Xmas Cookie

You've heard about leaving milk and cookies for Santa, I'm sure. Well, here's another variation.

It was a week before Xmas. I was talking with the neighbor's wife, Lynn, on the enclosed porch of our house. My wife, Kaye (Katherine), and Lynn's husband Gregory, were in the main house. He was in the head and she was cleaning up in the kitchen.

Lynn was wearing a green and red, holiday sweater and a black skirt that contrasted nicely with her pretty legs. Sparkling Xmas earrings framed her pretty face with her warm smile.

Lynn and I were talking about Xmas and we started to include some double entendres in our conversation. We often teased each other with risqué comments and innuendos. I don't know if she did it on purpose, I think the did, but she often wore clothing that was very tight or loose enough for a down blouse or upskirt view.

Our conversation drifted to the topic of leaving cookies and milk for Santa.

I asked Lynn, "Did you leave cookies and milk for Santa when you were little?"

She said, "I still do. I leave a special cookie for Santa."

I smiled, "Does Santa like the cookie you leave for him?"

She said, "He eats it every year, making sure to taste every bite."

"I suppose that's Santa's reward for bringing you a present."

I knew she was talking about her husband being Santa and her cookie being her pussy.

Then she said, "Santa usually leaves a bit of his milk behind."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. It's kind of messy. He gets it all over different things."

"Like where?"

She smiled and said, "Use your imagination."

After a pause, she asked, "What do you want for Xmas this year?"

"I'm hoping to get something nice in my stocking.

She asked, "Are you talking about getting something in your stocking or getting in someone else's stockings?"

I said, "Now that you mention it, sometimes I'm envious of what is in other people's stockings."

She laughed.

I went on, "Maybe you would share what you have in your stockings on Christmas morning."

She smiled and said, "Maybe there could be a cookie in there for you too."

As she said it, she shifted on the lounge chair, letting her skirt slide up her legs, halfway up her thighs. She has nice legs and I could see a nice bit of flesh above her knees. She saw me looking and moved her one leg to expose more of her soft skin to my gaze.

She asked, "Do you like to eat cookies?"

I said, "I really like to eat cookies."

She informed me, "There are different flavors of cookies. They don't all taste the same."

"Really?"

"Sure, there are black cookies and brown cookies and white cookies. Some have different trimmings."

I said, "I'm only familiar with the taste of my wife's cookies."

She said, "Maybe you'd like to taste mine."

"I sure would."

She looked around to confirm that we were still alone, then motioned, "Come here."

I slid my chair next to hers. She took my hand and pulled it into her crotch. She lifted her skirt, exposing her panties. With one hand, she pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and with the other hand, she directed my fingers into her snatch. I slid my fingers along her slit and then put a finger inside her vagina. She had a nice crop of trimmed pussy hair around her folds.

I pulled my finger out and tasted it, tasting her cunt on my fingers.

"Delicious." I said. "Very tasty cookie."

I reached for another taste, but she slapped my hand away. "Have you been a good boy?"

"I have been, but I can be better."

She laughed and said, "I'll bet you can." Then she said, "Maybe Santa can come down my chimney on Christmas Eve."

I often dressed as Santa for holiday parties, so she was alluding to me.

I said, "Maybe if you're still awake, Santa will visit and give you a little present."

"Some milk to go with my cookie?"

"Yes. If you been a good girl."

She said, "I think Santa would rather that I be a bad girl."

"He'll be checking on you on Xmas Eve, for sure."

We were interrupted by our spouses coming out of the house.

While we were cleaning up after our friends had left, my wife Kaye told me, "Greg hit on me again tonight."

"Oh, what did he do?"

"He pulled me into the guest room and tried to get me on the bed."

"Did he?"

She said, "Only for a few minutes. I told him you and Lynn would miss us."

The thought of Greg coming after my wife provoked a mixed reaction from me. He was out of line, but the idea of Kaye doing something of a sexual nature always aroused me. I was aware that I had taken liberties with his wife on the patio.

Out of the blue, I said something, "I'd like to watch Greg fuck you." I don't know why I said it, probably just to see her reaction.

Suddenly, everything changed between us. Kaye took a moment to respond, then said, "You want to watch him fuck me?"

