Ginger Spanx: A Redhead For Xmas

"Is that what you want, bitch? You want more of my husband's precious cum inside you?"

"Uh huh." It was barely a word, Ginger's tongue entangled in his. She paused, sucked in air. Her body radiated tension, craved release. "Please."

"Please what, bitch?" Nicole's manner with the redhead had Thom ready to explode. "Tell us what you want."

"I want..." Ginger faltered, pulled back enough to look up into Thom's face. He could feel the rapid motions of Nicole fingering herself behind him. The realtor began again. "Please. Fuck me. Fuck me 'til you cum. Fuck me full of your seed. I...Ahhh!"

Eyes locked on hers, he fucked forward hard without waiting for her to finish speaking. Ginger's orgasm triggered his own, shoving deep with each spasming pump. Nicole's deep repeated shudder against his back signaled her own release. He heard wet splashes on the tile as a damp spray hit his ankles. Her weight sagged limp against him.

Two women clung to him, breathing hard, coming back down to earth, to conscious awareness. All three were drenched now in their mingled sweat under the beating red heat from above.

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Dawn's light filtered through the light snow on Christmas morning. Ginger skittered up the white-powdered walkway to her house wrapped in a long wool coat she'd borrowed from Nicole. The Spanx, still wet, were in a plastic bag in one hand. The coat was long, but not so long that Thom couldn't appreciate her bare defined calves, once more, remember draping them over his arms to hold her open, fuck her full.

They waited until the redhead was in the door before he drove off, easing the gas pedal slowly on the slick road. He glanced at his wife, grinning, leaning at an angle in her seat, wrapped in a furry, thick robe of Sherpa pile. She opened her legs, showing him their bare length, slipping her hand between them. "Did you like your present, handsome husband?"

"You know I did. Thank you, babe. I think you liked it too."

Her hand began to circle, small motions, as she reclined the seat all the way. "I love you. Seeing you cum like that, in another woman. Damn. That was fucking hot."

"I see a fucking hot woman right now that I'm going to have to cum in, as soon as we get home."

"Are you sure? You're not all tapped out?"

Thom stroked his own crotch, his eyes bouncing between the snowy road and his reclined, exposed wife. "Damn sure, my sexy little wife."

"In that case, pull into that parking lot, Thom. I want you now." She pulled the robe wider open, showing him her firm tits, nipples pointed, hard.

He laughed as the rear end of the SUV fishtailed when he took the corner too quickly. He parked at an angle where they stopped; they were the only vehicle in the store lot. He was pushing his pants down as he released his seat belt, clambered to her side. Her arms reached up, guided him down, onto her, into her.

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Exhausted, excited, Ginger slipped the heavy coat off, draped it over a chair. She slipped into the bedroom, saw Gary, her husband's, shape under the covers. She slipped off her shoes, pulled the for fitting dress, her only clothing, up over her head.

Gary lifted the covers with one arm, welcoming her to the bed. He pulled her close, kissed her. Pushing her legs wide, he slid lower, between them. She stroked fingers through his hair.

"Merry Christmas, handsome husband. Did you enjoy your evening alone?"

"I did. The rain was a perfect excuse to leave you alone to work your magic." He looked up, along her slim, naked body. "Did you bring me my present?"

She nodded down at him, smiling broadly. "I am stuffed full for you, front and back."

His head stopped as he was lowering his mouth to her, between her spread thighs. His brows went up. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Fuck." The last word came out when her husband ran his tongue up her slit, his first long slow taste. "That's it, Gary. Suck me, taste me. Suck your creamy presents right out of me. There's four, you know."

"Mmmm. What?" His head popped up from a deeper second taste. Ginger looked down at him, already breathing faster.

"I got four presents for you. Two in the front." She wriggled her hips twice, once for each load pumping into her, and he groaned, his face twisting almost in pain as he stared up from between her legs.

"One in the back." Another groan, closer to a whine. The covers had been thrown down, but still covered his lower body. The way they moved, she knew his hips were grinding into the mattress below.

"And then another one in the front, nice and fresh, just before they brought me home to you. Unnhh! Yesss!"

Ginger leaned back, her hands in her husband's hair, as both enjoyed her gift, the gift of a loving, giving wife who knows what her own husband wants most.

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"Poor Gary."

"Yeah. Part of the job."

"His loss."

"My gain."

"Our gain."

"Yeah." Thom reached down and adjusted himself. He had been still almost hard when he pulled his pants back up. He continued to shrink as he drove toward home. The sex had been quick and lovingly ferocious. "She has to bring your coat back now."

"I know."

"Do you think she'll want that lesson?"

Nicole's hand came to rest on his thigh. She leaned in until her head found his shoulder. "I'd like that. I get to show off and my man gets to get off."

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Two women, two loving wives. Both get off, get what they need, by bringing their men a special present home for the holiday. By giving what they knew was wanted most, by following that glowing tingle in the bellies, their spines, their hearts.

May you each enjoy your own holiday as much as they have. This is an entry in the Winter Holidays contest and your votes and comments certainly appreciated if you are in a giving mood.