Switchmas

AUTHOR'S NOTE

So this was meant to come out on or before Christmas day but it didn't happen. This story is a bit rushed so I'm not sure how well it will do on here but that's alright. Every piece of writing is an experience to learn from. I hope atleast a few of you like it. Writing whilst working through a Christmas rush was definitely more of a challenge than I anticipated haha.

7:45pm, Christmas eve

A fairly upscale restaurant

"Would you like another glass of wine sir?"

The voice of the young waitress snapped his attention away from his phone. He looked up at her with a sheepish smile that hopefully his the frown that he'd most likely been wearing a moment ago.

"Yes, thank you."

With a well practiced motion, the young woman poured him another glass of the red wine he'd been drinking that night. It was probably his fourth glass of the night by this point.

"Could you bring me the check also?"

"Is your date unable to make it tonight?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Well that's unfortunate, a handsome man such as yourself shouldn't be getting stood up, especially not on a night like this."

With that, the waitress left to go get him his check. He couldn't help but notice how her ass swayed a bit as she walked, felt almost as if she was walking like that on purpose. As she disappeared from sight around a corner, he turned his attention back to his phone. His wife has just sent him a text saying she wouldn't be able to make it to dinner tonight.

She'd been called in to cover a shift at work. This was something they'd both know could be a possibility as she was a nurse. However that didn't help against him feeling upset about it. This was the third year in a row that he'd ended up alone in a restaurant on Christmas eve.

His wife Carol switching careers to being a nurse had certainly been a great boon to their finances but the same couldn't be said for their love life. Eric could count on one hand the amount of times they'd gone on dates, much less made love since she'd become a nurse. What was even more upsetting was that her text had included something about her leaving a gift for him on the dining table as an apology. If she had a gift prepared for this didn't that mean she'd already known about this happening beforehand? Yet she'd chosen to say nothing until an hour after he'd been seated at the restaurant.

"Here's the check sir?"

It hadn't taken the waitress very long to return with his check. Also was it just his imagination or had she loosened some of the buttons of her shirt? He couldn't recall seeing that much cleavage from her before. Looking up from her ample cleavage he saw her smirking back at him, a clear sign he'd been caught staring but she didn't mind evidently.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with sir?" She asked as she tucked her shoulder length black hair behind her ear.

"No, that should be all. Thanks." He almost stammered a bit as her blue eyes locked on to his. From the look she was giving him there was no doubt that she was trying to come on to him.

He quickly pulled the money out of his wallet and paid, not even bothering to finish the glass of wine in front of him. It had been so long since he'd last had sex with his wife that even a bit of simple flirtation like this was enough to have his cock twitching in his pants. Eric decided it best to leave as quickly as possible lest he break the vows he'd made to his wife on their wedding day. As he stood up to leave, he felt the waitress slip something into his jacket pocket. He didn't pay it much mind as he was concentrating on not accidentally doing anything he would regret in the future.

7:30pm, Christmas eve

The smith residence

"Aaaaaannd, there we go, all done."

From her boyfriend tone, anyone would have thought he'd just put the finishing touches on the Christmas tree. Well, the reality of the situation wasn't too far from that. He has just finished pulling her blonde hair through the holes that he'd made in the Santa clause act he'd convinced her to wear. At his behest she had styles her hair into pigtails so, in his words, he'd have something to hold on to whilst he fucked her.

"This is so weird, if I didn't know any better I'd say you wanted to fuck my mom rather than me."

"Carmen babe, don't be that way. You know I love you, the fact that you and your mom look so alike that you could almost pass for twins isn't my fault."

"Yea I know but having me even dress up like my mom is a bit...."

"How are you gonna blame that one on me? It was your idea to use the link roulette site to choose your outfit."

