I snuggle closer to Jeff, partly because it's so cold out and partly because I want to feel closer to him. His arm squeezes me in to his side and I can't help but sigh. The sky is clear. We're in the middle of nowhere and I can see about a million stars. The moon and stars reflect off the pure white snow, making it seem like late afternoon rather than after 9. It's only 20 degrees, but we're bundled up under a fake fur blanket. It's the perfect night for a sleigh ride.
But this is only the beginning. Little does Jeff know what's in store for him tonight.
Christmas was yesterday and it was a great day, but I saved the best present for today. You know, to throw him off the trail.
I give him a kiss on the cheek and reach my hand over to lightly graze his penis through his jeans. He knows the sleigh ride is taking us to a heated yurt up the canyon for the night. I assume he thinks it's going to be a romantic getaway for the two of us. He's only partially correct.
* * *
After an hour, we can see the lit yurt up ahead. Jeff squeezes my ass as I climb out of the sleigh. I squeal a little, nervous and excited about what's to come. My heart feels like it's going to pound right out of my chest as I thank the driver and ask him to pick us back up the next day at noon. Until then, there's basically no way out (except for a really long, cold hike down the mountain).
We walk in the yurt and are immediately hit by a wave of heat. I'm relieved that being cold won't be a problem. The yurt is quite large inside. There is a large bed against one wall; it appears to be significantly bigger than a king bed. There's a well stocked bar against another wall, several seating areas and a huge purple velvet chaise. Oh yeah -- I can't wait to give that a try.
Aside from the door into the yurt, there is one other door. I open it and see a huge, beautiful bathroom which looked like it came out of a high-end spa, complete with a jetted bathtub big enough for at least four adults. I've never seen a yurt like this before. Maybe it's two yurts combined together. Maybe it's not even a yurt, but just looks like one. I don't care; I can't wait for tonight.
I hang my jacket on a hook, turn to Jeff and smile.
"Come here."
What follows is a make-out session any teenager would be jealous of. Tongues intertwined. Barely coming up for breath. His hand in my hair, my hand on his ass, pulling him closer. I can feel his hardness against my stomach and want more.
Outside the yurt, I hear a sleigh approaching. The timing is perfect. Jeff hears it too. He looks at me, eyebrow raised. He has no idea what's going on. I look back, but don't say anything to enlighten him.
Moments later there is a soft knock at the door. I keep eye contact with Jeff as I walk to the door. "Merry Christmas, baby."
I open the door and in walks Brad. Brad is one of the best looking men I've ever seen in real life. He has dark hair, almost black, and eyes so green I've wondered if they're contacts. He has straight teeth, perfect skin and I can tell his body is rockin', even underneath all those clothes. He is a friend of a friend that we run into occasionally at parties. He seems like a nice-enough guy, but that doesn't matter tonight. What matters tonight is that I can't wait to get my hands on him, and I can't wait for Jeff to either.
I pull my eyes off Brad and look at my husband. He looks very confused.
"Do you remember our conversation a month or two ago when you told me you fantasized about us being with another man?"
He shakes his head yes.
"You wanted to watch me fuck another man. You wanted to suck another man's cock. You wanted to get fucked by another man's cock. Well, I made that happen. This is your Christmas present. Brad is here for the night."
Jeff looks stunned. He still hasn't said anything. I'm a little bit worried that when he shared his fantasy with me, he didn't really want it to come true. Maybe I've made a huge mistake.
He can obviously see the worry in my eyes. He walks over to me slowly, looking into my eyes as he nears. He grabs my hair roughly, pulls my head back and forcefully thrusts his tongue into my mouth. At that moment I know I've done the right thing. It's going to be a night to remember.
* * *
I pull out of Jeff's embrace and walk to Brad, who has been silently standing by the door, waiting for me to indicate his next move. I brush my hands against Brad's chest; I can feel the muscles under his shirt and can no longer wait to see them.
I love my husband. I love his body. But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate washboard abs and a damn fine ass.
I waste no time unbuttoning Brad's shirt and pulling it off his broad shoulders. I flick each nipple with my tongue and lick my way down to his pants. I kneel down, unbutton his pants and pull them down. He's not wearing any underwear and his dick is already standing at full attention. I take a minute to appreciate it. It's about the same length as Jeff's, but not quite as thick. It will definitely do for tonight's purposes.
