The Gift Exchange
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Adriana Kraft
Word Count :7421
Publication Date :2016-12-03
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-4874-0922-7
Christmas Eve—what gifts will Mack, Carol and Tara unwrap together?
What is Carol up to now? Mack has always known his free-spirited wife is bisexual, but it seems she has new adventures on her mind this Christmas season.
Carol has long entertained fantasies of a threesome with herself, her husband, and their attractive nearby neighbor, Tara. Now that Tara’s troublesome ex is out of the picture, is this the season to make her fantasies come true?
Tara’s felt a little deprived since breaking things off with her ex, and she’ll admit she envies what Mack and her best friend Carol seem to share. If they invite her to join them, will she dare?
“Life doesn’t get much better than this.” Mack Walker hugged his wife closer as they gazed at the blanket of stars enshrouding the crisp northern Minnesota night.
Carol playfully splashed heated water at her husband before sliding her hand down toward his crotch. “We could make it even better. I love our privacy. No one can see our hot tub.”
Mack chuckled. “They’d have to be nearly on top of us with night vision goggles. Our closest neighbor is half a mile away.”
“If they get that close, they might be wanting to join us for a little fun.” She squeezed his lengthening cock.
He tugged at her nipple. “Fantasies. Fantasies. But such talk does always gets us going. Your wild side comes out when you think about another couple joining us.”
“And you like my wild side.”
“Oh, look.” Her hand shot up from the water, pointing toward the sky. “Did you see it? A shooting star. Haven’t seen one that brilliant and large for a long time.”
“Maybe it’s an omen.”
“’Tis the season for omens. But I don’t think that was the Bethlehem star.”
“Hardly. Can’t believe it’s only two weeks to Christmas.” Mack nudged his wife with an elbow. “When are you going to tell me what you want for Christmas?”
Carol sighed. “I thought Santa was supposed to know without me telling.”
“Thought good girls wrote Santa letters so he wouldn’t make a mistake.”
“So now I’m a good girl?’
“A wild good girl. But you haven’t answered my question. What do you want? Somebody said there are only twelve shopping days left. Can’t wait much longer.”
“Maybe I want to be surprised this year.”
“I’m sure there will be some surprises.”
“Then what about you? What do you want?” She dipped her hand back under the water to stroke his softening cock. “Maybe there is something about that old adage that it’s better to give than receive.” She squeezed his cock, which had suddenly come back to life. “Though I must say I like receiving as well as giving.”
“So you’re not going to tell me what you want.” Mack said. He nibbled on her ear. “If you don’t stop that, you’re going to be on the receiving end very soon.”
“Hmm. Is that a threat?” She withdrew her hand again. “Well, for starters, we could we begin with a shopping spree at Victoria’s Secret. That’s always fun.”
“But will you be able to wait for Christmas morning to unwrap your gifts?”
“I’ll try very hard to wait at least until Christmas Eve. You know Tara will be home alone this year for Christmas.”
“Really?” Mack eyed his wife closely. He knew her well enough that the switch in conversation wasn’t entirely accidental. Plus she’d stopped playing with his cock. He’d wait to see what she and her closest buddy were cooking up this time.
Tara O’Daly was their nearest neighbor, having moved into the Anderson place five years earlier. Tara, the writer, and Carol, the artist, hit it off immediately. The three of them had spent lots of time together hiking, cross-country skiing and just hanging out playing board games or cards. Minnesota winters seemed to seldom end. Having a fun entertaining neighbor helped break up the days and nights.
“That’s right,” he said, “this is the first Christmas since Tara broke up with that asshole, Dereck. Don’t know how she could tolerate such an idiot.”
“Neither does she, now. At least she kept putting off letting him move in with her.”
“Thank God. Can you imagine him for a neighbor?”
“Fortunately, we don’t have to. It’s been eight months. I think we should invite Tara for Christmas Eve. Are you okay with that? I know Christmas Eve is a special time for you. Well, for both of us.”
“No, of course. We can share some of our Christmas Eve traditions with Tara. Maybe she has some, too.”
“And if we get too sloshed, she can stay over.”
“If we stay up until midnight to usher in Christmas like we usually do, the temperature is going to be well below zero. She can stay over if she wants. We’ll need to be sure she has enough presents to unwrap. But... there is one thing.” Mack gave Carol a quizzical look.
“What’s that?” The reflection from the hot tub showed her naughty expression.
“Our Christmas morning playtime. Our Christmas morning fuck.”
Carol giggled. “It’s a tradition. Do you think maybe Tara might enjoy playing with us?”
“Together?” He knew he sounded dumb. This wasn’t the first time his wife had dangled that possibility before him.
“Well, I doubt we’d need separate rooms. What do you think? Wouldn’t Tara make a delightful Christmas gift?”
He quickly decided he needed more information before answering that question. Was there a wrong answer? “So how do you know she wants to play with us?”
She ducked her head into the shadows. “We often play together... skating, cross-country skiing, board games...”
“You know what I mean. We’re talking about sex play... fucking. That’s an entirely different game.”
Carol learned over and kissed his cheek. “A very different game. A game that, if played well by all participants, has no loser.” She patted his chest. “You’ve always flirted with her. And she’s flirted with both of us. Right?”
“She excels at flirting. But flirting and actually doing it are very different things. And how do you know she wants to play?” He saw her eyebrow rise and her chin tuck lower.
“She’s told me. She’s envious. She gets quite horny since she broke up with that idiot.”
“You think she might want to play with us. With both of us?”
Mack tried to ignore his hardening cock. “So, have you played with her already?”
“Would you be mad if we have?” She gave him her best sexy pout.