12 Days of SexMas 01

Author's note - [

This was intended to be my submission for the winter contest, but I was not able to coalesce and edit all the chapters into a single coherent story in time. Now I've broken it up into smaller pieces and will submit them over the holiday period.

A huge thanks to "theMasterBaiter" for their countless hours of editing and suggestions. The story is much improved by your efforts but all remaining errors are mine alone.

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Pre SexMas

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Sally felt John thrust harder, his legs tensing up, a clear sign he was about to come. Seconds later, he grunted twice and spurted his seed into her. He climbed off, leaving her with his rapidly cooling cum leaking out and down her butt.

Sally made the awkward waddle to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up with one of the wipes she kept handy. As usual, John had made only a minimal attempt to get her to cum, and she'd ended up faking it to get the whole thing over.

By the time she returned, John was scrolling through his phone, with the covers pulled up tight over his chest. With a sigh, Sally put on her oversized T-shirt and nighttime panties.

Was something wrong with her? She thought she still looked decent for her late thirties. She had small, high tits that were barely sagged. A nice pussy--maybe could do with a trim--and an ass that she thought still looked tight in a pair of yoga pants. Although John was not overweight, he was showing signs of middle age, and she sometimes wished he would attempt to maintain his appearance. He never took the time or made the effort to get her there these days. Her sigh carried her back to the passionate start of their relationship, where lovemaking consumed entire weekends.

John looked up, peeling his gaze from the phone.

"What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just--"

"What?"

"Don't you wonder if there's anything more than this?"

"More than what?"

"I mean going to work every day at the same boring job, eating the same lunch at the same time every day, coming home and making the same dinner. Spending the weekend fixing up the house or doing chores. Don't you remember how we were when we first got together?"

"Sounds like a midlife crisis," John responded instinctively. Then "Owwww" as she landed a fake punch on his arm.

"I damn well hope I am NOT at the midpoint of my life yet, and you'd better not believe it either." She retorted.

"What does that mean?"

"You'd be useless without me, and you know it." She was half joking, but she had his attention.

"I would not!" he exclaimed, but a moment later, his confident demeanor appeared to fade.

"Give me an example."

"You barely know where the laundry machine is, and I bet you'd have no clue how to operate the vacuum. You'd also probably starve to death. Also, while I love you intensely, it's not like I can see you going out to a bar and picking up a new woman if I passed away."

John looked stunned. Reflexively, he reached for his paunch, stroking it as he assessed himself, shocked by her comments.

"Well, I'm happy to help around the house more. I just didn't know you needed it. I guess I could hit the gym some more. Would you want me to pick up someone new if you weren't here?"

"That's not the point," she said, annoyed. "It's the way you say it. 'Help out.' It implies I'm primarily responsible for all the chores, and I need to ask for help when I need it. If you only want to hit the gym because I pointed something out, how much does it matter to you? And I don't know if I'd want you to pick someone else up if I kick the bucket. Honestly, I don't know why I said anything. I'm fine. Go back to your phone."

John looked as if he was going to respond, but then thought better of it. Sally flicked off her bedside light, turned her face away from him, and pretended to sleep until she heard his gentle snoring on the other side of the bed. Then she reached into her bedside drawer and took out her trusty vibrator. She had been feeling extra horny the past few days. Maybe she was ovulating. Since her sex with John had been unsatisfying, she felt no qualms about taking care of herself.

She slipped her underwear down and pulled them off her feet. Reaching down, she cupped her mound, running her finger from her hole up over her clit. A jolt went through her. It had been so long since John had touched her properly. The times he went down on her, it felt like he was looking for the lost continent or something as he stumbled around. She'd loved his oral ministrations when they'd first got together. He'd regularly eaten her to multiple orgasms in a single session. What had happened to them? It wasn't as though they had kids distracting them and destroying the mood.

For now, though, none of that mattered. She flicked the toy on, using the covers to disguise the noise. It buzzed gently on the lowest setting--the last thing she wanted to do was awaken John. The vibrator was modest in keeping with her usual standards. A small clit-stimulator. Nothing compared to the lifelike vibrating dildos and butt plugs she'd had in college. She'd always been afraid to use them with John, worrying he'd feel intimidated or not good enough. Then, as time went on, she felt like she couldn't suddenly whip them out and call, "surprise."

