Becca Bellamy
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The Christmas Eve Blowjob - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-12-16 07:28:42 +0000 UTC“What do you want for Christmas this year?” you asked your wife a few weeks ago.
At the time, she didn’t have an answer, and you struggled to come up with the perfect gift. It seemed that she had everything she wanted, especially since her sex life had improved so dramatically once she took you up on your suggestion to find a bull that could help make up for your considerable shortcomings as a lover.
You considered telling your wife that she could spend Christmas Eve with her bull if she wanted, but you worried she might find that a terrible idea and you didn’t want to make it seem like you were trying to get rid of her on one of her favorite days of the year. You considered getting her lingerie to wear for her bull, but you’d done that so many times in the five months they’ve been together that it wouldn’t be the slightest bit special. Thankfully, your wife had an answer.
“I’ve decided what I want for Christmas this year,” she said just ten days before the holiday.
“Thank god,” you replied. “I have to say, I was really struggling with ideas.”
She smiled and reached up to caress your face. “That’s okay. The truth is, you’ve done so much for me this year that I would have been happy no matter what you’d done. There is something special I’d like, though.”
“Of course,” you replied. “Anything.”
“I’d like Eric to come to our house for Christmas Eve,” your wife said. “Later in the evening, after dinner. I’d like him to join us for dessert and a drink. It would make me so happy if you made something, in fact. You’re such a talented baker and we can all enjoy it together.”
Your mind immediately ran through a number of dessert choices you could make for your wife and her bull. “I’d love to do that,” you said.
“Yeah? You’d bake for Eric and me?” she asked.
You nodded and your wife’s soft, pillowy lips found yours for a long, lingering kiss that brought your cock to life with ease.
“That makes me so happy,” she said. “That’s only part of what I want, though.”
She stared into your eyes for a few moments and then kissed you again. This time her lips parted and she offered her tongue. You took it into your mouth and she moaned as her fingers moved between your legs and played with your cock through the thin material of your slacks. You weren’t sure why the idea of you baking for your wife and her bull had her so turned on, but you didn’t mind it one bit.
“Wow,” you said. “That was…that was incredible.”
Your wife smiled and kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I guess I’m buttering you up a little bit.”
“Why? What is it you want?” you asked.
“I’ve been thinking about it – about what I want –for a while now,” she said as her fingers continued to move up and down your shaft. “And every time I think about it, it turns me on. I’ve even masturbated to the idea a few times. I don’t know why it turns me on so much, but it does, and I just figured that I’d ask you and see if you were willing to do it for me.”
“Do what?” you asked.
“I…I want to see you…” she stopped as her nerves seemed to get the better of her.
“See me what?” you asked.
She unzipped your pants and her fingers slipped inside and found your stiff cock. She freed it and stroked you slowly as a lusty smile crossed her face. “I want to see you suck Eric’s cock.”
Her request left you speechless. You couldn’t muster a single word. You’d never done anything more than watch your wife and her bull while masturbating and now she wanted you to make the leap to full bisexual play. You could barely wrap your head around the idea.
“I know it sounds crazy,” she said. “I know it does. I know it. But, baby, I can’t stop thinking about it, and I talked to Eric and he doesn’t mind. He said he actually likes it when a wife wants her cuckold to suck his cock. He says it turns him on that a married woman would want to see her husband suck dick, and it turns me on too.”
“But…but…” you said.
Your wife released your cock and took your hand in hers. She spread her legs and pulled your fingers between them until you felt her panties. “Can you feel that?” she asked. “Can you feel hot wet I am?”
You nodded. You could feel the wetness soaking through her panties.
“That’s how wet I get when I think about you sucking dick for me, baby,” she said. “I know it’s crazy. It’s utterly crazy, but I get completely soaked every single time I think about seeing those soft, pretty lips of yours wrapped around Eric’s big dick. I think about sitting next to him right here on the couch and watching your head bob up and down in his lap while you suck his dick because you want to make me happy. I don’t know why, but the idea of my husband being so eager to please me that he’d give a blowjob is intoxicatingly sexy.”
You gently pulled your wife’s panties aside and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was unquestionably soaked and you moved into her with ease, eliciting a beautiful smile and a long, low moan.
“You’re still hard,” your wife said.
You looked down to see that your cock remained exceptionally stiff. You didn’t know if it meant anything other than she’d done a good job of turning you on, but you could see her point. If you were truly horrified, you would have gone soft. You probably would have walked away or at least argued with her. Instead, you were fingering her pussy and wondering if your night was going to end in an orgasm.
Your wife reached down and pulled your fingers from her pussy. She lifted them to her lips and took them in her mouth before sucking with exceptional skill. You looked down to see her fingers quickly disappear into her pussy. You heard the sounds of wetness as she penetrated her tight hole over and over.
Your fingers fell from her mouth and she pulled hers from her pussy and lifted them to your lips. “Open,” she said softly. “For me.”
You opened your mouth and your wife pushed two slippery fingers inside. You closed your lips around them and she smiled and said, “Suck.”
You surrendered to her lust and sucked softly and sensually. She moved her fingers in and out of your mouth. Her other hand found your cock and you moaned at the surprising intensity of the pleasure her slow strokes provided.
“Even watching you suck on my fingers turns me on,” your wife said softly. “I can’t imagine how wet I’ll be when I watch you suck dick for me.”
The moan you emitted was from a mixture of panic and lust. You were turned on, but you weren’t sure why, and the idea of sucking dick – even for your wife’s pleasure – sounded terrifying.
“You’ll do it for me, won’t you?” she asked. “You’ll suck dick for me on Christmas Eve, won’t you? You’ll make a beautiful dessert, you’ll serve it to us along with a lovely drink, and when we’re done you’ll get on your knees and suck dick like a good cuckold, won’t you?”
She stroked you faster and all you could do was moan with her fingers still moving in and out of your mouth. You were so turned on you could barely think straight.
“Say it for me,” your wife said as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. “Please, tell me you’ll suck Eric’s cock for me. Tell me you’ll give him a blowjob on Christmas Eve.”
“I…I’ll…” you came close, but you couldn’t quite get there.
“You can fuck me if you’ll do it,” your wife said. “If you agree you can fuck me right now.”
“I’ll do it,” you said without thinking.
Your wife pulled her skirt up, spread her legs, and laid back on the couch. You stood and stripped out of your pants before moving between her legs and plunging inside her.
“Fuck me, baby,” she said. “Fuck me while I think about you sucking dick for me.”
You fucked your wife and you knew she thought about you sucking dick for her. You came inside her in just a handful of pumps. She didn’t even approach her orgasm.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
“Don’t be,” she replied. “I didn’t cum, but it’s still nice to have you inside me from time to time.”
“Can I make you cum?” you asked.
She nodded. “Use your fingers. And tell me that you’re going to suck dick for me, baby. Tell me that you’re going to get on your knees and suck Eric’s dick like a good cuckold.”
You pulled out of your wife’s pussy and sat on the couch in front of her. You reached up and used your fingers to stimulate her clit and then you uttered the words she wanted to hear. “I’m going to suck dick for you. I will. I’ll make a beautiful dessert, I’ll serve you and Eric, and when you’re done I’ll get on my knees and I’ll suck dick for you, baby. I will. I’ll suck dick for you like a good cuckold.”
Your wife came almost as quickly as you had, and you couldn’t help but take note of the fact that it wasn’t your cock that made her cum, but your willingness to suck dick for her.
Now you had to grapple with the fact that you’d agreed to do that very thing. You certainly couldn’t go back on it, after all. You’d have to suck dick for your wife now.
