Mrs. Claus’s Cookie Therapy: Part 2

Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.

Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn't. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.

No wonder I didn't hear them talking. Linda was laying on the bed, as naked as she had been in the kitchen, with her feet on my pillow, her knees pushed wide. My wife on top, held herself on her hands and knees, equally naked, with her head between Linda's legs, licking her cunt, while moaning in pleasure at Linda's attentions to hers.

I stepped into the room and neither seemed to notice me at all. I watched the two of them making out, licking each other, driving the other toward climax. Was this why Nancy wasn't interested in sex with me any longer? Was she getting it from Linda instead? I hadn't ever known her to be interested in other women, at least not in that way. But it was hard to deny what I was seeing. It didn't take my body long to respond to what I was seeing, my cock soon standing hard and rigid. Pointing up over the horizon, like an artillery cannon barrel.

No, if she was getting it from Linda, I was damn well going to make sure she understood what she was giving up. I stepped to the end of the bed, looking at my wife's ass and cunt, held in the air by her knees, while Linda licked and played with her swollen clit. Linda saw me and smiled. She moved her hand from my wife's ass and reached for my cock. She pulled me in toward her, pulling my engorged head toward both her mouth and my wife's cunt. She aimed me right to my wife's sopping wet lips and then used her other hand to reach around my ass and coaxed me into the ‘docking portal’. She’d stopped licking my wife and rubbed my engorged head up and down Nancy’s slit, wetting my mushroom with my wife's juices.

I reached for my wife's hips, making her jump slightly as she felt my big firm hands on her. She stiffened, almost as if she were going to refuse me, and then her stiffness faded as Linda rubbed my head around her lips a little harder, working it between her lips and into the entrance of her depths. My wife wiggled her hips side to side, much like she used to when she was inviting me to fuck her hot hole. I pushed toward her, forcing my engorged head slowly into her, spreading her hot wet vagina as I slipped ever so slowly into her.

"Oh, fuck yes." Nancy moaned as I pushed my way deeper into her. "That's it honey. Fuck me. Make me come around your fat cock!" She lowered her head to Linda's cunt again and I heard her muffled moan as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her.

Every stroke brought my balls across Linda's face, slapping her eyebrows slightly. In and out I started to thrust, my cock stroking its full length in and out of her. Linda wrapped her left hand around my ass cheek and  hooked her other hand around Nancy’s thigh. Linda was now conducting the symphony movement of our love anthem. Linda’s middle finger pressed my anus tightly and eventually entered just inside my sphincter.

I felt Nancy’s already excited cunt start to spasm when I'd barely started stroking, Linda having apparently gotten her already very close to climax. I knew I was still quite a ways from my own climax as I held her hips and kept thrusting, pushing in and out so that my cock teased her insides from the entrance all the way to the end of her tunnel.
Nancy always said that my thick shaft felt so much bigger when I fucked her from behind. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to feel my cock making her climax. I wanted her to remember how good it felt that first time, that time laying on the picnic table, feeling a cock slide into her for the first time. I wanted her to enjoy it like she did then, coming so hard to my stroking cock that her body surprised both of us and pumped her juices out all over my stomach and crotch. I wanted her to climax that hard again.

"Oh fuck!" she squeaked as she pulled her face from Linda's cunt. "Oh fuck me, lover. God you feel so good. Come for me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh God! Yes! That's it. Fuck me!" She hadn't been all that vocal for years, and hearing her talk like a vulgar whore, begging me to fuck and fill her; pushed all the right buttons at the right time. While my mind was still imagining that it was that first time again, feeling her for the first time, I held her hips and drove harder into her, rocking the entire bed as I pumped in and out of her with abandon.

My body raced toward climax as I thrust myself deep into my wife, a feeling of elation and desire all mixed together running through my body. I was so close, I wanted to come, I wanted to fill her cunt with my cum, I wanted her to keep climaxing as long as I could make her. I kept thrusting, trying to keep holding her climax at its peak as long as I could. I felt a hand on my ass, moving with me, coaxing me harder into my wife.

I looked down past my thrusting cock at Linda’s face, grinning up at me, waiting, coaxing. In a moment of clear realization I knew what she wanted.

"Oh Fuck!" I grunted loudly as my body spasmed. I could feel my cock pumping shot after shot of cum into my wife's spasming cunt, filling her, feeling her climax still squeezing and milking me, like I hadn't felt for oh so many years. I stood there, my knees leaning against the mattress, panting, listening to my wife moan and pant herself, my cum still leaking into her as my cock twitched occasionally.

