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The Christmas Lingerie by Mark Farley
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The Christmas Lingerie by Mark Farley
David buzzed my phone as I left Selfridges. I was fully intending on heading towards the tube station until he offered something quite salacious that we hadn’t done for a while.
“Where are you?” he asked me.
“Just near Bond Street. I’m just heading back my way.”
“Well, I’m near you actually. Just near Oxford Circus.” I informed.
“What are you doing there? I thought you were working today.”
“I was, I got out early and wanted to come and get us tickets to the show.”
“Oh, honey. I told you I might have been able to get us some free ones.”
“It’s okay, I wanted to treat us. They are great seats, besides…”
“You’re very kind.”
I paced the doorway of the tube station, as I avoided the people exiting.
“Anyway, I was hoping to catch you while you were in a department store still.”
“Why’s that?” I said, grinning to myself, already aware of what he was thinking.
“Fancy having a play somewhere? I thought the changing rooms in Selfridges that time were quite convenient.”
He was referring to the time in the Summer we had gone looking for a gift for his wife’s birthday and ending up screwing in a particular concession’s facilities. I’d left him quite innocently floating around some high end gadgets company like Bang & Olufsen or similar, dreaming about what he could possibly afford if his company made budget this year while I snuck into a dressing room with one of that season’s must have’s that I knew wouldn’t fit me but I was dying to try on and prove myself wrong. What followed was half an hour’s heavy petting and hushed giggles as he fed his cock into my mouth.
“No,” I pleaded, as I walked into The Body Shop, in order to get away from the din of the street. “I can’t see you.”
“Why ever not?” he sulked.
I explained to him that had just bought him his present and not just that, I had also successfully managed to kill two birds with one stone and find something for Kelly’s stocking at the same place.
I’ve been seeing David and Kelly for a few years now. We met quite innocently on a message board online for the show ‘Pop Idol’, when we came to blows over the merits of the eventual winner, Will Young, who then went onto some degree of success. My unflinching faith for the young artist from the very early stages impressed the couple over a long period of time, through in which we sparked up a friendship that spilled out from the online ether and (initially and quite innocently) into a bar in Shepherd’s Bush. As the wine flowed and they caught me looking at their wandering hands underneath their side of the corner booth, mutual smiles and glances crossed our faces and the next thing we knew, we were heading back to their flat for coffee.
About three years ago, I turned up, one November evening, with three red felt stockings from a pound shop in Bayswater and instructed to both of them that they must (if you’ll pardon the pun), fill them. And fill them we do. Not with the conventionalities of tradition. I mean, this is hardly a traditional friendship, is it? No, we stay away from the usual small items of cute hilarity or momentary indulgence and instead fill them with naughty gifts we can use on each other.
With our collective loyalties to extended family, we miss the day’s festivities and re-runs of Morecambe and Wise and tend to meet on Christmas Eve instead. This night also means one other thing. The Christmas lingerie. I love the Christmas lingerie and always look forward to any opportunity to get it out over the holidays. Admittedly, this really only consists of a lot of red and white but we do like to make an effort and dress up. We fashioned our own a couple of years ago when we went out looking for something suitable and surprisingly couldn’t find anything. So instead, we ended up taking the red sets of basques and stockings on display for Kelly to sew on white, fuzzy cotton wool on our bosoms and stocking tops and green felt holly leaves on the body of the basques. We always round them off with little red heels, throw some tinsel around our necks (colour absolutely optional) and get some of those 50p Santa hats from the local supermarkets.
We both jumped on the bed and cavorted for our lover who wasn’t at all immune from the dress up. He got a Santa hat and a festive Rudolph thong in the deal too. That’s only fair, isn’t it? We like the idea of dressing him up as an elf or something, but he looks so great in a tight leather thong and a Santa hat, who would really want to mess with something that’s already near perfect.
