This is of course part two of the short "Christmas" series posted. Again, thank you to the fantastic Nifty staff or lone hero, and if possible make a contribution. If you enjoy this short series, I have other stories titled "Spring break cruise" "Daytime in the barracks" "Nighttime at the armory", "Confidence at the bathhouse", "my weekend home", and "Me, my friend, and her tattoo artist"
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I woke up the following morning snug and warm in the guest bedroom. My body was completely relaxed and I was as well rested as I could remember. The air in the room was cold and I could see snow stacked on the window sill.
I lay there and enjoyed the nest of the bed. At first I thought the house was silent. With the children staying elsewhere this weekend the television was still off, and no sound emanated from the kitchen, not even the coffee pot. I lay there listening, and then I heard it.
The soft moans of pleasure. It was faint at first, coming from the master bedroom across the living room, dining room and down the brief hallway. The sounds were soft, but the moans were guttural, savage.
Mike's moans caught up with Leah's and he grunted through his orgasm just as loud as Leah moaned through hers. I'm certain Mike knew I fucked his wife last night. He probably woke her up as soon as he got home from work and made her tell him every nasty detail. I imagined his cock getting hard as he pried his wife for more details; for every position, for every nasty thing we told each other and for how and where I came on her. I imagined Mike climbing on top of Leah as she told him everything and how he'd line up his cock with her and gently push in, making her moan and gasp through her story telling. And how he'd wait and hold himself in her until she finished, and then he'd slide all the way inside and start making love to his wife.
They would both forget the story of Leah and me as Mike picks up the pace and they focus only on each other. Maybe, I thought in the returning silence after the grunting ended, maybe he would lick his wife clean at her request, and that's what's happening in the silence as I lay there as hard as Mike.
Finally I pulled the covers off, hearing as much as I thought I'd hear. The cold air hurried me to dress, and walking into the kitchen I put on a pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed I turned on the small speakers in their living room and listened to Christmas music as I heard my hosts run a hot shower. I imagined them having to wash the sweat and cum off of themselves before getting dressed, and I handed each a cup of coffee as they walked into the kitchen.
Leah's hair was wet and done up in a towel; I handed her the coffee and asked if she took cream in it, winking as I did. Always playful, she winked back and said there is never too much cream. Mike took his coffee with a knowing smile.
The day was spent staying warm in the morning and then trying to keep warm while taking the snowmobiles for a ride. Mike and Leah knew the forest as well as their backyard, and we took every logging road two-track for miles. This far north, this close to the solstice, the sun was setting by 4:00 pm, and so we parked the machines in the shop and fueled them and checked the oil before hustling in to warm ourselves by the woodstove.
Left overs and finger food made dinner that night as we lounged in the kitchen keeping close to the woodstove. Nobody felt like doing too many chores that evening. As always the conversation was lively and came easy, and soon the drinks were as well. There is nothing better in Minnesota to keep you warm than Whiskey, Mike told me the locals say.
We eventually changed out of our heavy winter clothes and into flannel pants and sweatshirts; casual attire for old friends. We moved to the couches and made ourselves comfortable and tipsier. The topic of Leah and me playing around hadn't come up directly, but the evening was saturated with innuendo and subtle references. My cock was full in my loose pants, and when it was my turn to pour us more drinks, I stuck out obscenely in front of my hosts. I walked into the kitchen knowing Mike noticed it, as I'm certain Leah did; I played it cool as if I was unaware.
I returned holding the tray with our drinks. They each took theirs and I reclined back on the arm chair across from Mike and Leah on the couch. I kept my legs spread and my cock tented up my pants. It was unavoidable to see.
Mike held his drink while Leah took a long sip and smiled over her glass. I raised my glass and an eyebrow: "To my deviant friends spreading the Christmas cheer". They cheered and Mike finally took a sip. Leah's drink was nearly gone and I just began mine. My free hand fell to my lap and I slowly and nonchalantly grabbed my cock through my pants. Our conversation had slowed as they watched me.
I had put Mike and Leah on the spot, and for a couple usually with a quicker wit than mine, I enjoyed having the initiative. I slowly stroked my cock and waited for them to pick up the conversation again. None of us could remember what we had been talking about.
