We were alone for Christmas.

No kids, no invitations, we didn’t want to go away.

The house was decorated beautifully. The tree looked fabulous.

Christmas Eve and we decided to go out for lunch to a rather nice pub restaurant.

As a Christmas surprise, I’d bought her a new black velvet dress.

Knowing I would benefit, I’d also bought her new underwear.

It was ivory silk, French nickers and matching camisole top.

She was delighted with the early Christmas gifts.

When she came downstairs, she looked amazing.

Curves in all the right places, with more than a hint of cleavage.

“Are those stockings or tights” I asked.

“You’ll have to wait till later to find that out” she purred

We got in the Jag, god I love that car, it’s low, sleek, and almost impossible for a lady to get in it without showing a lot of leg when wearing a dress.

She does have very good legs.

Obviously I helped her out of the car.

I positioned myself perfectly to maximise any hint of stocking top.

I was not disappointed.

A flash of white thigh quickened my pulse, and thickened my cock.

Obviously we had champagne.

The meal was delicious. The waiter extremely attentive.

She loved the attention, he loved her cleavage.

I leant in after he’d topped her glass up, yet again, rather unnecessarily in my opinion.

“Would you like to fuck him” I whispered.

She laughed, “don’t be disgusting “

She took a large swig of champagne, Nic, that was the waiters name, instantly returned and finished the bottle, tipping it into her glass.

“Would madam like another “ he said, looking at her tits.

She looked at me.

“I’m driving, it’s up to you”

“No, Nic, I’ll have a cocktail “ she smiled to her admirer.

I’m sure there was a pause in her voice and she actually said “cock-tail”

Immediately he came back with “sex on the beach” madam..

“Oh you naughty boy, it’s far too cold for sex on the beach, I’ll have a vodka martini, please” she purred.

“Obviously that will be stirred “ he responded. “I wouldn’t want you to be shaken”

Was I even there, they were blatantly flirting.

Back in the car, my hand on her thigh, I slid it up her dress.

Stocking tops, warm white thigh. She parted her legs, obligingly.

I slid my hand into her nicker leg. Her cunt, smooth, open, wet.

She gasped…”ooh, that’s nice”

“You liked Nic, didn’t you” my fingers were moving gently across her wet clit and lips.

“Mmm he was a naughty boy, did you see the bulge in those tight black trousers.”

She reclined the seat..

black velvet, white thighs, black stockings, cream leather seats.

How the fuck was I supposed to concentrate on driving.

“Yes, he did have an impressive bulge, and it was definitely helped by looking at your beautiful breasts“ I croaked..my cock strained at the thought.

“He couldn’t take his eyes off your tits”

My fingers slipped in her…

“Oh, that’s good, don’t stop, please don’t stop “

My cock was screwed up uncomfortably in my trousers.

She couldn’t help me with it, no room in the Jag for reciprocal masturbation.

She was thrusting up against my fingers now, her cunt really wet.

“I bet you’d like Nic to be doing this, wouldn’t you…while I watched, wanking”

“Oh yes, do you think he’d like to” she was thrusting up as much as she could.

She pulled her dress up around her waist.

Her silk nickers were now pushed to one side, stockings sagging slightly, it was such an erotic sight.

The car was full of the smell of her sex. She was starting to cum.

“Oh yes, oh yes..”

I had to slow down and stop at traffic lights.

A motor bike under took on our left side, pausing, the rider getting an unexpected eyeful of my semi naked wife, writhing on my fingers.

“Oh fuck, yessssss” she exclaimed…As I booted the V8 engine into life.

We lived about twenty minutes from the pub.

By the time we pulled up, she was almost composed.

It was dark now, the decorations glistening and sparkling.

As soon as we were through the door she was scrabbling at my belt, trying to pull my trousers off.

We kissed and pulled at each other’s clothing as we stumbled into the living room.

The log fire was burning, the room lit by decoration and candles.

Somehow she’d got me naked, she was in her underwear.

She was all over my cock, squeezing my balls, leaning down sucking on my helmet.

I was in danger of cumming too soon.

“No” I said (reluctantly) “leave it alone for a bit. Let me calm down “

She looked at me sulkily. “I want cock” she pouted.

“You encouraged me to flirt with Nic”…..I laughed out loud at that .

“You needed no encouragement, you tart, you loved it, leaning forward, letting him see down your dress”

She had the audacity to blush.

But her nipples gave her away, they stiffened at the thought.

“Well it made me horny, his bulge, then your fingers, I need fucking now, I’m so wet”

“It might be Christmas, darling “ I said, “but you can’t always have what you want” “But you love me, why not..?” She threw herself on the fur rug on the sofa.

She pulled her nickers to one side, her cunt, wet, open…

“Look” she demanded…”it needs fucking…fuck me, now”

My cock twitched appreciatively…

DING DONG…..

It was the doorbell…

She looked at me.

“I can’t go, look at my cock, and I’m naked, too”

DING DONG….

“Well they can fuck off” she said sulkily..

DING DONG

“Just answer it” I said.

“What, in my underwear “ she said sarcastically.

“Yes” I commanded…..“Ooh” she said “this could be fun”

She sashayed to the door, I slapped her gorgeous arse as she passed me.

I heard voices, laughter, the front door closing, the living room door opening.

“It must be Christmas “ she giggled, “look, I’ve got a present, young Saint Nic”

It was, indeed, the waiter from the restaurant.

But then I knew that, I’d given him our address.

He was the guy on the motorbike, pausing to see me, readying my wife, for him.

I knew there had been an attraction from a previous visit.

I’d actually asked him if he’d like to fuck my wife..

Turning to the bar, I said “Drink, Nic ?”

Getting no reply, I turned back around, he was kissing my wife passionately, and she was responding greedily…

My cock twitched..it was starting to be a lot like Christmas.

I sat by the fire, watching..Soon she had him naked.

“Unwrapped your present, then” I laughed.

He had removed her camisole top.

Her breasts were being kissed, sucked, and nipples pinched.

She was sighing, grabbing at his thick, hard cock.

His hand was in her nickers.

She cried out as his fingers slid into her wet cunt.

Standing, looking at me, my wife grinned as he pushed her silky, and slightly damp, French nickers down.

She stepped out of them. Completely naked now, except for stay up stockings.

Looking me straight in the eye, she cocked her leg over his thigh.

His cock, like all young men’s, was upright and hard.

Fuck she looked sexy. Definitely the cat was going to get the cream..

Slowly she lowered herself onto his cock.

“Oh yes, that’s nice, thank you darling “ she said to me..and she started to fuck him.

“Father Christmas is going to give me a gift tonight “ she laughed, sexily.

Twas, indeed, the night before Christmas

and it wouldn’t be long before “St Nic” would be cumming….

“Merry Christmas, my love” she cried as he spunked deep inside her.

God bless you one and all