“Well, I still have to wrap a few
presents, so I packed some wrapping paper and ribbons…”
Daphne giggled, hugging her. “You
have a dirty, evil mind. I love it!”
* * * *
The girls dissolved into a fit of
giggles at the door, fumbling with the deadbolt as Doc continued to knock.
“C’mon, Carrie, it’s me!” he
called, pounding the door with his fist. “Don’t make me get out my keys…”
Carrie winked at Daphne as she
turned the lock and slowly swung the door wide. He saw Daphne first, wearing a
wide, red velvet ribbon like a sash, a loopy bow attached, falling to her hip.
She was completely nude.
“Hey, what’s up, Doc?” Daphne
stood with her hands on her hips.
“Uh… wow… actually… my cock.” Doc
gulped, glancing at his wife as she slipped an arm around Daphne’s waist. She
wasn’t wearing anything at all—not even a ribbon or a bow. “All of a sudden.”
Carrie turned, capturing Daphne’s
lips with hers, their mouths slanting, tongues playing right out in the open.
Carrie heard the door swing shut as Doc stepped fully into the entryway.
“What…” Doc’s voice was faint.
“What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like?”
Daphne’s blue eyes flashed mischievously, cupping his wife’s breast in her
hand. “Want to join us?”
“Does Santa wear a red suit and
say ‘ho-ho-ho?’” He dropped his suitcase and his jaw as they both went to their
knees in front of him. Carrie unzipped his jeans and Daphne pulled them down,
but they both got to his cock at the same time, and he’d spoken the truth—he
was hard. Invitingly hard.
“Here,” Carrie offered, licking
her lips but pointing his cock toward her friend’s waiting mouth. “You first.”
Daphne took her gift, letting
Carrie guide his cock into her mouth, both women looking up at Doc, who was
gazing down at them with a dazed expression on his face, like he’d just walked
into a dream—a really, really good dream.
“So big and hard,” Daphne purred,
tonguing the tip, licking Carrie’s fingers as she took him fully into her
mouth. Doc groaned as Carrie leaned in, joining her friend, their tongues
meeting over the head of his dick, fighting for it.
“We need to get to a bed before I
die,” Doc protested.
The girls laughed and then it was
a race up the stairs, both of them leaving Doc struggling with his pants down
around his knees at the front door. By the time he got into the bedroom, both
of the women were kissing on the bed, the red ribbon and bow hung over the
bedpost.
“Oh wow.” He stopped in the
doorway, his pants up now, but still undone. They looked up at him, blonde and
red hair falling over their breasts. He waved them on, shaking his head.
“Please, don’t let me interrupt!”
Carrie smiled at her husband
before turning her attention back to Daphne, licking her nipples hard, showing
him. Doc slipped his jeans and boxers down again, circling around the bed, his
cock already in his fist as he watched his wife sliding down to lick her
friend’s pussy.
“Come here,” Daphne urged,
reaching for Doc. He let her grab his cock, tugging him onto the edge of the
bed. “Oh god, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“You want that big hard cock?”
Carrie teased, her tongue making circles around Daphne’s clit. “He’s going to
fuck you so good.”
Doc groaned at her words, cupping
Daphne’s breast in his hand as she pumped him closer and closer to her mouth.
She licked her lips, looking up into his eyes as his fingers dipped low on her
belly, walking that line of red hair toward her pussy.
“She’s wet for you,” Carrie
assured him, watching as her husband slipped his fingers past Daphne’s
threshold, testing the waters. She knew he wanted his cock there, and she
wanted to watch him fuck Daphne too.
“Can I have her?” Doc asked her
permission, holding his breath, and Carrie nodded, rolling to the side.
“I want you to,” she whispered,
crawling up to kiss her friend, feeling Daphne’s body tense with anticipation.
“I want to watch.”
Doc moved between Daphne’s thighs,
parting them with his own, rubbing his cock up through her slit. His gaze was
hungry, full of longing, but he glanced again at his wife for reassurance.
“Do it, baby,” Carrie urged. “Put
it in her. Tell me how it feels.”
