Preface: A little Christmas fantasy I imagine my wife in. Would love for this to be real one day.
Beginning:
My name is Jennifer, I'm in my upper thirties and I just started this year working a side gig as a Mrs Claus at a department store. This Christmas season was a bit crazy but I was paid decent money to just stand around in a red dress while kids talked to Santa. It was pretty easy and flexible as they didn't really need me at all times. Though, I would help sell photo packages for parents.
Eventually came Christmas Eve, my last day there. Around one, I took a meal punch and went to the break room. After eating my lunch, I grabbed a chocolate popsicle I brought from home.
Sitting across from me was Jax, one of the department managers. He was about my age, black, handsome, mustached, and single. I'm really sure he wants to fuck me. And I honestly, if I wasn't happily married, I wouldn't be against it.
I've flirted a little with him during the Christmas season, since I enjoyed the attention. My sex life at home hasn't been the greatest since my husband had started working 60 hour weeks until the new year. So I've been more tempted for male attention than usual. I don't know what got into me, but I started sucking my popsicle like I was giving Jax a slow but passionate BJ. His focus on my mouth was unfazed the whole time.
Jax smirked at me when I finished. "You must love chocolate in your mouth."
I rolled my eyes a little. "I'm happily married." I then put on new lipstick so he could see. I then bent over so much that he could peek at my red satin thong. "I've got to go be family friendly now." I figured he deserved another tease.
I worked until four, my husband was supposed to be home around 9 so I wanted to get ready because we agreed to have sex tonight. Before I left, the store manager called me into his office.
The store manager was Moe, another handsome black gentleman but he was hotter than Jax. He was 42, wore thick glasses, and had a subtle goatee. He was recently divorced from his high school sweetheart.
"I very much enjoyed working here this Christmas, Mr. Johnson," I said as I sat down.
"Any plans for tonight?" Moe asked.
"Just an evening with my husband," I responded.
Moe sighed a bit. "He's a very, very, VERY lucky man." He then cut a check for me for my entire time there. $3,289 dollars after taxes. I got bonuses for photo sales. Not bad for the hours I clocked in.
"I think black men just love me," I said as I winked while grabbing the check.
Moe had a bit of a facial expression that reminded me of a player. "Any man would be lucky to have you."
I get into my car and drive home. My friend Isla was already home as I asked her to have dinner with me. Her husband was overseas in the military and her family lived in California. She's a wonderful cook.
My redheaded friend already cooked a turkey by the time I arrived. "Dinner is served."
We had a good dinner and I told her about my admirers.
"I love big black cock," Isla admitted. "You should text them over one night."
I blushed. "For one, I don't have their numbers, and I thought you were happily married!?"
Isla looked like a proud vixen. "You're never truly happy as a military wife. We all cheat."
I was a little curious about her engagements behind close doors. "What was your biggest?"
Isla sipped a bit of red wine. "13 inches, his magnum condom broke and I had to buy Plan B at 1am. But I let him creampie me again when I swallowed the pill."
I will admit, the thought of a huge BBC cumming inside of me was a huge turn on. "Lucky girl!"
Isla smiled and laughed. "Would you cheat on your hubby?"
I blushed very red. "Probably not... But I am tempted. Especially when he's not here. If I was going to break my vows, I would definitely get blacked. Go big or not at all."
Eventually she left and I went to shower and get ready for my husband to get home. I was excited and super horny. I did my makeup, put on lashes, and put on this super cute Christmas lingerie with a little g-string.
Then I heard the door bell ring that didn't sound like a simple salesman. They wouldn't be working on Christmas Eve anyway. I put on a Christimas green silky robe and went to see who it was. It was an hour too early for my husband to be back.
I opened the door and to my surprise it was Moe and Jax. I got embarrassed since I wasn't fully dressed. They had a bottle of expensive wine and a present. "You won the employee raffle."
I knew about the raffle. The place had a large team so I didn't even imagine I would have won. "Thank you."
"Do you mind if we come in?" Moe asked.
I didn't know what to do, I felt vulnerable in a robe that was hiding sexy lingerie that my husband specifically requested. "I don't think it's a great time."
Jax looked impatient. "Mind if I use the bathroom?"
"Sure," I said. "First door on the left is a little half bath."
I offered Moe a seat on the couch and he sat down beside me, closer than my husband usually gets. My heart was beating quickly, but I was almost certain they weren't there for evil intentions.
"I like your robe," Moe said before a genuine smile.
I don't know why, but I felt flirtatious. "I bet you would like to see what's underneath."
Moe stood up and showed off an obvious erection. "I bet it's very nice." Despite being in his pants, I could tell he was massive as fuck.
That's when I started to get cold feet despite my attraction. "It's a gift for my husband, I'm sorry I gave you the wrong idea, Mr. Johnson."
Jax was behind the couch where I didn't notice." I suppose you're not going to like this." He was standing completely naked and hard as a rock.
My eyes opened wide not in disgust but lust. "I wouldn't say I don't like what I see." I then shook my head. "But I'm happily married and I highly doubt my WHITE husband would be too fond of me getting blacked."
My phone then started to ring. It was my husband, our wedding photo was easily visible on my lock screen. "I will pick this up and prove to you that he will be home soon and that he expects me to be loyally waiting for him. Don't say a peep."
"We promise," they both said in unison.
I press the accept call button. "Hey, babe. I'm just waiting for you to get home. I'm so horny."
My husband was on speaker. "I'm sorry, honey. But I have to stay late tonight at work. It will probably be about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning before I get back."
I was so mad at my husband right now. I screamed and screamed how he could do that to me. I went to all this effort and somehow he didn't want to fuck me...
He was still on the line. "Babe, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I'll get up early and make sure you get all the Christmas presents you want opened."
I did not like my husband's response. Well just to let you know, I have two black gentlemen here that desperately want to fuck me. So if you don't come home, I guess I'll be breaking our vows.