There's an old saying that life passes you by when you're not looking. We spend so much of our lives living for other people that we hardly scratch the surface of our own lives. Then, one day, you're looking back at the opportunities you missed. 

This Christmas season, I have a new man in my life. He's younger than me and has a ferocious sexual appetite. Over drinks the other night, we were watching some videos about Advent calendars.

All the little bits and bobs, the fun of poking open each little door, got me thinking. Why not make an XXX version? I would be in charge of creating a sex filled calendar for my sexy younger man. And he would do the same for me.

My mind swirled with all the possibilities. Lucky for us, we both had very high sex drives and loved using toys, oils, and, not to forget, certain candies while giving head. That was always a great time for both of us. 

But we couldn't waste any time. To pull this off, we had to get started tomorrow. My nickname for my man is Bob the Builder. His hands are magic and he knows exactly which tool to use and how deep to go. He always finishes the job and I never have to pay. 

We live in Las Vegas, so getting XXX gifts is very easy. I went and bought edible lubrication, body paints, candles, cock rings, and a cock ring with a vibrator attached to it. Also, I bought some bottles of whisky, Pop Rocks, and chocolates.

The rules were simple. Each day had to have a small gift and a sex position to try. The 24th would have the biggest gift. It could be anything we wanted to give the other person. 

Oh, I knew what I was going to be giving my sexy builder. Horny from all the sex shops I went into, my cunt was wet and dripping after I spent the day shopping.

So, before I started working on the XXX calendar, I grabbed my trusty high-speed vibrator and envisioned Bob bringing multiple men home to power fuck me while he watched.

Then, after my cunt was full of hot cum, he put his hard cock inside me, loving how the cum felt around his cock. Fucking me hard, the cum would seep out and spatter against us. Fuck, I came hard at that vision. 

Now that I was relaxed, I could get started. Day 1 was a tube of flavored lube and a note that read, “Good for one blow job.”

Day 2 was a cock ring and a note that read, “Good for watching me masturbate.”

Day 3 was a pocket pussy and a note that read, “I get to watch you masturbate.” And so forth for the other days of Advent.

As I filled in the little boxes, the notes took on a slightly darker tone. I'm usually very submissive in bed with Bob.

But there are times I like to be a brat and push my limits. I like wrestling and trying to knock him off the bed, but that usually just gives him a good laugh as he's wrapping his muscular legs around me and pinning me to the bed. I never stand a chance, and I'm usually winded after, but I feel powerful for a brief moment. 

With day 20, I couldn't fit the gift in the box, so I wrote two notes. The first one read, “Sex Swing,” and the second one, “Fuck me like a ringmaster.” To be honest, I'm so excited at the thought of being fucked like that.

Box number 23 was an assortment of butt plugs and a tube of numbing cream. Again, a gift for him to use on me. I wrote, “Do you want to fuck my ass?” on the note.

Now, box 24 was the only one left to fill.

Inside the box was a mask, a key to a hotel, and a picture of a gorgeous woman. The note read, “Pack a bag. Tonight we are going to the Four Queens Hotel, where we will be playing with Kandi.” I was beside myself with anticipation because Bob's biggest fantasy was what every red-blooded male wanted: to watch his woman with another woman and then get to enjoy both. 

The first day of Advent, we both presented our calendars to each other. Bob’s, of course, was built with precision and looked like a Victorian house. Mine looked like a third grader got into a fight with a glue gun. But, hey, it's what's inside that counts. 

The first door that I opened in the house held a silky, sexy pair of panties and a note that said, “You wear only this while I make you breakfast.” 

Each night after dinner, we opened our doors, which always led to the bed.

As Christmas grew closer, the gifts from Bob got more extravagant.

On day 23, I opened my door and inside was a beautiful gold-plated sub collar to which were attached thin gold chains with nipple clamps at the ends. I read the note. “Never doubt who owns you.” That night, Bob got the longest blow job of his life and shot his massive load down my throat. 

Finally, Christmas Eve! I was nervous but excited. We had rolled a die to see who would go first, and today it was my turn. Bob was excited, too, and was practically jumping up and down. I deliberately took my time, trying to stall as long as I could. I asked silly questions and went to the bathroom. 

Eventually, he said, “Wendy, enough already. You’re being naughty. Open it before I spank you.” 

“Well, in that case,” I said with a twinkle in my eye. I wiggled my ass and he playfully swatted me. My hands shook as I opened the door. Inside was a full-size envelope. Bob glowed with pride as I opened the envelope. Inside, I found an itinerary from Virgin Cruise for seven nights on the next voyage of the couples-only XXX swingers adventure. And with the envelope was a very sexy, very skimpy, crotchless teddy. I was in shock! 

Bob searched my eyes. I came to him and hugged and kissed him. I was so in love with him and I was so lucky to have him. Now, it was his turn to open his box, but I was anxious. He tortured me just as I had him. I watched as he ever so slowly opened the door, pulled out the key and mask, and read the note. His eyes grew large and his mouth opened. 

He turned and stared at me. “Are you serious, Wendy?” 

“I am sweetheart,” I said. 

“Tonight? We are doing this tonight on Christmas Eve?” 

“Merry Christmas, baby. Are you happy?” 

He pulled me to him, crushing his powerful body against mine. I could feel his thick cock poking against my pussy. 

He whispered in my ear. “I want you right now, naked, with my cock buried first in your mouth, second in your juicy pussy, and then I'm taking your ass. Then, we’ll go to the hotel for our Christmas Kandi.”