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The first day of SexMas
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Once more, John’s car was in the driveway when she got home the next day, his grinning face appearing from within the living room.
“I guess great minds think alike,” he said, giving her a kiss. Then she saw what he had been up to. There was a trail of rose petals on the kitchen floor, leading to the stairs. A pair of champagne glasses was on the counter, an open, chilled bottle next to them.
John raised the bottle and poured two glasses, reaching up to toast her.
“To our grand SexMas adventure,”
“Our SexMas grand adventure. But I’m definitely going to need a shower first.”
“Agreed,” he said. “Let’s open the first tasks, and then we can go get nice and squeaky clean.”
They went to the task box.
John said, “After you,” with a flourish. Sally took his first task, not looking at it, and waited for him to take hers. These were the straightforward ones, so completing them should not take much work.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
Opening the envelope, the card inside read, “Blowjob to completion.” Sally tried hard to disguise her disappointment. After all, it was she who had encouraged them both to be selfish, writing what they truly wanted. If she were being honest with herself, it had been years since she’d given him a full BJ, usually using it as a precursor to sex. OK, she could do this. She’d wear one of her outfits to make it more spicy and put some porn on. She had her plan.
“OK?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“Fantastic,” she said, trying to mean it. “This one should be easy.”
John opened hers. “Full body massage and make me cum.” Sally could sense his disappointment that it wasn’t more risqué. In all honesty, he was likely to have to put in more effort than she did on this one. She felt ashamed at her first reaction and could tell he was also trying not to show his disappointment. She tried to rescue things.
“We can have some wine, put on a spicy movie, get in the mood, and make each other feel good. It will be amazing.”
They made for the bedroom, eager to start. Sally was feeling buzzed and reached behind her bed for the weed. She took the chocolate in her mouth, leaving half in, half out. John raised a questioning look, but she ignored him, presenting him with her mouth. He soon got the picture and bit off his half. Sally chewed and swallowed the rest.
“What was that?” he asked with a grin.
“We both need something to set the mood.”
That seemed to help. “Definitely,” he said. “I still have some prep to do. Why don’t you hit the shower and I’ll finish up?” Sally agreed with a kiss, sneaking back into the closet to get one of her outfits, picking the thong and bra set with matching stockings. This was the set with the most coverage. She’d break out some of the more revealing ones later on as SexMas heated up.
Sally enjoyed a luxurious shower, shaving all the parts of her body she hadn’t waxed. She also applied a new body lotion she had ordered. It wasn’t overbearing, but gave her skin the faint aroma of vanilla and spice.
Styling her hair, she pulled on the thong, stockings, and bra, covering them with a robe. She felt a pit in her stomach as she went to open the bathroom door, but she didn’t know why. Although it was just her and John, she felt a sense of pressure, as if she needed to perform instead of acting naturally. Sally took a breath to calm her mind and swung the door open.
The sight brought tears to her eyes. The lights were low—it looked like John had installed either red bulbs or lights that changed color. There was soft music playing through the speakers. John had arranged towels on the bed and placed a small table with a variety of bottles of massage oil nearby. It wasn’t the oil and towels themselves that made her feel so good, but the effort he had put into it. She kissed him deeply.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she dropped the robe to the floor. John sucked in a breath as she revealed her lace-covered tits and pussy.
“You like?” She twirled around, giving him a view from behind.
“Fantastic. Now on the table.” He swatted her gently on the butt, guiding her to his “table” on the bed. She lay face-down, instantly relaxing as she buried her face in the towel. She heard John squirt some of the oil onto his hands, rubbing them vigorously to warm it—very thoughtful. Then he straddled her, sitting on her butt to give himself access to her shoulders.
“Oh, are you sure this is the correct procedure for a massage?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“Ma’am, I’m extremely experienced at this. Please relax and let me take over.” He played along. Sally sank deeper into the towels as he massaged her shoulders and neck. It felt amazing. Firm, but not too hard. She felt him hardening as he went. His cock was pushing between the cheeks of her ass. She wished he was fucking her right now. Maybe later, she thought. John moved down to her back, pausing to ping open the strap of her bra.
“Why, this is highly unusual,” she said as the straps fell to her sides.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to remain silent and let me work. I can’t concentrate if you are always talking.” With that, he thrust harder along the juncture of her butt, pulling the material of her thong up into her pussy, rubbing along her clit. She hissed with pleasure and tilted her ass up to grind on him. He pulled away, teasing her, and worked her back and arms quickly and firmly.
This was not a perfunctory ten-minute, half-baked attempt to do the minimum to satisfy her request. He then spun around in place and started working on her legs, running his hands up and down her calves and using his elbows to penetrate her muscles deeply. As he ran his hands up her legs, inching ever higher toward her butt, Sally felt a tingling sensation in her clit, her pussy moistening.
