Couplings Christmas day swap

[rangeela]

Note - Not written by me. I have made slight changes.

I suppose I should explain certain things before I go any further.

I have been friends with the "Girls" since we attended State college over twenty-five years ago. In that time, we always kept in touch and never moved more than an hour away from each other even after we married and started raising families. As women tend to do, we talked about everything under the sun. Hence, when more than one of us started feeling that our sex life was at a standstill -- too vanilla is how Gina had put it back then -- we came up with idea of "Christmas amongst Friends."

I won't go into the specifics of how this decision was made because to be honest, it took a couple of years. And we only have been putting it into practice for three years now; this will be the fourth. We just all simply came to that point in our lives -- and marriages -- where we were ready for something new and different. We had enough trust and love in our husbands and each other, that we could actually feel safe in undertaking something of this nature. And the fact that our husbands not only like each other but consider themselves friends as well, only solidified our decision.

Essentially, the four of us couples no longer exchange gifts for Christmas. Now, we exchange spouses instead.

On Christmas morning we all privately open the little holiday envelope that we receive the night before at an elaborate Christmas Eve dinner. In this envelope is the name of a local pricey hotel -- four different hotels so that no one will run into another couple -- and a key to one of its honeymoon suites. We then say goodbye for the next 36 hours to our Everyday Loves, and race down to the hotel, not having a clue as to who will be waiting for us on the other side of that door.

After our time spent with our "Christmas present" -- of which at least some must be recorded, to prove that we actually participated -- we head back home and do not mention a word of it to anyone until the following week. Then on New Year's Eve, while everyone else is out bringing in the New Year, the four of us couples get together at one of our homes and watch the videos. We laugh and get embarrassed and we tease and of course, we get extremely aroused by everything we see.

And then after that, we don't mention it again. Except to your Everyday Love, you are not permitted to say a word to anyone else about it ever again.

I cannot even begin to describe the rush of pure adrenaline you feel from the moment you get that little envelope in your hand and feel the keycard sliding back and forth inside. It could be any one of my best girlfriend's husbands; or even more electrifying, one of my best girlfriends themselves! I get wet just writing this down and explaining it for you.

That first year, I must say, was one of the most exhilarating experiences in my life! The eight of us ate dinner at Karen and Spence's house; none of us acting all that much different than any other year when we all got together. That is, until the table was cleared and everyone was sitting in the family room watching the fire and sipping our drinks. It got very quiet all of a sudden and everyone was just looking at each other.

My husband Doug had his arm around me on the couch, pressing his fingers into my breast secretively, while I had my shoes off and my feet tucked under me as I snuggled into him. The others were in similar romantic poses, with Gina and Gary on the floor by the Christmas tree, lying in a very suggestive spoon position with him behind her stroking her long hair. Dana was on the loveseat with her ***** feet in Phil's lap while he gently massaged them and tried to make a point of not getting too excited -- as we all knew how laid back he was, except for when it came to feet. And Spencer was sitting on the floor right to the side of my husband and me, with his wife Karen sitting behind him on the couch, rubbing his shoulders and neck or kissing the top of his head from time to time.

"Well. I don't know about everyone else, but I'm ready for my present. And like, now!" Gina said, looking at no one in particular. Although I did see her reach back and touch her husband's smoothly shaved head immediately after.

We all laughed nervously and someone shouted over the din, "Way to get things moving, G!"

Karen got up and went back to their home office, returning a few moments later with a small box which she took over to the sofa table. She proceeded to lay out eight identical green envelopes with little red bows on them. All of us girls had examined them when we had arrived; all of us staring at them as if they were too taboo to even be in the same room with. Karen and I had gone and checked in at the four motels in advance and returned with the two sets of keys. And then we placed the keys and a hotel lobby card into each envelope and sealed them before the others arrived, making certain that no distinguishing marks could be seen.

So now, the way this would be done is to have each husband get up first and pick an envelope that he would give to his wife as her gift. I took my envelope from Doug and was surprised to see my hand shaking as I returned it to my lap. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, smiling and winking before settling down in his seat again. Now it was the wives' turn to return the favor. So the four of us went over to the table (Gina actually crawled on all fours in those tight slacks of hers, causing all of our husbands to stare) and grabbed the last of the envelopes before returning them to our men.

Doug just looked me in the eyes the whole time and then leaned on one side to stuff the envelope in his back pocket without even glancing at it. I hurried over to my purse by the door and slid mine into the zipper, all safe and sound while others hid their's away in similar fashion.

Well, after that, the evening was just a dud. None of us could concentrate and after finding ourselves staring off into space and just sipping our drinks for the longest time, we all decided to just head home.

Doug and I couldn't help it. We fucked like rabbits almost the moment we got in the door. It was fast and furious and noisier than I'd remembered us being in months. We took turns whispering the names of our friends in each other's ears as we moved beneath the sheets, laughing softly and sighing as we pictured not our Everyday Love but instead someone entirely new. I came when he whispered, "Spence is going to make you come all over his big cock," right in my ear. He had saved him for last, knowing me so well.

And after I realized he was watching me eagerly through my entire little shameful display, I tossed back at him, "Fucking Gina's tight little ass from behind now!" He tensed up and came so fast it was funny. He immediately apologized and looked down at me for reassurance. And I just smiled back at the face I'd loved for twenty-five years and squeezed him tight inside me. "Just don't forget about my hot little pussy, when you're in Gina's tight little ass...Husband."

Making love helped, because I don't know that I would have been able to sleep at all that night. And the next morning both of us seemed very subdued as we prepared for our little rendezvous. There was a lot of touching but not much talking as we took our showers in turn and then got dressed. We needed the reassurance that both of us were going to be OK with this no matter what.