"Yeah. We've imagined things like that when we're in bed. Let's do it."

She didn't immediately go ballistic; in fact she seemed to be interested. "You really want to watch your friend stick his cock in you wife?"

"Yeah, sure."

"He'd have his cock in my cunt. You're the only one who has fucked me. You want to share me?"

"Sure. If you want to."

She thought for a moment, then said, "I might." She paused and asked, "You're sure about this?"

"Yeah. I've been thinking about it for a while. Haven't you?"

She admitted, "Well, yes, but it's only been imaginary." Then she said, "When I feel his cock pressing against me when we are kissing, it really turns me on."

We scurried to our bedroom and stripped. My cock was inside her in a flash.

She said, "I've only ever had your cock inside me. I wonder if Greg's will feel different."

The thought inspired me to fuck her harder.

She noticed and said, "This really turns you on, doesn't it, thinking of someone else fucking me."

I said, "Forgive me. It's just a fantasy for me."

"It's not just fantasy for me." She replied.

It took a moment to grasp what she had said. For the second time that evening, she had expressed a desire to fuck our neighbor, Greg.

I asked her, "What if I fucked Lynn?"

She said, "I've seen the way you two look at each other. Go for it."

We'd been getting closer to our neighbors and the thought of having sex with another couple had been a subject that aroused us both when we were in bed. I had thoughts of scenarios running through my mind the next day.

There was a neighborhood party the next evening. I have a Santa suit that I wear for Xmas parties each year. I wore it at the party and a number of the wives sat on my lap, including Lynn. I had to be good, with all the people there, but Greg took a nice photo of us with her arms around Santa's neck.

A few days later, the day before Xmas, we went to church for the Christmas Eve service. Lynn and Greg, who are not regular church goers went, with us. Kaye had invited them.

Then, we went to dinner at a local restaurant, enjoying a nice meal with some wine. We were all in a buoyant mood, laughing and flirting a little. Though both women were dressed very nicely, my libido was aroused by their beautiful smiles and their shapely bodies. They were wearing conservative clothing, which only stimulated my imagination even more. It's funny how seeing a woman's thigh under her skirt is more arousing that seeing the same skin in pair of shorts.

As we drove home, we were jabbering and Kaye asked Lynn, "What's Santa going to bring you?"

Lynn said, "Well I hope he fills my stocking with something good."

Kaye laughed, "I'd like to have something big and hard in my stockings."

Greg and I, in the front seat were listening.

I asked, "Are you two going to wait up for Santa?"

My wife said, "Yes. I hope he comes at my house."

Greg asked, "Don't you mean you hope he comes TO your house?"

Kaye replied, "I know what I said. I hope Santa comes AT my house."

A few minutes later, I asked, "Lynn, are you going to leave a cookie for Santa?"

She said, "Oh yes. I have a special cookie for Santa to eat."

Greg looked at me, sharing my understanding of the double meanings of our wives' words.

Then my wife said, "I don't think Santa will have any trouble coming down my chimney tonight."

"Aren't you afraid that he'll be too big to fit?" Lynn asked.

Kaye said, "It may be a tight fit, but he'll just have to squeeze in there."

They laughed.

We arrived home and we all went into our house for a nightcap. Greg and I adjourned to the den to watch a football game.

At halftime, Greg asked, "What do you think of what Lynn and Kaye were hinting at?"

"The Santa stuff?"

"Yeah, the parts about getting something in their stockings and coming down the chimney."

I laughed and said, "I'd like to see Lynn's cookie."

He chuckled and said, "I wonder if I could fit down the chimney at your house."

We were quiet for a few moments, contemplating. We both realized that we were talking about doing something with the other's wife.

We'd been neighbors for less than a year. Kaye and I moved in to our new home; Lynn and Greg followed a few months later; they lived a few houses away. We are in a new housing development with mostly young couples, many with children. It will be a good place to raise a family. As I said, I'd been the Santa at the neighborhood party for the kids and then the adults.

Katherine and I are about the same ages as Greg and Lynn and we quickly became friends. I've already mentioned that Lynn is very attractive with a nice set of breasts and long shapely legs. I noticed that Kaye had caught Greg's eye as well.