Even though the toy was small, she knew it would get the job done well enough, bringing it down to rest on her clit. She basked in the sensation as it performed its magic. Soon, she found herself pinching her nipple with one hand and squeezing her legs together around the toy, trying to both increase and yet delay her release. Sally thought back to her liberal arts days in college. She hadn't been a total slut but had definitely had her share of action. She'd never feel guilty for bringing home a guy from the bar and sleeping with them on a first date.

Then there had been the times after she'd had a breakup. Looking back, she found it absurd that a relationship that lasted only a year warranted the word breakup, but it had felt like the end of everything. She'd had two such relationships during college, each time believing this was "the one." She had dreamed of becoming like her parents, marrying her college boyfriend, and living happily ever after.

Both times, it had ended in tears when she'd gone over to surprise the guy in their dorm, only to find she was not the only girl. The first time the other girl had opened the door half-naked before the guy could stop her. Her boyfriend appeared in the background profusely, trying to explain that "nothing was going on."

The second, a presumably unknowing/clueless roommate, had let her in. Sally had had the pleasure of finding the both of them in bed, the girl riding Sally's boyfriend reverse cowgirl while he spanked her on the ass. It had taken all she had not to go on a rampage and destroy everything in the room.

Instead, she got her revenge differently. With the first guy, she'd gotten drunk and seduced his best friend, offering herself up for a threesome with him and his girlfriend. She'd done things that night that she'd never done again: going down on the other girl and letting the girl eat her pussy and being eaten in return. Then they'd both fucked the girl's boyfriend as they kissed and licked each other. The night ended with a double blowjob and letting him finish in her mouth, swapping his cum with the girlfriend.

The second time had been worse. For her ex, at least. Sally came home with his roommate and another guy from the bar, spending the night with both. She let one guy fuck her while she sucked the other, allowing them to change ends as often as they wanted. She felt so slutty with a cock in her pussy and her mouth, or letting one guy eat her out while she sucked the other. They tried what felt like every position--her taking both cocks in her pussy at the same time. She had felt so full. The guys wanted to try one in the butt, but that scared her too much. They ended in the early hours of the morning with Sally on her knees, taking both guys' cum. She stared up at them, mouth open, as they blasted huge jets onto her face.

Sally could still see the look on her now ex-boyfriend's face as they met in the kitchen the next morning. She sat eating eggs, hair tousled, in only the guy's shirt and a thong as the other guy tried--and failed--to sneak out unnoticed. It was obvious what she had been up to. A frosty silence descended on the room.

Both times, she had had some regrets. Not for the act itself, but that she'd done it out of revenge and under the influence. She had done nothing like it since meeting John shortly after graduating from college. While their sex had started out raunchy, it had involved no other people, only sensual, erotic passion between themselves, although they had done some light BDSM and an occasional spanking.

Sally was getting hot as the toy continued to stimulate her clit. Her pussy was wet and pulsing, and she was feeling an orgasm begin deep within her. She rarely used her college memories to trigger orgasms, but the way this one was feeling made her consider doing so more often. It was going to be a big one. She wished she had something to stuff in her pussy, which was gaping open. However, she had tossed out all those old toys when she met John. The thought of using her hairbrush crossed her mind briefly, but it was in the bathroom, and she'd probably have to throw it out afterwards. The memory of where it had been would probably ruin it for her.

She settled for tossing off the covers and jamming two fingers of her left hand inside her pussy, but it was awkward with the vibrator held to her clit. Sally could massage the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her vagina, which gave her enough energy to launch into an amazing orgasm. The sensation began deep within her stomach and spread throughout her abdomen. Then it flowed down her tunnel before exploding through her clit. The walls of her pussy clamped futilely on a cock she only wished was there. Why wasn't John present to help? But she would not let that ruin the feeling. Her stomach contracted, and she had to move the toy from her clit as she got too sensitive.

