The 12 Gifts of Cuckold Christmas - Part 5

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"You should get dressed," your wife says as she emerges from the bathroom in a ravishingly beautiful naked state. "For our date, I mean."

"I thought you were going out with Dustin," you reply.

She approaches and you can't help but stare at her naked body. Your gaze focuses between her legs, as it often does, since you can't help but imagine Dustin's cock filling her, which will absolutely happen at some point during the evening.

"I am going out with Dustin," she says before taking your hand in hers and placing it on her breast, which is soft and warm and feels impossibly good. "He's taking me to a bar. We're going to have a few drinks, do a little dancing and a whole lot of flirting and fooling around, and then he's going to take me back to his place to fuck me."

That's all it takes to excite you, as you feel the beautiful growth between your legs as your wife utters those wondrously dirty words. "So...why do I need to get dressed?" you ask.

"Because you're coming on our date," she replies while moving your fingers down her taut stomach and between her legs. They slip inside her and are immediately immersed in the wetness that's no doubt built up as your lovely wife thought of the sex she and her bull will enjoy that night.

"Wait, really?" you ask.

She nods, leans forward, and kisses you softly as your fingers explore her wet pussy. "It's a gift," she says. "For cuckold Christmas. You get to come on one of our dates. You get to watch me with Dustin. You get to sit across from us at a table. You get to see him dance with me, and kiss me, and put his arm around me like I'm his girlfriend. You get to see how much he enjoys taking me out and showing me off in a tight little dress."

She kisses you again and you feel her pussy get even wetter. It seems that she thoroughly enjoys being shown off as Dustin's girlfriend, or at least she enjoys the idea of you watching it all.

"So you need to get dressed," she says. "Because you're getting another gift tonight, cuckold."

Your beautiful wife steps away and you follow her into the closet. You watch as she steps into a tight, low cut black dress, pulls it up over her hips - which it hugs like a second skin - and turns around so you can zip it up. She then steps into a pair of three inch heels that make her ass and legs look truly wondrous, spins around, and gives you a quick kiss.

"Hurry up," she says. "Dustin's expecting us to pick him up soon."

You change as quickly as you can and then follow your wife out to the car. She gets in the backseat - like you're little more than an Uber driver for the evening - and you drive to Dustin's house.

He comes out, gets in the backseat with your wife, and they spend most of the ride to the bar fooling around. It doesn't get terribly heavy, but there's quite a bit of light, lovely moaning and the sounds of kissing fill the car for the duration of the ride. You spend the entire time in a state of low level desire that leaves your loins tingling in a rather pleasant manner and you imagine your wife and her bull are in the same state.

"Drop us off at the entrance and then you can find a parking spot," your wife says as you arrive at the bar.

You're going to do as you're told, but for a minute you remain parked at the bar's entrance and watch as your wife's bull puts his arm around her and guides her into the bar. They look so much like a couple that you can't help but get excited. You're a cuckold, after all, and you're endlessly thrilled at the idea of your wife going on a date with another man.

You find a parking space and head into the bar. Your wife and her bull are sitting in a booth - both on the same side - and they invite you to sit across from them.

He puts his arm around your wife, pulls her closer, and says, "You look so beautiful tonight."

She smiles and replies, "I always try to look good for you, Dustin. In fact, I love to look good for you. I got just a little bit turned on when I put this dress on because I knew you'd like it. I knew that seeing me in it would make you want me."

"You were right," he replies. "This dress looks perfect on you, Kyra. Did you see the guys checking you out when we walked in?"

Your wife nods.

"I like being the guy that walks in with the woman every other man wants to be with," he says. "I like that I'm the one that gets to take you home tonight, Kyra, the one that gets to enjoy this sexy body of yours."

Your wife's hand moves under the table and her lips find his. You lean in as they kiss, though not consciously. It's like you're drawn to them, like you want to be able to appreciate every beautiful detail of your wife's lips parting to welcome his tongue into her mouth.

You see your wife's arm moving just a little and you hear him moan. She must be playing with his cock under the table. She doesn't seem to care that they're in public. She wants to make her bull feel good, to excite him, to build his desire for her. You know she's building her desire for him, too, that she's feeling his big cock growing in his slacks and thinking about how good it's going to feel when he fucks her a little later.

After a lengthy kiss, her bull turns to you, smiles, and says, "Your wife's an incredible kisser."

"Yes, she is," you reply, though you suspect she kisses him with greater passion than she offers you.

A waitress arrives with a tray of drinks. She sets a martini glass in front of your wife, what looks like a whiskey drink of some kind in front of her bull, and a beer in front of you. "Can I get you anything else?" she asks.

"This is perfect," Dustin replies as he pulls your wife just a little closer.

