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“Bending Over Becky” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by one of my old college roommates. He had a girlfriend for the entire time we shared a dorm and they had a very overt sex life, to say the least. Enjoy!

Some couples treated sex like an elaborate spectacle. It couldn’t just happen on a whim. They needed to set a certain mood, creating just the right environment for a sensual, satisfying experience. Becky Raven didn’t understand those couples and that was not the kind of sex life she had with her long-time boyfriend, Richard Wyatt.

“Bend over.”

That was all he said to her one muggy Saturday afternoon after walking into the home office of the townhouse they shared. He didn’t offer any details. He didn’t ask whether she was in the mood because he didn’t need to. Richard knew the dynamics/quirks of their sex life as well as her. After all the years they’d been together, they were past the point of words.

Not saying a word, Becky stopped what she’d been doing on her laptop and rose up from her chair. Richards, looking more stressed than usual, stormed over like a man on a mission. Having just gotten home from some unexpected overtime at the office, he had more energy than usual and Becky knew how he wanted to spend it.

Already feeling his lustful gaze on him, Beck leaned over her desk and kicked the chair aside. As soon as her lover arrived, he didn’t waste any time and grabbed the hem of her pants.

“Get these off,” Richard said intently.

Not waiting for a response, he pulled them down to her ankles, along with her underwear. Then, with her pants and panties down at her ankles, he dropped to his knees and started eating her pussy out.

“Ooh Richard!” she gasped. “Rough day at the office?”

He didn’t answer. She doubted he’d heard her. Richard wasn’t easily distracted, especially when he got horny. He also loved giving her oral sex. He once claimed pussy was both his favorite desert and his favorite appetizer. On top of that, he knew how to hit all those sensitive spots in her depths. That kind of insight that could turn a lazy afternoon into a full-blown fuck fest.

Richard must have been hornier than usual, putting extra urgency into his oral sex. While on his knees, he used both hands to push Becky’s folds apart, allowing him to probe deep with his tongue and hit all the right areas. That got all the right juices flowing. Becky, now holding onto the side of the desk, could only moan blissfully as a steady stream of sensual sensations coursed through her body.

“Ohhh!” she moaned. “It must have been a really rough day.”

Richard remained focused on his oral teasing, letting out deep grunts as he gorged on her folds. Becky also sensed him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants. With one hand still caressing her pussy, he began stroking his cock. It must have already been half-erect when he entered the room because he got fully aroused pretty quickly.

Either something went really wrong at the office or something went really right. He worked in the sales department of an investment firm, which often required people to be intense and energetic. As it just so happened, that was also what got Richard really aroused. It meant that having a functioning sex life with him required that they skip a few steps.

“If it was that bad…just do it, Richard,” she said. “You clearly need it more than I do.”

Her lover definitely heard that. After giving her pussy one last thorough lick, he rose up from the floor, kicked off the khakis he’d worn to the office, and positioned himself behind her. She felt the tip of his rigid dick rub up against her wet entrance. He ached for her sex and the release it offered. With a firm thrust of the hips, he entered her.

“Oh yeah!” Richard moaned. “I need this…so much.”

His member now deep within her folds, he grabbed hold of her waist and began pumping his cock inside her. He didn’t take it slow or steady, either. He went right for the rough stuff. There was no sweet, tender lovemaking. There was just fucking…raw, unfiltered sex.

“Oh fuck! Ooh fuck!” Becky moaned out. “That’s it, love! Fuck me as hard as necessary!”

She clung harder to the desk, bending over more so that her breasts pressed up against her closed laptop. Richard took her vulgar urgings to heart. That was another kink about their sex life. She loved to talk dirty. She was downright crude, at times, even when they made love. Some men found that disorienting. Richard just thought it was hot.

It showed in how he fucked her. He did it harder and faster, rocking the desk and knocking over some files in the process. He also did it rougher, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, another unique kink that heightened their sex. That feeling of hard, manly flesh thrusting in and out of her pussy sent surges of sensations up through her body. Having been lazily reading emails just moments ago, it was quite a change.

That confluence of quirks, on top of whatever sparked his need, helped Richard get to his peak in short order. He wasn’t too quick. Even when he was really horny, he always made an effort to share the joys of sex with Becky. He still made it to that special domain where the feeling morphed from a blissful heat to a raging wildfire of ecstasy.

“I’m coming, Becky! I’m going to…come!” Richard said with a deep grunt.

Becky just held onto the desk, spreading her legs a little wider so that he could get in extra deep when he got his release. His thrusting slowed and his member throbbed inside her in accord with the pleasure. Hot streams of manly juices shot up into her depths, creating a hot, intimate feeling. It contrasted greatly with the hardcore fucking she’d just experienced, but that only made it more satisfying, creating a sense of balance.

Now short of breath and awash in pleasure, Richard withdrew his cock from her and fell back into the office chair she’d been sitting in before he arrived. Still bent over the desk, Becky had to catch her breath too. When she turned to face her lover, though, she smiled.

“Feel better now?” she asked him.

“Yeah…much better,” Richard said with a grin.

“I bet. Since you usually don’t fuck me that hard without a reason, I won’t ask for details. I’ll just assume your brain, your nerves, and your dick were in agreement, for once.”

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re a damn good girlfriend, Becky.”

“You’re damn right!” she said proudly. “I’d tell you not to forget it, but I’d rather remind you.”

She trusted her lover to fill in the sub-text. He knew as well as she did what had to happen next. As Richard sat lazily in the chair, she stepped out of her pants and took off the light cotton shirt she’d been wearing. Since she hadn’t been wearing a bra, it rendered her fully naked, a sight her lover always appreciated. She let him admire her exposed body in the afternoon son for a brief second. Then, she approached him with a crude request of her own.

“Sit back,” she said, mirroring the same tone he’d used with her.

He did so without hesitation. Still breathing heavily, she climbed onto his lap and kissed him hungrily. As their lips and tongues twirled together, she undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He’d probably worked up a sweat by fucking her and it was probably really itchy.

After getting it off, she tossed the rest of his clothes aside and slipped off the chair. She then dropped to her knees, just as he had done earlier, and focused her attention on his still-throbbing manhood. It had somewhat softened after his climax, but Becky knew her lover’s anatomy as well as he knew hers. One good orgasm after a stressful day wasn’t enough to get the job done.

With that in mind, she grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and began giving him oral sex. A fresh round of sharp grunts followed.

“Damn!” Richard moaned. “This my kind of reminder.”

Becky responded only with a hungry moan, one that let him know that she was still horny. She still wanted a release of her own. It was one of the official rules of their sex lives. If one of them came in needing a good fucking, then they could get it. However, every time one of them got off, they had to give the other a chance to match them.

Sometimes, that wasn’t possible. If the rate at which Richard got hard again was any indication, Becky doubted that would be an issue. Driven by her own burning need, she sucked his member hard, sliding her lips and tongue along the length of his shaft. Just as he knew the intricacies of her pussy, she knew the subtleties of his dick. She knew how to blow him in just the right way to get him hard again.

Most men couldn’t get hard for hours after blowing their load. Others took even longer. Richard was a special kind of man in a great many ways. His ability to keep fucking her after coming was just one of them.

“You ready?” she asked after giving his dick an extra thorough lick.

“I’m ready,” Richard said.

No further assurance was necessary. With his manhood now erect, Becky rose back to her feet, turned around, and positioned herself over him so that her pelvis was aligned with his. She made sure he had a good view of her butt, a sight he always appreciated. She then lowered herself back onto his dick, his manly flesh penetrating her depths once more.

“Bend me over again,” Becky told him. “Fuck me until I come!”

Richard gladly obliged, grabbing hold of her butt and resuming the hard fucking they’d shared moments ago. He showed off his arm strength, guiding her hips up and down so that the folds of her pussy slithered perfectly along his dick. Becky even showed off her flexibility, bending over far enough that she could watch the spectacle from behind. Having not been able to see much when he bent her over the first time, she sought to take in the sights.

“Ohhh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck yeah!” she moaned, her love of dirty talk showing. “Harder! Do it harder!”

Richard replied with more determined grunts, squeezing her butt harder and stepping up the pace. The flimsy office chair could barely hold together, testing her orgasmic efficiency as much as her flexibility. Thankfully, Becky didn’t need to damage any furniture to achieve her goal.

As her inner muscles throbbed with increasing intensity, she felt her orgasm coming up fast. Richard certainly did his part, rubbing her butt just like she licked. He even reached around and fondled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to accelerate the orgasmic process. When it hit, it came at her like tsunami.

“Oohhh I’m coming, Richard! I’m coming!” she cried out.

Just as she crossed that fine line between exertion and ecstasy, her love grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back. It was just in time too because it allowed her to proclaim her ecstasy to the heavens.

She made it a point to be extra loud as she soaked in the euphoria. White hot surges of pleasure coursed through her system, filling her with the kind of raw bliss that could only come with her and Richard’s unique brand of sex. Some might call it kinky. Some might call it rough. That didn’t make it any less intimate.

After the ecstasy passed, Becky let out a content sigh and rose up off her lover’s cock. She then casually sat with him in the chair, their naked bodies glistening in the afternoon son. They were silent for a while, not needing to say much. It might have been the most meaningful trait of their relationship. They didn’t need to sweet talk each other to affirm their love. They already knew how much they loved each other. As a bonus, it allowed them to be more efficient with their sex lives.

“Guess we both needed that,” Richard said.

“Guess so,” Becky said coyly.

“I’m so lucky…having such an awesome girlfriend,” he went on, “one who doesn’t mind me bending her over on a whim.”

“And I’m just as lucky to have a boyfriend who knows how to fuck me right!”

“I’m glad you appreciate it as much as I do,” he said, “because after the day I’ve had, you might want to stay naked for the rest of the day.”

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“The Handyman” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by a broken furnace and a handyman that really saved the day. If you are a skilled handyman out there, please know that your sex appeal is grossly under-appreciated. I hope this story will convey that sentiment.

“Damn it! Of all the days for my furnace to break, why does it have to be today?” Delila Preston groaned as she paced restlessly.

She muttered more curses under her breath, hugging her shoulders to protect herself from the harsh winter cold. Looking outside, her windows covered in ice from the latest winter storm that passed through last night, she saw no relief in the dreary overcast. All she could do was put on her thickest pair of sweatpants, her only clean T-shirt, and a hoodie over top of it. She tried to keep moving, but that wasn’t easy in her undersized apartment. She needed real, tangible warmth and she needed it soon.

That need went beyond the weather. It wasn’t unreasonable to say that her life, as a whole, was as broken as her heater. Eight months ago, everything had been perfectly functional. Delila was engaged to her high-school sweetheart, she had a good job at marketing firm, and she lived in a comfortable home not far from her childhood neighborhood.

Then, everything broke. Delila found out her fiancé had been cheating on her. She lost her job when her boss got arrested for an embezzlement scandal, forcing her to take a lower-paying job over 40 miles away from her old home. She couldn’t even move back home because her parents were already caring for her younger brother, who’d just come back from serving in the military and required extra care because of the wounds he suffered. That meant moving into the cheapest, most cramped apartment she could find.

Her heater breaking was just the latest in a long string of things that had gone horribly wrong in her life.

“The coldest day of the year on top of the worst year of my adult life,” Delila muttered as she gazed out the window. “I can get someone to fix my heater, but how the hell do I go about fixing everything else at this point?”

As she wondered that daunting prospect, she checked her watch. Since she couldn’t afford a licensed repairman, she had to rely on help from a co-worker, Mia. She’d told him her brother’s best friend was a real handyman who just happened to owe her favor. She’d been texting him since she woke up and he was supposed to arrive at any minute.

Not knowing if her heater could even be fixed, Delila sighed to herself and planned on drinking plenty of hot tea for the rest of the weekend. For now, at least, curling up under multiple blankets in bed seemed like the only way to keep warm.

After a few more minutes of waiting, she heard a knock at her door.

“Hope this guy knows what he’s doing,” Delila said. “I need at least one thing in my life that isn’t broken.”

Still hugging her shoulders for warmth, she opened the door to greet the hopeful handyman. The figure she saw, however, caught her by surprise.

“Hi! You must be Delila,” a man greeted. “I’m Josh Maven. I’m here to fix your heater.”

“Yes, uh…please, come in,” Delila said.

Her co-worker hadn’t told her much about her brother’s friend. She only said he was good at fixing things. Now, Delila wished she had asked more questions because she never would’ve guessed he would’ve been so cute.

“Damn, it’s cold out!” Josh said as he entered and took off his jacket. “This is a hell of a day for your heater to break.”

“Yeah…hell of a day indeed,” Delila replied.

“If this place is anything like my brother’s old apartment, I should be able to fix it. I can’t tell you how many times he blew that thing out so he could lounge around in his underwear.”

“I hope it’s not that bad.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

Josh sounded way too energetic for a man doing someone else a favor. It was the complete antithesis of her morbid mood. Then, as he removed his jacket, she saw him wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt that showed off bulging muscles that perfectly complemented his burly complexion. Maybe it was just a result of her being so lonely after her fiancé broke up with her, but such a sight made parts of her body warmer by default.

As he set his jacket aside, he took the tool box he’d brought with him and carried it over to the utility closet that stood right next to her bathroom. She’d told her co-worker how her apartment was set up. Josh seemed familiar with it and wasted no time in getting to work. That kind of initiative already set him apart from most of the men she’d known.

“So Mia says you’re quite the handyman,” she said, trying not to get too smitten with a guy she’d just met.

“She only said that because I fixed her car for $100 after some other mechanic said it would cost $1500,” Josh replied.

“Well, knowing what we make in a week, I can see why she’d feel that way.”

“To be fair, the mechanic was an asshole who isn’t in business anymore,” Josh said, “and it was just a filthy spark plug. I’m just a contractor by trade, but even I know how basic machines work. Nobody should get gouged like that just to fix something that simple.”

“If only the world were that fair,” Delila said with a smile.

“If only,” Josh said, smiling back.

Now, she was blushing. Her efforts to distract herself from how cute Josh was did the opposite. Her face was almost as warm as her inner thighs. That might have been a nice way to cope with the cold weather, but it made for an awkward situation. Then again, that was a step up from a broken situation.

Rather than risk heating up other parts of her body, she fell silent and let Josh get to work. She started pacing again as he propped the door open and turned on the light inside the utility room. In just a T-shirt and dirty jeans, he retrieved some tools and went to work. Delila didn’t pay too much attention, if only because seeing him on his back gave her too many lurid thoughts. She also sought to stay out of his way so that he could work without some broken woman like her bothering him.