"Please, don't be too disappointed, Sweetie," my husband said as he watched me spritzing my bare chest and neck with my favorite perfume this time, not his.

I looked at him in the mirror, understanding perfectly. I did have a secret thing for Spencer for quite some time and he had always been overly flirtatious with me over the years, long before this little Christmas thing had ever been dreamed of.

"There is very little that would disappoint me right now, I think. How about you?" I saw the look in his eyes go distant as he stared off into space with a smile. "I take that back. I think you should be the one worrying about not being disappointed!"

"Me?" he asked.

"Yes, you. I bet Dana and Karen are going through this exact same thing right now too. Gina and that little ass of hers last night. What a display that was!"

"Who says Gina is top of my list? She isn't the only one with a great ass, you know." He smacked my bottom, in only my French cut laced panties that I'd bought special for that day.

"Yes, Dear. You keep telling yourself that why don't you."

It took me much longer to get dressed than it did Doug, of course. He came back into the master bathroom probably ten times to just talk about things that didn't need to be talked about at all at the moment.

"Doug... Honey. You don't have to wait for me. For all we know, your present is already there wondering where you are."

The look on his face was priceless, as if he hadn't even thought of that.

"Well, I didn't want to just run off and leave you know... What if your car doesn't start or you slip going down the steps or something? I'd kill myself!"

I walked over and pushed back a loose strand of his hair on the side, the spot where it was turning a sexier gray each and every day.

"You go on now. I'll see you tomorrow, Love." He bent to kiss me on the lips but I turned my face and let him have my cheek instead. "Save it for Gina," I laughed.

There is no point in describing my clothes or the weather or the fact that my heart was pounding to the point of nauseum the closer I got to the Hilton, my ultimate destination. The lobby was deserted, with only one bored attendant behind the desk who didn't even look up as I made my way to the elevator. Stepping off on the 12th floor, I fingered the key-card that I had been gripping so hard that it was forging a crease in my fist.

Here goes nothing, I thought.

The room was still dark. I breathed a sigh of relief and went inside. It was a marvelous suite, with a tub that could easily fit six people; with two large shower heads angling toward the center from either side. There was mini bar and a king sized bed; a small sofa as well. I placed my purse on the sofa and then went back to hang up my coat and waited for my "present" to arrive.

It was going on 10:00 and I had been there for about ten minutes before I started to get antsy. I wondered what the other girls were doing. Wondering how they looked and what my present would want to see. On a whim, I hurried into the bathroom with the sexy long gown that I had bought and frantically changed into it before fixing my hair and face one last time and then heading back to the lounge chair in the corner. From this point, I could not see the door, which in fact would only heighten my senses when I did hear my present arrive.

It was scarcely five minutes later when I heard the door open gently, and then the loudest bump as something knocked hard against the wall. My heart was already pounding, but hearing a noise like that made me sit bolt upright and try to peer around the corner.

And that is what Gina's husband Gary, saw as he made his way to the center of the room and smiled at me from ear to ear. I burst out laughing I was so nervous, feeling my cheeks flush suddenly.

"I can't believe it's you!" I said, turning away from him and grinning.

"Yea, I think I have won the jackpot!" he said; his eyes sparkling.

Gary looked at me in that long silk gown, with a slit almost to my left hip, showing off what my husband said were the best set of legs he'd ever seen. And he made no effort to hide his pleasure in seeing me sitting there just like that, perched on the edge of the chair with my breasts barely confined and my left leg naked to the hip. There was certainly no look of disappointment in those eyes.

"Wow, Jules ... you look fantastic!"

I smiled nervously and just looked up at him standing there ten feet away from me. He was the only one that ever called me "Jules" and though it had been just a tease before that day, it suddenly made me feel that much more endeared to him. For his part, he looked like something out of a movie. And I mean a James Bond movie.

I had tried to dislike him years ago, partly because he was so good-looking and he was younger than the rest of us by seven or eight years. He was very athletic, and while none of us thought he was necessarily vain, he cared about the way he looked more than the rest of our husbands and so that didn't set well all the time. But then Gina was the same way. She was definitely the sexiest of the group, always going to the gym and eating healthy. It made us all positively sick! So it was no surprise that she had waited until 32 to marry a man only 25 at the time. None of us thought it would work, but then there they were thirteen years later and just as in love as the rest of us.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo of all things, with a crisp white shirt and his bowtie undone and hanging loosely around his neck. His black shoes were impeccably shined. As I mentioned before, his head was shaved, but somehow that just made his dark brown eyes even that much more prominent. He was very sexy, despite what I wanted to say about him. The thought that he was mine until we checked out the next morning made me tingle in very important spots.

He held out his hand as he came over to me, so I reached up nervously, still shying away as he looked down at my cleavage and made me turn before him. My ears burned and my pulse raced when he leaned down and kissed me gently on the cheek, holding his lips there for a good three or four moments and inhaling my scent.

"Beautiful," he whispered in my ear, before standing straight and just holding my hands in his.

"Now, let's see you do that little turn now too," I said. I was trying to sound bold, but it came out very weak mind you, almost pleading.

Gary smiled again and then slipped his jacket off, laying it neatly on one of the chairs and then slowly turned around in front of me. He had a very, very nice ass.

"Yum," I whispered.

He looked down at me and winked before taking my hand again.

"Well, Jules, you have any ideas of what we should do first?"

I thought for a moment, wondering if I should just be so bold as to say what I wanted. I decide, yes. "Well, it's kind of early for all that, but if you insist!" I laughed, sitting on the bed and then laying back with my arms stretched above my head seductively and legs kicking out in front of me. I loved the expression on his face as he looked down at me just laying there for him, while he pulled off his bow tie and tossed it to the chair to his left.

