The Christmas Eve Blowjob (Patreon)

“What do you want for Christmas this year?” you asked your wife a few weeks ago.

At the time, she didn’t have an answer, and you struggled to come up with the perfect gift. It seemed that she had everything she wanted, especially since her sex life had improved so dramatically once she took you up on your suggestion to find a bull that could help make up for your considerable shortcomings as a lover.

You considered telling your wife that she could spend Christmas Eve with her bull if she wanted, but you worried she might find that a terrible idea and you didn’t want to make it seem like you were trying to get rid of her on one of her favorite days of the year. You considered getting her lingerie to wear for her bull, but you’d done that so many times in the five months they’ve been together that it wouldn’t be the slightest bit special. Thankfully, your wife had an answer.

“I’ve decided what I want for Christmas this year,” she said just ten days before the holiday.

“Thank god,” you replied. “I have to say, I was really struggling with ideas.”

She smiled and reached up to caress your face. “That’s okay. The truth is, you’ve done so much for me this year that I would have been happy no matter what you’d done. There is something special I’d like, though.”

“Of course,” you replied. “Anything.”

“I’d like Eric to come to our house for Christmas Eve,” your wife said. “Later in the evening, after dinner. I’d like him to join us for dessert and a drink. It would make me so happy if you made something, in fact. You’re such a talented baker and we can all enjoy it together.”

Your mind immediately ran through a number of dessert choices you could make for your wife and her bull. “I’d love to do that,” you said.

“Yeah? You’d bake for Eric and me?” she asked.

You nodded and your wife’s soft, pillowy lips found yours for a long, lingering kiss that brought your cock to life with ease.

“That makes me so happy,” she said. “That’s only part of what I want, though.”

She stared into your eyes for a few moments and then kissed you again. This time her lips parted and she offered her tongue. You took it into your mouth and she moaned as her fingers moved between your legs and played with your cock through the thin material of your slacks. You weren’t sure why the idea of you baking for your wife and her bull had her so turned on, but you didn’t mind it one bit.

“Wow,” you said. “That was…that was incredible.”

Your wife smiled and kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I guess I’m buttering you up a little bit.”

“Why? What is it you want?” you asked.

“I’ve been thinking about it – about what I want –for a while now,” she said as her fingers continued to move up and down your shaft. “And every time I think about it, it turns me on. I’ve even masturbated to the idea a few times. I don’t know why it turns me on so much, but it does, and I just figured that I’d ask you and see if you were willing to do it for me.”

“Do what?” you asked.

“I…I want to see you…” she stopped as her nerves seemed to get the better of her.

“See me what?” you asked.

She unzipped your pants and her fingers slipped inside and found your stiff cock. She freed it and stroked you slowly as a lusty smile crossed her face. “I want to see you suck Eric’s cock.”

Her request left you speechless. You couldn’t muster a single word. You’d never done anything more than watch your wife and her bull while masturbating and now she wanted you to make the leap to full bisexual play. You could barely wrap your head around the idea.

“I know it sounds crazy,” she said. “I know it does. I know it. But, baby, I can’t stop thinking about it, and I talked to Eric and he doesn’t mind. He said he actually likes it when a wife wants her cuckold to suck his cock. He says it turns him on that a married woman would want to see her husband suck dick, and it turns me on too.”

“But…but…” you said.

Your wife released your cock and took your hand in hers. She spread her legs and pulled your fingers between them until you felt her panties. “Can you feel that?” she asked. “Can you feel hot wet I am?”

You nodded. You could feel the wetness soaking through her panties.

“That’s how wet I get when I think about you sucking dick for me, baby,” she said. “I know it’s crazy. It’s utterly crazy, but I get completely soaked every single time I think about seeing those soft, pretty lips of yours wrapped around Eric’s big dick. I think about sitting next to him right here on the couch and watching your head bob up and down in his lap while you suck his dick because you want to make me happy. I don’t know why, but the idea of my husband being so eager to please me that he’d give a blowjob is intoxicatingly sexy.”

You gently pulled your wife’s panties aside and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was unquestionably soaked and you moved into her with ease, eliciting a beautiful smile and a long, low moan.

“You’re still hard,” your wife said.

You looked down to see that your cock remained exceptionally stiff. You didn’t know if it meant anything other than she’d done a good job of turning you on, but you could see her point. If you were truly horrified, you would have gone soft. You probably would have walked away or at least argued with her. Instead, you were fingering her pussy and wondering if your night was going to end in an orgasm.

Your wife reached down and pulled your fingers from her pussy. She lifted them to her lips and took them in her mouth before sucking with exceptional skill. You looked down to see her fingers quickly disappear into her pussy. You heard the sounds of wetness as she penetrated her tight hole over and over.

Your fingers fell from her mouth and she pulled hers from her pussy and lifted them to your lips. “Open,” she said softly. “For me.”