"Oh God, yes. So good." She moaned softly, laying her head between Linda's legs again, but not to lick her any longer. Linda released her hold on my ass and instead hooked her index finger around the base of my cock. She coaxed me back, backing me out of my wife slowly. My now softening tallywhacker slipped from Nancy’s reddened, swollen cunt lips, and dropped onto Linda's face.

Linda tiled her head back and opened her mouth. I slid inside Linda’s waiting mouth and she sucked my shrinking cock for only a few seconds before gently pushing me further back. I knew why, though I was surprised that she'd want to.

I stood, my cock almost dripping the remaining cum in Linda's face, holding my wife's ass cheeks for balance. I watched Linda lick the cum oozing from my wife's gaping cunt, my white cream leaking from her and dripping down off her twat lips into Linda's mouth.

"Tastes just like that cookie." Linda moaned softly. "I swear that was cum flavored icing."

"I kinda thought it tasted like Nancy's cunt." I panted as I moved onto the bed and flopped onto my back, momentarily exhausted.

I lay there, trying to catch my breath, listening to Linda lick my wife, sending occasional shudders through her body. Nancy finally had all she could take and shifted off Linda and over onto me, laying down on me. She lay flat on me, her tits smashed to my chest, her face inches from mine. Without a word she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing urgency. She held my face and kissed and sucked my lips, almost as if she were afraid I was going to not be there.

Linda rolled onto her side, facing away from us, then resumed her own masterbations, stroking her cunt with two fingers, while her other hand fondled her aroused nipples. Linda was a moaner.

Finally, after what had to be at least five minutes, both Nancy and I panting breathlessly, she softened and then stopped her kisses. "I'm sorry love." She whispered into my ear as she laid her cheek beside mine.

"For what?" I whispered back.

"For not realizing what I was doing to you. For almost losing you. I never meant for it to happen. I should have known. I should have heard you. You said it, I know you did. Even Linda heard you. But I was too busy with my own feelings that I didn't listen to you. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to have to find it someplace else. I don't want you to walk out of my life. I don't want anyone but you, but I have to, I need to, I, I."

"Shush." I whispered, pressing her chest into me, holding her face next to mine. "I don't want to lose you either. You're the love of my life. Why would I leave you?"

"Because I forgot. I forgot how it was. I laid here, crying, feeling sorry for myself that Linda could coax you into sex so easily. I thought that you didn't care anymore or want me anymore. But she told me. She said she's seen me reject your advances too many times, that you had to think that I didn't want you anymore. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It's just, It's. I don't know how to explain. But I was wrong. I should have listened. I should have seen the signs. Please don't leave me." She practically begged me before she started crying, her tears running down her face and my cheek as well, where we were pressed together.

"I'm not leaving. Shish. I'm still here," I whispered back, stroking her back and ass.

"Promise?"

"Oh lover. You know I can't live without you."

"I used to think that. I used to think that I never had to worry. I used to think you were mine forever, and, well, I watched you pleasuring her, right there, right in front of me, right in our own kitchen. I, I was scared. I was afraid that I was going to lose you. I was mad. I was mad at you, I was mad at Linda.”

“I was actually mad at myself. Mostly now at myself. You did what I pushed you to. You did it because I ignore you. I don't do what we used to do."

"I don't understand. What we used to do?"

"When we were first together. I worked so hard to give you everything you desired. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to want me, to desire to be with me. I knew that sexual contentment was a big part of that. I knew that if I didn't make you feel happy that way, that there'd be no chance of lasting love. Guys need that. They need sex. They need it to feel complete. I forgot that. I forgot because I had your love and I forgot that I needed to return it the way you needed it, not the way I felt like giving it. My empathy failed.”

"I don't understand, Nancy. When we were first together, you were playful, you loved doing all those things, all those ways, all those places. You didn't like it? You were just, what, faking enjoying it?" I asked with concern and no small amount of hurt welling up in my heart. Had our whole relationship been based on a lie?

She rolled off of me, onto her back, next to me. "I didn't not enjoy it, but I wouldn't have chosen to do it by myself if you hadn't asked me to."

"Then why didn't you say no?" I rolled on my side to look at her face.

"I never wanted to say no. I thought it was what was expected. That guys had sex that way. I wanted to be wanted, so I focused on meeting your desires. But I lost that, over the years."

"I'm confused. You had to know not all guys did all that. I mean, I loved what we did. I loved the variety and the newness of every time we did it someplace different, or in a different way, or whatever. But if you didn't want to, you had to know it wasn't required."