He bent down and without taking his eyes away from mine; he lifted my left leg and brought my foot all the way to the center of his chest where he started rubbing it gently but firmly. My leg was completely bare and had he glanced down he would certainly have seen the crotch of my panties clearly visible and possibly even wet, but he was a gentleman and instead just watched my face as he continued rubbing my foot.

"I have a better idea," he said, letting my foot fall gently to the floor.

"A better idea than what?" I asked, smiling with uncertainty.

Gary winked and then walked back over by the door. He emerged a moment later with the items that had obviously made all that ruckus when coming in. It was a folded up table and a large duffel bag.

TO BE CONTINUED

[rangeela]

"Is that what I think it is?" I sat up and looked at him unfolding the table in the roomiest part of the room, halfway between the large tub and the bed I was sitting upon.

"I'm not a professional or anything, but I've been learning for quite some time now." He looked back at me and smiled devilishly. "Been told I'm very good too, by the way."

I watched him curiously for the next few minutes as he laid a sheet over the table and then started retrieving small bottles of oil from the bag.

"Hmm, let's see..." he said holding up a bottle and looking over his shoulder at me. "Kukui nut?" I frowned and he quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Soothing Heat?" I smiled and raised my brows, but he just looked me up and down from head to toe before shaking his head again. He then rummaged through the bag a few moments and then I heard him sigh. "Patchouli Lime. You look like a Patchouli Lime to me."

"I do?" I asked with a laugh.

"Most definitely."

"But I kind of liked the sound of the heat one."

Gary turned toward me and held my hands while pulling me to my feet. "Don't worry about that. I have my own heat, Jules." I shivered when I heard him say that and turned away before he could see me turn a beet red. Instead of putting me on the table though, Gary led me over to the bathroom and gently pushed me inside. "We won't be in need of any clothes for this massage, Jules. But put a towel on if you're shy."

He smiled and then closed the door in front of me, leaving me to my thoughts. My nervousness was quickly turning to excitement as I removed the thin straps to my gown and let it fall to the floor around my feet. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror and seeing a forty-five year old woman that did not look too bad, except that little extra on my hips and thighs and tummy and... Oh never mind.

I wanted this whole experience. I had been dreaming about it since we had come up with the idea a year before. He obviously wanted me as well, or he wouldn't be doing this now.

What the hell, I said to myself. And I walked right out of the bathroom just like that.

Gary was sitting on the edge of the bed talking on the phone, but he faltered and his eyes widened when he saw me climb onto the massage table and lie down on my stomach before facing him.

"Why don't you make that two hours instead," he said. He hung up the phone, clearly having placed an order with room service, and then came back over to where I lay while rolling up his sleeves. My God, even his forearms were sexy.

I turned my head and closed my eyes so that anything he did would be a complete and utter surprise. For his part, Gina's husband was silent as he prepared his hands with the sweet scent of patchouli with a hint of lime and then suddenly pressed his fingers against my back.

He heard me inhale sharply and tense my muscles in surprise.

"Easy, Jules. This'll make it all better," he said in a throaty voice.

I lost track of time as his fingers worked and pushed and kneaded the knots in my back. I hadn't even known they were there! He worked his way upward first, to my neck and shoulders, avoiding touching me in anyway that actually would have been perceived as sexual at all. I fought to remember the two times in my life I had spent the afternoon at a spa and received massages. Those were both women, very good at what they did mind you, but nothing compared to the strength and sensual touch that Gina's husband had.

I groaned, almost in pain when I felt his fingers pressing hard into the small of my back, pushing against the muscles there and forcing them to mend to his will. He stopped at my panties a few minutes later, having pressed as far down my spine as he could without actually touching the lacey things. I secretly imagined that he would rip my panties off and go to work kneading my soft, pliant ass, but was not all that disappointed when I felt his hands on my thighs instead.

I felt oil being drizzled down one leg and then the other, yet it also seemed his hands never left my skin for even a moment. They pushed against my right calf firmly; twisting in different directions and causing me to gasp in surprise. I received that treatment all up and down both legs, in both directions until at last I felt his strong hands taking my foot between then and rubbing firmly.

I could have fallen asleep had it not been that I was keenly aware of why I was there in that hotel room and whom I was with. When I felt the oil hit my back and his hands instantly upon me again, I felt myself losing it entirely. Gary repeated that long process again, no doubt spending another twenty minutes massaging my now useless muscles from head to toe. For a moment, just a moment mind you, I thought I felt his lips pressed against the sole of one foot as he massaged me, but when I opened my eyes and looked back at him awkwardly, he was simply smiling back at me warmly.

Gary pressed his hand softly on my back again and I felt his lips against my ear. "Let's turn over now. That side's all done, Jules."

I swallowed hard and turned over without even a protest, keeping my eyes closed as I lay my head back against the soft rest. I knew that Gary was able to see my bare breasts now and that thought alone made me squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. My pussy throbbed as I opened my eyes and saw Gina's husband just about to drizzle more oil on my body, this time over my soft midriff instead. He was trying not to look at my breasts, as if savoring the moment and teasing himself until the time was forced upon him. But he had a very seductive smile as he placed his hands on my stomach and started rubbing me all over again.

It was tormenting. I found myself arching my chest up at him whenever he moved close, but he always somehow avoided touching me there outright. I made a point of looking into his face whenever he came close enough and saw that same knowing smile the whole time. He knew very well what he was doing to me. And he was enjoying every minute of it.

He retreated suddenly to my legs and feet and continued the process there; kneading and twisting and pushing against my skin. I glanced down my body to see him looking into my eyes across not only my breasts but also my mound and it made me short of breath.

This time when Gary moved back to my stomach again, he reached for the waist of my panties and slowly rolled them down my hips. I lifted for him, more than ready to reveal the rest of myself to his gaze. But then instead of massaging my pussy or sliding his fingers inside me he simply went back to the same maddening way of rubbing me everywhere but where I craved most.