Carmen was currently dressed in a sexy nurse outfit. Her mother just so happened to be a nurse and with how much the two of them looked alike, it did feel a bit weird to be dressing up in such an outfit to get fucked. That said, the outfit didn't really resemble her mom's outfit at all. It was just something that vaguely resemble it. A white bra with red stripes on the side and a pair of red crosses...detachable red crosses at that. After that it was a simple skirt that barely covered ass if she stood perfectly still. The colour of the skirt was the inverse of the bra with it being red with white stripes at the side. Then came the Santa's hat that Brian had begged for her to wear. 'tis the season' he had said.

"Now say ah", Brian instructed as held up an O ring mouth harness.

She did as she was told, opening her mouth wide for Brian to strap the harness onto her. With it in place, the ring would keep her mouth held open until Brian removed the harness. She then positioned herself against her parents' dining table, leaning half her body over it.

Brian had a list of 'kinky things to do' and one of them had apparently been to fuck a woman in her parents home. He'd grown up with very strict Christian parents and once he'd moved about two years ago, he'd really let himself go wild. He'd taken to porn hard once he had his own place and Internet that wasn't controlled by his parents.

Carmen for her part was raised by a fairly devout family but not one that pressured their views onto anyone, least of all their child. She'd still grown up to be what she'd consider a 'good girl's. She hadn't been much of a partier, never did drugs and barely even drank. In fact before Brian she had only ever had two boyfriends. She'd had sex with the first one less than a handful of times. As for the second one, they'd broken up before she had even considered doing the deed with him.

Brian had been another case however. His outward nerdy science guy appearance belied the sexually deviant mind he possesed. Somehow he had persuaded her to drop her 'good girl act' and she had found herself spreading her legs for him by the third date. Sex with him had been a lot more rough with him compared to the slow, awkward and somewhat passionate sex she had had with her first boyfriend. From that night it has been like something in her had snapped and she found herself being more and more open to Brian's preferred suggestions. Just last week he had convinced her to let him fuck her in a park. They'd almost been caught by a passer by and the thrill of that had awakened something inside of her anew.

With a length of rope, Brian walked up to Carmen and gave her ass a smack before fitting the end of the rope around one of her wrists. He looped the rope along the underside of the table, bringing it up on the other side before tying her other wrist with the next end of the rope. With this, she was secured to the stable in position that left her totally at the mercy of Brian. Just a bitch ready to be taken. A blind fold across her eyes and everything was complete.

She wiggled her butt expectantly as she ignored the disappointed voice in the back of her head saying, 'you weren't like this six months ago'.

Instead of the sensation of Brian unzipping her skirt, she was met instead with him pressing his lips across her ear.

"How about we wait a bit?"

It took her a few moments for her to process what Brian meant. With the harness in her mouth however, her arguments only came out as jumbled garbage. Ever since the night in the park, Brian had been begging her to do something just as risky. The thrill of that stranger almost catching them fucking had been very exciting to him. She'd kept telling him she'd think about it but in reality she wasn't sure she wanted to. Fucking in public had felt somewhat exciting but thougts of the shame she'd feel if she was actually caught in the act riffled through her heart. But, it seemed that Brian had decided to take matters into his own hands tonight. With her tied up like this, there was no way for her to free herself without his help.

Despite knowing how pointless it was, she still found herself pulling against the rope that bound her to the table. Garbled noises escaped her mouth as she shouted at Brian only to hear him in turn walk away and exit the house. The sound of the door closing behind him sent a wave of dread over her. Her parents were supposed to be having dinner that night at a restaurant. Dad had said they'd probably be back home sometime around eleven. Was Brian really intending to leave her here like this until it was almost time for her parents to return?

8:25pm, Christmas eve

The smith residence

(Eric)

As he pulled up in his driveway, Eric found it odd that some of the lights were still on. His wife should have been at work and his daughter was supposed to be going out to a Christmas Eve party with some friends of her boyfriend.

"Hello? Anyone home?" He asked as he entered the front door.

As he'd expected, there wasn't a reply from anyone as they should have all been out. Maybe he'd just simply forgotten to turn off the lights when he left. As he took his coat off, he suddenly remembered that in her text, his wife had said something about leaving him a gift. He didn't really feel in the mood for gifts given he'd been stood up that night but figured he should at least check it out.

