Dressing the Tree – #MasturbationMonday

masturbation-monday-banner-1This post is part of Masturbation Monday! https://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/masturbation-monday-224/

It was inspired by the prompt picture as well as this hot number:

 

Christmas music played in the background as my husband decorated our tree. I vacillated between watching him and watching the hentai playing on a loop on our big screen. I caught him looking more at the screen than at the tree and saw that his Santa sleep pants were seriously tented. My hand slid down into my “Bad Girl” panties, the silk wet from a combination of my watching the animated antics and seeing my man get hard. I moaned as my fingers slid in between my thick, slick folds.

He looked over at me, blue eyes flashing. “Something you want my help with?”

I shook my head and bit my bottom lip. “You take care of yourself Santa Baby and I’ll watch. Just keep looking at the telly.” I watched to make sure he followed orders.

He did as he was told, taking his pants and boxers down and revealing muscular, furry legs and a cock that was as beautiful as it was thick. He pulled back his foreskin and ran a finger from the tip, underneath his length and down to his freely swinging sac. Christmas light reflected off of the slick trail it left. He groaned as he grabbed himself near the base and started stroking.

I left my panties up, but pulled off my tee shirt and tossed it at his feet, as much to tease as to catch any spills. Like a good boy, he kept his eyes glued to the set. I pinched and pulled at my already hard nipples. My tits were small and high on my chest, just the way he liked them. My other hand worked faster and circled my hard clit. I tried to match his rhythm.

“Fuck, baby, this feels so good. I can’t wait to come in your mouth.” The hand that wasn’t stroking his length was working his own flat chest, flicking at hardened nipples. He loved his nipple play as much as I did.

I panted as I watched the muscles in his ass flex. Hours spent running and lifting in the gym had given him such wonderful definition. “Maybe I’d rather you come on my tits. How about that?” I slid my middle finger into the parting of my labia and started fucking myself hard and fast so he’d hear how wet I was.

“You know how much I love spraying you with my cum.” He stopped stroking and spit into his hand. Once he returned to work, I wasn’t the only one filling the air with sloppy, wet sounds. “God damn, I’m so close already.”

“Don’t you fucking dare come before I do.” I scolded him. “Ladies f-f-first.” I was close. My second hand joined the first in my underwear, fingers stroking and fucking as I spread my legs wide. “God.”

He grunted, hips bucking. He fucked his hands, the bell end peeking out of the double fisted grip. “Where do you want me to come?”

“I want to see you. Just stand how you are.” I force my eyes to stay open as the first wave hit me. “G-g-god, my pussy’s so tight. Come for me.” My stomach muscles and cunt clenched and squeezed as I arched my back, never taking my eyes off of his magnificent cock.

Thick jets spewed from its tip, some landing on the nearby Christmas bulbs. His muscles locked up and he squeezed his cock in both hands. “That feels so good.” He kept fucking his hands.

My feet jittered and drummed on the couch cushions and I squealed as the orgasm continued to roll through my body.

He walked over to me and squatted down beside the couch. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” He kissed my stomach and up to my breasts. As he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth I looked over and smiled as the evidence of my effect on him dripped from our tree onto the floor.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

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  1. Nero Black

    mmmm… super hot!
    I’ve fantasized about my wife and I doing something similar (mutual masturbation while porn plays on the big screen)

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