A Dirty Gift Exchange Led to a Sexy Night
By: Emma Austin
Tags: Life, Sexuality, Christmas, Sex, Self

I didn’t wear my Mrs. Claus outfit this year.

In fact, I haven’t worn it since last December. That was the month my husband and I started having a very adult holiday celebration on the week leading up to Christmas.

I decorated our bedroom to make it more festive. We dressed up in revealing red and white outfits. And we traded gifts that we had meticulously packaged for each other.

We gave each other vibrators, strokers, lubes, lingerie, and a pair of fuckable tits that I’ve become surprisingly fond of.

Unwrapping those things was incredibly fun. Using them was even better.

This year, we kept things a little more simple. I didn’t decorate the room — the twinkle lights I keep strung up on the bed year ‘round felt like enough. Instead of dressing up, we hung out in the kind of clothes we normally wear in the evening.

The one thing we didn’t pull back on was the gift exchange.

We started it early this year when we gifted ourselves a one-year subscription to the Nubiles-Porn Network. It features lots of playful family roleplay, silly setups, experience gaps, and authority figures — all of which work really well with some of our shared kinks.

As great as it’s been to explore that site, the highlight was still sitting in bed, swapping wrapped sex toys.

We gave each half a dozen bottles of flavored lube. It’s the perfect Sexmas stocking stuffer because it’s not even clear who it’s for — everyone benefits from making blowjobs delicious.

Mr. Austin also got me some nuru massage gel, which I’ve always wanted to try. It honestly seems kind of intimidating, extremely messy, and my first thought when I opened it was “Where are we even going to do this?” But I can’t wait to get covered in gel, rubbed and massaged, and then have quite possibly the slipperiest fuck I’ll ever experience.

Sexmas shopping for someone with a cock can be a bit challenging. I wanted to give him toys he could fuck while keeping it original. I settled on three strokers.

One of them is a Tenga cup designed to simulate deepthroating. That’s an experience he’s never had and one that I don’t think I could give him even if I tried. Hopefully that stroker is the next best thing.

Another one is called the Vulcan Ass Stroker. It’s a tight cyberskin toy that promises to feel just like fucking a girl’s ass. That’s something he’s extremely fond of doing — and something I’d love to watch him do.

And then I got him a Tenga Spinner, just because it’s really fucking cool. It twists while you stroke with it. I have no idea how that would feel on a cock but it sounds stimulating as hell.

I’ve been really into dildos lately, so that’s exactly what my dear husband gave me this year.

The first one I opened was a blue dildo with deep ridges along the shaft. But my favorite feature on it is the texture. Instead of being completely rigid, it’s got a bit of softness to it, which should make it really fun to play with.

But the main attraction was a King Cock dildo with a suction cup base. It’s got a realistic look and a surprisingly accurate feel. And the coolest feature on this one is that it has a retractable foreskin. Until recently, I didn’t even know dildos could do that and I can’t wait to really use it and see what it’s like.

There was one more gift from each of us. Last year, we both laughed when Mr. Austin unwrapped the torso doll we’ve come to know affectionately as Pussy Tits. That’s just what she is — a pair of soft TPE knockers with a built-in fuckable pussy sleeve.

We found it browsing online and it became an inside joke for us, so I couldn’t resist gifting it to him.

This year, the present that made us laugh wasn’t a novelty toy at all. It was a flogger. Or rather, two floggers. We somehow managed to get each other the same gift — but the one I got stings more, so at least we have options.

That was the last of our Sexmas presents, but it wasn’t the end of our night. After unwrapping so many sex toys, there’s really only one way to cap off the evening.

Ending on a Bang

It would’ve made sense to start using some of those toys right away.

Mr. Austin could’ve tied me up and flogged me until we were both hot and ready for more.

He could’ve used one of my new dildos on me while gently fucking my mouth with his peach-flavored cock.

