Last year my wife and I attended a Christmas party in a two-story, five-bedroom house.

Most of the couples were married. All of them had been close friends in high school, and had stayed so ever since. I went expecting the usual Christmas-party stuff: a lot of small talk, a gift exchange, catching up with the guys, and good food. What I ended up experiencing was altogether different. Beth and I were one of the first couples to arrive. Shortly thereafter, Pam showed up. I had met Pam before, and though I found her attractive, she had never really caught my eye. She came in wearing a low-cut white Christmas sweater, the kind that‘s all soft and fluffy to the touch, and a midlength shiny satin skirt.

I tried not to look as if I were staring. I didn‘t want my wife getting jealous; after all, it was Christmastime. It turns out that Pam had brought much of the food and gifts for the afternoon, and needed some help bringing things into the house. I volunteered for the task. When she and I went out to her car was when I first realized there was a funny feeling within me that sent my radar on alert. She opened the rear door and asked me to go to the other side to grab a few items. We were leaning over the seat from opposite sides of the car when I glanced up and caught sight of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, clear down to the nipples. Pam also glanced up, and flashed a sly grin as I tried to act innocent. We headed back into the house, but as we entered the doorway with our hands full, she allowed her ass to rub up against my thighs. This time she said, "Excuse me," but again flashed that sly grin.

We went back out to get some bottles of soda out of her trunk. As she leaned forward to reach them, her skirt hiked up just enough for me to see her black silk thong. Without realizing what I was doing, I moved a step closer, and as I did so, she moved back, bringing my prick into position right up to her ass. This time I apologized as she stood up and turned to face me. We were nearly touching when she looked at me and said, "No problem — I kind of enjoyed that." Not knowing if anyone in the house could see us or not, I again tried to act as if nothing had happened, hoping my erection would not last long. We went back inside, unpacked the remaining goodies, and rejoined the party without saying a word.

After about an hour I had to go to the bathroom. The main bathroom was occupied, so I hunted down the bathroom off the master bedroom. The door was just slightly ajar. I pushed it open and went right in. It was a large bathroom, with two vanities, two showerheads, two walk-in closets, and the toilet. Much to my surprise, Pam was reapplying some lipstick at one of the vanities with her tight little ass just about protruding from her skirt. She looked at me and said, "I was hoping you‘d find me here. I‘d like to give you a little gift for all the help you gave me."

I blushed and could feel my heart — and something else — start pounding. "I love presents," I said. She stepped past me, making sure her 36D breasts bumped up against me, and locked the door. As she faced away from me, she drew up her silky skirt. "I was hoping you might help me rub on some of this oil," she said, exposing her entire ass and showing off that black silk thong. I moved toward her, drawn in like a needle to a magnet. I was thinking I could supply my own lotion at this point, but she wasn‘t ready. Pam was leaning over the vanity, and I could see her breasts in the mirror as I stood behind her. She reached back and grabbed my hands. Without hesitation I caressed her firm, well-toned ass as my member throbbed inside my pants, begging for release.

I moved closer and dropped my pants, wanting so much to feel the warmth of her tight, oily body next to mine. Just as my cock brushed her hot skin, she turned and told me she still wanted a little more fondling. Reluctantly I obliged, though it took everything in me to do so. She poured oil in my hands, turned back toward the vanity, and lifted off her sweater. Out came the most incredible set of globes, perfectly curved and very large, with nipples that stood at attention. I slid my hands down between her legs, toward her love box. I could feel the moisture through the silk as I felt my way around. Pam was lightly moaning when we heard a knock at the door. "Is anyone in there?" I was stunned: It was my wife‘s voice.

Pam answered quickly: "Just me. I‘ll be out it a minute."

My heart raced. I heard my wife‘s footsteps going away. Pam took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh. I started to pleasure her hard nipples with my lips, all the while letting my hands feel around her pussy, which was now dripping wet. I sent my thumb up inside her and she groaned with delight. I went down on my knees and pulled her thong down to her ankles. My tongue reached for her warm pussy. I was in sheer ecstasy, thrusting in and out of her opening.

Pam‘s moaning was starting to get louder, but I couldn‘t let that worry me now. She lifted my chin as an indication for me to stand up. As I did so, she unbuttoned my shirt and threw it to the floor; then with her breasts sliding down the front of my body, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and took my eight-inch rod inside her loving mouth, sucking ever so gently, to the point where I wanted to scream with release. She had this way of gently squeezing my sac at just the right moment, causing me to hold back my release.

She pulled me down on top of her, and as our lips met my cock found the object of its desire. Almost immediately we were both writhing like two snakes in heat. I could feel her insides tighten around me. Her back arched and her stomach hardened as her juices poured forth and met mine.

"Merry Christmas," she said as we stood up, smiling at each other. "Merry Christmas," I said to her. I was starting to put on my clothes when Pam moved toward the bathroom door and opened it slightly. When she motioned to someone outside, I thought about ducking into one of the closets. But Pam stepped back in all her glorious nakedness and said, "And now, the present I intended to give you."

In stepped my wife, who shut the door behind her. She gave me a naughty smile, looked at Pam, and then back to me, and said, "Merry Christmas, honey. I see you and Pam started without me."

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