Then he spread her legs and kneeled between them. She knew most of her pussy and ass would be on display as he massaged her butt cheeks. She pushed back against him, but he stopped, withdrawing his hands.
“Please,” she let out, but he only resumed once she lowered her butt. This pattern repeated a few times, with her grinding up toward him and him removing his hands each time. John circled in, getting closer and closer to her center, then slowly ran his thumb from her clit to her butt, pushing the material of the thong ever deeper. He cupped her sex, fingers on her clit, using the heel of his hand to massage her opening and nether hole as her breathing increased.
“See,” he breathed, “I’m a professional. I know exactly what I am doing.” For once, she remained silent and allowed him to continue massaging her through her soaked thong. After a few minutes, he stopped. She let out a mewl, attempting to push herself into his hand.
“Time to flip over,” he said, tugging at her hip.
“But I’m naked up here, sir,” she feigned protest.
“Ma’am, I can assure you it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. This is a professional massage, and I assure you, it’s all perfectly normal.” She rolled over, exposing her tits to his gaze. Sally kept her eyes closed, feeling very exposed. She reached down to adjust the jammed thong that was itching her insides.
“Na-ah,” John said, swatting her hand away. “Allow me.” Then he reached down, slowly dragging the thong over her hips, exposing Sally’s bald pussy. He let out a gasp, which made her feel warm inside. She was glad he appreciated the look. She hadn’t been sure at first, but this gave her the affirmation she needed. That, and she felt super sensitive all the time. Since waxing herself bald, she always felt aroused when her panties rubbed against her smooth skin.
John then moved to her tits, massaging both thoroughly. In order to do this, he straddled her again, rubbing his cock along the smooth skin of her mons. She desperately wanted him to penetrate her, but her own rules trapped her, forbidding him the use of his dick to make her cum. Sally was desperate now. Her nipples were erect, her pussy flooded with juice, and her skin and nerve endings were alive as John kneaded her flesh.
Then he turned again toward her, slowly stroking the smooth skin of her vulva and mons. John pulled the skin tight, running his hand over it, again stimulating her clit.
“Please,” she hissed. “Please, mister, fuck me; put it inside.”
“Oh, I think that would be very unprofessional, miss,” he said. Instead, he moved down and inserted two fingers into her warm tunnel, reaching in for the spongy G-spot on the front of her tunnel. She arched her back, grinding her body into him. This time, he did not back off.
“Oh god, it feels so good,” she continued to buck and grind, fucking herself on his fingers. He applied more oil, then used his free hand to massage the skin of her mons, pulling it tight, before gently touching her clit. A bolt of electricity ran through Sally, causing her to see stars.
“Uh-uh, you’re going to make me cum,” she breathed, feeling his hardness rubbing against her stomach. John continued to stroke her G-spot, then lowered his mouth, nibbling on her clit. She’d said no penis, but there was no rule regarding mouths.
“Oh-my-god.”
John sped up the action inside her, pulling his hand directly up toward the ceiling, faster and faster. She knew the end was in sight, as long as he kept going, but then.
“I feel like I’m going to pee.” She was filled with frustration; this felt spectacular, and John was fully into it. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin the mood.
“Keep going; relax,” John said around her clit, and he showed no signs of slowing down.
As the orgasm surged within her, Sally screwed her eyes shut as she basked in the pleasure. She was definitely going to pee. Desperately, she tried not to focus on that, but to enjoy the feeling and let go. Then her pussy contracted around his fingers. Her clit felt like it was on fire. She gave in to the feeling as her legs shook violently. Then a huge gush of liquid spurted out of her. She didn’t know where it came from, but it felt amazing, like the best pee she had ever had. She sincerely hoped that was not the case. It was too late now, though. It was a good thing John had covered the bed in towels, because there was a lot. He kept going on her G-spot as a second, third, and fourth jet spurted from her.
Eventually she was done, flopping back into the bed—she hadn’t realized how she had tensed up.
“Wow, what the hell was that?” She gasped, embarrassment flooding over her. Had she peed the bed? Would John be mad? Disgusted?
“You squirted.” His voice was filled with wonder as he gently caressed her stomach and mons, rubbing the squirt into her skin. “That was amazing! You’re amazing! I love you so much.”
“Aren’t you? Aren’t you disgusted with me?” She said, her voice wobbly, “I peed the bed.”
“I have never been more in love with you,” he said, kissing her deeply. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Besides, who cares about a few old towels and some sheets? We might want to get a mattress protector for next time, though.”
Relief flooded over her. She had been terrified that he would be grossed out, although she wasn’t sure why. Women had to deal with what men squirted out all the time. She raised herself up and collected the towels in her arms. Luckily, nothing had made it through to the sheets.
