Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky! - Sex Stories

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky!

I flicker a weak smile across the festively decorated sitting room, making brief eye contact with my intoxicated husband, who casts a somewhat disinterested glance back at me from his well-worn spot by the punch bowl. When a trickle of sperm springs loose and begins to ooze down my vaginal canal, I actually giggle to myself and proceed to push my muscular, tanned thighs together under my leather mini-dress. “Whoops!” I feel my face flush slightly, but I don't miss a beat in the flirty conversation with this new group of young studs from Graham's university wrestling team.

What a welcome surprise it was when Graham brought these young hunks from his team to brighten up our usually droll annual holiday party. I smile greedily to myself, just as I hear a raucous belch come from the direction of my now unsteady husband. Steve smiles and pats his generous midsection, making it jiggle, as his factory buddies laugh at his unapologetic lack of class.

Meanwhile, the chiseled young Adonis I am now flirting with is again letting his eyes slip to my generous cleavage, but with bolder confidence now. I hazard a guess that one of his teammates has already leaked the intel about our awkward group session downstairs in the rec room, not ten minutes ago. ”One minute she is serving us appetizers with a smile, and the next minute, she is down on her knees servicing us with that sexy mouth!" I imagine one of them saying. Surprise, surprise!

As long as it doesn’t get back to Graham, ...

... I am thrilled to have something naughty to occupy me, as Steve get blitzed and makes a fool of himself. Despite the risks involved, or maybe because of them, it gives me a pleasant tingle to know that I am still sexy enough to turn on and roll with young studs like this. And as each of them, in turn, twitched and dumped their generous loads of sperm into my mouth and pussy, I also felt vindicated. Fuck Steve! Fuck me! That drunken slob I call my husband doesn't know what he is missing. And after all, itis the season to be jolly! I never expected to be the party slut at our Christmas party, but when I saw these young bucks stride through the door... Well, I couldn’t help myself!

As I move to excuse myself to tend to "leaking matters" in the restroom, I brush my hand lightly along "Adonis's" muscular shoulders. “Mmmm, your muscles are so hard!” I tease. Probably not the only thing that is hard on him at the moment, I ponder. I squeeze past my husband, who is in the middle of telling the same pathetic hunting story he tells at every gathering. He is oblivious to me as I brush by, but his friends are smiling as I nudge my way past them. Their eyes flit down to the jiggle of my cleavage, and I add extra bounce to my step, to add to their Christmas merriment.

Before I manage to squeeze completely through the crowd, though, I feel a bigger release between my legs. Oh no! I gasp and glance down to see a considerable dollop of semen splat right next to my husbands foot. My ...