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The five weeks of Christmas…by cuckytoher
WEEK ONE
NOVEMBER 24-30
“Don’t forget my ski-boots, and that pink jumper that Jules likes. Oh, and don’t forget Jules’ sweaters it might be cold up there, but I’m sure we’ll keep warm!” Bonnie yelled from the bedroom which used to be ours but was now occupied by her and her lover Jules.
“Yes dear.” Knowing they weren’t even leaving for their Christmas vacation yet. It was only November twenty fifth and they were heading to Bonnie’s friend Stefani’s house to spend the week of Thanksgiving before going on a two-week cruise and then a romantic two-week skiing trip. My job was to do all the packing for them and to keep all the trips separate, so each trip had its own packing list. I had clothes and skiing equipment all over the garage where I had prepared a triage area for each trip. Of course, this meant moving the cot where I sleep and my Rubbermaid tub where I keep my clothes outside so I can fit all their stuff in here. Merry fucking Christmas I thought to myself.
I’ve always hated Christmas. Being an adopted child, I always got the worst birthday, and Christmas presents while the “real” kids got the best of everything. That also meant wearing my older brother’s hand me downs. Sometimes I think my adopted parents only adopted me to get the money from the state. I was treated less than human by them. I was made to sleep in a shed in the backyard with a mattress thrown on the floor and sack for a pillow and ripped woolen blanket. My meals were their leftovers if they remembered to feed me. I was also subject at times to severe punishment for failing to do “my chores” which were really my older siblings’ chores.
The treatment by my family and my stature of an adopted child led me to become very shy and subservient to others. I had a typical beta personality and all through high schools the jocks and gear heads took full advantage of it, tormenting me and bullying me around as did the girls, always wanting me to do their homework and be an alibi for them when they were out dating their “real” boyfriends they’d tell their parents they were with me at the library and I of course would lie for them.
After graduation I moved out, got an apartment, worked my ass off and invested very wisely. By the time I had hit my thirtieth birthday I had enough income from investments to last me the rest of my life. I continued to work however, because it gave me a purpose. The one thing I was missing in my life was a woman. And that’s when I met Bonnie.
I had always had an attraction to bigger women and when I spotted her for the first time I knew why. She was what was referred to as a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) with black frizzy hair, and full lips, high cheekbones, massive thighs, and an ass to die for, her tits had to be at least a 44DD but she wore no bra and her nipples poked through the black fabric of her tight top making me hard instantly, she was round in curvy in all the right places. She wore lots of makeup and thick, long fake eyelashes and nails. She was what all the black guys referred to as a PAWG (Phat Ass White Girl) and she wore black leggings that accentuated her ass and full round thighs. She worked in the next office for some sports firm I had the pleasure of watching her walk into the office each morning and seeing what outfit she had on aroused me to no end. The black athletes who came into the office seemed to be very friendly with her, running their hands over her back and other places as they talked. One day at the coffee shop I worked up the nerve to ask her for a date and to my amazement she accepted.
We dated for several months and Bonnie who loved to tease me to get whatever she wanted was the queen of getting her way. I had to confess to her about my inexperience with woman, lovemaking and sex. Bonnie of course, found it entertaining that I was a virgin and a rich one at that. She told me not to worry that she would handle my sex education. She began by letting me kiss her toes and feet and told me women especially love that. Then she had me graduate to kissing her thigs and pussy and instructed me in the art of cunnilingus giving me exacting instructions of what she like and how long she liked it. Then it was on to her asshole which she liked me to lick sometimes before and sometimes after I had licked her pussy.
The first time she saw me naked she laughed and told me that I had a baby dick, and that it was the smallest she had ever seen. But instead of being ashamed, it made me hard when she made fun of it. She took a ruler and measured it after she had brought me to my full erectness. “Wow! Almost a full three inches, but not quite!” She laughed throwing the ruler on the bed and laying back and spreading her lips for me to lick her. After several orgasms I asked her about fucking her and she wiped her hand away in the air. “Oh honey, I could never even feel that tiny thing inside me. And I bet, if I let you put it inside me, you’d shoot in less than thirty seconds.” I begged her to at least let me try to satisfy her and she acquiesced partially setting up the sexual ground rules of our relationship. She brought me towards her, took my tiny baby dick as she liked to call it, and rubbed it up and down on her pussy lips, I shuddered and exploded all over her.
“See? I knew you were a quick shooter. It’s okay though, we can find other ways to get you off, but right now clean me up.” I began to head for the bathroom to get a washcloth and she stopped me. “Honey, you have to learn to clean up your own messes and well sometimes you may have to clean up someone else’s mess too, but for now, be a good boy and clean me up with your tongue.” I had never tasted cum before but had seen plenty of women drink it down in porn movies, so I lowered my head and cleaned up my own cum.
This became our ritual; I would buy Bonnie sexy lingerie and outfits, and she would model them for me and tease me and then have me lick her to several orgasms before her allowing me to play with her tits and jerk my cock off for several seconds and cum. Always ending in me licking my own cum off her tits. Bonnie became my teacher, my mentor in all things sexual.
Our relationship grew and I proposed marriage and Bonnie accepted. Since I really had no family or friends to speak of, the guest list were all Bonnie’s friends and co-workers. She looked gorgeous in her white wedding dress and white thigh highs with her pale skin and black her it was quite the contrast. I’m not much of a dancer and as the reception went on and people had more and more to drink, they became very uninhibited. I sat alone at the head table while Bonnie danced with her girlfriends and other guests. One in particular was a very tall, coal-black man with a bald head and huge muscles. Bonnie seemed to pay particular attention to him, dancing and almost flirting with him. When a slow song came on the two dance as if THEY were husband and wife. My throat went dry as I spotted them coming towards the head table where I sat, his huge arm around my beautiful wife.
“Honey, this is Jules! He’s a friend of mine. A retired football player. I got to know him working in the office. Jules, this is my little hubby!” The way she said ‘little hubby’ made me blush. I stood to shake the big man’s hand. He was at least 6’5″ broad shouldered, huge chest, massive arms and legs. I reached out my hand.
“Pleased to meet you Sir,” I said, remembering one of Bonnie’s tutoring lessons that it was always the polite thing to do to call another man Sir. My tiny white hand disappeared inside his massive paw and as he squeezed it, I winced with pain. I know there were tears in my eyes from the pain but I tried not to show it. They both chuckled.
“Honey, Jules and I are going out for a breath of fresh air, it’s SO hot in here, can you take all the presents and load them into the car, so we don’t have to do it later? Thanks, love!” And just like that they were gone.
“Yes dear,” I said, as they walked away, I’m sure not hearing me.
As I loaded the presents in the car, I looked around for them outside but couldn’t see them anywhere. Later that night when we went upstairs to our bridal suite, I noticed the bed was a bit messy and when I told Bonnie I was going to complain she said no, that she had used the bed earlier as she had a headache and came up to rest for a bit.
Bonnie dimmed the lights and looked at me in her half-drunken stupor and winked at me. Her face, heavily laden with makeup, her hair mussed from dancing, her tits half hanging out of the dress and her thighs showing from the slit in her wedding dress. “So, lover, you ready to consummate our marriage?” She dropped the dress to reveal her totally naked body except for the thigh highs and plopped back on the bed and spread her lips. Her hair was splayed on the pillow and those huge tits lay on either side of her the nipples erect. I dove onto the bed and began lapping furiously at her pussy. It seemed wetter than normal and tasted saltier. But I could tell I was pleasing her, so I didn’t stop to ask questions, I just licked like a madman. She pulled my bald head into her and fucked my face hard. I had never seen Bonnie drunk, and this was another side to her, but I was kind of enjoying it. I licked her pussy and ass for over an hour bringing her to numerous orgasms. Finally, she pushed me away and just passed out snoring. Slowly, I unrolled the thigh highs from each leg and smelled them and felt that all too familiar quiver in my nether regions telling me I had cum in my pants.
The next morning at breakfast as Bonnie nursed a mimosa and black coffee attempting to cure her hangover, I asked her if she had enjoyed what I did for her last night.
“Oh honey, honestly most of it is a blur. I remember taking off my dress and laying down and that’s about it.”
I recounted the hour-long licking session and numerous orgasms and decided to come clean about her thigh highs and me cumming in my pants.
“Oh baby, that’s so sweet! And so hot! You got yourself off smelling my thigh highs. That turns me on. You know honey while we’re talking about sex and our life together, I wanted to discuss something with you.” She said it with all the air of a school principal discussing an issue with an errant student, and I sat up and listened attentively as she went on.
“You know honey, there is an old saying, ‘man cannot live by bread alone. Well women can’t live without a nice, big, hard cock to fuck them. Now I know this is a sensitive issue to discuss with you since you have your baby dick but we need to clear the air now. I love what you do for me. You cook and clean and do the laundry and yardwork and housework and I adore you for that. But the reality is, when you were born, God didn’t bless you down there like he did other men. Now, we could pretend that you’re hung, and you could try to fuck me, which we know you can’t, and I could pretend I’m having and orgasm and fake it which I don’t want to do, and I am sure you don’t want me to do. So, while you are so good and do so much for me in all those other departments, and you’re lacking in that one department I was thinking I need to have that big cock. Now hear me out. Let’s say you did all that stuff for me, and you weren’t good at landscaping and so we had to hire a landscaper. That wouldn’t be so difficult, would it? Hiring someone to perform a service and you and I wouldn’t think twice about it. But people get all mushy and judgmental when it comes to sex. Basically, what I’m saying honey is that we could invite a third person in to help in the area where you’re lacking, and we will ALL be happy.”
“You mean hire someone to have sex with you?”
“No silly! Not hire someone!! I know someone already who will do it for free. You remember Jules who you met last night? Well Jules and I dated before I met you and I had sex with him, and he is HUGE!” She moved her two index fingers apart to about nine inches. “And THAT is soft. I’m getting off track here. What I’m saying is, I don’t want to have to cheat on you to get pleased and to get the thing you CANNOT give me no matter how hard you try, and you certainly don’t want me to cheat on you, so this way, everyone is on board, and everyone knows their place. Now if you’d prefer it the other way like my girlfriend Stefani who constantly cheats on Ken because he’s tiny too, I could do that, but I really don’t want to; so, it’s up to you.”
I sat there, my throat parched, my head spinning, trying to process all she had just told while visions of her and Jules rolled through my mind. And all the while, my cock was throbbing, and a growing wet spot was spreading across my lap providing me with the answer.
“That’s a lot to process. And what you say does make sense about the cheating, I certainly wouldn’t want that. And I suppose in many ways it would be like hiring a landscaper or someone else to do something I’m unable to do for you. So, I guess it would be okay, but I’m not sure exactly how it would work.” I said, acting a bit confused.
“Well, first of all, there’s no guessing here. Either you want to do this or not. There is no halfway. You’re either committed to pleasing me and our marriage or you’re not. Secondly, it would work very simply; when I wanted to get fucked, I would call Jules and he would come over and fuck me.”
“Y-y-y-you mean at our house?” I stammered.
“Of course, at our house silly, I’m not going to spend money on a hotel when we have a perfectly good bed!”
“A-a-a-and would I be there?”
“Where else would you be? I need to have you there to clean up afterwards and I need that tongue of yours.”
I gulped and thought it over for a minute and realized it would be the only time I’d get to experience my beautiful wife having real sex, albeit not with me. “Well, then yes! Let’s do it!” I said.
Thanksgiving week flew by. Initially it was just the two of them who were invited to Stefani’s for Thanksgiving dinner, but since our marriage had basically become a blueprint for a cuckold marriage, Stefani thought it would be a good idea for me to come along and perhaps she could impress on Ken they too needed a marriage like ours.
I spent the week baking pies and desserts and getting everything ready to go while Jules, who had moved into our house and Bonnie lounged on the couch and watched movies and flipped through their cell phones. Thanksgiving morning I had the car all packed as they were going straight to the airport from Stefani’s and on their cruise. I was to stay at home, work and mind the house. Of course, I was footing the bill for the cruise, so no expense was spared; they had a balcony suite.
Arriving at Stefani’s, I gingerly carried all my baking into the kitchen and set them on the counter. No one said hi to me except Ken who was in an apron doing dishes. After getting everything settled, I brought Jules a Hennessy and Bonnie a margarita. The other guests included Bonnie’s mother Mona who didn’t really liked me and always thought Bonnie could have done better. She was big, brassy, blonde; think of the actress Jennifer Coolidge with a bitchy side and that was Mona. Also in attendance was Stefani’s mother and father and Stefani’s older sister Brenda. As they all sat around and drank and talked, Ken and I prepared the dinner and did all the heavy work. Right before dinner was served Bonnie called me into the living room. Standing in front of everyone I felt awkward as it was having my wife’s lover there, but if that wasn’t enough there was more humiliation in store.
“Okay everyone, quiet down! Now listen, the other day Jules and I were driving by the mall and they were having some Thanksgiving sale at a furniture store and they had these two guys dressed in turkey outfits with big signs and Jules thought it would be a riot if Ken and my hubby donned them and waved to people and wished them a Happy Thanksgiving outside on the sidewalk while we all ate.”
My face turned crimson, and Ken slid back into the kitchen. I didn’t know what to say, this had to be a joke, but it wasn’t. Jules handed me two boxes and said, “I want you two to go put these on and come back and see us.” Everyone laughed and I immediately slipped into the kitchen.
“Are they fucking crazy?” Ken said, in a very loud voice.
“Shhh, keep your voice down! Listen, this is probably just a little joke. Or a test to see if we’ll go through with it. Now here, let’s humor them and put them on and I bet they won’t make us go outside, but if they do, so what? It’ s Thanksgiving and no one will be out, and it will be a joke.”
“I don’t know what kind of marriage you and Bonnie have, but she keeps hinting how great it is and how she would like us to be more like you guys! Well, if this is what’s in store I want no part of it. And who’s that guy that’s with you? I know he was at your wedding and buddy let me tell you, he had his hands all over your wife! You need to be careful!”
I pulled both turkey outfits out of the box, handed one to him and told him to put it on and I’d explain once we were outside. After walking back into the living room with laughs, guffaws, and chortles from everyone, Jules stood and opened the door. “Now you two boys make sure we can see you waving and wishing people a Happy Thanksgiving as they drive by and he ushered us outside locked the door.
I explained or attempted to explain to Ken all I could about our marriage, how Bonnie had convinced me to let Jules into our life and her rationale. I also explained to him about my inadequacy as a man and that instead of a threat, I had come to view Jules as an adjunct to our marriage. I used the landscaper analogy, but Ken didn’t seem too convinced. I asked if he would rather have Stefani cheating on him or if she were out in the open about things. He said the latter would be his preference. I told him to make sure after we left tonight to sit and have a long and deep discussion with her about all of this. In the meantime, the crowd had gathered at the front window as Ken, and I waved and waved and yelled Happy Thanksgiving to people as they drove by. Yes, we looked ridiculous, and it was demeaning and emasculating but I looked at it like it was all in fun. I told Ken that; life is about making yourself believe whatever situation you’re in it’s all about fun. I told him how bad my childhood was and that was the device I used to escape from that, and I did that till this day. And so, we both agreed and began laughing and waving to people and pretending we were having fun. Once back inside the house, we saw a tiny little table with paper plates and plastic dishes like one set for little kids. Jules ushered us over to the table and told us to sit still in our turkey outfits and eat our Thanksgiving dinner and that is what we did.
WEEK TWO
DECEMBER 1-7
After driving Jules and Bonnie to the airport, lugging all their luggage through the various gates, my chastity device poking me the whole time as I watched all these women in their hot yoga pants getting ready to travel. Bonnie and Jules were quite the couple. She wore her yoga pants with pride and no undies along with a braless top that allowed her nipples to poke through the fabric. Once their luggage was all moved from the car and checked, Bonnie gave me a peck on the cheek and told me to be good and they’d see me the day after Christmas. I stood there transfixed as I watched my beautiful wife and her Bull walk out of my life for the next three weeks and into their own romantic, sexual bliss. My groin ached. My only hope was that either Jules or Bonnie would allow me some release while they were gone. You see, my chastity device is made of a very light alloy and is equipped with a locking mechanism which can be unlocked with a key or from an app on a phone. Should they decide to think of me and want to allow me some pleasure, they could unlock me from far away.
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