My Wife's Christmas Surprise (Cuckolding Shorts Book 5) (3 page)

"Hey Jack, why don't you go and fix us some drinks. You remember where the bar is, right?"

I nodded and stumbled mutely into his living room. I tried to distract myself by studying the décor. Modern. Stark. Glass and steel dining room table. An angular, white leather sofa. Light-colored, perfectly slick hardwood floors. A Warhol on one wall. A Lichtenstein on another.

It was decorated for Christmas in a minimalist style. A perfectly trimmed tree with white lights and silver balls, a pine and poinsettia candle centerpiece on the dining room table, Santa hat, arranged just so, on the coffee table. As I walked over to the bar, I wondered if he had someone come in to decorate. It was hard to imagine Roger standing still long enough to attach ornaments to a tree.

The bar enclosed was enclosed behind black lacquer panels that opened to reveal a backlit array of premium bottles. Mostly expensive Scotches, their glowing amber color seductive, mouth watering.

"What do you want?" I said without looking up.

I heard a zipper being lowered and my wife giggling. I looked over in time to see Roger lifting the little black dress over Julie's head, leaving her naked save for her jewelry and heels.

She was ravishing. When was the last time I’d gotten her naked in good light? But this was better than catching a flash of her coming out of the shower. She was all done up. Hair, makeup perfect. Her necklace dangled between her full breasts. Her nipples were swollen, pointing proudly upward. Her legs, long and toned; her ass, tight and firm.

He took a moment to admire my wife before answering my nearly forgotten question.

"Talisker 18, neat," he replied as he led my now naked wife over to the sofa.

"Chardonnay, please," she added.

I pour his drink. Then I grabbed a bottle out of the wine fridge for my wife, and uncorked it. I poured her a glass. Then I poured myself a double… or maybe a triple. I don’t even like Scotch, but I took a childish pleasure in filling my glass to the brim with his overpriced booze. It left me with the problem of not being able to carry all three glasses at the same time. A problem I solved by making use of a silver tray, which I immediately regretted when I saw their amused expressions as I approached. He was not only turning me into a cuckold, but into his butler.

I felt a surge of anger, and was tempted to throw the drink in his face, but Julie’s behavior short-circuited my response. It wasn’t just that she was naked in front of my boss, but that she was so comfortable with it. Sitting there beside him on that leather sofa, she seemed totally unfazed. Like she was happy to be there…
or
as if she had done it many times before.

That thought staggered me. She was right. He was Mephistophelian. Evil. Seductive. I wouldn’t put it past him to have wanted to seduce her. Roger was not the sort of man to deny himself any pleasure regardless of how it affected other people. Indeed, in a weird way, I was surprised that he hadn’t before made a serious pass at her. Maybe part of my paralysis was that I wanted this. I was so desperate for Roger’s approval that maybe I craved the validation that would come from him desiring my wife.

“You okay, honey?” Julie asked lightly as she sipped her wine.

No. No. NO! I’m not. Get your fucking clothes on and let’s go.

I didn’t get any further than meekly shaking my head.

“Of course, he’s okay,” Roger said confidently. “It’s just that Jack has been thinking about this for a long time, haven’t you?”

“No,” I choked out.

He laughed. “Oh come on. You know you’ve thought about what might have happened if I’d gone after Julie rather than Karen that night.”

“No,” I muttered.

He smiled at my transparent lie. Of course, I had. I had always thought I had dodged a bullet there, especially when Roger regaled me with all the particulars of his evening with my wife’s friend. I glanced over involuntarily at the floor to the ceiling windows and pictured the scene he’d described to me in such loving detail. Karen, with her red hair and big tits, naked, pressed against the glass, on display to the whole city as he rammed her from behind.

“Julie’s thought about it too.”

My wife laughed.

He turned toward her. “You deny it?”

“Thought about what, Roger?” she batted her eyelashes.

“Karen told you about me, didn’t she.”

Julie smiled. “Of course. She said you were an immature, conceited jerk.” She paused and peeked at me through the corner of her eyes. “And an animal in the sack.”