"Wasn't it? What has been your complaint for the last twenty years? That we never do anything like that anymore. Kinda sounds required to me."

I rolled facing Nancy; Linda still in her own world, at the foot of the big bed. Nancy rolled onto her side and rested her head so our noses nearly touched, stroking her fingers on my chest. "I'd have never made you do anything you didn't want to. Not if I knew. Now you're telling me everything that we did was faked?"

"Not faked. Just not, always my choice." She whispered. "The guy I was with, before you. He was, well, he didn't believe in sex before marriage, so we didn't. Not at all. He never even tried to take my bra off or pull down my pants or anything. So, when I started dating you, I did what you wanted, just like I did what he wanted."

"Why did you leave him?"

"After two years, I needed more. I needed that physical relationship. I wanted intimacy, and he didn't seem any closer to asking me to marry him than when we started dating. So, I moved on, or at least I was planning on it. The day you spilled coke all over me? I was out with my best friends, they were trying to convince me that it was time to move on and find someone different. Someone that could make me feel completely different than Jerry did."

"And me dumping a whole cup of soda pop down your shirt was definitely different."

"It wasn't that. It was how incredibly cute you were, trying to apologize. Three times you almost rubbed your hand down my boobs to wipe the soda that was soaking in, off. I suddenly wanted to feel your hands on me. I wanted to see what it felt like to be physically loved.”

“ If you hadn't asked me to get undressed for you in that park that one night, there wouldn't be another date. I wasn't going to go through that again. I could tell you were nervous. I was too. But I wanted to feel your hands on me, and once I did, I didn't want to stop. I wanted you to touch me and stroke me and make love to me as many times as you wanted. When I realized you liked being teased, liked seeing me in sexy little things, liked it when I played with you in public places, liked it when I let you play with me in those places, well, those are the things I did. I didn't not like them, but if I had been choosing, I wouldn't have done a lot of them. Doctor Ruth said a woman can only keep a man if she keeps him satisfied. So I was committed to keeping you satisfied. At least I used to" Nancy was starting to cry again.

"After the girls were born, you kinda stopped wanting sex. Why? What did I do wrong?" I wanted to know.

"You did nothing wrong. I just didn't feel like I could do those kinds of things anymore. I didn't want the girls to get the idea that doing that kind of thing was how you got a man. I know. That's how I got you. But after a few years I just stopped trying to please you that way. I convinced myself you didn't seem to need it any more, that you knew how I loved you, even if I didn't show it physically. I forgot that was how you felt loved. I forgot that all the things that you did that made me feel loved, weren't the things that made you feel loved. Linda reminded me of that. Seeing you kneeling in front of her, licking her, teasing her cunt, making her climax. It made me realize that I'd messed up. I'd failed to do what a wife should be doing, making her man feel loved and cared for. I suddenly realized that Linda had so easily taken over what had been only mine for so long. Linda hasn’t had a man for years, but she wishes that she did."

"If that's true, why the hell were you two women having sex?"

"That's easy." Linda said from where she was still laying, now listening to us. "We wanted to. While we were talking we had an overwhelming urge to kiss, which led to touching, which lead to, well you know." Then Linda added; “You’re the one with the cookie, Mike. Like the serpent in Eden, you seduced both of us with one bite of that treat.”

"I wouldn't have thought you were into girl stuff." I said softly to my wife.

"I haven't, well, before today, I never did. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips on me, on my nipples, on my cunny lips. I wanted to feel her making love to me. I don't know why, but I wanted it so bad."

"Just like I needed to have your cock in my mouth.” Linda interjected. “Just like I want your cock in me so bad right now. I want to feel you pumping it into me until you fill me with your cum." Linda said, rolling over. "So how about it? Wanna let me ride you until we both come?"

"I think I better save it for Nancy," I answered her, getting a squeeze from Nancy in appreciation.

"Well, if you're not going to fuck me, I have a dildo at home that's just begging to feel my hot cunt around it." Linda said as she stood up. "You know, I might not even bother to get dressed. Just put my shoes on and run home naked and get it. Wanna watch me? Wanna see me pumping it in and out of myself?"

"It's sorta chilly out." I said, avoiding the answer she wanted to hear.

She grinned. "Good. It'll make my nipples nice and hard. You sure you don't want to come watch me?"

"I better not." I answered quietly. She shrugged and got up. A few moments later we heard the back door open and close, leaving us alone in the house. "What now?"

