My Wife's Christmas Surprise (Cuckolding Shorts Book 5)

by Boswell, Ben

  "It only works if we're standing under it," she flirted back.

  He started to lift it up, then seemed to get a sudden inspiration. He handed me the cutting. "Jack, would you mind?"

  I stared from him to Julie. He had an amused look on his face. She was regarding me with a frozen smile and piercing eyes.

  Almost as if under some weird compulsion, I raised the mistletoe and held it over them.

  Surprise and, I think, disappointment flashed across Julie's face. Then she turned toward Roger, her face again composed into a tight smile. They leaned in and kissed. It was nothing particularly erotic. Just a peck on the lips, though held maybe a touch too long, giving Roger time to brush his hand down the nape of her neck.

  Just then the band came back on stage and started back up. Roger held out his hand to my wife, "How about it Jules? A quick dance to make up for before?"

  She turned toward me, "Well, only if it is okay with Jack. Is it okay with you, honey?"

  God, I wanted to say no. To grab her and just walk out. I started to refuse, but then Roger gave a withering glare, and instead what came out was, "Um, yeah, sure, if that's what you want."

  Julie's shoulders seemed to slump just a bit, but before I could say another word, Roger took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor.

  Julie was angry. I could see it in her eyes when she looked back at me. Roger was handling her expertly on the dance floor, holding her hands, spinning her around, occasionally pulling her close to his body. Her eyes went to me repeatedly, almost imploring me to cut in.

  Several times I started onto the dance floor, only to realize after what I thought were a few steps that I hadn't moved at all. It was like my feet were nailed to the floor. Finally, the song ended, and I breathed a sigh of relief as Julie took a step back toward me. But then the band broke into a ballad, and Roger pulled her back into his arms.

  She shook her head. He leaned in close and whispered something in her ear, nodding in my direction. Julie followed his glance and looked back at me. For a moment, they were both observing me. Uncomfortably, I lamely gave them a little wave. Roger chuckled. Julie rolled her eyes and shook her head. She allowed herself to be pulled into his arms.

  They were dancing very close, Roger nuzzling near to her ear, whispering something that made Julie giggle. I realized that other people were now aware of the scene, and were watching Roger and Julie on the one hand and me on the other. I could see them out of the corner of my eye exchanging glances and whispered comments. I was paralyzed, staring out onto the dance floor, a rictus smile on my face.

  Roger was growing bolder by the minute. He caressed the side of her face and ran a finger along her ear and across the nape of her neck. His other hand slid down the length of her back coming to rest in the valley of her lower back as he pulled them close together at the waist.

  He whispered another something in her ear, and again they both looked at me. I was uncomfortable and embarrassed but somehow still frozen. He whispered to her again, and again they seemed to share a laugh at my expense.

  She turned back toward him, and he gave her another quick, closed mouth kiss, but given their bodies pressed together, it seemed anything but chaste. She glanced back over the shoulder at me, but I remained mute and still, she turned back toward Roger again and now stopped looking back.

  Julie's back was to me. They were no more than ten paces away, swaying gracefully together to the music. I watched as Roger's hands were now gently massaging Julie's lower back, slowly, but consistently, moving lower and lower until his fingers were tracing small circles across her butt. He gave her ass a firm squeeze. I jolted upright and our eyes met. He held my stare until I look away.

  I think the whole time, I kept expecting it to just end. Roger had proven his point, whatever point it was. He'd had his fun, damn it. Why couldn't he just let her go? But even those thoughts couldn't compel me to intervene.

  Instead, movement drew my eyes back down to his hands, now possessively cupping and kneading my wife's shapely ass. As I watched, he began to bunch up the fabric of her dress, pulling the hemline further and further up. By then he'd yanked the dress up far enough to expose Julie's red, lace, boy-shorts, and I realized the entire club was now watching. Or maybe it just felt that way. I was lightheaded, my head spinning. I felt like I was going to black out. But instead, I just remained there, now almost standing at attention, trying to wish the situation away.