“I’m telling you, you can’t.” I plead into the phone. “I’m not having you seeing or at least guessing what I have got you both.”
“All I am bothered about is unwrapping you anyway, you know that, right?” he pleaded as he wandered the same as I.
“Aww, Thanks babe. I’m still not meeting you.”
“Shit,” he laughs, finally thwarted. “I’ll see you at home then.”
I get delicious thoughts on the tube ride home about last Christmas Eve. We each unwrapped our sexy gifts on the bed in David and Kelly’s room after a nice soak in the bath, which fits more than three (well, at a squeeze but nobody has complained yet). He got his wife a new rabbit (she’s broken two this year) and me a new strap on (which also doesn’t last the year when you use it a couple of nights a week). Kelly bought us both some new sexy fiction and I bought us all a naughty board game to play together (up to six players!!). Typically, David was eager to see what the board game was all about and flicked through the instruction booklet straight away, just as I anticipated, completely ignoring his wife adjusting the buckles of the fake appendage, stuck out proudly in front of me.
She took me in her arms from behind when I was done. I sank back into her chest and purred. She reached around and grabbed hold of the rubber cock attached to me and rubbed her hand up and down it.
“Is this for me then?” she giggled.
“If you play your cards right…” I teased her.
I bent down as she remained behind me, rubbing her hand into my crack. I disturbed all of the little pieces and question cards David had begun to shuffle through avidly and mounted his crossed knees to balance myself as I nuzzled and bit into his thick shoulder.
Kelly pulled down my favourite black and red French knickers and rubbed at my slit with her hand as she placed her light wet marks on the small of my back, covering the ink at the base of my spine and crawled up the bed so we could both indulge our lover with gorging, open mouthed kisses between the three of us. We giggled and whispered to each other and pulled the festive adornment down over our hunk’s eyes and pushed him back onto the bed so we can cover his lovely chest and stomach with nibbles and kisses. Mistletoe is optional at this point, of course.
David grinned as he put his hands behind his back and kicked back in the delight that is the double blowjob we then treat him to. Kelly concentrated on massaging his shaved balls and licking at his arsehole while I licked his shaft and sucked the lovely uncircumcised head, with his wife occasionally joining me on and sharing the occasional cock-filled, slurping snog.
As we both glanced each other, I pushed a finger to my lips as I wanked him with my other and pointed Kelly towards his top half. She nodded and walked on all fours up the bed, cocking a leg over his face.
I continued with his huge member which I swear grew another inch as she inched down and ground onto his face with her sopping lips, wet from my fingering as she purposely lay her body towards me, minutes earlier.
She gripped his chest and rode her hips back and forth. She leaned back and shouted down filthy and offensive things, as she dug her nails into his belly and scratched up towards her crotch in orgasm. She righted herself and ordered her husband to tongue her arsehole. She sank one of her own fingers in there and freed up the tense grip of her muscles. The light, soft touch of his tongue on her entrance probably did the trick, I imagine.
I love watching them make love like this, when Kelly is so removed and entranced. It’s times like this I can just lay back and watch with both pride and arousal. The intimacy of their union and my welcome serenity within their bond is surely lifeless and definitely transcending of our previous collective embrace. It’s surely a sign of this that I now spend as many nights as I can get away with.
Seeing where this was going, I reached down to my bag of tricks and hunted for lube. With David’s thick nine inches pointing up to the sky and the rival between my own legs, I opted for a little sword play with Kelly. Him with his cock and her reaching for his tool, playing and fighting with me. This was too funny and eventually she climbed off him and turned around to get down to serious fucking. She begged me for a kissed before she sunk her slit onto her husband’s penis. She panted and gasped into my mouth as she sank further. I reached down for her clit and whispered into her ear.
“You want me to fuck you with this, huh?” referring to the manufactured appendage.
This year though, the parents who normally hold up and prevent proceedings are off skiing in Canada this year, so I get to visit David and Kelly and help them stuff their turkey, if you will.
