The Christmas Panties

Each year, you and your wife indulge a naughty Christmastime ritual with your lovely neighbors that involves both of you getting to play in the way that thrills you most. Enjoy :)

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“You’re wearing those?” you ask as you watch your wife step into a pair of red lace panties.

“You know I am,” she says with a smile. “I always do.”

She looks splendid in black fishnet stockings and red high heels, and her dress is a slinky, sexy, sparkly dream come true.

You’re hosting a Christmas party – it’s become an annual tradition since you moved into your current home five years ago – and your wife always likes to look her best.

She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. She likes what she sees. When your wife spins around she steps into your arms and offers a quick kiss. She just put on a fresh coat of red lipstick and she doesn’t want to smear it.

“You look perfect,” you say.

“Yeah?” she asks. “Do you think he’ll like my dress?”

“I’m sure he will,” you answer.

The “he” she’s talking about is one of your neighbors. His name is Sam, and he’s fucked your wife at each of the five Christmas parties you’ve held. It’s become a tradition. That’s why she put on the red panties. She calls them her Christmas panties. She says they bring her good luck on one night a year.

Your wife kisses you again. It’s more than a light kiss. She can’t seem to resist. You know she’s excited. She only fucks Sam once a year. It’s the only time she cuckolds you. Every other day of the year she’s faithful. Then you host your annual Christmas party and she lets Sam into her panties.

“Are you excited?” you asked.

She smiles and reaches up to wipe the lipstick off your lips. “You know I am,” she says.

She knows you’re excited too. Your cock is hard. It’s pressing into her. You don’t have to say a word. Your cock has made your desire perfectly obvious.

The party guests begin to arrive shortly after seven. Your wife gets a little bit giddy each time the doorbell rings and she’s a little disappointed each time you open it up and see that it’s not Sam. You know she’s a little worried he’s not going to come. He always does, but she can’t help herself.

There are a dozen people socializing in your living room when the doorbell rings again. You answer it and Sam is standing there with his wife, Alicia.

“Sam, Alicia, come in!” you say.

Sam offers a firm handshake and heads inside. You offer Alicia a quick embrace and she gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“May I take your coat?” you ask.

“Of course,” Alicia says. “You’re always so polite.”

You smile as you take her coat and walk down the hallway and into the guest bedroom. You gently lay her coat on the bed with the others.

You turn towards the door and nearly jump out of your shoes in fright as you see Alicia standing there. She has a devilish smile on her face as she gently closes the door behind her.

“Is your slut wife eager to enjoy my husband’s cock again?” she asks.

“Yes, she is,” you answer.

Alicia steps towards you as she asks, “And are you ready to be cuckolded by my husband?”

You nod as Alicia reaches out and grabs your cock, which is half hard again.

“Are you going to be a good cuckold tonight? Are you going to watch him pound your wife’s tight little pussy with his big cock? Are you going to watch him make her cum? Are you going to watch him pump his load into her grateful cunt?” she asks.

“Yes, Alicia,” you say.

“Are you going to eat my pussy like a good boy tonight? Are you going to eat my pussy while my husband fucks your wife? Are you going to show me what a good little bitch boy you can be?” Alicia asks as she lifts her dress.

She’s wearing the same pair of red lace panties. They’re her Christmas panties too. She wears them to the party every year. You get to enjoy them in close up every year as you worship her pussy while her husband fucks your wife.

“Yes. I’m going to eat your pussy for as long as you’ll let me,” you say.

“Get on your knees,” Alicia demands.

You drop to your knees in front of her.

“Kiss it,” Alicia says as she pulls aside her panties and exposes her pussy.

You lean forward and kiss it. You’re careful not to use your tongue. She would have told you to lick it if that’s what she wanted.

“Good boy,” Alicia says as she backs away and covers her pussy once more. “You’ll get to enjoy much more later tonight. Now stay there until your little boner goes away.”

You watch Alicia walk out of the room. The door closes gently behind her. You look down. Your erection is still throbbing. You try your best to think about anything other than the pleasures that await you this evening.

The first year it wasn’t planned. Sam flirted with your wife all night long, mostly when he could find a little time alone with her. Alicia and Sam were the last couple remaining after everyone else had left. You’d all had a few drinks. Sam and your wife ended up under the mistletoe and he kissed her. She kissed him back. You watched from the couch and found it oddly arousing.

It didn’t stop with the kiss, of course. When you did nothing to stop it your wife pursued her lust. She let Sam play with her tits. She massaged his cock through his pants. She let him lift her dress and play with her pussy. All of it happened while you sat next to Alicia on the couch.

