TITLE    : A Christmas Reunion
STORYID  : a-christmas-reunion_2002
SUMMARY  : Wife and hubby reunite on Xmas Eve with friends.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2002-12-13
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


Although this story is about Christmas of 2001, it actually started the year before. My wife, Debbie, and I had been married for about nine years at that time. We'd been together for about twelve having dated for three years before getting married. We have two children, and they were ages nine and three in October 2000 when this story begins.



Deb and I had been facing a couple of challenges in our marriage and I was at a loss for how to deal with them. Though we'd been together for that three years before we married, we had both changed somewhat after our first child was born and after the second things really were different. Of course, some of the changes were physical to us. I had changed from a job that had me on my feet and active most of the day to a job that allowed me to work at home sitting on my butt. The thirty pounds I'd gained coupled with my thinning hair and the gray showing up in my goatee didn't help much. Deb had gained weight with both kids, but had lost most of it right after the birth of our first. After our second was born the weight stayed with her and she had expressed some insecurities about being forty to fifty pounds overweight.



Though our sex life had recovered well after the birth of our first, it completely fell apart after the birth of our second. There were many reasons for this and I had tried to deal with them as best I knew how to no avail. Part of the problem was opportunity. With two kids in the house, our chances to actually have sex were limited. By the time we were alone after the kids were in bed, often we were too tired. Added to the fact that neither of us felt attractive for the other, we were in sexually dire straights with no obvious solution. To be honest, we hadn't even identified some of the problems.



My attempts to resolve the problems and respark our love life failed. I took to writing erotica for my wife, creating tales about all of her most unusual or kinky fantasies. In those stories she enjoyed sex with multiple men, drank cum like a hungry slut (she really never let me cum in her mouth), was a total exhibitionist and talked dirty with the best of them. In all of the stories, to alleviate her insecurities, I made sure she'd been working out and lost the weight she was unhappy with so that her mental images would be pleasing for her. When she expressed some enjoyment of the stories, I wrote more. They sat for months unread.



Her favorite fantasy was to fuck another guy while I watched, and the idea certainly turned me on, so I began to speak more frequently about it when we were in bed together and often our sex was quite pleasurable if we talked while we fucked. Soon though this also failed and we were back to square one: totally predictable, almost boring, sex. It got so bad that she stopped showing me any physical affection at all &#x2013; to include even pats or hugs &#x2013; for fear that I would take it wrong and pursue a sexual interlude with her. This complete lack of affection left me somewhat akin to a love-starved puppy, which didn't help my behavior.



It all culminated in October 2000 when I moved out. At home I felt unloved, unwanted, unappreciated and unattractive. I was grumpy all the time and it was hurting my kids because they didn't understand why dad was also so mean. My wife and I barked at each other constantly and it finally reached a point where I felt we'd all be happier if I no longer lived there. For the first few weeks after I moved out, Deb and I tried marriage counseling. We knew we had some communication problems and we further identified some issues we had with prioritizing each other in our family lives. The kids always came first followed by work, house, pets and friends. We never put each other ahead of everything else. Soon though, even the marriage counseling failed. Within three months of me moving out, we stopped seeing the counselor and I was sure that we were on our way toward divorce.



With nothing better to do with my time, I worked a lot, saved money, and exercised. My right hand had become my sexual partner and it was enough &#x2013; at least for the time being. Every weekend I got to see my kids and as the weeks passed I realized that Debbie must have started working out and dieting too. She was losing weight and looked more fit each time I saw her. I wondered if she paid enough attention to my appearance to realize that I was doing the same?



When we'd been apart for about a year, I got an email from her saying that we needed to meet for lunch. I was worried because I felt sure she wanted to see me so that she could serve me with papers for a legal separation working toward a divorce. In our entire time apart she'd never suggested that we have lunch, dinner, or any other kind of social meeting. Our only communications had been about when I could see the kids and what was going on in their lives. Deb and I seemed to make a point of not discussing each other's lives in any way beyond the kids. So anyway, I agreed to the lunch and we met in mid-October 2001.



When I saw her at the restaurant she looked pretty good. I could tell she'd lost quite a bit of weight and the clothes she was wearing showed off her figure more than she ever had when we'd been together. She'd always complained about tight jeans &#x2013; preferring baggy jeans instead &#x2013; and she rarely wore a shirt that showed off her curves. For our lunch meeting she was dressed differently. The jeans she had on looked as if she'd had to Vaseline the insides of them to get them on: they looked like they'd been spray-painted onto her. The sweater she had on wasn't wool ('cause she's allergic to it) but it had that look and fit her snuggly. It appeared to caress her while she walked and the thought began a stirring in my pants that I hadn't felt in quite some time. She'd cut her hair shorter than I'd ever seen it and moved with a confidence that I hadn't seen in her since long before we were married. My first thought was that obviously being away from me had done her some good.



After she sat down we exchanged small talk until the waiter took our orders and then we made some more small talk until our food came. Before starting in on her fajitas she excused herself to go to the ladies' room and I watched as she walked away. I couldn't see any panty lines and I knew she hated thongs, so I was wondering what she had on under the jeans.



When she got back, as we ate our food, she got to the heart of why she'd wanted to meet me for lunch. This is paraphrased, but the jist of it was:



"We've been apart for about a year now and though there have been some positive changes in my life, I don't feel complete. I do love you and I miss having you at home and the kids would be much happier if you were living there with us. So what this is about is me asking you to come back to us. For us to be husband and wife again and parents together for our children."



"How come it's taken a year for you to decide to have this talk with me?" I asked her. I was confused. I loved her with all my heart but I didn't want to move home just to have things be the way they were before I'd left.



"It's taken me this long to become who I was happy being again," she replied. I thought I understood what she meant, but I guess I wouldn't really know unless I moved back home. She continued. "The thing is, I know you love me. You always have. I know that you'll enjoy who I've grown to become even more than you ever loved who I was before we were married and while we were married." She paused and looked down at her food for a minute before going on. "But I've made some changes in my life that will affect our marriage and I want you to be sure that you're comfortable with them before we recommit to our future."



Now I was even more confused. "Changes? What kind of changes?" I asked.



"Some of my outlooks have changed," she answered. "Some of how I look at myself and relate to the world around me." She smiled and her eyes twinkled. "I'm pretty sure the personal changes I've made will make our marriage stronger, but I want you to have the option to stay or go depending on how you feel about it."



"So what are you suggesting?" I asked. "A trial period of moving back home? That'll just cause more problems for the kids if it doesn't work out."



