The Mistletoe

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, BiSexual, Humor, Incest, Mother, Daughter, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Rough, Group Sex, Harem, Orgy, Polygamy/Polyamory, Swinging, Anal Sex, Analingus, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Water Sports, Babysitter, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: What do you get when you mix a May-December marriage, a sexually frustrated, but otherwise happily married man, a loving, playful wife, a Christmas party that hubby attends as a favor to said wife, friends with a devious plan, a babysitter with her own agenda, and a mistletoe? You get what was about to happen to Jack Stevens and his life one wintry Friday night.

I wasn’t entirely sure why my wife Katie wanted me to go with her to this particular party, when we had both already gone to the official Christmas parties for our two offices. However, this being a festive and jovial time of year, and not wishing to ruin her fun, especially when she seemed so excited about it, I agreed to go with her, with the understanding that she would make sure that she got a reliable babysitter for little Tim and Kim, our fraternal twins, who were now three. When she lined up Larissa, a preacher’s daughter who had done a terrific job the last few times, I was more than relieved.

It was a Friday night, of course, and we had plenty of time to enjoy the festivities, so I relaxed. This was especially true once Jessica, the hostess of the party, assured us that transportation issues would be covered for the trip home, in case anyone got too sauced. She didn’t tell us details, just that she had it “nailed down,” as she put it. A slim, petite woman with small breasts, but gorgeous, long brown hair that Katie teased me about more than a few times, Jessica had warned us that there would be some “house rules” for guests to follow. This was another reason that I had been unsure about the proposed gala, but Katie had talked me into trying it “just this once, baby. If you don’t like it, we don’t ever have to do it again.”

Rule one, which I already found odd, but cute in its own way, was the dress code: pajamas and nightclothes. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about the idea of Katie wearing what turned out to only be a long T-shirt and boy shorts (which she rocked, by the way), but she assured me that I would get plenty of eye candy to view as well. Most of all, she promised that it would just be “perfectly harmless fun.” I wasn’t the most jealous guy in the world, but I had my reservations about the possible intentions of drunk or half-drunk men at a party like this, all for half-naked grown-ups. I had never planned on getting married, but once I did, I wanted my wife to make the same sacrifices that I had, or else neither of us should.

The rest of the rules I didn’t discover until I arrived at the party, whereupon Jessica openly admired my Santa-themed pajama bottoms and matching red T-shirt while giving me a rather long and daring kiss at the door. When we both came up for air, I was about to ask her the meaning of that, but she pointed with a wink at the mistletoe above the doorway. When the expected slap from Katie never happened, I relaxed a bit, until it was that my wife slipped her hand down the back of my boxers and rubbed one of my buns. She wasn’t even buzzed yet ... she was stone cold sober so far.

“Relax, baby. It’s all in good fun. By the way, how did you like her lipstick? It’s cherry-flavored. A Jessica specialty. Lucky you, getting to taste her lips like that,” my wife teased me a little.

“I’m even luckier because I also get to taste yours often,” I pointed out, which got my balls groped for a second there.

“Sweet talker! Save those lips, baby. You’re going to need them later,” Katie whispered seductively, even as Jessica poured us both some drinks, in this case a hard egg nog whose ingredients were not entirely clear.

“Very nice egg nog, Jessica. What’s in it?” I asked her, even as she began passing out a short brochure that she had printed out of tonight’s rules.

“Oh, a little of this, a little of that, honey. Don’t you worry about a thing, please,” she winked at me, shamelessly flirting with me in front of Katie.

I took one first look at the rules and my eyes just about bugged out. To begin with, rule two required that every couple that showed up had to perform sexually in front of the other guests, at least once. It didn’t matter what form of sex act, as long as one was done. Katie looked at it, and then she shrugged before kneeling, yanking down my pants, and giving me a blowjob that would make any man’s knees buckle. I couldn’t believe that my wife was servicing me orally in front of numerous other people, and boy was she putting her heart and soul into what had to be the best head she ever gave me, bar none!

