I [F] Made My [M] Husband Jealous at a Christmas Party

This happened last year, but the coming holidays made me think of it all over again. My husband Nick and I had been invited to one of his friend’s Christmas parties. We had been arguing that day–the particulars aren’t important, just that he was pissed with me. We barely spoke on the way there.

I decided I was going to see how angry I could make him. I dressed extra slutty that night–wearing a dress so short I couldn’t bend over without flashing everyone, stiletto heels, a Santa hat. And underneath a lacy lingerie set.

We got to the party and went our separate ways. I talked with friends, flirted with the men there. I could feel him watching me while he stood brooding with his friends.

Then a friend and coworker of his, Jason–someone he had to see every day at work–came up to me. Jason was fit, tan-skinned and dark-haired. He was tall enough to look down into my cleavage, and I stepped closer to give him a closer look. I didn’t normally fuck guys without Nick’s permission, but I knew it would drive him crazy if I did. I could already feel the heat of his anger as he watched Jason and I flirt.

I got on my tiptoes and whispered in Jason’s ear, “I think you forgot something in your car.” He grinned and nodded, and without a word went outside. I waited ten seconds and looked over at Nick, whose eyes were blazing. I squirmed in my dress, loving his intense stare, his tight jaw. It was making me wet, and I smirked at him. He walked off, furious, and I went outside to find Jason’s car.

It wasn’t far from the house, which made things even more exciting. He was sitting in the backseat, and I slipped in, immediately spreading my legs, displaying my soaked panties. He wasted no time, pulling my panties to the side and eating me out. He wasn’t the best, but it was enough to get me off. I clung to the seat and came all over his face. Then he sat back, and I gave him a sloppy blowjob. He came in my mouth, and I licked him clean. Then we went back to the party, giggling like teenagers.

I didn’t see Nick anywhere. I went back to talking to my friends, who all knew exactly what I had just done. They teased me for being such a slut. Apparently Jason was loose-lipped, and some of Nick’s friends came over to tease me too.

Everyone started drifting outside to the fire pit. I was about to follow when a hand grabbed my arm roughly. It was Nick. He dragged me down the hall, almost making me trip, and into the garage. It was cold, but I barely had time to notice as he shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard, unzipping his pants. He wrapped my leg around his hips, and I felt his rock-hard cock slide into my pussy.

We both hissed, and he looked at me as he began to fuck me, still looking livid.

“I can’t believe you fucked my friend,” he growled, yanking back my dress and bra so he could grope my breast. He was fucking me so hard my tits bounced, and I was moaning like a whore.

“Was it good?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Good. You deserved it.”

I was already close, so turned on by my own naughtiness. I could feel him tensing too. I reached down and rubbed my clit furiously, feeling the pleasure building until I cried out, coming on his dick. Neither of us cared who heard.

He then grabbed my hair, pulling on it. “I’m going to come in that slutty cunt,” he said, and then he rammed into me, groaning and filling me.

We took a minute to catch our breath. Then he was kissing my neck soothingly.

“Still mad?” I asked, and nodded.

“You’re getting tied up later for being such a whore,” he growled.

Needless to say, we left early, and I got to get my just desserts at home on our bed.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k5znoo/i_f_made_my_m_husband_jealous_at_a_christmas_party