I couldn’t believe it. She had made me a back-up pussy. A travelling Alexis. It was too good to be true. I did as she told me. Flipping through the porn options I found one called Submissive Sluts and ordered the 12. 99 fuck film. As the film started, a hot babysitter was caught masturbating by the father of the child she was suppose to be babysitting and soon was made into a fuck-toy for the man. Lubricating my cock generously, I grabbed the pocket Alexis and slowly penetrated it. The feeling was surprisingly tight and incredibly real. I slowly moved by hand up and down, masturbating myself with Alexis’s pussy. I watched the scene on TV as the babysitter was now being face-fucked, her pigtails being used as handlebars. Not wanting to cum to quick, I stopped and just allowed the odd feeling of the plastic pussy to warm me. The babysitter was soon riding the man’s cock and I returned to slow strokes. The pussy was so tight, that I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. I kept up the slow pace until the guy shoved the slutty babysitter onto the floor and without any lube buried his cock in her ass. She screamed in pain and I began to furiously stroke my cock. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Alexis riding me and exploded my cum into the fake pussy. It was then I noticed there was a small opening for the cum to exit and my cum was leaking out the top and onto the bed. Figuring fuck it, I continued pumping my cock until the last of my cum had slid out. When I opened my eyes, the babysitter was riding the cock in her ass, her moans implying she was no longer in pain. I shut the movie off, pulled the fake cunt off me and cleaned myself and the toy up. I travelled a lot and it was clear, like my Mastercard, I would not be leaving home without it.
9. THE NINTH DAY OF SEXMAS… Thursday December 22th.
I arrived home around eight in the evening and once in the house I saw flower pedals on the floor. Now usually that is what a man does, but it was clear I was to follow them. I dropped my travel bag on the floor and followed the pedals that led, as expected, to our bedroom. As I approached the bedroom, I noticed it was dark except for the flicker of candles. I reached my door and was stunned to see my wife, on the bed, her legs in white stockings spread wide, a few strawberries were on the bed leading to her pussy which was covered in whipped cream.
She smiled, “I hope you are hungry.”
“Famished,” I replied, reaching the bed and popping the first strawberry in my mouth. Between strawberries, I kissed her stocking-clad legs, my red lips leaving subtle marks on her white stockings.
She moaned, “I haven’t come since the last time your cock was in me.”
“Well, we better change that,” I replied, popping another strawberry in my mouth.
I continued the slow kisses, deciding that tonight I was going to make love to her, not fuck her. The difference was subtle, but noticeable. I got to her thighs, where the stockings ended and her white flesh began, and popped the last strawberry in my mouth. She moaned loudly with anticipation when my lips touched her inner thigh.
She said, “There are three more.”
Confused, I asked, “Three more what?”
“Strawberries,” she smiled devilishly.
I looked around and saw none, although I thought maybe there might be one in her whipped cream. Upon closer look, I saw none and said, “No there aren’t.”
She smiled, “Keep looking stud.”
The light bulb suddenly went on. My little minx of a wife had put strawberries inside her cunt. “Ohhhh,” I responded, letting her know I finally had caught on.
I reached her whipped cream covered pussy and began to clean her. The whipped cream, mixed with her wetness, was a savoury delight. Once I had licked her pussy area clean, I looked at her beautiful shaved pussy. She teased, “I hope you have room for more.”
“Oh, I think I can find room.”
I slid a finger inside her and pulled out a strawberry. It was covered by her shine. I made sure we were making eye contact when I popped it in my mouth. “Hmmm,” I said, “that is the best strawberry dip ever,” and it was. I repeated the naughty strawberry retrieval a second time. When only one strawberry was left, I slowly pulled it out, which was a little tougher as it was deep inside her, and then instead of eating it, I brought it to my wife’s red lips.
She opened her mouth and ate the juice-covered strawberry. My erect cock accidentally hit her pussy and she twitched. Taking the moment as a sign, I slid my cock inside her and as our lips met, we made love. Our lips never parted while I slowly made love to my wife for an eternity. Twenty minutes turned into thirty, which turned into forty, before either of us were close to achieving orgasmic bliss. I finally broke the kiss, “I want us to come together baby.”
“Hmmm, me too,” she replied, and we both focused on making it happen. I began to fuck her faster, and her hand went to her clit. She rubbed herself furiously attempting to speed up her orgasm.
Feeling my balls beginning to boil and hearing her moaning getting closer to her orgasm, I asked, “You close, baby?”
“Yes, baby, just a few a few more hard thrusts,” she moaned loudly. I obliged and after five deep thrusts our mouths crashed together again. In unison, my cum and her juice collided and we moaned into each other’s mouths, euphoria hitting at the exact same time. At this moment we were not man and woman, we were two lovers becoming one. Nothing had ever been so sweet and pleasurable than this moment and we both knew it.
