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My wife Brooke and I have been married for 10 years. Brooke is stunning, especially for a 44 year old woman. Brooke has natural 36Es and curly red hair that falls just below her shoulders. Her pendulous melons stand proudly off of her chest with no sag whatsoever. They truly are a wonder of nature.
We occasionally play around with other couples however, due to a lack of available time, its hard to categorize our lifestyle as swingers. The last time we played with another couple was over 2 1/2 years ago. Lately, our conversations during sex have centered around her getting used by me and another man. Basically, her serving as our sexual slave, with us taking her as we see fit. She would exist that evening only to pleasure us in any manner we deemed necessary. Brooke loves to be treated like a whore. The only variance is that I make sure she comes as many times as possible. This ensures that she'll come back for more another day.
Brooke was not very sexual when we first met. However, she was one of those women that simply hadn't met the right man to introduce her to sex. More importantly, she had not met anyone whom would introduce her to the art of being a sex slave. Brooke, you see, has been trained to satisfy any wanton desire that I may need to satisfy. She understands that anytime I want to use her body, she is to submit to me in any manner I choose. If she refuses, she understands that I will take her by force, punishing her for her insolence. This rarely occurs however, sometimes even the best trained slave will choose to test boundaries. She has also been trained to clearly detail any fantasy she may have, this takes the guesswork out of exploring her desires. I do not have the time or patience for guessing games. She understands that all of her fantasies will be listened to without judgment or fear of reprisal.
I have a buddy that I ride with named Evan. He has repeatedly remarked how phenomenal Brooke's tits are and that he would love to get his hands on them. As we have friends over to the hot tub frequently, Evan has seen her tits many times. He just hasn't been able to touch them, yet. Evan is average height and weight. He shaves his head and maintains a goatee. The most notable thing about Evan was his abnormally fat cock. He was only 7 inches or so in length however, his cock was about as wide as can of tuna. Having seen him get in and out of the hot tub, the thing looked almost freakish it was so wide. I know that Brooke had seen it too. When he and his wife came over, she always made some kind of smartass comment about his fat cock.
The day after Thanksgiving, Brooke was off battling the other million or so maniacs, trying to get the pre-holiday bargains. I told Brooke that I would take care of getting all the Christmas decorations out of the attic and deploy them to their respective spots in the yard. Evan had agreed to come over to "assist". Little did she know what she would have waiting for her when she returned.
Brooke was out the door at a ridiculous 3:30 a.m. I got up at a more respectable hour, Evan arrived and we went to work getting the Christmas stuff out of the attic. We finished about noon, the perfect time to sit down for a well deserved beer. One of the items that we retrieved was the Santa suit that I usually used for our kids. As the kids were at the grandparents for the day, tonight was the night that Brooke's fantasy was going to come true.
Looking like she had been through hell, Brooke arrived home about 4 p.m. I had stashed Evan out in the hot tub and told him to chill out until I could get Brooke ready. "Go take a nice hot bath," I told her. "I'll get the stuff out of your car and stash it so the kids don't see it".
"That sounds like a fantastic idea," she said.
"Make sure you clean up the kitty", I directed. "I want it nice and smooth tonight".
Brooke looked up at me through the top of her eyes, her head hanging down. "Honey," she pouted. "I have been up since 3 a.m. I don't have the energy to have sex tonight".
I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head. "Perhaps you thought that was a request, young lady. We know how this is going to play out, don't we?"
She pouted even more, "yes daddy."
"Now run off and do as your told. Enjoy your bath and come back relaxed and more importantly, SMOOTH." I heavily emphasized the direction again, ensuring that she got the point.
The minute she was off to the bathroom I went out to retrieve Evan.
"Make sure you're quiet, I don't want her have a clue until she comes out of the bedroom. You know what to do right?"
"Yea, yea, I got it," he says. "I'll be upstairs in the media room waiting. Where's the suit."
"I put it upstairs already. All you have to do is get it on and be waiting. Remember, even when she realizes who it is, don't take off the beard, glasses and hat. I want the pictures to look like Santa and her husband are fucking the shit out of her."
"Like I said, I got it. Geez, you are one sick fuck dude."