“I’ve seen these models before,” he said as he took off the panels and started tinkering. “They’re old, but they’re usually reliable. When did it stop working?”

“About three days ago,” Delila answered, trying to sound casual. “I don’t know what happened. One day, I just came home from the office and it wasn’t on.”

“Did it ever make any noises? Did it ever start smelling funny?”

“Nope. I tried adjusting the thermostat. I tried calling the building manager, as well.”

“And what did he say?” Josh asked.

“That he’ll get back to me in a few hours. That was two days ago. I’ve been getting his voicemail ever since.”

That’s never a good sign.”

“Yeah, I figured that when the neighbor told me he tends to take his time with repair,” Delila said, rolling her eyes. “It’s his way of telling us to call a goddamn repair man and pay for it ourselves.”

“In other words he’s inept, lazy, cheap, or all three,” Josh said with a chuckle.

“Trust me. It’s all three,” Delila said, laughing as well.

It felt good to laugh. In fact, it felt better than it should have and not just because she hadn’t had much to laugh about in months. Just being around someone who wasn’t as broken as her felt refreshing. Him being an attractive man on top of that was just a bonus…a very appealing bonus.

Delila stopped pacing for a moment and turned back towards Josh. He was peering into an open panel of electronics and shining a flashlight into it. She could smell the dust and grime from across the room. It didn’t seem to bother him, though. That just made him more attractive in her eyes. The idea that a man could get his hands dirty and not care had a lot of appeal.

“It doesn’t look like anything is burnt out or damaged,” he said. “If it wasn’t making noise, then I doubt any of the moving parts are the problem. That’s a good thing because it means it must be something minor.”

“I hope so,” Delila said, “but you should know that lately, the line between minor and catastrophic hasn’t been very clear for things in my world.”

“You have my sympathy,” Josh said. “I’m tempted to ask questions, but I’ll resist for the sake of your heater.”

“I don’t mind if you give into a little temptation,” she said under her breath.

“What was that?” he asked, looking up from his work briefly.

“Nothing!” she said quickly. “I just said…I appreciate your help.”

He cast her a bemused grin. He clearly didn’t believe her. Delila had always been a terrible liar, especially in the presence of attractive men. Her ex-fiance didn’t like that for some reason. Josh didn’t seem to mind at all. That just made her blush even more.

“I have a theory,” Josh said as he went back to work. “If I’m right, then the only thing you need to fix your heater is a part that cost less than $15.”

“I hope it’s right,” said Delila, “but I’m not sure the universe will allow it at this point.”

“The wires seem to be working. It’s just the thermocouple that’s busted. As it just so happens, I have a few spares from a job I did a couple weeks ago. I’ll replace it and see if that does the trick.”

“Do what you have to do, Josh. If you can fix this, then that’ll be the first broken thing in my life to get fixed in months.”

“Then, I better be right.”

He sounded oddly determined, as though he’d made it his mission to make her less miserable. For a handyman she wasn’t even paying, it just made him even more attractive.

Delila silent again and let him work, breaking out more tools and getting his hands even dirtier. She found herself pacing once more, but not to keep warm. She kept glancing back towards Josh and then at the window. While her body had reacted strongly to the presence of an attractive man, her mind still struggled to catch up. By letting herself think beyond the activity in certain parts of her body, she came to a few realizations.

Everything in her life felt broken, but she hadn’t done a lot to fix it. She hadn’t gotten her hands dirty like Josh was with her heater. She just lamented and fumed about it. She knew how bad things had gotten, but didn’t make an effort to make things better. It put the past eight months in a new light.

“I need to start fixing my own shit,” she said under her breath. “I can’t just assume things will fix themselves anymore.”

Delila sighed again and shook her head. It was a harsh, but overdue realization. It meant she would have to make some major changes that included bold decisions.

As she contemplated what that might entail, she heard a welcome sound. The heater had turned on. It was working again.

“Success!” Josh proclaimed. “It was the thermocouple. Your heater is officially fixed, Delila.”

Those words almost sounded alien, the idea of something in her life getting fixed. They still had a profound effect.

“It’s working again,” she said with a beaming smile. “I can already feel it.”

“See? It was something minor,” Josh said as he closed the panel and got up from the floor. “Things can be fixed if you know what to tweak.”

“Yes,” she said distantly, “I suppose they can.”

She began stopped pacing and stood under one of the heating vents. She could already feel the warm air blowing into the room, providing some badly-needed warmth after several cold nights. Already, the heavy sweatshirt she’d been wearing felt unnecessary. As if to celebrate having something fixed, she took it off and even kicked off her slippers.

“It’s actually getting warm in here again,” Delila said. “I’ll be able to sleep without hiding under three blankets tonight.”

“It’s a good thing too. It’s supposed to get below zero tonight,” said Josh as he packed up some of his tools.

“And it’s all thanks to you,” she added. “You…a handyman who managed to fix something in my life.”

Delila didn’t intend for those words to come off so dramatically, but it was too late. Josh didn’t seem to mind, either. He just smiled back at her, still in those dirty clothes that showed off his manly physique. He was already attractive. Now, after fixing her heater, he was the sexiest human being in the world in her eyes.

As if to acknowledge that feeling, Delila dared to be a little bolder. She shed her sweatpants like she had her slippers and sweatshirt. It wasn’t lost on her that doing so left her in only a T-shirt and a pair of panties. It definitely got Josh’s attention, though.

“Um…what are you doing, Delila?” he asked with a wry grin.

“What does it look like?” she said playfully. “I’m enjoying the benefits of a functioning heater.”

“So when it’s working, you always lounge around in your underwear?” Josh questioned.

“Not always,” she replied, “but when I’m in a certain mood or have a good reason…”

Her words trailed off. Josh, his hands still dirty and his shirt stained with dust, just stood before her in a surprised daze. However, a grin never left his face. He clearly liked seeing her with minimal clothing. That assured her he would love seeing her in no clothing at all.

“Delila,” he said, sounding awkward, yet curious, “if this is your way of thanking me, you should know that’s not necessary.”

“I know it’s not,” she said as she casually approached, sensually swaying her hips with every step.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but I’d rather not owe Mia more favors.”

“Mia doesn’t have to know. No one else has to know. I doubt they’d believe you if you told them because what I’m about to do is a complete break in character.”

She sounded like an entirely different woman, one who wasn’t just relieved that her heater was working again. The same woman who’d been so broken when the day began had stepped aside. A newer, bolder Delila Preston took her place.

Josh seemed fond of that new Delila already. He offered no resistance as she walked up to him, slipped her arms around his neck, and embraced him in a way that let their clothed bodies touch. She even made it a point to rub her thigh up against his groin, if only to get his blood flowing in the right direction. He reacted favorably, those dirty hands of his slipping around her waist.

“Josh, you don’t know me very well,” she said to him, “and trust me. Your timing couldn’t be better.”

“I already believe that,” he said, his hands trembling as he felt up her womanly curves.

“Eight months ago, I was a very different woman. I was surrounded by good circumstances – good family, good friends, and even an ex-fiancé.”

Ex-fiancé?”

“Yes, the ex indicating that something broke…something big. Everything had always been so good. I never had to fix anything. It all just worked itself out. I never thought much of it, but then when just one thing broke…”

She stopped herself as the memories came rushing back. It happened over the course of many months, but it felt like one long breakdown. Her fiancé cheated on her. She lost her job. Her brother has to live at home with their parents while he recovered from his military service. Her heater breaking was just part of that breakdown. Josh fixing it had an impact that went beyond the temperature in her apartment.

“When you come from that world, it doesn’t take much,” Delila went on. “Everything starts snowballing. Nothing works anymore. You don’t know how to fix anything because you’ve never had to. Things just fixed themselves.”

“So…what are you looking to fix now?” Josh said in a curious tone. “Is something other than your heater broken? Because you might need a different handyman for that.”

“Believe me. I’m looking at the best handyman in the world right now. He fixed my heater. If he can do that, then he can definitely help me fix another part of my life that won’t fix itself.”

With focused energy, coupled with the rising temperature in her apartment, Delila leaned in and kissed the burly man who’d gotten a small part of her life working again. He eagerly kissed back, her touch and her gestures drawing him into her impassioned state. She didn’t care that his face was unshaven and his hair was messy. If anything, that turned her on even more.

“Delila,” Josh gasped. “You kiss…like someone who needs more than a working heater.”

“You want to help me fix that too?” she said seductively. “If so, you’re going to need another tool.”

She rubbed her thigh up against his crotch a little harder. Already, she felt a hardness forming in his pants. The grin on his face widened. The man must have had a fetish for broken things and broken people.

“Well, I wouldn’t be much of a handyman if I didn’t come equipped for any job now, would I?” Josh said.

“No. You wouldn’t,” Delila said curtly.

“And just so you know, I didn’t shower this morning and I worked all day yesterday. My last two girlfriends did not like being this intimate with a guy who enjoys working in dirty places.”

“With all due respect to your ex-girlfriends, they’re assholes. A man who enjoys working in dirty places deserves a special kind of intimacy!”

Making clear that his disheveled state was a turn-on, she kissed him again and pressed her body up against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hands snuck under his shirt, not at all dissuaded by the dust and grime from the floor. If he were bolder with his hands, he would’ve felt how wet she was between her legs. He was too professional for that, but she intended to communicate that desire in other more obvious ways.

The kissing quickly intensified, morphing into full-fledged foreplay. She pawed his chest while he felt up her womanly curves. As their lips and tongues twirled, she led him over to the living room in which she’d been pacing moments ago. Along the way, they shed their ruffled clothes. She pulled his shirt off over his head and undid his pants. While he stumbled to get them off, she removed her t-shirt, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra.

“Wow,” Josh said as he got an eyeful of her breasts. “You have beautiful tits.”

“Tits that need those skilled hands of yours,” she teased.

Delila helped him out of his pants, allowing him to kick off his shoes and socks in the process. She also got his boxers off too, freeing his semi-hard manhood that she had done so much to stimulate. In his full glory, she saw very unkempt, but very manly figure. The fact that he’d used that figure to fix her heater just made her wetter between the legs.

After he kicked aside his pants, they arrived at her couch. Before pulling him into another embrace, she slipped out of her panties. Now fully nude, she guided him onto her couch where they turned their basic foreplay into a heated make-out session.

Showing more initiative than she’d ever shown with her ex-fiancé, she pinned him down and got on top of him, allowing their naked flesh to get acquainted. Hands roamed freely and lips twirled passionately. It led to a state of heated arousal, which felt extra special on such a cold winter day.

By then, her fixed heater had done plenty to warm up her apartment. However, it couldn’t hurt to make some heat of their own.

“Mmm…Josh,” Delila purred as she ran her fingers over his bearded complexion. “It’s still a little cold in here.”

“It is,” Josh said with his hands on her butt as he lay under her. “Want me to take another look at the heater?”

“You could,” she said playfully, “or you could just make hot, sweaty love to me right here on this couch.”

“Well, the handyman in me is tempted to look at the machine.”

“Need me to tempt you any more to convince you?”

“Nope! I already know what needs fixing here.”

With the same energy and spirit he’d shown while fixing her heater, Josh rolled her over on the couch so that she was on her back with her head against the arm. He then hitched one leg around his waist and let the other drape over the edge as he guided his manhood towards her wet entrance. Once in position, he entered her with ease and her womanly flesh embraced him.

“Ooh Josh!” Delila moaned. “My…my sexy handyman!”

“Your handyman…I like that!” Josh said gleefully.

With a real workman’s attitude, he went to work making love to her as only a skilled handyman could. He was a careful and thorough as he’d been with her heater, delivering every thrust as though it were a specific tweak. It set every pleasure-based nerve in her lower body ablaze. She let out loud moans that reverberated throughout her cramped apartment, eagerly supplanting his efforts with passionate gestures of her own.

Her world rocked and so did the couch. His manly sinews grazed perfectly against her feminine curves. It was so hot that they actually worked up a sweat, which was no easy feat in an apartment that had been without a functioning heater for three days. She and Josh still did it, though. Something about that made it even more satisfying.

“Josh! Oh Josh!” she moaned. “So hot! So hard! Oohhh I’m going to come!”

Such fervent, pleasurable lovemaking sent Delila to the brink or orgasm faster than she’d thought possible. Either her sex drive had been broken too or Josh was just more thorough than her ex-fiancé had ever dared to be. She chose to believe it was a nice bonus for a skilled handyman.

When her climax hit, Delila dug her nails into her sexy handyman’s shoulders and threw her head back in a spectacle of ecstasy. She didn’t care that she moaned so loud that she probably startled her neighbor’s dog. She had a working heater and a skilled lover. That was worth celebrating.

“Delila,” Josh gasped. “You…are amazing.”

“I can also…be handy…too,” she said breathlessly.

Making sure she wasn’t the only one putting in the effort, she kissed Josh again and pulled him into another make-out session. She didn’t dare stop their sex at just one orgasm. She barely took time to soak it all in, opting instead to channel her handyman’s dedicated spirit.

With that spirit, their flesh remained united. Their bodies shifted wildly around the couch as his manhood slithered sensually in the depths of her womanhood. Eventually, he ended up in a sitting position with her straddling his hips in an upright position, riding him extra hard. It quickly led to another orgasm for her, but she made a conscious effort to ensure he got his too. When it finally came, expression tensed and his grip on her butt tightened for the final push.

“Oohhh Delila! I…I’m close!” he grunted.

“Yes, my handyman,” she moaned. “Come with me!”

In a final push, she rode him harder, gyrating her hips with a vigor she’d never attempted in her most intimate moments. It helped send Josh over the edge. His grip on her hips tightened, his face contorted, and his manhood throbbed inside her in accord with his release. Seeing him writhe in ecstasy helped her achieve another peak as well, allowing their juices to mix in an intimate heat.

“I think…we’re fixed,” she panted.

“Fixed…yeah,” Josh said breathlessly.

It made for a hot, passionate moment on a cold dreary, day. With her heater going strong, they worked up quite a sweat. The movement ceased and Delila just clung to her handyman, letting him savor his peak. When it passed, she rose up off his member and collapsed with him on the couch.

For a moment, they just laid there in silence, still naked and dazed. The only noise came from the heater, which felt fitting. When it broke, it felt like the last straw for Delila. Now that it had been fixed, thanks to her handsome handyman, it felt like she just took the first step towards fixing her life.

“Hey Josh,” she said, still curled up in his arms.

