“Kinky Advent Passes?” Jake read with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re the one who’s always telling me I’m too ‘vanilla,’” I said, rolling my eyes. I always hated how everyone lorded their sexual prowess over me. So, I wasn’t a slut in college, big deal! “Here’s your chance to dip my toes in the kinky waters. You fill out what you want me to do and fill the advent calendar, and I’ll open one a day for the twelve days leading up to Christmas Eve.”

“And you’ll do what’s written down each day?” My husband seemed skeptical.

“And I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

My eyes narrowed as a hiccup of worry bubbled in my chest. “Anything,” I repeated, less sure of myself.

 “Have I told you that you’re the best wife in the world lately?”

I raised my chin and batted my eyes. “Not today…”

“You’re the best!”

I completely forgot about the gift after a couple weeks. We were a young couple, married right out of college and both starting our careers, so we were both busy.

“Honey…” Jake said on December 12.

“What?” I sat at my bedroom vanity to put on makeup. Jake tapped the gifted advent calendar on my vanity. “I completely forgot!” I popped open the first slot. Furrowing my brow, I gave my husband a smirk. “Really?”

The note read: ‘No-hands blow job’

He shrugged as if offering me an out. It was almost like he knew I would back out. Joke’s on you!

“Okay.” I pulled hair back into a ponytail. In a flash, he had his pants down and his half-hard cock arched before me. I reached out to grab it and gave it a dirty smile. “I bet all twelve of the cards just says ‘blow job’ don’t they?”

“Ah ah ah ahh…” he said with a wag of his finger as I gripped his shaft. “No hands, remember?”

Rolling my eyes, I put my hands behind my back. I felt like I was bobbing for apples, trying to get his tip in my mouth, but once in I had to focus and use my entire body to bob up and down on his length. His shaft felt like a spear in my mouth after several minutes of going down on him. Luckily, my husband gave me a helping hand—two, in fact.

“Mmmuuughhhgauuughhhmmm!” I gagged as he fucked my mouth as his hands gripped my face. “Gaahuughhhhmmmaaaahhhuughhhhmmm!”

He smirked down on me like he was trying to prove a point. He was waiting for me to wave him off and call it quits. He wanted me to admit that I’m the naïve little snowflake and he knew everything about this kind of stuff.

Not today!

Through tears and drool, I kept my eyes locked on his until he came deep in the back of my throat. After swallowing his impressively large load, I gasped when he withdrew his cock from my mouth.

“Are you okay? Maybe we should put a hold on the calendar…” he suggested with a guilty expression.

Wiping my mouth clean, I straightened and continued putting on my makeup. “Why would we do that?” I said in my most oblivious tone that gave my husband the most deliciously bewildered expression. “One day down. Eleven to go.”

The following days went by in a flash of excitement.

‘Sex with handcuffs’ left marks on my wrists, but God! I had never felt Jake fuck me like that!

‘Blindfold and toys’ was a torturous thrill as dildos and vibrators had their fun with my pussy.

‘Twelve edging sessions’ had me howling and a sweaty mess by the time I came.

By the time ‘Anal sex’ was opened, I was so used to impressing my husband with my eagerness that I didn’t even flinch at the notion.

“Ohhhhh fffffffuuuuuuuck!” I moaned as he slowly spread me wider. “Ooooooh shhhhit! Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh—”

“Do you want to stop—”

“No!” I blurted out before he could finish the word. “K-Keep going—oh my!”

Once my anus got used to his lubricated cock and his fingers started to dance over my clitoris, the orgasm I suffered was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life.

“Ooohhhhfuck—cumming… cumming—I’m fucking—oh, my God!” I moaned as I listened to him growl as he pounded me into the bed, pumping strings of semen between my butt cheeks.

The challenges continued to escalate in kinkiness, but nothing beyond what I expected until the day before Christmas Eve.

“What are we doing here?” I asked from the passenger seat of Jake’s car. We were dressed up for a fancy dinner that night—him in a charcoal suit, me in stilettos and a draped-neck red dress that barely covered my hips—but Jake had parked in some bar parking lot in a rough part of town.

Jake responded by pulling out the advent calendar from the back seat. I gave him a suspicious look as I opened it.

‘Play with yourself in front of strangers.’

“Are you crazy!” I rasped, my eyes wide.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He shrugged.

I did my best to give him a dirty look, but I could stop the naughty smirk on my face. I blushed like crazy as I scooted my skirt to reveal my shaved, panty-less crotch. My fingers barely brushed over my pussy lips when Jake rolled my window down and turned the interior lights on.

“Oh my God, you’re going to be the death of me…” I growled as I continued to play. We lived in southern Georgia, but it was still chilly out despite there not being snow.

“I’m right here with you…” my husband replied as I felt his fingers pluck the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my rock-hard nipples. First, I head distant comments from the crowded parking lot, and my face was on fire.

“Look—Look! You can see her tits!”

“Is she some porn slut?”

“Look at that bitch, I think she’s fuckin’ herself!”

My pussy was drenched. When the men slowly approached my window, I was too embarrassed to look. I stared into my husband’s big brown eyes and watched him give a nod to a strange man.

“Mmmmm…” I hummed a moan when a stranger’s hand cupped my breast closest to the window. “Ohhhh…”

He rolled my nipple between his fingers as another man’s warm palm rubbed up my inner thigh.

“Ahhh—Gahmmmm!” I whimpered as a man’s hand replaced mine on my clit. His touch was faster and unrelenting.

“You want it to stop?” My husband checked in.

“N-No—oh, fuck!” I blurted out as the two men brought me to orgasm. “Nnngggahhhh!”

“This sexy bitch is crazy!” a man in the back of the crowd yelled as more people gathered. “I want a turn on her.”

I wasn’t sure how it happened—everything moved so quickly—but suddenly the door was opened, my legs were spread and a big man was drilling my pussy like nothing I had ever felt before.

“Jesus—ughhhhh God! Yes! Fuck me!” I cried. The back of my head squirming on Jake’s bulging cock.

“Fuck this slut good!”

“There you go! Pound her pussy!”

My husband fondled my boobs as another strange man brought me to orgasm. “Oh, my—fuuuuck! Oh my Godddd!” I cried through gritted teeth.

“Ughhh!” the stranger fucking me moaned as he shot his sperm deep inside my pussy.

The crowd cheered when the next man helped me out of the car, and I giggled with embarrassment and excitement—I couldn’t believe I was loving the attention. Bent over in the window like a prostitute, I watched my husband unzip his pants, stroking his cock, as a massive cock crammed inside my pussy.

“Fuuuck, oh my fucking God!” I cried and the dozens of men around my cheered. The harder he fucked me the louder my audience roared. Hands groped my bouncing tits on both sides, other hands gripped my ass, fingered my clit, and yanked back on my hair—treating me like the slut I always wanted to be. “Ahhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

“Ughhh fuck, this whore’s gonna—gonna make me cum—ughhh!” The giant behind me grunted as he filled my tight sloppy cunt with his sperm, too.

“Jesus…” I panted as I wobbled on unsteady heels.

“You okay, honey?” my husband asked, one hand gripped my hand, while his other gripped his throbbing cock.

“Wonderful,” I giggled deliriously and there was shuffling behind me. My husband and I kissed through the window. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Have I told you, you’re the best wife ever lately?”

“Not toda—Ughhhhh fuck!” I groaned as the next man in line stuffed his swollen cock inside my pussy. I spread my legs and pushed my ass out to get every inch of his shaft inside me. “Yes—Yes! Fuck me like a slut!”

“You’re the best.”