Candy for the Holidays
Kisses under the mistletoe lead to a horny husband watching as his loving wife demonstrates her oral talents on a comparative stranger
by Allen_X_ Miller
INTRODUCTION
"Pearls lie not on the seashore
.
If thou desirest one thou must dive for it
."
In the spirit of the holidays, I pass along this special story about how Allen and his loving wife Candy share a unique adventure. It involves consenting adults in a cuckold situation. If that's not your thing, please find something else to read.
Introduction
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
My beautiful, petite wife was on her knees working diligently, trying her best to bring me satisfaction.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
I didn't often get off from oral stimulation alone, but this night was different and I was getting close. I would soon be filling her mouth, giving her the second of the night. The first load, however, was not mine, and the guy who gave her the pearl necklace was now pounding into her from behind as she struggled so lovingly to focus on my pleasure. As she got spit-roasted for the first time (As far as I know!), I could actually feel my tiny wife getting fucked by this stranger with a big dick as his strong thrusts were transmitted through her body to mine. Let me tell you how we arrived at the amazing moment.
Chapter I
It had been quite a while since the adventure we had where Candy danced with two strangers at a wedding reception and I arranged to have them come to our room to have their way with my beautiful, bound, helpless wife. Candy never spoke of that night and although I didn't want to press my luck by bringing it up too often, I thought about it every day. The image of her with her hands tied over her head, the blindfold on, and her feet in those sexy heels raised high to allow those men to penetrate her so deeply was something that I couldn't get out of my mind.
Enough time had passed that I thought she might be ready for another adventure. Of course we had sex on a regular basis and she even let me get a little kinky once in a while. When I had her hot and moist I would even dare mention some of our earlier adventures, and although she wouldn't say much, a noticeable increase in her arousal told me that she shared some fond memories as well.
One cold night we were sitting by the fire, listening to music and cuddling. Candy was wearing a robe and when the front fell open I was treated to a view of one of her lovely breasts. I couldn't resist the urge to reach in and casually play with one of her beautiful nipples. I watched with pleasure as it went from soft and a light brown to hard and dark with only a minute of stimulation. As I continued to gently fondle her breast she reached over to stroke my crotch with seeming detachment.
"What are you thinking about? I asked.
"What is about you men that makes you want to see me do things?
"What do you mean?"
"You know. The way you like to watch me with other men and the way I told you my boyfriend Phil watched me dance with those boys in college. It seems like it's always been that way."
"What do you mean? Always?"
"Even in high school something happened."
"What?! You have another story you haven't told me? How can you keep these secrets from me?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm afraid you'll think I'm some kind of slut."
"Don't be silly. Plenty of women have slept around way more than you, and most young people have had a few unusual experiences. Besides, that was a long time ago and you know how much I love it when you share your sexy secrets with me. Tell me what happened."
Chapter II
So, with my gentle prodding, Candy told me about her first serious boyfriend in high school, Robbie. He was a popular jock and Candy was going out with him for a short time during their senior year. He had a car and he was always trying to get her to go parking down at the beach with him. My father would have called it watching the submarine races. In a way, she found his youthful fumblings and groping funny because this was around the time her much older boss was teaching her how to please a real man. She never told her boyfriend about Mr. Jackson because deep down she knew what they were doing was wrong, but she couldn't help but practice some of her new skills with her boyfriend and he was the happy but unwitting beneficiary of Mr. Jackson's tutelage.
It started the usual way with tentative kissing followed by French kissing. Soon he was feeling her breasts through her clothes and then under her shirt through her bra. Then he got her to take her bra off so he could grope those beautiful young breasts. When he tried to slip his hand down the front of her jeans she stopped him, although she would let him rub her down there on the outside of her jeans and let him dry hump her.
One night when things got hot and heavy he took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She could feel the heat and moisture from his rigid member. She ran her fingers over its outline and his breathing quickened.
"Take it out," he commanded.
"I don't know..." she answered shyly. "I haven't done this before." Technically that wasn't a lie. She hadn't touched
his
dick before. That's not the same as never having stroked
any
cock before.
"Come on... You can't let me go home like this. I'm dying for you to touch it. Come on. Just a little."
"Well, Okay. Just a little. Tell me what to do."
When she finally saw his dick in the dim light she proclaimed: "Oh! It's so cute!" This was probably not the kind of compliment any guy is hoping for, but he was beyond caring at that point. He just wanted to feel her hand on him. She took his boyish penis in her fingers and began a tentative jerking. This was not like Mr. Jackson's big man cock that she could hold with a full fist.
Soon, he was oozing precum and she instinctively spread the precious lubrication around on his little dick. Her fingers quickened their rhythm and he raised his hips and his stiff rod was pointed at his chest. She kept a thumb and two fingers wrapped around him and let her index finger run across the head with every stroke.
"Oh. Oh. Oh." He grunted as he felt his climax rising from his loins. He was too inexperienced to know that he was in the hands of a budding expert and she wasn't going to tell him where she got her training. All he knew was that what she was doing felt wonderful and that he was about to shoot. It happened before he was really ready and it went all over his t-shirt. Even Candy was surprised at how quickly he came and laughed at the mess he made.
"Shit!" he said. "Look at my shirt!"
"Do you have any paper towels?"
Chapter III
The handjobs went on almost routinely for a couple of weeks and Robbie marveled at how skillful Candy was. One night as she began to stroke him he said: "Kiss it."
This
was new territory for her. Surprisingly, Mr. Jackson had never tried to get Candy to suck him. It seemed an unspoken understanding between them that they would limit their play to handjobs. But she felt differently about Robbie. First, they were the same age and at more or less the same level of experience; they were both exploring a new world together. Second, his smallish boy penis wasn't at all intimidating the way Mr. Jackson's throbbing monster could be. No, Robbie's cock looked almost tasty and she was curious enough to give it a try..
"Please!" he begged, "Just a little." Guys were always saying stiff like that.
"I don't know..." she said.
"Just a little. I won't shoot." (That's one of the standard great lies of all time.)
"Okay, just a little, but you warn me." Although she had never sucked cock before, she had heard enough stories from the other girls to know what can happen. She kissed the tip and a drop of precum found its way to her lips. She was surprised at how good the slippery, salty fluid tasted. She stuck her tongue out, looking for more. Then she tentatively took the head between her lips and heard Robbie inhale deeply as he felt this mazing new sensation. She was encouraged by his reaction. She moved her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth. Soon she was using her mouth and tongue to stimulate him in the same way she used her skilled fingers, alternating between deep strokes and focusing on the tip.
"Ohhhh!" moaned Robbie. "That's it. Just like that. A little faster!"
Candy bobbed faster, using her lips and swirling her tongue around him. Robbie raised his hips as he always did when approaching his handjob climaxes but he gave no verbal warning.
"Faster!"
Candy was no dummy. She knew what was about to happen, but he tasted good and pride began to take over. She wanted to do a good job. It was important to her to make him feel good and for him to appreciate what she could do for him.
"Oh, God. Here it comes!" he moaned.
The first spurt was a powerful one and the jetting semen hit her in the back of the mouth. She almost gagged but managed to control her reflex. The next two spurts were more manageable and she swallowed everything. She stayed with it until he began to go soft and then let the deflating member plop from her mouth. He was looking at her with awe and she smiled up at him sweetly with pride and with the sticky fluid still glistening on her teeth. She went to kiss him.
"Eeew! That's gross!"
"What? It's okay for me to swallow it, but not for you to kiss me?"