You opened your mouth and your wife pushed two slippery fingers inside. You closed your lips around them and she smiled and said, “Suck.”

You surrendered to her lust and sucked softly and sensually. She moved her fingers in and out of your mouth. Her other hand found your cock and you moaned at the surprising intensity of the pleasure her slow strokes provided.

“Even watching you suck on my fingers turns me on,” your wife said softly. “I can’t imagine how wet I’ll be when I watch you suck dick for me.”

The moan you emitted was from a mixture of panic and lust. You were turned on, but you weren’t sure why, and the idea of sucking dick – even for your wife’s pleasure – sounded terrifying.

“You’ll do it for me, won’t you?” she asked. “You’ll suck dick for me on Christmas Eve, won’t you? You’ll make a beautiful dessert, you’ll serve it to us along with a lovely drink, and when we’re done you’ll get on your knees and suck dick like a good cuckold, won’t you?”

She stroked you faster and all you could do was moan with her fingers still moving in and out of your mouth. You were so turned on you could barely think straight.

“Say it for me,” your wife said as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. “Please, tell me you’ll suck Eric’s cock for me. Tell me you’ll give him a blowjob on Christmas Eve.”

“I…I’ll…” you came close, but you couldn’t quite get there.

“You can fuck me if you’ll do it,” your wife said. “If you agree you can fuck me right now.”

“I’ll do it,” you said without thinking.

Your wife pulled her skirt up, spread her legs, and laid back on the couch. You stood and stripped out of your pants before moving between her legs and plunging inside her.

“Fuck me, baby,” she said. “Fuck me while I think about you sucking dick for me.”

You fucked your wife and you knew she thought about you sucking dick for her. You came inside her in just a handful of pumps. She didn’t even approach her orgasm.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Don’t be,” she replied. “I didn’t cum, but it’s still nice to have you inside me from time to time.”

“Can I make you cum?” you asked.

She nodded. “Use your fingers. And tell me that you’re going to suck dick for me, baby. Tell me that you’re going to get on your knees and suck Eric’s dick like a good cuckold.”

You pulled out of your wife’s pussy and sat on the couch in front of her. You reached up and used your fingers to stimulate her clit and then you uttered the words she wanted to hear. “I’m going to suck dick for you. I will. I’ll make a beautiful dessert, I’ll serve you and Eric, and when you’re done I’ll get on my knees and I’ll suck dick for you, baby. I will. I’ll suck dick for you like a good cuckold.”

Your wife came almost as quickly as you had, and you couldn’t help but take note of the fact that it wasn’t your cock that made her cum, but your willingness to suck dick for her.

Now you had to grapple with the fact that you’d agreed to do that very thing. You certainly couldn’t go back on it, after all. You’d have to suck dick for your wife now.

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“Dessert was incredible, cuck,” Eric said as your wife cuddled up next to him on the couch. “She was right that you’re good in the kitchen.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“I should be thanking you,” Eric replied. “After all, you baked a delicious dessert and I’m here on Christmas Eve because of you, really. If you weren’t a generous cuck, you probably wouldn’t have been willing to let your wife invite her bull over. I’m lucky that you care so much about her.”

“He really does,” your wife said. “He can be so generous, and unlike most men, he’s willing to admit when he’s not particularly good at something.”

“You mean like how he was willing to admit that he doesn’t fuck you very well?” Eric asked.

Your wife looked at you and smiled before reaching between Eric’s legs and massaging his cock. “That is what I mean,” she said. “Not only did he admit that, he encouraged me to find someone who could fuck me better. He saw that I wasn’t as happy as I could be, that I was getting everything I needed, and he encouraged me to find a man like you, Eric.”

Your wife turned to Eric and they shared a kiss as he slipped a hand under her soft sweater and played with her breasts. She moaned into his mouth while her hand massaged his cock to a full erection and it all happened while you sat across from them and watched with your considerably smaller cock growing in your pants.

“Are you ready to give me the most beautiful gift?” your wife asked you.

You nodded.

“Are you ready?” she asked her bull.

“Damn right I am,” Eric replied.

Your wife unbuttoned Eric’s pants and worked them off. She freed his cock by pulling off his boxers. He inched to the edge of the couch and they both looked over at you.

“Take your clothes off, cucky,” your wife said sweetly.

You weren’t expecting to have to get naked, but it was hardly the first time you’d done so in front of Eric, so you stood and stripped while he lifted your wife’s sweater over her head and slipped a hand into the red lace bra she’d picked out just for him.

“I love it when you play with my tits,” she said.

“You like feeling a real man’s hands on them, don’t you?” Eric asked.

Your wife laughed. “You know I do.” She turned to you and said, “Tell me what you want, cucky. What do you want to do for me?”

You stared at Eric’s cock and then met your wife’s gaze as you said, “I…I want to suck dick for you. I want to give your bull a blowjob.”

