Page 123 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Her entire body shivered and, glancing at her pussy, I could see that she was wet.

Gathering some of that moisture, I brought it up to her second hole. No sooner had the tip of my thumb breached the inside of her behind than she clamped down on me.

“Hey,” I chastised, giving her a light spank with my other hand. “None of that right now.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

I brought more of her juices up to her back hole, but I wanted to make sure that she had enough. Popping open the bottle of lube, I coated two fingers and pushed them inside of her.

She gasped as I finger-fucked her a couple of times.

Finally, I pulled my digits out, coated the medium-sized, bright green butt plug I had brought out, and slowly pushed it inside of her.

“Sir, this is too much,” she whimpered as I pushed the toy past her inner muscles.

“You can do this, baby. This plug is smaller than I am and you’ve taken me before. It’s almost in.”

I pushed the last bit of it in and kissed each of her cheeks.

“You did so well, honey. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Now, it’s time to get dressed. You may put your panties back on. We don’t want to be too kinky going to church today.”

She turned around, looking at me with her mouth wide open.

I waited for her to speak.

“But Sir, I’m dying to come. Please don’t leave me like this.”

Walking over to the side of the bed, I took her hand. “You aren’t alone, Chloe. I’m just as aroused as you are right now.” Taking her hand, I placed it over my hard shaft. “Trust me, when we finally get home, both our orgasms will be that much stronger because we waited.”

My poor wife looked like she was about to cry. She hated orgasm denial, but I knew it would be worth it in the end.

Finally, she muttered, “All right.”

Leaning forward, I placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“There’s no need to look like I kicked your new puppy. I promise we’ll have fun later, but in the meantime, you better get ready or else we’ll be late and you’ll have to explain why we were to our parents.”

Her eyes almost bulged out of her face as she dashed off the bed acting like Lucifer himself was on her heels, cracking a fiery whip to get her to move faster.

With a smile on my face, I headed back into the closet to pick out some nice clothes to wear. I really hoped that the rest of the day went fast because I couldn’t wait to come home and fuck my wife.

Chapter Nine

“Phew! I never thought we were going to get out of there,” I said, as I carried the boxes of leftovers that my mother had given me from the party into the house.

“I didn’t think it went all that slow,” Drew chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm. I knew that he was joking. As much as I loved seeing all our families, I was anxious to get home. Today had been a long day and I was tired. More important though, the plug in my ass was driving me insane.

All throughout church and then dinner with our families, whenever I shifted in my chair, my attention was drawn to what lay snuggled in my ass. A couple of times I almost went up to him to beg him to take it out, but had decided against it each time, not wanting to wreck his plan for later.

We walked into the kitchen, and I put the leftovers away. When I turned, he was leaning against the wall.

We stared at each other for a moment. I finally broke the silence, asking, “Want to come upstairs with me?”

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