An Unwanted Christmass Gift

"You owe me! You know it!" He knew it.

Two months ago, Kliment caught him red-handed with his wife. A classic story. Georgi stopped by to return the borrowed drill, his friend was on a business trip, Kliment's wife invited him in for coffee, shared how lonely she was, and before he knew it, he was consoling her on the table, with her legs propped up on his shoulders.

The woman was gripping the edge of the table to avoid being pushed off by the powerful, deep thrusts, while her large breasts bounced wildly, spilling out of her neckline. The classic turned complete when the gracious hostess was preparing him for round two, kneeling in front of him.

Kliment came home, and the two adulterers only noticed him when they were startled by the loud clicking sound of a phone camera. The two lovers were so stunned that they froze like statues for another ten seconds. She - smeared with cum from the first consolation, he - idiotically grinning, with his half-hard cock in her mouth.

"Look now... it's clear to me that unless the bitch lifts her tail, the dogs won't mount her. The thing is, it was you, and I caught you..."

Georgi nodded gloomily. Back then, Kliment hadn't said a word to him. He was dying of fear that a hurricane scandal would erupt and Polya would find out.

Georgi loved his wife. He didn't want to hurt her, let alone lose her. The infidelity had happened so quickly, without any thought or feelings involved, just the animal lust of the moment.

And now, Kliment wanted to collect his debts. His proposal was logical, even somewhat arousing, with the taste of risk and the forbidden.

"At the Christmas dinner, Polya will drink a bit more. You'll take care of that, and then in the bedroom, we'll switch! She won't notice a thing, and we'll be even!"

Unspoken in the air hung the threat that Polya might learn this or that if Georgi didn't agree.

Polya was preparing the holiday dinner, even gliding with dance steps, overcome by joyful anticipation. The Christmas decorations had naturally been pompously set up since November, and the home buzzed with plush gnomes, porcelain elves, glitter-covered stars, and garlands.

They all shone in a heart-warming joyful kitsch during the gloomy December days. This was Polya's favorite holiday. Humanity, thirsty for joy and warmth, exploded in an orgy of good mood, jokes, gifts, and crowned its victory over the evil winter with a sacred dinner with loved ones.

She enjoyed preparing the dishes, vainly anticipating the guests' admiration. These last few hours before the three friendly families arrived were just for her.

Her stuffed cabbage rolls were slowly simmering, the banitsa was baking, promisingly forming a crispy crust, the table was set, and Polya looked around with pride. Perfect.

And when the guests left, she and Georgi would indulge in lovemaking, postponed amid the frantic preparations. Just thinking about it sent a warm tingle between her legs.

The woman purred and spun to the sounds of Christmas music, her juicy ass making a luscious circle, as in her fantasy, her beloved husband appeared, penetrating her eager womb, hard and trembling with passion and impatience. Should she play with herself in the shower before the guests arrived?

No, better to save her passion for tonight and give Georgi a magical Christmas night! Polya showered, unable to resist the temptation entirely, and under the warm streams, her palms slid over her sensuously full thighs and large breasts.

She nearly cut herself while shaving between her legs when her palm brushed her swollen from desire clit. She examined herself critically. There were a few extra kilos, but her waist was slim, and her flesh, though abundant, was firm and full, not jiggling fat.Completely Christmas sexy.

Her husband came home with the last purchases and barely smacked her, and the guests started arriving.

Kiro and Evdokiya, her colleagues, Radostin and Maria, Georgi's colleagues and Kliment with Mariela. With the latter, they were university colleagues, and over the years, they had kept their friendship. They were together often, out or visiting each other, though lately, some invisible tension seemed to have appeared.

Polya tried to figure out what was bothering her friend, but Mariela just waved it off. Normal family nonsense.

The evening flowed by all the rules. Polya enjoyed the generous compliments for her culinary skills, as well as the unspoken but obvious ones for her sensuously full figure. The men at the table could barely tear their eyes away from the breasts straining to burst out of her already generous neckline, her boobs hypnotically swayed every time Polya laughed.

The conversation started with the inevitable but fun office gossip, moved to old stories, some even funny if heard no more than the third time and with the rising alcohol level, reached more or less delicate hints on erotic themes. If it weren't for the drunk bottle of Mavrud wine, Polya would have considered them crude, but now, with cheeks flushed from the wine, she not only laughed heartily but also responded, throwing promising glances at her husband.

