I smile, watching Marc finish the Nordmann pine in our living room. Thick dark-green needles. Five years married, Christmas thrill unchanged. I grab gold garlands—blue last year, red before. ‘What do you want for Christmas?’ His kiss lingers, tongue teasing. ‘A threesome.’ I laugh. He winks. Always joking. ‘Woman or man?’ He hands garland. ‘Woman for me, but you choose. Could be hot with a guy.’ I play along. ‘Two men for me? Lucky girl. Guy it is.’ Eyebrows raise. ‘You’re in? You pick or me?’ Amused, I shake head. ‘Surprise me. It’s Christmas.’ He hugs, kisses quick. ‘Strip.’ I giggle. ‘Marc, not now…’ iPhone out. ‘Two minutes, Sophie. Show the goods to snag your guy.’ Buttons undone. Small blonde tits out. ‘Better?’ ‘Push ’em up.’ I lift firm rounds in white bra. ‘Good?’ Flash. ‘Turn, hike skirt.’ Skirt to hips, black thong. He loves my ass, fucking it sometimes. Thrill edges pain. I arch. Flash. His cock springs free. I kneel, suck eagerly. Eyes wide for photo, lips stretched around thick veins. Flashes. ‘This’ll hook a friend.’ I laugh, suck harder. Pics ignite me. Tree waits.
Morning coffee. Marc beams. ‘Tonight’s the night!’ Heart skips. ‘Our partner. Young, hot, from London. Picked online—no drama.’ Pale, I stammer. Thought it joke. He kisses. ‘Saw your pics, went wild. Dress sexy.’ No escape. Love him enough to gift this. Day buzzes. Tight red sheath dress clings curves. Lace thong, strapless bra. Pushed cleavage peeks white lace. Heels camber back, round ass glows. Glossy lips, smoky eyes, blonde braid, white elbow gloves. Sexy. Terrified.
The Fever: The Irresistible Surge of Desire
Bath: He watches epilate legs, mound. Fingers probe wet heat. ‘Sit edge.’ Razor glides, bares smooth pussy. Rinses, tongue dives deep. I grip hair, eyes shut, tension melts. He jerks slow, devours.
Doorbell. ‘Meet Terence.’ Bises cool cheeks. Eyes dive dĂ©colletĂ©. Tree twinkles erratic, like my pulse. Kitchen run, ass sways under gaze. Hands shake pouring sweet wine. Marc whispers: ‘Like him?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Flirt, drive him mad.’ Hike skirt mini, finger slick folds, tug bra, tits swell. Bend serving drinks. Kiss Terence—soft tongue. Bend for Marc, ass flashed. Toast. ‘Cheers.’ He caresses thigh natural. Heart hammers. Skin burns.
The Blaze: Wild, Unfiltered Ecstasy
Kneel before Terence. ‘Show me yours.’ Zip down, thick long cock. Sniff musky spice. Tongue gland. ‘Merry Christmas, love.’ Gulp deep, gag on girth. Saliva floods. Hands press hair. Marc lifts dress, yanks thong, slams home. So wet, effortless. Tits freed bounce. Eyes close, pleasure spears.
‘The Fever’ builds, blood roars, control slips.