By the time your wife was on her knees with Sam’s cock in her mouth Alicia had lifted her dress, pulled aside her panties, and told you to eat her pussy.

When Sam took your wife to your bedroom, Alicia told you to stand up so you could both follow. You watched another man fuck your wife. You watched him make her cum. You watched him cum inside her. You also spent quite a bit of time on your knees eating Alicia’s pussy.

It became a Christmas tradition after that first year, and you know that tonight it’s all going to happen again. Your wife is going to cuckold you for the fifth time in five years. She’s going to have multiple orgasms with Sam’s big cock inside her. You’re going to give Alicia multiple orgasms with your tongue.

When your dick finally softens you leave the guest bedroom and return to the party. You see Sam and your wife chatting with a handful of your friends. Alicia is off with another group. There are nearly two dozen people in your home and everyone seems to be having a great time.

Your pour yourself a cup of eggnog and join the conversation, though it’s difficult to pay attention. You can’t really think about anything other than what’s going to happen later when the rest of your guests have gone home.

Your wife excuses herself from the group and heads to the kitchen. “Honey, will you help me?” she asks.

You admire your wife’s ass in the sparkly, tight dress as you follow behind her.

“Did Alicia pay you a little visit?” your wife asks as she opens the oven and pulls out the rack to check on the ham.

“She did. In the coat room,” you answer.

Your wife, seemingly satisfied that the ham is cooked, pulls out the roasting pan and slides it onto the granite countertop.

“Did you have fun with her?” your wife asks.

You smile and nod. “I did.”

“Are you looking forward to your Christmas tradition?” she asks.

You know she’s talking about you eating Alicia’s pussy while Sam fucks your wife. You answer with a nod.

Just then Sam walks into the room. He steps behind your wife and presses his body against hers as she prepares to cut the ham.

“Would you like a little help with that job?” Sam asks as he obviously grinds his crotch into your wife’s ass.

She lets a little moan slip and turns her head to look at Sam. He leans down and they share a kiss. Anyone could walk in, but she clearly doesn’t care. She wants him. She wants her yearly dose of what he offers.

“I can handle it,” your wife says. “You should save your energy. You have a much more important job tonight.”

Sam grabs a piece of freshly cut ham and pops it into his mouth. He gives your wife a quick pat on the ass and winks at you before heading out of the kitchen.

“I can’t believe how wet I am,” your wife says as she turns to look at you.

“There’s a small part of me that wishes the party was already over,” you say.

You help prepare the other food and bring it out to the dining room table. You set up plates and the guests come through and take whatever they like. There are too many people for anything other than a buffet-style setup, but it works well. People sit, talk, and enjoy a feast along with all the drinks they can handle.

Sam finds his way to your wife and they sit next to each other. You’re only half listening to the conversation happening next to you. Instead, you prefer to watch the other man find ways to touch your wife or lean close to whisper something undoubtedly filthy into her ear.

Eventually, the party wraps up and you find yourself wondering if anyone else has noticed that Sam and Alicia are always the last couple to leave. You don’t really care, of course. All that really matters is what comes next.

The moment your wife says goodbye to your last guest and closes the door she makes a beeline for Sam. They kiss as her hand moves between his legs and she massages his cock. She moans into his mouth.

Your wife drops to her knees and unzips Sam’s pants. She takes his cock out and wraps her lips around it. She sucks his dick like she’s been starved for it, which is true. It’s been a year since she experienced him. It’s been a year since she had something that big in her mouth. It’s been a year since she had Sam in her pussy.

“Look at her,” Alicia says as she sits next to you with a glass of eggnog in her hand. “Look at your slut wife devouring my husband’s cock. It certainly seems like she doesn’t get to enjoy a cock like that on a regular basis, does it?”

Alicia’s seen your cock. She knows it doesn’t compare to her husband’s. She knows there’s a reason why your wife seems so ravenous.

“I’ll bet she’d be willing to suck his cock every day if he’d let her,” Alicia says as she reaches out and caresses your legs. “What do you think? Would your wife be my husband’s willing cocksucker if he showed up at your door every day? Would she get on her knees and worship him until he filled her mouth with his hot, sticky load?”

Alicia’s fingers move closer to your cock and you get hard in response. She’s not even touching you and you’re wildly aroused.

“I don’t know,” you say, though you suspect your wife would be his willing cocksucker, at least for a little while, especially if Sam fucked her with any sort of regularity.

“What’s it like to know your wife prefers someone else’s cock?” Alicia asked. “What’s it like to know that she’s so hungry for my husband’s dick that she’ll get on her knees and worship him like a whore in a porn video?”