He came back and stood beside me as he massaged my stomach and sides again, running his hands perilously close to my breasts which were just aching to be touched.

"Gary..." I finally whispered, not able to take much more.

He smiled down at me and his hands hovered over my breasts for a moment, as with some mystical magnetism he encouraged me to arch toward him. Then at last, I felt just the tips of his fingers drawing large circles all around my naked flesh there. I closed my eyes and held my breath as his fingers traced around the outside shape of my breasts and then, slowly, ever so slowly, the pattern began to shrink. It seemed to take forever for his fingers to reach the sensitive skin that surrounded my tight nipples. And when they finally did, he used only his palms to gently flatten them against my flesh. Gradually, his fingers on both hands enclosed around my nipples until at last, he had them captured between a finger and thumb firmly.

He squeezed. It was so sudden and I had been waiting so long for that moment that I came. My hand flew between my legs as I clamped my thighs tight and my body seemed to break into a million pieces.

Gary's lips were suddenly on top of mine; his mouth working slowly but forcefully over my own. I reached behind his head and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, surprised almost by the feel of his smooth shaven scalp. The realization that this was not my husband but Gina's husband made me insane for him.

But he only let me kiss for a minute at most. Gary pried his lips away from mine, causing me to whimper as I opened my eyes and saw him move to the end of the massage table and stand between my feet. I wantonly lifted one foot and placed it on the table, showing him how wet and ready I was for whatever he had planned.

And then, just like that, he was upon me.

Gary had sunk his face down between my legs and lifted them into the air so quickly that I was still catching my breath when the tip of his tongue first made contact with my moist flesh. I suddenly felt as if I were losing balance on that table and so I gripped the sides with both hands and lifted my face to look down at him.

It was different. So delightfully different after so many years with my husband. The sight of Gary's smooth head moving slowly between my legs and seeing those brown eyes looking into mine ... it was mind numbing! With shaking hands I reached down and placed them on his head, amazed at how warm and soft his skin was there. I was so used to pulling on Doug's hair when he did this that I felt suddenly lost, confused, delirious even.

Gina's husband had me crying out in ardent surprise within just minutes of when he'd begun; so worked up he had me after that heavenly massage. I came and I came, and then I came some more; all the while holding on to Gary's ears or pushing on the top of his head to get that tongue of his deeper inside me.

He allowed me to recover my senses just enough so that when I felt him kissing my thighs and smiling up at me, I had enough sense to smile back and start breathing again! Without saying a word, Gary stood up straight and then just watched me while he undressed.

Seeing the last of his clothes fall to the floor I suddenly felt like a man in a hardware store. I didn't know where to look or what to go after first! Gary was hard and he was big. Not quite as big as my husband mind you, but very gorgeous. And unlike my husband who was also carrying a few extra pounds that year, Gary was fit. All I can say is ... Yum!

He gently helped me off the table, holding me up steady as my muscles felt so stunned from the treatment over the last hour or so. And then, he led me over to the bed.

With one swift motion, still keeping one arm around me to hold me up, he reached down and threw the covers down enough for us to climb in. There was no more waiting, no more hesitation, no more teasing after that moment. My friend's husband was inside me moments after I'd spread my legs and felt him climb on top of me.

Oh my God, it was incredible! I can hardly describe the feelings coursing through my body as Gary made love to me, barely giving me time to get used to him on top of me before he set a gentle and steady pace. In and out, back and forth he sliced his way between my swollen lips and made me cry out in sweet surprise. We stared into each other's eyes at first, both of us fully aware that we were making love to someone other than our spouse for the first time in many, many years.

I pulled his head down and kissed him then, unable to tolerate that intense stare a moment longer. And Gary responded by thrusting into me at a more vigorous pace. Another small orgasm exploded through me again, surprising me with its brief intensity. But he didn't stop. He just kept working himself in and out, using his length in such a way that he felt so much bigger than he was.

When I felt his mouth on the side of my neck, marking me, I gasped and arched against him. I knew that Doug would surely see that spot tomorrow and the thought both frightened and excited me like no other! I came again; my pussy oozing its warmth around Gina's husband.

During the midst of crying out and climaxing, I felt Gary's teeth suddenly scraping over my nipple. I pulled him hard against me, shoving my breast into his mouth as I ground my hips against him. He sucked and chewed for a few moments and then went to my other one instead. My eyelids fluttered and I felt myself growing delirious from the constant pleasure overwhelming my senses.

It felt suddenly like the world had turned upside down, but when I focused on what had happened, I found that my legs had simply been thrown over Gary's shoulders, allowing him to take long deep strides inside my pussy. He felt huge in this position; reaching the depths of my hot flesh. He made love to me like that for the longest time; at times almost bending my body in two as he leaned forward to cover my mouth with his. We kissed and moaned as he pushed his entire weight against me; attempting to reach as far as he could inside me. And then he would pull away, gasping and looking down at me with such intense passion in his eyes. I reached up and ran my hands over his face and his shaved scalp, shuddering at this man that was bringing me to the brink yet again. I lowered my eyes and saw his muscles in his flat stomach and well defined chest flexing and tensing with every thrust. And then lower still, in that bent-double position, I could clearly see the cock that belonged to Gina disappearing between my legs over and over again.

Gary changed positions as his need was at last overtaking him; letting my right leg fall to the bed so that I could hook it around his hip, while the other he kept firmly on his shoulder and pounded into me. I heard myself moan and snaked my arms around his back, pulling him down closer and kissing him hard. My left leg was still in the air, pressed against his shoulder, perilously close to slipping off completely. But Gary didn't seem to care. He just kept groaning and then the occasional gasp that I was incredible and beautiful and all those other things I love to hear.

