Cerise is a pro at making a man feel interesting, attractive and definitely aroused. I like to watch her flirt. She always thinks she’s awkward and weird, but she isn’t.

She moves her petite hourglass frame

like she’s mesmerizing her prey. Because she is. My wife is a tight little package of laughter, sparkly green eyes, dark hair and a smile that can make any man feel like the king of the world.

She turned that charm on Dean one night at a

Christmas party, and he was putty in her hands. He held his long-forgotten beer and listened to her regale him with tales of long-ago holidays. Like the one when she was 18 and her neighbor caught her in the garage jingling Santa’s bells.

Santa had been her boyfriend at the time, and he was dressed for the occasion. With the exception of his red furry pants being puddled around his ankles. And she, dressed as an elf, on her knees sucking his dick. “I’m thinking that was a shock,” Dean said. I stood there, nursing my own beer, watching them and trying to ignore the fact that my dick was hard. I wanted to see her on her knees for him. I wanted to see him stuffing his cock in her mouth. I wanted to watch him make her come.

And then I wanted to give her my own Christmas treats.

“I like to think I delivered some festive joy,” she said, with a laugh and a shrug.

Shrugging her shoulders did amazing things for her tits. Not that they needed any help. They’re magnificent.

She caught me watching her and smiled.

I would have said it was impossible, but my dick got even harder.

I approached them and said to Dean, “Merry Christmas, my friend.”

“You, too, man. You have a great wife here.”

I put my arm around her and squeezed. I kissed her temple, and then slid my hand down to her ass and gave it a friendly squeeze.

I lowered my voice and replied, “I do. And I was wondering if you’d like to see exactly how great she is.” He offered me a confused smile.

Cerise leaned in, revealing a line of cleavage that was beyond tempting.

“He’s asking if you’d like to come home with us. If you’d like to…see how good my elf skills are.”

Dean didn’t hesitate. Not for a second. Good man.

He followed us home in his truck.

Back at our place, my wife’s little black dress was  hiked up around her waist and she was running her  fingertip over her clit as she sucked his dick. Her head slid forward and back, making her dark hair sway. She was gorgeous. She was amazing. And she was mine.

I leaned against the wall, lazily stroking my cock and watching Dean fuck my wife’s mouth.

His hand was tangled in her hair, but his thrusts still pushed her back as he eagerly drove into her face.

Cerise pulled back with a deep breath, stroking his cock with her fist. She sucked the tip of him and then used her eager tongue to swirl all along his shaft. I knew firsthand how good that felt — like wet, slick, warm heaven.

Her elf skills were just perfect.

He went to slam back into her mouth, and she shook her head.

“I want you to fuck me. Take me,” she said.

He looked overjoyed. He held out his hand, and she took it, rising from the floor with all the dignity and grace of a queen.

She put his hands on the ties of her dress, and he pulled until the bow came unfurled. The dress fell open, revealing her body. The most beautiful gift.

She was braless. Beneath her dress was only a small pair of black panties and thigh-high stockings.

My cock jerked in my hand.

After she finished undressing, my wife climbed on the bed, making sure to face the foot, so I could see her face and she could see mine.

He got on the mattress behind her, and the movement made her breasts shake. She licked her lips and winked at me.

I winked right back.

Dean smoothed his hands down her ass cheeks. He took a moment to really study her beauty, to really take her in. His fingertips skated along her skin, as if relishing the feel of her, worshiping the perfect form before him.

Smart man.

I stood there, stroking my dick and watching him gear up to fuck my wife.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed it as he trailed the fingertips of his free hand along my wife’s shapely thighs.

Cerise trembled and sighed. She stayed there on her hands and knees, patiently waiting for him to enter her.

Finally, Dean slid his cock inside her. He did it slowly, again savoring the act.

As his length disappear inside Cerise, I watched the expression on her pretty face as he filled and stretched her.

My wife licked her lips and shut her eyes, rocking her body as if to the beat of some unheard music. Her tits swayed as well, and her hair followed suit.

“So good,” she murmured. Then she drove herself back onto his cock.

Dean looked surprised for a moment, then he smiled, grabbed her hips and started fucking her in earnest.

