Page 20 of A Very Fumbling Merry Christmas

“Jesus, Faith.” I wanted to get her a little hot under the collar, but this—her fantasy—is so much hotter than I could’ve imagined. “Would you taste her, Faith?”

She nestles her head against my chest, shyly avoiding the question. It would never happen in real life, and I know she’s just saying all this to get a rise out of me—literally a rise out of my cock—but part of me wants to know how her fantasy plays out.

“Maybe.” Her voice is small, a breathy whisper. I lift her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes.

“You don’t need to be shy with me, Faith. You’re my wife, and whatever you fantasize, I want to know.”

“Is it weird, though?”

“No. If you wanted to act on it, I’d have a problem. I won’t share you with anyone, male or female. But if something turns you on, then I want to hear it. Talk dirty to me, love.”

“Not here. Not in a room full of people.”

“Then, I guess I’ll have to find us a quiet corner at some point this evening.”

A voice cuts through the music, requesting that everyone take their seats to welcome the benefactor of this evening. Faith makes a move toward where Coop and Zee are already seated, but I stop her in her tracks, leaning in so only she can hear.

“You didn’t answer the question.” I wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her against me, letting her feel how much she’s turning me on right now. “Would you taste her?”

“Yes.” It escapes her in a hushed confession, a fantasy that will never be realized. I wouldn’t let anyone touch Faith, not even her best friend. It doesn’t stop my cock from becoming hard as a rock at the idea of her being turned on by a woman.

As we take our seats, my wife is blushing, and I know she’s pressing her thighs together under all those layers of dress. She’s wet for me, and right now, there’s nothing I can do to alleviate the ache for either of us.

“What’s up with you?” Zee looks to Faith with a sly grin. She’s up to something.

“I’m fine. Just hot in this dress. I think there’s more material in this thing than everything in my closet put together.”

“I hear you. I’m about to burst out of this. My breasts look freaking amazing in this dress. Look at them. Bangin’, right?”

Faith doesn’t speak, her body jolting slightly before she slams her hands down on the table, drawing attention from the other people at our table.

“Oh God!” There was a sultry tone to her voice. I had no idea she was this turned on. She looks like she’s about to climax if Zee mentions her breasts again.

“Are you okay, love?” I slink my arm around her waist, pulling her and her chair close to my side.

“I’m fine. I just…” She thinks better about whatever she was about to say, her brow furrowed as she grips the edge of the table.

“Are you sick?”

“No!” Her breath is ragged as she busies herself smoothing out the abundant layers of her dress.

“Okay. No need to snap at me. You just seem out of sorts. This isn’t about what we were just talking about, is it? I was just kidding around with you. It was harmless.”

“I know, I know… oh God, yes… I know. Stop!”

“Stop what?”

She looks across the table at Coop and Zee. “I don’t know. Just stop.” They both look bewildered, but I have a feeling one of them is faking it. This has Secret Santa written all over it.

“Faith, what the heck is going on?”

“I can’t tell you. I thought it was from you. By the look on your… face…” She stops for a moment, biting down on her lip, her eyes shut tight. “It wasn’t you.”

I’m about to lay into Coop and Zee for whatever they have done to her, but I’m interrupted by an unwelcome voice behind me.

“Hunter, darling, I’m so glad you’re here.” I stand from my seat to greet her.

“Hello, Mother.” She’s giving me air kisses like a fucking moron elitist. I can’t even begin to convey my distaste for her fake niceties.

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