“I like it,” you answer as you watch your wife deepthroat Sam’s big cock.

Alicia grasps your hard dick through your jeans. “I know,” she says. She leans closer and kisses your neck. “You’re a fucking cuckold. Of course you like it.”

Sam pulls your wife to her feet and she looks over at you before he takes her hand and leads her to the bedroom. “He’s going to fuck me now, baby,” she says.

You want to get up and follow, but it’s not your place to decide. That’s Alicia’s decision.

“Eat my pussy, cuck,” she says.

You drop to your knees and pull down Alicia’s red Christmas panties. You press your head between her legs and lick her pussy. She’s wet. It turns her on to watch your wife suck her husband’s cock. She likes that someone else has such incredible desire for Sam. She likes that you’re so willing to do whatever she says on the night of the annual Christmas party.

You hear your wife moaning from down the hallway. “Do you hear that, cuck?” Alicia asks as she grabs your hair and closes her legs around your head. “My husband’s fucking your slut wife. He’s pounding her tight little cunt. He’s giving her what she’s been waiting a year to enjoy.”

Your cock throbs painfully. You can hear it and you desperately want to see it. You want to witness your wife’s pleasure. You know Sam fucks her more than once. You know he sometimes spends upwards of an hour in her pussy before he cums, but you want to see it. You don’t want to wait.

Alicia enjoys teasing you, though. She enjoys making you wait for what you crave so badly. “Your wife is a whore, cuck,” she says. Alicia seems to enjoy dirty talk, too. “She’s my husband’s whore. He could own her pussy all year long if he wanted. You’re lucky he only wants her once a year.”

You can’t decide if you’re lucky or if you’d prefer to be a yearlong cuckold. The orgasm you have at the Christmas party is the best of your year. It’s an intense, overwhelming kind of pleasure. You get close to it when you and your wife masturbate while talking about the fun you had at the party, but it’s so much better when you’re actually watching Sam’s cock slide in and out of her pussy.

You know Alicia is close to cumming when her thighs begin to tremble. She grabs a second handful of your hair, smothers you with her pussy, and has a loud, lusty orgasm.

“Stay there,” she says after releasing her grip on your hair. “Lick up my juices.”

You push your tongue into her pussy and lick up the juices that are flowing from her. You relish the taste of her pussy. It’s the only time of year you get to play with another woman and you want to make sure you genuinely appreciate it.

“Would you like to see your slut wife getting fucked?” Alicia asks.

“Yes. Very much so,” you say.

Alicia smiles and stands up. She offers your hand and pulls you to your feet. You walk hand-in-hand down the hallway. You step into the bedroom. Your wife is on her back in your bed. She’s still wearing her red high heels, her black fishnet stockings, and her Christmas panties, which have been pulled aside to allow Sam’s long, thick cock inside her.

“Hey honey,” your wife says as she turns to you and smiles.

She immediately returns to unleashing her loud, joyful moans as Sam pounds her. He utilizes long, deep, hard strokes into her warm, wet, waiting cunt. The sound of flesh pounding flesh fills the room. The wetness of her pussy is mixed in.

“Oh, fuck, Sam, I’m cumming!” your wife cries out just a few moments after you enter the room.

She makes a beautiful orgasm face and wraps her arms and legs around him. As the pleasure works its way through her body your wife relaxes. Her legs fall to the bed. Her arms follow. Sam kisses her softly before pulling out.

“Taste their lust,” Alicia says as Sam rolls over.

Your wife rests her head on his chest and he plays with her tits as you climb between her legs. You push your tongue into her pussy. You lick up her juices, just like you did Alicia’s. You taste Sam’s cock inside her. You taste his precum mixed in with her juices. You wish your tongue was longer. You wish you could push deeper inside her.

“How does it feel?” Sam asks.

“It’s nice,” your wife says. “I like that he’s so eager to lick my pussy after you’ve been inside me. I like that he wants to taste me, and you.”

Sam laughs. You hear Alicia chuckle from the loveseat situated against the bedroom wall.

“But I like your cock better,” your wife says. “Will you fuck me again?”

“Of course I will. My cock is yours for as long as you want it,” Sam says.

You move out from between her legs. You look over at Alicia. She points to the floor between her legs. You know your place.

Your wife climbs on top of Sam and impales her cunt on his cock. The room fills with her moans once more. She rides him hard and fast. One orgasm is nowhere near enough to satiate her lust. She gets to enjoy his cock once a year and she’s not going to stop at just one climax.