I know that it wasn't simply him being that good. It was more the taboo nature of what I was doing with my friend's husband with her permission; and this man being so different yet so giving in bed, just like my own husband. He had no problem at all just ripping my orgasms right out of me it seemed. And the longer he lasted, the more I came.

I was absolutely useless by the time he was finished. He at last flattened his body against me and released my leg; his cock jerking and pumping deep inside me, triggering yet another climax for me. I let my arms and legs flop on the bed loosely, too exhausted to even move. He kissed me then and whispered things that made me almost believe him. But then our bodies slowed to a crawl and finally I simply felt him inside me, hard and throbbing, and I fought to look up into his eyes.

"Jules," he groaned softly in my ear, his heart pounding against my chest. "That was everything I dreamed it would be."

I smiled weakly, too worn out to even talk. I kissed him instead and squeezed him tight inside me, letting him know I felt the same. I felt his lips at my ear again, nibbling there suggestively.

"Merry Christmas, Jules. And thank you for my present..."

I laughed at this. Him, thanking me like that. And I kissed him again. And amidst that kiss I found myself thinking of the weeks that had led up to that moment, and how this had indeed been everything I'd dreamed it to be. Spencer or not!

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As I thought of what my husband might be doing at that very moment and wanting to see him enjoy himself like his wife just had, a realization came to me.

"Shit!" I groaned and looked up at Gary with heavy eyes. "We forgot to tape ourselves!"

Gary just smiled and pressed his lips against my nose. "No, we didn't. That was just a warm up, Jules. Just a warm up."

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I hate to admit it, but this Christmas amongst Friends really ends up feeling more like a honeymoon than Christmas! We made love too many times to count and I came probably ten times more than that. We took two long showers together and a bath where we sat across from each other and discussed in great detail what our spouses might be doing - and with whom. We called room service a half dozen times, and we just enjoyed sharing moments between friends and now lovers that only the two of us could every truly understand.

And when we parted the next morning, there was no shame in what we had done; no guilt and no worries about hurt loved ones waiting outside. It was everything we'd dreamed it could be.

Doug was already there when I walked in the door and the two of us just hugged in the doorway for the longest time. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again; to smell him, to be so safe, so secure, just knowing I was "home." He did notice my mark, and then being the husband I knew so well, he lifted his shirt to show me the ones on his chest as well. And so for the next few minutes we shared as much as we dared to tell and showed us much as we were ready to reveal.

And that night, despite that I was sore and exhausted and satisfied beyond compare, I made love to my husband. No friends names, no thoughts of Gary and the hours before. Just me and my Everyday Love.

The next morning before breakfast I asked if he had been disappointed, or had his dream come true. Doug looked at me for a moment and then I saw that sly grin that I'd become so accustomed to over the years.

"You got Gina, didn't you? You dog, you!" I laughed.

"I never said that," he smiled back.

"You don't need to. I can see that look on your face. You haven't looked like that since... I can't remember!"

"If we are going by that, then I take it you got your big cock from Spence too..."

"I am not telling!" I giggled, slapping his hand away from my ass as I stood at the stove. I spun around and looked at him with crossed arms, still holding the spatula. "Just one thing, Darling Husband of mine ... Was it as tight as you thought it would be?"

Doug just laughed and refused to answer at first, but seeing that I was not backing down, and ready to burn our eggs he relented. To a point.

"Actually, it might have been tighter."

"Oh you, pig!" I said, laughing and throwing the roll of paper towels at his head.

That is how the week went. We laughed and we teased. And we went back to our lives, back to work, back to every day ups and downs. But at night ... Oh my! We had the most passionate sex I could remember in years! I am sure both of us were having flashbacks to Christmas Day, and would make little comments to get the other one going for a few minutes at a time. But mostly it was just us reconnecting on a level we never could have, had we not experienced what we had amongst friends.

For New Year's Eve we met at Gina and Gary's house. When I saw them, both of them, the thought occurred to me that if Doug had in fact been with Gina, then we had essentially just swapped our spouses for a night of spectacular sex. There hadn't even been the need for this elaborate "present" thing at all. Both of them greeted me and Doug just like normal when we came through the door and made no sign to the others that we were the ones they had spent Christmas with. It was actually rather fun, everyone sitting around having drinks and eating snacks while keeping our little secrets from each other until the night ran down.

It got to the point though, when the looks that everyone was exchanging all told the same thing. We were anxious to get the real party started. Leave it to Gina to break the ice again and get things moving.

"So who here hasn't been having mind blowing sex for the past six days?"

Everyone burst out laughing as we all looked at our spouses and then the others. Apparently, the effect from that last weekend was not unique to Doug and me.

"I say we go get those tapes and get down to business!" she added.

She didn't even wait for us to agree, she was already heading to the cabinet in the corner and pulling out a tape. The fact that she only pulled out one and handed it to Gary told me that the tape my husband had been keeping was certainly the two of them now. (All of us had been instructed to bring a cheap camcorder on that day, but only one in the "couple" was required to make a tape once we got to the room.)

The others retrieved their tapes -- Doug demurely retrieving his tape from my purse by the front door -- and then we all made our way downstairs to the media room. We were more cramped here; four of us crowding onto the couch and the other two couples sitting on large pillows on the floor.

"Who's going first?" Karen asked. No one spoke up, yet everyone tried their best not to look in any way anxious or excited.

"Well, since I don't have our tape, Gary can go first!" Gina said. She reached for her husband's tape, much to my horror, and I squeezed Doug's hand like a vice.

I felt him looking at me, but I am sure he simply thought it was me getting excited about what we were about to watch.

"Now, remember, no one get bent out of shape over this. If any of us do, I think it would be best to just turn the tape off and never do this Christmas thing ever again," Karen said from beside me in the center of the couch. "And I really don't want that to happen, so please just take a chill all!"