She took a deep breath before answering and looked like she was climbing a mountain as she did. "I've made arrangements for the kids to spend Christmas Eve at my parents' house," she said. "I want us to spend all of that day together, and attend a party I've been invited to that evening together, and you can stay the night at the house if you want to after the day and evening." Again she met my eyes and hers looked unsure but serious. "If you want to stay, then we'll go to my parents' together on Christmas morning. If not, you can go back to your apartment and I'll go up to my folks'."



I thought about what she'd said for a few minutes and pondered all the possibilities &#x2013; the implications that existed for the future of our marriage. I was happy that she saw hope for us, but still confused as to why it took her so long to come to me about it. Realizing that the time didn't matter, I gave her my answer. "What time do you want me at the house Christmas Eve morning?"



"I'll be home from the gym about ten," she said. I didn't even know she'd joined a gym though I'd noticed her higher level of fitness. "The kids are going to my parents' the night of the 23rd, so you can meet me at the house between ten and eleven if you'd like. We can go to lunch after I've cleaned up."



Half-joking, and half-hoping for some sex for several reasons, I asked, "Do you want me there promptly at ten so I can help you get clean?" She smiled a big smile and as her eyes twinkled she replied, "Be there waiting at ten and maybe you can help me get more messy before I take my shower." The tone of her voice and the look on her face made the message loud and clear: I was invited to be there waiting so that we could enjoy a bout of sex before she got in the shower. The question lingering in the back of my mind was whether or not it would be the same-old same-old predictable sex? Or would her hunger built over the period of that year make her more exciting and energetic? I'd unfortunately just have to wait the next two months to find out.



"I have just one question before you leave," I said feeling pretty bold. She just raised her eyebrows as if to say, "yes?" "What are you wearing under the jeans?" I asked her. I doubted it was thongs, but I couldn't figure out what underwear she'd have on that would show no lines.



She smiled at me for a moment with that devilish twinkle in her eye before answering. "I'm not wearing anything under the jeans," she replied. Before I could say anything else, she said she'd be in touch to confirm our arrangement and then she stood up and left. Watching her walk away, with her sexy ass encased in those tight jeans, and thinking about the fact that she was naked beneath them left me sitting there with an erection and nothing to do with it &#x2013; at least not in the restaurant. I knew what I'd be doing when I got back to my apartment.



For the next two months I worked out harder than ever before. I figured that, if nothing else, if we only had the one day and night together, at least she'd see what she was going to miss if I decided not to stay. I had dropped almost thirty-five pounds since we'd separated and my fitness level was exceptionally higher. Humorously, having lost weight seemed to add length to my dick. In reality, it did since some of the fat I'd lost was around the base of my manhood and that meant more was sticking out. Instead of the 6.5" my wife would get from her "old" husband, she'd be getting about 7.5" from the new. I wondered if it would make a difference in whether or not she wanted me to stay? I reminded myself that she'd already said she wanted me back. She missed me and felt it would be better for our children. We were still in love &#x2013; but had we changed ourselves physically, emotionally and mentally enough to be happy together? That remained to be seen.



The morning of December 24th, 2001 found me waking with an amazing erection, and not wanting things to happen to fast at Deb's house, I took matters in hand before I got in the shower. It took me all of about five minutes to stroke myself to orgasm as I envisioned my wife's newly trimmed body riding on top of me or writhing beneath me. To be honest, I was so horny I got hard when the wind blew, so I knew that no matter how she looked naked or what her attitude about sex might be, I'd have no problem performing. The lingering concern in the back of my mind was still whether or not we were both different enough to be happy together for the long haul? I put that thought aside as I showered and dressed for the day. I made sure that I shaved my cheeks and chin smooth, while neatly trimming my moustache. Debbie had always enjoyed me having a shaven scrotum, so I tended to that in the shower and then lotioned up my smooth nuts and applied small drops of cologne in the creases between my balls and my thighs. At least it would smell good for her if she decided to go there. I didn't want to over dress for our day together, but I didn't want to be under dressed if she decided to take me to the party she'd mentioned scheduled for that evening, so I selected a pair of slacks and a long-sleeve polo shirt. I pulled on a pair of nearly-new walking shoes, grabbed my coat and said goodbye to my apartment. With any luck, I'd be moving out of it sometime in the next few days.



During the almost hour long drive to Deb's, my mind focused more on the potential for sex than it did on the hope for the future. Over the course of the preceding year I'd come to believe that there was no long-term hope for us and that all we might ever have would be mutual sexual gratification when we got tired of masturbating. I wasn't sure what she'd been doing to relieve her needs over that year's time frame, but since she'd never seemed to need sex as much as I did and masturbating had taken care of my needs adequately, I figured she'd been giving her vibrator/dildo a good workout.



I got to the house about 9:45 and saw an envelope taped to the door. Inside was a key and a short note from her. It read: "In case you get here before I do, here's the key. Let yourself in and have a drink if you want. I should be home by 10:15. I look forward to seeing you." I used the key and entered the house. It felt odd to be inside of it after having been gone for so long. Nothing much had changed. The kitchen still looked the same with a few minor decorative changes. From the spare refrigerator in the laundry room I grabbed a coca-cola and made myself comfortable at the kitchen table. Turning on the small television that was on the counter, I popped the top on my soda and watched some of the news.



At about 10:05 I heard her truck pull up in the driveway and I stood to look out the laundry room window that I could see out of through the kitchen door. There was my wife, grabbing a gym bag off of the back seat of her truck and coming toward the house. She was dressed in a pair of black tight pants that looked liked a second skin on her, and a baggy gray sweatshirt that was a couple sizes too big for her. It took me a minute to realize that the sweatshirt was one we'd gotten for her during a summer vacation in years past and it was now too big because of the weight she'd lost.



She looked happy as she bounded up the half-flight of back stairs to the deck and was smiling as she opened the door that I'd left unlocked. She knew I was there because of my car and she knew I was inside waiting since her envelope was gone. Stepping into the house she saw me, smiled, said, "Hi," and then closed the door, locking it behind her.



"Hi," I said back, but I had no clue what to do after that. She had made it clear that I was invited to have sex with her before she showered, but that was two months ago and a lot can change in two months. I wasn't sure how to proceed or even if she still had the same interests.