“Good boy,” Alicia says as you drop to your knees between her legs. She pulls up her dress and pulls aside her panties once more. “Eat my pussy.”

You do as you’re told while Alicia watches your wife bounce up and down on her husband’s cock.

“Your slut wife looks beautiful with a bigger, better cock inside her, doesn’t she?” Alicia says. You can’t see, of course, but you know it’s true. You’ve seen it before. You know it looks so beautiful when Sam’s thick cock fills your wife’s cunt.

“I like that my husband has a whore that’s eager for his cock,” Alicia says as she subtly moves her pussy back and forth over your mouth. “I like that your wife is so eager to be his whore for a night. I like that she makes him feel good with her pussy, that she begs him to flood her cunt with his seed. I like that she wants to feel him inside her for as long as possible.”

You flick your tongue back and forth over Alicia’s clit as she talks about your wife and her husband. You feel her lust for the show she’s witnessing. You feel your own desire for your cuckolding, which is happening in your marital bed.

Alicia has her second orgasm courtesy of your mouth. Again she holds your head tight between her legs right until the point of climax. Then she gently pushes you away and you watch as she closes her eyes and lets the pleasure wash over her body.

“Take your pants off and sit next to me,” Alicia says as she puts her panties back in place.

You quickly push your pants to your ankles and sit on the loveseat next to Alicia. Your eyes fixate on the show happening in your bed. Your wife has found a beautiful rhythm riding Sam’s cock. She lifts off of him until just the tip remains inside her and then sinks back down on him. Each time a loud, clapping sound fills the room. Each time, she moans blissfully.

Sam reaches up and plays with your wife’s perky tits. He pulls on her nipples and squeezes her flesh as she unleashes a beautiful medley of sensual sounds that indicate the intense pleasure she’s feeling.

Alicia wraps her fingers around your hard cock and leans closer. She strokes you slowly and you feel the warmth of her breath on your neck.

“Do you make her moan like that, cuckold?” she asks.

“No, I don’t,” you answer.

“Does it make you jealous to see your wife being such a slut for someone else’s cock?”

“Yes,” you answer. “But I like it. I don’t know why. I just like it.”

Alicia laughs softly. “You like it because you’re a cuckold. You like it because it turns you on to see that you’re not man enough to fuck your wife like she actually wants to be fucked. You like it because you’re a good little bitch that gets off on knowing that your wife spends an entire year craving someone else’s big dick inside her.”

You stare at your wife’s pussy as it stretches out around Sam’s cock. It looks so beautiful, and when her loud, lusty moans are added it makes it the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced.

Alicia strokes your cock faster. “He’s going to empty his balls into your wife, cuck. He’s going to fill her with his cum and he’s going to do it in your bed. Then his cum is going to leak out onto your sheets and you’re going to sleep on it.”

That happened last year, too. You spent the night sleeping in a wet spot created by someone else’s cum and your wife’s juices. You couldn’t help but find it arousing.

“You deserve a treat for being such a good cuckold,” Alicia says.

You look over at her and take a moment to admire how exquisitely beautiful she is. You’re not sure what kind of treat she’s talking about, though. A handjob is treat enough.

That’s when Alicia surprises you by dropping her head into your lap and taking your cock into her mouth. The pleasure is instant and overwhelming. She’s incredible. Your wife screams louder. Sam grabs her ass and gives it a good spank. You explode in Alicia’s mouth.

You grunt and groan as shot after shot of cum spills into the other woman’s mouth. She keeps her lips sealed around your cock and teases the head with her tongue, making each contraction and release of sperm a little more pleasurable.

When you’re finished, Alicia pulls her mouth from your dick and looks at you for a moment. Then she leans forward, presses her lips against yours, and pushes her tongue into your mouth. A torrent of cum follows. She’s feeding you your load.

You groan in surprise at first, but she’s insistent. Your cum flows from her mouth to yours. Her tongue dances with yours. It starts to get a little bubbly and foamy. The taste is salty. The substance is slick. It’s an oddly pleasurable experience, in part because it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

“Swallow,” Alicia says as she breaks the kiss.

You swallow your cum. She smiles.

“Good boy. Maybe your wife will let you eat my husband’s cum out of her pussy a little later. Would you enjoy that?” she asks.

“I think so,” you say.

“Until then, why don’t you take your place on your knees and give me another orgasm.”

You fall to your knees and press your head between Alicia’s legs. You eat her pussy again. You know it won’t be the last time you eat pussy tonight. The pleasure doesn’t stop until everyone is exhausted.

You’re ready to go as long as necessary.