Page 41 of Festive Flings

“Get his cock out.” “Jerk him off.” “Suck that dick and give us a cum shot.” “Ride him or let him fuck you doggy-style.”

Her soft, warm lips gently graze the underside of my shaft. She keeps going until she reaches my balls which she cups and gently caresses causing my dick to twitch all the more.

I open my eyes and look down at my beautiful wife with pride. “Suck me, sweetheart. Let my cock hit the back of your throat.” I hold her head in place as I start to thrust into her warm, inviting mouth.

Billie makes a big show of sucking me off. She moans and groans in all the right places, and the crowd loves her.

“Finger yourself while you blow him, kitty. Let us see if you can cum for us again.” The excitement builds rapidly within me as she fulfils every request put to her.

The time comes for the big finale. I am not as young as I once was, and it would take me too long to be ready to cum again, so Billie and I had previously agreed that she would suck me for a short time, but we would quickly move on to full sex to give the crowd what they all desire.

The cum shot. The crowd shouts for it. They want to see me pummel her and ride her ragged in every way, but what they want is to watch me blow my load all over her.

I fuck my wife while people watch; I fuck her in every position until I feel her quivering in my arms. “Shall I let her cum again, guys?” I look around; people are fucking in the audience, imitating what we are doing.

“I’d let her cum. She is such a good girl. She has been the best little kitty for us all. She deserves the reward. Make her cum for all of us. We would all love to fuck her until she cums.”

The man’s words catapult Billie over the edge. She pants and groans as she cums, and she seems to cum for the longest time. I pull out of her just when I think she has finished, but then she squirts. The crowd erupts in overexcitement. The ones that miss it beg for a description from the lucky few who saw it. I continue to stroke myself until I also cum all over her back and ass giving the interactive audience the cum shot they've been heckling for.

The crowd explodes into raptures. Many shout their thanks or hoot; some are too busy pleasuring themselves.

“That was great, Bilbo. Was it as good for you as it was for me?” I think she enjoyed it, but I want to hear the words directly from her.

“Best night ever, Jonty. That last orgasm was sensational.”

I cover her up in her robe and bring her sweet hot tea from the flask in my supply bag. There is a definite chill in the air now, and I don’t want her getting cold once the adrenaline wears off.

We talk to the crowd for a while before I insist on Billie needing time to change and warm back up. I carry her to the back seat while I tidy up the stage. When I get back to her, she is dressed once again, with a glow in her cheeks and a spark in her eyes.

“Do you want to go viewing the others, Bilbo, or are you done?” She kisses me and rubs my face.

“I’m more than happy to go now, Jonty. Nothing is going to top that, and I want to leave on a high.”

We wave goodbye to our fellow doggers. They made this the kinky and exhilarating experience that it was, and I will always respect and thank them for doing that.

~ Owen ~

I need today to go well; I need Jamie to see a potential future with me outside the bedroom. I am crapping myself because I have never really been around children, and I feel awkward and exposed. It’s not that I don’t like them, I’m just a bit lost with how to act with them.

Jamie is obviously an absolute natural when it comes to children. She told me she feels more like an older sister than an aunt to her sister's children because she lived with them when they were born and they are all really close as a family. It is evident from their interactions that they love one another deeply, and for the first time in my life, I get a glimpse of what the future could look like for me. Maybe children and the whole family thing wouldn’t be too bad after all. With Jamie by my side, everything seems like a possibility.

It helps that the children, Oscar and Chloe, are decent kids. Oscar asks me about my football team, and we hit it off over a game of FIFA on his games console. Once he starts talking about football, he doesn’t stop. He is obviously passionate about the sport and the game, too. It is a great sport for us to bond over even though hockey would be my first love. I have grown to love football since I moved to England twelve years ago. Jamie keeps looking over to us. She seems so happy as she plays with little Chloe.

“We have tickets for 4 p.m. at the ice rink, guys, so one more game, and then we best make a move so we don’t miss it. Are you excited, Chloe?” Chloe nods to Jamie as she clutches on to her Barbie Doll.

“Daddy said I could get a penguin so I don’t fall over, Jim-Jam,” she tells her aunt earnestly. I laugh when I hear Jamie tell her she’s getting a penguin, too.

“Oscar? What are they talking about?” I whisper to my new little sidekick, and he rolls his eyes as he explains that a penguin is a skating aid to stop people falling over on the ice.

“Can you skate, Oscar?” I ask him as we continue to battle against each other in the computer game.

“I’m okay. I don’t need a penguin; that would be so embarrassing! Chloe still needs a penguin but she’s younger than me. If Jim-Jam gets a penguin, I’m going to pretend I don’t even know her.” I laugh at his statement. “Can you skate, Owen?”

I used to play hockey when I was growing up in Canada. I haven’t been on the ice in years, but I know it’ll be like riding a bike. It’s a skill you never lose. “I’m okay, too. Don’t worry, mate, I don’t need a penguin either.”

We make our way in a black hackney cab to the Natural History Museum. It's not far from the house but Jamie wants to preserve all Chloe’s energy for ice skating, telling me, “She only has little legs.”

We continue to team up; I stay with Oscar, and Jamie helps Chloe. Both girls look cute in their knitted hats and fingerless gloves. They really could be sisters; the resemblance is that strong.

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