1. Merry Christmas, Mrs. Salinsky!


    Date: 7/4/2024, Categories: Seduction, Author: ConvulsingOrgasm 

    ... slurs. His friends unsuccessfully suppress their laughter, and two of them turn their backs to me to attempt to hide their mirth.

"I'm not mad, Steve. I am actually having a great time getting to know Graham's teammates. They are so enthusiastic!"

Upon hearing this reply, one of Steve’s buddies turns and says something under his breath to another, and I can make out “I’ll bet…” and “those tits”. Little do they know!

I don my "concerned wife" look. "Just be careful, Steve,” I offer, though my main concern is that he not embarrass Graham. Personally, I am beyond embarrassment with Steve. I suppose if Graham finds out I am fucking his teammates at our Christmas party, that would be more embarrassing for him than his dad passing out at said party. Oh well. "Happy dysfunctional family Christmas, son!" I lament, as I turn on my three-inch heels to exit.

“Don’t worry, we'll take care of him, Emma!” one of his friends yells, punching Steve in the shoulder, which makes his partially-exposed belly jiggle again. They all laugh. "You just go take care of your other guests.”

“I will do just that. Am I not a good host, boys?" I smile innocently at two of the wrestlers that were in the rec room with me. The two young men freeze, looking very sheepish indeed. I am relishing my boldness. I can’t help picturing these two naked again, their sinewy bodies flexing with each thrust into me, making my body rock with each pump of their powerful torsos.

After a pause, the taller ...
    ... Latin one replies, "You're the best host ever, Mrs. Salinsky!" I smile, turn again, and saunter away, admittedly pissed at my stupid husband, despite myself, but very much enjoying the cat-and-mouse game I am playing. And it just might be time to catch another mouse or two. Purrr!

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Adonis's real name is Richard, and I can tell his eyes are fixated on the sway of my generous but shapely caboose, as I lead him and his partner, who is a very talented 170 lb. NCAA South Central champion, down to the rec room. I have asked them both to help me move a few things. They willingly accept the task, but have shocked looks when we arrive. I close the door, and ask them to take off their shirts.

"This will be a lot of work, boys, so best you remove those shirts. I don’t want them ripped or stained.” Then I wink at them, “Besides, what woman would not want to get a closer look at those muscles of yours?”

They laugh awkwardly to each other, but simultaneously slide out of the wonky Christmas sweaters they are wearing. I take my time scanning the muscular definition of their chests, shoulders and arms. So much muscle! So much power! So much youth! I guide them over to the 98 inch T.V. that lies beside the wall. “So we just have to slide this monster onto these hooks here,” and I point to the mounts on the wall. “I will guide you.”

The two young men each take an end and lift it up with relative ease. As their attention is on the wall mounts and the back of the T.V., I take ...
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