Then--disaster. She was in the last throes of her orgasm when her thrashing body sent her leg jerking right into John's side. Hard. For a second she thought she'd gotten away with it and he'd remain asleep, but no, his snoring came to a rapid halt.

"What the hell?" he grumped. "Something hit me, and what's that noise? What's going on? Are you...?" His expression was incredulous as he caught Sally in her post-orgasmic bliss, the vibrator still buzzing in her hand. For a moment, she contemplated hiding both the vibrator and herself beneath the blanket, but she realized that would only exacerbate her guilt.

"I see," John said, obviously hurt.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I was just--."

"I can see what you were doing," he said curtly. "So much for me making you feel good, I guess."

"It's not that." She said, "I--I mean, you do make me feel good, but recently I haven't felt good good. You know?"

"Well, it certainly sounded like it earlier," he said with a wave of his hand. Then a look of horrified understanding spread over his face. "Are you... Have you been...?" he tried to ask.

"I--I've been faking it," she admitted, hanging her head. "I'm really sorry, but it felt like you weren't into things anymore, and it takes a while to get me off. So I faked it because I felt guilty asking you to do more work."

Now John looked hurt. He crossed his arms, turned away, and lay on his side in the bed.

"I'm sorry. Truly, I am. It was a terrible thing to do. I thought I was helping, making you feel good, but I realize it was wrong."

For a second, she thought he was going to storm out and leave her or ignore her and stonewall her until she left him alone. However, he gradually sat up again and faced her. She could see the start of tears forming in his eyes.

"It was a shitty thing to do, and I promise I'll never do it again." Sally begged. He nodded, lowering his arms and taking a less defensive position.

"It's OK. I mean, it's not like I don't take care of myself." He admitted. "Look...I've been feeling it too. I was too weak to bring it up."

"How often?" Sally asked in a small voice, afraid of the answer. She saw an expression flit across his face, like he was going to say something to appease her. Then he spoke, and she could tell he was telling the truth. That may have been what saved them.

"Most days. Sometimes twice." He said, his face flushing red. "Sometimes when you're in the bed next to me. I do it quietly so you won't hear. So I guess I don't have a leg to stand on."

"Well, what a sad fucking sight we are. Let's express our thoughts and feelings openly and not hide anything anymore. If we don't have open communication, how are we going to improve our intimacy?"

He nodded and took out his hand.

"Promise?" She said.

"Promise."

She took his hand, shaking it formally. Then she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.

"We need wine. It's the only way to fix this." She went downstairs--in only her T-shirt, feeling his gaze boring into her backside. I still have something going for me, she thought.

Sally opened a bottle of wine--one of their better bottles. Then a thought crossed her mind. Fuck it. They were already in a shitty situation. Why not take a risk? She tugged the baggy T-shirt over her head and took a quick look down at her tits and stomach. Not as firm as in her twenties, but not bad. She saw a few stray strands of sandy pubic hair sticking out in an unruly manner--when had she stopped grooming herself? There was nothing she could do about that at the moment. She poured two enormous glasses of wine, gave her nipples a quick tweak to perk them up, and made her way back upstairs.

John was still lying in bed. Thankfully, not buried in his phone. She blushed red, shifting the wine glasses to reveal her bare breasts. John's gaze immediately shifted to her chest.

"I--I think you forgot your top," he said, grinning.

"So I did," she replied. "I do hope you aren't complaining, though."

"Never," he whispered as she leaned over to hand him the glass, dangling her firm breasts in his face. She got close enough that he could feel her warm breath on his face, then swept herself away, leaving him with a rising erection.

John moved toward her, but she waved him back.

"Wine first. And talking." She didn't put her shirt on, though, lying back on the bed, balancing the glass on her chest.

"I've been feeling unfulfilled with our sex for the last couple of years, and it sounds like you have, too. We need to fix this. We don't have kids to use as an excuse for not making time." John nodded at her but didn't speak.

"Say something." She implored him. "Don't you agree with me?"

"I do. I--we both get so busy at work and then with chores on weekends, time somehow gets away from us."