There was bit of nervous laughter all around, while I tried to catch my breath. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, but having never watched Doug and I having sex on tape, I was afraid of everything I might see! I didn't even look at Gary; too afraid that he would be looking at me already and make me more embarrassed than I already was.

The tape came on abruptly and there was Gary positioning the camera, completely nude, although you could only see his bare chest at the moment. The other girls, including Gina, all groaned at seeing his abs at the side as the screen focused on the bed after a few moments. I remembered how I had been in the bathroom and out of shot at the time. It was only after I had crawled across the bed on all fours, very lewdly that he had told me that the recording was on. This is precisely the scene that popped into view right after Gary had quickly hid himself under the sheets.

TO BE CONTINUED

[rangeela]

"Oh my God! Julie!" I heard my name coming from all directions and a couple of our friends cheered and whistled at my display. I sank into the couch and held my hand over my face as I turned a fire red. I felt Doug poking me in the side and trying to get me to look at him, and I reluctantly did, seeing a delighted look of surprise on his face.

"You fooled me good, Baby!" he whispered, as everyone else's attention became riveted to the screen.

I won't go into detail as you know what kind of lover Gary was to me. I will say that he quickly made me forget all about the camera being on by going down on me again, with his firm ass in clear view of the lens, much to the delight of the Girls. I tried to bury my face in Doug's chest, but he kept making comments that made me want to glance at the screen.

God, I felt so fat. Comments were made about how sexy I was and how sexy he was, and how hot we were together; but I still felt fat. And just as I thought I could maybe get through this, as the minutes passed by, Gary had to open his big mouth and look at Doug.

"Did you know she could get into a position like that, Man?" Everyone burst out laughing as they watched my legs spread into a wide V and my hands grabbing the headboard as Gary leaned forward and fucked me with wild abandon. The look on my face was disgustingly raunchy as I grunted and moaned with every thrust. But at least so did Gary. I hadn't realized how much noise he actually made too until we watched that tape.

Needless to say, it got rather quiet as the others watched what we did over the next 30 minutes or so. There was much more we recorded of course and Gary wanted to fast-forward to the "really good parts," but thankfully Dana put a stop to it by grabbing the remote from him and tossing it to me instead while laughing. I quickly turned it off, much to the group's dismay.

Encouraged now, Karen got up and put her tape in instead. She returned to her spot between me and Spencer and leaned back into him as he wrapped an around her and watched what came onto the screen.

"Phil!" everyone called out immediately and whistled, seeing him stretched out on the bed wearing nothing but his glasses.

I bit my lip and smiled, gripping Doug's knee, as I saw how hard and big Dana's husband was. Phil just laid there with a grin as he watched Karen remove her sexy bra and panties and crawl on the bed towards him. She reached up and removed his glasses, placing them on the nightstand beside them and then they shared a long, deep kiss while she remained on her hands and knees in front of him.

"God, my ass is huge!" she whimpered, and all of us immediately denied it. She was in fact very sexy and shaped much like me, only her breasts were considerably larger.

Next, we were treated to Karen giving Dana's husband one hellacious blowjob over the next fifteen minutes or so -- her ass sticking almost straight at the camera. That girl took her time bobbing and licking and chewing on his balls. I glanced at Doug and saw he was staring at the screen with lust in his eyes. He had never liked me chewing on him there as it didn't do much for him he said. But he sure liked the sight of Phil's balls being sucked into Karen's mouth!

The guys groaned in disappointment when Karen stopped her sucking and instead straddled Dana's husband; all except Phil who was just watching the screen with a shy grin on his face. At the moment, Dana and Phil were on the floor and she was sitting between her husband's legs almost right in front of Spence and Karen on the couch. I could see Dana running her hands sensually along Phil's legs as she leaned her head back against him and watched the TV.

For the next 20 minutes, we watched Karen ride Phil. She was a moaner, just like me, especially when he started grabbing her ass and bringing her down on him harder. I knew Phil was big from discussions over the years with Dana, who was actually my best friend of the group being that we were a lot alike. But I was still not expecting to see him that big, as Karen rode up and down on him frantically. It made me see him in an entirely different light, that's for sure.

On the screen, Phil moved his hands to her large breasts and brought them one at a time to his mouth, chewing on them and sucking while Karen rode that big cock of his. Karen was fidgeting beside me and she grabbed my hand after about ten minutes of this and whispered, "There I go..."

I looked at the screen and saw Karen tilt her head back and cry out that she was coming. Someone in the room clapped, but everyone else hushed them as we listened to Karen mewling atop Dana's husband.

Phil quickly rolled them over so that she was on her back and he started fucking her hard and fast. Karen had her arms and legs wrapped around him tight, digging her fingers into his ass. I felt myself getting wet just watching, remembering being with both Gary and my husband in that very same position within the past week now.

After a few minutes, Karen was clearly whispering over and over in Phil's ear on the screen, and someone said to turn it up.

"What are you saying, Karen?" Gina asked from beside her husband.

"Yea, that's a lot of talking, Girlfriend," I teased, squeezing Karen's hand.

Beside me, Karen ignored our inquiries with a sly grin and casually reached out her bare foot with dark painted toes, to stroke Phil's leg which was right in front of her.

"Yea, Phil, what was I saying?"

We looked at Phil, who just kept watching and grinning, sharing only a momentary glance at the woman that had been his present on Christmas Day. Sudden frantic movements on the screen brought us all back to that instead; and just in time to see Phil pull out of Karen's pussy and stand up between her legs. Karen sat up in the bed immediately, looking up at Phil with lust crazed her eyes. She grabbed his balls and started massaging them as he stood over her stroking the end of his cock.

"That's right! Do it! Come all over me!" She hissed. We all heard it clearly that time.