I could’ve given him a handjob with one of the strokers. I could’ve sucked him off first so he could compare the deepthroat sensations to the way my mouth makes him feel. Or I could have asked him to fuck my ass and tell me how his other stroker compared to the real thing.

But no, we didn’t do any of that.

I might be a wife, a sexual submissive, and a woman who knows she needs to take advantage of her sex drive while it’s active — but I’m also a sex blogger. My professional duties always come first, so I tucked away all the Sexmas gifts so I could take photos of them before any of them got used.

Still, opening those gifts got my imagination going and put me in the mood. I wanted to have fun, even if I wasn’t going to get to play with my new toys.

We got into the action quickly. Mr. Austin stroked my legs, squeezed my thighs, and kissed my hips. I must have been giving all the body language cues he needed, because it didn’t take long before he was lifting my blue dress and very softly running his fingers along my pussy.

He teased me for how easy it was to get me all worked up, which turned me on even more.

He asked me how horny I was on a scale of one to five, and I knew what game we were playing. I knew he wouldn’t let me come until I was horny enough.

I told him I was at a 2.5 — almost there, but still enough of a challenge for him.

“Well, I’ll just have to get that number up,” he said before licking his fingers and stroking my pussy a bit faster.

I felt my pleasure mounting quickly. I came close to the edge of an orgasm, but he pulled his hand away before I could reach it.

Being edged feels kind of like falling. Your pleasure builds steadily and then drops suddenly. It’s an intense feeling. It’s really frustrating, but it’s also incredibly fucking hot. Getting so close to an orgasm just makes you want it more, and every time he denies me that release, I can feel my desire growing.

He edged me a few more times before I told him I was at a three.

This time, I felt his fingers sliding inside me. That fast penetrative stimulation brought me to such a high peak that I almost wanted to beg for him to make me come.

But I knew I could take more, so I let him pull his fingers away just as I was about to climax. I felt my legs tensing, my hips shifting uncontrollably, and I couldn’t help but let out some frustrated whines.

He asked me again, and I breathily told him I was at a 3.5.

Maybe I wasn’t. Maybe it was higher. These numbers are all highly subjective. But I knew that was a number that would make him try harder and that’s exactly what I wanted.

And that’s what he did. This time, I felt two fingers thrusting into me quickly while he slowly rubbed my clit with his other hand. As far as sexual stimulation goes, this is just about perfect. I felt my pleasure intensifying. I thought I might come so quick and hard that he wouldn’t even have time to react.

But he did. Just as I was getting tantalizingly close, he pulled away again, leaving me squirming and breathing heavily.

He didn’t ask me for the number this time. I didn’t have to tell him. I pushed him over and told him to undress. He knew what I was about to do, and he knew it meant I was at a four.

I bounced over to the dresser to grab a bottle of watermelon-flavored lube. I kneeled on the bed and found my husband waiting for me, his plaid boxer briefs thrown to the floor and his cock fully stiff even though I had barely been touching him.

It was time to make up for that.

I stroked the lube all over his cock and gave it a few playful licks, loving the sound of the moans that were coming from his throat.

I had positioned myself to give him complete access to my body and he took advantage of it. First, his hand caressed my thighs and groped my ass, but soon he was alternating between fingering me slowly and rubbing my clit.

I don’t know if it was the deepthroat stroker giving me ideas or if it was just how horny his fingers were making me, but I decided to go as deep as I could.

I rolled my tongue around his cock a few times, wrapped my lips around it, and slowly took it in deeper and deeper. I did my best to relax my throat, I visualized my lips touching the base of his shaft, and got turned on by the idea of taking his entire length in my mouth.

I didn’t manage it. I’m sure I was at least a couple of inches short, but I got more of it in than usual. I kept sucking him off, feeling a sense of pride.

I felt his fingers steadily gliding against my clit, and my pleasure mounting faster than I expected it to. Every stroke feels even more stimulating when I’m giving him head. The orgasm came quickly and hit me hard — I felt my thighs tensing and shaking while his cock muffled my moans.

