My Wife’s Christmas Affair
Introduction:
I know nobody really talks like this… but it’s a story. Enjoy!
Curiosity of this unexpected warmth began to nibble at my thoughts. She certainly wasn’t this affectionate while dancing with her a just over half hour earlier. Where had she gone, I wondered.
Intrigue finally won over as I pulled away to look into her eyes. They were tender, filled with love and emotion, yet there a hint of uncertainty. Or, was it a mischievous glimpse I saw? I cautiously asked where she had gone. Her answer would change our love life forever.
Christine and I have been married for 16 years. We have adored each other, and have reveled in each other sexually. I was her first and only love, and she had remained faithful throughout our marriage. Because I was the only partner she had ever been with, she had been rather prudish when it came to sex.
I, on the other hand, had a dark fantasy. I wanted to see her make love to another man. I wanted to watch her body tighten and teem with ecstasy bestowed by an amorous and passionate lover. I don’t know why, but I wanted to. We had talked openly about my fantasy, but she had always rebuffed the idea of it becoming a reality.
So, where did she go, I asked her. She brought her left hand around my neck, pulling her lips close to my ear. I could feel her breathy response. “I did it”, she whispered. She kissed my earlobe and paused for a minute to let it sink in. “I had sex with another man and his semen is still inside me.”
WHAT? Who with? my mind began spinning, and how? She hadn’t been gone that long. Emotion flooded through me as the realization of it hit me. I felt a good deal of shock, wonder, and confusion in her actions. There was a tinge of jealousy in her infidelity, and hint of anger of having been left out. But there was even a little bit of admiration of her, and a small pride in knowing I had what someone else wanted. The biggest surprise to me, however, was the immediate and hardest erection it gave me. What she had done had turned me on!
Christine felt it too, growing out between my legs and pressing into her tummy. She must have taken it as a sign of approval, because she giggled and moaned softly as she rubbed her body against my hard-on more firmly. This wasn’t the kind of behavior appropriate for a corporate Christmas party though. She knew it too, and before I had time to ask anything she turned around and began pulling me from the dance floor. We stepped carefully through the crowd, with my hands on her waist, hiding the bulge in my pants between our bodies.
She guided me out to the lobby and found a deserted sofa. As we sat down she snuggled in my arms. “Are you surprised?” she asked. “Duh!” I thought, and couldn’t really come up with an adequate answer. She replied for me, “I’m probably more surprised than you are, though. It just happened, but I didn’t intend for it to.”
“Who was it with?” I asked. “And how? I mean, you weren’t gone that long.”
“First, though, are you mad at me?” Real concern and worry showing through her eyes. I assured her, and took her hand, carefully placing it over the bulge in my pants and replied, “does that feel like I’m mad at you?” She gave me a soft squeeze and I could feel her anxiety dissipate.
“Well, do you remember Richard? He’s Amy’s husband.” Ah, I thought as I nodded, as things started clicking together faster than she could talk. My name is Alex, and I’m the Director of Human Resources for the corporation. I knew Amy from the Sales department; she was a cute blonde in her early thirties, 5’6” and petite. She and her husband, Richard, were from out of town and the company was putting them up in the same hotel that the Christmas party was held at.
“I’d met him a couple of times and gotten to know him at other parties we had come to,” Christine continued. “Being the odd spouses out, we had talked and had a few drinks together. I liked him, and found him attractive, but never…” she sounded as if she were choosing her words carefully. Richard was good looking, or so I’ve been told by other female co-workers. He’s 6’2”, mid thirties with a square set jaw and thick dark hair.
“Tonight was different, though,” she went on. “I had bought a new outfit, for your eyes only, and had been wearing it for you tonight.” My eyes lit up at this new revelation, and her eyes sparkled. “I’ve been feeling extremely sexy and hot,” her index finger started trailing down my shirt. “And lonely…”, she added softly. “That’s one of the reasons I wanted to go home earlier.”
Ah, again, I understood as my mind was quickly working. During the last dance before she disappeared, she acted pouty and sullen, and she mentioned wanting to go home. I blew it off as the night was still early and the party was just getting going.