Stepping over to stand in front of me as I was still sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, she bent over and gave me a kiss. After a year away I was expecting, at most, a quick peck to say hello. I was shaken to the core as her mouth closed on mine, her lips opened and her tongue forced its way into my mouth. The kiss was aggressive and beyond passionate. Her hands held my shoulders and neck as she crushed her mouth against me &#x2013; her lips and tongue seemingly consuming mine &#x2013; as if she was reaching into my heart and taking it out as energy through the kiss. When she broke the kiss and stood back up I was breathing heavy and at a loss for anything to say. I still didn't know what she wanted me to do though it was obvious that she hadn't changed her mind about the sex.



As I sat there bewildered she pulled her sweatshirt off over her head, revealing a sweat-stained t-shirt beneath it. The t-shirt was much smaller than the sweatshirt and stopped just below her waist. She pulled that off too and stepped out of her tennis shoes at the same time. "What are you doing?" I asked incredulously. The last thing I ever expected was for my inhibited conservative wife to start stripping in the kitchen if we were going to have sex. For sure she'd have led me to the bedroom and made sure the blinds were pulled and door closed before she began getting undressed. That was what I remembered. Here we were in the kitchen with the blinds open and she was stripping down as if she didn't care.



"I'm getting naked," she replied as she continued to undress. "You should too, 'cause I want to fuck." I was blown away but not so out of it that I couldn't comply. Recognizing a good thing, I stood up and began undressing as quickly as I could. She was naked before I was and helped me out of my pants as I kicked off my shoes. With both of us naked I was expecting some more kisses accompanied by some hugs and caressing, but once again she blew me away.



Planting her hands on my chest she pushed me backwards so that I sat back down in the chair. My manhood was pointing skyward and she smiled at how erect I was. Without another word, kiss, caress or anything else, she straddled me in the chair, grabbed my length and lowered herself so that she could rub the swollen knob of my cock between the wet lips of her sex. Looking down I saw that her pubic thatch was trimmed short and recognized another difference in my sexy wife. A year had done a lot as I was just beginning to learn.



"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she licked her lips. When I looked up at her face, I saw that her eyes were closed and I surrendered myself to heaven as she further lowered her body, impaling her clutching pussy onto my erection. She took half of my cock in the first down stroke, then moved up some and back down for more. It took her only three up and down motions before she had me buried to the balls. When she was fully seated she began to rotate her hips, putting her hands on my shoulders and pulling my head into her chest. My mouth opened as she guided me forward and closed onto her very erect left nipple. Another moan escaped her throat as she began to pump up and down on me, riding me while she enjoyed my lips and tongue on her nipple.



"Oooh," she said with a giggle. "You've got more to offer than you did before." Those words were accompanied by a hard downward push from her body, which I thrust up against. Together we mated so hard that I could feel my cockhead banging against her cervix.



"I lost some weight," was all I could manage to say.



"I like it," she cooed, riding up and then back down hard again. "It really feels good when you get in that deep." The words gave way to moans and groans, gasps and sighs as we moved together. I thrust up and down as best I could but most of the pleasure came from my sensual wife as she rode herself up and down on my length, all the way up until only the swollen head remained in her hot tunnel, and then back down until her weight forced rivulets of her hot juices to run down my smoothly shaven balls.

<hr pg="2" />Within a few minutes her orgasm was building and I was amazed to see her push her hand down between us, aggressively rubbing her stiff clit to help herself along. Rubbing her clit was something I had always had to ask her to do before, and here she was doing it as if there was no way I could stop her. As her fingers worked against her body, I could feel her passion building and soon words like I'd never heard her speak before began to pour forth from her. "Yeah, that's it," she said hoarsely. "Fuck me deep&hellip; make me cum&hellip; yeah&hellip; make my pussy cum on you&hellip; yeah.. get it&hellip; get it&hellip; yeah! Yeah! YEAH!! ARGHUGKN&hellip;." The sound she made was not one I'd ever heard come from her before as her muscles spasmed and her pussy clutched my length. Her riding all but ceased as her muscles twitched and her hips jerked and I could feel her sex alternately squeezing and releasing my cock as she came on me.



Her eyes were clenched shut and sweat was just beginning to bead on her forehead as the orgasm passed and she eased up how hard she was rubbing her clit. When the climax had fully finished, she opened her eyes to meet mine&hellip; smiled at me&hellip; and brought her pussy-juice coated fingers up to my mouth. Pushing them against my lips she told me to, "Lick them clean, baby&hellip; it tastes so good and I've got so much more." With surprise caught in my throat, but passion still churning my balls as she continued to ride up and down on my cock, I hungrily sucked in her slick fingers, sucking and licking them clean.



When she felt I'd done an adequate job, or until she was tired of holding her hand to my mouth, she took it away and leaned into me for another passionate kiss. It's a good thing she was on top of me and I couldn't talk because I wouldn't have known what to say. Not only was this entirely different from every sexual encounter we'd ever had, but her passion and level of hunger was entirely different from anything I'd ever seen her exhibit before &#x2013; and I wasn't complaining.



As she continued to ride me she began to moan again and it was clear to me that she was building toward another orgasm. "Aaashhhh," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm going to come again&hellip; are you ready to get yours?" Mine was building but not quickly &#x2013; thanks to my having masturbated that morning &#x2013; and I told her as much. "Lasting longer for me, eh?" she asked as she smiled down at me. It was completely erotic to be sitting there with my wife steadily riding up and down the length of my hard cock while she was alternately so passionate and so casual about everything we were doing.



"Absolutely," I croaked out in answer.



"Oh, no," she groaned through her smile. "You need to cum with me&hellip;" With that she stood up off me and turned to bend over the kitchen table. Still trying to overcome my amazement I stood up behind her and accepted her obvious offer by guiding my cock into her from behind. As my cock sank into her, she cheered me on. "That's right," she said as her tits rubbed back and forth on the smooth wood surface of the table. "Pound it into me&hellip; take it&hellip; slam it&hellip; I want to feel you cum deep inside me&hellip;"



I didn't know who this woman was, or what she'd done with my wife in that past year, but I was loving it! In compliance with her desires I held onto her hips and began to thrust my hips against the soft-swell of her ass just as hard as I could, driving the full length of my cock into her wet sex every time. My balls were hanging loose due to the warmth we'd generated and I could feel them banging against her swollen lips every time my hips smacked against her ass and the backs of her thighs.



As she laid flat against the table with her right arm out in front of her to brace herself, she once again reached down with her left hand and began to rub her clit as I pounded into her. In this position and expending more energy, I knew my orgasm would come quicker and I began to work for it in earnest. The only sounds in the kitchen were the mixture of our moans and groans combined with the slapping and sticky sounds of our pelvises as we moved together.



