Waking Up Under the Christmas Tree (L)

This story contains some brief strong language (L).

Mary Beth’s POV:

When I woke up lying on Benjamin’s chest under the Christmas tree, my eyes fell on his cock.  It lay limp against his body—such a beautiful, powerful cock to match the man!

The night before, Benjamin had called me his slut.  Hearing him use such a taboo word both repulsed me and had the opposite effect—after my initial shock, it turned me on even more.  I realized that it doesn’t have to be taken as a degrading slur.  Yes, by one definition, it refers to a woman with many sexual partners.  But looking deeper, such a woman’s sexual desire and appetite would seem very high.  So I decided that using an epitaph that means I love having sex for its own sake shouldn’t bother me.  I do have a strong sexual desire—for my husband alone.  It was yet another blessing God has given me. It didn’t matter what we called, having sex or fucking, we were making love each and every time.

Our mutual submission had opened us both up sexually, but especially me.  Benjamin had taught me that my body had a purpose beyond birthing a child: it belonged to the woman who was the object of his love, desire, passion, and lust, and it served as a source of my own pleasure as well.  This man received my everything, and he left nothing on the table, either.  He fed me in every aspect of my life and our marriage; he still does!  He has encouraged me to try things that I didn’t think I would enjoy, but I trust him fully because he has proven time and again that he would never do anything to harm me.

My sexual desire grew insistent as my hand slid down and began to lightly stroke my husband’s cock, soft and sleeping like its owner.  But it seemed to slowly gain awareness of my attention, swelling and getting longer, harder, thicker.  Soon, I could wrap my fingers around it and slide them up and down.  When I finally released his shaft, it pointed straight up.  I got on my knees beside his hips and wrapped both my hands around his cock, overlapping them a bit to leave the head exposed.

I marveled at how my body had learned to adjust to him when we started making love.  That I was able to accept all this beautiful cock inside me is surely a blessing from the Lord.  Softly gliding my hands up and down his cock, I appreciated the way it throbbed in my palms and the heat that emanated from it.  I cherished this beautiful cock that planted my husband’s seed inside my womb and blessed us with our child.  It amazed me how it could bring me such pleasure, show me how loved and desired I am, and bless me with orgasms—my own and my husband’s too. And I loved that my husband and his cock found all the same things in me.

Benjamin’s cock started seeping its hot slippery fluid, making my hand glide easily.  Benjamin mumbled in his sleep, his eyes darting under his eyelids.  He drew in staccato breaths as his cock got hotter and so hard that his skin barely moved under my stroking fingers.  Suddenly Benjamin’s cock jumped, and he tensed. I gasped as cum shot straight up several times and landed on my hands and all over his legs and belly. Benjamin moaned a little and rolled to his side, and I released his cock quickly. I smiled and giggled as I licked his cum off my hands like an ice cream cone.

I heard Matthew crying and rushed upstairs, grabbed my robe, and washed my hands.  After changing my son’s diaper, I settled into the rocking chair.  Then I opened my robe and brought his tiny mouth to my nipple, feeling him draw life-giving nourishment from my body—another blessed purpose.  As I fed him, carollers began to sing outside our front door.  I felt such love and peace.

After his feeding and some bonding time, Matthew fell asleep in my arms, and I laid him back down.  As I drew his comforter over his chubby form, I jumped at the touch of strong hands on my hips and a hard cock pressed against my ass through the silky robe.

I looked back with a smile and kissed my husband.  “Merry Christmas, baby,” I whispered. Benjamin hugged me and asked if I’d been upstairs long, but I held a finger up to my lips and backed him out of the room before I answered.

“I’ve been up here for a while,” I told him after I’d shut the door to the nursery. “Why do you ask?”

Benjamin spun me around so suddenly I gasped. Then he leaned in close to my ear, his weight pushing my chest and cheek against the wall.  “I had a dream that a slut jacked me off and made me cum everywhere.”

My knees wobbled when he used that naughty word again.

“And you’re the only slut I know.” Benjamin’s hands climbed up my arms, lazily pulled the robe from my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.  His foot tapped mine to signal he wanted them wider apart.

“Sounds like you had an amazing dream,” I cooed as I slid my soles across the carpet in opposite directions.

“It was, but my dream ended before I was able to fuck you.”  Benjmin pressed his fat cock head agaisnt my pussy, which had been moistening since he grabbed my hips in the baby’s room. Slowly, he pushed in till I moaned quietly.

I tried to push back on his cock, but he grabbed my hips and held me still. “Mmmmm, you want it. You want me to give you my big hard cock, huh?”

I loved when he used those words. I often wondered if most men were the size of my husband, but if not, he was more than enough for me. “Yyyyyesss,” I told him, “fuck me with your big cock, baby.  I need all of you.  Don’t tease; please, give it to me?”

With that, he pulled my hips back until he had buried his full length inside me.  The shock of his sudden impact against my cervix made me bight back a sharp cry, but soon any discomfort washed away in the flood of extreme pleasure. My knees weakened, and if he hadn’t planted his hands against the wall under my arms, I’m sure I would have fallen.

“Ohhh, my God.”  My eyes fluttered as he began to thrust.  I met each forward motion of his hips with a rearward thrust of my own.  My hand crept down between my thighs, and I soon shuddered to a climax. As my pussy spasmed rhythmically, juices filled me and sloshed down our legs while he continued pounding.

I went limp; I’m not sure for how long.  My eyes rolled back and everything seemed hazy.  Slowly I came back to reality just as Benjamin started groaning. He buried his cock deep and began to shake, and I felt each pulse as his hot cum unloaded.

As he softened, Benjamin bowed his head against mine and prayed. “Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with Mary Beth, a true woman of God and servant to her family. Please bless our love and marriage for all eternity.”

I started crying. Benjamin slid out of my pussy, and our mixed cum gushed out, running down my legs. I turned in his arms and kissed him passionately.

Then, with no more warning than a brief knock as the latch clicked, the front door opened and we heard, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”  We both gasped and scurried off to the bedroom as my sister-in-law and her kids walked in.  Benjamin paused to lean over the banister to say we would be right down.

To Be Continued.