“But I thought you were having fun,” I said, feeling a little confused. “You were dancing with all those guys…” I remembered seeing her out dancing to fast songs with several of my co-workers, and it looked like she was having a good time. Again pride filled my head thinking of having what other’s wanted. Christine was stunning. She was in her mid thirties, but looked ten years younger. She was 5’4”, slender, and had perfect breasts. She seemed oblivious to the stares other men gave her, instead always smiling at them with an infectious smile.
Tonight she was especially gorgeous. She was wearing a smooth, black satin evening gown that showed her curves beautifully. Her blonde hair pinned up in a bun and a gold and black gemmed necklace accented her smooth neck and shoulders. Then I realized something, she had looked seductive. Whatever she was wearing underneath her gown had been affecting her, and it was contagious to the men she was dancing with.
“I was having fun,” she replied, pulling me back to the moment. “But then I danced with Richard. At first I was only dancing to fast songs, saving the slow ones for you.” My ego went up a notch. “But Richard asked me for a slow one, and I accepted. His body felt strong and warm, and his blue eyes were steady. As he pulled me close, I could feel his hard rod pressing into my body, which kind of shocked me. Even so, I started having these thoughts and desires…” she paused to consider her next words, “but it felt a little uncomfortable with them.”
“At the end of the song I felt a little faint, and he asked me to sit with him. At first I declined, but went with him anyway thinking I needed a break. We talked briefly, and he told me he thought I was beautiful. I was flattered, of course, and started feeling a little flustered. I needed a drink. I started to get up, but he being the perfect gentleman, got up and offered to get it for me. He was gone for a few minutes, and when he returned he simply set my drink on the table, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and whispered in my ear thanking me for dancing with him. Then he was gone…
“I realized he seemed a little nervous and shy, but thought nothing of it. When I picked up my glass, I understood why. He had left behind a little present.” She looked up at me intently, seeing the curious look on my face. “Are you sure you want me to continue?” she asked. “It gets pretty graphic from here.” For a moment I was almost unsure, but I was spellbound. What did Richard leave her? How did my sweet and innocent wife end up in bed with him?
“Yes,” I assured her. “I want you to tell me everything.”
“Everything?” she asked.
“Everything. Every little detail.”
“Okay,” she snuggled closer in agreement. She pulled a small piece of carefully rolled paper out of her bra. Appropriate place for it, I mused. She opened it slowly. “He left this, along with a keycard to his hotel room. At first I was unsure what it was, but after reading his note, I knew.”
I took the note from her and read it. It was written in beautiful penmanship, almost as if he had prepared it beforehand. “Christine, you are an incredibly gorgeous woman. I have such a strong desire for you, for your body. I want to experience ultimate pleasure with you. Please, will you come to my room at 9pm and give yourself to me?”
“He has a way with words,” I said.
“He has a way with more than words,” she smiled. “At first though, I couldn’t believe it. My heart was racing. It was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life, and one of the most frightening. He wanted me. He desired me. But I was married. My first impulse was to run; run away and leave the key and note behind. I scanned the room frantically, wanting to give them back to him, but he had gone. And there was only 15 minutes left until we were supposed to meet.
“I sat there for a while, conflicting thoughts and emotions running through my mind. I thought about we had become friends and my attraction to him. I recalled the romantic dance I had with him this evening, along with the protrusion I felt through his pants and the strong desires it created in my body. And then, I considered of your fantasy, that you wanted me to be with another man.”
“Wait,” I interjected, “I wanted to watch you with another man. There’s a difference.” Feeling a little let down.
“Well, do you want me to tell you about it then, or not?” she sounded a little resentful.
“Yes,” I resolved after a moment, “at least having you tell me about it is the next best thing to watching. I might not have been there to see it, but I can still imagine it.”
“Well then, you said you wanted every little detail. I’ll just have to make sure you can imagine it clearly, does that sound good?” She returned impishly.
“Yes, it does,” I replied, feeling a little more placated.
She went on, “And remember, I did try to get your attention to take me away from here. Before deciding if I wanted to be with him, I tracked you down and danced with you. I asked if you would take me home.”
“Yes, you did,” I said pliantly. I reflected on the dance we had together, realizing why she was so sullen. I was her escape from the situation, I could have taken her away from having to make the decision, but I was too intent on other things. “So what happened after you left?”
