Advent of Sex

The crisp December air nipped at Manny's muscular bronzed face as he trudged up the pathway of their rural farmhouse, a large pine-framed box clutched under one bulging bicep. He smiled to himself, eagerly anticipating his wife Cheri's likely reaction to the surprise he had mustered for their holiday season - a 24-day Advent calendar full of naughty surprises.

As the burly 42-year-old kicked off his boots and shrugged out of his shearling coat, Cheri emerged from the kitchen, the delectable scent of gingerbread preceding her shapely figure. At 52, the silver and raven-haired beauty still turned heads - her ample bosom heaved enticingly in her tight red sweater, and her yoga-sculpted posterior filled the seams of her white linen pants.

"Hey there, handsome," she purred, slinking up to Manny and trailing a manicured nail down his chiseled chest. "Whatcha got there under the tree?"

Manny grinned wolfishly, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief as he hoisted the box. "A little something I put together for us, to spice up our holiday. I figure, since it's just gonna be us two... we might as well make some very grown-up memories, eh?"

Cheri arched a dramatic eyebrow. "Is that a challenge, mister?" She reached out to take the box, her velvety lips curling up in a seductive smirk. "I'll have you know, I've got a little surprise of my own for you, once you open this up..."

With a throaty chuckle, Manny handed over the pine box. "Well, go on then, baby. Open it up and let's see what Santa brought us this year."

Giggling, Cheri plopped down on the plush red settee and tugged the bow loose. Inside, 24 small, intricately carved wooden doors were set in a grid, each one dated from December 1st to 24th. With a coy grin, Cheri cracked open the first one.

"Oh my," she breathed, a flush creeping up her thorax as she pulled out a folded slip of paper. "It says here, 'I get to give you a hand job in the morning, and you return the favor in the evening...' My, what a naughty elf you've been!"

Manny threw back his head and laughed, his deep baritone filling the cozy living room. "Well, I figured since it's the holiday season, we could infuse a little extra magic into our days..."

Over the next 24 days, the amorous couple threw themselves headlong into a whirlwind of erotic adventures. Some mornings, Cheri would glide into the bedroom to find a steaming cup of coffee and a video of Manny pleasuring himself - his huge, 8-inch monster cock visibly twitching with every stroke of his callused hand.

In the evenings, Manny would come home to find Cheri dolled up in a lacy number (or sometimes not at all!) waiting to go down on him the moment he darkened the doorway. Other nights, they'd join in a game of strip poker or take turns tying the other up and teasing them mercilessly, until they were both panting and half-delirious with need.

One particularly memorable evening, Cheri surprised Manny with a seductive striptease in the living room, writhing sinuously to a soundtrack of breathy moans and heated innuendo. She shimmied out of her thong and bra, revealing her taut body clad only in a garter belt and thigh highs. "Merry Christmas, daddy," she growled, gracefully lowering herself to kneel spread-eagle before him. "You want these tits, baby?"

In an instant, Manny had pounced, pinning Cheri's wrists above her head as he plundered her mouth in a searing kiss. His other hand plunged between her thighs, finding her molten cunt already gushing with desire.

"You're fucking soaked for me already, aren't you, you filthy girl?" he rasped against her throat, two thick fingers pumping steadily in and out of her clenching channel. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't walk straight for a week..."

And Manny made good on his promise, relentlessly pounding Cheri's sopping twat on every surface of their sprawling farmhouse - against the barn door, in the hay loft, bent over the porch railing. He hammered his huge cock into her from behind as she scrubbed his back in the shower, grunting like an animal as water cascaded down their rutting bodies.

By the time Christmas Eve rolled around, both partners were deliciously, thoroughly ravaged - Manny's spent cock still sported a majestic 5-plus inch semi, and Cheri's labia sported a pearlescent glaze of drying cum. With the final door open, Cheri read out the directive, her voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement.

"'After dinner, we get to go at it all night long, as many times as we can handle, no matter how sore...'" She looked up at Manny from under heavy-lidded eyes, her luscious mouth curled in a filthy smile. "Think you're up for that, stud?"

In answer, Manny scooped his wife up in his burly arms and carried her bodily to the bedroom. "Oh, I'll give you a Christmas you'll never forget, baby," he vowed, his emerald gaze blazing with unconcealed lust. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, so many times..."

As he lowered Cheri to the bed and fitted his turgid length to her hungry slit, she moaned long and low, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he speared her to the hilt. "Merry Christmas, Manny," she keened, clinging to his sweat-slicked shoulders as he began to rut into her with deep, powerful thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck me all night long..."

And Manny Ray, that sexy bastard, heaved an answering groan as he set about fulfilling his wife's filthy Christmas wish with single-minded devotion, determined to give her a holiday season she'd never forget - even if she was too thoroughly fucked-out to recall it in the morning.