A Christmas Surprise Surprise

A women gifts her husband an anonymous blow job for Christmas

The studio apartment smelled of pine from the small tree Lacy had decorated in the corner. Christmas lights twinkled along the windowsill, casting warm shadows across our modest living space. I'd just gotten home from work when I saw her, my wife standing in the middle of our living room wearing red lingerie that left little to imagination, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Surprise, baby," she said, gesturing toward something behind her.

I stepped closer and my eyes widened. There, propped against the dining table, was what looked like a large wrapped gift box, except it had a hole cut in one side with red construction paper taped around it. Above the opening, written in glittery marker, were the words "INSERT DICK HERE."

"What is this?" I asked, though my pulse had already quickened.

"This," Lacy said, her voice dripping with excitement, "is your Christmas present from me and... well, from my 'anonymous' friend too. She helped me set it up." She bit her lower lip. "Go ahead, try it out."

My mind raced through possibilities. The hole was positioned at a perfect height for someone kneeling inside the box. "Lacy, who's in there?"

"Someone very special," she said, dancing around the answer. "But you're not supposed to know."

I didn't need more convincing.

With my heart hammering against my chest, I unzipped my pants and let them drop to my ankles. My cock was already half-hard with anticipation, a good deal of that driven by the fact that Lacy was watching me, eyes sparkling with amusement and something else I couldn’t quite read. I knelt down in front of the opening.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” Lacy whispered. Her hand drifted down to rest on my lower back, her nails tracing light circles in the skin exposed by my loosened shirt.

"I'm ready."

I guided myself through the hole.

Immediately, warm, damp lips closed around my shaft, soft and yielding. A jolt of heat shot through me, instantly more intense than anything I felt before. Perhaps it was because it was anonymous. Perhaps it was because my wife was watching me get a blowjob. Or maybe it was the combination of both, the delicious twist of a public and private pleasure.

Her tongue was swirling over my head as she took me deep, the suction of her mouth pulling me further down. My breath grew faster, I was so close to the edge. She was an expert at this, I realized, a practiced mouth with the subtle swells of suck and release.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. "This is amazing."

From outside the box, Lacy giggled. "I told you you'd love it!"

The anonymous blowjob intensified faster, deeper, and wetter. Within minutes, I felt the familiar tightening in my balls as orgasm approached. I grabbed the edges of the hole with both hands, pushing myself deeper into that warm, eager mouth.

"Gonna cum," I grunted.

And then I did, thick ropes of semen pumping across what I could only assume was her tongue and down her throat. But some of it escaped, coating her lips and chin as I shuddered through the aftershocks.

Panting, still semi-hard inside that perfect mouth, I pulled back.

"Holy shit," I said looking at my wife, "that was incredible." I caught a fleeting glimpse of amusement. She seemed nervous as she bit her lower lips and she turned her head looking away from me. She grabbed a blue towel and came to me, ready to help me clean up.

"So? Did you like your present?"

"Are you kidding?" My voice cracked slightly. "Hell yes! That was the best Christmas gift ever!"

"Great!" Lacy said brightly, her hands on her hips. "Because now I need to return the favor."

I blinked at her, still riding the post-orgasmic high. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she explained patiently, as if this were obvious, "my friend's husband is getting the same gift tomorrow morning from her and he won't know it's *me*. "

The implications hit me. The warmth of the afterglow faded with each passing second.

"You're going to...?" The words stuck in my throat.

"Es, exactly." Lacy's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. She squeezed my hand, but I flinched at her touch, caught myself, and that made her smile fade into something more like grim satisfaction. “It’s a little thing, just for fun, but it’s going to be pretty amazing for you both as you know. We've been wanting to try it for ages and decided this Christmas was the perfect time."

I opened my mouth to protest, but what could I say? I'd just cum all over an 'anonymous' woman who I suspected was her best friend, and I hadn't even hesitated when the opportunity presented itself.

"When?" I managed to ask, already forgetting.

"First thing tomorrow morning," Lacy said simply.

I nodded numbly and pulled up my pants, still processing what had just happened and what was about to come. She started to guide me to the living room with a cold beer in her hand.

Lacy kissed my cheek. "Merry Christmas, baby."