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asked.
    I nodded, too shell shocked and battered to refuse.
    She continued, seemingly intent on making sure I captured a good amount of video. Once satisfied, she rose up off him, keeping just the head of his cock in her mouth and making eye contact with me. We remained like that for what seemed a long time, but was probably just a few seconds. My wife and I, staring at each other, as she suckled on my boss’s prick.
    Finally, she looked away from me and up at Roger. He began to unbutton his shirt.  As she continued to stroke his shaft, she also helped him out of the rest of his clothes. She opened his shirt, one button at a time, pausing to kiss and lick his newly exposed chest, wetly sucking on his nipples before returning her attention to his cock. He let out a deep, satisfied rumble of laughter.
    He began thrusting his hips upward, fucking her face as much as she was swallowing him. He seemed ready to burst, but then suddenly he pushed her away. She looked at him, surprised, and maybe a little hurt, her face now twisted into a pouty frown.
    He laughed. "Don't worry baby, I just don't want to bust my nut quite yet."
     

SIX
     
    My wife smiled again and relaxed as Roger firmly pressed her onto the sofa. She was now on her back, wedged into the rear corner of the couch. Roger lifted one of her legs onto the back of the sofa and pushed her other foot onto the floor. He then positioned himself, kneeling between her widely spread legs. She was obviously excited, almost squirming in anticipation, and when he pressed his thumb into her pussy, she let out a heartbreaking mewl.
    “Damn, you’re wet for me,” he crowed.
    She chuckled. “Don’t get too full of yourself. You’ve been playing with it for an hour.”
    “The only thing that’s going to be full of me is you.”
    “Ha ha.”
    He edged forward, and began to rub his cock head up and down her very wet, very swollen slit. Her confident smirk faded and she let out a sultry moan.
    He turned to me, "Get in close, you don't want to miss this."
    I did as I was told, training the camera on my wife’s snatch, watching as her pussy lips seemed to grab at the head of his cock. She was bucking her hips up and down now, trying to capture his shaft, but every time she thrust upward he pulled back, making her groan in frustration.
    "Please, please," she whimpered.
    He peered over at me to make sure I was paying attention to my wife begging for his cock. I tried to ignore him, but that just amused him more. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a broad smile spread across his face.
    He reached back across the coffee table and seized the Santa hat, placing it on his head.
    “Are sure you deserve this Christmas treat?” he asked.
    He rubbed his prick against her swollen clit. Julie shivered in delight.
    “Yes,” she moaned.
    “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”
    She chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to know that already, Santa? ”
    He turned toward me. “What do you think Jack? Is she a naughty little whore?”
    I didn’t answer.
    “She sure looks like one right now, doesn’t she?” he persisted.
    I looked at my wife. Naked, with her legs spread, wet pussy on display, big tits and hard nipples, lipstick smudged from sucking my boss’s cock.
    “Yes,” I groaned.
    “She deserves a lump of coal,” he said. “But since I don’t have one, I’m going to have to give her something else hard.”
    I couldn’t speak.
    He rubbed her clit again. She let out a sultry moan.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off his big prick ready as I was to spear my wife’s eager quim.  His cock was leaking pre-come, the top half paler than the rest.
    “I’m going to fuck your wife,” he gloated.
    I tensed, expecting him hammer his cock into her immediately. But he waited. Dragging it out? Or giving me an opportunity to intercede? Either way, I was paralyzed.
    Julie broke the silence. “Do it,” she hissed.
    Roger looked over at me, and made sure I had the action perfectly