Just as I was sure my orgasm was going to wash over me hers hit and I felt her pussy tightening and relaxing on my cock once again. It was enough to set my orgasm even deeper and soon I was buried as deeply into her as I could get, my cock jetting thick ropes of milky white cum against the walls of her sex. When my vision cleared and I could think halfway straight again, I thought back to the way our sex life used to be. "Damn," I said, catching my breath. "We don't have a towel for the mess?"



"Fuck the mess," she said, as she stayed relaxed across the table. "Let's just head for the shower." Not one to argue I pulled my length out of her, watched as her stretched open pussy contracted and my cum started to ooze from within her. To my on-going surprise she moaned with a smile on her face as the cum started to run down the inside of her right thigh. She put her hand back so that I could help her stand up, which I did, and then she pulled me into a hug / kiss which was passionate, energetic and full of meaning that words would never express. Her embrace was strong as she pulled my body against hers and I returned it just as firmly, one hand full of her sexy ass as my tongue wrestled with hers for domination and control.



Breaking the kiss, she stepped back away from me, smiled, took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to the bedroom we used to share. I could clearly see the cum shining on her thighs as we walked and it was obvious that she was rubbing her thighs together to spread the gooey substance further.



We spoke very little as we showered and dried off, enjoying the feeling of each other's hands as we cleansed ourselves and then the other. When I rubbed the soap over the cheeks of her butt, rubbing it around to build some lather, I was surprised to feel her arch her ass back against my hand, wiggling it so that I was lathering between her cheeks as well as over her cheeks. She moaned deeply as my hands caressed and cleansed her puckered back door and she arched her back to lean back and give me another kiss as my hands filled her with her breasts, rolling and gently pulling on her still erect nipples.



Out of the shower we dried off. She stayed in the bedroom to get dressed but I had to go to the kitchen to get my clothes, which were strewn all over the floor where they'd landed in our passion. When I returned to the bedroom she was finished dressing in casual clothes &#x2013; jeans and another sweater &#x2013; and was blow-drying her hair. Short as it was, it didn't take her as long to do as it did when she wore it much longer. When she was finished with her hair, she put on a soft smattering of make-up and then turned to me with a beautiful smile. "Let's go get some lunch and figure out how we're going to spend the rest of the day." Who was I to argue?



As we drove out to the mall we'd selected, I was careful about what I did and didn't say to Deb. I wanted desperately to comment on her sexual behavior and how different it was, but I was afraid that no matter how I worded it I might sound critical &#x2013; even if I wasn't being that way. I certainly didn't feel critical. My wife had, from what I'd just experienced, become a more adventurous, energetic, aggressive and open lover and I was all for that. My fear was that this change was a result of the year's separation and that once we were back together her old conservative behavior would resurface. I shouldn't have worried about what I did or didn't say &#x2013; she read my mind anyway.



"So," she asked with a knowing grin, "was it better than you remember and as good as you hoped it would be?"



Smiling back because of her ability to read my mind, I nodded and said, "Yes to both of the above."



"It's not over," she smiled. "My outlook on life and how I live it is very different and I've learned to take full advantage of some opportunities." I wasn't sure what she meant but if the end result was intimacy such as we'd just enjoyed, then I was all for it. With a wondering look in her eyes, she continued. "You'll see some of that at the party tonight if you still want to go with me, but I am slightly concerned that you'll be jealous or upset."



"Why?" I inquired. She should have known that there was little she could do to make me jealous. I was always quite proud of her and would be even more so given the changes she'd affected in our year apart.



"My public behavior is different now," she answered me as if she was analyzing a job assignment. "I'm much more out-going than I was the last time we went to any type of party together." She put a unique emphasis on "out-going" and I wondered if there was some underlying implication that I wasn't catching. Still, if she was happier, healthier and we were going to be back together, then it couldn't possibly be bad, right? I said as much and she accepted what I said with a smile. "Just remember," she warned me with that evil glint in her eye, "if you come to the party tonight you cannot tell me what to do or not to do and if you don't like the party you're free to leave without me." Looking at her and wondering about that statement I still said that I was sure we'd have a good time together and that I was looking forward to it.



We passed the day having lunch and shopping at the mall. She continually surprised me by doing things that I'd never have expected of her. One of my favorites was that she pulled me into a lingerie store where she insisted on trying on several different outfits. Some of them were quite revealing and she shocked me by stepping out of the fitting rooms wearing them so that she could ask my opinion. Several other female shoppers nearby and at least one man who was accompanying a woman saw my wife dressed in these scanty outfits. My wife, the super-conservative, we can't do that 'cause someone might see, kind of woman was now the "who really cares what they see? kind of woman. While I stood there feeling like a pervert and smiling at her brazenness, she stepped out of the fitting room in no less than five skimpy outfits, one of which was so sheer that her pubic thatch and perky nipples were easily seen through it. The fact that this performance was making me rock hard only seemed to encourage her further.



Finally she stepped out in a black lace thong and bra set that really showed off her body. Her ass cheeks were fully viewable and she turned for me to see the outfit from all angles and I noticed that the other man was straining to see as well. His wife slapped him on the arm and dragged him away as Debbie and I giggled. When she was done showing off, she stopped turning and pointed her pushed up and out chest at me and asked, "You like this one?"



"I think it's very sexy and compliments you very much," I replied honestly.



"Then I'll wear it tonight," she said with a smile. Before she went back into the fitting room to change out of it, she stepped further out into the store, where damned near anyone walking by in the mall could see her, and gave me a kiss. As she did I felt her hand caress the growing bulge in my pants, heard her giggle, and then she turned to go back into the fitting rooms. I watched her curvaceous ass as she went and wondered what exactly I was getting myself into. Whatever it was, I was loving every moment of it. Debbie had clearly become more confident in herself and was enjoying showing off the body she had worked hard for and was understandably proud of. I was looking forward to whatever the remainder of the day and night would bring.



At about five that evening, shopped out and carrying several bags worth of clothes and other assorted goodies, Deb and I headed "home." With the hope of she and I being permanently back together I'd begun to think of her house as our house again. Once there she asked me to grill two steaks with a comment that we'd both need the protein energy and then she set about preparing the side dishes to go with them. After dinner we cleaned up together and then she said she had to get ready for the party. I still didn't know anything more about it and asked if I was dressed okay. Her reply was, "Sure. What you have on is fine. It won't matter anyway." That left me wondering about the party but sure about my attire.