“Well, since you didn’t take me home, I had determined I wanted to be with him, but now I was really nervous about it. You were the only man I’d ever been with. I felt like a virgin, exploring new territory, and was unsure about what would happen. I began wondering if I would please him and if he would like me. It was incredibly exciting thinking about it, though, and could feel I was getting wet between my legs.
“As I went up to his room, I didn’t even know if he was still there. I was five minutes late. I stood outside his door and hesitated putting the keycard in. Here is my chance to change my mind, I thought. But, I couldn’t go all the way up there to back out then.
“I put the card in, and opened the door. The room beyond was dark, and I actually felt disappointed. He was gone, I thought. I walked in and let the door close behind me, letting the darkness close around me. Then I heard him, soft movement behind me. I stood still, not knowing what to do, or think. I felt him draw closer. I wanted to turn around to face him, but he carefully placed his hands on my waist, keeping me still. I could feel the heat of his body against my back. He softly leaned down and kissed my neck and shoulder. I could feel his heated breath tingling my back as he continued his kisses. My heart was pounding, and my body felt faint at the touch of his soft lips against my skin.
‘I was starting to think you weren’t coming’, Richard said softly.
‘I almost didn’t,’ I replied, my voice breaking from a nervous desire.
‘But you did, and I’m happy you did.’ he whispered confidently into my ear as he kissed it and then proceeded kissing my cheek and down my neck. I felt flattered and helpless in his arms.
“I could resist him no longer, and turned in his arms. Leaning up I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. He stopped just short, savoring the moment of our first kiss. I could feel his minty breath on my luscious lips. I could smell musk mixed with an earthy emanation of desire from his body. Slowly he drew me in, our parted lips slowly touched as the heat from our bodies began feeding an impassioned fire. Time seemed to slow, the earth stopped spinning, and the darkness in the room burst in unseen lights as our mouths melt together. Mmmm, Alex, his kiss was incredible,” she said looking up at me.
I could tell by Christine’s heavy breathing and soft moan that she had enjoyed kissing Richard. She leaned her head back, her lips parted, and she touched her finger to her lips as if remembering. She looked so delicious I had to kiss her myself. I leaned down and touched her lips to mine. She returned my kiss, and there was a renewed life there, a missing spark that ignited and flamed. I knew I was still her man.
“Well, obviously something more than a kiss occurred,” I said, hinting for her to continue. My imagination was in overdrive.
She smiled slyly, having picked up on my hint. “Well, while we kissed I started running my hands over his body. It was still dark, but I could tell he was wearing a heavy fleece bath robe. As my hands continued exploring, I began to understand why his body was producing so much heat. His robe was open in front, and he had nothing on underneath, nothing at all. It aroused me more than I thought possible when I realized that.
“I pressed into him as my hands began exploring his bare body. I could feel his muscular chest, his soft sides, and around to his smooth back. I felt his strong hands in return, caressing my body over my dress. His hands moved around my sides and flicked lightly across my bosom. I heaved my chest, lifting to allow him greater access to my breasts. As he cupped each breast in his hands, and squeezed lightly, an extraordinary sensation tingled down my torso and grew between my legs. I was in heat, and could feel my whole body preparing itself to receive him.
“Receive him? Receive what? I wondered as we kissed. I had felt his raging erection pressing into my belly as we had been feeling each other, and now my attention was directed toward it. I wanted to touch it. I ran my fingernails lightly down his back, feeling him shudder at the sensation. Slowly my fingers worked their way around front to the primary source of his heat. It pulsed as I lightly touched it. It felt massive as I stroked it in the dark; long and thick and ribbed. A slippery solution flowed freely from it’s tip. It felt like a volcano shuddering, trying to control it’s eruption. And I craved for that eruption to happen deep inside me.
“Wait, I’m married. My mind cleared for a moment as I broke away breathlessly. We both are. I shouldn’t be thinking things like that. I shouldn’t even be here. But it felt so good being in his arms, and it felt ‘right’ in a unexpected way. It felt genuine.
‘Christine, you are so beautiful and sexy’ he panted, seeming to sense my reluctance. ‘I want to see your body. Will you show it to me?’ I didn’t reply at first, but I was powerless to say no. And the more I thought about it, the more I actually wanted to show it to him. I finally nodded against his head in anticipation.
‘Actually, I’m wearing a special outfit I bought for Alex, do you want to see it?’ I invited.”