Doc swallowed, shifting his hips
forward and sliding slowly into Daphne’s waiting pussy.
“Ohhhhh,” Daphne moaned, turning
her face toward Carrie, her eyes widening and then half-closing at the
sensation. “Oh my god, he feels so good!”
“Doesn’t he?” Carrie murmured,
kissing her friend’s cheek, stroking her breast, her areolas even more puffy
than usual, her nipples rising, turning dark pink. She glanced up at her
husband, who bit his lip and held still, thighs trembling. “How good does she
feel, baby?”
“Not as good as you.” He winked,
slowly beginning to move inside of her. “But ohhhh… fuck… almost!”
“Yessss!” Daphne rolled her hips
up to meet his cock, fucking him back. “Oh god, it’s been so fucking long since
I had a nice hard dick...”
“Mmmm.” Carrie slid her tongue
over Daphne’s nipple, making her moan even louder. She couldn’t take her eyes
off her husband’s cock, the length of him disappearing again and again into her
friend’s wet pussy.
“You okay?” Daphne bit her lip
and looked at Carrie.
Carrie nodded, kissing her in
response, feeling Doc’s hand moving over her thigh, up between her legs. She
couldn’t believe how okay she really was. It was more than okay—it was more
than exciting. It felt right, somehow, as if some circuit had been completed
between them.
“I want to taste you.” Daphne
cupped her friend’s breast, tweaking her nipple. “Come in my mouth while he
fucks me. Please. Please, come sit on my face.”
She couldn’t resist. Doc’s eyes
brightened as he watched his wife straddle Daphne’s face, the redhead wrapping
her arms around her hips, pulling her pussy to her mouth. Carrie moaned softly,
looking at her husband, seeing his cock disappearing into Daphne’s pink flesh,
and nearly came instantly.
“Hold me,” she whispered, leaning
forward, feeling his arms go around her, his mouth slanting across hers. They
kissed as Doc fucked her best friend, rocking them all on the bed, and Daphne’s
tongue madly worked her little clit, her guttural moans filling the room with
every deep thrust.
“Oh baby, she feels so good,” Doc
groaned, hips pumping faster, harder. Carrie wrapped her arms around his neck,
grinding her own hips in rhythm, mashing her pussy against Daphne’s eager
tongue.
“Does she have a nice, tight
little pussy?” Carrie asked, feeling him shudder at her words. “You should
taste her, Doc. She’s soooo sweet.”
He groaned, his eyes meeting
hers. “Lick her. Do it. Now.”
“Mmmmmm!” Daphne managed as
Carrie sank down to take her friend’s clit between her lips.
Doc grabbed Daphne’s long legs,
pushing them wide and back, giving Carrie lots of room. She stretched her
tongue out, teasing her friend’s clit, nudging it to and fro, hearing Daphne
moan and lick and suck at Carrie’s pussy with even more fervor. Doc was fucking
her hard now, his face a mask of torture, his expression almost grim, and she
knew he was holding back.
“I want your come,” Carrie
demanded, grabbing his thighs, her nails digging in. “Come all over her cunt
and let me lick it off, baby!”
“Oh fuck,” Doc whispered, his
cock squelching in the swelter of Daphne’s dewy little pussy. “I’m gonna do it
for you. All for you, baby. Are you ready?”
“Yes!” Carrie hissed, using her
fingers instead of her tongue on Daphne’s clit now, watching her husband’s cock
slamming roughly into her flesh. “Yes! Give it to me! Now! Now, Doc, now!”
He pulled out, grabbing his cock
in his fist and aiming, hitting her cheek with the first jet of his cum. Carrie
gasped, feeling it dripping down her face as he shuddered and thrust into his
hand, his cock a white-hot fountain of cum, exploding over Daphne’s quivering
pussy. He gave a low growl, his hips pumping faster with each surge, leaving
thick masses of cum dripping down her cleft.
“Lick it off,” Doc demanded, but
Carrie already was, lapping up the peppery taste of it, swallowing, and going
back for more. Daphne gasped and bucked, her thighs trembling, but she didn’t
move her mouth from Carrie’s clit, determined to take her to climax.
