Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky! - Sex Stories

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky!

... my face, neck, upper chest and bosom. “Certainly a Christmas surprise to remember!” I whisper.

I always knew that my libido was more than I could rein in, from the time I reached puberty, but I had taken it to new levels on this December evening. I had admittedly started having sex early, had done a few threesomes in high school and had dabbled with some group sex in college. But fucking five different guys half my age, teammates of my son, at our own Christmas party … that vaults me to new heights of sluttiness. I allow a mischievous grin to form on my lips and then continue with my clean-up in the tub.

The party is just beginning to fade when I reappear. The only people who cast me curious glances are Richard and Bernie, and the three young men that I enjoyed earlier in the evening. Other folks seem oblivious to my absences, but the eyes of the males are again on my generous cleavage. I smile at my ability to attract attention, especially from these younger men. "Not bad, for a frustrated middle-aged woman!" I contemplate.

The wrestlers eventually make their exit, much to my chagrin, and I give especially long hugs to the ones I have fucked that night, making sure they can feel the outline of my big breasts pushing into their young, muscular chests. Mmmm! Others also make their exits and soon it is just Steve and his factory buds left in the living room.

As I make my way through the living room, intending to head for bed, Steve grabs me by the arm and pulls me ...

... toward him. “Doesn’t she put on a good party, guys?” he slurs to his buddies, who are all 'three sheets to the wind' at this point. His breath smells like a distillery, and I decide that I might switch course and sleep down in the rec room on this night. Besides, I’m sure I will have pleasant dreams with all the images that room will now conjure up in my mind.

Steve adds, ”Do you think you could mix the boys up another bowl of that Christmas cheer you made, Emma? It’s to die for, right guys?” His friends are all nodding their heads like dazed zombies, as their eyes dart between my eyes and my cleavage. Their lustful looks do not carry the same appeal for me though, and I pull up the neckline of my gown a little.

I bend down to whisper in Steve’s ear, “I can’t Steve. I’m REALLY fucked! I need to get to bed.” At that, I saunter off slowly, an extra degree of wiggle in my walk, and I can feel their stares on my swaying bottom as I leave. I can hear their whispers as I make my way up to the bedroom to get my night clothes.

Steve. “Yeah, she’s really tired. Sorry, guys.”

A friend. “Yeah. She was buzzing around most of the night. I think all those wrestlers probably tired her out.”

Another friend. “Did you see the way those young guys were looking at her, Steve? You have one super hot wife there, bud!”

Steve just laughs that off, as they all do, and he gets up to get the guys more drinks.

A hot wife, huh? I’m not proud of the last few years, but I have already ...