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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring… except for Skye’s moans echoing down the hall.
Jay sat by the twinkling tree, fire crackling low, a glass of eggnog untouched in his hand.
The kids were at Grandma’s for the night.
Skye had promised him a “special present” when she came back from “last-minute shopping.”
The front door clicked open at 11:47 p.m.
Skye stepped in, cheeks flushed from more than the cold.
Her red velvet dress clung to her curves, coat draped over her arm, snowflakes melting in her dark wavy hair.
She looked freshly fucked: lipstick smudged, eyes glassy, thighs pressed together like she was holding something precious inside.
Behind her stood Chris (tall, dark-haired, the bull who’d been visiting their bed for two years), carrying shopping bags like he belonged there.
Jay’s heart slammed against his ribs.
“Merry Christmas, cuck,” Chris said, voice warm and mocking.
Skye bit her lip, walked straight to Jay, and straddled his lap on the couch.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered, kissing his neck.
“I tried to be good… but I’m ovulating, and he was at the mall, and… we went to his car…”
Chris dropped the bags by the tree, unzipped his coat, and sat in the armchair opposite them.
Jay felt the warmth between her thighs immediately.
She was soaked.
And not just from her.
Skye ground slowly against him, dress riding up.
“He came inside me three times,” she breathed.
“In the backseat.
He said it was his Christmas gift to you.”
Jay’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants.
Chris leaned forward, elbows on knees.
“Tell him the rest, princess.”
Skye’s eyes filled with tears, but her hips didn’t stop moving.
“He said… he wants me to keep it.
If it takes.
He wants me to have his baby.”
Jay’s voice cracked.
“Skye… no…”
But his hands were already sliding under her dress, finding the evidence: her pussy swollen, slick with another man’s cum, still leaking down her thighs.
Chris stood, walked over, and pulled Skye’s dress off in one smooth motion.
She was naked underneath (no bra, no panties, just garters and heels).
Chris turned her around, bent her over the arm of the couch facing Jay, and slid back inside her with a single thrust.
Skye cried out, eyes locked on Jay’s.
Chris fucked her slow, deep, Christmas lights reflecting off their skin.
“Watch, Jay,” he said.
“Watch me give your wife the gift you never could.”
Chris lasted ten minutes.
When he came, he held deep, hips jerking, flooding her fertile womb while Skye sobbed and came with him.
Then he pulled out, kissed her temple, and nodded to Jay.
“Your turn to clean up, daddy.”
Jay crawled forward on shaking knees, face between his wife’s thighs, licking the thick white load from her while she stroked his hair and whispered:
“I love you… I’m so sorry… Merry Christmas, baby.”
Disclaimer, this was written with the assistance of AI.
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