He held her there, slamming into her.

Each time their bodies collided, I heard the smack of flesh against flesh. I watched my wife chew her lower lip as he screwed her. His hand played around her ass, and I imagined one of his fingers was circling her asshole.

She arched her back and groaned like she might die or come. None of us knew which.

She slid a hand beneath her lean body, and her shoulder moved and flexed, telling me she was stroking her clit. She pulled back to stick her finger in her mouth, got it wet and returned to the business at hand. It only took a few minutes for her to come. The noises she made — the way she looked — I damn near shot my load right along with her.

Dean looked in danger of doing the same. But he was able to hold on.

She pulled free of him and rolled to her back. Her head hung dangerously close to the edge of the mattress, and she locked eyes with me as she spread her legs for her lover.

Dean moved between her thighs as if to enter her, but she placed her hands on his head and pushed him down. Her intention was very clear.

He didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted. He moved down her body, put his hands on the insides of her thighs and brought his mouth to her pussy. He lapped at her eagerly and then backed off, trailing his tongue along the insides of her thighs until she groaned and squirmed — demanding he resume eating her.

He immediately obeyed, using his tongue to soothe her, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Then he pushed his fingers inside her slick cunt and worked her that way.

She came again, rolling her head on the edge of the bed as cries of pleasure fell from her plump lips.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” she said.

He moved himself between her thighs and slid his dick into her cunt.

I approached the bed and knelt down, lowering my mouth to hers.

“Kiss me. Kiss me while he fucks you,” I whispered.

And kiss me she did. Her arms came up to wrap around my neck as our lips met. Sure, she was upside down, but it didn’t matter. I kissed her eagerly as Dean fucked her, rocking her body with every thrust.

I broke our lip-lock and moved to one side, briefly sucking one of her nipples into my mouth as I pinched the other.

Cerise groaned and shivered as Dean gasped. He’d felt that shudder in her body, no doubt. Her tight little cunt probably grabbed him hard. It was a wonderful feeling. I knew that from personal experience, too.

I played with her nipples and kissed her as Dean continued to plow her cunt.

He was gasping for air and close to losing control.

“You want me to suck your cock?” she murmured against my lips.

I didn’t answer with words. I just kissed her hard.

She moved with every thrust of his hips, her body making a whispery sound as it slid on the mattress.

“You do, don’t you? You want me to suck your cock while he fucks me. While he makes me come. While he comes in my pussy, so hard and so deep.”

Every word she uttered made my dick pulse. Her words filled my mind with dirty pictures. Still, I said nothing. I simply delivered small kisses and pinches to her breasts.

She pushed Dean away and went back onto her hands and knees. He made a desperate noise, and she laughed at his impatience.

“Soon,” Cerise said to him. “Soon,

you can come. But while you fuck me from behind, I’m going to suck my baby’s dick.”

She wiggled her ass at him playfully, and he was mesmerized.

“Get up,” she said to me.

I did, moving to where she wanted me, and when she parted her glossy lips, I slid my shaft between them and filled her mouth.

Cerise moaned, and Dean echoed her sound. He pushed his cock back into her pussy.

“I’m going to come, man,” he said, breathlessly. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Whenever you want,” I said, sliding my cock in and out of my wife’s sucking mouth.

Every draw on my dick was heaven. Every sweep of her warm tongue was bliss.

“But I don’t want it to end, you know,” he said on a sigh.

“I understand. Completely,” I told him, holding my girl’s head and fucking her face as she rocked back and forth. Forward to take me, backward to take him.

I watched her lovely body do that erotic dance, grateful I had such an amazing wife.

He pounded into her. She shook and swayed as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he fucked her.

“Jesus. I’m going to come,” he muttered.

I knew she was close to climaxing, too. She once again slipped her hand beneath her body to stroke her clit as she licked and sucked me. I felt my cockhead brush the back of her throat.

Dean hissed, driving into her hard and deep. As her orgasm hit her, she shuddered and moaned around my dick.

He pulled free and splashed his come across her lower back.

As I watched him shoot, I gave in to my own pleasure, filling her mouth with my load.