"Holy shit!" Doug whispered beside me.

All of us let out a collective gasp as we watched Phil groan and unload his spewing cock all over Karen's breasts and neck and tummy. She just leaned back and tilted her head to watch him with a huge satisfied grin, as shot after shot of hot white cum landed on her skin. You couldn't see the look on his face from that angle, but I am sure it was as lust-filled as Karen's looking up at him. Especially when she took her hand and rubbed it all over her breasts - spreading his warm cum everywhere. She then proceeded to suck her "present" clean.

"I had no idea you were such a little Hoe!" Gina laughed, as Karen got up and took the tape out with a smug grin. Karen winked at Phil and then sat down between me and her husband without saying even a word.

We were all rather quiet for a moment as we shared looks with each other and of course our spouses. Spence was the first to move, getting up from the couch and taking his tape over to the TV.

"And speaking of 'Hoe's'," he said with a smile.

"Hey! I'll remember that!" Gina said.

I did hear what they had just said, but it didn't register until the tape turned on and I saw Gina in the center of a huge shower. My husband had deceived me as well! I looked at Doug and slapped his leg.

"You Dog!" I said under my breath. He just shrugged and pointed to the screen for us to enjoy the show while it lasted.

We watched Spencer and Gina in the shower, her long hair tied back in a pony tail and her thin athletic body pressed against him as they washed each other very thoroughly.

"You two just had to be different, didn't you?" Dana said. But Gina just stuck out her tongue and laughed.

It was very, very erotic watching the two of them in that water. Gina was always more tanned than the rest of us, and Spence while not as athletic as Gary, was still in awesome shape for a man who had just turned forty six at the time. And then of course what he carried between his legs was no disappointment either!

I finally got to confirm what both Karen and my husband had both told me about him over the years. Frankly, I thought that Phil was just as nice, and Doug was not that far behind. But Gina obviously was loving every second of it. She hadn't taken her little hands from around his shaft from the moment he stepped in there with her.

It was a huge snail shower that they were in, with a bench on one side. They must have set the camera up on a chair right at the entrance of the shower. I couldn't help but get excited as I watched Karen's husband get down on his knees in front of Gina and go down on her as she propped one foot on that long bench. She held his head there with one hand and braced against the wall with her other; and all the while steam and hot water was all around them.

Gina had this devilish open mouthed grin as she looked down and watched Spence eating her pussy and chewing on her clit. And as I glanced over at her on the floor to our left, she was biting her thumb and squeezing Gary's crotch while she watched the screen. They looked at each other and shared a quick sloppy kiss; and she just wrinkled her nose and grinned at me when she saw me looking at them.

On the screen, Spence had clearly made her come, as she was going weak in the knees with her eyes closed tight. Spencer stood up and Gina sank to her knees in front of him. With a drunken expression she moved her face under the tip of his hard dangling cock and started sucking without using any hands at all. A little expert she was, apparently.

We watched as she proceeded to take Karen's husband all the way to the back of her throat, taking the time once there to show all of us that this was a simple task for her. She even took him out of her mouth and then blew a kiss at the camera once before going back to work on him. We all playfully chastised her for that, but also secretly wished we had thought of it as well, I think.

Gina had Spencer leaning against the wall with both hands while humping his hips against her face as she devoured every inch of him. Her hands she kept on his thighs or ass, or even held behind her back in a very submissive manner. We all assumed she was going to have him come in her mouth, but then Spence pulled her to her feet suddenly and sat down on the bench. With hands around her ***** waist, he quickly positioned her over his cock with her back facing him. Gina laughed and reached between their legs, holding him straight as she lowered herself onto his lap.

The sounds they made in that shower almost seemed like they were in the room with us, they echoed so loudly. Gina cried out and moaned and so did Spence as she lifted her ass off his crotch and slammed downward again and again. Even the sounds of their wet bodies smacking together could be heard over the noise of the shower. We watched them like that for about 20 minutes, until the picture starting getting too foggy from the steam.

But just before we could see nothing at all, we saw Gina lean back and press her back against his chest and wiggle her hips front and back furiously. She reached back and grabbed his head just as the picture went completely gray, and for the next couple of minutes we all sat in silence and listened to the sounds of Gina and Spence grunting and moaning and kissing noisily until they finally came.

"Jesus..." more than one of us said at the same time.

We sat there for a minute just listening to the sounds of the shower and their hushed voices before Spencer got up and took the tape out, leaving the room deathly silent.

I took a few more seconds, but one by one we all turned to look at Doug and Dana, who were clearly the only ones left for this Christmas.

"Go ahead, Dear," I said. "Let's see you top that!"

Everyone laughed, except for Dana who started to turn red, just like I had in the beginning.

"Sure no one wants to take a break or get another drink or something before we begin?" Doug said, positioned to push the tape in.

"Oh just put the tape in!" we all yelled.

Doug did that and then came back to sit beside me as the screen came alive.

I watched as my husband walked away from the camera and climbed into the bed where my best friend, Dana was already lying seductively. They shared a series of long kisses, both glancing at the camera from time to time and both whispering and laughing softly in each other's ears.

I glanced at Dana on the floor and saw Phil holding her tight, kissing the side of her face as they watched the screen. She was gripping his legs so hard her knuckles were turning white. I leaned into Doug and felt him stiff at first, but relax a little when I lifted his arm and placed it around my neck. And then I just watched the display on the screen.

They took their time, by far the most slow and sensual of the group so far. It was funny. With the other couples you could tell right from the onset who was in control, but with Doug and Dana, the line was not so clearly drawn. Before I had time to contemplate this though, Dana was climbing up beside my husband to the head of the bed, where ultimately she swung one leg over and straddled his face while looking at the wall.