Roger grinned, pleased with himself. “So you have thought about me.”

“I think of a lot of things.”

“Well, now you won’t have to rely on your imagination; you’ll have memories instead.”

“What if they’re not as interesting?” she teased.

“Don’t worry.”

Without looking at me, he motioned me over to an armchair across from the sofa they shared.

“Sit down Jack. This is going to take a while.”

Their playful banter had sapped me of my remaining willpower. I sat.

As I sat, he addressed me without a glance in my direction.

"What a stunning, lovely creature you have here," he exclaimed as his hands roamed over her body.

He ran a finger over her plump, red lips. Her delicious, little, red tongue flicked out to give it a lick. He grinned and pressed the digit into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked it wetly as he pumped it in and out. Even more erotic was the way they looked at each other at the same time. Fierce, hungry.

With his other hand, he cupped and lifted each of her breasts, pausing to trace the outline of her nipples. His fingertips then traced a line between her breasts down over her flat belly. He massaged her closely trimmed muff, and then slid a finger between her labia. Her slit opened like a flower in bloom, pink and glistening inside.

She was no longer my wife. She was now his juicy, horny slut. He honed in on her swollen nub, and she gasped as he gently rubbed her clitoris. Her whole body seemed to liquefy at his touch, waves of pleasure rippling through her long, lean form.

After a few moments he spoke again, this time to Julie. "I've been pleasuring you for a while now, isn't it about time you reciprocate?"

She gulped and then nodded her head slightly.

"Good girl," he said.

With his right hand he unzipped his pants, and with his left he pulled her head toward his lap. She took it from there, snaking her hand into his pants and fishing out his rapidly swelling cock. She stroked him several times with her left hand, her diamond engagement ring and wedding band rubbing up and down on his shaft.

He was big. Well, bigger than me at least, which was all I could really focus on. As she jerked his prick, she helped him out of his pants while he shucked off his jacket. He relaxed back onto the sofa, one hand palming the back of her head, the other wrapped around his glass as he sipped his Scotch.

Julie took him in her mouth. At first, just the head, alternating between sucking him and swirling her tongue around the base of his glans. Then as she wet his shaft with her saliva, she began to take him deeper and deeper, until almost his entire cock disappeared into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, up and down, making loud slurping sounds as she repeatedly devoured his dick.

Roger closed his eyes, a big happy grin on his face. "Oh God, Jack, you never told me what an expert cocksucker you had here in Julie Jules. Had I known, I'd have had her a long time ago."

That gave me a small boost. Beneath his boast about being able to bed my wife whenever he desired was his reassurance that he hadn’t done it already.

In addition to working his shaft with her mouth, she deft fondled his balls with her saliva soaked palms. He growled with delight.  "Damn, that feels good."

Julie looked up at me, grinning, before returning to her task. They were having fun. Fun at my expense, I realized. If they hadn’t fucked before, it meant that there wasn’t any real attraction between them, or at least not enough to make this happen. No. This was about fucking with me for some reason.

I rose out of my seat.

He noticed me. Before I could speak, he reached into his pants pocket and tossed me his phone. “Film this, Jack. This is too good to leave to alcohol-clouded memory. Film your slut wife sucking my crank."

As always his commands triggered some compulsion inside of me. I girded myself to resist, but before I could get my protest out, Julie slid her knees beneath her and aimed her ass in my direction. Her pretty, little, swaying tush distracted me. And then I noticed the sheen on her inner thighs, the glistening wetness of her pussy.

I capitulated again. Between his peremptory tone and her obvious excitement, I felt helpless.

"Jack, get in close and film this. I'm counting on you buddy."

Buddy? Buddy?
Fuck you asshole. I'm not filming you with my wife...

Julie swallowed him deeper still, gagging on his big prick. That didn’t even slow her down. She took him again, deeper still, gagging again, her saliva thick on his shaft. And again, deep-throating him, her face buried in his pubes.

“You getting this?” he asked.

