Chapter 1 - The Night Before Christmas

The Night Before Christmas
 
So it's Christmas Eve now, right?  It was getting late in the evening, and I texted Sandy.  I know, she was right there in the same room as me, but so was my wife.  So I text her and tell her to meet me by the Christmas tree at 1am.  What does she respond?  "No."

No?  That's it?  So I said, "Yes.  You know you want more.  Be there."  Then I put my phone away.

It wasn't long until we all went to bed.  The clock rolled around until 1am, when I quietly got up.  Not a peep out of my wife, Delilah, so I figured I was good to go.  Sandy had never responded to my text, but I headed downstairs anyway.  I just stood there by the Christmas tree feeling some kind of way: hopeful, impatient, annoyed, foolish, everything.  Then finally, I heard someone on the stairs and Sandy appeared.

She frowned at me and asked, "Well, what do you want?"

I just laughed.  "C'mon, are you serious?"  I asked her.  "You know why we're here, or else you wouldn't have come."  I eyed her up and down.  She was wearing the same red and black, flannel shirt.  Her night shirt, I guess.  You know, the kind that hangs down at the front and back so you can tuck it?  So I couldn't tell if she had any panties on, but from the exposed, creamy thighs I could see at the sides, she definitely didn't have any other bottoms.  "You wouldn't be wearing that again, either."  I added.

She mumbled something and fingered the hem of her shirt as she looked nervously around the room.  To be honest, it was kind of amusing.  I stepped closer and laid my hand on her hip.  "C'mon."  I said to her.  "Last night was amazing.  Let's have some more fun."

She tried to protest very unconvincingly.  "Oh no, we shouldn't.  It's not right."  Something to that effect anyway.  I just lifted up the hem of her shirt; no panties.  She was quiet then and just gave me this little embarrassed smile.  "You came prepared."  I observed gently.  "Let's open this up too."

After that, I slowly unbuttoned her shirt.  I can't believe my fingers weren't shaking; I was pretty charged up.  Deep, sensual cleavage popped out.  Then her breasts slowly revealed.  They were surprisingly full and firm for a woman in her 40's; definitely no disappointment there.  I practically drooled when I reached up to cup them.  I gently massaged each nipple with my thumbs until they perked up to attention.

Sandy finally spoke up again and asked if it was just the two of us.  Oh no, not by a long shot, but I didn't answer.  I just made a low whistle.  It wasn't 30 seconds before we both heard the clicking of claws on the stairs.  I swear I felt a little shiver run through her.

Barnie appeared in the living room a moment later, followed closely by Rosco.  They both came over and sniffed around our feet and legs.  It seemed like Sandy eyed them with apprehension, but I knew she was down.  I reached forward and ran my finger along her soft crevice.  That made her gasp, but my finger came away glistening.  Yep, definitely ready.  In fact, she retaliated by grabbing my junk and rubbing my balls through the thin boxers.  My half chub went to full throttle in seconds.

It was definitely time to get rid of the boxers, so I dropped them and placed her hand back on my hardened rod.  She gave it a few skillful strokes and I couldn't help but exclaim, "Man, I want to fuck you too!"  She just smiled coquettishly, but then a thought hit me.  "Have you ever had anal?"  I asked her.

She hesitated, but then nodded.

"You're gonna ride me.  On the floor."  I told her.

She told me I had better get down there then.

So I went to lie down on the carpet, but on the way down you know I just couldn't resist.  I caressed her camel toe again before spreading the thick labia with my fingertips.  Then I leaned forward and gave her pussy a good lap; probing it deep with my tongue.  She murmured and ran her fingers through my hair, so I gave it a few more for good measure.  Then I lay back on the floor.

She straddled me and I admired her tits swaying inside her open shirt as she settled down.  She sure didn't need any coaching now.  She reached under herself quick and grabbed my cock.  It drove me crazy the way she rubbed the head up and down her hidden valley.  Believe me, it was dripping wet too.  Finally, she eased it into her pussy and sat down fully onto me.

Oh, it felt so good buried inside her.  Sandy started rocking back and forth; impaling herself on my dick again and again.  If Rosco had not been standing just a few feet away, I might have actually forgotten the real show!  Lucky dog.  Lucky us!  I saw him and waived him closer.

"Come here, boy."  I patted Sandy's hip as the Dalmatian approached.  "Rosco, come on."  Rosco sniffed at Sandy's side, hip, and back.  I think he was probly unsettled by Sandy's movements as she ground her pussy on my cock.

"Come on, Rosco."  I encouraged him as I motioned and patted Sandy's ass.  "C'mon."

Rosco finally moved behind Sandy and I could hear him shuffling and moving.  "Lean down."  I told Sandy, and pulled her down on top of me.  That was all it took.  When Sandy's breasts pressed against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her back, Rosco lunged up above us.  I saw his head appear over Sandy's shoulders and felt his hind paws dancing and sliding against my legs.

When that happened, Sandy groaned in my ear and I felt her body tensing.  Her pussy squeezed my cock gloriously, but I whispered to her to relax.  I asked her, “Is he in?”

“No, he’s . . .” She started to say, then squealed and lurched against me.  I pulled her back down onto my cock as her fingers clinched on my shoulders.  Her nails dug into me, but I barely noticed at the time.  I could already feel Rosco buffeting Sandy’s body on top of me.

Sandy had gone rigid.  Her whole body strained as the Dalmatian fucked her ass.  There was no way I was about to be left out of that party though.  My cock was already buried deep in Sandy’s pussy, so I bucked my hips upward to clear and inch, then started fucking her from beneath.  Her moans increased and she bit my ear hard.  With Rosco and I both fucking her, it only took a few moments before I felt my mother in law’s whole body start to shake.  She released my ear; gasping for breath as she came hard.  She shook and shook until I noticed Rosco had slowed his frantic humping.  I did the same; savoring the moment.