I felt my panties moisten considerably as I saw my husband bring her pussy closer to his face so that he could taste her completely. I watched his cock jerking every so often; so hard and ready for whatever they planned to do next. Dana was very small, not skinny like Gina, but petite and with the same problem areas as Karen and I. But she was very, very sexy. It seemed strange watching her like that with my husband, having spent so many years sharing timeshares at the beach and meeting for the movies every other week.

She stayed astride my husband's face for the longest time, almost forcing him to make her come. When she did, she arched her back and tossed her head back as she gripped the headboard and ground her hips against his face. Doug helped her down beside him and he held her in his arms for a minute -- long enough for someone to ask if that was it. But as soon as they'd said it, Dana sat up and kissed my husband, tasting herself on his lips, before reaching over to the nightstand.

When she came back we all saw that she had a small tube in her hands. I gripped Doug's knee very hard when I watched her squeeze the tube on her hand and then very neatly place it back onto the nightstand. She then proceeded to stroke Doug's hard cock and get him nice and slick as she looked into his eyes and whispered to him softly. They laughed and kissed and after about a minute of her massaging his balls with one hand and twisting his cock with the other, she got to her hands and knees and pointed her rear right at the camera. She then reached back and slid the tip of one slender finger around the puckered center of her ass.

I had been watching her, not my husband on screen, but now I saw that he had picked up the tube again and was kneeling beside her. He put more of the stuff on his fingers and dropped the tube to the bed, before very slowly sliding his fingers one at a time inside Dana's ass. She tilted her ass for his hand willingly as he twisted his fingers inside her; she tilted so much that you could see the tips of her breasts dangling beneath her in the space between her legs. With his other hand he was sliding another two fingers inside her pussy and twisting them as well. He continued doing this until it seemed she was on the verge of coming again, and then he abruptly pulled his hands away.

I knew very well what was coming next, yet I still held my breath when I saw my husband kneel behind my best friend and slowly, very slowly slide his hard cock inside her.

I don't think anyone in the room took their eyes off that screen as we watched the two of them making love -- not fucking -- but making love like that. Because of the angle, all we could see was Doug's ass behind her and her small legs and feet on the outside of his.

But it was hot; I can tell you that much. Doug had his hand's gripping her waist as he slowly pushed and pulled within her ass. Dana would cry out or moan deep in her throat every time he seemed to press himself flat against her from behind. They made love like that for a long time until we saw Dana pushing herself back against him and grunting as she timed her rocking with my husband's thrusts.

We would catch glimpses of her fingers rubbing her clit or reaching further back and grabbing at his balls which were now making a slight smacking sound against her pussy with every forward motion. The tempo just increased as the two of them met each other now even faster, both of them breathing in gasps.

"Oh God ... I'm coming!" Dana cried, but it sounded more like a harsh whisper than something said aloud.

I felt my own pussy clench suddenly, and I silently cursed as I felt the familiar sensation of a small orgasm rippling through my body. Doug knew it from the way I dug my nails into his thigh and so he squeezed me tighter against him and kissed my face as I watched the screen with heavy eyes.

I had expected my husband to come inside her when she did, but he didn't -- the pig! He made me proud and just kept sliding his hard cock inside her ass gently but persistently; a nice rhythm he had found that he was not about to give up easily. He lasted another ten minutes and in that time I counted three orgasms for Dana, although Gina insisted that it was certainly four. Dana refused to answer any questions and just hid behind her husband's arms, while looking furtively at Doug and me from time to time.

Whether it was three or four, it was too much for my Dear Husband to last a moment longer. There was yet another collective sigh when we heard Doug cursing as he slammed his hips against Dana's ass one final time and emptied himself inside her. They stayed joined like that for some time, eventually ending in her laying flat on her stomach with my husband's big cock still inside her ass. They kissed and laughed and then he slowly pulled out. After which, he hurried over to turn off the camera.

And so, that is how our first Christmas was spent amongst friends.

The sexual tension in the room after the last video was turned off was almost unbearable. If there were any time in my life when I would have been willing to participate in an orgy then that would have been it hands down. But, we all had other things on our mind.

After quickly destroying the tapes by yanking the film out and cutting the long ribbon with scissors (amongst laughing from us Girls and much pleading from the Guys), we all said goodnight and headed home not long after the New Year had rung in. And then, we all made love like there was no tomorrow. Or at least Doug and I did, and I assume the others did as well.

I think what I loved the most was that even after all that we had seen and done, our group of friends stayed pretty much the same as it always had. Sure, there were always moments when you would share a look with your Christmas Present from the past year and remember him between your legs or her sitting on your face; but all in all we were the same group of people we always were.

(Oh, except for the fact that the other six of us all got memberships to the gym and actually went with Gina and Gary religiously now! No way was I getting caught looking like that two years in a row, and I know all the others felt the same).

As the year got closer to Christmas, the excitement could be felt anytime we met as a group in any fashion. We could be at the movies with Dana and Phil and share those knowing looks. Or when we stayed at the beach for a week with Karen and Spence we were all tempted to have a little "Christmas in July" and not let anyone be the wiser. But all this just heightened our time with friends. And it definitely spiced up our sex life.

Even the few times that one of us was not feeling up to it, the only thing that had to be mentioned was, "What do you want for Christmas this year?" and suddenly every reason you had to not jump in bed and make mad passionate love suddenly disappeared.

And then finally, on that Christmas Eve two years ago, there was not the same subdued reaction as we all stood around Dana and Phil's dining room table and gave each other our "presents." This time, it was pure excitement, even teasing. Some, even hoping for the same present as the last year.

But, I'm not quite sure if I should go into that now, since I'm not certain anyone has even enjoyed our new way of celebrating Christmas. So let me know. And maybe, just maybe I'll let you know what I got for my second "Christmas amongst Friends."

THE END

[vidya]

Excellent.