I stayed on my knees a few moments, lovingly stroking his spit-slicked dick in a post-orgasmic haze. Before I could even think of what to do next, he decided for me.

He got up, put his hand between my shoulders, gently coaxing me down. I was breathing heavily, ass up in the air and waiting to find out exactly what he wanted to do to me. His hand reached for my pussy again. I felt extremely exposed, but I couldn’t let it bother me — the stimulation was so fucking good and the way he touched my shoulder while fingering me felt reassuring.

He made me come twice in rapid succession. He whispered words of encouragement, called me a good girl, and told me he wanted to hear me moan. He wrapped his arm around me in a way that felt caring and dominant all at once, and he fingered me harder and faster, making me groan and practically plead for more.

After making me come again, he eased me onto my back. As soon as I was lying on the mattress, he pushed my knees apart and started lapping at my pussy.

He spent most of the time teasing me and building me up. His tongue was soft and fast, he licked me in different patterns, he changed the intensity, never letting me get too close.

I gripped a handful of the bedsheet and enjoyed the experience. By this point, my clit was so sensitive that every lick felt like three. Even without going steady, doing circles with his tongue, or using any of the other moves that usually get me there, he brought me to a powerful, shuddering orgasm.

I think he knew what was coming next. “Fuck me,” I whispered, turning to my side. “Fuck me, please,” I added a bit louder, trying to sound as horny as I felt.

He positioned himself behind me. The head of his cock rubbed against my pussy, finding its place. It slipped in effortlessly but still made me gasp.

We didn’t change positions, we barely shifted. Having his cock inside me felt so fucking good, I didn’t want to mess with anything that was happening.

He fucked me harder and faster, slapping his hips against my ass while he gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my head back gently.

It was almost unbearably intense. I couldn’t keep myself from shouting out in pleasure. I knew I was being too loud. I didn’t care. When it got excessive, he covered my mouth so I didn’t have to hold back.

He pounded into me faster and moved his hand to my throat, gently squeezing the sides. He choked me softly while fucking me hard and brought me to a mindblowing climax that felt like an orgasm mixed with an intense head rush.

He took his hand off my throat and slowed his thrusting. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, so I asked him to get my favorite rabbit vibrator.

I lied on my stomach and slid the toy under me. He stood next to the bed, watching me grind it.

He stroked my hair while he stroked himself off. After spending a few moments looking at me getting myself off, he leaned over to grab my ass and give it a smack.

“Do you want my fingers in your ass?” he asked. I moaned yes, and felt his middle finger press against my asshole and slowly ease its way in.

He fingered me gently and I felt my pleasure intensifying. The vibrator pressing against my clit, his finger inside me, the sound of him groaning while he jerked his cock — it got me so turned on that I came fast and incredibly hard.

It must’ve worked for him, too, because he grunted and groaned loudly. His come splattered on my ass while my hips were still bucking from my orgasm.

He collapsed on the bed next to me. We were still catching our breaths when he inhaled deeply and said “Merry Sexmas.”

I giggled, stroked his arm, and said “Merry Sexmas to you too.”

I thought about all the gifts we gave each other, but none of them could compare to the profound feeling of satisfaction that comes at the end of a really good fuck.

Get Cozy, Horny, and Sexy

There are a lot of things that have to be done during Christmas week, which can make it hard to find time for a long, sexy evening.

There’s also a really wholesome vibe to it. Most of the holiday feels G-rated.

But it doesn’t have to be. In fact, it’s the perfect time to go all out and have some elaborate, experimental, sensual, or just plain lengthy sex and foreplay.

The nights are longer, the lights are dimmer, and there’s no better way to enjoy the intimacy than by getting dirty and having some fun.

Don’t rush through the sexy parts. Whether you watch some holiday porn, treat yourself to a new toy, or just make the most of the cozy atmosphere, make the dirty stuff count and give yourself a very memorable holiday.

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