She paused her story and looked at me for a reaction. I admitted feeling a little envious at knowing he got to see her surprise first, but I was too wrapped up in her encounter to notice. “So what are you wearing underneath?” I asked curiously.
“Well, you’ll find out,” she grinned playfully and went on. “Richard turned on a small lamp, filling the room with a soft light. It was the first chance I had to see him since he left me his note. He had wrapped his white bath robe around him covering his body, but he was gorgeous. His face was filled with desire and I could tell he was enjoying himself.
“I pulled the strap of my dress suggestively down my shoulder, prompting him to continue it for me. He came to me with his eyes fixated on mine and slowly unzipped the back of my dress. He removed my dress in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor. He visibly inhaled as he saw my body swathed in my lacey lingerie, accenting my breast curves and pussy mound.”
“So what are you wearing exactly?” I interject again.
“Well, I could show you,” she offered with a sexy smile, “but I don’t think this is quite the right place for it,” looking around and seeing other people off in the distance. “Or we could go home, but I’m just about finished with the story.” I sensed there was something more to what she was saying, but it eluded me.
“Okay, just describe it in detail for me. Then you can tell me the rest of your experience.” I said anxiously.
“Well, it’s a bustier made with a black satin-like, sheer lace. It ties up the front with a black ribbon-like cord,” my eyes followed, and my mouth watered, as she traced her finger from her cleavage down her belly. “It fits tightly, and supports my breasts perfectly.” Her chest heaved to emphasize her full bosom. “It has four garter straps on the bottom corners that attach to my thigh-high stockings,” she added as she waved her hand down her luscious legs. “Those you can obviously see.”
“But the prize of my ensemble is the tiny G-string panties. It’s a tiny triangle made of the same see-through black laced satin and it barely covers my pussy lips. I trimmed and shaved myself, too, to improve the view,” she blushed slightly as she said it.
“And did Richard enjoy the view?” I asked rhetorically. I knew the view she was referring to, and knowing what it did to me each time I saw it, I could imagine Richard’s excitement in seeing her for the first time.
“Well,” she sighed furtively, “he didn’t really have much time to enjoy seeing the outfit. The next thing I knew is we were under the covers together making out. He had shed his robe, granting me an excellent view of his massive phallus, before he lay on top of me with his naked body. It looked bigger and harder in the light than it had felt earlier.
“His naked body was delectable atop me. I could feel the full power of his need for me, and I was his for the taking. He kissed me deeply and longingly, and I could taste his lust for me. He worked his way down my neck and chest and commenced pulling at the strings that held my bustier together. He worked assiduously on the cord, feeding it through the ties, adoring and fondling my body as he did so.
“I was in a trance as he unclasped the last restraint. Time seemed to stop again as the material slowly uncovered, revealing my curved breasts and nipples. My heart was thumping in my newly bared chest, knowing he was only the second man ever to lay eyes on them, and he gave me a husky moan of approval. I raised my arms above my head, granting him full access to his unmistakable intended targets.
“I audibly gasped as he commenced his caresses on my breasts, and lay beneath him in a dreamlike state of desire and rapture. I clasped his head in my hands to draw him more affectionately to me, savoring the feeling of his soft, wet lips on my passion hardened nipples. It was incredibly arousing as he worked his way back and forth to each breast, my body responding wantonly to his expert handling. He had begun stirring strong sensations deeply in my loins.
“He seemed to unconsciously perceive my need as I sensed him slide up my body. I instinctively opened my still stockinged legs to give him a better position. I felt the head of his shaft press into me, but was restrained by the thin material of my panties still between us.
“My pussy lips were extremely wet and swollen as he slowly thrust up into me, stretching the satin lace that prevented him from entering me. He continued to drive into me gently, with his slick lubricant causing him to slide the length of my already wet panties, rewarding my slit and titillated my clitoris each time he did so. This, along with his fervent caresses on my breasts, generated an immensely stimulating and profound effect on my body. I tingled and throbbed. I hungered and yearned. Most of all, I needed more.
“Apparently Richard felt the same way as he ceased his ministrations and sat up with an inquisitive look on his face. He saw my gartered stockings were not going to allow my panties from coming off without a lot of work. Simple, I saw him smile as I reached down between my legs and unsnapped the crotch snaps. I pulled the love soaked material away, granting him access my most intimate secrets, using my fingers to open myself even wider.
