The year has passed so quickly. Happiness should dwell in my heart. It’s time for the holiday season again. But this is different. I can’t face the thought of going through another one like last year. It was just yesterday. It’s still so fresh in my mind.
Newly weds. Jill and I were married on August 3rd. While not youngsters, we had the rest of our lives in front of us. We were both in our early 30’s. This was the second time around the chapel for each of us. Searching, sharing, we came together through mutual friends that summer a year ago. Each being single for a long period of time, we were set in our ways. Carefully, we danced. Felt each other out. We got to know each other through observation. We absorbed feelings, thoughts, concerns, happiness, and more. We slowly grew to care deeply for the other. No fast decisions were made. We made thoughtful, intelligent decisions. In the following spring, we made the decision to wed in August.
We married, in front of family members and friends. Both sides of the family blessed us, wishing happiness for us for many years to come. We loved each other dearly. Our lives were intertwined, we felt like soul mates from the beginning. With each day since we met, we learned new things that strengthened our feelings for each other.
Early in our relationship, we abstained from sexual relations, afraid of the consequences that it could bring. Once we started sharing each other, our sex lives exploded with a lust and excitement I had not felt before. My lady was a sexual animal, with unlimited desire for pleasing and being pleased. Her craving for sex, any time, any place elevated our sex lives to fictional proportions. No one would believe where, when, how, we had sex. I could not believe it, and I participated!
I loved to play with Carol. She is tall, about 6’3” tall, lithe, and athletic. Her weight is proportional to her height. Big breasted for a tall, athletic woman, I marveled at her body. Being 6’6” tall myself, I was lucky to find such a lady. I loved watching people watch us walk down the street. Being tall, she could bend at the waist, and take my cock in her without requiring a step. We loved doing quickies this way, in very public places, and often. Her favorite fantasy was to believe people were watching us, but doing it anyway. She would get lost in her desire for sex, and we would fuck like insatiable demons. Her absolute lust for anal sex was animalistic.
On December 15th, her birthday, we were out shopping for Christmas gifts for our families. We had dinner and shopped plenty of stores that evening. Our last stop was at the local regional mall. The mall had plenty of stores for a good selection of gifts, but always at higher prices. We arrived late, and parked near the outer ring. We had shopped many times in the late evening, but this one would prove different. We shopped until closing, finished our purchases, gathered our packages, and headed out to the lot. Not many patrons were left in the mall, some employees, a few shopper stragglers, and us. It was a cold, blustery night only the true Midwesterner could relate with direct experience. As we approached the SUV, Carol began to discuss how secluded we were on the edge of the parking lot. I was puzzled to say the least.
“Oh honey, don’t you think we could get a quickie in before we start home,” she questioned me. I looked about. No people around. Off to the one side of my parking space, a large, older motor home occupied two spaces, leaving a gap of 1 car between us. The light pole was in the next row of cars in front of us, so we were dimly lit at best. Just her mentioning the possibility, my cock chubbed in my sweat pants.
“Damn woman, don’t you think of anything else?” I chuckled at her. She turned, walked backwards, licking her lips, extending her tongue out as far as it would go. She just skipped backwards playfully.
“No,” she stated, turned, and ran ahead to the SUV. I reached in my pocket, adjusted my growing cock, and pulled out the keys. I zapped the locks, she opened the back of the vehicle, tossed in the packages she had, turned and sat down on the tailgate of the vehicle waiting for me. “Are you turning me down?” she inquired.
“Jesus Carol, here, now?” I asked.
“Just a quickie, baby. You know I will make it worth your time!” she grinned. That did it. I knew she wanted to suck me down her throat. She always told me that it would be worth my time when she wanted to swallow me deep in her throat. Also meant she was flat horny, now.
“Go set on my seat,” she instructed me. “Open your sweats, pull out that magnificent cock of yours,” she continued. I was getting hard just thinking about her warm mouth. I stuffed my packages in the back, closed the tailgate, and moved to her passenger side of the vehicle. Looking around, no one was in sight. I dropped my sweats, slid into her seat, and parted my legs. My briefs covered my cock. It was cold! To my surprise, she looked around, pulled off her pants and threw them in the back seat. “My coat will cover my ass,” she laughed. She reached for me.
“God I love your cock,” she said as she pulled down my briefs, exposing my cock to the air. She stroked it hard, pulling on the underside of the head. She leaned forward to engulf me. Her tongue bathed the head of my cock. “Talk to me baby,” she told me between licks on my cock. I knew what she wanted.
She liked to hear about how good she was, telling her what a great cocksucker she is. How I wanted to fuck her brains out, drive my cock balls deep in her wet pussy. How I wanted her to scream with each stroke of my cock as it slid in her. She wanted to hear how I thought other guys would love to fuck her as well. Envious of me, they would line up and masturbate while watching her blow me. They wanted a show though, she had to make herself cum while she sucked me. Rock her ass back and forth, let the guys see her wet pussy and ass from behind. How they would hoot and holler, seeing her bury her fingers in her wet pussy. How they wanted to fuck her while she sucked my cock.
I knew what she wanted. “You cocksucker,” I told her. “We are in the middle of a parking lot, people are hiding watching us. They see you leaning to suck my cock,” I continued. “Suck it woman! Bury my cock down your throat. I want to fuck your face! Come on bitch, suck me!” She reached into her panties, stroking her cunt as she began bobbing up and down on my cock. While not huge by all standards, my cock measures 9 ½ inches in length, and being a fat 7 ½ inches around. Nice sized, very useful. Carol had over time acquired the ability to swallow it all down her throat. It cut off air supply, but she would pull back, breathe, and impale herself back down on my cock. She was really good. And the things she would do to my balls while she sucked just manufactured more cum. She would twist the sac gently, pull them down like a farmer milking a cow, or roll them between her fingers. Always, it drove me nuts. It built a need to cum desperately. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my wife sucking my cum from deep within my balls.
“Ain’t this a sight to see,” a strange voice interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes to see 4 Santa’s, dressed in full regalia for their positions in the stores, standing around the backend of my wife. Carol turned, frozen with embarrassment, pulling her coat tight around her. I covered my cock. All four of the guys started laughing. “Boys,” one said. “I think momma wants some loving,” he continued. I glanced around quickly, not knowing what to expect next. “What are you people thinking?” queried Santa Claus.