Finally, Sandy’s body seemed to relax a bit and her pussy loosened its tight grip on my cock.  I just slowly continued to fuck her.  “Did Rosco cum in your ass?”  I whispered in her ear.

She nodded weakly against my neck.

“Did you like that?”  I prodded.  “My cock in your pussy and a dog fucking your ass?  Shooting his load up your ass?”

She nodded silently against my neck again.

Rosco, being the dog that he is, apparently was not into savoring things.  Suddenly his head disappeared from behind Sandy’s shoulder and she squealed and flinched again.  Then Rosco was gone.  I heard his claws clicking against the hardwood and turned to see him waddle away; swollen red cock bobbing between his legs.

“That little asshole.”  Sandy had muttered as she sighed and settled herself back onto me.

“You know that was just act one?”  I reminded her.

Sandy hadn’t said anything else.  She just groaned and leaned forward against me again.  I called quietly to Barnie.  A second later, I heard claws on hardwood again.  The big, black lab appeared in front of the Christmas tree beside us, and then circled around behind Sandy.  Even after watching him go, it was a shock when I felt his breath and then tongue against my balls and the base of my cock.  Sandy gave a little purr of excitement.  Then . . .

“OH no!  YOU’RE not going to cheat on me too!”

I know, you’re probably like, what?  Who’s that?  For a second, I was thinking that too.  Then I realized it was my wife!  Delilah came marching across the living room from the stairway; long, wavy, red hair bouncing behind her.  I froze.  Sandy froze.  Everyone but Barnie froze.  He came hurrying out from behind Sandy; tail wagging.

Man, I was shocked.  Maybe it was the tension in my body from that, but I almost blew my load right then and there.  In my head, I was freaking out.  I was saying to myself, "No no no, you can't cum in her mom right in front of her!  Stop!"  Turned out, you know, it didn't matter, but I didn't know that then.  Well, I guess you don't know that yet either.  Anyway, let me continue.

So my wife stops right there in the middle of the living room, just a few feet away, and pets Barnie while he wiggles in front of her.  She was just wearing this razor-back tank top and some pink and blue polkadot panties.  "You're momma's boy, aren't you?"  She told him.  "I've got what you want."

Then Delilah grabbed a pillow off the couch and dropped it on the floor.  She sat down on top of it and lay back with the pillow under her plump, very curvaceous booty.  Sandy and I just watched her.  Still frozen.  Still speechless.  We watched as Barnie moved between her legs as soon as she was settled.  He quickly started lapping at the crotch of her panties.
  
After a moment, Delilah reached down and pushed his muzzle away.  Barnie drew back and snorted, then gingerly stepped forward to straddle her body.  As he did so, Delilah pulled her polkadot panties to the side, exposing her pussy.  I only saw it for a second, but I swear it glistened in the glow of the Christmas tree lights.  Then Barnie's hip blocked the view and I looked up at my wife's face.  She draped one arm over Barnie's furry neck and turned to look right back at me just as the dog started thrusting.

Now you would think seeing my dog burying his bone in my wife would be really weird, right?  Maybe upsetting?  All I could think was god, yes!  Every thought of consequences, or weirdness, or awkwardness, or questions just seemed to fly right back out of my mind as soon as it entered.  None of that seemed to matter.  My breath caught in my throat when I looked into Delilah's eyes as Barnie fucked her.  He gripped her sides with his forepaws as he drove his cock in as deep as he could.  God he must have really been deep too; screwing her missionary like that. My own cock throbbed inside Sandy, watching them like that.

The spell finally seemed to break and Sandy sat up on top of me.  She started to say something to Delilah, but I rolled us both over on the floor; pinning her beneath me.  Once I was on top, oh man, I started pounding the hell out of Sandy's wet pussy.  I don't know what she had intended to say to Delilah, but all that came out now was "Oh, oh, god!"

I looked right back over to Delilah and saw her watching me fuck Sandy even as Barnie continued rutting between her spread thighs.  The happy dog was really giving it to her good; slamming his cock home over and over.  I could even hear Delilah’s pussy slurping wetly against the dog’s thick cock.  It looked like she was moving her hips, trying to meet Barnie's thrusts, but the dog was too fast.  He kept plowing her as hard as he could.

I couldn't take any more.  I was about to cum when I noticed Sandy was bucking beneath me.  When I turned my attention back to her though, I realized she was not trying to get away.  She was cumming again.  Her hands were clutching at my shoulders and her pussy clutching at my cock as I forcefully fucked her.

That was it.  I whipped my head back up to lock eyes with my wife, then drove my cock into Sandy to the hilt.  I groaned and exploded deep inside her.  Man, I came so hard.  I could feel my cock pulsing again and again; spurting away.   It felt like I must have pumped a gallon of cum into her after all that playing.  As I came, I could see the strain in Delilah’s face that told me she was close too.  Almost immediately, her eyes broke away and she wrapped both arms around Barnie; burying her face in the fur of his neck.  Barnie paid no attention to Delilah moaning and shaking beneath him.  His gaze remained straight ahead as he fucked her mercilessly.

Delilah’s orgasm began to ebb, but then seemed to redouble as Barnie must have started to cum in her too.  His humping slowed as I guess he focused on pumping his seed deep into her even as she writhed beneath him.  Finally he came to a full stop and just rested atop Delilah’s stomach and breasts.  I looked back down to Sandy beneath me.  She seemed exhausted.  I slipped my deflated cock from her pussy and got to my knees.  My cum started to drip from her pussy to the floor.  Barnie's head lolled around to look at me; just panting happily.  His cock was still buried furry balls deep in Delilah.  All I could say was "Well . . . Merry Christmas, everyone."





