Tag: cuckold christmas

You had noticed your best friend’s lustful looks, undressing your wife with his eyes. You brought it up with her to see if she wanted you to make him stop. She was genuinely surprised, incredulous. She paid really close attention after that. You could tell she noticed, but she kept denying it. “You’re totally imagining things; jealousy has driven you to hallucinate.” Maybe you were? But then was she dressing and acting more sexy in front of him? She teased you relentlessly when you mentioned it now, so you stopped bringing it up. 

You had him over for Christmas Eve since none of you would be with family. Right before your friend knocked, your wife had shown you the crazy sexy lingerie she was wearing underneath a short Ms Claus dress. You couldn’t wait to get her alone. But soon you were getting so sleepy from the eggnog. “It’s barely alcoholic, honey. We’ve had even more than you and you don’t see us falling asleep.” You’d just close your eyes for a minute…

You received these photos of your girlfriend in an email while at work. The title was “Wait for me under the mistletoe again this year?” You were such a lucky guy. But wait a minute! They were also sent to the whole team you’d just become manager of? Fuck! She’d be so embarrassed when she realized. Especially since she got so drunk at last year’s office party and got a little too flirty. Wait…

Just then you got a follow-up email just to you. “Sorry honey! I didn’t mean to include you in that email.”

He’d had a vasectomy 6 months ago, but you’re pretty sure your husband wanted kids. Not that he’d ever said anything, directly anyway. But you could tell. It was how he hadn’t been concerned when you said you finally felt comfortable going off birth control. Sure, someone else might have just assumed this was because he’d just gotten the final lab results proving he was infertile. But he knew you were cheating on him. Not that you’d told him, directly anyway. It was just that you’d mentioned you thought his boss was cute and he had laughed awkwardly rather than explicitly forbidding you from fucking him. That was how you knew he was one of those cuckold fetishists you’d read about. Spouses could intuit these things about each other.  And you were a really good wife because you’d arranged to get your husband just what you knew he secretly he wanted for Christmas.