“Yes, Delila?” he replied, now resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Thanks for fixing my heater.”

“You’re welcome,” he laughed, “and by heater, you mean your actual heater, right?”

“You know what I mean,” she said, laughing as well.

“Just checking,” he said.

“I also meant in general,” she said, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. “This morning, everything in my life was broken. I only ever dealt with it by lamenting how broken it was. Now, after you helped fix just one thing, I feel like I’m ready to fix even more.”

“Glad I could help,” he said with another beaming grin. “After all, that’s what good handymen do!”

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“Under The Stars” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after enjoying a perfectly clear night sky and seeing so many beautiful stars. I hope everyone else gets to a enjoy a sight like that at some point in their lives. I also hope everyone enjoys this sexy story.

“It’s good to be home.”

That was the first thing Natalie Meyers said to herself after stepping off the plane. She’d just endured a nine-hour flight, which had included three-hour layover in Atlanta and a seat next to a man who snored like a chainsaw. It had been a long day, to say the least, but that made coming all the more refreshing.

She couldn’t make her way through the main airport terminal fast enough. That proved challenging because it was the early evening and everything was still bustling. Crowds of people swarmed in every direction, talking and yelling over each other in a chorus of noise. Having spent three days in a city, her ears were already ringing. It felt like she hadn’t had a quiet moment since she left.

“I need to get out of here,” Natalie sighed as she walked faster.

She still couldn’t hear herself. It hadn’t been her first business trip, but she still wasn’t used to it, the endless noise from every direction. Natalie had grown up in a rural community where the noisiest thing was a lawnmower engine. Even the college she’d gone to had been small and remote – hectic in the day, but peaceful and quiet at night. She needed that peace. She needed that quiet. Even though her job as a web developer made for a lengthy commute, she could only stand the chaos for so long.

It seemed to follow her, even as Natalie exited into the loading area in front of the airport. There must have been a convention or something because the road was lined with taxis and shuttles. One even honked their horn just as she walked by it.

“Hey! Hurry it up!” the driver yelled. “We got a schedule to keep!”

Natalie rolled her eyes and groaned. That was the other annoyance she sought to escape. Her trip involved a lengthy itinerary that had been squeezed into three short days. There were meetings, presentations, lunch-ins, and informal gatherings that she had be part of within a strict timeframe. At one point, she had to schedule her sleep into increments of four hours.

She was sick of all that. For the rest of the weekend, she didn’t want to keep a schedule. She didn’t want to check the clock every 30 minutes or get a buzz from her phone when it was time for another task. She just wanted step back, detach herself from work, and relax.

That feeling still seemed so far away. Then, through the maze of cars and shuttles, Natalie saw a welcome sight.

“Hey there, beautiful! Over here!” said a familiar voice.

“Finally, some yelling I don’t mind,” she said with a beaming smile.

Natalie set aside her suitcase and jumped into the arms of the tall, burly man waiting by the curb. He caught her with ease, sharing extra firm hug as she kissed him passionately. His breath didn’t reek of overpriced whiskey and overcooked steak, like the men she’d dealt with for the past several days. That just wasn’t the style of someone like Peter Brooks. He had simpler, less distinct tastes. Being her fiancé, he knew better than most how much that meant to her.

“Wow!” he said after their lips parted. “Did you miss me that much?”

“You have no idea,” Natalie told him, still clinging to his broad shoulders.

“And here I was worried that I didn’t have time to shave. You know how I like looking good for my future wife.”

“Trust me. You’re five-a-clock shadow and uncombed is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in days. I don’t think I could stand the sight of another comb-over at this point.”

“Good to know,” he said with a humored grin.

Natalie would’ve loved to stay in his arms a bit longer, but she was too eager to get away from the noisy airport. After another quick kiss, Peter picked up her suitcase and set it into the back seat of his truck. They then got in and drove off, navigating plenty of traffic in the process. It was still rush-hour so there was still plenty of noise to go around.

“I know you’re anxious to get home, but they had to close a couple lanes on the parkway,” Peter said as they pulled into a congested road. “Some idiot with a trailer didn’t check twice to see if the hitch was locked.”

“With the way my day has gone, that sounds about right,” Natalie sighed.

“Was it really that rough?”

“Not rough, just busy,” she said. “Every hour of every day of that trip, there was always something going on. I couldn’t stop to catch my breath or take time to collect my thoughts. It was overwhelming!”

“Well, you’re home now. We got the entire weekend to ourselves. I even told my team at the quarry not to call until Monday.”

“Even if someone blows up the batching plant?” she joked.

“I don’t care if they blow up half the state. I’m spending the weekend with my fiancé. She needs me more than my job, right now.”

Natalie smiled lovingly at her future husband. She then reached over and lovingly embraced his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Even while stuck in traffic, it put a smile on his face as well.

It was exactly what she needed, quality time with Peter, away from the commotion and chaos of her job. After the last few days, it seemed downright therapeutic. Natalie thought she could handle working for a software company and living out in the country. For the most part, she had. As her career grew, it seemed to get harder. There were times when it seemed too hard, but Peter helped her stay strong. She honestly didn’t think she could’ve made it so far without him.

She lingered close to him, showing her appreciation of those strong arms of his. Working in a quarry might have seemed unappealing to most, but Peter was a hands-on kind of guy and it showed in his muscles. He was a man of strength and grit, the kind who let his actions do the talking, which stood in stark contrast to most of the men she knew.

As a result, he appreciated peace and quiet as much as her. Silence between them was rarely awkward and with all the cars around them, they needed whatever serenity they could get. They must have lingered on the parkway for a good 20 minutes before they finally made it onto the highway. There was plenty of frustration and horn-honking to go around, but Natalie refused to let it get to her. She knew things would get easier once they got far enough away from the city.

“Looks like we’re past the worst of it,” Peter said as they drove onto the highway. “It won’t be much longer, now. I promise I’ll get you away from this mess as fast as this truck will allow me.”

“You’re so sweet,” Natalie said, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. “If you get pulled over, I’ll gladly pay the fine myself.”

“My cousin knows the sheriff. I’ll call in some favors if I have to. It’s supposed to be a nice, clear night…no storms, no traffic jams, and no alarms waking you up at the crack of dawn.”

“You can stop enticing me, Peter. I’m already eager to get home and out of these damn work clothes.”

“Any chance you’ll let me help with that?” he teased.

“Well, that all depends on how quickly you can get us to a zip code where the cows outnumber the people.”

She threw in some seductive undertones, adding both incentive and anticipation to her lover’s efforts. He responded quickly, speeding up and passing several cars on the highway. One driver flipped them off, but he didn’t seem to notice. She could already tell he was entertaining thoughts of an intimate reunion. If he knew just how many thoughts she’d been entertaining on the flight, he would’ve drove even faster.

Natalie tried not to get too ahead of herself, though. For the moment, getting away from work had priority over her sex life. She let her husband focus on getting them home while she settled in, letting her mind and body settle after so much work.

At least a half-hour passed, which was the average time it took to get from the airport to the country roads that led to her and Peter’s house. It felt much longer than that, though. Natalie didn’t even look at the clock or check her phone. She didn’t care to know how late it was or how little rest she’d gotten over the past three days. She’d left those worries back at the airport.

As they got farther away from the city and deeper into the countryside, Natalie found herself looking up at the sky. The sun had set hours ago and a full moon illuminated the sky alongside plenty of stars. It was a sight she’d come to appreciate growing up in such a rural area, a clear night sky full of stars. It was something she just couldn’t get in the city or even the suburban office park where she worked.

“The moon is really bright tonight,” she commented shortly after they exited the highway. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It’s no brighter than usual,” Peter said, finally slowing down a bit. “Trust me, the dogs would’ve noticed.”

“I guess it just feels that way after staying in the city for three days. My hotel room overlooked a brick wall and an air conditioner unit.”

“That’s some view,” he laughed.

“It didn’t make much difference. The night before I left, I joined my co-workers for this rooftop mixer at the hotel. It was a clear night, just like this one. I could see the moon, but I didn’t see a single star. I didn’t even hear any crickets. There was just cars, yelling, and the occasional police fire siren.”

“Sounds like they got too much going on to just admire the stars. It’s a damn shame too. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“That’s just it. I think they do, on some levels. They’re just resigned to it. They shrug it off like it’s no big deal.”

“That’s their loss, I guess. Then again, they probably don’t have fond memories of watching the stars with their future spouse in high school.”

“Funny, I don’t remember us just watching the sky on those nights.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything because three days without you has made things mighty lonely back at the house. The dogs are nice, but there’s only so much companionship they can give.”

“I would hope so,” Natalie said curtly. “Then again, I shouldn’t be talking. While I was on that trip, I was surrounded by all these people…perfect strangers and friendly co-workers. And yet, I still felt lonely.”

“Or maybe you just missed my companionship too?” he teased.

“I don’t doubt that was part of it. At the same time, though, it was so…disorienting.”

Natalie hugged her shoulders as she thought about it. She kept gazing up at the moon and stars. They only 15 minutes away from home. At that point, they had ventured into the quiet back roads that connected their isolated community from the bustle of the nearest city. The sky was so much clearer, devoid of tall buildings and glaring lights. Something about that resonated with her on a personal level.

Looking back over at her future husband, still looking so focused and poised, Natalie felt something she hadn’t experienced in the city. Sitting next to her wasn’t just another random figure who’d passed her by at a busy crosswalk. He was Peter Evan Brooks, a hard-working country boy who loved baseball, dogs, and gangster movies. He was the man she’d randomly met in the sixth grade during a group project for social studies…the man who’d asked her out on a dare from his brother…the man who’d proposed to her on a clear, crisp night under the stars.

That simple, but profound idea – that the man next to her meant so much for reasons that seemed so small on paper – hit her like a splash of cold water. It was like she needed a reminder of why she worked so hard in the first place. Along with that clarity, however, came another powerful feeling…one that would delay the final stretch of her trip home.

“Peter,” Natalie said, her tone becoming much more serious, “pull the truck over.”

“What?” Peter said, swerving slightly along the narrow road. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine…almost,” she assured him. “There’s just something I really need right now and I don’t want to wait until we get home.”

To make her intentions more obvious, she reached over and slipped her hand between his legs, rubbing along the crotch of those dirty blue jeans he refused to watch. The way she touched him caused him to abruptly slow down, causing him to grip the steering wheel harder. He seemed to get the message, but Natalie decided to emphasize her desire.

“The moon is out, the stars are shining, and the back of your truck is empty,” she said, leaning over and whispering into his ear seductively. “Peter, that trip left me so tense. Please…help me feel at home again.”

Her hand still rubbing the inseam of his pants, she playfully nibbled on his ear-lobe, something that always got his blood flowing in the right direction. Natalie felt him tense, even as he kept his eyes on the road. That old her he’d already decided.

“I’m pulling over,” he said, his voice laced with a determined grit that she found so sexy.

Peter pressed the breaks, causing the tires to skid along the poorly-paved roads. He then pulled the truck over, parking it along the gravel curve. It was a bumpy, uneven ride that shook them both from their seat. Natalie didn’t mind, though. If anything, it turned her on.

As soon as the truck came to a stop, he turned off the engine and undid his seat-belt. Almost immediately, he threw his arms around her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Natalie matched his passion every step of the way, running her hand over his unshaven face while stroking the growing bulge in his pants. However, as much as she craved her fiancé’s love, there was something else she craved.

“Outside,” she said intently. “I need to do this outside.”

“Need to? Or want to?” Peter questioned with a half-grin.

“Need!” Natalie said with completely certainty. “I really, really need it.”

Her words left no room for uncertainty. She didn’t care that they were out in the open. They were already on a rarely-traveled backroad. They hadn’t seen another car drive by in nearly five minutes. There was nothing but farmland on one side of the road and open field on the other. There were no buildings or people looming over them. It was just them, the warm air, and the night sky.

After parting from their embrace, she undid her seatbelt and got out of the truck. She then stumbled towards the back, throwing off her jacket and undoing the top several buttons of her blouse. Peter followed suit, undoing his flannel shirt along the way and the white undershirt beneath it. In the hot, muggy night air, clothes were unbearable, especially after wearing only formal business attire for three days.

“Off…got to get it off!” Natalie said with growing desperation.

By the time she met Peter at the back of the truck, she got her blouse off and he’d already loosened his belt. They embraced again, smothering each other with hard kisses and affectionate gestures. Just feeling that cut upper body of his, complete with chest hair and the toned muscles that came from working at a quarry, sent her libido into overdrive. She’d never wanted her lover’s touch more than she did at that moment.

As they lips and tongues meshed, Peter helped get her out of more clothes. He undid the clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble free into the night air. He also unzipped the back of her skirt, allowing it to fall to the dirty gravel below. Now in just heels and a pair of panties, Natalie already felt more at home. She still sought more.

“Peter…the truck,” she told him in between kisses.

“I hear year, darling,” he said with a manly grin.

With one arm still around her waist, he opened the rear door to expose the truck bed. It had little on it other than a few tool boxes from the quarry. That ensured they had plenty of room to work with. Given how horny she felt, they were going to need it.

“You do need this. I can tell,” Peter said. “If I’m going to be your husband, then I got to prioritize your needs.”

“You’re a good, honorable man, Peter,” she told him. “Now what are you waiting for? Get those pants off!”

Like an overly eager prom date, Natalie jumped up into her husband’s arms, kicking off her heels in the process. He instinctively caught her, his powerful hands clenching her butt in just the right way. With the strength and fortitude that made Peter a testament to manliness, he carried her onto the truck bed and laid her down.

She didn’t care that it was dirty, covered in dust from rock and cement. She actually welcomed that smell after spending days in a hotel that always reeked of window cleaner and bleach. Now on her back, looking up at the stars with the moon illuminating the area around her, she watched as Peter took off his pants, boxers and all. He already looked like an angel ready to welcome her home…one who just happened to have a raging semi.

“If anyone sees us, it’s on you,” Peter teased.

“I don’t care if the entire county sees our naked asses from above,” Natalie said. “I’m going to make love to my future husband right here out in the open.”

“When you say it like, that it sounds even sexier!”

Now, he seemed to share in the burning need. After kicking off his pants and boots, he crawled onto the truck bed with her and kissed her again. Like a couple of horny prom dates in heat, they made out on the dusty surface.

The light of the stars, the sound of the crickets, and the gusts of cool wind created a special kind of ambience. It was the complete antithesis of the atmosphere she’d experienced in the city. She wasn’t just another face in a sea of people surrounded by buildings. She was Natalie Meyers, sharing an act of passion with Peter Brooks in the peaceful surroundings of their rural home.