Lynn likes to flirt. She would tease with suggestive comments and revealing clothes. She often wore loose tops and when she bent over, I would have a nice view of her luscious breasts. A few times, she had gone without a bra and I saw her nipples. Kaye was aware of what Lynn was doing and dressed suggestively herself. My wife can be a real tease, too. Greg and I enjoyed watching our own as well as the other wife acting provocatively. We often spent more time talking with the other spouse on a Saturday evening after a cookout.

We hadn't done anything beyond casual hugs and pecks on the lips until Greg made a move on my wife a few months earlier. I suspected that he'd had his eye on her for a while and I noticed that she perked up when we were with them. He had grabbed her breast one evening and she didn't get upset; she just scooted away from him. There probably were other times when I didn't see them fooling around.

Lynn had let me play with her tits on my birthday. She lifted her shirt and I felt-her-up. Her boobs were grapefruit sized and her nipples were hard little things centered in her dollar-size areolas. I could've played with them for hours, but she only allowed me a few minutes of fun. Her husband and my wife didn't see us. They were in the house; I wondered what they were doing. Then, there was the incident on the porch where Lynn had let me put my fingers in her pussy.

As mentioned earlier, Kaye and I both got off on erotic stories of wife swapping, swinging and such. We'd never done anything much. We'd gotten familiar with friends where we had lived previously. I know Kaye and our friend, Mark, had done some kissing and she hinted that he had put his hand inside her panties and fooled with her pussy. She wasn't very specific. I'd done a bit with the guy's wife, Yvonne. I'd slid my hand down the back of her pants onto her ass a couple of times. If we hadn't moved, things probably would've gone further. When Greg and Lynn moved in next to us, we sort-of continued the progression we had started, but with different partners.

Both of us couples were planning to start families, so it was possibly our last chance to sow some wild oats before there were babies around.

Now Greg and I are of similar height and build. I had an idea.

"Greg. I have two Santa suits in the garage. What if we each wore one and visited the other wife as a prank?"

He said, "Interesting idea."

I said, "I'm sure they would know the difference once we got close, but with the Santa beard and hat, we could fool them for a while."

He nodded and said, "Maybe they would give Santa a present."

I laughed and said, "Maybe Santa could get a cookie."

We were joking around, but the comments were quite bold.

Greg said, "Maybe Santa could come down the chimney."

I said, "I'll bet he like to put something in a stocking."

We'd had a few drinks, were in a festive mood and decided to do it.

The game went late and the ladies were tired, so Lynn went home, and Kaye went back to the bedroom to watch a Christmas movie on TV.

As Lynn left, she said to us, "I'll leave the back door open for Santa."

Greg said, "He may just come down the chimney."

She said, "I hope he goes up the chimney tonight."

Fifteen minutes later, Greg and I went into the garage where I had the Santa suits. We both dressed, helping each other to arrange the wigs, beards and hats. It was impractical to put the suits over our clothes, so we stripped to our underwear. I noticed that his crotch was bulging with the start of a hard-on. We each had a string of bells to announce Santa's presence.

The thought of Greg going into our bedroom dressed as Santa was getting me aroused. I knew he would see Kaye in her nightgown. She doesn't wear underwear to bed, so Greg was in for a real treat. He was wearing the loose Santa pants with a hard dick underneath. I was a bit apprehensive about how far they might go, but the thought turned me on; another man was going to be in the bedroom with my scantily clad wife. Her pussy would be barely concealed and his dick was hard. Of course, I hoped to have the same opportunity with Lynn.

I waited a moment and watched as Greg went into our house, jiggling the bells and laughing, "Ho, ho, ho."

I was surprised, to say the least, when I caught a glimpse of my wife coming out of the bedroom, naked except for a green elf hat.

She said, "Oh Santa. I've been waiting up for you. I hope you have something to give me for Christmas."

I was tempted to put an end to it. I hadn't really expected her to get naked for Santa, but it was already too late to prevent it. I wanted to stay and watch, wondering how she would react when she realized it was Greg, not me. I kept out of sight at the door to the garage, listening.

I heard the rustling of their embrace and then I heard my wife say, "Oh, Santa."