And she was close, so very close.
“Oh god,” Doc groaned.
Watching his wife eat his cum
from Daphne’s wet cunt, he slid his still-hard cock back into it, and both
women shuddered, unable to hold back anymore. For Daphne, it was the feel of
him sliding deep into her pussy, and for Carrie, it was the sight of it. The
moment was like a long, sustained high note, and they both rode the wave for a
long time, whimpering and writhing and pulsing with pleasure.
“Am I dreaming?” Doc wondered out
loud as the girls re-situated themselves on the bed, kissing and touching in
the aftermath of their mutual climax.
“Welcome to your vacation,”
Daphne teased, glancing up at him still kneeling on the bed, his cock refusing
to go soft at the sight of them together.
Carrie looked up at her husband
with all the love she had for him in her eyes, giving him back the gift he had
given her.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
* * * *
Carrie was having the sexiest
dream. Daphne was melting like a peach in her mouth and Doc was pounding her
from behind, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust,
punctuating their fuck.
BANG-BANG-BANG
She was almost to her peak, her
pussy spasming, juicy and wet, Doc driving into her, relentless…
BANG-BANG -BANG
She woke up coming, her orgasm
throbbing her awake, finding Daphne asleep between them, Doc snoring on her
other side, an arm thrown over the redhead’s hip.
BANG-BANG-BANG
That’s when she realized the
banging was real—it was the front door.
“Fuck.” She swore softly, tearing
off the covers and bolting out of bed.
Doc sat up, startled. “What?”
“The door!” Carrie mock-whispered
over Daphne’s still-sleeping head, pulling on her robe and rushing toward the
banging sound. He was pulling on his boxers, one step behind her down the
stairs. “Doc, is it your parents?”
“Carrie, wait!” he called, trying
to catch up, but she had her hand on the doorknob before he could say anything,
unlocking the deadbolt and pulling it open.
She couldn’t have been more
surprised to find Wilson standing there, a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder
and a grin on his face.
“Wilson?” She blinked. “What are
you… doing… here…?” She hesitated, understanding slowly dawning as she glanced
back at Doc, seeing his sheepish grin.
He wrapped his arms around her,
winking conspiratorially at Wilson. “Merry Christmas.”
“Where is he going to sleep?”
Carrie wondered out loud, watching as Wilson flicked water at Daphne, both of
them laughing and jumping waves in the surf.
“I thought he’d be in the extra
bedroom,” Doc tilted back a bottle of Coors and grinned at her. “When he wasn’t
in our bed.”
“But Daphne’s in there.” She
watched the two of them diving under the waves. “I guess he’ll have to sleep on
the pull-out sofa.”
Doc shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll
work it out.”
She gave him a side-long look.
“So your plan was for him to… what… sleep with me?”
“I thought that’s what you
wanted.” He put his beer on the table between them.
“Oh Doc.” She leaned over and
kissed him. “You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
He grabbed her chair, pulling it
closer and kissing her again. “Anything at all.”
“The thing is…” She put her arms
around his neck, breathing in the scent of him. “Turns out, I didn’t want
another man.”
He raised his eyebrows,
surprised. “You didn’t?”
“No… you were right.” She laughed
at his mock-shocked expression, eyes wide, jaw dropped. “I wanted another
woman.”
“I knew it.” He reached over,
pulling her into his lap, his hand moving over the cup of her white bikini,
thumbing her nipple and making her shiver.
“And
you,” she whispered, wiggling in
his lap. “Always you. Forever you.”
“You couldn’t get rid of me if
you tried.” He slid an arm around her waist, his other hand creeping down the
back of her bikini bottoms. “I’m like a fungus. I grow on you. And cling… and
cling…”
He groped her breast, her ass,
her pussy.
“Creep!” She laughed, trying to
slap his hands away.
“But now we have a bit of a
dilemma, you know.” He nuzzled her neck, kissing the tops of her breasts, his
breath warm on her skin.