A Good Hostess Takes Care of Her Guests

The house is filled with your friends and neighbors. Christmas music is playing. The tree is twinkling. Everyone has a smile on their face and a drink in their hand. The party is absolutely perfect and you have your wife to thank for that, as she worked exceptionally hard to make sure every little detail was taken care of.

You want to thank her for doing such a great job, but she's nowhere to be found. You check the kitchen and find a few friends. You quickly check in the backyard, but no one is out there as it's far too cold. You check the garage, but that too is empty.

You head down the hallway and towards the den. The door is closed but you're certain it was open when the night began. You hesitate as you consider that someone else might be in there and there might be a reason they closed the door.

Curiosity gets the best of you, though, and you approach the door. You listen but hear nothing, so you gently turn the handle. You open the door slowly and silently and peer inside.

The first thing you see is the sparkly red heels your wife chose for the party. She's not standing, though. You open the door a little further and see that she's on her knees. Your heart is pounding and you feel an odd mixture of anxiety and desire as you consider what your wife might be doing on her knees in the den.

You push the door open a little further and see her dress clinging to her ass. It looks perfect, just like it looked when she put that lovely red dress on just a few hours ago. You stared at her ass then and you're staring at it now.

You open the door a little further and see the soft white cardigan your wife wore over her dress. You see her back moving up and down. You know what she's doing. You're not yet ready to admit it, but you know what's happening in the den.

You've known since you opened the door. You could hear the distinct sounds of what was happening, just like you can hear them now. You know your wife is giving a blowjob. It's why your heart is pounding. It's why you're anxious and excited. Part of you can't believe she would suck someone else's cock at your Christmas party, and part of you is utterly enthralled that she would be so spectacularly naughty.

You push the door open just a little more and see your wife's lips wrapped around another man's cock. You can't see who it is, and you're not sure you want to know.

Her eyes are closed and she seems to be lost in the pleasure of giving him a blowjob. Her hand moves up and down the shaft in time with her lips. It makes the blowjob sound wet and slippery and you can't believe she's sucking with such passion.

You feel no desire to stop her. You just want to watch. You know you probably shouldn't - someone could come down the hallway and see you standing there with an erection - but you can't look away.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," the guy says.

Your wife pulls off his cock and strokes the head slowly. She smiles at him and says, "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow for you."

"Holy shit," he says as her mouth envelops his cock once more.

She sucks him with even greater vigor. She knows he's close and she clearly wants to give him a good orgasm. She wants him to cum in her mouth, just like she said. She wants another man to cum in her mouth. She wants to swallow for him.

Your dick is so hard it hurts. You can't believe how much this turns you on. You hear him groaning. He's getting louder. He's about to cum. He's about to cum in your wife's mouth.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he says. More grunts and groans follow as the sound of sucking slows. Your wife is taking his load in her mouth. She's letting another man cum in her mouth.

You hear his cock pop free from the tight grip of her lips. You see her look up at him. You see her swallow. You see your wife swallow another man's cum while your friends and neighbors are just a few rooms away.

"Mmm, your cum tastes good," she says. "Like a lovely Christmas treat for me."

He laughs. "You're incredible. You're truly fucking incredible."

She tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them up. "You're incredible too," she replies.

You pull the door almost entirely closed - you don't want to make noise by shutting it entirely - and hurry down the hallway and into the bathroom. You unzip your pants and take your cock out. You stroke furiously as you stand over the sink. You know you shouldn't be indulging in your desire to cum, but you can't help it.

You hear footsteps outside the door and you stop stroking. It must be the guy your wife just sucked off. He passes without stopping and you resume masturbating as you replay what you just watched in your head. You see your wife sucking another man's cock. You see her in that perfect red dress, those lovely heels, and that beautiful white cardigan. You see her sucking dick with such vigor. You see her taking his load in her mouth and swallowing.

You hear footsteps. The bathroom door handle turns. It opens and your wife steps inside. She smiles, shuts the door behind her, and approaches without saying a word. She takes your cock in her fingers, puts a hand on the back of your head, and pulls your lips to hers.

You moan as she strokes your dick. Her lips part and her tongue slips into your mouth. You moan louder as your wife shares the aftertaste of another man's cum with you. A moment later you cum in the sink while your tongues indulge in an erotic dance.

You kiss throughout your orgasm. When you've finished, your wife carefully cleans the last drops of cum from your cock, tucks you back into your pants, and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"I hope you don't mind," she says, "but one of our guests was in desperate need of a blowjob and I wanted to be a good hostess."

"I really don't mind," you say with more than a little surprise in your voice. "It's kind of crazy, but I don't."

She gives you another kiss on the cheek, smiles, and leaves the bathroom. You turn, stare into the mirror, and smile as joyfully as you ever have. This is the best Christmas party you've ever thrown.