Katie licked, sucked, caressed, and stroked me, covered everything from the head to the base, took both balls into her mouth for a moment, and even deep-throated me for a moment. She spread my butt-cheeks to finger me a little in my asshole, adding to my pleasure with something that she hadn’t ever done once in our marriage (now I knew why she had wanted me to clean out). I did my best not to cum just yet, but I was fighting against the sheer ecstasy of her enthusiastic oral favors and her deliberate manipulation of my prostate, so it was only a matter of time before I came in her mouth and she eagerly swallowed while giving me a wink.

“Delicious, as always! Ladies, I hit the jackpot with this one! He’s got one hell of a yummy, salty load! This is why I love to suck him off! Tasty!” Katie said as she stopped me short of pulling up my pants.

“Read rule three, please, honey. Once your pants are down, they stay down for the night. It’s strictly bottomless until it’s time to leave,” Katie pointed out to me, and sure enough, she was telling the truth, much to my shock.

“Damn it, Katie, there are probably twenty or thirty people here, and they can all see my cock!” I whispered to her.

“And your sweet ass, baby! I bet that the girls are drooling already. You can just see the lust in their eyes, all for you, dear,” Katie made things worse, as my cock stiffened again so soon, “Oh, somebody likes being on display! Standing to attention again already? Lucky me!”

“Here, have another drink, baby. It will help you relax and enjoy your new bottomless state. And here, hand over your pants. I’ll take care of them for you. Boxers, too. Shoes as well. Everything from the waist down, my dear. Let’s see your fine, manly butt and damn, those legs, sweetie!” Jessica brazenly encouraged me, while I felt a mix of anxiety, excitement, and growing mistrust of Katie’s initial promises.

“Remember, babe. You swore to follow the rules and I swore that they would be fun. You don’t really expect me to believe that they’re not fun, not when you’re so visibly hard?” my Katie reassured me now, her hands freely roaming over my cock, my balls, and my ass.

Katie then downed another egg nog, just as Jessica plied me with a third, which began to work with the first two in lowering my guard. I was still stiff as could be, but my mood became more noticeably casual and easygoing. Before long, I was mixing with the others and not bothering to read the rest of the rules, which ended up on top of my pajama bottoms as I mingled, half-naked with my fellow guests. After a little while, I was able to almost forget how abnormal it was to walk around in another woman’s house naked from the waist down. Apparently, none of the ladies forgot, though.

I was right in the middle of conversing with Jordan, a very sassy redhead who loved to tell risque jokes, when she abruptly had to go to the ladies’ room, so I began walking back toward the snack table. Before I could get very far, though, I noticed the mistletoe that had been at the front door earlier, only now it was directly above the archway. At that very moment, which could not have been a coincidence, Jessica walked up to me and put her arms around my neck.

“Did you ever read rule four, honey?” she asked me with a very bright smile.

“Um ... no, I didn’t get that far. Sorry. Let me guess, I have to kiss whomever is under the mistletoe with me, wherever it is?” I guessed, thinking that it was just a minor prank like that.

“Nope. But it does have to do with mistletoe, dear. Rule four says that if you’re under the mistletoe with someone, the two of you have to fuck. Yes, fuck, honey. So, go for it, baby. Before you mention the wedding vows, I release you from those for now, but not from your promise to follow all of Jessica’s house rules. So, if I were you, I’d get that sweet pair of pajama bottoms of hers down to her ankles where they belong and give her the fucking of her life, the kind that I know that you are capable of giving her,” Katie said from behind me, putting her hands on my waist.

“What about you? You’re under the mistletoe with us now. What does that mean for you?” I pointed out.

“Well, assuming that I’m also released from my wedding vows for now, I’d like to join you two in bed. We’re all under the mistletoe together, so there it goes, that’s who it has to be. Confession time, dear. I should have told you when we got married, but I’m bisexual,” Katie said as she slid her boy shorts down and Jessica slipped out of her own bottoms in front of everyone.

“So, where do we do this? You said ‘in bed, ‘ dear,” I remarked.

“Oh, about that. Here’s the bed,” Jordan returned with a mattress that she laid down under the archway, in the sight of all the guests.

“Come on, baby. Keep your word and satisfy your hostess. Fuck Jessica as hard as she needs it, right under the mistletoe,” Katie urged me, while Jordan began fondling my buns and Jessica lay down with her legs spread.

“Oh, look, I’m under the mistletoe as well! Guess that you have to fuck me, too!” Jordan snickered as she slipped her panties off from under her chemise.

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