Her lover seemed extra dedicated to making her feel at home. After some heated kissing mixed with playful foreplay, he tender trailed his lips down her neck and over her breasts. As he made his way down her womanly body, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them down her shapely legs. She lifted her hips to accommodate him, welcoming the feeling of clean country air between her legs.

Once off, Peter didn’t even set her underwear aside for later. He threw it out into the grassy field next to the curb, showing no intention of retrieving it later.

“Relax, my love,” he told her in that deep, seductive voice of his. “Just lay back and admire the stars while I make you feel at home.”

“At home…yes,” Natalie said a she slipped into a daze of desire.

With little regard for bugs or dirt, she did as her love requested, turning her attention to the stars and trusting her future husband’s amorous intent. She felt those strong hands of his grab her by the thighs and push them apart, further exposing her exposed flesh to the elements. Peter didn’t let them get too exposed, though. True to his word, he buried his face in her inner thighs and began giving her oral sex.

“Oohhh Peter!” she gasped, her voice echoing over the crickets and winds.

The feelings that followed were welcoming, to say the least. Peter was more direct than usual, elevating her hips up to his face and using his tongue to probe her hot depths. He knew her anatomy so well, having memorized all her most sensitive areas. He was so thorough, not being too careful, but not being in a hurry either. He treated giving his future wife oral sex with the same urgency he had in getting her home.

Hot, powerful sensations coursed through her body, the warmth contrasting perfectly with the brisk winds that blew over her naked skin. As Natalie soaked in every feeling, she let her body writhe wildly like an animal unchained. She even fondled her breasts, supplementing the sensations and further heightening the desire.

As she soaked in the feeling, she kept her eyes on the stars. The visual spectacle of a sky unhindered by city lights supplemented the spectacle of receiving oral sex from the man she loved. It was sight she couldn’t see in the city, as well as a feeling she couldn’t get from anyone else. That just made every sensual sensation even more meaningful.

Despite several gusts of wind that blew over the truck, Natalie reached full aroused. Even Peter seemed impressed as he gave her tender folds a few extra licks, taking in her womanly scent and joining her in a daze of desire.

“Mmm…so hot and wet,” Peter said. “I missed you so much, Natalie.”

“Me too, Peter,” she said, already gasping for air.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he told her, “right here…under the stars.”

“Under the stars with my future husband…yeah, I’d like that.”

With a glint of confidence and an aura of strength, her future husband set her hips down and got back on top of her. Natalie hooked her legs around his waist, drawing her lover into her grasp. The weight of his masculine physique pressed up against hers, as if to protect her from the gusty winds. She could already feel his erect member pressing against her inner thighs, an expected byproduct for a man who loved his truck, the country air, and going down on a beautiful women. As Peter aligned his body with hers, he captured her lips in another kiss.

Then, in a simple thrust of the hips, he entered her. Like two lost souls finding each other from a prolonged absence, their flesh came together.

“Ohhh Natalie!” her love moaned.

“Peter…” was all Natalie could get out.

For a moment, they just savored the feeling, her warm folds embracing his hardened member. That feeling of smooth, intimate penetration sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Fueled by that feeling, Peter started moving, kissing down her neck and caressing her feminine curves. The truck began shaking. Her world shook with it. Less than an hour ago, she’d been stressed and restless. Now, she was in a world of loving bliss.

“Oohhh Peter!” Natalie cried out.

She tightened her hold on him, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back and raking her nails over his shoulders. Peter was more energetic than usual, working his body with hers at a vigorous rhythm that tested both her endurance and the tires of his truck. They both held up, though. Through each fervent thrust, Natalie felt an ecstasy that complemented their shared passions.

As their lovemaking unfolded in the midst of crickets and humidity, she still found herself gazing up at the stars. Peter kept his face buried in her neck, as he often did when they went at it with extra vigor. It allowed her to keep admiring the stars and moon above, a celestial spectacle that she’d come to appreciate for so many reasons. After not being able to enjoy it while on her trip, it took on almost as much meaning as the act of making love to Peter…almost.

“The stars…my love…my home,” Natalie found herself saying. “I’m really…home!”

Her passionate proclamation echoed into the night sky. It also prompted Peter to step up the pace of their lovemaking, rocking her body and the truck harder with his fervent motions. It sent her to the brink of orgasm in record time, so much so that she grabbed her lover by his unkempt hair and braced herself.

“Ooh I’m close, my love! I’m so…so close!” she told him.

“Consider it…your homecoming,” he whispered into her ear.

Natalie smiled joyously and held her love closer as the ecstasy approached. With her gaze still fixated on the stars above, she awaited that sweet release that could only come through her lover’s dedicated efforts.

When the feeling washed over her, she let out another cry to the heavens that probably carried into the next county. For all she knew, she woke the horses in their neighbors’ stable. If they complained, she’d apologize later. At that moment, Natalie just let herself descend into that warm oceans of ecstasy.

Her toes curled and her naked flesh burned with blissful sensations, a perfect counter to the brisk winds of the night. Muscles, inside and out, throbbed in accord with her release. Along with that feeling came a sense of certainty. No matter how far she traveled or how alone she felt in a crowd, she could still come home to a man who loved her so much that he would have sex with her in the back of a pickup truck.

“I love you, Peter…I love you so much,” Natalie said through the euphoria.

“I love you too, Natalie,” Peter said to her, still panting heavily.

“And now…it’s my turn to welcome you!”

Still holding onto her lover’s hair, she drew him into another kiss. As their lips and tongues united once more, she shifted their bodies around so that she was the one on top and he was lying on the dusty truck bed. Like her, he didn’t seem to mind, though.

Their flesh never parted, his member still hard and in need of its own release. Natalie went to work granting him that, straddling his waist and rising into an upright position – the “poised cowgirl,” as he called it.

From there, she began riding him, gyrating her thighs and working his manhood along her throbbing folds. She didn’t care that parts of her lower body were still recovering from her orgasm. Her love had been dedicated enough to bring her to ecstasy under the stars after a long, lonely trip. The least she could do was return the favor.

“Natalie…so beautiful,” Peter said as he looked up at her naked form.

“My love…share this with me,” she urged him. “You and me…right here…under the stars.”

Natalie took his hands in hers, their fingers becoming entwined as she stepped up the pace of her movements. She gazed at him lovingly, watching her breasts bounce with every movement. She could tell how close he was by the way his face contorted with greater intensity. It was the look of a man who really missed her and the wonderful love the made together.

“Natalie…I’m coming!” he grunted.

“Yes, my darling. I feel it too,” she said to him.

She held his hands close to her chest, allowing him to feel her beating heart as he achieved his climax. Like her, his body shuddered, his manly muscles bulging under the weight of the feeling. Unlike her, though, his focus wasn’t on the stars above. It was on her, the woman who loved him and had missed him so much.

They clung to each other through the duration of his ecstasy. Natalie felt his manhood throb inside her, his manly juices mixing with hers in a convergence of passion. As he processed the feeling, she rose up off him, their flesh finally parting. She then laid down next to him, curling up in his arms atop the dirty truck bed. While he caught his breath, she lovingly stroked his chest and kissed the side of his face.

“Thank you, Peter,” she told him. “I can safely say I don’t feel so disoriented anymore.”

“Yeah…you’re welcome,” her love replied, “and thank you for giving me another reason to marry you. How many other fiancés out there want to make love under the stars like this?”

“The kind who likes to keep things simple, easy, and sexy,” Natalie said playfully. “I can handle a trip to the city, but I’ll always need a good love to come home to.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to being that love…till death do us part.”

With a beaming smile and an affectionate gesture, Natalie kissed her future husband once more. It was a beautiful thing, a culmination of a special act that had unfolded in a special place. They didn’t need a fancy hotel room. They didn’t need a fancy bed, either. They just needed a pickup truck, a clear night sky, and each other.

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“The Countdown” A Sexy Short Story For New Years

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First off, Happy New Year, everybody! I hope everyone had a great holiday. The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help usher in the new year with a bang, among other things. Enjoy!

“It’s almost time, Violet,” said Evan Jose intently. “Are you ready?”

“Almost,” replied Violet, his equally excited wife. “How much longer do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he told her. “Hurry up! I’m ready to end this year with a bang.”

“You and me both, my darling.”

Evan was already breathless, feeling an energy and excitement he didn’t usually feel so close to midnight. Both he and his wife weren’t big on late night activities. They hadn’t been since college. Getting older, getting married, and building successful careers made it challenging to enjoy the kinds of midnight antics that once defined their reckless youth.

However, for one special night, they made an exception. On New Years Eve, just before the clock struck midnight, he and Violet went out of their way to preserve a special tradition that began shortly after they started dating. It had a simple premise, but carried a great deal of meaning for their relationship and their love.

“I found it!” Violet said as she rushed into the living room, carrying a mid-sized box in her arms. “It was stuck between that oversized TV box I told you to throw away…twice, if I recall.”

“Shit, I knew I forgot something this morning,” Evan grumbled. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know you will. Now, help me with this. The clock is ticking!”

She was right and Evan didn’t need further motivation. Moving quickly, he opened the box with her and pulled out the same air mattress they had used at the same time last year. Having already moved the coffee table to the side, Evan spread it out over the living room floor while Violet activated the pump.

Their eyes constantly drifted towards the TV and the clock. They had coverage of the annual New Years celebration in New York City, complete with the traditional ball drop to usher in the new year. For most people, it was a formality and a mindless media spectacle. For him and Violet, though, it represented so much more.

With every passing second, their anticipation heightened. After laying the mattress out, Violet attached the air pump so that the bed could inflate. The stage was officially set. That left only a few minor details.

“We’re officially back on schedule,” Violet said.

“Looks like it,” said Evan as he watched the bed inflate. “You know what that means, right?”

“Yep! Time to ditch these itchy clothes.”

Violet couldn’t shed her shirt and pants fast enough, stripping down to her bra and panties with an eagerness that rivaled their honeymoon. Seeing his beautiful wife strip down, revealing that she wore the same sexy lace underwear he’d bought her for Christmas, was enough to a special passion in any man. He quickly did the same, stripping down to his boxers and tossing his clothes across the room.

Now in their underwear, the light of the TV and their Christmas tree illuminating their living room, Evan approached his wife with the same bravado he’d shown the night he proposed. Coincidentally, that night had also been New Years Eve and was a major part of why they valued their tradition.

“We did it, Violet. We made it through another year,” Evan said as he embraced her in his loving arms.

“We did,” she said in that extra-seductive tone of hers. “This one was tough. Work got hectic. My dad still refuses to retire. Your sister got divorced.”

“And all that happened before summer. Don’t forget our Labor Day trip that went horribly wrong.”

“You mean the one that involved you breaking three ribs because you thought you could ski better than your cousin?”

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered. “That was just a really nasty bruise. Then, there’s me having to work overtime on Thanksgiving. There’s my uncle hitting us up for money. There’s that promotion I didn’t get.”

“There were plenty of setbacks. That’s for sure,” she conceded.

“But there were a lot of good days in between,” Evan pointed out, cupping her chin and holding her closer. “No matter how rough things got or how many things went wrong, you and I got through it. Coming home to you, being with you, and sharing those burdens…it made this year feel like a success.”

“While the extent of that success is debatable,” Violet said as she playfully pawed his chest, “the results speak for themselves. We’re still here. You’re still my husband and I’m still you’re wife. And I’m ready to cap off this year the same way we capped off the last one!”

Evan grinned, his embrace growing bolder as he trailed his hands down her half-naked form, feeling up her womanly curves. The mention of their previous New Years celebration brought back fond and vivid memories.

It had been in the same room under the same scenario, complete with an inflated air mattress and the TV blaring coverage of the New Years festivities in New York. That moment was the most recent of a long string of New Years Eve moments that he and Violet had forged together. It started as a playful game back when they had started dating, making love in the final minutes of the year. Then, they did it again the next year and the year after that.

Whether by fate or effort, it helped deepen their love. Now, they were prepared to carry that love into another year and, as the final countdown commenced, their desires escalated to a familiar intensity. After checking the clock on the TV, their favorite New Years celebration could begin.

“I love you so much, Evan,” said Violet, her gaze radiating with passion.

“I love you too, Violet,” said Evan intently.

“Well, you’ve got ten minutes left of this year to prove it!”

“Ten minutes, huh? That should be enough!”

The countdown had officially begun. Their favorite holiday tradition could finally commence. Evan didn’t let a second go to waste.

With a potent blend of urgency and passion, he kissed his wife on the lips. It wasn’t a soft, gentle kiss. It was hard and direct, reflecting the intense desire he had for her…a desire that he had only ten minutes to express. Having prided himself on being an efficient lover, Evan quickly escalated his affections.

As their lips meshed, he felt up her womanly curves, tracing a path up her thighs until he reached her heart-shaped butt. Violet returned the favor, twirling his tongue with his and pawing his exposed upper body with more intent. Shortly after grabbing hold of her butt, she slipped a hand over his boxers, which already had a significant bulge. Despite the growing urgency, their desires were perfectly aligned.

“The bed,” Evan gasped in between the kissing.

Violet responded with a soft purr, followed by more aggressive foreplay. She gave the bulge in his boxers a hard squeeze while deepening their embracing, making it so her breasts pressed right up against his chest. That sent a clear signal to Evan and he responded in kind.

Showing off the kind of masculine strength that often drove her wild, he picked her up in his arms. On instinct, she hitched her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his neck. Now supporting her entire weight, Evan laid her down on the air mattress that had since finished inflating. With a quick peak at the TV, he saw that time was still ticking away. That prompted more urgent foreplay.

“The underwear…so itchy,” Violet said, her every word laced with seduction.

“That’s an easy fix,” Evan replied in his manliest tone.

Working quickly, he unclasped his wife’s lace bra and slipped it off with ease, exposing those beautiful, voluptuous breasts of hers. His first instinct was to take them in his hands and bury his face in them, but time was a factor. He had to be efficient with his passions.

He still shoved his face between them, evoking a playful laugh from Violet as he slipped his hands down to her waist and grasped the sides of her panties. Like a man on a mission, he slid them down her thighs and she eagerly lifted her hips to get them off. She showed just as much intensity, reaching for his boxers and trying to pull them off. She would’ve torn them off had he not slipped out of them shortly after tossing her panties aside.

“Mmm…that’s better!” she said, her gaze narrowing on his semi-erect manhood.

“Still room for improvement,” Evan pointed out.

“Yes. There is!”