"It's her fantasy," I replied. "I just added the Santa twist. Now you can put that Yule log to good use. I think I hear her mulling around down there. I'll bring her up as soon as she's out of the tub."
I ran back downstairs to check on Brooke's progress. She was out of the tub and had a towel wrapped around her tits and another in a towel turban.
"Let's see angel." I waited patiently while she pulled the bottom of her towel aside to reveal her baby smooth mons. "Very nice honey. That's a very good girl. Now, towel off that hair, put on something sexy and come up to the media room, I have a surprise for you."
"Jim, I told you I'm exhausted. Can't we do this some other night?" "The kids are away all night, I've been drinking since noon and oh let's see...", I pulled the towel off of her head, grabbed a handful of her luscious locks, yanked her body towel off and roughly twisted her nipple. "You have apparently forgotten your place. This will require a quick refresher apparently.
Her mouth twisted in pain as the nipple was simultaneously pinched and twisted. Still holding the handful of hair, I walked her to the bed and bent her over the edge. I shifted my hold of her hair to my left hand and quickly removed my belt with the right.
"Twice I've hinted what's expected of you tonight, and twice you've given me backtalk. Two infractions by my count, one swat per infraction."
I doubled up the belt ensuring the both ends where in my grasp. Raising my 38 inch length arm as high as it would go I let loose with the first of her two reminders. There's nothing like the sound of leather singing through the air, ending with a crisp WACK, as both sides of the leather contract on themselves as they made contact with her creamy ass cheek.
"Ouch, you fucking prick," she screamed. "That really hurt."
"That doesn't sound like any adjustment of attitude". I pressed her head into the mattress and raised my hand again. "Just remember, Santa doesn't bring presents to bad boys or girls. Perhaps I'll let you explain your bad attitude to Santa yourself."
WACK! "Ow," she cried. A tear had started to form in her eye. Her ass was turning a bright crimson where the leather and her skin made contact. "I'm sorry daddy, I'll be a good girl." "That's better young lady. Now get dressed and get your ass upstairs."
"Yes daddy, I'll be up in a second," she sniffled. "What did you mean about "explaining to Santa,"" she asked?
"You'll find out soon enough. Now get upstairs before I am required to give you a reminder of your place". At this point, I had the beginnings of a lovely hard-on. I grabbed a couple of fresh beers and headed upstairs.
Evan was fully outfitted in the Santa suit and waiting. He had even put the fake tummy on underneath. I knew he'd be taking it off later but, the effect was perfect.
A few minutes later Brooke warily came up the stairs. She had put on a black, transparent babydoll negligee, finished off with her 4 inch stiletto pumps. The baby doll had a string which wrapped around the base of her enormous tits, giving them just a hint of support. It also served to press the transparent material against her nipples, nicely showing off her oblong areolas. She had put on perfume, the combination of it and the oils from her bath were intoxicating. Santa immediately started to develop a tent in his suit.
There was a look of amusement on Brooke's face as she immediately thought this was some kind of joke. Brooke did not immediately recognize whom was occupying the Santa suit.
In his best Santa voice, Evan said "good evening young lady. Come sit on Santa's lap and tell me what you would like for Christmas. Of course, that means that you have to have been a good girl this year."
"Oh, I've been very good," said Brooke. As she walked toward Evan she looked over at me and gently rubbed her ass. The sight of her ass walking in those heals was breathtaking. The red stripe across her ass cheek was clearly visible through the thin black material.
Brooke walked over to Santa, turned and put her arm around his neck as she sat down on the unmolested cheek. At this point, I pulled out the digital camera and started taking pictures of Brooke and Santa. I had previously set up the video camera as well. I hit the record button and checked the focus and lighting. All was well.
"So young lady, you've been good have you? That's funny, your husband tells me that you just had to have a reminder about your attitude. That's doesn't sound like you've been a good girl to me. Based on what I've heard, I don't think there's going to be any presents for you this year my dear. That is, unless you can give Santa some reason as to why you deserve anything."
It appeared that light was beginning to dawn on Brooke as to what was going on. She began to get into her assigned role in this little game.