I sat in the kitchen watching television while she prepared but only because she wouldn't let me come to the bedroom to watch her get ready. "You'll just distract me and we'll end up being late. We have to be there on time," she said. When she came out of the bedroom she was wearing a mid-thigh length skirt and a cashmere sweater, both of which hugged her body sexily. She wore no stockings and I could see in my mind's eye the thong and bra set that we'd purchased earlier that day. If that was truly what she had on under the skirt and sweater, the overall image was sexy beyond words. Her short hair was done beautifully and diamond stud earrings were visible adorning her earlobes. I wasn't sure if they were the ones I'd gotten for her long ago, or new ones since they looked a little bigger. Her makeup was exceptionally well done so that it didn't appear as if she was wearing any. Her rips were ruby-red with lipstick and her legs were wonderfully well toned above the three-inch heels she was wearing. I felt terribly under-dressed but reminded myself that she said it wouldn't matter.



At about seven we left the house, with me driving her truck. She told me that if I wasn't having a good time at the party I was free to leave, and that she'd find another ride home. Apparently several of her friends were also going to be at the party and she was confident that she wouldn't be left stranded should I decide not to stay.



I followed her directions and within thirty minutes we pulled up in front of a large Victorian home that sat right on the river. The curved driveway brought us up to a wide parking area and I found myself parking her truck in amongst about a dozen other cars. Before getting out, my wife turned to me with a serious look on her face and said, "You need to know that I love you very much and that I've missed you terribly over the past year. Some of the people here tonight helped me get through that year and I'm not going to act any different with them now then I did when you weren't with me." She looked at my face to make sure I understood and apparently didn't see anything that caused her concern. "If you're not happy with them, or the way the evening is going, please understand that I plan to stay and have a good time, just as I would if you weren't with me and that I still want you to be home waiting for me when I get there." I nodded to let her know that I would be should I decide not to stay. "I've enjoyed today with all my heart," she said seriously, "and with my pussy," she added smiling, "and I'd like for our lives to go forward together much as we have today, enjoying everything that we each have to offer."



"I agree with everything you've said," I told her. "And I just want us to have a good time tonight so that we can go home together. I've looked forward to falling asleep snuggling with you for the whole year and I don't want to screw it up now."



"That'll happen either way," she reassured me. "Just remember that you're free to leave if you want. I don't want you to feel pressured to stay if you're not having a good time."



"I'll keep that in mind," I said haughtily. As if there was no possible way that I could have less than a good time. Little did I know.



When we went to the door, I was carrying two bags of wrapped gifts that Debbie said were for her friends. I had no idea what the gifts were as she'd purchased and wrapped them prior to my coming over, but I didn't wonder much about it. When she rang the bell it was answered by a butler, dressed in a proper tuxedo, who took the bags from me, relieved Debbie and I both of our coats and directed us to the "Grand room".



I followed Deb, who seemed to know where she was going, into the Grand room and found myself among about a dozen other couples, some of whom I recognized. There were a couple women there with their husbands that I recognized as people Deb worked with. Most of the people there I didn't know, but they all smiled and welcomed me warmly as Debbie introduced me around. With every introduction she gave me a brief explanation as to how she'd met the people, but by the time we were finished I couldn't remember most of it. What I did remember was how she had warmly hugged each and every man that she greeted and how almost every woman was dressed in an extremely sexy fashion. I had come with my wife thinking that she was going to put all these women to shame, and here she was &#x2013; still on a par above them &#x2013; but not shaming them. They all looked like they worked out, as did their husbands to some extent &#x2013; and they were all dressed to show it off, even if in a conservative fashion. Idly I wondered if they all had on underthings as sexy as my Deb had on, but I dismissed the thought sure that I'd never find out unless bawdy conversation revealed such after some drinks had been consumed.



Throughout the introductions I never did find out whose house we were at, and it seemed less important as the evening moved on. The "grand room" that we were in had a high ceiling and a huge fireplace filled with a crackling fire that cast a soft glow on everything in the room. In one windowed corner stood a tree that was every bit of twelve feet tall and perfectly adorned with lights, garland and decorations. Beneath the tree were stacks of presents but I didn't see any that we'd brought with us. Mistletoe was hung in every doorway and as the evening passed I saw Debbie caught by several men as she moved into the foyer or parlor, going to the bathroom and having to pay a kiss to get past. Most of the kisses were quick pecks on the cheek or lips, but one or two of them appeared to be more involved than that. I didn't worry about it. It was Christmas; I was back together with my wife; and she was happy to be with me. What was a kiss?



At about nine the butler clapped his hands gaining him enough silence to announce that it was time to exchange gifts. At that, a man dressed in a Santa Claus suit entered the room carrying a huge bag that was stuffed full and he was followed by another couple of fellows who were also carrying bags apparently stuffed with gifts. The butler explained that no one was allowed to open a gift until they'd all been distributed; that no exchanging of gifts was permitted; and that all gifts had to be opened and shown for all to enjoy. Further, he added, if any gifts were given and proper fit was a concern, it had to be immediately tried on so that everyone could decide whether or not it fit properly. Still thinking that the gifts were all just a friendly exchange, that seemed reasonable to me. I realized that everyone around me, Debbie included, seemed excited and charged with energy as if something special were going to happen. I almost felt like Scrooge as I thought that it was just gift giving and receiving and that we'd done it all our lives.



It took about fifteen minutes for "Santa" to hand out all the presents that were in the three bags and I found myself with four wrapped boxes of various sizes in front of me even though I hadn't bought anyone anything. Debbie had about twelve and it seemed that most of the other guests had the same approximate number. This was going to take awhile if we all opened them one at a time. It seemed that we were to open our presents as couples in clockwise order, starting with the first couple to Santa's left. We were third away and I was as eager as a child on Christmas morning to find out what these near-total strangers had purchased for me.



As the first couple each opened a present all the watchers seemed to hold their breath. The woman's box said "Victoria's Secret" on it and wonderment began to fill me. The man's box was from Hecht's, and I registered that as being not nearly as risqué as his wife's gift. Inside the Victoria's Secret box was a silk house robe that was short enough to stop just below the woman's backside. My mind raced to the butler's admonishment that everything had to be tried on if fit was a question and then his words began to sink in. The husband's box contained a sweater and everyone cheered for it just as much as they had for his wife's robe. Was fit a question here? My heart began to race as I wondered what would be in those boxes Debbie had received? And what was in the four I'd gotten?