More intense kissing and heated foreplay continued. Naked skin meshed with naked skin. Violet’s bare breasts pressed up against his chest. His growing manhood rubbed up against her thigh. Her hand – the same one that had been fondling his arousal through his boxers, no less – quickly found its way to his manly flesh.

The feeling of her loving touch didn’t just accelerate the flow of blood in all the right directions. It added even more incentive to cap the year off in a way that was both memorable and blissful.

“Ooh! Feels like you’re ready, my love,” Violet purred.

“The clock is ticking,” Evan told her. “You ready too?”

“Are you kidding? Let’s start the fireworks!”

Traditionally, people waited until after midnight to start the fireworks. He and Violet had their own special tradition and theirs was a lot more fun. Another quick check of the TV showed that they were right on schedule. In the spirit of their sexy tradition, Evan lit the proverbial fuse and positioned himself over his wife.

She eagerly parted her legs and welcomed him into another deep embrace. Holding onto her hips for leverage, he guided his rigid flesh to her waiting womanhood. She was every bit as aroused as him, her outer folds so wet with juices. With the same urgency and desire that had ignited their special tradition, Evan entered her with a single thrust, their flesh uniting in the final moments of the year.

“Ohhh yes!” Violet gasped. “Evan…I feel you inside me.”

“Oh Violet…so beautiful,” Evan moaned.

In a burst of focused, yet festive passion, he began making love to his wife. He put in extra effort, working his body against hers in a steady procession of movements. Manly sinews meshed with feminine curves. Naked skin grinding against naked skin as his rigid manhood slithered within her hot womanly depths.

Grunts and groans soon filled the room, drowning out the countdown to the new year. Every ounce of energy and attention was focused that singular act, turning the love they felt into a tangible feeling.

“Evan! Ooh Evan!” she panted.

It was music to his ears, by far his favorite holiday tune. Evan evoked more of it, kissing down her neck and caressing her womanly curves as he rocked her body with his movements. She did plenty to share in the effort, raking her fingers over his shoulders and digging the balls of her feet into his lower back, supplementing his every movement.

Together, they rocked the flimsy air mattress and the world around them. Pants and gasps mixed with joyous laughter as their lovemaking became more playful. They rolled around together, making love in different positions at different angles. She got on top at one point and rode him like a sex goddess. At another, he pinned her on her side and tickled her toes as he thrust into her at an angle.

He and Violet always enjoyed mixing things up, especially on nights when they had passion to spare. On New Years Eve, they always made sure to have a little extra and made sure to channel it in just the right ways. As the waning minutes of the holiday ticked by, their ability to express their love faced one last test for the year.

“Violet…I’m close,” Evan gasped, steading his movements for that final push.

“Me too, Evan,” Violet panted. “We’re…going to cut it close!”

“I’m game…if you are.”

“You know I am, babe!”

A quick glance at the TV confirmed what they already sensed. They were down to their final minute of the year. The big flashy ball in New York City was starting to drop, counting down the remaining seconds of the year.

In anticipation of that moment, he and Evan shifted their bodies in order to watch, as per the tradition. Violet got on her hands and knees. Evan positioned himself behind her, grabbing hold of her waist before thrusting his member back inside her and resuming their sex. Once again, he channeled his love and energy into the loving act. He also used what he knew about his lover’s sexual proclivities to ensure they shared in the fruits of their efforts.

As their naked bodies rocked, he slipped one hand between her legs and fondled the most sensitive areas of her womanly flesh. He knew just how to touch her and how to bring her to the brink. It was a testament to his dedication, as well as their love of getting intimate.

“Oohhh yes! Just like that, Evan!” she gasped. “Just…like that!”

Violet reacted with equal dedication, bucking her hips and moving with him in perfect harmony. She was ready to embrace the coming ecstasy and so was he. However, to complete their favorite tradition, they had to make sure it was the first thing they felt in the new year. As the ball on the TV screen descended and the clock ticked, they counted down those final moments with so many other.

“5…4…3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

In that special moment of transition from one year to the next, he and Violet achieved orgasm. It was as close to simultaneous as two dedicated lovers could get. Together, they let out a cry of delight that ushered in the new year in the best possible way. His member throbbed and her inner muscles contracted in release of shared ecstasy. Waves of pleasure rippled between them, their love manifesting in a real feeling that they conjured at just the right moment.

It was uniquely satisfying, their mutual climax being the first feeling they experienced in the new year. As the fireworks and confetti dropped in New York City, he and Violet just soaked in the feeling. With their flesh still entwined, Violet rose up so he could embrace her once more. Even through labored breaths, they shared a loving kiss to complete the tradition and celebrate their love for another year.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” Evan said to her.

“Happy New Year, my love,” Violet said. “I can’t wait to make this year better.”

“Me too,” he said with a smile. “Once again, we started it off with a bang!”

“It’s the best way to start and end any holiday.”

“Amen to that!”

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“The Greatest Present” A Sexy Short Story For Christmas

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote as my personal gift, of sorts, to those in the mood for a sexier kind of holiday. I hope you enjoy it and I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.

“Ungh! Who the hell left the alarm clock on?” groaned a restless Aaron Wales.

The former theater actor turned sales manager rolled over and pounded his fist on the blaring clock radio. Much to his annoyance, it read 6:00 a.m. That was usually the time he had to get up just to be at work on time. Christmas morning was one of the few times when he could sleep in. Now, with his ears still ringing, he sighed as he laid back in bed.

“Merry Christmas, indeed,” he muttered.

Neither his tone nor his mood was very festive. That wasn’t entirely because he’d been jarred from a peaceful sleep, either. Christmas had been extra stressful for the past couple years. It was stressful enough, getting together with family and finishing all his shopping in time. Both he and his wife, Violet, came from big families that loved to go all out when it came to celebrating the holidays. It was usually so joyous, but for Aaron, there wasn’t much to celebrate.

Not long ago, his dream of acting professionally took a big hit when the theater company he worked for went bankrupt. It happened unexpectedly. While he later found out his boss had been mismanaging the budget for years, Aaron had worked hard for that company. For a time, it laid out a path for him to achieve his dream.

That dream now felt like a distant memory. He’d married Violet just before the company went bankrupt, promising her that he would bring raw spectacle to their lives and many others. She believed him. Being a graphic designer, she was one of the few who appreciated his love of the arts. Having to take a job in a sales department, just to keep paying the bills, felt like he’d broken that promise.

“I miss feeling excited about the holidays,” Aaron said to himself. “I miss feeling excited about any day.”

Resigned to his lack of holiday spirit, he turned over to see that the other half of his bed was empty. That didn’t surprise him. Violet was an early riser and was probably planning out their trip to his parents’ house later that morning. Content to let her work, he rolled over in hopes of going back to sleep.

Then, his phone started buzzing. He’d received another text. With another groan, Aaron reached over to response.

“What now?” he muttered.

Upon opening his phone, he was surprised to see a text from his wife. The fact they shared the same undersized apartment made that strange. What was even stranger, though, was the content of the text.

“Wake up, you wannabe Scrooge,” he read. “Santa came last night. He left something special under the tree.”

A string of colorful emojis followed, which confirmed it came from Violet. She ended every text with excessive emojis. It was her way of letting him know she appreciated his taste for the theatrics. It also let him know when she was being serious.

“Something special, eh?” Aaron said. “Well, I’m definitely not getting back to sleep now.”

Curiosity quickly overrode grogginess as he slipped out of bed and put on his bath robe. He then replied to the text, letting Violet know he was on his way. She responded with more emojis, as if to encourage him to hurry.

Heeding her request, Aaron exited the master bedroom and made his way down the hall. He suddenly felt like a kid again, making his way downstairs on Christmas morning to open presents. He already noticed that the lights from the Christmas tree in the living room were turned on. He could even hear a fire crackling in the fireplace, which was very unusual at such an early hour.

“What are you up to, Violet?” he wondered.

Seeking both answers and a good excuse for being up so early, he entered the living room not knowing what to expect. What he saw would’ve roused even the most bitter of Christmas spirits, among other things.

“Good morning, darling,” greeted a loving, sexy voice. “I hope you like your present!”

Aaron just stood in stunned silence for a moment. What he saw before him might not count as a classic Christmas miracle, but it probably should have.

Lying just in front of the Christmas tree they’d only finished decorating a week ago was the same beautiful woman he’d married, but presented in a spectacle that any theater enthusiast could appreciate. That simple nighty she’d worn to bed the other night was long gone. In fact, all her clothing was gone. She was as naked as the day she was born, except for an oversized red bow over her breasts and connected streamers that covered other parts of her female anatomy.

In addition to the bow was a large tag that read “To: Aaron. From: Santa.” It, along with the lighting from the tree and the steady glow of the fire in the fireplace, gave the impression that St. Nick himself had dropped off an angel to revitalize his Christmas spirit. If the sudden change of blood-flow in his lower body were any indication, it was working.

“Wow,” Aaron said with a beaming grin. “I don’t remember putting this on my Christmas list.”

“You didn’t have to,” Violet said curtly. “Santa knows what the boys and girls of the world wants, especially if they’ve been extra good.”

“And I’ve somehow been that good?”

“You have,” she said, “more so than you think.”

Like a true angel of the season, she rose up from the floor. The big red bow stayed on her body, covering her breasts. However, the fancy red streams did nothing to hide the rest of her nude features. Her legs, hips, and pussy were all clearly visible as she approached and took him in her loving arms.

“I’ve seen it too,” Violet told him. “These past few years – ever since the theater company went under – you’ve wanted more than just a cushy position as a sales manager.”

“Guess that’s one part of the list you don’t need to check twice,” Aaron said.

“I remember how your spirit sunk that day,” she went on. “I don’t think it has fully recovered. You still want a life in theater, but your path to it seems blocked. Even though it’s disheartening, you still find a way to be so good…to treat your family, your friends, and me with such love.”

“I’ve never been one to take my frustrations out on others. I’ve always tried to save that for the stage.”

“And in the spirit of Christmas, I just can’t let someone that good go without a special present.”

She embraced him closer, parts of her naked body making contact with his. Aaron stood enchanted under her touch as she lovingly caressed his unshaven face, not minding his bed hair or demeanor. He found himself returning her gesture, slipping his arms around her waist and feeling under the bow to touch her naked skin. Suddenly, Aaron wished he’d worn loser boxer shorts.

“Your holiday spirit never ceases to amaze me, Violet,” he told her. “This is a hell of a way to cheer a guy up on Christmas morning.”

“What makes you think that’s all I’m doing?” Violet asked with a sneaky undertone.

“Well, your lack of panties – and any other clothing, for that matter – does send that message.”

“That’s still only part of it. Take a look under the tag. You’ll see what I mean!”

Now intrigued, as well as horny, he did as she asked and turned over the extra-large tag hanging from the bow. Taped to the back was something almost as astonishing as seeing his naked wife under their Christmas tree wearing nothing but a bow.

“Holy…babe, is this what I think it is?” Aaron exclaimed, his excitement rivaling that of any child.

“That depends. Do you think it’s a business card of the West Broadway Theater Company? One that happens to have a note from the managing partner on the back?”

“A note that asks when can I start and who to call,” he said, his head spinning. “How did you…I mean, I thought they weren’t hiring!”

“They weren’t,” Violet told them, “until I cashed in almost every favor I could at my company. I offered the company some extensive pro-bono work from my team, provided they give you another chance to prove yourself. They agreed two days ago.”

“And you’ve been keeping this news from me ever since?”

“Only because I wanted to make it something special,” she said in a more serious tone, “a holiday spectacle the likes of which you didn’t think you could have anymore. Well, guess what? That changes today!”

The intensity in her voice was almost as big a turn-on as her being naked. Aaron still needed a moment to process it, holding the card up with his shaking hands to make sure it was real. Near as he could tell, it was as real as the falling snow outside. It was really happening. He officially had another chance to achieve his dream.

From the looks of it, his wife had gone out of her way to make it happen. That work she mentioned meant she was in for a lot of late nights for no added pay. If that beaming smile on her face was any indication, though, it was a price she’d gladly paid.

“Violet…I’m at a total loss here,” Aaron said, still in disbelief. “This is, quite possibly, the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

“Even better than the time your brother got you Hamilton tickets?” she questioned.

“Yes! This is definitely better than that,” he said without hesitation. “I honestly thought my dream was over. I did everything I thought I could possibly do. I was almost resigned to the idea that it was impossible.”

“Except, it wasn’t,” she pointed out. “You just needed some help getting another chance.”

“No. Not just help,” Aaron said, “a Christmas miracle!”

The card still in hand, his dream once again within his reach, he gave his wife the biggest kiss he’d given since their wedding day. His heart and spirit were energized in ways that he hoped to channel into his next theater performance. For the time being, though, he focused all of it onto the beautiful woman in his arms.

Their kiss was so passionate that it ended up loosening the bow covering her breasts. It also loosened his bathrobe, which already felt burdensome under the heat of their intimate contact. With the fire raging in the fireplace nearby, the whole room felt hot and wearing any clothing at that point felt untenable.

“Mmm…miraculous, indeed,” Violet said, already breathless.

“That’s just the first part. Now, I have to give you your gift!” Aaron said in his most seductive tone.

“You mean the new headphones I asked for? You already gave me those,” she said playfully.

“You know what I mean,” he quipped with a smirk. “Beside, I get the sense you didn’t dress up like a present without wanting to be unwrapped.”

“You sensed right, dear husband.”

Her seductive tone now matching his, they kissed again with greater purpose. As their lips and tongues meshed, Aaron undid the sash to his robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in just a pair of white boxers. He then took his wife in to his powerful arms and laid her down on the carpet just in front of the Christmas tree.

She laughed joyously as she showed off his strength and spirit, which he hadn’t shown much of in recent years. That must have really turned her on because she began undoing the bow covering her naked body. What she started, though, Aaron made sure to finish. Like a kid tearing into the biggest present under the tree, he ripped it off to render Violet completely naked.

“Now there’s a sight worthy of holiday magic,” Aaron said with a festive grin.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Violet teased. “Get those boxers off and join your greatest gift under the tree!”

He didn’t need any further tempting. With a perfect blend of urgency and eagerness, he slipped out of his boxers, rendering him as naked as his lover. He was already partially aroused, an unavoidable byproduct of seeing his beautiful wife under the Christmas tree so early in the morning. As he hovered over her and took in the sight of the woman who’d just helped revitalize his dream, the arousal escalated in accord with his passion.

“Come, my loving husband,” she said to him. “Let’s create our own holiday special!”