The Christmas Lingerie by Mark Farley
David buzzed my phone as I left Selfridges. I was fully intending on heading towards the tube station until he offered something quite salacious that we hadn’t done for a while.
“Where are you?” he asked me.
“Just near Bond Street. I’m just heading back my way.”
“Well, I’m near you actually. Just near Oxford Circus.” I informed.
“What are you doing there? I thought you were working today.”
“I was, I got out early and wanted to come and get us tickets to the show.”
“Oh, honey. I told you I might have been able to get us some free ones.”
“It’s okay, I wanted to treat us. They are great seats, besides…”
“You’re very kind.”
I paced the doorway of the tube station, as I avoided the people exiting.
“Anyway, I was hoping to catch you while you were in a department store still.”
“Why’s that?” I said, grinning to myself, already aware of what he was thinking.
“Fancy having a play somewhere? I thought the changing rooms in Selfridges that time were quite convenient.”
He was referring to the time in the Summer we had gone looking for a gift for his wife’s birthday and ending up screwing in a particular concession’s facilities. I’d left him quite innocently floating around some high end gadgets company like Bang & Olufsen or similar, dreaming about what he could possibly afford if his company made budget this year while I snuck into a dressing room with one of that season’s must have’s that I knew wouldn’t fit me but I was dying to try on and prove myself wrong. What followed was half an hour’s heavy petting and hushed giggles as he fed his cock into my mouth.
“No,” I pleaded, as I walked into The Body Shop, in order to get away from the din of the street. “I can’t see you.”
“Why ever not?” he sulked.
I explained to him that had just bought him his present and not just that, I had also successfully managed to kill two birds with one stone and find something for Kelly’s stocking at the same place.
I’ve been seeing David and Kelly for a few years now. We met quite innocently on a message board online for the show ‘Pop Idol’, when we came to blows over the merits of the eventual winner, Will Young, who then went onto some degree of success. My unflinching faith for the young artist from the very early stages impressed the couple over a long period of time, through in which we sparked up a friendship that spilled out from the online ether and (initially and quite innocently) into a bar in Shepherd’s Bush. As the wine flowed and they caught me looking at their wandering hands underneath their side of the corner booth, mutual smiles and glances crossed our faces and the next thing we knew, we were heading back to their flat for coffee.
About three years ago, I turned up, one November evening, with three red felt stockings from a pound shop in Bayswater and instructed to both of them that they must (if you’ll pardon the pun), fill them. And fill them we do. Not with the conventionalities of tradition. I mean, this is hardly a traditional friendship, is it? No, we stay away from the usual small items of cute hilarity or momentary indulgence and instead fill them with naughty gifts we can use on each other.
With our collective loyalties to extended family, we miss the day’s festivities and re-runs of Morecambe and Wise and tend to meet on Christmas Eve instead. This night also means one other thing. The Christmas lingerie. I love the Christmas lingerie and always look forward to any opportunity to get it out over the holidays. Admittedly, this really only consists of a lot of red and white but we do like to make an effort and dress up. We fashioned our own a couple of years ago when we went out looking for something suitable and surprisingly couldn’t find anything. So instead, we ended up taking the red sets of basques and stockings on display for Kelly to sew on white, fuzzy cotton wool on our bosoms and stocking tops and green felt holly leaves on the body of the basques. We always round them off with little red heels, throw some tinsel around our necks (colour absolutely optional) and get some of those 50p Santa hats from the local supermarkets.
We both jumped on the bed and cavorted for our lover who wasn’t at all immune from the dress up. He got a Santa hat and a festive Rudolph thong in the deal too. That’s only fair, isn’t it? We like the idea of dressing him up as an elf or something, but he looks so great in a tight leather thong and a Santa hat, who would really want to mess with something that’s already near perfect.
“I’m telling you, you can’t.” I plead into the phone. “I’m not having you seeing or at least guessing what I have got you both.”