I decided to maintain my momentum. "Your husband has told me all about some of the sexy outfits you have, Leah. I'd love to see them."
Mike leaned back, enjoying where I was taking our conversation. Leah put her glass down, "Oh, he has, has he?" she nudged him.
"He's told me enough to know I want you to show them off for us", I said, still stroking my cock.
Lean downed her glass and pranced off to the bedroom, eagerly playing along with what I was up to.
She left, leaving Mike and me facing each other. Good friends but never have we said in person what I've done to his wife and what she's done to me. I told Mike bluntly that last night I fucked his wife, Leah. I told him the story he heard from her lips that same morning, but from my side of it. I told him how she couldn't get enough of my big cock, and how she shook and shuddered when she came, and how wet her pussy was when I slid my cock all the way inside her.
Mike adjusted his swelling cock inside his sweatpants. I kept talking, telling him every detail I could remember, using filthy words reserved for this sort of game. Dick was cock. Thrust was fuck. Moaning was begging. I made it colorful, letting him know just how his bride will behave for me; her duality of being. I let Mike know in no uncertain terms that his beautiful wife, his life partner, the mother of his children and the woman he will spend the rest of his life with; how that beautiful soul could also be so dirty, so in love with the pleasures of flesh and abandon and raw nature, and how words like slut and cum and the begs of "fuck me" came as easily to her as they did to him and me.
Mike was toying with his cock and his drink when Leah walked into the room. She had all the confidence and grace she does at a fine restaurant. She was wearing a school girl outfit: her plaid skirt showing her bare ass, barely covering her pussy. Her shirt was a ridiculously small white cotton shirt, tied in a knot below her breasts, pouring out over the top.
"A naughty school girl!" I cheered, impressed with the roleplay they get up to.
"A slutty school girl, Brian" Leah replied, curtseying coyly. Good girl, I said, and told her to put on a little show for us.
Leah turned around and bent at the waist, swaying her hips side to side, showing for me her ass and her bare pussy. My hand stayed on my hard cock and I relaxed, watching the show and wondering where she would take it. She moved over and bent over Mike's lap who gave her a few soft spanks.
"Bad school girls deserve more than that, Mike" I told him, and he responded with a few harder slaps, leaving her ass pink with his hand. Leah let out a few little cries as he spanked her.
"That's enough, Leah, I want to see what else you have"
Leah played along beautifully: "Yes, sir" and pranced away back to her bedroom.
I told Mike that his wife just called me "sir", and said that she was amongst the very best of wives for treating her guests so well. As Leah changed into a new outfit I told her husband everything I loved about the school girl outfit: how her pussy was exposed, how her ass was red under the plaid, and how her tits were barely held in by the slutty little shirt.
Leah waltzed back out in a new ensemble. She wore white stockings held up by a white garter belt below a matching white corset. She wore no panties and her hairless pussy was exposed for us to both admire. Her slim figure led to her amazing body again pouring out the top, her nipples just barely held in by the straining material.
A high heel was placed on the coffee table as she modelled for us, her shapely leg on display showing off the stocking, and the naughtily dramatic heel. I groaned my approval and told Mike to go into the kitchen and fix us another drink. Without a word he took the glasses and left.
I told Leah to climb on the table and lean back and spread her legs. The table was wide enough for her to rest on her elbows and spread her legs wide. On my command she began to rub her fingers up and down her pussy, showing her glistening pink, as wet with anticipation as her husband and I were hard. I slowly stroked my cock while she slipped a finger inside and let out a little moan. Unconsciously, her hips rocked forward with each movement, ever so slightly but making Leah need more. Her free hand moved up and stroked the top of her breasts.
Mike came back in with our glasses and as soon as he sat down I told Leah that that was enough in that outfit and to come back out with her favorite one. She gave me a smile knowing exactly which outfit she had in mind, took her finger out of her pussy and gave it a quick kiss before leaving the room.
Mike didn't get to see any of her show, but maybe the show wasn't for him; just me. I took my drink form him and thanked him again for it.