"I don't know. I have an urge to fuck you under the Christmas tree." Nancy winked

"So why don't we?" I encouraged her fantasy.

"Is that what you want?" Nancy giggled.

"That's the wrong question. The question you should ask, is that what We want?"

"Right now, I think it is." She whispered.

"Okay. I don't know if my cock is up to a third round, but I'm game to try."

"Oh honey, I think I can handle that. You go out there and lay down on the carpet and I'll be out in a few minutes, and I guarantee that I'll get you hard." She said with a soft giggle.

I nodded and got off the bed. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I was willing to let her try whatever she wanted. I grabbed a pillow off the sofa and lay down on the carpet to wait.

"I'm back!" Linda said as she walked in through the garage door again, this time holding a large purple translucent cock. "Oh. Waiting for me?" She asked, stepping over to me and squatting down over me. She rolled onto her knees and slid her wet cunt along my flaccid cock. "I'm not even going to need ‘Carlos’, am I?" she asked setting the dildo aside.

"Linda. I'm waiting for Nancy. I don't think she's going to want to see you on my lap. Please don't make me choose!"

She frowned. "I won't, but I can keep it warm, can't I?"

I rolled my eyes. "If you promise to get right off when Nancy comes out."

"I do." She answered with a wicked little grin. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my cock. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her tits, cupping each one with my hands. "I know how you like natural tits." She whispered.

"How do you know how much I like tits?"

"Seriously? You think I haven't ever noticed how you look at my boobs when I'm wearing a skimpy shirt or a swim suit? God you can't keep your eyes off boobs."

"Guilty as charged I guess." I answered, squeezing her soft tits. They weren't nearly as large as Nancy's but they were a nice comfortable handful.

"I didn't think I had to be that quick." Nancy said from the hallway.

Linda looked back at her and then moved up off me. "I was just keeping him warm for you."

"As long as that was all you were doing." Nancy said, stepping over to me. "Recognize this?"

"How could I not?" I answered with a huge smile. I held my hands out to her and helped her straddle over me and settle onto my lap, my slightly hardening cock trapped between us. "That the same one you wore that first Christmas?" I asked, looking at the red see through negligee she had on.

"Same one. Same one you gave me the best Christmas gift of my life in. Can't do that again, but I'd really like to feel you make me cum the same way I did back then. Think you can?"

"I'm always ready to try."

She began to rub herself along my quickly hardening cock. "Remember how I looked in the tree lights? Just you and me and the Christmas tree? God I was so turned on. I knew I was ovulating and I knew what would happen. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to feel your seed fill me and make me pregnant. I wanted to have your baby more than anything else in the world, right then." She whispered as she rocked on me, grinding herself along my quickly hardening shaft.

"You want it that way again?"

"Yes, I do. Today I do. Maybe I should have asked you for this a long time ago, but I didn't. I am now. Take me like you did that night."

I reached up for her shoulders and pulled her down, rolling us until she was laying on the floor. I leaned down and kissed her like I did that first night, softly, slowly kissing her lips. I spent long minutes teasing her lips with mine before I kissed down her jaw to her neck, making her squirm and giggle like a little girl. I spread the front of the red material, exposing her big soft tits to my lips. I slowly kissed my way across and around each one, spending long seconds licking and kissing around each puckered areola before drawing it and the nipple it surrounded into my mouth. "Oh fuck yes." She moaned softly as I drew the first nipple into my mouth. "God I loved it when you did that."

I flicked her nipple with the tip of my tongue and then circled it, leaving a wet trail all the way around that made it pucker even more after I left it alone. I spent minutes stroking and teasing her nipples before starting to kiss my way down her chest and across her stomach. She scrunched up her body at the tickling sensation, but that didn't stop me. I continued to kiss down until I was gently kissing her sexy cunt lips. She had much less inner labia showing than Linda did, but despite three children it still looked as sexy as any teenager. I kissed and teased her lips for several minutes before spreading her lips with my fingers. I searched out and found her clit, flicking it with my tongue.

She moaned loudly how much I was turning her on, coaxing me to put my cock in her and fuck her hot cunt. I knew I was getting her ready, and I too was ready. I was briefly distracted, but only briefly, by Linda moving to sit just past Nancy's head, her legs spread wide apart. She slowly pushed the dildo into her obviously wet cunt, leaning back and lifting her legs to show me even more.

