Christmas Day  mf, cuckold, cheat by Brob
 
It happened this last Christmas.  A Christmas I'll not soon forget to be sure.
 
Jim and I don't have any immediate family living nearby, so we had invited some neighbors and friends over for Christmas dinner.  There were maybe 15 of us in all.  A wonderful day of Christmas cheer, some sports on TV, and a number of bottles of good wine.
 
We started the day around noon.  Jim, not normally a wine drinker, never seemed to have an empty glass.  Looking back on it now, his friend from work was the one who kept everybody's glasses full.  His friend Stan is a bit cocky but a really nice guy, good looking and maybe 35 years old.    His wife was out of town visiting family for Christmas but he had work obligations so he was destined to spend Christmas alone.
 
There was a lot of laughing, lots of toasts to the holidays and such.  The day went flawlessly, too much food, and quite a few bottles much wine.  The last of the neighbors and guests left about 9:00pm, leaving just me, Jim, and his buddy Stan. 
 
Jim was on the couch watching football, actually he had been for quite a.  After most of the guests had left Jim tried to get up, but staggered and ended up right back down where he started.   Me and Stan, laughed at his being over-served, but he seemed fine there on the couch.  I was a bit tipsy too, but it felt good.
 
Stan offered to help me clean up.  I was impressed with his doing so.  We did talk quite a bit as we worked in the kitchen.  We could hear the last of the football games playing in the other room where my husband was by now sleeping it off.
 
My kitchen isn't all that big, and Stan and I found ourselves in close quarters a bit.  It wasn't even something I noticed at first, but looking back at it without the wine haze in my head, Stan was working closer to me than needed from the start, taking any opportunity for a touch on the arm, or a hand at the small of my back.  I wasn't complaining.
 
Stan is quite the charmer.  We spoke and joked and laughed, all the while getting everything put away.  I had never met him before that day and asked about him and his wife.  He spoke very highly of her, and lamented having to go home to an empty bed.  I joked in reply that Jim may end up sleeping it off on the couch, so my bed would be empty too.
 
That was pretty much the moment I realized the chemistry going on in the room.  This guy was hitting on me!  He had been for a while, but I just at that moment had clued in on it. That was when he reached around me for a dish towel.  I was standing at the sink, as his arm moved past me, his body pressed into mine.  It was nothing overt, but obviously he was pressing against me more than called for.  Hs chest was against my back, I felt his hips against my bottom.  And...Oh geez.  He was hard!
 
I got kind of flustered, and said something about needing to get Jim to bed.  Stan, still helpful, offered to assist.  He was such  a nice guy, I began second-guessing what I felt,  maybe I had imagined it.  Oh but my body was on fire!
 
Jim never fully woke up I don't think, but the two of us got him into the bedroom and into the bed. I couldn't have done it alone.   I was reaching across the Jim, adjusting a pillow, when I felt his hands on me.
 
No hesitation, no question of the intention here, two hands, sliding down my hips, cupping my ass as I was leaning over my sleeping husband.  I don't know why I didn't just turn and slap him, but I didn't.  God it felt good!  I heard myself moan.  Literally out loud!
 
When I felt him tugging up my dress my breathing just stopped.    I was frozen.  I couldn't believe this!  I was standing here literally laying across my sleeping husband and I was letting this man that I had just met do this.  It felt so wrong, and sooo sexy!
 
His boldness was overpowering, and I felt myself welcoming his touch.  By the time he pulled aside my panties they were already soaked.  I can't remember the last time I had been so wet.  When his fingers found me I don't think he had any doubt I wanted him. 
 
I leaned down farther, my breasts pressed into my husband's stomach as I heard the zipper behind me and knew what was coming.  Oh how I wanted it!  How I needed it! 
 
I think I was cumming the instant he pushed into me. I don't think that has ever happened.   It was the absurdity of it all, the wrongness, the danger.  I pushed back into Stan, wanting him deeper.  I wish I could tell you he had this huge thick cock, but it was't as big as Jims by the feel of it.  Still it felt wonderful. 
 
 I twisted my hips, and squeezed him wanting him to fill me up.  I didn't have to wait long, I came for my third time in about 5 minutes as his cum flooded into me, biting my lip trying to keep from calling out.  I reached down and squeezed his balls, feeling them pulse as he filled me up.
 
I lay there, still half on top of my husband if you can believe it.  My feet were still on the floor, my dress up around my waist, my ears ringing, my heart thumping....with another man's cum deep inside of me. 
 
I felt Stan pull himself from me and wipe himself on my ass and my panties.  I heard him zip up as I lay there catching my breath, wondering if this really happened.  I heard the click of the front door as Stan let himself out. 
 
"What a slut" I thought to myself.  I just let this almost stranger use me as his little whore.
 
Just then, Jim's hand moves around and pulls me up to kiss him.  I could taste the wine in his drunken kisses.  "You coming to bed sweetie?" he asks, hand cupping my breast.  I ran my hand down  his belly, finding him already stiff.. 
 
"Yes, honey, and I've got something for you" I thought as I slip my dress over me head and climb onto the bed... 
 