  Roger then slid his hands under her waistband, both his hands now palming her bare ass. He yanked her close again, grinding their crotches together. I could see his left hand now sliding up and down the crack of her ass, and then suddenly he flicked his wrist. Julie stiffened. There was an audible gasp from someone in the crowd who, like me, realized he now had at least a finger inside her.

  They finished the dance like that, pelvis to pelvis, his hand moving rapidly under her panties. And when the music ended, I look up to see them kissing again, open-mouthed this time, though still more teasing than voracious.

  FOUR

  They walked back to me, holding hands.

  "It's getting late. Let's go back to my place for a nightcap," Roger stated matter-of-factly.

  I look from him to her and back again. They regarded me with expressionless poker faces.

  "Um, well, Roger, the thing is, I'm pretty tired. Maybe another time?" I offered.

  He clapped his hand on my shoulder, and I was immediately aware it was the same hand he'd recently had wedged between my wife's legs.

  "Oh come on, Jack. We've had a great year. You're not going to deny me the pleasure of having a private toast with my friend and his lovely wife, are you?"

  “I think Julie would rather get back home,” I noted.

  She hesitated, looking from me to him and back again. “Oh, I don’t mind, honey. Whatever you want is fine with me,” she replied sweetly.

  I started to speak, but his gaze cut me short. I noticed they were still holding hands.

  I folded. "Okay, you're right. Sure, why not?" I said, trying to convince myself, even as I deliberately avoided making eye contact with Julie.

  "Great!" Roger bellowed, and then putting one arm around each of us, he led us toward the exit.

  Roger's car was parked right in front, and as we approached it, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and handed them to me.

  "Hey, buddy," he said, "you better drive. I'm a bit bombed."

  I'd had more than a few and I was not really comfortable with driving his expensive Mercedes. I was still pondering that when he pushed me into the driver's seat. He opened the back door for Julie, and after it shut, I waited for him to come around to the passenger seat. It wasn’t until I heard giggles from the back that I realized he'd slid in beside Julie.

  "You remember where I live, right?" He said, prompting me to start driving.

  "Um, sure," I muttered under my breath, but I realized he wasn't listening to me. He and Julie were again sharing a whispered conversation.

  I cleared my throat. “So, what are you guys talking about? I’m beginning to feel a little like a chauffeur up here.”

  “Don’t worry about us, Jack. We’ve got plenty of things to keep us busy back here. Isn’t that right, Jules?”

  She chuckled. “Right as rain. A whole book of things.”

  “Look, maybe this has gone far enough,” I noted.

  They just laughed.

  He tapped me on the shoulder. "Here take these, Jules doesn't want to lose them," he said as he dropped her sheer panties in my lap.

  I felt my throat catch. I was speechless. I reached down and rubbed the rough, delicate fabric between my fingertips. They were moist with her excitement.

  As if to confirm my observation, my wife let out a low moan from the backseat.

  I adjusted the rearview mirror to see into the backseat and was greeted with a lewd tableau. Julie's legs were spread wide, her dress bunched up around her waist. With one hand, Roger was enthusiastically fingering her closely
trimmed pussy. With his other hand, he'd pulled one of her full boobs from her dress and was rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  Julie seemed to love it. Her pussy was making obscene, wet, squishing sounds as he repeatedly jammed one, two, then three fingers into her over and over. Her nipples were rock hard, her areolas puffy and waxy. Her head was thrown back against the headrest, eyes closed, and her mouth making a perfect "o" as she moaned softly.

  The alternating light and dark as we passed under streetlights created a near-psychedelic strobe-light effect. At one point, Roger leaned in and took her firm nipple into his mouth. Julie's orgasmic growl nearly caused me to side-swipe a row of parked cars.

  "Keep your eyes on the road," Roger cautioned.

  "Sorry," I muttered in response, metaphorically kicking myself even as I said it.

  Thankfully, we were almost there. We pulled into his garage, and he directed me into a reserved space. I opened the door for them, and Roger helped Julie out of the back. She seemed dazed and maybe a little unsteady, but he grabbed her firmly around the waist and led her to the elevator.

