We had just finished a light breakfast on Christmas morning and were sitting on our couch in our Christmas robes, checking our phones absentmindedly, when my wife Erin told me she had one more surprise for me for Christmas. She reached into our coffee table drawer and pulled out some restraints and a golden bell with a wooden handle and a red ribbon tied around it. She held them up, and asked, “Do you want it?” Wide-eyed and hungry, I assured her that I definitely do.
She set the bell down on our coffee table and tied my wrists to the corners of our couch back so my arms were spread wide and then tied my ankles to the bottom of our couch so I was sitting in the middle of our couch and couldn’t move. Next she opened up my robe, exposing me in just my boxers, which were already starting to tent a little. She stood up, walked around to the opposite side of our coffee table, and pulled off her robe one shoulder at a time, finally holding it outstretched to the side and tossing it over our stair railing.
She was wearing new lingerie that I had never seen before. Fluffy white trim accented the few pieces of soft, Christmassy-royal-red fabric connected by intricate webs of red lace and silk straps. Far from kitchy or gaudy, it was classy and VERY sexy. She must have been wearing it underneath her robe all morning.
She crawled back over our coffee table towards me, avoiding the bell, grabbed hold of my boxers by the legs and pulled them down to my ankles, revealing my still hardening penis. Without touching me, she brought her lips within centimeters of my penis and blew on it seductively. She stuck out her tongue as if to lick, and moved it all around my crotch, chest, and neck, keeping the slimmest gap of air between us. Her hands hovered over me in different places, feigning touch but never making contact. She was driving me wild. Finally, her lips near my ear, she whispered, “Merry Christmas,” and sat back on her heels on our coffee table. She wrapped her fingers around the bell handle, lifted it up, rang it loudly a couple times, and set it down on the floor by my feet.
She locked eyes with me. I wasn’t sure what was happening; our house was silent, the sound of the bell echoed in my ears, and then our front door opened. A few snowflakes flew in with the fresh air, and in stepped a man I had never seen before. He scuffed his boots off on our entry mat and shook some snow off of his thick coat and hair, then proceeded to remove his boots, scarf, jacket, and without pausing also removed his shirt, unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, and moments after the bell had rung, a man was standing just behind my wife wearing only boxers. He was tan, blond, younger than me, and much more fit. To be honest, he looked like kind of a chad. But I couldn’t deny that he was conventionally attractive, if not a bit douchey. Erin broke the silence.
“This is… well, actually I like it better if you don’t know his name. This man is going to fuck me, right now, on this coffee table. Do you accept?”
I thought for a moment. We’ve played with others before, but only with all of us participating and clearly communicating what we were getting into beforehand.
“Have you vetted him? STD test and everything?” I knew what the answer would be, but needed to hear it out loud for my peace of mind.
“Yes.”
“We all understand that if anyone gets uncomfortable, you can say, ‘stop,’ and *everyone* stops. Right?”
“Yes,” she said. The chad nodded silently.
“And I want to join in at the end. I’m excited to watch, but I think I’d be sad if I was left out entirely.”
“I don’t think I want that for you,” Erin said with some hesitation.
I was surprised. It was unusual for either of us to directly contradict a ground rule the other wanted to lay down in these encounters. I think she saw the puzzled look on my face, because she continued after a moment.
“I have something else in mind for you,” and after another short pause, “Trust me.”
We locked eyes and I took a moment to think what this meant. We’d been exploring these boundaries for a little over a year now, and while we’d had a lot of fun, it was still a lot of new territory. How could I consent if I didn’t know what I was consenting to? And yet, Erin was my everything. She knew me better than myself, and if there was anyone I could trust to know my boundaries and push them in just the right ways to have fun but not get hurt, it was Erin.
“Okay.”
She smiled, winked at me, and turned around to face the chad. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, but she was directly in front of him so I could only see the outline of his hips behind her head. She leaned forward, used both hands to handle him, and her head started bobbing back and forth. I couldn’t see the action, but knew he must be large and that she was sucking him off good, as he put one hand on the back of her head. She raised her butt in the air and waggled it at me, and I noticed three things for the first time: First, her red Christmas panties were crotchless, giving me a full view of her ass and pussy. Second, her already-wet pussy was waxed, which is something she knew I liked but had never done for us. Finally—although it was the most obvious, it took longest to really process—she was wearing a deep green glass anal plug. I had been into anal play for a while now and had been encouraging her to try it, but she had been resistant and never used a plug or any other anal toys. Not with me. Not until now, with this chad.
I was incredibly jealous. This chad I didn’t even know was getting sucked off by my hot wife right in front of me. He got to be the first to play with her waxed and in this new lingerie, got to be a part of her first anal experience, was apparently pretty well endowed, and I didn’t even get a good view. I was upset that I agreed not to get to join in, and wondered what else she could possibly have in mind for me that could make up for this. I was jealous, and it was so fucking hot. My cock had gone a little flaccid during the conversation earlier, but was quickly growing again and was soon fully erect.