They were quiet for a moment, obviously kissing. My dick was getting hard. I glanced around the corner and saw my nude wife in Santa's arms.

She said, "What a nice surprise." Then she said, "Ooh, you are nice and hard."

They kissed some more.

She continued, "You've been working hard Santa. Maybe you need a treat."

Greg said, and his voice was different than mine, "I wonder if this will fit down the chimney?"

My wife seemed to already know that it was him, not me. "You can try to see if it will fit up my chimney."

They kissed again. I saw his hand rubbing her bare ass. Her arms were around his neck.

There was no doubt that she realized that it was Greg. She told me later that if I was okay with sending him into our bedroom, then she took it as permission to have some fun with our attractive neighbor.

I wanted to stay, but left, eager to see if I could score with Lynn. I had a very stiff prick tenting my Santa pants.

I walked down the sidewalk and went in their house. Their living room was festively decorated, with a tree and garlands all around. I jingled my bells and said, "Ho, ho, ho."

Nobody answered.

I walked to the door of their bedroom. Lynn had turned the light off, but was still awake. She turned on the light and looked at me, seeming to think that I was Greg.

She said, "Oh, Santa. I was asleep."

I asked, "Have you been a good girl?"

With my voice, she knew it was me, not her husband.

She smiled that sexy smile she has and said, "I've been good until now, but feel like being naughty tonight."

Then she said, "Would you like a cookie and some milk?"

I said, "I'd really like a cookie."

She smiled and pulled back the covers on the bed, inviting me to join her. She lifted her nightgown and exposed her naked pussy. She had a nice tuft of cunt hair above her puffy lips. I remembered having my fingers inside her a few day earlier.

She said, "Maybe you'd like your treat under the Xmas tree."

I said, "That sounds nice."

She said, "I'm going to try to be a good girl for you tonight."

I said, "The reindeer need a break, so I have time."

She led me into their living room and we stood beside the tree. I pulled her to me and we kissed. It was weird with the beard on, but it was part of the scenario. Her arms wrapped around me, completely aware that I wasn't her husband and fully engaged in what we were doing.

I reached under her nightgown and my hands roamed over the smooth skin of her back. I explored the cleft in her soft ass. When I removed her nightie and saw her naked for the first time, she took my breath away. She wasn't a skinny swimsuit model, but she had all the right pieces in the right places. Her full tits draped from her chest, with crinkled areolas and stiff nipples in the center. The skin on her shoulders and stomach was so clear and smooth. Her pussy was scruffy and very tempting, with a dark pubic patch hiding her pink vulva.

She dropped to her knees and undid the belt on my Santa suit.

"Oh gosh, Santa. You're all covered with ashes and soot."

Like the stub of a pipe, she held my dick tight in her teeth. Her lips wrapped around my cock-head and bobbed back and forth, initiating a wonderful blow job.

"My, but you are a good little girl." I said as she engulfed my prick with the head pushing past her gullet into her throat. My hands stroked through her golden hair.

She said, "Do you like sliding down my chimney?"

"Santa is very happy to reward girls who have been good."

She said, "But I'm being bad, Santa. I'm married."

"Where's your husband?"

She said, "I'll bet he's out spreading the joy of Xmas at a neighbor's house."

"Santa wants to give you Xmas gift."

Then she asked, "Would you like a cookie, Mr. Santa?"

I said, "Santa sure would."

She laid back on the carpet, under the tree. I positioned myself between her legs and took a moment to observe her feminine treasures. The nice, scruffy patch of pubic hair on her mound aligned perfectly with her treasure-laden slit. I caressed her soft thighs, my fingers slid over her smooth, clear flesh. She was remarkable, her skin was smooth as silk.

I leaned in and attempted to put my face in her pussy, but Santa's beard was in the way. I pulled it down to my neck and tried again. Lynn laughed at the sight of Santa's red hat and white hair between her legs. Then, when my tongue touched her clit, she moaned and stroked my head. My hat came off. The long hair on my wig tickled her thighs.

"Oh, Santa, do you like my cookie?"

"It's delicious." It truly was.