  I peered into the car to find her strapless bra abandoned on the seat. I picked it up and stuffed it into my pocket with the panties.

  By then they had walked away, arm-in-arm, laughing. I chased after them, just barely reaching the elevator before the door closed. I stepped in. They looked at me amused.

  “I thought you might have decided to wait in the car,” Julie said.

  Is that what she wanted? Was she dismissing me?

  “No,” Roger commented, “I knew Jack would want to watch.”

  “Now wait just a moment –“

  He reached across me, cutting me off. He pushed the button for the top floor, and then pulled Julie into another embrace. Her eyes met mine for just a second before closing. They kissed wetly, tongues thrusting into each other's mouths.

  He had his hand inside her dress, casually cupping her breast as they made out. She acted like I wasn’t even there. She wasn’t playing to me. This wasn’t about turning me on or anything like that. It was like he had her under some sort of spell.

  It is hard to explain how I could just stand there and say nothing. Part of it was shock. Julie had never expressed any interest in Roger, so this was completely out of the blue. Part of it, though, was that I couldn’t believe it was really happening. It felt like a dream. A weird out-of-body experience.

  Maybe I was under a spell as well. There was, I have to admit, something hypnotic about watching them. Their mouths hungrily devouring each other. The confident way her fondled her hard, red nipples.

  When we reach his floor, he and Julie again led the way, limbs impossibly intertwined. I knew I could stop this if I could just get her alone, but somehow the idea of confronting him seemed impossible or maybe just terrifying. What if he refused to stop? What if they both did? Would it be better to pretend it wasn’t bothering me rather than have them continue despite my objections.

  It was as if Roger had decided to claim my wife as a Christmas present for himself. And if I couldn’t do anything about it, then maybe the best thing to do would be to make it seem as if I were okay with it.

  Merry Christmas, Roger. Bring her back in one piece, okay?

  But I couldn’t bring myself to say that either. I wanted to grab my wife by the arm. Yank her away. Throw Roger’s envelope of fucking blood money in his face. And run away. Far, far away.

  Roger opened the door and turned on the lights. He's got a stunning penthouse loft, with amazing views of the city. I closed the door behind me.

  FIVE

  "Hey Jack, why don't you go and fix us some drinks. You remember where the bar is, right?"

  I nodded and stumbled mutely into his living room. I tried to distract myself by studying the décor. Modern. Stark. Glass and steel dining room table. An angular, white leather sofa. Light-colored, perfectly slick hardwood floors. A Warhol on one wall. A Lichtenstein on another.

  It was decorated for Christmas in a minimalist style. A perfectly trimmed tree with white lights and silver balls, a pine and poinsettia candle centerpiece on the dining room table, Santa hat, arranged just so, on the coffee table. As I walked over to the bar, I wondered if he had someone come in to decorate. It was hard to imagine Roger standing still long enough to attach ornaments to a tree.

  The bar enclosed was enclosed behind black lacquer panels that opened to reveal a backlit array of premium bottles. Mostly expensive Scotches, their glowing amber color seductive, mouth watering.

  "What do you want?" I said without looking up.

  I heard a zipper being lowered and my wife giggling. I looked over in time to see Roger lifting the little black dress over Julie's head, leaving her naked save for her jewelry and heels.

  She was ravishing. When was the last time I’d gotten her naked in good light? But this was better than catching a flash of her coming out of the shower. She was all done up. Hair, makeup perfect. Her necklace dangled between her full breasts. Her nipples were swollen, pointing proudly upward. Her legs, long and toned; her ass, tight and firm.

  He took a moment to admire my wife before answering my nearly forgotten question.

  "Talisker 18, neat," he replied as he led my now naked wife over to the sofa.

  "Chardonnay, please," she added.

  I pour his drink. Then I grabbed a bottle out of the wine fridge for my wife, and uncorked it. I poured her a glass. Then I poured myself a double… or maybe a triple. I don’t even like Scotch, but I took a childish pleasure in filling my glass to the brim with his overpriced booze. It left me with the problem of not being able to carry all three glasses at the same time. A problem I solved by making use of a silver tray, which I immediately regretted when I saw their amused expressions as I approached. He was not only turning me into a cuckold, but into his butler.