The waitress turns and leaves and your wife picks up her glass, looks at her bull, and says, "A toast to you, the man who's shown me what I've been missing."

She looks at you and down at your glass and you pick it up and join their toast. Everyone sips their drink and then your wife's hand once again moves under the table.

As her bull looks at you, she leans in and seductively kisses his neck, letting her lips linger against his skin for a few moments each time. He can't help but smile. And why wouldn't he? Your wife is busy kissing him and stroking his cock while you're sitting there with a delighted look on your face.

"What do you think she's been missing, cuckold?" her bull asks.

You're silent for a few seconds - mostly so you can appreciate the way your wife continues to kiss his neck and cheek as she tries to turn him on - and then you answer, "She's been missing a strong, confident man like you. Someone with a big cock, and plenty of stamina, and the confidence to...to take her, to fuck her like she needs to be fucked. Someone that innately understands how to pleasure her."

"And that's not you?" he asks with a smile.

You think of all the times your wife failed to cum while you fucked her. You think of how you used to ask what she needed, or how you could make her feel good, or whether or not she was enjoying the sex while you were in the midst of it. He doesn't ask her if she's enjoying the sex. He doesn't ask her what she needs. He simply gives it to her because he innately understands how to fuck a woman, and how to fuck your wife in particular.

"No, that's not me," you reply. "It's never been me."

Your wife looks at you and smiles. "No, it hasn't. You love me like no man ever has, but as it turns out, you can't come close to fucking me the way I need to be fucked. Dustin can, though. Just thinking about him fucking me sometimes gives me more pleasure than your cock does, cuckold. That's how good he is. That's how much better than you he is."

He turns to her and they kiss. You can tell how badly she wants him. You can see it in the way she kisses him, in how she moans, in her body language as they sit across from you. Your wife is utterly intoxicated with the man she's sitting next to and you're certain she'd do anything to please him.

"Dance with me," she says to him.

Your wife slides out of the booth and takes his hand. You move a little closer to the edge of the booth to watch them as they join the collection of writhing bodies moving to the loud, thumping music.

Your wife dances like the desire is flowing out of her body. She moves like she's trying to fuck him on the dance floor. She smiles when he touches her and seems to moan when he pulls her close. She can almost certainly feel his cock pressing into her, signaling his desire for the pleasure her body gives him when they fuck with wild abandon.

Your eyes wander to some of the other men in the bar. You see them watching your wife. You see the lust in their eyes. You see their jealousy, how they absolutely wish they were the ones dancing with her, how they wish they had the opportunity to take her home and fuck her like Dustin is going to do before the night is over.

They kiss on the dance floor. They move with the music as their tongues entwine and his hands move down her back and grab her ass through the skintight fabric of her dress. They're not the only couple to kiss, but to your eyes they're kissing with far greater lust than anyone else.

After dancing, kissing, and groping for a handful of songs, your wife takes her bull's hand. You assume they're coming back to you, but she leads him in the opposite direction. They disappear down what looks to be a hallway and you take a long drink of your beer, slide out of the booth, and follow.

You head down the same hallway - which is rather dark - and reach the bathrooms. Your wife's moans emanate from the women's room. The moans are loud and quick, like she's being fucked in a rather vigorous manner. You push against the door, but it's locked. You want to be in the bathroom with them. You want to watch. You want to see if he's pulled your wife's dress up and is taking her from behind or if she's sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around him as he pounds her pussy.

All you can do is listen, though. Her moans get louder and wilder. You hear her urge him to fuck her harder a few times. You hear her proclaim how good his cock feels inside her.

You stand outside the door and listen until you see someone coming down the hallway. You step into the men's room immediately, as you don't want to seem like a pervert that listens outside bathrooms doors as people fuck. You take a quick piss, flush, and head back into the hallway.

The waitress that delivered the drinks is waiting by the women's room with a smile on her face. Your eyes meet hers, but for just a moment as you look away and quickly scurry down the hallway. You can hear your wife and her bull fucking right up until you step back into the bar again. Your dick is half hard and you're thankful that it's fairly dark as you make your way back to the booth.

You sit in the booth and think of your wife getting fucked in a bar bathroom. You think of how desperate she must have been for her bull's dick to drag him back there and let him take her in a public bathroom. You know it's not clean in there, and yet your wife was the one that initiated it. She took his hand and dragged him down that hallway and into the bathroom. She's the one that was so desperate to get fucked by her bull, desperate in a way she's never been desperate for you.

A few minutes later they return. Your wife's hair is quite a bit messier and the bottom of her dress looks like it wasn't perfectly adjusted after they left the bathroom. She has a smile on her face, though, and you swear she actually looks like she's glowing.