“Give me a minute.” Sally scampered off to the bathroom. She dumped the wet towels in the tub, checking them for the smell of pee first. But the wet spots smelled salty and similar to her natural scent. She used the wipes that came with the lube to clean herself, and before leaving the bathroom, she peed just to be sure.
Sally entered the bedroom to find John lying on the bed, cock still semi-erect. He was gently stroking himself, his gaze locked on her body.
“Your turn now,” she said. “Put something sexy on TV,” she said, tossing him the remote before moving between his legs.
“Oh yeah, suck me, babe,” said John. Sally gently reached out and touched the head of his cock, savoring its warmth. He gave a groan of pleasure. She moved her hand up and down a few times, marveling at how the skin moved with her hand, rippling and pulsing. She stroked back and forth, alternately reaching down to cup and massage his balls as she did so.
John took the controller and slowly typed “couples fucking” using the online keyboard. As some of the tamest porn she had ever seen filled the screen, Sally raised an eyebrow. John was definitely worried she was going to freak out.
“Not this. I want to see what you get off to, no matter what it is.” John gave her another look and reluctantly started typing. Slowly, the words “amateur threesome” appeared. Typically, they were all one guy and two girls. Something in her wanted to tease him about how clichéd his choice was. But she held off, knowing he was being vulnerable right now, and any critique from her might destroy that.
John scrolled down the page past lots of interesting-looking videos before eventually picking one with the least attractive couple in it.
“You don’t need to spare me. I don’t mind if you pick the one with the hot women in it.” John gave her another look before hitting the “back” button and going to the top of the page, selecting one with two thin, attractive women servicing an improbably gigantic cock. He shrugged sheepishly and clicked on the video.
Sally reached back to put her hair in a ponytail before turning her attention back to John. She was feeling the weed and assumed John was as well. She took a big gulp of her wine before approaching his cock again. It seemed to have a life of its own, bobbing around between his legs. It looked bigger than usual, blood pumping through its veins.
John gave her a look of lust. He knew what the ponytail meant. Sally realized sadly that it had been months since she’d last had his cock in her mouth. It hadn’t only been John ignoring her needs. She was guilty of the same thing. On screen, the two women wore only their thongs, their perky breasts prominently displayed. The guy was lying back on a cheap-looking sofa while they gave him a double blowjob.
Going with the flow, she started matching the movements of one of the two porn bunnies on the screen, watching out of the corner of her eye. When the girl on the screen licked the guy’s cock, she licked John in turn. Then the girl mouthed the head, and Sally did the same.
Then, one of the girls caught Sally off guard. She leaned over and took the massive porn-sized cock entirely into her mouth and throat, deep-throating it in one go. Sally let out a gasp. Was there any way she could do that? John was shorter and thinner, but it still looked huge in her tiny hand.
Taking a breath, she spit on his dick and proceeded to suck. She got halfway down before she felt the head press against her throat. Sally bobbed back up, choking as his length slid from her mouth. Unfazed, she made another attempt, reaching nearly his full depth. John was moaning and writhing on the bed as she worked him down her throat.
Two more thrusts, and damn! She did it, her nose bumping up against John’s stomach, his length fully embedded in her throat. Holding her breath, she took a moment to savor her success before her gag reflex kicked in and sent her flying back, coughing and hacking and drooling everywhere. Strands of saliva still connected her mouth to his cock, glimmering in the low light.
She glanced up at the screen, pleased to see that the porn stars were every bit as messy as she was. Drool and spit was everywhere. One girl was rubbing the guy’s slimy cock over her lips and cheek.
She shrugged inwardly and then glanced up at John, who was staring back at her with an open mouth. She had drool, saliva, and pre-cum smeared all over her face and in her hair. Smirking, she went down on him again, swallowing him whole for a few more seconds, then pulling back but not fully spitting him out. This was getting easier, she exulted, licking and sucking the end of his dick.
“Holy. Fuck.” He breathed. “Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?”
“Do you care?” She mumbled, her mouth once again brimming with desire. As the guy on screen fucked one girl while she was eating the pussy of the other, Sally was fully in the moment. That looked hot. She was definitely primarily attracted to men. Needed the dick, but women were so soft, so gentle, and so beautiful.
Then she started bouncing her head up and down on his dick, fucking her own face with John’s cock. Sally stopped short of her throat on each pulse, then threw in a deep swallow every so often, forcing him deep into her throat.
“I’m not gonna last long,” John said, huffing and puffing.
“It’s OK, babe; let go whenever you want. Do you want to cum in my mouth? Or maybe on me?” Her voice was muffled around his dick.
“On you,” he hissed.
“Where do you want to cum?” She asked, raising up. She knew what his real answer would be, but she also knew that he would probably be too afraid of offending her to say it.