I nodded, too shell shocked and battered to refuse.

She continued, seemingly intent on making sure I captured a good amount of video. Once satisfied, she rose up off him, keeping just the head of his cock in her mouth and making eye contact with me. We remained like that for what seemed a long time, but was probably just a few seconds. My wife and I, staring at each other, as she suckled on my boss’s prick.

Finally, she looked away from me and up at Roger. He began to unbutton his shirt.  As she continued to stroke his shaft, she also helped him out of the rest of his clothes. She opened his shirt, one button at a time, pausing to kiss and lick his newly exposed chest, wetly sucking on his nipples before returning her attention to his cock. He let out a deep, satisfied rumble of laughter.

He began thrusting his hips upward, fucking her face as much as she was swallowing him. He seemed ready to burst, but then suddenly he pushed her away. She looked at him, surprised, and maybe a little hurt, her face now twisted into a pouty frown.

He laughed. "Don't worry baby, I just don't want to bust my nut quite yet."

My wife smiled again and relaxed as Roger firmly pressed her onto the sofa. She was now on her back, wedged into the rear corner of the couch. Roger lifted one of her legs onto the back of the sofa and pushed her other foot onto the floor. He then positioned himself, kneeling between her widely spread legs. She was obviously excited, almost squirming in anticipation, and when he pressed his thumb into her pussy, she let out a heartbreaking mewl.

“Damn, you’re wet for me,” he crowed.

She chuckled. “Don’t get too full of yourself. You’ve been playing with it for an hour.”

“The only thing that’s going to be full of me is you.”

“Ha ha.”

He edged forward, and began to rub his cock head up and down her very wet, very swollen slit. Her confident smirk faded and she let out a sultry moan.

He turned to me, "Get in close, you don't want to miss this."

I did as I was told, training the camera on my wife’s snatch, watching as her pussy lips seemed to grab at the head of his cock. She was bucking her hips up and down now, trying to capture his shaft, but every time she thrust upward he pulled back, making her groan in frustration.

"Please, please," she whimpered.

He peered over at me to make sure I was paying attention to my wife begging for his cock. I tried to ignore him, but that just amused him more. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a broad smile spread across his face.

He reached back across the coffee table and seized the Santa hat, placing it on his head.

“Are sure you deserve this Christmas treat?” he asked.

He rubbed his prick against her swollen clit. Julie shivered in delight.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

She chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to know that already,
Santa?
”

He turned toward me. “What do you think Jack? Is she a naughty little whore?”

I didn’t answer.

“She sure looks like one right now, doesn’t she?” he persisted.

I looked at my wife. Naked, with her legs spread, wet pussy on display, big tits and hard nipples, lipstick smudged from sucking my boss’s cock.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“She deserves a lump of coal,” he said. “But since I don’t have one, I’m going to have to give her something else hard.”

I couldn’t speak.

He rubbed her clit again. She let out a sultry moan.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his big prick ready as I was to spear my wife’s eager quim.  His cock was leaking pre-come, the top half paler than the rest.

“I’m going to fuck your wife,” he gloated.

I tensed, expecting him hammer his cock into her immediately. But he waited. Dragging it out? Or giving me an opportunity to intercede? Either way, I was paralyzed.

Julie broke the silence. “Do it,” she hissed.

Roger looked over at me, and made sure I had the action perfectly framed before giving her what she craved, a hard thrust that left him more than half-buried inside her. She let out an excited yelp, and immediately her eyes rolled back into her head, followed by a raspy shudder that left her shaking.

Roger grinned broadly.

"God, you're quick baby, was that your second?" he asked.

He began slowly sliding his cock in and out of her wet snatch. Deeper, deeper, his thick shaft stretching her out, making her sigh and moan with each thrust.

She opened her eyes and gave him a beaming smile. "Fourth," she mouthed.

My heart sank. I couldn't remember the last time she'd come twice in a single evening with me, much less four times.

Roger turned to me. "Oh, yeah. Definitely naughty. Naughty, naughty, naughty.”