She slides into the booth first and he follows. She kisses him the moment they're both in and she does so with such passion that you wonder if she already wants him again.

"That was incredible," she says. "I came so fucking hard."

"Me too," he replies.

They both turn to you and you wife asks, "Did you follow us?"

You nod.

"Did you hear us fucking?" she asks.

"Yes," you admit.

You feel her foot between your legs and she smiles when her toes find your half hard cock. "Would you like to know how he fucked me, cuckold? Would you like to know how he fucked your wife in that bar bathroom?"

"Yes," you admit.

He smiles and reaches under the table. When his hand appears once more, it's holding a used condom filled with an enormous-looking load. You stare at the condom - the condom he wore while fucking your wife just a minute ago - and at the cum resting at the tip.

"I'll tell you all about it," your wife says. "You just have to drink his cum."

He swings the condom back and forth like he's trying to hypnotize you with the sight of his load. "Drink up, cuckold," he says. "We both know you like the taste of it. We know you enjoyed licking it off your wife's beautiful tits. I think we both know you're going to enjoy this, too."

"Take it," your wife says. "Think of it as a bonus gift, cuckold. Think of it as yet another treat your generous wife is giving you for Christmas."

You reach out and take the condom. Out of the corner of your eye you see the waitress coming over and you hide the condom under the table.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asks.

"Yes, could I have a shot of whiskey?" you say.

Your wife and her bull both decline to order anything else and the waitress walks away. Not long after she returns with your shot of whiskey, which you drink almost immediately. Once the waitress has left, you upend the condom and pour its contents into the shot glass, filling it to the brim with her bull's thick, creamy cum.

"Did you hear how good he fucked me, cuckold?" your wife asks as her toes massage your now-stiff cock. "Did you hear how much I enjoyed him pounding my tight little cunt in the bathroom?"

"Yes," you say as you stare at the shot glass filled with cum.

"Then throw back that shot and I'll give you all the dirty details," she says.

You pick up the shot glass, rest it against your lower lip, and then swiftly tilt your head back and throw it down. You swallow and very nearly gag, mostly from the sheer volume of cum you just tried to take down your throat.

"Get it all, cuckold," your wife says.

You look at the glass and see his cum coating it. You hold it to your lips and stick out your tongue, licking his load from the shot glass. All the while your wife gives a vigorous footjob under the table, offering a surprising level of pleasure through your pants.

"I think he's getting a taste for my cum," her bull says.

"He is," your wife replies. "I think we'll have to start letting him swallow every load you produce."

Her bull laughs, but in the moment, you can't help but want that. You don't want to admit it, but you enjoy eating his cum.

"Are you enjoying your gift so far, cuckold?" your wife asks.

"Very much so," you admit before taking a sip of your beer to wash away the overwhelming taste of cum in your mouth.

She looks at her bull, smiles, and says, "Let me out so I can sit next to him. I'm going to tell him all about how you fucked me and I'm going to make him cum in his pants."

Her bull laughs and happily slides out of the booth. Your wife quickly joins you on your side, presses her beautiful body against yours, and reaches between your legs. She finds your cock and strokes you vigorously.

"He took me from behind," she whispers before kissing your neck. "He bent me over the sink. He told me to look in the mirror as he took my pussy. He pulled my dress up, gave my ass a few hard smacks, put on that condom you just drank from, and took me from behind with one deep thrust."

She moans like she's getting fucked. She does it right into your ear. You don't really want to cum in your pants, but you lack the power to tell your wife to stop showering you in dirty talk.

"He grabbed my waist and he fucked me hard, cuckold," she continues. "He fucked your wife hard in that dirty bar bathroom. He fucked me like a slut gets fucked...and I loved every second of it. I wanted that from him. I wanted to be taken in that way. I wanted to feel his big cock pounding me while I could hear the music pounding in the bar. I wanted to surrender to the desire I felt for him, a kind of desire that I've never felt for you, cuckold. I wanted to give him my pussy, my body, in that bathroom. I wanted him to do as he pleased and use me for his pleasure...and I came so fucking hard while he did. I came all over his cock and then I told him to fill that condom with his load so we could feel it to my cuckold husband."

You cum in your pants. You imagine your wife bent over the bathroom sink taking her bull's cock from behind while thinking of feeding you another man's load and you cum so fucking hard in your pants.

She moans while you climax. She moans, kisses your neck, and makes you feel like she's thoroughly enjoying offering you that pleasure.

"Was that good?" she asks.

"Yes," you admit. "It was incredible."

She gives you a kiss on the cheek, smiles, and says, "Good. Let's get another round." She slides out of the booth, joins her bull on the other side, and beckons the waitress over.

You've had an excellent night - and thoroughly enjoyed your gift - and it's thrilling to know that the night isn't yet over.