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 Christmas Day mf, cuckold, cheat by Brob

   It happened this last Christmas.  A Christmas I'll not soon forget to be
sure.

   Jim and I don't have any immediate family living nearby, so we had
invited some neighbors and friends over for Christmas dinner.  There were
maybe 15 of us in all.  A wonderful day of Christmas cheer, some sports on
TV, and a number of bottles of good wine.

   We started the day around noon.  Jim, not normally a wine drinker, never
seemed to have an empty glass.  Looking back on it now, his friend from
work was the one who kept everybody's glasses full.  His friend Stan is a
bit cocky but a really nice guy, good looking and maybe 35 years old.  His
wife was out of town visiting family for Christmas but he had work
obligations so he was destined to spend Christmas alone.

   There was a lot of laughing, lots of toasts to the holidays and such. 
The day went flawlessly, too much food, and quite a few bottles much wine.
The last of the neighbors and guests left about 9:00pm, leaving just me,
Jim, and his buddy Stan.

   Jim was on the couch watching football, actually he had been for quite
a. After most of the guests had left Jim tried to get up, but staggered and
ended up right back down where he started.  Me and Stan, laughed at his
being over-served, but he seemed fine there on the couch.  I was a bit
tipsy too, but it felt good.

   Stan offered to help me clean up.  I was impressed with his doing so. 
We did talk quite a bit as we worked in the kitchen.  We could hear the
last of the football games playing in the other room where my husband was
by now sleeping it off.

   My kitchen isn't all that big, and Stan and I found ourselves in close
quarters a bit.  It wasn't even something I noticed at first, but looking
back at it without the wine haze in my head, Stan was working closer to me
than needed from the start, taking any opportunity for a touch on the arm,
or a hand at the small of my back.  I wasn't complaining.

   Stan is quite the charmer.  We spoke and joked and laughed, all the
while getting everything put away.  I had never met him before that day and
asked about him and his wife.  He spoke very highly of her, and lamented
having to go home to an empty bed.  I joked in reply that Jim may end up
sleeping it off on the couch, so my bed would be empty too.

   That was pretty much the moment I realized the chemistry going on in the
room.  This guy was hitting on me!  He had been for a while, but I just at
that moment had clued in on it.  That was when he reached around me for a
dish towel.  I was standing at the sink, as his arm moved past me, his body
pressed into mine.  It was nothing overt, but obviously he was pressing
against me more than called for.  Hs chest was against my back, I felt his
hips against my bottom.  And...Oh geez.  He was hard!

   I got kind of flustered, and said something about needing to get Jim to
bed.  Stan, still helpful, offered to assist.  He was such a nice guy, I
began second-guessing what I felt, maybe I had imagined it.  Oh but my body
was on fire!

   Jim never fully woke up I don't think, but the two of us got him into
the bedroom and into the bed.  I couldn't have done it alone.  I was
reaching across the Jim, adjusting a pillow, when I felt his hands on me.

   No hesitation, no question of the intention here, two hands, sliding
down my hips, cupping my ass as I was leaning over my sleeping husband.  I
don't know why I didn't just turn and slap him, but I didn't.  God it felt
good!  I heard myself moan.  Literally out loud!

   When I felt him tugging up my dress my breathing just stopped.  I was
frozen.  I couldn't believe this!  I was standing here literally laying
across my sleeping husband and I was letting this man that I had just met
do this.  It felt so wrong, and sooo sexy!

   His boldness was overpowering, and I felt myself welcoming his touch. 
By the time he pulled aside my panties they were already soaked.  I can't
remember the last time I had been so wet.  When his fingers found me I
don't think he had any doubt I wanted him.

   I leaned down farther, my breasts pressed into my husband's stomach as I
heard the zipper behind me and knew what was coming.  Oh how I wanted it!
How I needed it!

   I think I was cumming the instant he pushed into me.  I don't think that
has ever happened.  It was the absurdity of it all, the wrongness, the
danger.  I pushed back into Stan, wanting him deeper.  I wish I could tell
you he had this huge thick cock, but it was't as big as Jims by the feel of
it.  Still it felt wonderful.

   I twisted my hips, and squeezed him wanting him to fill me up.  I didn't
have to wait long, I came for my third time in about 5 minutes as his cum
flooded into me, biting my lip trying to keep from calling out.  I reached
down and squeezed his balls, feeling them pulse as he filled me up.

   I lay there, still half on top of my husband if you can believe it.  My
feet were still on the floor, my dress up around my waist, my ears ringing,
my heart thumping....with another man's cum deep inside of me.

   I felt Stan pull himself from me and wipe himself on my ass and my
panties.  I heard him zip up as I lay there catching my breath, wondering
if this really happened.  I heard the click of the front door as Stan let
himself out.

   "What a slut" I thought to myself.  I just let this almost stranger use
me as his little whore.

   Just then, Jim's hand moves around and pulls me up to kiss him.  I could
taste the wine in his drunken kisses.  "You coming to bed sweetie?" he
asks, hand cupping my breast.  I ran my hand down his belly, finding him
already stiff..

   "Yes, honey, and I've got something for you" I thought as I slip my
dress over me head and climb onto the bed...