As I arrived at the table, I heard a chubby brunette say, “And number one would be Matt Damon.”
“Number one in what?” I asked, interrupting their girl talk.
All the girls broke out laughing. My wife stood up, walked over to me and kissed me hard. When she broke the kiss, she turned to her friends and announced, “He is my number one.”
“Bull shit, that is not allowed,” cried out a very tipsy Jenna, Alexis’s best friend, and a raving beauty. “You have to announce yours in front of your husband for cheating, Alexis.”
Alexis smiled, “Ok.”
“Announce what?” I asked.
“My favourite five,” she revealed.
“Favourite five what?” I asked, still not catching on.
“The five celebrities she is allowed to fuck if she ever meets them and it doesn’t count as cheating,” Jenna explained.
“Oh,” I replied, before adding, “wait, do I get a list?”
“Of course,” Alexis smiled, “although they are the five celebrities you would like to see me sleep with.”
A blonde I didn’t know said, “Oh, Alexis you are soooo bad.”
Alexis smiled, “I am not, I am just drawn that way,” quoting my favourite 80s movie, Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Alexis pointed to a spot for me to sit at the round table and then slid beside me.
Jenna, already showing impatience, demanded, “Stop stalling, Alexis, your top five.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Alexis responded, “Let’s see, number five would still be Brad Pitt. I know he used to be my number one, but he gets older while my list stays the same age.”
The girls laughed.
“Number four would be Hugh Jackman,” my wife revealed, her hand landing on my leg.
“Why?” Jenna asked.
She shrugged, her hand under the table slithering up my leg slowly, “I love his British accent.”
“Fair enough,” Jenna agreed.
“Number three and two both played James Bond. Although tough to choose one over the other, I guess Pierce Bronson is number three and Daniel Craig is number two, but they could be interchangeable,” she winked, her hand now firmly on my cock.
As she struggled with one hand to pull down my zipper and release my cock, she revealed her number one, “And without a doubt, and if there was it ended when I saw Crazy Stupid Love, the completely edible Ryan Gosling.”
“Great choices,” the unknown blonde concurred.
“Of course,” Alexis smiled, pulling my cock out from its restrictive prison.
I let out a quiet moan, but no one seemed to notice. My wife began slowly giving me a hand job under the table as the conversation continued.
Jenna asked, “All right Jeremy, since you crashed this girl’s night, you must play the game too.”
“I didn’t crash the party, Alexis told me to meet her here,” I said, defensively.
Jenna, giving my wife a look, said, “She did, did she?”
Alexis, suddenly defensive and almost fearful of upsetting Jenna, stammered, “I-I-I am sorry, he is just going away next week and well… I miss him.”
Jenna gave one last dagger’s look and returned her gaze to me, her crystal blue eyes piercing into mine. “So your fav five. Or as Alexis already pointed out, the five you would like to see her dyke out with.”
I countered, “I am not sure they would be the same.”
“Reeeeally?” Jenna asked, clearly the leader of this group.
“I don’t know, I would have to think about it,” I responded.
Jenna played with her long blonde hair, the way she twirled with it and her tone implying a flirtation if it wasn’t for the fact that my wife was right beside me, my cock gripped firmly in her hand. “So, either leave, or give us a famous five.”
I looked at Alexis and she gave a subtle nod.
Jenna laughed, “Oh Jeremy are you ever whipped, asking permission to answer a question. Wow, Alexis I am impressed.”
I spoke confidently, “I am not whipped, I just love to look at my lovely wife.”
“You two make me sick,” Jenna sighed.
“All right, my favourite five,” I began getting back to the conversation.
Jenna interrupted, “That you want to see your beautiful wife play with.”
“Sure,” I agreed, “Ok, since my wife seems to like British men, I am assuming she would like British women too. So at number five is Kate Beckinsale, based on the fact that her favourite chick flick is Serendipity and she is damn hot.”
My wife shrugged, “What can I say? I am a sucker for a romantic comedy.”
Her hand began moving faster as I continued, “Sticking with the British theme, number four is Keira Knightley and number three, I am pretty sure she is legal now, would be Emma Watson. She is all grown up now.”
“Oh, you nasty boy,” Jenna teased, using a faux British accent that had my cock twitch. My wife gave a sudden squeeze, knowing exactly why I twitched.
Trying to distract her, I continued, “At number two is the quirky, the hot, the often pantyhose wearing Zooey Deschanel.”
“Oh, is that your fetish?” Jenna flirted.
I stammered, realizing I revealed too much, “Um-I-well I suppose so.”
Alexis added, trying to one-up the tipsy, flirting Jenna, “Yes, he loves fucking me in stockings.”