I took a deep breath and crawled up Nancy's body, moving my face closer and closer to both Nancy's face and Linda's cunt. I didn't have to try to aim my cock, just like it had that first Christmas, it seemed to find its mark without help. "Oh, Fuck Yes!" Nancy gasped as I slid into her depths, her hot wet tunnel walls caressing my head as she felt all of me slide into her. "Fuck me honey. Fuck me like you're going to give me another baby!"

I started to pump my hips in and out toward her, driving my cock in and out of her cunt. Linda moved her dildo in time with my strokes, pushing in and out of her own cunt, imagining that it was me fucking her. In and out I stroked, working my rock hard appendage deep into her with each stroke. I felt her feet reach my ass, her heels digging into me much like they did that first night. In and out I slid, her moans growing in intensity with almost every stroke. "Oh god honey. Do it. Come for me. I'm so close. I want to come with you, I want to feel you come in me like you did that night. Please lover, do it. Make me your woman again!"

I don't know why, but what she said tripped something inside me. My body suddenly bucked hard and I plunged fully into her, slamming our pelvises together. She gasped and then cried out in pleasure as my cock surged a gush of semen deep into her cunt. "That's it honey. Oh god yes. I'm yours forever. I love you so much." She cried as she trembled and shuddered under me. "Oh yes. I can feel you coming in me. Feel your hot cum filling me." She moaned as she wrapped her legs and arms around me, pulling us together.

I looked up at the sound of Linda's gasp. She was laying on her back, her legs held high in the air and spread apart, her fingers thrusting the artificial dildo in and out of her cunt as her body trembled and shuddered in orgasm. "Oh fuck yes Mike. Fuck me! Come with me! Let me feel your cum fill me!" She cried out to the room.

"Oh my." My wife whispered, pulling my head down to look at her again. "I might have created a monster."

"You?"

"I sorta told her that I wasn't mad at her for sucking you off."

"So how does that create a monster."

She grinned at me. "Because when she asked if that meant I wouldn't be mad if she used your cock to get off on, I said not as long as I wasn't using it."

"Oh... Oh! You're kidding, right?"

"I've failed to keep you mine in the ways that matter to you. As long as you promise not to run off with her, I guess it'd be alright if she kept you occupied in between our sessions. But be warned. I'm planning on making those sessions much much much more frequent."

"You don't have to do that," I whispered.

"Which, let her use you, or me use you more frequently?"

"The first of course. I'd love to have you do it more often with me."

"I will be. I promise. I'm planning on doing some of those things you found so much fun all those years ago. I'm going to tease you until your cock can't stand it, and then I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. I'm, going to wear those little dresses again, and, well, I hope you don't mind spending some money, because I need some new underwear and bras. Things that will turn you on when I flash them at you, when I bend over and let you see my bare ass cheeks or my cunt through the crotch of my panties. I'm going to make sure that you know I'm your woman and that you're the only one in the world that I love, even if that means standing on a street corner and stripping for you. I want you to know in your heart that I love you with every fiber of my being, and if that's how I have to show you, then that's what I'll do, because you already show me every day with the things you do."

"I think you two are gonna have a hell of a lot of fun. You don't suppose I can horn in on that a little now and then?"

Nancy looked up at Linda, looking at her upside down, since she was still on her back. "As long as you don't wear him out, and you promise to always bring him home to me, I don't see why he shouldn't let you have a little fun to."

"Oh good." She giggled. "Listening to you two talk about all those places you fucked, hell, Ron never did anything like that with me. It might be nice to see how it feels to walk half naked down a hiking trail, or be made love to on a park bench, or taken in a movie theater."

"Trust me. They all feel wonderful while you're climaxing." Nancy answered. "Whether you love them as much after, well, you'll have to decide that."

"Sounds like I'm going to be damn busy," I whispered.

"Oh yes. Very!" Nancy answered with a grin before pulling my face down to hers again. "And that includes kissing," she added before she pressed her soft lips to mine. Her kiss was soft, gentle and loving. It was made my cock start to grow again, still inside her cunt. "Hmm. I think you like the thought of me being naughty with you again. Well, here's a naughty thought for you, if you can come in me again, I'll let you watch Linda lick your cum from my cunt again."

"And if it makes him hard again?"

"If he can get it up again, it's all yours." Nancy said. Then she whispered to me. "Just as soon as you fill me up again like you did that first Christmas. Three was the magic number. Give me number three my love. Show me how much you love me with that third gift."

I smiled and kissed her softly, moving my hips ever so slightly. I didn't want my hardening cock to slip from her, so I didn't move too much. Yeah I was pretty sure I could give her a third.

Based on a post by m storyman x for Literotica.