"Take out your cock Mike, this is getting good". As if waiting for permission Mike lowered his pants below his ass and out sprang his cock. As big as mine and thicker and just as hard. He started squeezing his balls and started his drink. I kept my cock inside my pants and matched his sip.
Leah was back in a quick moment: nothing but a body stocking. The fishnet covered her body and left everything exposed; her pussy, her ass, her tits and her body all on display for her husband and his friend.
"This is my favorite", she announced.
"Now we can begin". I replied. I gulped the last of my drink and Mike handed Leah hers which she finished in one pull. I placed my drink down at my side and told Leah to get on her hands and knees. She complied.
"Arch your back for me". She let her back sag, raising her ass in the air and holding her shoulders proud, showing off her body. Leah was looking at me with a cheeky smile. We both liked where this was headed.
"Crawl to me, Leah" She slowly on her hands and knees crawled to a spot right in front of me where my legs were spread wide. She looked up at me from that position inches from my cock. I finally let go of myself and interlaced my fingers behind my head.
I asked Mike what he thought his wife should do next. "Play with him dear, but don't use your hands". Leah grinned back at him at that last caveat. Turning her attention back towards me, she nuzzled her head against my thigh, making sure my legs were spread as wide as they could be. Nuzzling farther, she was stroking her nose up and down my cock, rigid of course and still behind the fabric. I felt a wet spot where I was playing the precum out of myself during her show.
I watched with amusement and satisfaction as Leah sighed into my body, equally satisfied at being so obedient to her husband and her guest. She was indeed obedient, but entirely on her own accord and on her own conditions; she wanted this as badly as I did, and her husband too, and I can only surmise the empowerment of fulfilling such lewd fantasies for the two men in the room.
She continued to bury her face in my pants against my cock. Soon she was biting my hardness though the fabric, and the heat of her breath was driving me insane.
"Stop" I said brusquely. Leah obeyed and sat back on her thighs, waiting for the next command. I stood up and shook my pants down, spring my cock out against my taught body above. I stepped out of them and stood above her, my cock waiving directly in front of her face.
"Tell her Mike". Without a pause Mike ordered his wife to suck my cock. Again with no hands. There was no coy look back at her husband this time. Leah was as if she was let off a leash; she dove on my cock and in one move took me all the way in her mouth. I gasped in the surprising wave of sensation washing over my whole body. Leah's bobbing was almost frantic and the wet sucking noises met her loud breathing.
"That's it baby, suck him...fuck yes" Mike was moaning his encouragement behind her as she kept going. He was fisting his cock, watching the show: he ass and pussy towards him and the rapid bobbing of her head and the obscene image of my cock sliding easily in and out of her mouth.
I ran both my hands down from the top of her head, caressing her body until her ass. I spanked her once on each cheek and grabbed them. I pulled her open for Mike to get a better view. I gently slid my finger up and down her ass, sliding easily and wet along her pussy. She moaned around my cock at the stimulation and bent her ass up towards me.
"I think she needs you Mike".
Mike grinned his approval of the idea and undressed. Naked, he came up to her and took over where my fingers had been, soon finger fucking his wife from behind. Finally Leah came off my cock. She started stroking her saliva and spit all over me and looked back at her husband. All she could do was moan and softly ask "...please".
She kept watching Mike as he got on his knees and spat on his thick cock. He teased her pussy with it for just a second and then slid all the way in. Effortless, wet, perfect. Leah's body nearly went limp and she slumped onto her elbows, her hands forgetting my cock and grabbing my calves for stability as she took her husband's as deep as he gave it to her. Mike groaned at how hot and tight and wet his wife was. She took him with all the poise as a married woman would take her husband.
Mike held himself all the way in her and ran his hands all over her body. Worshipping her and what she gave him he reached down and began to play with her pussy from around her leg. I watched with concentration as Mike and Leah began to fall into their rhythm. It was as if I was being let in on a secret that they would only share with me, and I was accepted to add to their secret and make new ones.
Slowly Mike began to thrust in and out and his strokes became longer and harder. Leah's long sigh became grunts and moans as he shoved into her again and again. Her face was buried in the carpet at my feet and I stood over her stroking my slick cock. I moaned my approval telling Leah what a good girl she is taking her husband from behind like that, and then prostrated myself and grabbed her by the hair. Her body jolting with each hard thrust, Leah looked into my eyes and I kissed her, my fist full of her hair, and we sucked each other's tongues and shared the spit from sucking my cock. I bit her ear and whispered good girl again.