<hr pg="3" />As the woman with the robe stood up, Debbie leaned into me and said, "Remember that you can leave if you don't like being here&hellip; but I really hope you'll stay and enjoy yourself." At that point I don't think she could have gotten me out of the room with a six-foot crowbar. I watched as the woman began to unzip her dress and the crowd cheered her on. The dress fell and she was standing there in a white lace slip with a demi-bra revealing creamy white skin on her full bosom. Giggling at the catcalls men were throwing her way, the woman tried on the robe and tied it at her waist to show everyone that it fit with no problems. Then, instead of removing it and repacking it, she sat down with it on and folded her dress to fit in the gift box. Her husband, though I hadn't paid attention, had put on his new sweater after having removed the one he'd worn to the party. All eyes now turned expectantly to the second couple in line.



The gifts for the second couple were as exciting but still were unusual. The woman had received an erotic board game that required eight or more players and the husband had received several containers of scented massage oil. The woman opened the game and read some of the cards. They were quite explicit and commanded a variety of sexual acts to be performed from licking a partner's ear to making love to a partner in various positions. Some suggestions were called out that we should start the game immediately or that the husband should have to test the oils right then but they were over-ruled by the calls for more gifts to be opened. It was now Deb's and my turn.



Smiling at me she picked a box labeled from a man whose name I didn't recognize, and I opened the first box within reach. With the wrapping pulled away I saw that Deb's box too was from Victoria's Secret and my heart sped up once again. My box was from Sears and I was relieved to see that I wouldn't be losing any clothing to try on something else. I watched as Deb pulled the lid off her box and my mouth fell open when I saw the baby-doll night that it contained. Sky blue in color with matching thongs, I knew the outfit would look riveting on her, but I didn't know where she could go to try it on, nor was I sure she'd be comfortable wearing it for all this crowd to see.



Everyone shrieked as she held it up and I leaned over to ask her, "Do you really have to try that on now?"



"Yes," she giggled excitedly. "Where?" I asked, looking around. "In the&hellip;"



"Here," she interrupted me. Her eyes met mine and I could see the look in them. This was what she meant by telling me I was free to leave but that she was going to stay and enjoy herself. Part of losing weight and becoming more confident had involved support from her friends and the openness that all of her friends seemed to enjoy. Two seats away in this room full of people sat a woman in a short silk robe and her underwear &#x2013; apparently to remain that way for the rest of the evening. Now my wife had received a sexy outfit as a gift and she intended to comply with the "rules" by changing into it in front of everyone and wearing it for the remainder of the evening. It was crunch time. Go or stay. If I left I felt that I'd be disappointing her. If I stayed I wasn't sure I wouldn't choke on how proud and open she'd become. But it was what I'd always wanted for her&hellip;



Smiling at me when she saw the decision in my eyes, Deb leaned into me for a passionate kiss, to which everyone cheered, and then she stood up to begin changing. My hands pulled the lid off my box as I watched my wife pull her sweater over her head. Absent-mindedly I reached into the box and pulled out something cloth that was in there as I watched Debbie unzip and push down here skirt, no standing in her heels, thong and bra for the whole room to see. The catcalls were loud and some of them quite crude, but she didn't seem to mind. The flash of reality that hit me when I realized that she'd be able to wear neither the thong or the bra under the baby doll outfit was like a hammer between my eyes &#x2013; and a spurt of surging fluid between my legs. As Debbie reached back to release her bra, as all the men watched, the women began catcalling at me and what I was holding. It was only then that I looked down and realized that I was holding a pair of flannel boxers covered with pictures of Santa Claus and reindeer.



As Debbie's bra popped off to a rousingly loud cheer from the men, she looked down to see what I'd gotten and began to laugh so hard that she nearly fell over onto me. Everyone in the room began to chant, "Take it off; take it off" &#x2013; the men for Debbie and the women for me. Oh, well, I thought. This was what I'd gotten when I decided to stay. I stood to undress and watched as my wife took a deep breath and then pushed off her thong. The cheering got louder, though I didn't think that was possible, and comments were called out about her "soft mouse" and "warm beaver".



By the time I'd gotten down to my underwear, Debbie had pulled on the thong and baby doll outfit &#x2013; and the effect of it left me embarrassed to pull of my underwear. I shouldn't have been really &#x2013; the tight cotton material was doing nothing to hide my erection and it only grew further as I watched my wife turn and twirl, showing off how she looked in the light blue sheer material of the baby doll top, the barely existent thong that was easily seen beneath it.



Taking a deep breath of my own, I pushed down my underwear and stood up as proud as I could for the whole room to see my erection. To my surprise, everyone in the room cheered &#x2013; men and woman alike. Taking that as a good sign, with a flourish I held up the holiday boxers and put them on, adjusting them with great drama until my hard-on found the opening and poked through. Hamming it up I pretended that it was an accident and quickly tucked it back in. Together Debbie and I bowed to our audience and took our seat to watch more gifts being opened.



By the time we were through, several hours had passed and every woman in the room had changed outfits at least twice. All of the men had received a pair of underwear of one type or another and so we were all sitting around checking each other out in skimpy clothing. Debbie ended up in a very sexy leopard skin bra and panty set that fit her quit well and my fourth box had contained a different pair of boxers: these had a button fly so that my erection quit poking through.



As late as it had gotten I thought the party was over, but there was apparently one thing left to do. The couple who had received the erotic board game had gotten it from the home's owner. As I learned, that was the man in the Santa suit and his wife, dressed as a very sexy elf in a green silk, appeared from upstairs about half way through the gift opening. She sat and squirmed on his lap, teasing him unmercifully and adding to any discomfort that he might already be experiencing thanks to all the half-naked sexy women in the room.



At any rate, since the board game had come from the party's host, we were required to play one round of it before the night would be declared over. Opening it up we found that it required rolling dice, and picking cards to determine what sexual act the player would perform on or with the partner of their choice. By unanimous vote, it was decided that, for the purposes of the game, we would all exchange partners with the couple next to us and we counted off to determine odd and evens. Odds traded with the evens and we would have partners for our game. This took me by great surprise, though I suppose it shouldn't have, and I once again wondered if I should have left earlier. My cock told me no as I watched my wife step confidently over to the man next to us and his wife stepped over against me.



The man my wife had joined, named Tom, was an inch or two taller than I was and built roughly the same. He might have been a little leaner, but I was more muscular over all. His wife was about Debbie's height of 5-07, but more roundly built. Her name was Allison, or Allie for short, and she had ended up wearing nothing more than a long t-shirt that said "I Swallow" on it. With a big smile she gave me a hug, pressing her belly against my aching hard-on, and then she kissed me with a little bit of quick tongue. Over her shoulder I saw Tom in his red silk boxers greet Debbie much the same way though the kiss lingered slightly longer. I saw Debbie flush with what I knew was excitement and found myself quite eager for the game to begin.