“Mmm,” your wife said. “I love even hearing you say that, cucky. You have no idea how much it turns me on.”

You had some idea, actually. Your wife had cum numerous times to the notion since she’d first introduced it.

“Come over here,” your wife instructed. “Get on your knees in front of my bull.”

You stepped in front of the couch and dropped to your knees. Your wife reached under her skirt and pulled aside her panties as you did. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and moaned, once again signifying her lust at your willingness to offer your mouth.

“You really like this, don’t you baby?” Eric asked.

“I do,” your wife replied. “Is that crazy?”

He laughed. “Not at all. There’s nothing wrong with a hotwife wanting to see her husband suck cock. If it turns you on, then it turns me on.”

“Tell him what you want,” your wife instructed.

You looked up at Eric and saw a confident smile cross his face. You hesitated to do as your wife desired. The notion of uttering those words, of telling him that you wanted to suck his cock felt so much more difficult than saying it to your wife. You mustered up the courage, though.

“I…Eric, I want to suck your dick,” you said. Your heart pounded as the words left your lips, but your nerves melted away the moment your wife unleashed yet another beautiful moan.

“Go ahead, cuck,” Eric replied. “Suck my dick. Show your wife what kind of man you are.”

Your wife moaned again as you leaned forward and took the head of his cock in your mouth. The flesh was far spongier than you thought it would be and the taste was actually rather clean and pleasant. You ran your tongue back and forth over the underside of his cock head and then pushed down on the shaft until you couldn’t go any further.

“That’s it, cucky,” your wife said breathlessly. “Suck his dick. Suck his big, beautiful dick like a good cucky. Suck his dick for me. Show me how much you love me. Show me how badly you want to make me happy.”

You pulled back until just the head remained in your mouth again, making sure to leave some of your saliva on the shaft. You wrapped her fingers around the base and moved down once more. This time you managed to fit a little more of him in your mouth and when he moaned for you it felt surprisingly good to know that you were offering some kind of pleasure to the man that fucked your wife with such skill.

“Up and down now, cucky. Really suck it. Really work him. Really give him pleasure. Show that you care about making him feel good. Show the man that makes me cum that you want him to feel good,” your wife said.

You listened as her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy at a wild, rapid rate. You listened to the way she moaned while your head bobbed up and down in Eric’s lap. You listened to his moans, too, and all of it filled you with an odd, unexpected sort of pleasure. As it turned out, sucking dick wasn’t nearly as bad as you worried it might be.

“He’s pretty good,” Eric said. “I think your cuck might be a natural cocksucker. I think we should consider having him do this a lot more often. He looks good on his knees too, doesn’t he?”

“He really does,” your wife said. “I think you’re right. I think he’s a natural. I think he’s found his place.”

You weren’t sure you wanted it to be your place, but the delight in your wife’s voice brought you the same level of joy she seemed to be feeling. After all, her pleasure was what truly satisfied you, and if giving blowjobs brought your wife pleasure then you knew you’d end up doing it whenever she wanted.

“Kiss his balls, cucky,” your wife said. “Kiss and suck his big balls. They make the cum that ends up inside me, after all.”

You pulled off his shaft and dropped lower. You kissed his big balls as your wife instructed. Then you took one in your mouth and ran your tongue over it before sucking gently. You stroked Eric’s thick shaft while doing so and when you looked up at he had a blissful look on his face.

“I love it when a cuck gets to this point,” Eric said.

“Yeah?” your wife asked.

“Absolutely. This is when he realizes exactly what kind of man he is, when he has to come face to face with the fact that he’s the sort of man that will suck dick and balls to make his wife happy because he’s not the kind of man that can deliver a good fucking to make her happy,” he explained.

“You’re not that kind of man, are you cucky?” your wife asked. “You’ve never really been able to fuck me to a great orgasm, have you? I guess Eric’s right. I guess that’s why you’re on your knees sucking his dick and balls for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you said.

Your wife rewarded you with an instant moan. “Holy shit,” she said. “Suck his dick again, baby. Suck his dick and make me cum.”

You happily took Eric’s cock in your mouth as your wife masturbated vigorously. You listened to the cacophony of moans that exited her body and she soon rewarded you with an orgasm while another man’s big dick throbbed in your mouth.

“God damn,” Eric said. “You weren’t kidding about wanting to see him suck cock. That was incredible.”

Your wife smile and leaned into him. “I know. And to think, I still get to have your cock inside me tonight. I still get to cum all over that thick, beautiful dick of yours. I’m such a lucky girl.”

Your wife believes she’s lucky, but you know that you’re the lucky one. You know that she’ll let you clean her when they’re done fucking. You know that she’ll give you an orgasm, too, and no matter how she does it, you’ll know it will feel fucking fantastic.

You know that you’re the lucky one because it’s damn good to be a cuckold for Christmas.