Needing no further miracles to give his wife the gift he desired, Aaron went to work expressing the breadth of his love for her in the most physical manner possible. Being a lover of theater, he knew better than most how to turn passions into actions.

He began with a round of heated kissing, complete with plenty of tongue. He supplemented that with his wife’s favorite brand of foreplay, which involved him kneading her breasts with both hands, giving her nipples a pinch while she raked her fingers over the sinews of his back. That intense, physical touching created a heat that even the holiday cold couldn’t hope to quell. The added light of the Christmas tree helped create an even greater ambience.

“Mmm…I’m definitely in the spirit, now!” Violet purred as he kissed down her neck.

“Just you wait,” Aaron whispered into her ear, “the show’s just getting started!”

Further tapping into his theatrical talents, he proceeded to the next act of their holiday special. All the kissing and touching had rendered his love aroused and eager for his manly flesh. He could tell by the way her legs parted, the heat from her inner thighs radiating with desire. His manhood already fully erect, he prepared their flesh for a very festive union.

Shifting his hands from her breasts to her hips, Aaron positioned himself between her legs. Violet showed plenty of spirit as she eagerly hooked her legs around his waist, welcoming into her grasp. Their eyes never diverted as he guided his member towards her wet entrance. With a single, determined thrust, he entered her. In that moment, the line between their love and a Christmas miracle disappeared.

“Ohhh Aaron!” she gasped. “That feels so…festive!”

“Festive indeed,” he grinned.

They kissed again. Holiday miracles gave way to more basic instincts as their bodies began moving in the traditional dance of lovers. Aaron was more focused than usual, really digging his knees and feet into the floor as he made love to his wife, working their bodies in a rhythm worthy of the holiday spirit. Deep moans, hard gasps, and blissful proclamations of love followed, welcoming Christmas morning with the utmost joy.

Upon establishing that extra-special rhythm, their naked bodies moved and rocked together in a procession of intimate positions. They rolled around together on their living room floor, laughing and smiling as they embraced each other with amorous passion. One moment, Aaron was on top, pumping away into her intimate depths. The next, she was on top, riding his cock like the true holiday angel she was in his mind.

Beyond the inherent bliss that came with making love to his beautiful wife, Aaron saw in her a woman who had gone the extra mile. Violet was not just someone who married him for who he was. She married him for who he was striving to be. That kind of love set her apart from any woman he’d ever known. Like any good theatrical performance, the vision had to take priority over the various acts. For a love like theirs, it made for a beautiful performance.

“Violet! Ooh Violet…my Christmas angel,” he moaned in between his heated movements. “I…I’m really close.”

“Me…me too,” she panted. “Come on! One more miracle! Let’s…let’s come together!”

Whether by theatrics or holiday magic, their bodies seemed perfectly entwined for their ultimate peak. As they made their final push, they ended up in front of the fireplace, both in an upright position. Violet had her legs arched around his waist while he had a firm hold on her butt. From that position, she could ride his cock and he could supplement her every movement with his arms. It was the perfect setup for the grand finale.

Together, they guided each other to the brink or orgasm and beyond. When they reached the top of that proverbial peak, he embraced her closely and she embraced him back. Then, in one final miracle, they each shared in the ultimate holiday treat.

“Ohhh Aaron!”

“Oohhh Violet!”

Just as their voices supplemented one another, their bodies trembled under the weight of unfiltered ecstasy. His manhood tensed while her womanhood throbbed, their fluids mixing together in a pool of intimate bliss. Ripples of sensations morphed into waves as a euphoric heat surrounded them, compounding the heat of the fire with that of their naked bodies.

In that moment, under the light of their Christmas tree and the fire in their fireplace, the greatest present he could’ve asked for manifested before his eyes. His wife hadn’t just demonstrated how much she loved him and how far they’d come. She showed, through the spirit of the holidays, that dreams didn’t have to disappear. Through his wife’s love and a little holiday theatrics, miracles were possible.

“Merry Christmas, my darling husband,” she said lovingly.

“Merry Christmas, my beautiful wife,” Aaron replied, matching her love every step of the way. “Thank you for giving me the greatest Christmas present I’ve ever had.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, “and if you think this is special, just wait until you see what I have planned for New Years!”

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“Holiday Three-Way” A Sexy Short Story For The Holidays

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help get everyone excited for the holidays in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!

“Are you ready for your favorite holiday tradition, my love?” asked the sexiest, most loving voice in the world?

“I’m ready, Erin,” replied an excited Benjamin Alanzo. “I’m so goddamn ready!”

“I can see that,” she laughed. “You’re more excited than usual.”

“What can I say? I’m full of Christmas spirit!”

Ben laughed along with his beautiful wife, Erin. He couldn’t help but be a little giddy. It was Christmas Eve. It was snowing outside. Tomorrow morning, they were going to spend the day with his parents where they would open presents, drink eggnog, and celebrate the holiday. However, that was only his second favorite tradition. His most favorite was just about to unfold.

“Um…can we take the blindfold off now?” said another female voice that sounded more humored than excited.

“Sure! I think we’ve kept him waiting long enough,” said Erin playfully. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Is that also part of the tradition?”

“It is, actually. Go ahead! Share it with us.”

The other woman sounded both curious and intrigued. That was to be expected. He and Erin understood that their idea of a “holiday tradition” varied considerably compared to most married couples. Whereas some visited grandparents or baked gingerbread cookies, he and Erin opted for something a little kinkier.

Even by holiday standards, it was more elaborate than most. It started with them reserving a hotel suite at one of the best hotels in the city. It ended with him lying on the bed, blindfolded with his wrists bound by holiday bow-ties. Somewhere in between, his wonderful wife called up their favorite escort agency to enlist the help of another woman to make the holidays extra memorable. Every year, they found someone else who got a kick out of their tradition.

Ben finally got his first look at the woman with which they’d be sharing Christmas Eve with. After removing the blindfold, he laid eyes on a woman who looks a bit overwhelmed, but very spirited, none-the-less.

“Hi,” she said with a casual grin. “I’m Candi. I guess I’ll be the third part of this little holiday three-way.”

“Nice to meet you, Candi,” Ben said with a polite smile, “but make no mistake. There’s nothing little about this tradition.”

“And no, he’s not just talking about the bulge in his underwear,” Erin laughed.

“I’d hoped that part was self-evident,” he chuckled.

Candi finally shared in the laughter. It seemed like she was ready to embrace the tradition as well. Erin had already prepared her and she was a stunning testament to both the spirit of the season and raw sex appeal.

She was younger than her and Erin, looking to be college aged, which was typical for girls from the escort agency. She had a similar body type to that of his wife, bearing an athletic figure with just the right amount of curves and muscle tone. She also had on similar attire, wearing green lingerie that perfectly complemented Erin’s matching red lingerie. Both had an oversized bow on top covering their breasts, as if to present themselves as the sexiest presents a straight man could ask for.

It was a beautifully festive sight, one that already had him pitching a tent in his boxers, which was all he had on. Erin, who was on the king-sized bed with Candi, playfully teased it as she cast him that sexy glance that felt extra meaningful on the holidays.

“In case you’re wondering…yes, we do this every year,” Erin said to Candi, who just kept smiling with bemused fascination. “On Christmas Eve, I procure the services of an escort to give my wonderful husband a three-way. It’s one of those extra-special gifts that I just love giving!”

“And I love receiving it, just as much,” Ben said proudly.

“Hey, I wasn’t judging,” Candi said. “I’m just not used to serving married couples. Most of the married people I service…well, they don’t exactly advertise that they’re married.”

“And they probably do a piss-poor job of hiding their wedding rings too,” Erin said, rolling her eyes, “but we’re not one of those couples. We never have been. We knew before we got married that we don’t do monogamy, at least not the sexy part.”

“So you’re polygamous or something?” Candi asked.

“Not necessarily,” Erin said.

“I like to think we’re just a lot hornier than most people and we don’t waste time trying to suppress it,” said Ben.

“Yeah, I’d say that sums it up,” Erin chuckled, “and if we’re not going to suppress it, we might as well embrace it. Hence our sexy little holiday tradition!”

“And what a tradition it is!” he said proudly.

With a seductive glint in her eye, his wife leaned forward and kissed him. It helped reassure Candi that there was nothing unusual about what they were doing, relatively speaking. Most of the escorts they hired only thought it was somewhat strange that a couple hired escorts for three-ways. Candi’s reaction was a bit stronger, though. It was as if what she saw a Christmas miracle, of sorts.

As he and Erin kissed, Ben noticed the look on Candi’s face shift from one of curiosity to one of arousal. She crawled in a little closer, the heat of her body mixing with hers. She clearly wanted in on the action. In the spirit of giving, Ben had no intention of denying her and neither did his wife.

“It looks like you want a taste,” Erin said to Candi.

“Would you be jealous if I did?” Candi asked.

“Ha! Jealousy…such an ugly concept,” she scoffed. “I don’t own my husband’s lips or control what he does with them. He doesn’t own mine, either. I married him because I love him, not because I want to control what he does with his lips, hands, and genitals.”

“That…almost makes too much sense,” said Candi.

“Trust me. It’ll make even more after you kiss me,” Ben said, daring her more with his eyes.

Candi, abandoning whatever lingering hesitations she’d harbored, finally took him up on the offer and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were different than Erin’s, but sweet in their own unique way. Ben quickly learned that Candi liked to use a lot of tongue, so much so that it got a little sloppy. He heard Erin chuckle, but that didn’t stop her from joining in.

“At a girl, Candi! Taste those manly lips,” she said. “There’s plenty to go around.”

Erin rejoined the effort, crawling up closer so that she laid on one side of his still-bound body while Candi laid on the other. With newfound coordination, they came together in a three-way kiss. It got even messier, lips and tongues wrestling for a taste. It got proportionally sexier too, evoking desire and passions perfectly befitting of the holiday spirit.

“Mmm…you’re a good kisser,” said Candi. “Both of you are.”

“We get a lot of practice,” Ben boasted.

“With each other and other people,” Erin added.

“Practice makes perfect,” he shrugged. “We’re better at other things too.”

“I’ll bet!” Candi said with growing excitement. “I already looking forward to it.”

“Now, you sound like a girl on Christmas morning,” teased Erin, “which is so fitting for what we’re about to do!”

The two beautiful women laughed as they resumed their three-way kissing. Their festive passions having been sparked, other sensual gestures followed. Erin began pawing his chest, tracing along the manly sinews of his upper body. Together, they trailed their lips down his neck and shoulders, exchanging glances as if to enhance their coordination. It quickly became a competition of who could use their lips better on his body and Ben was the ultimate winner.

“Oh yeah!” Ben moaned. “Now, you’re getting into it.”

“I’ll say,” Erin said.

The two women quickly made their way down his torso and abdomen, pawing and touching his exposed flesh along the way. When they finally got to his lower body, the bulge in his boxers became too big to ignore.

“Looks like we really roused his Christmas spirit,” said Erin.

“So we did,” Candi affirmed. “May I?”

“Or course! By all means, open our little present.”

Now positively giddy, Candi removed his boxers, letting his penis pop free of its confines. He was already fully erect. Having two beautiful women in bed did that to a man, but it was only the start of a much large spectacle.

“Wow!” said Candi. “That’s quite a package.”

“And people wonder why I’m such a spirited wife,” Erin said.

“They rarely wonder for long,” Ben said under his breath.

“And since we’re unwrapping presents, what do you say we unwrap a little something for my handsome hubby?”

Rather than explain it to their sexy guest, Erin demonstrated as only she could. With sex appeal that reminded Ben why he married her, she undid the bow on top of her lingerie and removed it in a sensual spectacle, revealing her breasts in the process. Ben swore his manhood twitched at such a sight.

Erin got the message quickly and mirrored his wife’s actions, undoing the bow on her attire as well and sliding it off to show off her own feminine endowment. Now, Ben had a perfect view of two topless women, each only wearing a thong at that point. Erin made it a point to show off her breasts alongside Candi’s, which were of similar size. Ben just marveled at the sight, like a kid gazing upon his favorite toys.

“Like what you see, my love?” Erin asked playfully.

“Hell yeah!” Ben said without hesitation. “It would be an affront to Christmas if I didn’t.”

“I’m already enjoying this tradition of yours,” Candi remarked.

“We’re still just getting warmed up. You’ve shown that you can keep up with me when it comes to kissing my husband. Think you can keep up when it comes to sucking his dick?”

“Hmm,” Candi said, pretending to think about it. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

It was official. Candi was buying into their tradition. She didn’t wait for Erin to set the tone like before. As soon as his wife licked her lips and went in to taste his cock, Candi joined in. Their lips touched the tip of his member almost simultaneously.

“Ooh! You’re keeping up nicely,” Ben commented.

That seemed to encourage them, much to his delight. Just as before, they treated it like a competition as to who could suck his dick better. All Ben had to do was lay back and enjoy the show.

Erin, a woman who once boasted she paid for a limo ride to her senior prom with blowjobs, set a high bar. She showed off her impressive gag reflex, taking almost his entire length into her mouth and trailing her lips down every veiny contour. Not to be outdone, Candi showed that she was a true professional, taking just as much of his length into her mouth and even using a little extra tongue around the tip.

“Not bad,” Erin said. “I see you’re one of those escorts who puts effort into her job.”

“What can I say? I like being good at my job,” Candi teased.

“Mmm…so do I,” said Ben. “I like it a lot!”

The two women snickered before resuming their competition, taking turns with their oral teasing. Candi sucked him off for a few rounds. Erin did the same, but made it a point to step up the pace. They furthered their coordination, stroking the base together.

Eventually, however, the completion gave way to playful, sexy fun. At one point, they were both licking along his shaft, giggling like a couple of school girls. They even kissed, using their breasts to tit-fuck him together. Ben almost came on the spot. It was so sexy he could barely contain himself. Were it not for the wrappers around his wrists, he would’ve contributed as well.

It perfectly symbolized the kind of relationship he and his wife had. They’d always been so sexually open, never hiding how much they loved to get frisky. He’d been an unapologetic ladies man, going all the way back to high school. Erin had always been a free spirit, so to speak. She never hid her fondness for sex, nor did she let anyone shame her for it.

When their paths crossed, it became clear to them that they could love each other and still want to have sex with other people. Ben recalled the first time Erin agreed to have a three-way. After that experience, he knew he was going to marry her. He also knew they were going to have an amazing sex life.

“I think we’ve teased him enough,” said Erin, sensing his growing eagerness.