She stopped blowing the chad after a bit and repositioned, revealing my suspicions about his girth to be true. He was very well hung. I’m above average myself, but this man definitely had me beat. She laid on her back on our coffee table, reached into the drawer, and produced our bottle of lube. She handed our bottle to the chad, he kneeled in front of her, rubbed a copious amount onto his shaft, and entered her. She let out a loud groan as he did, using her hands to brace herself on our coffee table. He began fucking her hard and her whole body jostled around on our coffee table as she tried to hold on. My cock twitched as she bit her lip. Watching her fucking with our lube, on our furniture, in our home just made my jealousy rage into eroticism. At one point she had him pause for a moment, reached into the coffee table drawer, and pulled out our couple’s vibrator. She inserted it into her vagina up against his cock with the external portion resting on her clit, and pushed a couple buttons to immediately go to its maximum vibration. She was using our toy with a stranger, and I just sat naked and watched, tied up and horny as shit. Worst of all—best of all—she hadn’t looked at me once since she winked and turned around. To her, I wasn’t even there. Fucking incredible.
With our vibrator she began to squirm more, and as she squirmed more she began to groan more, and as she groaned more she began to squeal. With every thrust, her voice cried out louder and higher, and soon her muscles started pulsing uncontrollably and she lost her grip on our coffee table. His thrusts shoved her around even more as she writhed and finally screamed out her climax louder than I had ever heard before. Her orgasm finished and her muscled untensed. The chad pulled out of her and stood to his feet, still fully erect. She lay motionless on our coffee table aside from her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths. I could hear our vibrator still inside her, rhythmically pulsing at full blast. The chad stood above her, stroking his cock.
“Fuck,” she sighed. She opened one eye and saw the chad standing over her. Barely needing to move, she subtly repositioned herself, inviting him to cum on her. He didn’t need more invitation than that, and began stroking himself faster. Soon white jets of cum shot out of his cock, landing all over her body. Strings attached themselves to her hair and forehead, across one eyelid, a few drips landed on her lips and neck, and more still staining the soft red fabric and white trim of her new lingerie, trailing down her abdomen to her pierced bellybutton.
She rarely allowed me to do this.
She licked his cum off her lips, then rubbed a finger through some of his cum and tasted it. She motioned for the chad to come around and lean over her, and she wrapped her arms around him and they began making out. As I saw their tongues working in each others’ mouths, I considered asking them to stop since kissing was something we hadn’t done with other partners before. But before I did so, Erin reached out a hand and grabbed the bell and, still making out with the chad, rang it loudly in the air.
Before she had even set the bell back down, our front door opened yet again and in walked a tall, attractive black woman wearing a long white winter jacket and white, thigh-high winter boots. She shut the door behind her and stripped off her coat to reveal that she was completely naked beneath. Without pause, she strode over to our couch, straddled my lap facing me, cupped my face in her hands, and began making out with me.
Our tongues intertwined, kissing intensely while Erin continued to make out with the chad. Erin and the chad had rolled off our coffee table and she was now laying directly on top of him while they made out. And after just a moment, this new beautiful stranger lifted herself up and sat directly onto my cock.
I slid into her and she began riding me like I had never been ridden before while we continued to make out. It was fucking amazing. She reached out and untied my wrists, and I started playing with her breasts. Then she bent over and untied my ankles as well. I rotated sideways and fell back onto our couch, kicking my legs up and she rode me cowgirl. I looked over and saw Erin also riding the chad, but quickly I felt pain. This stranger had slapped my face, and as I turned to look at her in shock, she scolded me.
“Don’t look at her. Look at me.”
She stopped riding, lifting herself up, and walked herself up to straddle my head. Then she sat back down on my face.
“Eat,” she instructed.
I obeyed. She didn’t make much noise, but I could hear Erin elsewhere in the room, moaning. After a few minutes I felt this stranger’s legs clench and quiver, and she lifted off of me. She crouched in front of me and we fucked doggy style for a while until I was ready to come. (It was around this time that I heard Erin come for the second time.) This stranger pushed me back into a reclined position, sat between my legs, and began to suck me off. (I could hear the chad getting dressed again and leaving.) Right before I came, this stranger used her hands to finish me off and I came all over my own chest. Then she stood up and walked out of view. I was too exhausted to look, but I heard Erin and this stranger exchange a passionate kiss and a few whispered words.
The stranger: “You want me to fuck you too? Sit on your face, you sit on mine?”
Erin: “Oh, no thanks. I’m exhausted, I don’t think I have another round in me. That does sound great, though. Next time?”
The stranger: “Oh there better be a next time!”
They both chuckled a little at that. I heard them kiss one more time, the rustling of a jacket being put on, our front door open and close, and then silence.
After a really long wait, I finally opened my eyes and looked around. I didn’t see Erin anywhere. I sat up and walked around to where I saw Erin lying on the floor on the other side of the coffee table, covered in cum. I remembered that I was also covered in my own. Erin opened her eyes to see me standing over her. She smiled weakly.
“Merry Christmas.”
A drop of cum fell from my chin and landed on her already coated lingerie.
I’m so glad I trust this woman.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ri5fcq/a_christmas_present_from_my_wife_fmfm_cuckold