Entering the dining room, he found himself greeted with a sight that he certainly hadn't expected. His wife was bent over the table wearing a ridiculous yet somewhat sexy nurse outfit.

It took a few moments for the initial surprise to wear off before it was replaced by a sense of joy and excitement. His wife hadn't actually stood him up this year, she'd just been planning to surprise him with this. She'd probably been sensing his discontentment of late and had decided to do this. It was a shame that they'd wasted the reservations but for this?

His cock straining against the zipper of his pants he walked forward and smacked her ass and gave it a squeeze. She jolted forward a bit when he did so and wiggled her ass. Her ass felt a lot firmer than he remembered it being. That was probably just the side effect of not having been intimate with his wife in almost a year. Now that he was standing next to her, he could see that she was also wearing a Santa hat and had apparently cut holes and had pulled her hair out through it. She wasn't really fond of him pulling her hair when they had sex but it seemed she'd relented on that tonight.

"Oh you really out did yourself Carol, can't believe you set up something this risky."

At the sound of his voice, she seemed to become a lot more lively with her movements. Almost as if she were telling him to hurry up and fuck her. He unzipped his pants in a hurry, tossing them along with his boxers clear across the room.

"I fucking love you baby."

Just as quickly unzipped the red skirt she was wearing and pulled it down off of her, tossing it in the same general direction as his pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her pussy was so wet it was glistening under the glow of the lights. He worked himself between her legs and positioned his cock under her, rubbing it against her pussy entrance. His wife had always found it weird that he liked to stroke his cock against her bush before he entered her but she had never really complained against it. There was no bush to be found this time however.

"When did you start shaving? How sad is it that it's been so long since we last fucked that I didn't even know you started shaving."

He smacked her ass in a show of annoyance as he positioned himself against her entrance before sliding it in with a mighty thrust born of need and anger. With how wet she was he slid all the way down to the base of his cock shaft into her. As his cock pulsed deep within her pussy he could feel the walls of her vagina tightening around him.

(Carmen)

Being tied up and forced to wait for when Brian would come back to fuck her was a bit more...exciting than she had anticipated. After what felt like ren minutes, ger thoughts had shifted from what would happen if ger parents caught her tied up on their dining table like this, to how Brian would fuck her. Since the point of all of this was basically for the two of them to fuck and finish before her parents walked in on them, age could just imagine how hard and fast he'd be pounding her. The thought of him ravishing her like that had her pussy juices flowing quite freely in short order. It was long before she could feel the juices flowing down her legs and even up under her, being absorbed by the table.

So caught up was she with the thought of Brian ravishing her like a beast, she had almost missed the sound of the door opening.

'he's back a lot sooner than expected,' she thought to herself.

She wasn't complaining about this however, as exciting as the thought of him ravaging her like a beast before her parents got home was, she really didn't want them to find her in such an act. Especially not tied up against their dining table as she was.

The footsteps grew louder as Brian got closer and once she felt like he was back in the room with her, she started to wiggle her but. Her pussy was flushed with the thoughts she'd been having earlier and now she felt almost an animalistic craving for him to enter her. He smacked her on the ass which only served to make her get even wetter but then he spoke and a wave of fear and dread like none before washed over.

"Oh you really out did yourself Carol, can't believe you set up something this risky."

A panic arose in her heart as she heard him speak. Carol was her mother's name and the voice of the person behind her was that of her father. It wasn't her boyfriend standing behind her as she laid there in that embarrassing position. It wasn't her boyfriend that had just smacked and squeezed her ass. It was her father.

She tried once again to move against the rope that told her tied to the table but this of course proved futile. But what else could she do? With the O ring in her mouth she couldn't communicate effectively with him.

His hand was on her lower back, she could feel him reaching for the zipper of her skirt. With every pull of the sipper tab past the teeth, she felt her heart sink lower and lower into her stomach. He wasted no time at all in pulling her skirt off and then the dreaded sensation came, the feeling of his cock rubbing over her pussy.