“Richard took the opportunity to touch me and to look at me, and I mean, to really look at me. He looked as if he were trying to memorize the face of a long lost love as he tenderly stroked his finger along my passion engorged erogenous zone. Had he not looked so fascinated and adoringly at me I would have blushed, but instead, it made me want to give myself to him even more. And it was time to.
“His fingers tenderly brushed against mine, as my fingers were still entwined within my freshly opened panties, and he continued to fondle my puffy wet lips and clitoris. My fingers were near enough to feel the heat from his ragingly hardened member, and slowly I reached up and lightly caressed it in return. Then I softly gripped it in my fingers, and gently positioned him at my entrance, granting him admittance to my body.
“Everything else had ceased to exist as I felt his glans breach the threshold of my inner sanctum. I arched my back in sheer pleasure as my body began to accept him. He penetrated me slowly, sheathing his rigid shaft further within me with each thrust. Slowly he lay down on me as he continued inside. Soft moans of delight escaped my rounded lips and his breathing was ragged as he groaned in desire. He shuddered in ecstasy as his final plunge buried his massive organ deep within me, sending waves of euphoria throughout my body. Our bodies had become one.
“As we held that still position with him deep inside of me I could feel the pulsations of his throbbing rod. I squeezed my muscles in return, relishing the erotic sensations inside my body. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and caressed his soft skin and sinewy muscle as we kissed tenderly in a profound acceptance of each other.
“He began slowly thrusting and our bodies began rocking in unison. The carnal stimulation intensified from the heat created by the full contact of our lust. Blood coursed through my veins like drums beating to a primitive rhythm. The drums beat louder and faster as the tempo of our bodies increased. Time had long lost its meaning. Nothing existed outside me and my lover. And the crescendo of the drums continued to beat their exotic cadence in my head.
“After time and space had passed away, the drums finally ceased their beat as he pressed his pelvis against me and paused at the deepest point. He looked deep into my eyes, asking the forbidden question with his gaze. I appreciated the respect he showed in allowing me to make the choice. I knew it wouldn’t make me pregnant, but even if it could have, I was so lost in him there was only one answer.
“A small nod from me was all it took as the catalyst to his incredible orgasm. I felt his powerful muscle throbbing as he began spilling drops of his warm, precious fluid deep within me. It felt like a raging volcano erupting within me, powerful forces creating intense and exquisite sensations deep within my loins. Those overpowering sensations were magnified as my own climax began, sending me into a state of rapture that transcended the physical senses. I felt as if I were floating among the vibrant light and refulgent energy created from the throes of our lust.
“I loved hearing his animalistic groans of delight in harmony with the ethereal cries of passion that I realized were escaping from my own mouth. I savored the waves of ecstasy that overcame me, with each successive wave taking me further beyond anything I had previously known. Wave after wave of dreamlike pleasures and delectable sensations continued to fill and consume my body.
“Eventually the waves began to slow and finally stop. We lay still, our bodies in full contact, trying to catch our breath. As we lay there we kissed longingly, sealing our union, and basked in the afterglow of our desire.
“At last he grew soft and pulled out. He gently drew my panties over to cover me, patting my mound as he did so, trapping his seed within me. We lay in each others arms and talked briefly, but I knew I needed to return to you. So, I dressed and came to find you. Then you and I danced, and well…”
“Wow”, I said breathing heavily. “That was quite the story. It made me so hot I’d take you right here and now if I could.”
She smiled mischievously as she reached into her bra and pulled out a hotel keycard. Is that what I think it is? my eyes lighting up.
“How does making love to me on the same bed that Richard did sound?” She looked longingly in my eyes, watching my expression fill with anticipation. “We have the room alone until 10:30pm, after which he…” she paused demurely, beginning to blush, “well, that is if you want to fulfill your fantasy by watching in person …” she left the question hanging.
“Really?” I asked, sensing her unexpected eagerness.
“Besides,” she breathed hungrily, “he told me someone needs to take care of Amy while he makes love to me all night.”
What?? I’d forgotten about her. Imaginations of Amy’s cute naked body began filling my mind as we got up and began walking arm in arm up to their room.
