Becca Bellamy
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The 12 Gifts of Cuckold Christmas - Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-12-24 06:20:09 +0000 UTCYou're similar to most cuckolds in that it's a lot like Christmas morning every time your wife - the lovely Kyra - comes home from a date with her bull. You're not exactly sure what sort of gift she's going to offer you, but you know it's going to be the sort that brings you relentless joy and pleasure.
Perhaps she'll tell you the naughty details of the evening while stroking your cock. Perhaps she'll sit on your face and let you taste the pussy that another man just fucked. Perhaps she'll let you fuck her while she tells you that you're nowhere near as good as he is. Perhaps she'll tell you she just sucked him off in the car and offer you a deeply passionate kiss that tastes just a little bit like his cock and cum.
She's been cuckolding you for the past three months - seeing her bull once or twice a week in that span - and each time she comes home she brings you a gift in the form of a cuckold-fueled orgasm that fills you with joy and a deep sense of love for your beautiful wife.
You feel that same sense of Christmas morning anticipation as you wait for your wife's return on a cold evening in early December. She left a little over four hours ago and you haven't heard from her since. That's not unusual, of course - she tends to focus on her bull when she's with him - but you've reached the point of the evening where that sense of anticipation starts to get a little overwhelming.
You've busied yourself with household chores, something you started doing just a few weeks after your wife cuckolded you for the first time. In part, you did it to occupy yourself while you waited for her to return - you'd agreed not to masturbate without her - and in part you did it to relieve your wife of as much work at home as possible so she'd find cuckolding you even more pleasurable. Now, though, the chores are done and all you can do is think about your wife and her bull indulging in the sex they crave.
You've yet to watch them have sex - your wife isn't yet comfortable with it - but every once in a while she has her bull film them fucking, which makes it easy for you to close your eyes and picture the vigorous sex they might be having at this very moment. You can see his hard, deep thrusts into her pussy. You can hear the way she moans when he fucks like no man - including you - ever has. You can see why your wife can't help but give herself to him over and over, why he makes her cum hard enough to leave her head spinning and her toes tingling.
It's imagining those pleasures that has you in a state of such intense arousal by the time your wife pulls into the driveway. The garage door opener comes to life and you're overwhelmed with the kind of excitement that you used to feel on Christmas morning.
You open the door to the garage just as your wife steps out of the car. She's wearing a short, low cut, flowy red satin dress and a pair of strappy red high heels. Her blonde hair is still soft and shiny-looking with a little bit of bounce as she smiles at you, showing off that beautiful red lipstick she wore for her bull. She wanted to look like a Christmas goddess for their first date in December and there's no question she pulled it off.
"Do I still look good?" she asks while sauntering towards you.
"You look better," you reply as you glance at her nipples, which are poking through the delicate, thin material of her satin dress.
Your wife stops in front of you, smiles seductively, leans in, and says, "Maybe I look even better because I couldn't stop cumming on my bull's big cock tonight."
You reach out and run your fingers over her hips. The dress feels impossibly soft and your wife kisses your neck and unleashes a gentle moan at your touch, slowly luring you deeper into the state of arousal that's been fomenting between your legs all night long.
"Did you fantasize about me while I was gone?" she asks.
"Yes," you answer. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, Kyra."
"Mmm, I love knowing that you're at home thinking about me, baby. I love that you're obsessing about me while another man's cock is pounding my tight pussy. I love that you're home alone and getting all worked up about your cuckolding while I'm screaming Dustin's name as he makes me cum again, and again, and again," she says.
She's expertly woven her seductive spell, luring you into a state of erotic bliss and bringing your cock to a painfully erect state and she's done so without taking off a single article of clothing.
Your wife caresses your cock for a few moments and then steps back, smiles sweetly, and says, "You're the reason for my pleasure, you know."
"Really?" you ask.
She unzips your pants, frees your cock, and strokes you gently, sending intense waves of pleasure through your body as her smile brightens further. "I understand your confusion," she says. "After all, this cock of yours doesn't satisfy me. Not like Dustin's does. But that's not what I'm talking about. It's your eagerness to be a cuckold that's responsible for my pleasure. You suggested that I sleep with other men. You helped me find Dustin. You made sure I felt beautiful for my first date with him. You made sure I understood just how much it turned you on that I was fucking another man. Now you even make sure to do as much of the housework as possible so I have time to see Dustin a few times a week."
"I love that you cuckold me, Kyra," you say. "And I love that Dustin fucks you so much better than I do."
She gathers the precum from the tip of your cock and sucks it from her finger in a slow, remarkably seductive manner. "I love that he fucks me better, too. I love that his cock is so much bigger than yours. I love that he's such an alpha male. I love that he knows exactly what a woman like me wants and needs and that he's always eager to give it to me. I love that I cum so hard on his cock that sometimes I see stars. But you're responsible for all of that, and that's why I'm going to make this a Christmas to remember for you, my sweet cuckold." She steps past you, looks over her shoulder, smiles, and says, "Follow me."
You watch the soft red satin gently swish from side to side as your wife walks towards the bedroom with you a few steps behind. She sets her purse on the nightstand, bends over, and puts her hands on the bed. Her dress rides up and you see the red lace of her thong between her ass cheeks.