The chubby girl gasped, “Alexis!”
Alexis smiled back, “What? I do what I need to do to please my man, don’t I, baby?”
I purred back, “Indeed you do, my pet.”
Jenna joked, “You two really do make me sick. Let’s get back to our little game. So Jeremy, who would be number one on this list of your wife dyking out with celebrities?”
“Sticking with the Crazy Stupid Love theme, I will go with the beautiful redheaded Emma Stone.”
“Hmmm,” Alexis faked a moaned, “good choice baby, I would devour her whole.”
Her hand was now moving at a steady rate on my cock and her naughty innuendo was getting me close. Jenna asked, “Would your fav five be any different?”
“I don’t think so,” I reflected, “all five are very fuckable.”
“Indeed they are,” Jenna laughed. “Well ladies next stop is Malibu’s and,” she added, looking at me, “no boys allowed.”
Feeling my balls bubbling, I stiffened my legs and got ready to come from my wife’s hand, while four of her friends sat around the same table, oblivious. I shrugged, “No biggie, I have things I need to do.”
Jenna smiled, “Good, because we are getting your wife shitfaced tonight.”
“Go ahead,” I said, barely holding in a moan, as I began to shoot my cum underneath the table. Alexis kept pumping my cock until my public, yet secret, orgasm subsided. Once done, she let go off my cock and subtly, put her hand to her mouth and retrieved the cum that had landed on her hand. It was so fucking hot, I wanted to fuck her right here, right then. I also knew right then, right there that no matter how great my famous five were, my real number one was right beside me.
The conversation continued for a few minutes and after awkwardly getting my cock back in my pants, I texted a buddy and made plans to meet at the pub. Making sure to make it clear I was the man in our relationship, I pulled her in for a passionate kiss in front of her friends before saying, “Have fun tonight sexy, I am going to meet Pete and have a few drinks.”
She leaned in and whispered, “Sorry about tonight, I had a naughty plan for you, but it will have to wait.”
I gave her a wink that implied it was fine and said my goodbyes. I headed out and ended up not getting home until 2:30 and was shocked to see she still wasn’t home. I crashed on the bed, still fully dressed, and instantly hit full slumber.
4. THE FOURTH DAY OF SEXMAS… Saturday December 17th.
When I finally opened my eyes, a hangover clearly at work, I rolled over and saw my lovely bride still asleep. I quietly got out of bed and made her and me my hangover cure: a fruit smoothie and oatmeal… the real kind, none of that microwavable crap. I also made some coffee just in case. Once it was made, I put it on a tray and went upstairs.
Alexis was awake, but not moving. I said, “Good afternoon, sleepyhead.”
She turned to the clock, “Is it really afternoon already?”
“Yep,” I replied, reaching the bed. “Sit up! I got the cure for your hangover blues.”
“I can’t believe how late we went,” she mumbled, still not fully awake.
I put the tray on her lap and asked, “What time did you get home?”
“It was after four,” she answered through a yawn.
“Wow, that is like 5 hours past your bedtime,” I joked, although it was the truth. Alexis is not a night owl, but more of a get up and go type of woman… the opposite of me.
“So true,” she sighed, before taking a long sip of the shake. “Thank you, I so needed this.”
“No problem, I can’t even count the times you have helped me recover from my own self-inflicted death sentence.”
“Seventy-three,” she quipped.
“Hardy-har-har,” I replied. “So I was thinking we could hit a movie this evening, what do you think?”
“No decisions until I eat and make sure I am not already dead and am just in some cruel limbo place between earth and heaven,” she moaned.
We ate in silence and once done, slowly re-joined civilization. Showered up, Alexis was more herself. She said, “Well, I don’t feel perfect, but I am good enough to continue with my plan.”
“Plan?” I asked.
“Of course, today is day four of the 12 days of Sexmas,” she winked.
“How could I forget,” I mocked.
“Indeed, how could you,” she retorted, her wit as quick as mine.
“So what is on the agenda today? An orgy with your teacher friends?”
“Hmm, you would like that, wouldn’t you,” she teased, grabbing her purse.
“Well, not with all of them, but a couple I could handle,” I responded, acting like the stud I wasn’t.
“Let me guess, Jenna would be one?” she hypothesized correctly.
“Well, if she begged, it would be hard to turn her down,” I joked.
“That I agree with,” she replied, throwing me for a loop with implied lesbian innuendo before instructing, “Let’s go, stud boy.”
“Where?” I asked, not really in the mood to be gallivanting.
“That is for me to know and you to find out,” she answered, flicking me on the nose.