Jane knew all of my sexual fantasies, as I knew hers. We had been together for fifteen years and still led an active sex life. We were no prudes or shy about the subject and over the years had taken part in various threesomes and group sex.
December the twelve. Myself and Jane had decided it was a good night to get a couple of bottles of wine and divulge in a night of fucking and sucking. A night of dressing up and acting out one of our fantasies.
We opened the first bottle of wine, Jane drank one glass and as she refilled told me she was going for a bath. I flicked on the TV and settled down, I knew she would take her time but it would be worth it.
Jane always wanted to play boss fucks secretary, I was sure she had a thing for someone at work but I didn't care to much, if she wanted to fuck him or her, she could as long as it was out in the open, we had always agreed if we fucked anyone else we would not keep a secret. Deceit wreck marriages not sex.
Forty minutes later, Jane returned to the room, she looked hot. A knee length, black, pencil skirt hugging her thighs and stretching around her fantastic arse, I had always said her arse was her best feature. A deep burgundy blouse, with the top two buttons undone to reveal a small amount of her cleavage, a black waistcoat that matched her skirt completed her top half . Her legs were encased in black fishnet stockings, she looked gorgeous. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and she wore a pair of glasses to finish the look.
We acted that I was the boss in a foul mood. I stomped around shouting, Jane stood there looking innocent as she seductively pushed the end of a pencil into her mouth. I continued my rage and threw a pile of papers onto the floor. Jane squatted down picking up the papers, her head level with my crotch. She then slipped forward, her mouth banging against my trousers and hitting my swollen cock. The only way she could stop herself falling was to grab onto my arse. It only took her a few seconds to regain her balance but her mouth had a great effect on my cock.
Jane stood back up. "Sorry Mr Jones, I fell, I couldn't stop myself." Her eyes looking down, never leaving the bulge in my pants.
"That's not good enough, Miss Taylor. Look what you've done to me. Look at my cock its all hard. What are you going to do about it." I yelled at her, she didn't speak as I continued. "I'll tell you what your going to do. You are going to take my cock and suck it, then I am going to fuck your pussy and when I am ready, I am going to cum in your dirty little mouth. Do you understand." Jane didn't move.
I walked around her looking her body up and down before reaching out and taking hold of a breast in each hand. A soft moan left her mouth as I started to massage her tits and I then proceeded to undo her waistcoat and remove it. I was so turned on I couldn't take the time to open the buttons on the blouse, so I took a firm grip on the material and gave it a good yank. One by one the buttons popped of revealing her bra clad cleavage, her skirt was soon added to the growing pile of clothes on the carpet.
Jane stood unmoving, her bra and panties were a mixture of silk and lace, the silk a deep red, the lace black, as was her suspender belt that held up the fishnet stockings. I loved lingerie, for me there was nothing better than a woman in a sexy bra and panties, with stockings.
Although Jane loved sex she had her limits. She didn't like anal, she said she just didn't enjoy it. Jane was also funny about sucking cocks, she didn't mind the sucking and loved to eat cum but she wouldn't take more than a couple of inches of flesh into her mouth. She didn't like to gag or have her airway blocked. I accepted her limits but she knew I would love to do much more.
Without instruction Jane fell to her knees and released my cock before gently sucking the head. It was amazing, her soft lips gripping the shaft, her tongue swirling across the head flicking at my hole. My knees were shaking as I held onto her head. I wanted to thrust my full eight inches deep into her throat but with great restraint I managed to keep in to a couple. Jane knew this so didn't tease me for to much longer.
Jane pushed me onto the sofa and climbed onto me, slowly forcing her cunt down the length of my cock. She was an expert and fucked me like a pro, bringing me to the point of orgasm but not letting me cum. She continued to do this as I sucked and squeezed her tits until she knew I was on the point of no return. Jane jumped off my cock, her hand going around the shaft and her mouth going over the head. She simultaneously wanked and sucked and seconds later I exploded into her mouth. Jane wasn't going to waste a drop and swallowed my sperm as fast I could shoot.
Satisfied with the load I had delivered Jane moved up and we shared a long kiss, I could taste my sperm and her pussy, a very nice combination.
Tired we went to bed and lay there talking, when suddenly Jane blurted out. "I want to give you a special Christmas present this year. For the next twelve days I am going to bring home a slut for you to use, to bring your fantasies to reality." She was really drunk, so I took this statement with a pinch of salt. I don't even think she knew twelve women that I would want to fuck. We fell asleep cuddling.
On the first day of Christmas my slut wife gave to me, a cock eating bitch upon her knees.
I woke early, my head fuzzy from the previous nights wine. I had a busy day at work, so I quickly got dressed. Jane had the day off, I left her sleeping.
I couldn't keep my mind on the job, what Jane had said last night would not leave my head. A slut each day for the next twelve days. I planned who each one would be and what I would do to them .but only made it to eight. I couldn't think of anymore woman Jane knew. It must have been the drink talking.
Finally the day ended and I travelled the thirty minutes home. I opened the front door and as I entered I could hear the sound of female laughter. I quickly took off my coat, it couldn't be happening, could it. Had Jane brought me a slut to fuck.
I almost stumbled into the living room, who could it be? To my disappointment it was Helen, my Wife's work colleague. They were sat on the sofa, a pile of files on the coffee table told me this was a work visit. My hardened cock immediately deflated.
I liked Helen, although younger than my wife, only twenty four, they held a similar position in the company. I couldn't call Helen beautiful, she was distinctly average in looks. More make-up and a colour on her mousey brown, shoulder length hair would make a vast improvement. Her body was quite good, a size twelve but with nice curves.
Helen did look totally fuckable, the white blouse stretched across her ample breasts, the above knee skirt half covering her nylon clad legs. I had never thought about fucking Helen but now my cock was starting to have a reaction. It was then they noticed me.