  I felt a surge of anger, and was tempted to throw the drink in his face, but Julie’s behavior short-circuited my response. It wasn’t just that she was naked in front of my boss, but that she was so comfortable with it. Sitting there beside him on that leather sofa, she seemed totally unfazed. Like she was happy to be there… or as if she had done it many times before.

  That thought staggered me. She was right. He was Mephistophelian. Evil. Seductive. I wouldn’t put it past him to have wanted to seduce her. Roger was not the sort of man to deny himself any pleasure regardless of how it affected other people. Indeed, in a weird way, I was surprised that he hadn’t before made a serious pass at her. Maybe part of my paralysis was that I wanted this. I was so desperate for Roger’s approval that maybe I craved the validation that would come from him desiring my wife.

  “You okay, honey?” Julie asked lightly as she sipped her wine.

  No. No. NO! I’m not. Get your fucking clothes on and let’s go.

  I didn’t get any further than meekly shaking my head.

  “Of course, he’s okay,” Roger said confidently. “It’s just that Jack has been thinking about this for a long time, haven’t you?”

  “No,” I choked out.

  He laughed. “Oh come on. You know you’ve thought about what might have happened if I’d gone after Julie rather than Karen that night.”

  “No,” I muttered.

  He smiled at my transparent lie. Of course, I had. I had always thought I had dodged a bullet there, especially when Roger regaled me with all the particulars of his evening with my wife’s friend. I glanced over involuntarily at the floor to the ceiling windows and pictured the scene he’d described to me in such loving detail. Karen, with her red hair and big tits, naked, pressed against the glass, on display to the whole city as he rammed her from behind.

  “Julie’s thought about it too.”

  My wife laughed.

  He turned toward her. “You deny it?”

  “Thought about what, Roger?” she batted her eyelashes.

  “Karen told you about me, didn’t she.”

  Julie smiled. “Of course. She s
aid you were an immature, conceited jerk.” She paused and peeked at me through the corner of her eyes. “And an animal in the sack.”

  Roger grinned, pleased with himself. “So you have thought about me.”

  “I think of a lot of things.”

  “Well, now you won’t have to rely on your imagination; you’ll have memories instead.”

  “What if they’re not as interesting?” she teased.

  “Don’t worry.”

  Without looking at me, he motioned me over to an armchair across from the sofa they shared.

  “Sit down Jack. This is going to take a while.”

  Their playful banter had sapped me of my remaining willpower. I sat.

  As I sat, he addressed me without a glance in my direction.

  "What a stunning, lovely creature you have here," he exclaimed as his hands roamed over her body.

  He ran a finger over her plump, red lips. Her delicious, little, red tongue flicked out to give it a lick. He grinned and pressed the digit into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked it wetly as he pumped it in and out. Even more erotic was the way they looked at each other at the same time. Fierce, hungry.

  With his other hand, he cupped and lifted each of her breasts, pausing to trace the outline of her nipples. His fingertips then traced a line between her breasts down over her flat belly. He massaged her closely trimmed muff, and then slid a finger between her labia. Her slit opened like a flower in bloom, pink and glistening inside.

  She was no longer my wife. She was now his juicy, horny slut. He honed in on her swollen nub, and she gasped as he gently rubbed her clitoris. Her whole body seemed to liquefy at his touch, waves of pleasure rippling through her long, lean form.

  After a few moments he spoke again, this time to Julie. "I've been pleasuring you for a while now, isn't it about time you reciprocate?"

  She gulped and then nodded her head slightly.

  "Good girl," he said.

  With his right hand he unzipped his pants, and with his left he pulled her head toward his lap. She took it from there, snaking her hand into his pants and fishing out his rapidly swelling cock. She stroked him several times with her left hand, her diamond engagement ring and wedding band rubbing up and down on his shaft.