And then he started really laying pipe, giving Julie deep, hard thrusts that left her gasping. He was remorseless, and soon both of them were panting for breath, their bodies now covered with a sheen of perspiration, the idiotic Santa hat still perched on his head

With his cock buried to the hilt, he stopped and confidently massaged her breasts.

"I don't know why you're sweating," he exclaimed, "I'm the one doing all the work!"

"It's hot down here," she giggled.

"Well, we can fix that," he replied.

He pulled out and slouching back on the couch. I jumped back out of the way, fell back into the armchair, and watched as he took her hand and pulled her toward him.

She started to mount him, but he stopped her. "Since Jack seems to like it, let's give him a real show."

She passively allowed him to spin her around, and then position her, knees straddling him but facing away from him, facing me instead. Our eyes met and locked.

“I
don’t
like it,” I muttered under my breath.

She put her hand up to her ear. “Did you say something?”

She
was taunting me now. I shook my head.
Whatever.

She rolled her eyes. And then let out a yelp as Roger slapped at her shapely ass.

“Sit on my dick,” he ordered.

She laughed. “You’re such a charmer.”

But even still, without further prompting, she reached between her legs, stroked his cock firmly several times, and then impaled herself on his shaft, descending into his lap with a satisfied sigh.

"Now fuck me, baby, fuck me good," he groaned.

Julie was happy to oblige, and she started riding him, alternating between bouncing up and down on his prick and settling down on him and grinding herself against his crotch. God she was sexy -- eyes closed, a contented smile on her face, and her hands sensuously running over her smooth skin, tracing the outlines of her breasts and caressing her inner thighs.

"You getting this, Jack? Do you like seeing your wife's titties bouncing as she rides my cock?"

I'd forgotten about the phone when I'd slumped back in the armchair, but in response to his prompting, I began filming again.

"I'm getting it," I grumbled.

He sniggered. "And what about her tits? I asked you about them too."

At that, Julie opened her eyes watching my response.

"They're beautiful," I said sadly.

Julie rolled her eyes in response.

Fuck her. What the fuck did she want from me? She was the one fucking my boss, yet she was acting disappointed in me.

"Come over here," Roger said, "you'll love this."

I staggered to my feet and stood behind him.

"Put your hands on the coffee table," he ordered Julie.

He pushed her forward, so that she was now resting on her hands and knees with him beneath her. He grabbed her ass firmly and began pumping her hips up and down on his cock. It was mesmerizing and undeniably erotic watching her virtually disembodied ass bouncing up and down on his hard shaft, hearing her grunting as she sought to keep up with the pace Roger was setting. That was then joined by the wet squishing sound of his cock churning into her snatch and the rhythmic beat of him spanking her firm ass.

I realized he was close, and I had a panicked thought.

"She's not on the pill, please don't cum inside her," I pleaded in a pitiful whisper.

He roared with laughter and bellowed, "Talk about a great Christmas bonus! Get ready for Roger junior!”

But Julie was too quick. With catlike agility she leapt off him, and spun around, settling on the ground between his legs. Before he could protest, she grabbed his slimy shaft and began stroking him firmly.

"No, let me taste your come instead," she insisted.

She never finishes me off orally, never even sucks me off after I’ve been inside her, so I'd never seen her like this before. Full red lips wrapped around his shiny prick, her hand a blur on his cock as she tried to milk his jism. He couldn't hold out long. Suddenly he reached out and pressed down on the back of her head with both hands, forcing his dick deep into her mouth. His whole body stiffened and he let out a long, contented moan that mingled with the sounds of my wife gulping down what must have been a prodigious load.

Roger settled back on the sofa as Julie gently licked him clean, her pretty pink tongue flicking out to capture every last drop of sperm that leaked from his cock.

When she was done, she rocked back on her heels, licked her lips and cooed, "Mmm tasty."

“My special eggnog,” he joked.

Roger stood and walked over to Julie. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead and then disappeared into his bedroom. She picked up her glass and finished off her wine, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze.