As a recent empty nester, I started going to the gym regularly this year, and my fitness and self-confidence are at all-time highs. I also met a new group of friends at the gym—they are more physically attractive, open-minded, and adventurous than my previous social circle. They are the alphas. They hold an annual holiday party called Santa's Kinky Wonderland, rumored to be the wildest, sexiest event of the year. This year, my husband Dan and I were invited. We have no idea what we are getting into, but we are curious to see the mystery firsthand.
We find many attractive people in revealing holiday attire when we arrive. I must admit, my jaw dropped when I saw what the male guests were packing. It gave me tingling I hadn't felt in a long time. The party hostess, Christmas Carol, welcomes everyone and announces that it's time for the festivities to begin. She requests that first-timers line up so she can update her list of who is naughty or nice.
As Carol makes her way down the row, inspecting the gentlemen's genitalia for quality control, she seems primarily pleased with what she observes. She comments, "Very nice, you're hung like a yule log." However, when she gets to my husband Dan, she laughs, shakes her head, and mocks, "Well, it looks like I've found my new Tiny Tim!"
She hands Dan a piece of coal with "Cuck" written on it. By the end of the line, only Dan and one other husband are left holding pieces of Cuck-coal. Carol says to me & and the other cuck-coal wife, "I don't mean to be a grinch, but your husbands are elf-sized and don't meet our standards. I imagine there must be many silent nights in your bedrooms. The good news is that whoever's hubby wins the reindeer games will receive a special gift. You will be invited to spend 12 days of Xmas in my workshop full of boy toys, sampling their north poles (sizes ranging from large to XXL) to your heart's content. I expect my boys will cure your holiday blues and have you cumming 'round the mountain like you've never cum before. Make sure your hubbies are on their best behavior, and I'm certain you'll be granted everything on your sexual wishlist." I was a virgin when I met Dan, so I've never been with anyone else. As I processed Carol's words, it stirred memories of many unfulfilled nights of Xmas past & a realization of what I always suspected—as hard as Dan may try, he'll always be a disappointment in the sex department. The prospect of having a lover with the right equipment to thaw my frosty love life left me dripping like an icicle on the 4th of July. My face lit up like the Rockefeller tree as visions of extramarital encounters danced through my head. Carol instructs us to dress our hubbies in outfits that are hung by the chimney with care: a tan crotchless body stocking, antlers/ cuckold horns atop his head; Rudolph red lipstick, and for the final touch, a deer tail butt plug. Two hot guys make an entrance wearing Santa hats and furry red robes, waving to the partygoers who clap & cheer. Each Santa finds its way to a velvet throne and drops its robes to reveal its Amazon Prime-sized tools wrapped in red bows. Carol announces, "The first reindeer game is the candy cane sucks! Let's find out which hubby is hungry for a serving of Santa sperm nog! Ladies, your men may have never smoked the pole before, but oral abilities will be essential to their new role in the cuck choir. You can coach them, but no touching. Whichever hubby brings some orgasmic bliss to Santa's peppermint stick first is the winner!" I push Dan to his knees in front of Santa's lap. He had been in a state of silent shock, but he snapped out of it and said to me nervously… almost sheepishly: "Shannon, I want you to be happy. And I must admit the thought of you with an alpha stud is a big turn-on. But honey… I'm not sure if I can do this… Are you certain this is really what you want?" I give my sweet husband a reassuring hug and tell him in a kind but firm voice, "Oh, Dan. I understand this might be a bit confusing & and difficult for you from a physical and emotional perspective. But sometimes, the greatest gifts aren't material things wrapped in paper but instead are acts of kindness and sacrifice that bring happiness to our loved ones. All I want for Xmas is for you to become my adoring cuckold, and in return, I will be your loving hotwife. Give me the gift of sexual satisfaction with another man—because lord knows you're inadequate to please me yourself—and I promise always to be honest and include you as much as possible. It will bring us closer than ever. Now… you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why. Santa Claus is cumming to town. And if you agree to be my good little lucky… he's going to cum in your mouth!" Dan gives me a nod, and by the look in his eyes, I can tell he is ready to accept the magic of a cuckold marriage. He turns his attention to Santa's lap & the reindeer games begin! Dan tugs on the red boner bow, releasing his new toy— Santa's hot rod. He begins to play with it with a sense of wonder and excitement, discovering what pleasure buttons to push with his hands, lips & and tongue. Stroking, kissing, sucking. I give him tips such as "pay attention to his jingle balls. And get it slobbery wet, guys like that." Dan lifts his head from Santa's fabulous phallus, with a glistening string of saliva connecting the two long enough to say. "I must admit it is a lovely St. Nick dick" Dan takes a deep breath, lowers his head back down, and enthusiastically engulfs Santa's shaft from tip to base, murmuring something about how he deserves to be on the good cocksucker's list. It's hard to fully understand Dan's words with his mouth oh so full of Kris Kringle's cock. One thing is clear. Rather than tiring of this toy after a minute, Dan's heart for fellatio grew three sizes that day. I am at the same time surprised & amused: "Wow, Dan, it looks like you have gotten into the cocksucking spirit! You've discovered it IS better to give head than to receive! With "Please Cum Home for Christmas" blaring on the radio, Dan gets into a steady bobbing rhythm. Santa grabs him by the horns, pulls him down deep, and tenses up. Santa lets out a groan, and his pleasure pole pulses, shooting its gooey gift into Dan's mouth. Dan savors the immaculate ejaculate. We exchange a snowball kiss. I find that Santa's splooge is delish! Do I detect a hint of cinnamon spice? The final game is a cuckold sleigh race. Whichever reindeer can provide Santa a pleasure ride and empty his sack will be declared the winner. New Santas roll in on the North Pole Express & the reindeer sit on their laps to get acquainted. Dan's very large, soon-to-be mate holds mistletoe over his head and pulls Dan in for a kiss. As their tongues entwine, Dan grinds his pantyhose bottom against Santa, which has the unexpected effect of bringing my cuck's little toy soldier to full attention. I find it adorable that my hubby feels holly jolly in his new role & I take a picture of him on Santa's lap to capture the moment—and possibly to adorn our holiday card! I put Dan on all fours, remove the tail plug, and rub his bottom with peppermint-scented lotion as I give a pep talk. "Now that I've been visited by the ghost of orgasms yet to cum, I realize I need to change my ways. I'm dreaming of a hotwife Xmas and making a New Year resolution for you and me to both learn the pleasure of getting Scrooged through the night. Soon, Santa will begin his journey worldwide and slide down your chimney. This lube is a great stocking stuffer; you'll need it in bulk after you win this for me… and you WILL WIN this for me… you're going to be my stud's booty call all year round! But for tonight, if you believe in the magic of Santa's cock, he will deliver the goods to your back door." Carol rings a bell & Santa mounts his ride. Dan has a look of shock & discomfort as St. Nick's dick makes its way down Santa Claus Lane. The stud slaps Dan's rear, urging him to meet his thrusts. But Santa is very hung & Dan's ass is stingy. All the other partygoers begin to laugh & call him names. They know if he loses, I will never let poor hubby join in any marital games. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Dan's ass suddenly glows red with determination. It's time for a holiday miracle. Dan flips over on his back, spreads his legs into the frosty air......
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