"Listen to us. Imagine saying that back in college? You had too much laundry to do to go out and get laid? We're only going to be young for so long. I don't want to look back when we are old and decrepit and remember how neatly folded the laundry was."

"Well, what are you proposing? I can definitely work fewer hours. We could get a cleaner in every couple of weeks."

"We need more than that. I mean, don't get me wrong; I won't object to having the help. Here's what I think. We've both been taking care of ourselves on our own because we aren't fulfilled. We weren't always like that. I bet there are fantasies we use when we masturbate. Things we always wanted to do but never got the chance since we hooked up so young. It's almost Christmas and a great time to reset for next year. I propose we each write down some fantasies that we'd like to act out. No holds barred, no judgment. We could organize it like the 12 days of Christmas, but we could call it the 12 days of SexMas instead." She giggled at her own joke--definitely tipsy now.

"I know it won't end on the same day as the real twelve days. I want us to target New Year's Eve and send the year out with a real bang. Literally."

"OK," said John slowly. "So we can write anything? Anything at all? What if we have something the other doesn't want to do? What are the limits?"

"Obviously, nothing involving bestiality or drawing blood. I also don't want you to pee or poop on me." She could see John needed some more convincing and so plunked her wine glass down on the nightstand. Sliding her leg over his hips, she dangled her breasts in front of his face. This time, she allowed him to touch her, reaching down to align her opening with his erect cock. She slowly slid down his length, eliciting a gasp from him.

"Doesn't that sound nice?" She breathed. "You could write whatever you wanted, and I'd do it," she whispered. Sally rose slowly, letting her pussy cling tightly to him, squeezing her kegels--muscles she'd long neglected.

"Yes," he said, reaching out for her tits and taking her nipples between his fingers. Oh yes, she remembered when he used to do that.

"I say we try our best to do whatever the other person writes. If it's something we truly don't want or can't do, we agree on an alternative that is as similar as possible. Or we use it in our fantasies if we think we can do that." She slid down his length again, feeling his cock jerking inside her. She figured at this point he'd agree to almost anything, but she needed him to agree before he came. Once that post-nut feeling hit, it would be impossible to get any sense out of him. She moved slowly, dangling her tits in his face, nuzzling his neck, and letting her warm breath wash over him.

"OK, OK," he said, laughing, "I'll do it. If we don't like it, we can always stop, right?"

"Right," she said, sinking down, although she fervently hoped that once they got started, neither of them would want to stop.

"When do we start?"

"Let's take a few days to think through our ideas and get ready. Say we start this weekend, then we do each fantasy every few days. That will give us time to rest and plan if we need to. That puts us right at New Year's Eve when we do the final two. We can create a sexual advent calendar and open it every few days. We should start with the tamer ones first and work up to anything crazier. I know it doesn't follow the real twelve days, but I think it'd be fantastically sexy to have a raunchy New Year's Eve."

"Agree?" she said, and he nodded. Shake on it, she said, presenting her tits to him. With a chuckle, he reached out and grabbed both, squeezing them as she thrust, causing his cock to explode inside of her. Jet after jet of cum splashed her insides. Her breathing was ragged as she pumped up and down, milking the last drops from him. Then he softened, slowly slipping out of her.

"Still a deal, even after you've cum?"

"Still a deal." Then he reached for her, intending to get her off. It was a sweet gesture, but it was late, and she wanted to feel his familiar touch. Diverting his hand, Sally embraced him, eagerly anticipating what lay ahead.

The next day, Sally was like a woman possessed, waking John up with a full breakfast and cleaning the entire house before noon. She had the day off, but John had to go into the office. She could see he was angling to stay behind with her but shooed him out of the house.

She then began working on her task list. The days of SexMas were going to come thick and fast, so she would need to prepare.

Sally made herself a coffee with Irish Cream, feeling naughty for drinking so early in the day, then started on her list.

She liked that they would keep them a secret from each other, revealing the acts slowly throughout the days. True to her word, she started easy, asking John to take his time massaging her and bringing her to at least one orgasm without using his cock. She wanted to make the first one only for her, with John giving for the pleasure of giving.