“I’d say so too,” said Candi. “That dick is harder than the north pole!”

“And sucking it with you has gotten me all wet,” said Erin. “What do you say we ditch the panties and share the holiday spirit?”

“I’m game!” she said eagerly. “Hell, this is already the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”

Candi didn’t need Erin to set the stage at that point. She couldn’t slide off her panties fast enough, leaving her completely nude. Ben could already see the extent of her arousal. Apparently, the spirit of their holiday tradition had gotten her horny as well. In the spirit of that tradition, he couldn’t wait to show her more holiday spirit.

“Since you’re so excited, why don’t you ride his cock first?” Erin suggested.

“That’s so generous of you,” Candi said playfully.

“Well, it is the season of given,” Ben teased.

“That, it is!”

Erin and Candi coordinated once more. Candi, already fondling her pussy in anticipation, got on top of him and straddled his pelvis. As her outer folds hovered over the tip of his dick, Erin unwrapped one of the condoms they had stashed nearby and put it on, complete with some special lube. Candi, looking ready for holiday treats, eagerly grabbed hold of his torso and aligned her body with his. With a simple downward thrust of her hips, he entered her.

“Oohhh yes!” Candi moaned out.

From there, holiday spectacle gave way to basic lust. His arms remained tied and his dick was free to ride, which Candi did with festive spirit. Ben could tell when an escort was just going through the motions to earn their money. He didn’t see any of that in Candi. She really had embraced her and Erin’s kinky tradition and it made the feeling that much more satisfying.

Ben clung hard to the ribbons that had his wrists tied, holding on as Candi gyrated her hips, working her moist folds along the length of his member. She was quite vocal about how much she enjoyed it, moaning and gasping blissfully while clinging to his torso with both hands. It felt so good, his manhood slithering inside a beautiful woman’s inner depths. Sharing that feeling with others felt wholly in line with the spirit of giving.

“Oh fuck yeah! Ooh I love Christmas!” Ben moaned.

“That’s it! Enjoy your gift, my love,” said Erin as she looked one.

Not one to be left out, Erin shared in the fun, as well. While Candi road his cock, she hovered over him, kissing his lips while she fondled her own pussy. As his face contorted to the bliss coursing through his body, she cast him a beaming smile. Seeing a lover in pleasure – the man she loved and the man who accepted her, sexual kinks and all – was a satisfying sight in its own right. It was a perfect reflection of why their approach to sex worked so well.

“You look like you’re having fun. Why don’t I share in this wondrous gift?” Erin said.

“Tis the season, my love,” Ben quipped.

Laughing playfully, she rose up so that she stood over him with her pelvis right in his face. With Candi still riding his dick, she shoved his head between her inner thighs so that he could taste her heat. Ben did so without hesitation, plunging his tongue into her moist folds and tasting her flesh as though it were his favorite holiday treat.

“Yes! Tis the season, indeed!” Erin moaned.

“You guys…are my new favorite clients!” Candi said, panting heavily from her movements.

“We’re fond of you too, Candi,” said Erin. “Here, let me show you how fond.”

In a show of flexibility that caught her by surprise, Rein leaned back with the flexibility of a skilled gymnast and kissed Candi. That only encouraged her even more. She leaned in closer, working her hips with more leverage as the three of them indulged in fleshly gifts.

Moans, grunts, and playful laughter soon filled the hotel room. Ben ate his wife out while Candi rode his cock, creating a perfect cycle of ecstasy that soon escalated. He could tell by the way her inner muscles throbbed that she was close to orgasm. Some escorts were good at faking it, but he sensed there was nothing fake about what she felt. The look on her face, the way her body shuddered, and the intensity with which she kissed Erin left no room for doubt. She was going to climax first.

“Oohhh fuck! I…I’m close. I’m coming!” she exclaimed.

“You almost sound surprised,” Erin said. “Guess that means I better make sure!”

True to the kinky spirit Ben so loved, Erin pulled away from Ben’s face and got behind Candi. Then, as the younger woman rode his member to the brink and beyond, she reached behind and fondled her breasts while kissing down her neck. That did more than just give Candi the final push she needed. That send her into an orgasmic frenzy that might as well have been a Christmas miracle.

“Oohhh yes!” Candi cried out.

It was a spectacle worthy of any holiday. Ben watched in awe as Candi closed her eyes, threw her head back, and trembled under the weight of her orgasmic release. Had Erin not been behind her, she probably would’ve collapsed under her own weight. She seemed to appreciate that, so much so that she gave Erin an extra sexy kiss that Ben committed to memory.

“Wow,” Erin said. “You’re pretty vocal during sexy time.”

“You mean…for an escort, right?” Candi said breathlessly.

“No, I don’t,” she replied.

Candi, still drunk on orgasmic bliss, smiled at the older woman and kissed her again. Her pussy continued throbbing around his member until the feeling passed. Afterward, she rose up off him. His member remained rock hard, though, and seeing two beautiful, naked women kiss only heightened his desires.

“I don’t know about you ladies, but I’m ready for the finale of our little tradition, if you are,” said Ben.

“I ready too, my darling,” said Erin without hesitation, “but if our lovely participant needs a moment or two…”

Candi didn’t even let her finish.

“I don’t!” she said intently. “Please…you two have been so good to me tonight. Whatever I need to do to help you complete this sexy holiday tradition, I’m game!”

Ben exchanged glances with Erin. That might have been the post-orgasm afterglow talking, but they trusted the younger woman’s words. If she was that determined to share in the Christmas spirit with them, who were they to argue?

“In that case, follow my lead and hold on!” Erin said in a deep, seductive voice. “This last part is naughty, nice, and everything in between.”

“Think of it as an extra-sexy stocking stuffer,” added Ben.

Candi, still catching her breath, just grinned in anticipation. While Ben removed the condom, Erin captured the younger woman’s lips once more and began making out with her. As their naked bodies got reacquainted, Erin laid her down and got on top of her, their breasts now perfectly mashed together.

It was such a sexy sight, ensuring Ben’s dick stayed rock hard and ready for the final push. Already filled with Christmas spirit, among many other feelings, he joined in the kinky fun. He positioned himself behind the two women, playfully grabbing his wife’s heart-shaped ass as he guided his manhood towards her wet opening.

“My loving husband is going to fuck me now,” Erin said to Candi. “He’s going to make me come. In the process, we’re going to make you come a second time.”

“That’s…ambitious,” Candi said, almost sounding skeptical.

“It’s not ambition. It’s what’s going to happen!” she said with the utmost certainty.

“It’ll be the sexiest Christmas miracle of all time,” Ben added, sharing his wife’s confidence.

Sensing that Candi remained unconvinced, Ben went to work coordinating with his wife to deliver on their Christmas promise. Now hovering over the two naked women, watching his wife resume her make-out session with Candi, he eagerly thrust his hips forward and entered Erin’s pussy. After being restrained for the first part of their sexy tradition, he could finally demonstrate his own sexual prowess.

With strength and vigor that could brighten any holiday, Ben skillfully worked his manhood within his love’s moist folds. Her womanly flesh hugged his so perfectly, embracing him and the spirit of their love. Together, they embraced the feeling of free, unfiltered bliss that they’d made part of their sex lives. It was part of what made their relationship special and more than a little kinky.

Candi got to share in that feeling. He could tell by the look on her face that his wife was using her knowledge of the female body to their advantage. As their naked bodies grinded together under the fervor of his sexual movements, their breasts rubbed together to share in the simulation. Erin also made sure her pelvis rubbed against the younger woman in just the right way to stimulate her still-swollen clit, ensuring she got to share in the fruits of their intimate labor.

“Oohhh yeah! You feel that, Candi?” Erin said as their naked bodies rocked in unison.

“Mmm…I do. I really do!” Candi said, almost sounding surprised.

“My husband…fucks me good! Watch him…make me…come!”

His wife’s faith and confidence in him never ceased to amaze him. It made Ben even more determined to give Erin the ecstasy she craved.

He pulled out all the stops, digging his knees and feet into the bed as he humped her with focused vigor. Ben knew just how to get his wife to the brink, stimulating those extra-sensitive areas within her depths. It was one of the benefits of marrying such a horny woman. She knew how to have sex and she knew how to enjoy an orgasm. It made his job easier and more satisfying.

It still surprised Candi, though. She looked genuinely shocked when she too approached the brink of orgasm.

“It’s happening! I’m coming! I…I’m coming!” Candi exclaimed.

“Ohhh me too!” Erin moaned. “Let’s…let’s come together!”

“By all means, ladies!” Ben grinned.

Feeling emboldened with even more Christmas spirit – as well as an orgasm of his own, which he’d been holding back for a while – he delivered the last round of thrusts. As soon as Erin crossed that special threshold, she took her hands in his, enlaced their fingers together, and held on as the feeling washed over her.

It was still as beautiful a sight as it was on their first honeymoon, seeing his wife climax. She threw her head back, arched her body, and let out a cry to the heavens that could probably be heard at the North Pole. It was sweeter than any Christmas music.

As her inner muscles throbbed around his cock, Candi climaxed again as well. She ended up grabbing onto their hands as well, as though they were her anchor in their ascent to ecstasy. She wasn’t as vocal as she’d been on the first orgasm, but it was every bit as festive.

“Enjoying the holidays yet?” Ben said, leaning over and whispering into his wife’s wear.

“With you…I always do,” Erin replied lovingly.

While she soaked in her orgasmic bliss, she turned her head and captured his lips in a loving kiss. Even with part of Candi’s lipstick smeared on her face, it tasted so sweet.

“You two are just too awesome,” Candi said. “This is officially my favorite Christmas tradition of all time!”

“Funny you should say that,” said Erin after their lips parted. “Who said it’s over?”

“Well, I did notice that someone hasn’t gotten their gift yet,” she said.

“We can’t have that now, can we? Whatever shall we do?”

“I don’t know….tit fuck him until he comes on our breasts?” Candi said, as though it were the most mundane thing ever.

“Well, I was going to offer Christmas cookies, but that works too!”

“I’ll take either!” Ben said eagerly.

“I bet you would,” Erin said coyly, “but I know which one you prefer.”

His wife knew him too well. Ben, still panting heavily, withdrew his penis from his wife’s throbbing pussy and rose back into an upright position. From there, the two naked women practically pounced on his dick, getting on both sides of him and coordinating with stunningly sexy efficiency.

While exchanging sultry glances, the Erin and Candi skillfully mashed their breasts together around his rigid cock. Then, like a well-oiled piston, they worked his member between their fleshy mounds, sending Ben into a state of heavenly bliss that brought him to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh…ohhh fuck!” he grunted. “Ladies…I’m about to…come!”

“Go on, my darling,” Erin said. “You’ve been such a good boy.”

“A good, naughty boy!” Candi added.

After a few more sensual motions, it finally happened. Ben crossed that special threshold that separated simple bliss from intense ecstasy. He found himself embracing both women as he let out a deep, powerful grunt of euphoria. His lower body shuddered and his manhood throbbed as he released his load of manly fluid.

Having held back for a while, it was quite a load. It surprised Candi, but not Erin. She just opened her mouth and eagerly licked up his juices, as though it were her favorite holiday treat. She didn’t mind that she got some in her eye. Candi even helped her lick it up, a courtesy that seemed entirely in keeping with the spirit of Christmas.

“Merry Christmas…to all,” Ben said in his blissful days.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” Erin said, smiling up at him as she licked the cum off her fingers.

“Don’t you mean Merry fucking Christmas…literally?” Candi joked.

“Okay, it’s official. You’re our new favorite escort!”

The two women laughed. Ben did as well while enjoying what remained of his release. Now spent and satisfied, he laid back down on the bed. Candi and Erin joined him, each curling up to his side. Erin gave him a loving kiss and Candi gave one as well, looking like she had more holiday spirit than either of them.

The younger woman wasn’t the first escort they’d invited to a three-way. She wasn’t even the first one with which they shared their special holiday tradition. However, Candi showed a greater appreciation of it than anyone else before her. The idea that they helped share such an intimate, sexy tradition with her only made the holidays more memorable.

“Thank you,” Candi said to them. “Seriously, I know you just hired me for a job, but this was…well, let’s just say I needed it. Escorts don’t usually work on Christmas Eve because of their holiday spirit.”

“I’m glad you could share this with us, Candi,” said Ben. “I hope we’ve given you a new appreciation for holiday traditions.”

“Oh you definitely have!” she said. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at Christmas the same way.”

“Then, consider that our gift to you,” said Erin, “and if you’re ever in town again, looks up. If you enjoyed what we do for Christmas, then I think you’ll love what we do for New Years!”

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“Naughty Nora” A Sexy Short Holiday Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help get everyone in the holiday spirit, among other things. Enjoy!

Most kids stopped believing in Santa Claus at some point. Some never believed in him to begin with. They still celebrate the spirit of Christmas, but there was nothing fanciful or supernatural about it. As adults, they see it as just another holiday, albeit one that involves elaborate decorations and gift giving.

While that shift was understandable to some extent, it came at the cost of something critical to Christmas. A key part of believing in Santa was the idea of him keeping a list, tracking who’d been naughty or nice over the course of the past year. Good kids got presents. Bad kids got a lump of coal. It was a simple, concise morality lesson that often got lost once belief in Santa ends.

Nora Rael-Nagle was among the few who’d clung to it, but for reasons that had nothing to do with childhood nostalgia.

“He’s making a list…checking it twice…gonna find out who’s naughty or nice,” Nora sang playfully. “With girls like me, you don’t need to check twice.”

As she descended the stairs of the opulent home she shared with her very wealthy husband, she hummed various holiday music to herself. It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve, a time when children were most restless. Nora was restless too, but for very different reasons.

“I still believe,” she said to herself. “I know I shouldn’t. I’m an adult woman with big tits, a round ass, and sexy legs I just can’t keep closed. I just can’t help it. I believe in you, Santa.”

Her tone was a perfect blend of childlike excitement and naughty seduction. Her demeanor had an eagerness that she reserved for just one night of the year. She even chose to be festive with her attire, wearing only a revealing red nighty and matching silk panties. She knew the big guy was watching. She wanted him to watch.

Feeling his eyes on her, Nora casually strode through the spacious halls of the opulent estate. An army of maids and butler had decorated the house with plenty of holiday attire, including a 9-foot Christmas tree in the main living room on the first floor. She’d coaxed her husband – a man nearly twice her age, but still very receptive to a beautiful woman’s allure – to go all out every year during the holidays. Being the dutiful husband he was, he obliged her. However, her reason for wanting decorations were more personal.

Upon arriving in the living room, she saw that the tree was already lit with an array of Christmas lights. That, in and of itself, was telling because she remembered turning them off before going to bed with her husband. The blinds on the windows were also closed, as if to shroud the room in a protective cloak.

That didn’t bother Nora in the slightest. After all, the true magic of Christmas often went unseen. It was still there. It just required a special kind of belief to experience it.

“You probably already know, but I’ve been naughty again, this year…very naughty,” Nora said to the empty room. “I’m still sleeping with the neighbor’s son…the one who’s engaged. I also slept with my sister’s fiancé at his bachelor party. On top of that, he didn’t even know it was me because I was wearing a wig.”

The room remained silent, the only sound coming from the cold winds outside. Nora remained undeterred, though. Now standing in front of the well-lit Christmas tree, she recounted more of her naughty deeds.

“Not everything involved me getting naked,” she went on. “This past spring, I ran over my neighbor’s dog and convinced him to blame the gardener. He got fired on the spot. I stole an $800 handbag from a store because I forgot my credit card. I lied to my parents when I said I couldn’t come home for my Aunt Marilyn’s funeral. I told them I was sick, but I was just hung over and had planned a trip to Cabo that week.”

One-by-one, she recounted a full year of misdeeds. She had a long list of confessions, full of lies, debauchery, and selfishness. She regretted plenty, but only to a point. It was hard to feel too much remorse when much of her life had been one free pass after another.

Nora didn’t deny that she’d been born ahead of the curve. In addition to having great legs, big breasts, and a healthy libido, she came from a wealthy family that pampered her to no end. They imposed few rules and fewer punishments. She gotten away with things few others could, rarely facing major consequences for her actions. The only thing her family ever wanted for her was to marry into a better family, which she did the first chance she got.

Her husband was even less restrictive, though. Nora suspected he knew about her decadent streak. That might have even been why he’d married her in the first place. He just didn’t care. Nobody cared that she was so naughty. In her world, Santa Claus was the only one who gave a damn whether someone was naughty or nice.

For reasons too kinky to make sense of, even for her, that had an effect. As a girl, it gave her a unique appreciation for Christmas. It also connected her with the spirit of the season in a unique way.

“But I don’t need to tell you all the naughty things I’ve done,” Nora said. “You already know what I’ve done. You know I don’t deserve any presents and a lump of coal just isn’t going to cut it. For someone as naughty as me, you’ll need a special kind of holiday magic.”

Again, there was only silence in response. Then, she sensed it.

The air in the room suddenly got hotter.

The lights on the Christmas tree flickered.

A strange noise echoed from the empty fireplace, which wasn’t even connected to a chimney. Nora shuddered with a new kind of excitement, one that was mostly concentrated between her legs. She swore she could hear the echo of sleigh bells outside. That convinced her that the man she’d been waiting all year for had arrived.

“Ho, ho, ho…my naughty ho!” said a booming voice.

The lights on the tree flickered again. The air around her go so hot, especially between her legs. A year’s worth of naughtiness has invited the one figure who dared to punish her for her deeds.

“Santa?” she said, still fixated on the tree.

“Turn around, Nora,” said the voice.

Nora hated being told what to do, but she gladly made an exception.

As soon as she turned, she saw an ominous white mist emerge from the fireplace. Like a cloud with a mind of its own, it quickly grew. The line between the real world and the world of magic blurred, as often happened around the holidays. Rather than fear, Nora grew excited and not just from the sight of something that defied the laws of physics.

From the misty cloud, a familiar figure took shape. The magic of the season took form and substance…a magic most didn’t believe even existed, but Nora still did. As such, the figure that appeared within the mist was every bit as real as her naughty deeds.

He appeared first as a shadow, but took human form as the mist faded. The man that appeared before her was as recognizable to her as he was to any child. He had the big red coat, the long white beard, and the iconic red hat. Most importantly, in her particular case, he bought his big red sack…a sack she knew was not full of toys.

“Every year, Nora,” he said in his jovial tone. “Every year you find your way to the top of my naughty list. You don’t even try anymore. It’s as though you enjoy being naughty.”

“What can I say, Santa?” Nora said with an innocent shrug. “I’m just an inherently naughty girl.”

“A naughty girl who insists on believing long after any child. Most don’t dare tempt the spirit of the season…especially those who knows what Santa does to those who are extra naughty.”

“The fact that I know only makes being naughty that much more tempting.”

“Then, I need not explain why you deserve what Santa is about to do to you.”

A very jolly grin formed on his face. He then dropped the big red sack in front of him. More magic followed and all Nora could do was brace herself while still trying to contain her excitement.

Like the misty cloud before it, the sack took on a life of its own, opening as though invisible hands were at work. From within the velvet-red sack, a large red bow – the kind typically placed atop large presents – floated up into the air. Then, as Santa’s jolly grin grew wider, the bow magically untied itself and shot out towards her like tendrils from an octopus.

Nora barely had a chance to react. First, one part of the bow wrapped itself around her wrists, bounding them tightly and pulling her arms up over her head. After that, the other end of the bow removed her nighty and pulled down her panties, rendering her completely naked before the big jolly icon of Christmas.

“Ho, ho!” Santa laughed. “I can see why you’re so tempted, Nora. With a bosom and buttocks like yours, naughtiness tends to find you.”

“You have no idea, Santa,” Nora said.

“Ah, but I do! Remember, I check my list twice.”

As if to affirm how well he knew her, he waved his hand and the bow stream reacted. Her hands and wrists still bound, the stream swirled around her body before wrapping itself around her arms and legs, tightening its hold on her. Eventually, her hands ended up being her back, but her breasts and inner thighs remained exposed.

It happened so quickly, utilizing forces that only came around once a year. It still took Nora aback, but in a way that excited and aroused her. For every other day of the year, she was the one who tied up others and bent them to her will. Her beauty, her family ties, and her wealth gave her so much leverage over others. Everybody was just too afraid to subdue her so completely and dominate her.

None of that applied to Santa Claus, though. Armed with the magic of Christmas and a complete knowledge of her naughty deeds, he was the only man who could make her submit. Like the holiday season itself, the fact that it was so rare made it so special.

“Naughty girls often learn their lesson once I give them their lumps of coal,” Santa said. “For those who grow up to become naughty women, I must use other means to dissuade their misdeeds.”

“Do they work?” Nora teased seductively.

“For the few who still believe in the magic of Christmas, it gets the point across. For cases such as you, Nora…well, sometimes naughtiness can only be tempered with a special kind of spirit.”

With another hand gesture, the large red bow that remained wrapped around her naked body came to life again, applying force like a dozen hands pushing on her. It quickly forced her down onto her knees, a position she’d been in many times over the course of the past year. However, she’d never been in that position on someone else’s terms.

Still secure in his festive hold on her, Santa approached her, his portly form casting a large shadow. Upon reaching her, he undid his large black belt buckle and dropped his red pants to the floor, revealing a huge, jolly endowment that was perfectly proportional to his jovial size.

“Fuck! That spirit does wonders for your dick,” Nora said. “It’s even bigger than it was last year!”

“Such naughty language from such a naughty girl,” said Santa. “I say we wash that mouth of yours out with some Christmas joy!”

Whether by magic or the presence of a naked woman bound by holiday streamers, the jolly old man’s member began stiffening almost instantly. As it grew before her eyes, he grasped her chin with one hand and guided his dick to her mouth. Being the naughty girl she was, Nora eagerly opened her mouth and awaited Santa’s joy.

He delivered, as only Santa Clause could, thrusting his festive endowment into her mouth. It tested both her reflexes and her jaw muscles, more so than the many other men she’d blown over the years. Nora embraced the strain, though. Being such a naughty girl, she deserved it. Once she had his jolly cock in her mouth, she began sucking it with some holiday spirit of her own.

“Ho, ho, ho!” said Santa. “It’s a miracle! A naughty girl’s deeds becomes so nice!”

The spirit of the season was fully stoked, so to speak. With one hand still gripping her head, he guided the pace of her oral sex. Back and forth, her head rocked as her lips slithered along the length of Santa’s manhood. With each movement, his member swelled, becoming larger and more erect. It further strained her jaw muscles, but Nora kept sucking like the good naughty girl she was.

Being bound left her so vulnerable, having to cater to the whims of the jolly fat man in front of her. Something about that feeling – confronting her lurid behavior, accepting punishment from one who could subdue her so easily – just seemed so fitting. Having rarely experienced it during other times of the year, it made Christmas that much more exciting. Along with that excitement came arousal. The longer she sucked Santa’s cock, the wetter her pussy became.

As her arousal escalated, Santa’s became exceedingly jolly. His grip on her head intensified. She could tell by the way his massive member twitched inside her mouth that he was close. Being so naughty, he didn’t even warn her when he released his festive load into her throat. A load of thick manly fluid – which, fittingly enough, had a peppermint-flavored aftertaste – shot right into her gullet.

“That’s the spirit, Nora! Taste Santa’s joy!” Santa said with extra jolliness.

Nora did what the big man asked, licking up every drop. When he pulled out, finally allowing her to catch her breath, she gasped sharply. Traces of seminal fluid still dropped down her chin, but she remained very spirited. Looking up at Santa, his erect dick still hovering around her face, she flashed another naughty smile.

“Mmm…my favorite Christmas treat,” Nora said in a festive daze. “Am I back on the nice list, yet?”

“Ho, ho! Far from it, Nora,” Santa laughed. “For once such as you, I must impart some extra Christmas spirit.”

With another wave of his hand, the bow streams still wrapped around her body went to work again, putting her in another position with which to receive Santa’s special gift to naughty girls. She was moved around like a rag doll, the bow stream pushing her legs apart in the process. She eventually ended up on her hands and knees, her heart-shaped butt pointed up at the jolly old like a perfectly-wrapped present.

“I see the spirit has already affected parts of your body, Nora,” Santa said, “but for one such as you, I must employ the full magic of the North Pole.”

“Yes! Please, Santa…fill me with that pole,” Nora gasped.

He laughed jovially again, her naughty tone encouraging him even more. The bow streams pushed her legs apart even more as Santa’s gloved hand grabbed hold of her hips. Then, as she remained bound on all force, he guided his still-erect member towards her wet entrance and thrust it into her feminine depths.

A chorus of naughty and nice moans echoed throughout the room. Nora, her arms still tied behind her back, could only bury half her face into the soft rug, feeling her world rock under the light of the Christmas tree. Santa’s hard, jovial flesh slithered within her folds, sending surges of intoxicating sensations throughout her body.

“Oohhh, Santa!” Nora exclaimed. “That’s it! I’m naughty! So fucking naughty!”

“Ho, ho, ho! Yes, Nora! Yes, you are!” Santa said as he rocked her body with every movement.

He dominated her body and spirit so thoroughly. It was as though the weight of her naughtiness helped weigh her down, unable to use the influence of her husband’s wealth or the beauty she so effectively wielded. She was a naughty woman and Santa did not overlook that naughtiness, nor did she want him to.

Being dominated and bound, at the mercy of a jolly old man and his magic, was a special feeling. Between the size of his endowment and the holiday spirit that supplemented every movement, the pleasure felt uniquely festive.

“Santa! I feel…the spirit…coming!” Nora cried out with increasing fervor.

“Of course you do, Nora! Of course you do!” Santa laughed.

The red streams that had bound her body tightened, as if to keep her hold her in place for her coming release. It hit her like a Christmas miracle, a powerful orgasm that rendered her paralyzed with pleasure. It was like the spirit of the season possessing her, turning all that naughty behavior against her for one powerful moment.

“Oohhh Santa!” she exclaimed with a cry that echoed all the way to the North Pole.

Her body shuddered, her back arching and her toes curling under the onslaught of ecstasy. It rendered her even more enchanted by Santa’s magic. At that point, she might as well have been drunk on the sweetest fruits of the holiday.

“More cheer, Nora! A naught girl needs more cheer!” he said to her.

Even as her body trembled from orgasmic bliss, Santa continued ravaging her with his spirit-laden Christmas. He kept rocking her body, working his big old candy cane within her depths. The bliss that followed just sent her deeper into a holiday daze. Nora wasn’t sure how many times she came after that. She just knew that she remained at the mercy of Santa’s holiday prowess.

The streams around her body kept her in place, shifting her occasionally so Santa could ravage her from as many angles as he desired. He was as thorough as he was with his list, hitting every sensitive spot within her once and then hitting it twice for good measure. For such a big man, he had such miraculous stamina. It helped him build towards the ultimate Christmas miracle.

“Santa is ready, Nora!” he said with a beaming grin. “Prepare to be filled with true spirit!”

“Yes, Santa!” Nora exclaimed. “Fill me up! Fill me…with your…spirit!”

The big man used his size and weigh to his full advantage, delivering the last few round of gifted thrusts before crossing the final threshold. Upon reaching is North Pole, so to speak, he let out one more round of joyous laughter as he filled her with his holiday cum. Like the season itself, it had a unique flavor that filled her with a special kind of warmth.

Just as before, he made sure to inject every last drop. A girl as naughty as her needed all the spirit he could offer. Once the miracle was complete, the jolly old man withdrew his festive member from her and pulled up his pants.

“Your punishment is complete, naughty Nora. Do you feel true meaning of Christmas within you now?”

“Yeah…among other things,” she replied playfully.

“Then, my delivery is complete!”

With a jovial grin, he waved his hand again and the red bow that had kept her restrained magically untied itself, unbounding her wrists and legs from its grasps. Then, the bow magically re-tied itself before turning to Santa’s big red sack. Still grinning, he hitched the sack over his shoulder and gave the still-naked Nora one last glance.

Nora, still lying on the floor, drunk on Santa’s holiday magic, just looked up and smiled back. He knew how naughty she was. She knew how naughty she had to make his list every year. For someone like her, a beautiful rich woman who rarely gets punished for her behavior, she needed someone to punish her naughty behavior. She needed someone to subdue her without fear or hesitation. She needed someone to inspire her spirit in a unique way.

Who better to do all of that than Santa Claus? Giving gifts to good children did plenty to enhance the spirit of Christmas. Punishing naughty women like her just helped supplement the magic of the season.

“Merry Christmas, Nora. May you nice next year as you were naughty this year,” said Santa as the mist from earlier consumed him.

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen, Santa,” Nora said. “Being naughty just feels too nice.”

“Ho, ho, ho!” he laughed as he disappeared into the mist. “That, my dear, is part of the holiday spirit. Whether you’re naughty or nice, you still get the gift you deserve.”

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