I look at Jeff. He has sat down on the chaise and somehow got all of his clothes off without me noticing. He has his erect dick in his hand. Perfect.
I turn my attention back to Brad's cock. Hesitantly I lick from stem to tip. His cock tastes and smells different. I guess that's not unusual when you've only had your husband's cock in your mouth for the past 20 years. It's not bad, just different. I have no way of knowing what Brad likes, so I go with what I know Jeff likes.
I cup his balls in one hand and pull slightly, then I circle him with my lips and slide slowly down to the base. Thankfully he doesn't have any hair; he must have groomed before he came. I appreciate that detail. I stay down there for a minute before I slowly pull back to the tip. I pay attention to the tip for awhile, licking, sucking and even biting. His moans let me know he likes it, so I bite a little harder. Brad moans louder and I can hear Jeff moaning as well. I take him deep again, then bite down at the base. I use my teeth to graze his cock as I pull back up to the tip. It's not long before I can taste the pre cum on the tip. It's a little bit sweet. I lick it up, using the opportunity to look over at Jeff. His eyes are glued on us, his hands working his own cock steadily.
I lower my head and start licking and sucking Brad's balls. While I attack his balls, I use my hand to stroke him. His moans escalate and I can tell he's getting close. I move back to his cock and turn up the aggression. I work him up and down, moving faster. I grab his balls, not gently, and pull.
"I'm coming!"
I pinch the base of his cock and work it even faster. I can feel his body start to convulse. His cock dances in my mouth. After I minute, I gently release the pinch and let the cum flow into my throat as I continue to move up and down a few more times before I remove my mouth and sit back.
I look at Jeff and catch just as cum spurts out of his cock onto his stomach, his body jumping with each spurt.
I crawl over to Jeff and give him a deep kiss. I keep my eyes open, hoping he can read the love and emotion in my eyes.
I'm not sure how quickly he'll be able to get it up again, but I'm hoping it's pretty soon because I'm ready to go. I can feel the juices dripping out of my pussy. Everyone's had an orgasm but me, and now it's my turn.
I straddle Jeff and rub my pussy on his cock so he can feel how wet it is. His moan tells me he can tell. I feel his cock jump a little; that's a good sign. I kiss him deeply again, then arch my back. "Kiss my tits,"I tell him. I can see surprise in his eyes. I'm not normally this assertive during sex. But tonight I know what I want. He happily obliges.
I'm pretty well endowed -- 36DD. He cubs each globe in a hand, squeezing them together and starts licking, sucking and nibbling on my nipples. He knows what I like. I moan softly and wiggle around on his growing cock. He sucks the nipple deep into his mouth and then softly bites the tip, playing equal attention to each breast.
I don't know how long this goes on, but eventually I notice that Brad has come over to the chaise and is sitting on the end, watching us. We've spoken and he knows how this is going to go. He's just waiting for his part to begin.
Jeff's cock is now jerking wildly against my wet cunt, straining to get inside. I lift up and slowly lower down on his hot shaft. It feels so good. I'm worried I won't last long enough to put my plan into action. I raise and lower slowly a few times, then take him as deep as he will go and stay there.
I nod at Brad and lean forward to lick Jeff's nipples. I flick each one with my tongue and then bite and suck.
Brad moves up the chaise and kneels down. His cock is already erect again as well. He softly caresses my ass, then bends over to lick my asshole. He magically produces a tub of lube; he must have carried it over to the chaise with him. He liberally applies the lube to my asshole, rubbing it in. I'm leaning forward on Jeff, staying as still as I can.
Double penetration has always been one of my personal fantasies. I can't believe it's coming true and a small part of me is worried it won't live up to my expectations and dreams.
I can feel Brad's head against my asshole. It's tentative at first, gently pushing and pulling back. I brace myself for the entry, knowing it will hurt for a minute, but try to focus on relaxing to minimize the pain. I push back against him, letting him know to continue. His cock pushes a little harder and makes it inside. He pauses for a minute to let me adjust to having him there, then slowly pushes deeper.