I stood back up and moved the coffee table out of the way, and twisting around, I crawled under Leah to eat her out while she was being fucked. My own cock was underneath her and her body rested on mine. Her pussy hovered an inch above my tongue, and Mikes thighs were along my ears. The look of her pink flesh taking such a big cock, spreading out and so wet and so easily accepting him was beautiful. The sound and smells and heat from their two bodies crashing into each other was overwhelming.
I began licking Leah along every piece of pink flesh presented. Her moans became louder as my tongue ran long her lips and her clit. As I licked and Mike fucked, my tongue was running along the underside of his cock. It may have been intentional or accidental, the consequence of eating his wife's pussy while he was fucking it. I savored and moaned at every taste I experienced, and every sensation I caused both Lean and Mike.
Mikes thrusting became more staccato and his grunting louder, and suddenly he pulled his cock away from Leah. He was close to cumming but wanted to hold off; our fun was only beginning. Leah's pussy was left open and swollen from what her husband had been doing to her, and I immediately began lapping at her and enjoying every drop of her that Mike left for me.
Leah shuddered at the new ministrations and sat her hips back on my face, rocking back and forth and taking advantage of my eager tongue. The fucking and now my tongue brought her to orgasm and she shook and came and clawed my body underneath her. I felt her pussy tense around my tongue and the immediate flood of her excitement. I licked and sucked and kissed every drop and every inch as she shook through her orgasm.
Spent, Leah slumped back onto my body and gently licked and sucked my cock. I was kissing her thighs and hips while she recovered. After a minute, Mike lined back up again and slid his fingers inside his wife to let her know it was his turn again.
I couldn't help myself. I may have overstepped my boundary, but I can blame it on the heat of the moment. Mike held his cock in one hand and the other was toying Leah's pussy. I snaked my fingers around and pushed his cock down to my mouth. His flesh tasted of Leah and I sucked and licked his head. Mike paused and moaned in surprise and pleasure equally.
For an instant I was afraid I had crossed a line, but after a hesitation, Mike slowly slid more of his cock in my mouth. I was greedy and eager to suck his cock, especially with his wife's pussy on it. Mike moaned and Leah looked back, wondering where her attention was. She gave a long approving sigh as her husband slid more of his cock into my mouth.
"Good boy, Brian" she cooed. I was encouraged and began bobbing my head up into his cock, thrusting from above. Mike held his cock in my mouth long enough for me to coat it in my spit and saliva, running from eating his wife's wet pussy. Once coated, he grabbed it and shoved it back inside Leah's pussy. Again his cock slid all the way in and bottomed out, and Leah got back on her hands and knees, and with renewed energy began bucking back into him.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, Mike, fuck me" She was repeating over and over. A page had been turned and Leah was trying to gain the initiative I had enjoyed since I had stood up with my cock hard in my pants.
"Fuck me Mike, fuck my pussy" Mike's thrusting was even harder than before and his balls were hanging low and slapping against Leah's pussy as he rocked back and forth. I buried my face in them and started licking and sucking all over and Mike was moaning even louder.
"Oh fuck yea do that, exactly that!" He gasped through his heavy breathing. I continued and Leah began encouraging me to keep it up just like her husband did. Leah's words were garbled by her uncontrolled moaning and grunting as another orgasm built. Mike heard it and fell on top of her, biting her ear hard and burying his cock as deep in her as he could. His arms wrapped around her and held her statue still as their weight rested on my mouth and I felt the wetness of her second orgasm.
Once the shaking stopped Mike climbed off and took Leah's hand and helped her to a seat on the couch.
I sat up and absentmindedly played with my cock while my two hosts caught their breath. If there was any elephant in the room I wanted to address it immediately: "Did you like me sucking your cock, Mike?"
Leah looked at him suspiciously unsure of how her husband would react. Mike looked at me with uncertainty on his face. Undeniably my mouth felt good around his cock, but would he admit it or even want more?