“On my stomach?” She reached down to touch her stomach. “Maybe on my pussy?” She spread her legs wider. “Or maybe on my tits. Do you like my tits?” She reached up, cupping one breast and tweaking her nipple. She could tell it was driving John wild.
“Or maybe there was somewhere else?” she said innocently. “Somewhere you like better? Maybe somewhere a little higher?” John’s face froze as she spoke. Did he know she’d seen his little porn viewing history? It was hard to tell, but his cock jerked and, if anything, became harder and more engorged as she stroked her hand back and forth on it. John didn’t reply.
“So, tits it is then,” she teased. Sally aimed his cock back at her chest, letting it split what cleavage she had.
“Face,” he blurted out, “I want it on your face.”
“Ooooooh, dirty,” Sally said as though it was the first time she’d considered it. She cocked her head to one side and saw on screen the two girls on their knees in front of the guy who was madly stroking his erection.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve that?”
“Yessss, please let me cum on you.”
“I think I’ll have to get on the floor, like those two girls in the movie. Is that where you want me? On my knees in front of you?”
“Yesss.” As she continued to pump his dick, his voice became strained. Sally knelt on the floor, while John stood above her, slowly wanking himself.
“Is this what you wanted?” She looked up, her eyes wide as she watched the scene unfold on the TV.
“Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it. I need to hear what you want to do to me.” Then she reached down and started fingering her pussy, which was slick with her juices.
“I want to cum on you.”
“Where? Tell me where.” She was enjoying torturing him.
“I want to cum on your face—all over you. I want to coat you like the girls in those movies.”
“Oh yes,” she said, watching him stroke him faster and faster.
“Are you sure you want to get your cum all over your innocent wife’s pretty face?” That set him off; he groaned and leaned into her.
“Yes, I need it. I need to see my cum all over you. I need to paint you.” Sally was always going to let him do it, but she’d had fun making him say the words. That had turned her on more, John admitting to one of his deeper fantasies.
On screen, the porn star was coating both the girls’ faces with white streaks. It looked to be never-ending. She saw they had their mouths open, tongues out, and were looking deeply into his eyes, but closed their own before the first blast hit them. She copied the pose.
“Do it; cover me. Please, I need your cum on my face. I need it right now. I don’t know what I will do if you don’t do it.” That was all he needed. Sally had never had cum on her face before. At least not deliberately. There had been occasional accidents when a little may have shot too far, or she couldn’t swallow it all from a blowjob. Well, she’d always assumed they were accidents. Now she was not so sure.
This was different, though. This was intentional, and it wasn’t an accidental splash. The first jet hit her in the forehead, painting her down to her nose. John was vigorously pumping and grunting as the second jet struck her cheek, extending up to her hairline. The wine and weed were making her body more sensitive than usual. She could feel the cum jetting onto her skin as the last couple of spurts hit her on the chin and neck. Then John let go of his softening cock, leaning back and expelling a huge breath of air.
“How was that?” she said, looking up at him—glad it hadn’t gotten her in the eyes. She knew the answer before she had asked the question. The liquid was cooling as it dried on her skin. She knew it would form a sticky mess if she didn’t clear it off quickly. Curious, though, she opened her mouth, allowing a small amount to drop onto her tongue. She swallowed quickly. Not too bad. The smell wasn’t great, but she could live with it. On screen, the girls were kissing each other, passing the guys’ cum between their smeared faces. They then took it in their mouths, dropping it into the other girl’s throat, passing it back and forth. Sally shuddered. It looked alternately hot and gross at the same time. On the screen, the scene faded to black.
“Can you get me a cloth?”
“Let me get a photo first.” Sally froze. Was she going to let him do this? What if it leaked out like all those celebrity photos, and the other women on the PTA saw it? Or if they got caught up in some ugly divorce and, in a fit of rage, he shared it with all his buddies? Or his parents, for god’s sake? A photo of her prone, covered in cum—and what could he possibly like about that? Didn’t she look vile?
John sensed her hesitation. “I promise I’ll never share it, and I’ll put it in my hidden folder.” She gave in then, indicating for him to go ahead.
Sally remained still, cum dripping from her nose and chin as John flipped open the phone and clicked off several snaps. She tried to look sexy, but she felt like a big mess. She hoped he liked the photos, at least.
Then she was done. “OK, Mr., the show is over. Time to clean up.” John reluctantly put away the camera and went to get her a warm cloth. He then lovingly cleaned her face of all the cum, gently wiping it away.
“Thank you,” said John, kissing her deeply. She bet he could still taste his seed on her face. “Thank you for satisfying one of my deepest fantasies.”
Sally giggled, the faint smell of cum still in her nostrils as the weed continued to do its job. “I’m excited to see what is on the rest of those pieces of paper.” She admitted. “I feel like this is only the beginning.”
That night, she slept soundly, falling asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. John snuggled up behind her, his semi-hard cock pressing into her back.