I swirled my tongue over her delicate parts. She was oozing juices from her snatch. The scent of her pussy mixed with her perfume. She'd obviously sprayed perfume on her pussy hair before going to bed, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. She became more aroused, arching her back and twisting her pelvis. I wrapped my arms around her hips to hold her in place while I continued to suck on her luscious cunt. Her thighs pressed against my temples until it hurt. She was wild with lust and her pussy was gushing her lady cum.

Her juices were soaking my beard. I knew I'd carry the smell of her cunt in my Santa beard for the next year or two.

It was amazing how we had jumped from being flirting neighbors to wanton lovers, fucking on the floor of their living room while her husband and my wife were fucking in my bed.

I moved up and, laying a finger beside my nose, gave a thrust to my prick and up her chimney it rose. Her eyes how they twinkled, the dimples on her ass were so merry, her cunt was as tight as when she had her cherry. I shoved my fat cock up into her belly, and her tits shook when I thrust like a bowl full of jelly.

Her cunt was nice and tight. She squeezed around my shaft with her inner muscles. There's something about when a woman does that, that makes it feel like she's transferring her sexual energy to my cock, like her cunt was a taser.

"Did Santa like his cookie?" She asked.

"It was marvelous."

"Do you like what you found in my stockings?"

"I found a nice juicy pussy."

We fucked for a while and I unloaded, dumping my cum into her, under their Xmas tree.

We laid there a while, beside each other, enjoying the moment. I traced my fingers over her delicate skin, enjoying the sight and feel of her body.

She giggled and said, "Santa sure surprised me this year. He knew just what I wanted."

I leaned over and kissed her soft breasts and her belly.

She said, "I hope Santa visits me and comes every year."

I said, "Maybe it can be Xmas all year long."

She laughed, then stood up, leading me.

We went into the bedroom where I fucked her again. She wanted to be on top, so she rode me cowgirl style for a while. It was wonderful to watch her. Her tits bounced and jiggled as she rocked on my cock. I fondled and sucked on her titties. Her tuft of cunt hair mixed with mine. Seeing my cock embedded in her hole was unforgettable. I came again, inside her, bareback. When she rolled off, a trickle of my cum dripped out of her.

We laid there for a while, I think we both dozed off, worn out from the vigorous sex. We were in her marital bed, but so were my wife and her husband.

Then, Lynn's phone rang. It was my wife. I heard her say, "Are you finished with my husband. I'd like to have him back when you are done with him."

Lynn said, "I'll send him over. He's shot. I got everything out of him that I could. Will you send Greg back home."

My wife, Kaye said, "Yeah. He's done too. I think I broke his dick. It won't stand up anymore."

I wandered back home, wearing only my Santa pants, passing Greg as he went home to his wife.

My wife, Kaye was waiting for me in bed. She was naked, glowing with sweat and arousal. Her hair was matted and her pussy was wet from her and Greg's combined juices.

She welcomed me with her legs spread. Her cunt was swollen and his cum dripped out of her.

"Come fuck me, baby."

I climbed in and slid between her legs. I was hard again. Seeing my just-fucked wife was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

She said, "Santa's already been here."

"I can see that."

She said, "He ate my cookie."

"What else did he do?"

"He put his north pole in me and fucked me."

"Were you a good girl for him?"

"I must've been. He came inside me two times."

I slid my cock into my wife's sloppy snatch. It was very different, fucking her through the slippery combination of his and her cum that filled her vagina. Realizing that I was having my wife after another man, getting sloppy seconds, was really arousing. It didn't take me long to dump another load of semen into my wife's thoroughly fucked cunt.

The next morning, Kat and I were exchanging gifts when she said she had one more special gift for me.

"What is the gift?" I asked.

See kissed me and said, "A baby. I'm pregnant."

I paused to think. Did she get pregnant with Greg?

She allayed my fears, "I found out last week. You made a baby inside me."

That's a relief to know. She scared the shit out of me for a minute, but then I was ecstatic.

We kissed and damned if my dick didn't get hard again. I fucked her under the Xmas tree. I couldn't help but reflect on how her pussy felt compared to Lynn's. I liked it better.

I'm wondering about Lynn, though. I did her bareback. I wonder if she's taking the pill too. Maybe having Santa come up her chimney was just part of her Xmas wish.

Happy Xmas to all and to all a good night.