Her usually low self-esteem, due to the extra weight, was now pumped up, both by the overt male attention to her charms and the undisguised envy of the ladies.

"Polya, if Santa comes and you sit on his lap, he's guaranteed not to want to leave!" Evdokiya tossed out, and everyone agreed boisterously.

"Were you naughty or nice?" Kiro chimed in, under his wife's annihilating gaze, promising a tedious family discussion.

"I've always been a good girl!" Polya fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly.

Her demonstrative modesty wonderfully contrasted with the radiant eroticism emanating from the young woman. Mariela smiled only with her lips, and in her mind added: "If what I suspect happens, you'll be anything but a good girl!"

Since her husband caught her with Georgi, Mariela's life had changed. The Damocles' sword of separation hung over her, and she tried her best to please her husband.

Mariela neither loved working nor shone with any talents, and for her, it was an unthinkable nightmare to lose her previously carefree life as a wife who worked whatever and whenever she wanted. Kliment's income allowed her to dabble in something completely useless for two-three months a year, and for the rest, theatrically complain about how hard it is to find any job nowadays.

After the blunder, she tried in every way to atone for her sin, inventing all sorts of perversions in bed, scouring internet for ideas. She greeted her husband with a plug in her ass, gave him a blowjob right in the hallway, demonstratively swallowing when the thick cum poured into her mouth.

She didn't protest any of his whims, though she knew that at some point, this would exhaust his interest. Desperately racking her brain on how to save the sinking ship of her marriage, one evening she barely held back from shouting "Eureka!"

She lay next to her husband, his cum trickling from her pulsing anal ring in a thick stream down her thigh, when the solution dawned on her with its genius simplicity. Kliment didn't need to humiliate her in every possible way. He could just wave his hand and say all women are whores.

What weighed on him unspoken was that Georgi had fucked his wife. Mariela delicately planted the seed of her idea in Kliment's head.

The price was small: her husband would fuck Polya, and Mariela could continue her previous life. As a small bonus came a sort of revenge on her plump, carefree friend.

She had always envied her for the ease with which she did everything, for her homemaking skills despite her own contempt for them, but most of all for the male attention Polya received without even seeking it. The evening was approaching the gift exchange, and Mariela thought maliciously that her real gift to her husband would be the juicy hostess, and her personal gift the end of Polya's chastity and rubbing that wimp Georgi's nose in it.

She couldn't forgive him for slipping away like a wet noodle and leaving her alone and trembling before Kliment. No, she wouldn't be alone in her humiliation.

"Whoa! What time is it?!" Georgi announced with drunken artistry. "While we've been having fun, someone left a little sack!"

A chorus of cheers greeted the pulling out of said sack. Everyone knew it contained impersonal junk, but the prospect of a gift sparked joyful excitement.

Georgi pulled out the small packages and announced the name, with exclamations, the obedient boy or girl pulling out banal cosmetics, accompanied by fake congratulations.

"And who's this for?" Georgi furrowed his brows, as if he couldn't read, theatrically building tension. "Polya!"

Polya eagerly tore the colorful wrapping paper. Inside was a box, and when she opened the lid, the woman made a face and rolled her eyes.

A pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and lubricant. Naturally, congratulations poured in for Georgi, and a new barrage of erotic teasing.

Polya soured a bit. The gift really wasn't for her but for her husband. The drunk wine and general euphoria helped her fight the unpleasant feeling, and gulping down another glass of dark red Mavrud, Polya playfully twirled the handcuffs on her finger.

After the gift exchange, the guests rose to leave, amid the hosts' unconvincing protests. Polya really couldn't wait to quench the erotic fire between her legs, which was sending insistent shivers up her spine more and more persistently.

They saw off the last couple; Polya swayed her rounded hips and headed to the bedroom, throwing her husband a look full of promises. Georgi seemed no less impatient, as he had trouble locking the door, but a minute later, he joined his wife in the bedroom.

The lamp was off, and a few candles scattered the gloom with capriciously flickering flames. The dancing shadows slid over the appetizingly rounded forms of the woman standing before the large bed.

In the quiet room, her aroused breathing made Georgi's blood pound in his ears. God, how beautiful she was!

Not with the banal beauty beaming from fashion magazine covers, but with the living beauty of a woman dying of desire. Georgi's adrenaline was sky-high from the impending swap. He silently prayed to whatever lustful deity would help him and took his wife in his arms.

Her lips were soft and hot, even burning. He tasted the wine on them and parted them with his for that first mingling of breath before the kiss turned to tongue-fucking.

Their faces were millimeters apart, feeling each other's skin warmth, and both prolonged the moment, barely touching tongue tips. Polya closed her lips several times to make him part them anew, and each time his tongue slipped a little deeper into her mouth and stayed longer.

This game continued until Georgi growled and grabbed her shoulders firmly, invading her mouth roughly like a conqueror. His hands slid over her full feminine forms, greedily digging fingers into the generous, appetizing flesh.

While crushing her in his embrace, he hiked up her dress, and his palm landed on her already soaked thong. Polya whimpered into his mouth and arched, trying to rub against his hand.

Her aroused clit was as big as a hazelnut and now rubbed against his large palm, separated only by the thin fabric of her underwear. She helped Georgi free her from the dress, and after a brief struggle, the bra surrendered too.

Her heavy breasts dropped, full and heavy, with already hard and perky nipples. The man grabbed her breasts and greedily latched onto one bud, eliciting a hoarse moan. Polya arched, offering herself and urging him to continue the sweet torment.

His lips seemed to suck out her soul, and she buried her fingers in his hair. Her moans turned to impatient whimpers, and her hips began involuntary movements, like during intercourse.

Polya reached to undress her husband, but he authoritatively grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her back. The handcuffs from her gift clicked, pinning her hands behind her.

Dazed from the wine and drunk on her arousal, Polya nearly came at that moment. Georgi turned her with her back to him. She felt his breath on her neck, the hairs there standing on end, and she choked with impatience.

His fingers slipped under the elastic of her thong and seemed to hesitate, but then pulled her panties down to her knees and sank his fingers in her pulsing, generous flesh. "I'm pulling down my wife's panties! Pulling down my wife's panties so another man can fuck her!" - the thought nearly gave him a heart attack from excitement.

His cock had risen, threatening to tear his pants. With hands trembling from nerves, he put the blindfold on her eyes and gently pushed her to kneel on the bed, then lie on her chest and knees.

He pulled out his phone and only on the third try managed to press the agreed signal with Kliment. Then he knelt before the bed, and Polya's open slit, glistening with arousal, faced him.

His hands grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, pressing his lips to her quivering opening. He literally swallowed the flowing juice from his wife and gathered her labia and clit in his mouth.

He sucked and mashed them with his tongue simultaneously, while his hands squeezed her ass and stretched it to open her as much as possible. Polya screamed, crazed with desire.

For a moment, it seemed to her that the air in the room stirred. Her senses, sharpened to the extreme, caught some unfamiliar scent, and somewhere deep in her brain, something tried to sound the alarm. Her husband, having drunk her flowing moisture, slid his tongue along her slit, giving due attention to her painfully swollen clit, then slipping inside her.

His hands released her ass and slid over her silk-stockinged legs; his fingers caressed the skin where the silicone band had dug in and the flesh spilled over. While Georgi made love to his wife with his lips, the quietly entered Kliment silently pulled off his pants.

His face, flushed with arousal, had a satanic look from the candle flames. With his hand, he stroked his dick. His excitement grew, and in his head raged a savage triumph that another man was preparing his wife for him.

He silently pushed Georgi. He flinched and froze. For a moment, Kliment thought his friend had backed out. But then the kneeling man pulled away, and the bent woman whimpered discontentedly.

Kliment positioned himself behind her, pulled off the thong still around her knees, and spread her legs wide. To Polya, it seemed her husband's hands were somehow cooler than a moment ago, but she had no time to process it, because a steel-hard cock rubbed against her slobbering opening, found it, and penetrated her in one deep motion.

With her face buried in the silk sheets, Polya cried out. A cry of relief, of long-held passion unleashed in an instant.

The hard body claimed her confidently, with deep, even thrusts. Her husband's cock wasn't small, but now it seemed to have grown and swelled even more.

Her vagina squeezed it with every movement, providing enough lubrication to slide in effortlessly. The first orgasm came quickly, starting between her legs and rushing like an electric current up her spine, flowing through her limbs, making her body tremble.

Polya clenched her fists, and her hands cuffed behind her back tensed as if to break the bonds. The woman screamed unrestrainedly as she received her deserved relief.

The man behind her slowed the rhythm, giving her a chance to fully enjoy the pleasure, and almost stopped when the last shivers faded. Georgi watched with a dry mouth as his wife came violently, impaled on another man's cock.

In the heart of the newly minted cuckold, conflicting feelings battled, threatening to explode him. Jealousy, wild lust, love, and something undefined that fused all emotions into one unbearably arousing sensation.

Kliment leaned over the ther mans wife, and his lips lightly nibbled her ear. The heavy male body made her shiver with pleasure, but simultaneously, the alarm in her head rang with new force.

The passed initial arousal no longer clouded her mind. Yes, definitely, the man lying on her didn't smell like Georgi!

They had been together too long, and his scent was painfully familiar. With growing panic, Polya began noting other alarming details.

She groped the man's groin with her bound hands and froze. It was shaved!

Georgi trimmed his pubic hair with a clipper but never shaved! A hurricane of thoughts passed through her head: "A stranger is fucking me!", "For God's sake, what's happening to me?!", "That idiot, it can't be...".

Georgi occasionally role-played some fantasy of a threesome with another man, and Polya even found it arousing depending on her mood, but she had stark told him it remained just a fantasy. "Stupid bastard! He got me drunk, cuffed me, blindfolded me, and thinks I won't realize another is fucking me!".

The woman couldn't decide how to react. The situation was absurd! Scream? What a disgrace!

Try to break free? What if they don't let her? Here, she even felt fear.

Kliment sensed the change in the just-fucked woman. She seemed to tense, but he decided it was just a normal reaction, people vary, orgasms vary! And he resumed his thrusts into her, this time moving more aggressively and roughly, with a wet sound on every in and out.

"Well, clever one! Now I'll show you!". Polya decided to teach her husband a good lesson. She couldn't deny that it felt good, and after the initial shock, the situation seemed more and more arousing, no doubt with the help of the two bottles of Mavrud.

She lay on her stomach, helpless, blindfolded. For a moment, she imagined a line of men waiting their turn to fuck her. That should have horrified her, but instead of fear, her body reacted with a new shiver of arousal.

Polya moaned. She had decided to put on a show, but she didn't have to pretend at all. Still, she voiced her feelings and purred:

"M-m-mh, did you take some magic pill?" She twirled her big butt in a slow figure eight. "How did it suddenly get so big?"

What she said had an instant effect. The cock in her seemed to grow even more, swelling so that her gently enveloping vagina literally felt the pumped veins bulging to bursting on it. The man taking pleasure from her body growled, pushed her legs aside with his knees, almost splitting her, and pounded her powerfully.

His hard cock made her body tremble again, and its head seemed to penetrate her womb, merging pain and desire for more and more. The two bodies writhed in a shared orgasm. She screamed, and he growled incomprehensible filth. His cock swelled to impossible size and unleashed stream after stream of thick seed deep in her womb.

Georgi watched wide-eyed. From his own penis, cum started spurting without him even touching it. Before his eyes, his wife came so violently, as he hadn't even suspected possible.

With unrestrained cries, she met the cock driving deep into her womb and impaled herself on it. This time, the orgasmic shivers took much longer to fade. Only after several minutes did the two bodies still, and the man behind her withdrew with evident reluctance.

"I hope you're not tired?" Polya said hoarsely. "I think this is the night you've been dreaming of!"

She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, showing her open, glistening vagina with thick cum overflowing out. Above it was her tight, virgin anus, gathered in a tight brown star between the large buttocks.

For how long had Georgi dreamed of it, but so far, he had penetrated it only a few times, with a finger, in moments of peak arousal. "Well, watch now! Isn't this your fantasy?!".

"Wasn't there lubricant in the gift? Come on, deflower my ass! Take my anal virginity..."

Georgi literally gaped, and his spent cock magically rose again. Kliment recovered first, and before his friend could react, he grabbed the tube of lubricant.