“All I am bothered about is unwrapping you anyway, you know that, right?” he pleaded as he wandered the same as I.
“Aww, Thanks babe. I’m still not meeting you.”
“Shit,” he laughs, finally thwarted. “I’ll see you at home then.”
I get delicious thoughts on the tube ride home about last Christmas Eve. We each unwrapped our sexy gifts on the bed in David and Kelly’s room after a nice soak in the bath, which fits more than three (well, at a squeeze but nobody has complained yet). He got his wife a new rabbit (she’s broken two this year) and me a new strap on (which also doesn’t last the year when you use it a couple of nights a week). Kelly bought us both some new sexy fiction and I bought us all a naughty board game to play together (up to six players!!). Typically, David was eager to see what the board game was all about and flicked through the instruction booklet straight away, just as I anticipated, completely ignoring his wife adjusting the buckles of the fake appendage, stuck out proudly in front of me.
She took me in her arms from behind when I was done. I sank back into her chest and purred. She reached around and grabbed hold of the rubber cock attached to me and rubbed her hand up and down it.
“Is this for me then?” she giggled.
“If you play your cards right…” I teased her.
I bent down as she remained behind me, rubbing her hand into my crack. I disturbed all of the little pieces and question cards David had begun to shuffle through avidly and mounted his crossed knees to balance myself as I nuzzled and bit into his thick shoulder.
Kelly pulled down my favourite black and red French knickers and rubbed at my slit with her hand as she placed her light wet marks on the small of my back, covering the ink at the base of my spine and crawled up the bed so we could both indulge our lover with gorging, open mouthed kisses between the three of us. We giggled and whispered to each other and pulled the festive adornment down over our hunk’s eyes and pushed him back onto the bed so we can cover his lovely chest and stomach with nibbles and kisses. Mistletoe is optional at this point, of course.
David grinned as he put his hands behind his back and kicked back in the delight that is the double blowjob we then treat him to. Kelly concentrated on massaging his shaved balls and licking at his arsehole while I licked his shaft and sucked the lovely uncircumcised head, with his wife occasionally joining me on and sharing the occasional cock-filled, slurping snog.
As we both glanced each other, I pushed a finger to my lips as I wanked him with my other and pointed Kelly towards his top half. She nodded and walked on all fours up the bed, cocking a leg over his face.
I continued with his huge member which I swear grew another inch as she inched down and ground onto his face with her sopping lips, wet from my fingering as she purposely lay her body towards me, minutes earlier.
She gripped his chest and rode her hips back and forth. She leaned back and shouted down filthy and offensive things, as she dug her nails into his belly and scratched up towards her crotch in orgasm. She righted herself and ordered her husband to tongue her arsehole. She sank one of her own fingers in there and freed up the tense grip of her muscles. The light, soft touch of his tongue on her entrance probably did the trick, I imagine.
I love watching them make love like this, when Kelly is so removed and entranced. It’s times like this I can just lay back and watch with both pride and arousal. The intimacy of their union and my welcome serenity within their bond is surely lifeless and definitely transcending of our previous collective embrace. It’s surely a sign of this that I now spend as many nights as I can get away with.
Seeing where this was going, I reached down to my bag of tricks and hunted for lube. With David’s thick nine inches pointing up to the sky and the rival between my own legs, I opted for a little sword play with Kelly. Him with his cock and her reaching for his tool, playing and fighting with me. This was too funny and eventually she climbed off him and turned around to get down to serious fucking. She begged me for a kissed before she sunk her slit onto her husband’s penis. She panted and gasped into my mouth as she sank further. I reached down for her clit and whispered into her ear.
“You want me to fuck you with this, huh?” referring to the manufactured appendage.
This year though, the parents who normally hold up and prevent proceedings are off skiing in Canada this year, so I get to visit David and Kelly and help them stuff their turkey, if you will.
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