“It was good of my parents to take our two children to Alton Towers. They will be able to see all the Christmas decorations there,” John remarked as he came up behind Janet, his blonde, playful wife, whom he often called JJ.

She was looking out the kitchen window at their well-kept back garden, which, in the summer months, was a kaleidoscope of colours. But now, in the run-up to Christmas, it was nothing more than a mismatch of green, brown, and grey. However, the pear tree at the bottom of the garden had given her an idea.

“John, I know what we can do,” JJ giggled, deliberately flashing to her husband the hotwife anklet that she wore around her right ankle. With a lopsided smile, she suggested, “I have a little game to play, which will end up with us in the garden.”

“It's the wrong time of year for gardening,” John reminded his wife. Unlike Janet, he was a keen gardener.

“Not for the type of gardening I want to do!” JJ exclaimed, without expanding further… Janet’s hand dropped to check her husband’s current state of arousal.

“You know the song ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’?”

“Yes,” John replied, unsure, although enjoying JJ’s touch.

“Well, I have my own version. It is called ‘The Sex Days of Christmas’.  

“I don’t know, JJ… the children are only away two nights, not twelve… or even six!”

“Two nights and one day,” JJ teased while rubbing her husband's cock.

“Are you seriously suggesting that we have sex twelve times in that time?” John questioned, slightly shocked.

“Well, I will manage it…” JJ giggled, “And don’t you like a challenge?”

John sensed his wife was teasing him.

“Or, maybe I should ask Richard, our next-door neighbour—I'm sure he would help you out!”

It was a comment that had her husband’s cock stiffening in her hand.

“I take that as a yes, then!” She knew that her husband liked the thought of her being with another man… But she also knew he had made their hunky neighbour off limits by not giving his approval, unless she cheated with Richard—and then told him all about it afterwards!

That was something they both knew she would never do.

“JJ, you know how I feel about Richard, but what do you have in mind?”

Leaving his cock hanging there, Janet went to their children’s toy cupboard and retrieved a twelve-sided spinning top and then wrote down a list of twelve sexual suggestions loosely based on the well-known song.

She showed the list to her husband, who frowned.

“John, see, there are a few suggestions where you get a rest,” JJ giggled and then added, “But I get to spin the wheel.”

John was a little shocked but agreed to play this Christmas version of the hotwife game. Janet spun the wheel, and it landed on the number four.

The list read, point four – Dress as a call girl and be picked up off the street—then fuck!

“I'd better change…”

An hour later, JJ nervously stood there outside Somertyn Manor, dressed in something way too short for the cool evening. The red Christmas lights illuminated her as she shivered with both nerves and the chill of the evening.

It was a relief when her husband’s car pulled up, and the passenger’s window slid down.

“How much? I want the full works?” John’s voice intentionally carried the accent of a gruff man looking for sex.

JJ gave a number, and he suggested one back and then said, “Get in.”

Janet did as instructed, trying not to giggle, and turned the car’s heater up before they exchanged the payment.

“Do you know where to go?”

“Yes, and call me JJ.”

“I’m Joe.”

Ten minutes later, they were parked up on waste ground. JJ rode her husband’s condom-clad cock, being a client, and despite his protests, “Joe” wasn’t allowed to go bare.

After a satisfying climax, the couple kissed and chuckled, though Janet told her husband that she thought that she was worth more than the ten pounds he had offered!

“Right, let's get home. I need to spin that wheel again.”

John could not help thinking, “Already!”

The wheel landed on seven, ‘Fuck in the Bath’.

“I go and run it,” JJ enthusiastically suggested, her long legs carrying her quickly up the stairs and capturing the gaze of her husband. They had never tried to have sex in the bath before.

Twenty minutes later, they were splashing around, JJ’s mouth resuscitating her husband’s cock. Her long blonde hair was tied back, as she didn't want it wet, while John's hands caressed his wife's breasts, his fingers brushing her sensitive nipples.

“How are we going to do this?” he asked, his cock stiff and waiting.

“From the rear.”

Janet turned and offered her wet and needy opening while she was kneeling in the bath.

John lined up his impressively sized cock, thrusting in one fluid motion into his wife’s wanton bald pussy. They fucked and giggled like teenagers as the warm water splashed everywhere. The coldness of the tap probed John’s arse every time JJ pushed back. 

Then, in a cacophony of splashes and groans, John ejaculated into his wife, an action that produced another sound—laughter—as they looked at the flooded mess in their bathroom.

“And we tell the kids off for making a mess,” Janet observed.

“Well, we don’t need to move far to clean ourselves up,” her husband replied, being more practical.

The next morning, JJ’s head was again bobbing on her husband’s cock, reviving him.

“Can’t we have breakfast first?” John questioned.

“I’m having mine,” his wife giggled, before continuing to fellate her husband.

“Aren’t we doing the list?”

“I already have. It was number five, fuck me, wearing a cock ring.” She then teased, “If you're not up for it, I can always see if Richard is interested.”

With the cock ring in place, John rolled his wife onto her back and fucked her until her toes curled.

That afternoon, the Joneses fucked twice more. First, they spun an eight, which led to JJ dressing in a milkmaid’s uniform. Then a nine, which had Janet teasing John as she gave him a lap dance to the sound of Sade's "Smooth Operator.”

They ended up fucking on the lounge floor, next to the Christmas tree.

However, it was late that evening when Janet enthusiastically called out, “It’s a one, John! It is time for you to fuck me under the pear tree while I’m dressed like Father Christmas.”

“What?”

“Well, I may have added that last bit, but I want to wear a uniform.”

As her husband watched on, Janet stripped off all her clothes.

With JJ giggling and wearing nothing more than the Santa Claus outfit and thick socks, she stepped into her black wellies. Then, on seeing John’s hesitation, she chuckled, “Come on. I told you we would end up in the garden.”

“But it’s cold, there's snow on the ground, and we will be seen by Richard!”

“I know,” JJ giggled, “but that's a good thing – it will make him aware of what he is missing.”

John looked outside… It might have been night, but the pear tree was currently illuminated with Christmas lights. Richard would only need to look out of his window.

“Come on, we only had sex five times so far. Let’s make it six, and then we are at least halfway.”

“JJ, the children are due back first thing tomorrow.”

“I know, so let’s make the most of this… We can do the other six next time our children are staying with their grandparents.”

With those words, Janet ran out into their snowy back garden, John trudging slowly behind her.

Whilst under the pear tree, giggling, JJ opened her red ‘Santa’ jacket and dropped the trousers until they hung around her wellies, then deliberately flashed her naked body towards their neighbour’s house.

“What are you doing?”

His wife giggled, “I’m showing Richard what he is missing.”

John was unsure. JJ knew that their neighbour was out of bounds, unless she chose to cheat on him. While his cock was willing, his testicles felt drained, raw and abused.

And yet, his wife was there – naked – her alluring body drawing him into a loving embrace, his cock finding her warm, inviting opening. They started to move slowly together, making love.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs Jones.”  

“Merry Christmas, Mr Jones… I love you…” She then giggled, “Did I mention Richard is staying at his parents' over the Christmas period?”

“Of course he was,” John thought as he grunted and came in his wife for the sixth time! His balls now felt the size of two shrivelled raisins.

As they continued to entwine, Janet’s hot breath whispered in her husband’s ear, “What do you want for Christmas?”

“A rest!”

His instant response caused JJ to giggle, knowingly…