"When did you start shaving? How sad is it that it's been so long since we last fucked that I didn't even know you started shaving."

That had to be the saddest and most embarrassing thing she'd ever heard someone say. Given her predicament, this wasn't something she had time to be thinking about as she felt her father thrust his cock into her.

Just like Brian, he wasn't gentle about it. In one movement he slid the entirety of his cock into her. Her eyes bulged a bit as she felt him fill her up. Out of the two men that had fucked her, Brian's had been the bigger of the two and she had thought they couldn't possibly get any bigger than that. But with how her dad's cock was filling her, she could say without a doubt that he dwarfed Brian in both length and girth. He began to pull back for another thrust but not without difficulty as despite her disgust at her father being balls deep in her, her pussy was betraying her by gripping his cock tightly.

He pulled out of her till it was just his tip left before ramming it back in again, harder than his first thrust. She couldn't help but release garbled moans of pleasure as he thrust in and out of her pussy. Each thrust was slow but harder than the last. She could feel a fierceness in him, an anger. Had it really been that long since her parents had last fucked? She really didn't want to think about her parents fucking each other but it seemed like she was currently paying the price for her mother.

He grabbed her hips as his thrusts became shorter and faster and if she didn't know any better she would have sworn that a couple of them had penetrated straight into her womb.

She felt him lean over on her, the weight of him squishing her breasts into the table.

She felt his breath tickling the back of her ear moments before the wet sensation of his tongue. He traced the outer edges of her ear, from the top to the bottom of her lobe before giving it a nibble. A moan started to escape her but was cut abruptly short as his hand closed around her throat.

"I've missed this pussy. It's been so long it feels like a completely different one."

<em> That's because it is! How can't you tell that I'm your daughter and not your wife? </em>

She wanted to scream at him that it was his daughter's pussy he plowing into but was impossible with the fucking harness in her mouth. Even worse, a part of her was enjoying it. Brian had opened her eyes to the pleasures of sex. The roughness of it, the various kinks and whatnot but the way her dad was filling her pussy, the way he was 'punishing' her pussy as if it were her mom's. It was way better than Brian had ever been. Speaking of Brian where was he? Did he just leave and let her dad find her like this?

Carmen wasn't able to ponder about Brian's whereabouts for too long however as her father had just tightened his grip around her throat. He was pulling her up by the neck and she was getting less oxygen than she should have and yet, she could feel a heat rising from within her. Growing hotter and hotter with each passing second, with every thrust from her father. She couldn't believe it, she was actually about to cum from being fucked by her father. She felt a sense of shame and excitement as orgasm built up inside of her before crashing down like a roaring wave. She felt her pussy gushing like a faucet on full blast. She had only ever squirted once before and surprisingly it had been with her first boyfriend. She had never again before now and that time it certainly hadn't been as much as this. The muscles in her abdomen and legs seized up as she gushed. Behind her she could hear her father's sounds of shock. Guess her mother wasn't a squirter. He slapped her on the ass, left cheek, right cheek, repeat almost like he was playing a drum. Her body convulsed, spasming in the aftermath of her orgasm as she felt the faucet between her legs die down to a mere drip. She laid there like a limp noodle, unable to rouse any energy in herself as she felt her father reach his own orgasm. She didn't even have the strength to care that her father was balls deep in her pussy, cumming without a care, filling her womb with his hot cum before he inevitably fell flat on her. The weight of him felt good on her as both of their chests heaved up and down as they exhaustedly tried to catch their breaths.

How much time had passed, she couldn't tell, but eventually her father peeled himself up off of her. She was still blind to the world as he untied her hands from the table. She could hear him muttering to himself as he wondered how she had managed to tie herself to the table like that. With her arms released, she slid off the table and onto her ass like a wet noodle. She felt like she could sleep for days after what he had just put her through but evidently her father had other plans for her.