The first "new" couple rolled the dice and picked the indicated cards. On the woman's it said "Lick your partner's ear" and on the man's it said, "Lick your partner below the belly button". When they read them out loud a cheer went up for them. The woman smiled at the man and straddled his lap, rubbing her thong clad crotch against his black bikini bottom clad manhood as she tongued and licked his ear for about two minutes or so. Everyone cheered for them as she did so, both of them rocking their hips together, rubbing and moaning at the contact. When the woman stopped licking the man sat up and, holding her around the waist, with her legs locked around his, he slowly lowered her to where she was laying on the floor.



A new cheer went up as he slowly licked his way down the valley of her breasts, across her flat stomach, tickled her belly button and then continued licking down. I watched in amazement as he licked across the silk covering her sex, rubbing his nose where her clit would be, and then tonguing the inside of her thighs. I didn't know how far he would go with the woman's husband right beside him watching, but there didn't seem to be many limits here and I was as eager as everyone else apparently was to see him lick her pussy. Answering any questions about how far this would go, the woman reached down and pulled the silk of her panties aside, baring her shaven pussy for the man to lick and bringing a loud cheer from the audience. My cock couldn't have gotten any harder and my heart was racing as I watched the man lick, suck and tongue-fuck the woman's pussy as her moans grew and her hips gyrated. Finally with a loud groaning rush of air she announced that she was cumming, the announcement of which was immediately followed by the thrusting of her hips which he tried valiantly to hold onto.



He kept licking while she came and he didn't stop until she reached down to push his head away and the cheering began once again. She smiled up at her husband, and then down at her partner, and then sat up as he did and they met in a kiss. The kiss was clearly full of hunger and passion as she tasted her pussy from his mouth, causing a cheer to go up once again.



The next pair rolled and picked cards and the outcome was not as juicy. Hers read, "Rub your partner above the waist" which I guess would have been more fun if he'd picked it, and his read, "Kiss your partner passionately for two minutes." To make the best of it, she rubbed his bare chest, pulling on and tweaking his nipples, rubbing his shoulders and while doing so, rubbing her panty-clad pussy on his thigh. When she was done, she straddled him fully and they kissed, grinding together through what little clothes they had on, for the two minutes allotted. Then it was my turn with Allie.



We rolled the dice and picked the indicated cards. I held my breath as she read hers to the room. "Kiss you partner below the waist." My cock bounced as my heart throbbed and I thought about this woman's mouth on my manhood as Debbie stood right next to us and watched. Then it was my turn to read. "Suck your partner's lips for two minutes." It didn't specify which lips and I immediately assumed I could suck whichever set I wanted. Allie didn't appear to be disagreeing. "At the same time," came a cry from the audience. "Yeah!" cheered another. I looked over at Debbie to see her with her arm around Tom, his arm around her, and both of them laughing at their spouses as we prepared to 69 on demand.



Allie was giggling as she pulled her t-shirt up, revealing her sexy ass and carefully trimmed bush. I realized that I needed to lose my boxers and immediately did so, freeing my cock which pointed at Allie's bush as I stood there. The idea of fucking her crossed my mind, and I wondered if anyone would really complain? Allie whispered that I should lie down and I complied with my cock now pointing skyward, watching as she straddled my head and then squatted down above me.



The way I was laying I could look up at Debbie's face, see her pussy through the sheer crotch of the thong she was wearing, and then by barely adjusting my focus, see Allie's naked, wet, pink pussy as it lowered toward my mouth. When she was in position above me, and remembering that I had only two minutes, I heard someone say, "Go!" and I immediately laid my lips to hers. I felt her mouth engulf my cock and wondered if I could cum in two minutes. I doubted it since I'd already cum twice earlier, but you never know.



Her pussy was delicious and I didn't waste time, delving my tongue deep into her only once, I sucked her clit between my lips and began lashing it quickly with my tongue. If I could, I was going to get her to cum on my face in my time allotted.



My moans of delight mingled with hers as we both worked fervently to please each other. Her mouth was hot around my length and her tongue worked hard back and forth as she bobbed her head up and down. I was in heaven the first time she lowered her head to suck my full length in, and the swollen knob of cock nestled against the back of her throat. I heard Debbie yell, "Yeah, Allie! Deep throat!!" That started the chant of "deep throat, deep throat" and spurred Allie to continually pump my shaft in and out of her mouth, fully taking me to the balls every time. The sensations were electrifying but I was nowhere near cumming as I focused my concentration on her erect clit.



With my lips locked against hers and my tongue dancing on her clit, Allie had quickly begun to build to orgasm and was showing signs of it through her pumping hips. I was holding onto them as best I could, sucking harder and tonguing faster and then reaching around to slide a finger into her wetness. I wasn't sure if this was allowed by the rules, but no one complained&hellip; in fact, everyone cheered and my wife seemed to be cheering the loudest!



The timekeeper yelled "Time!" just as Allie started to orgasm against my mouth and I decided to ignore him to continue pleasuring her. What was he going to do? Tell me to leave? I was sure there was no punishment involved in the game and I kept up my tongue-lashing of Allie's sensitive nerve-bundle until I was sure her orgasm had passed. I could hear Deb's voice cheering me on and that turned me on all the more. I don't think my cock could have swollen to be much larger at that point and I could feel Allie's juices flowing freely from within her hot box down across my cheeks and chin.



That's when I found out that there were indeed penalties involved. It seems that the rules of the game took such a refusal to obey time limits into consideration, and provided for consequences, though I'm not sure who they were for. Our host read from the box top, reciting the penalty rules of the game.



"If any player refuses to immediately cease the requisite action from his or her gamecard upon the proper command, then said player's spouse-slash-partner will be penalized three minutes of intercourse with the player of the Game Controller's choosing. The person designated by the Game Controller can choose whatever type of intercourse he/she chooses and the position it shall be collected in, given consideration for the comfort of the paying player."