We held on tight as our dual orgasms spread through our bodies before collapsing on the bed, drenched in sweat. “I love you,” I said.
“I love you too, baby,” she purred, my cock still in her.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a couple of minutes, knowing just how special we were to each other.
10. THE TENTH DAY OF SEXMAS… Friday December 23th
Alexis, off work and on Christmas holidays since after the Christmas pageant on Wednesday, slept in while I headed to work to file a last minute report. It was early afternoon when Alexis called me.
“When will you be home?”
“A couple of hours,” I admitted.
“Ok, I am going to Jenna’s for a couple of cocktails before the Christmas party.”
My mind reeled as it automatically replayed our little phone fantasy from a couple days ago. “Sure, what time will you be heading to the party?”
“Around 5:00,” she answered, “Cocktails are at five and supper follows at six.”
“All right, should I just meet you there?”
“Sure,” she said, warning me, “and don’t be late.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“And I left your clothes on the bed,” she added.
“You’re dressing me now?”
“I always have,” she responded.
“Touché. Anyway, I am going to hang up now so I can get this bullshit report done, so I can make it to your Christmas party.”
“Kisses,” she finished and hung up.
I finished the report, drove home, showered, and put on the suit she left me.
I arrived on time and much to my surprise, Alexis wasn’t there yet. I texted her and she texted backed that they were running a bit late and to grab a drink. I ended up having two before Alexis showed up looking radiant and slightly tipsy. Beside her was Jenna, looking just as radiant and just as tipsy. Alexis sauntered over and kissed me. She whispered in my ear, “I am really fucking horny, baby.”
“How many drinks have you had?” I asked.
“Just three,” she answered, “but I would sure like you to get me a fourth.”
The next couple hours were anti-climactic. Supper, awards and speeches followed much as in previous years, and other than my wife’s hand on my lap, it was just like any other teacher party. Lots of talking about stuff I didn’t know about or care about. Finally, the mundane crap ended and the dance started.
As soon as the music began, a now very tipsy Jenna grabbed a very tipsy Alexis’ hand, “Come on, we are dancing.”
I watched the two on the dance floor in their diva dresses. They were incredibly hot to watch and I couldn’t get the thought of Alexis and Jenna in a nasty lesbian twosome out of my head. I would never cheat on Alexis, but the thought of watching those two in lesbian passion had my cock stiff again. A couple of songs in, Alexis waved me onto the dance floor and I joined the girls for a dancing threesome. Throughout the next few numbers, both groped me in subtle ways, although neither so naughty it could be taken as anything more than dance floor rules. Either way, it kept me hard as a rock and once a slow song played, I pulled Alexis close for some alone time. We danced in silence for the first half of the song, before Alexis finally asked, “So are you happy to see me or is that a gun in your pants?”
I smiled, “The weapon is loaded and ready to go off.”
“Well,” she considered, “we better find a place to disarm that weapon.” She grabbed my hand and led me out of the room and paused, looking for a place for us to be alone.
I saw some stairs and pointed. She quickly dragged me up the stairs to a secluded dark area. As soon as we reached the top, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and began sucking. She was clearly drunker than I thought as she bobbed back and forth on my cock with reckless abandon. I moaned after a couple of minutes, “If you don’t stop, I am going to come.”
She didn’t stop and I soon shot a load of cum down her throat. She continued the fast paced assault until every drop was spent before standing back up and shoving her tongue down my throat. The kiss was passionate and hot and I could taste the lingering aftertaste of my cum. Once she broke the kiss, she said, “Same place, one hour.”
“S-s-sure,” I stammered as she walked away and back down the stairs. I looked at my watch. That had taken four minutes. Apparently, I had just given a whole new meaning to the word quickie.
The next hour was a couple of drinks, a couple of dances and a lot of listening to generic bullshit from Alexis’ colleagues. Finally from the dance floor, an even drunker Alexis gave me a look and I politely excused myself. A couple of minutes later we were indeed at the same place, but this time she lifted up her dress, to reveal she was commando, and demanded, “Shove that big snake of yours in me, baby.”
I pulled out the generously labelled snake and easily slid it inside her sopping wet pussy. Like her an hour ago, I pumped my snake in and out of her hard and fast; like me an hour ago, she was incredibly horny and breathing heavy after only a couple of strokes. I kept up the rapid drilling and she, like me an hour ago, came in only a couple of minutes. I kept pumping in and out as she held onto the wall for dear life as her orgasm shuddered through her. I was about to quit, thinking we had a limited time and I had got my wife off, when she demanded, “Keep fucking me, baby. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want to walk around with your juice deep inside me while I am on the dance floor.”