"Dustin took me just like this tonight," she says. "He bent me over the arm of his couch, pulled my panties down to my knees, and slipped his cock inside me from behind. He held it there and asked me what I wanted."
"What...what did you say?" you ask.
"I begged him to give me his big cock," your wife says. "I begged him to pound my pussy. I begged him to fuck me so hard I'd be sore tomorrow morning. I was soaked and I needed him so badly. I needed him to give me what my cuckold husband can't."
Your body trembles from the pleasure of a few well-delivered words and your cock throbs painfully. Your wife stands, turns, and helps you strip out of your clothes, leaving you naked in the bedroom while she remains in the outfit she wore to arouse another man.
She steps behind you and you feel the soft satin of her dress against your back and ass as your wife's hands explore your chest and stomach before she takes your cock in her grasp.
"I'm going to give you gifts all December long," she says. "Gifts that a cuckold would love. Gifts that will help you experience more of the pleasure I know you crave. Would you like the first gift of cuckold Christmas?"
"Yes, please," you say as that sense of Christmas morning excitement deepens with the realization that your wife is going to spend an entire month showering you in beautiful gifts, though you have no idea what those gifts might actually be.
She releases your cock, steps towards the nightstand, and bends over as she opens her purse. You stare at her ass - which looks unspeakably sexy - and she looks over her shoulder and smiles before pulling something from her purse.
When she turns towards you it becomes obvious that your wife is holding a used condom with a massive load in it. "Do you know what this is?" she asks.
"Dustin's condom?" you reply.
Your wife delicately unties the knot that holds the condom closed and says, "That's right. This condom was wrapped around Dustin's big, beautiful cock when he fucked me to my fourth orgasm of the night. This condom moved in and out of my tight, wet, needy pussy as he fucked me to a climax so potent I thought I might actually pass out from the pleasure. This condom was in your wife's pussy, cuckold, but it wasn't wrapped around your cock, was it?"
You shake your head.
"No, it was wrapped around my bull's cock," she continues. "It was wrapped around the cock of the man that actually knows how to satisfy me. It was wrapped around the big, beautiful cock of the man that now fucks me far more often than my husband does. Tell me, cuckold, why does Dustin fuck me more than you do?"
"Because he fucks you better than I do," you answer. "Far better, in fact."
Your wife smiles, steps closer, and slips the condom over the tip of your stiff cock. She smiles as it dangles there and your heart pounds from the sense of wild pleasure rushing through your body.
"Your cock is so hard," your wife says as she slowly slides the condom all the way to the base of your stiff dick. "Does it turn you on to wear my bull's used condom?"
You nod. The used condom is so long - he's quite a bit bigger than you - that the reservoir of cum is still a few inches from the tip of your cock. You're not sure what your wife has planned, but you can't help but hope that she intends on doing the dirty thing you're thinking about.
"Would you like me to give you a handjob, cuckold?" your wife asks. "Would you like me to jerk you off into my bull's used condom? Would you like me to use his hot, sticky, thick cum as lube while I play with your disappointing little cock?"
"I love you, Kyra," you say as your wife taps into a vein of pleasure you'd never explored before. "Yes, please, I want that."
She wraps her fingers around the base of the condom and pulls the latex down until the tip of your cock is bathed in his cum. Your legs tremble from the kinky pleasure of it.
"Do you like your present?" she asks. "Do you like that I brought you a used condom filled with a superior man's cum?"
You nod. You'd speak, but you're so turned on that it feels like a genuine struggle to form a coherent sentence.
Your wife smiles, wraps her fingers around the tip of your cock and strokes you slowly. His cum soon soaks the entirety of your shaft as she gives the most pleasurable handjob you've ever received.
"Does that feel good?" she asks softly. "Does my cuckold like being jerked off into my bull's used condom?"
"Yes," you say. "Kyra...it feels so good."
"The condom doesn't even come close to fitting your dick," she says with a gentle laugh that provides a shocking level of pleasure. "That's why he's the one that makes me cum so hard, though. That's why he's the one that gets to enjoy my pussy whenever he wants it, cuckold. That's why Dustin fucks your wife so much more than you do."
"Kyra, I'm close," you announce as her bull's cum completely bathes your cock inside the condom.
"Cum in Dustin's condom," she says. "Cum in the condom that covered my bull's cock as he fucked me to a mind-bending orgasm. Cum in another man's used condom, cuckold."
You close your eyes as your loins tense up in that beautiful moment right before your climax. Then pleasure rips through your body as you fill the condom with your load. Your wife leans in and kisses your neck as her dress - and her lovely breasts - press into your chest, deepening the sensations of pleasure you feel.
"Was that good?" she asks softly. "Did you enjoy your first gift?"
"It was perfect," you answer. "It was...I'm not sure I've ever cum like that, Kyra."
"That's how I feel every time Dustin fucks me," she replies while pulling the condom off your cock and revealing the cummy mess on your shaft.
"I love you, Kyra," you say.
She kisses you softly. "I love you too, and you have eleven more gifts coming, so I hope you're prepared for a very pleasurable cuckold Christmas."
She hands you the condom and you take it from her and head to the bathroom to toss it in the garbage and clean up the mess on your cock. You're not sure what you've done to deserve a bevy of cuckold-themed gifts this month, but you're about as happy as a cuckold could be in anticipation of a wealth of pleasure coming your way.