Putting the card down, "Santa" looked around the room for a moment and then settled his eyes on Tom; Allie's husband and my wife's partner for the game. "I choose Tom to collect the penalty," said Santa. "It seems only right since his wife was the one who suffered the violation of the rules." Everyone cheered their agreement. The man had made it sound like I'd caused Allie some discomfort when everyone around us clearly recognized that she'd enjoyed one hell of an orgasm. Then again, I thought to myself, this is all about just having adult fun&hellip;



As I watched, with Allie standing next to me, the musky smell of her drenched sex wafting into the air around us, Debbie and Tom prepared themselves for the event. Deb to accept the "penalty" and Tom to deliver it. At that moment I realized that Debbie was a completely different woman than the one I'd left the year before. She was confident, comfortable with herself in every way, had opened up sexually, and was prepared to lose me forever if it meant that she'd have to give up any of what she'd earned. Standing there excited and jealous at the same time, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't give her any reason to ever want me to leave and I was determined to help her continue enjoying herself however she saw fit.



At that moment, having stripped out of her new lingerie and now standing gloriously naked in this room full of watching couples, she saw fit by obeying Tom's order to lay down on her back on the sofa, putting one foot up on the back of the arch and the other foot down on the floor. The murmurs of the crowd quieted as Tom knelt on the sofa between her wide spread thighs, holding his erection and stroking it lightly for all to see. It didn't look much longer than mine, if at all, but the head appeared bigger and the shaft appeared maybe a little thicker. Whether he was actually any larger than me or not, I knew that Deb would enjoy the fucking she was about to get&hellip; even if it only lasted three minutes.



As Tom stretched out over her, one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his manhood aimed at the obviously wet and spread lips of my wife's pussy, Santa yelled, "Go!" Debbie had her hands on Tom's hips and immediately began pulling him forward into her, and he worked just as quickly, pushing his cock into her depths as hard and deep as he could with each stroke. I could hardly breath as I watched my wife get fucked by another man, my brain reminding me that I'd just been in a 69 with the man's wife.



Debbie's hunger for Tom's pounding cock was clear as the muscles in her arms moved and tightened, pulling his hips harder and faster with every thrust. For his part, Tom's ass clenched and released with every thrust and pull, their pelvises slapping loudly with every deep penetration his cock speared into her. As I watched time seemed to stand still, but I knew it wasn't and it seemed even too soon to me when Santa yelled "Time!" When the commanding voice reverberated through the room to stop, Tom's cock was buried in Deb's sex, their bodies mashed together and their passion on high hold. Everyone stood still and quiet for a few moments as we all wondered what was going to happen. To comply with the rules of the game, Tom had to stop. Obviously neither he nor Debbie wanted to stop and the rest of us were certainly enjoying watching. I wondered if even pulling out meant that Tom had violated the rules and he'd be stuck there until some event in the game allowed him to move?



Debbie solved the problem through her panting breath. "Chad?" she called out clearly.



"Yes?" answered the man in the Santa suit.



"I don't recall opening a present from you tonight," Debbie said. "That's because I haven't distributed them yet. I was going to hand them out as everyone left."



"This is what I want as my present," Debbie said. "I want Tom to finish this." Tom was visibly trembling with desire and I admired his restraint.



"What does the assemblage think of this idea?" Chad asked the crowd. The response was a loud cheer of "Go for it!" Chad nodded his agreement, which Deb and Tom saw, and they immediately began their thrusting again. Though my eyes were fixed on my sexy wife as she received a good fucking from Tom, all around me I could hear people moving and the sounds of sex beginning. Looking around I saw that all the couples, not with their spouses but with their partners for the game, were all getting involved in the act.

<hr pg="4" />Allie, who had moved behind me, reached around and began to stroke my cock as we both watched our spouses fuck. "Doesn't she look lovely?" Allie whispered in my ear as her hands delighted me.



"And then some," I agreed.



"She was worried that you'd be mad or uncomfortable with this and that she'd lose you again," Allie told me softly. It was then that I realized how close Debbie and Allie must have become for Debbie to confide in her and that led me to the thought that Deb had probably been with Tom before. As Allie continued stroking me I tried to answer her coherently, but I'm not sure how clear it came out.



"I'm not mad at all," I said in a hiss of pleasure. "I've always wanted her to be happy with herself, with me, with us and how we lived." I could feel my orgasm building and from the way Debbie and Tom were moving it looked like they were both getting close too. "If this is what makes her happy," I continued, not sure how much longer I'd be able to talk, "then I am happy to support her in it."



Just then I saw Tom's back tighten along with his butt and legs as he buried himself into Debbie and moaned out that he was cumming. That was what pushed Debbie over the brink and I watched as her hips moved rhythmically against him as together they pulsed around and in each other, cumming and reveling in the explosion of pleasure. My own orgasm was still building and was imminent when Deb's eyes opened, her head turned and she looked right at me. "I love you," she said with a smile.



"I love you, too," I managed to groan with a smile of my own.



"Cum for me," she said, egging me on. That was all it took. As Allie seemed to stroke in the perfect rhythm, my cock spat rope after thick rope of milky cum, most of it landing a couple feet in front of me. When my climax had passed, and my vision cleared, I realized that Tom and Debbie were no longer on the sofa. Instead, Tom was behind Allie who was still milking my wilting shaft, and Debbie was standing in front of me, so close that one of Allie's strokes brushed my cockhead against Debbie's belly.



The smell of sex was all around us and I couldn't help but wonder what might happen next. Stepping right up against me, Debbie put her arms around me for a hug and a tender kiss. I felt Allie stepping away behind me and knew that she was enjoying something similar with her husband. After our kiss, Debbie leaned her head back just far enough to look into my eyes. "Let's go home," she said softly.



"That sounds great to me," I smiled back at her. As she backed up a step and turned to walk away from me, I assumed to get some clothing on, I felt Allie grab my shoulder from behind to keep me in place.



"Two things," I heard Allie whisper in my ear. I nodded to let her know I was listening. "First, she loves you and wants you to be with her forever." Again I nodded to let her know I understood. In a more mischievous voice Allie continued, "Second, doesn't she look just so sexy with Tom's cum running down her thighs?" As I nodded my enthusiastic agreement, I chuckled at her humor. Allie's hand moved and I started to step away but she caught me again before I could move. "One other thing," her soft voice said. "Just wait till the New Year's party."



Debbie and I drove home together &#x2013; to what was our home once again for the first time in fourteen months. We spent the night cuddled up and made glorious love in the morning before getting up. The kids were elated to see me when we arrived at my in-laws and Deb made it clear, without saying as much, that we were happily back together to stay.



That was two years ago and I can't say I've been disappointed by my wife in any way since then. She is fantastically sexy; a great mother; a wonderful housekeeper; a magnificent lover and, in general, the best life's partner I could ever ask for. Talk about a great Christmas present&hellip; 

