The Dirty Secret Santa

It was that time of year again: the office was buzzing with holiday cheer, and the annual Secret Santa gift exchange was about to take place. I had a dirty little secret, though—my gift wasn't so secret, and it involved my wife, the sexy vixen, Layla.

I wanted to gift my colleagues an experience, a show if you will, and my wife was more than willing to play her part. You see, Layla loved to be watched, and I loved to share her. It was our kinky dynamic, and it kept our sex life electric. So, when I suggested this plan, she was more than game.

On the day of the party, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement. I dressed sharply, wanting to look the part. Layla, on the other hand, wore a form-fitting red dress that hugged her curves and showed off her ample cleavage. The hem fell just above her knees, giving a teasing glimpse of her thighs when she walked.

As we entered the room, I felt eyes on us. I knew the anticipation was killing them, and I relished in the power I held. We made our way to the table, and I poured us some drinks, needing the liquid courage.

"So, who do you think has who?" Layla purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"We will have to wait and see," I replied, leaning in to kiss her neck, my hand sliding up her thigh.

She giggled, a sultry sound that always made my heart race. "Well, someone's feeling bold tonight. I can't wait to see what you have planned."

The game began, and as each person unwrapped their gift, the tension in the room grew. Finally, it was Layla's turn. She stood, smoothing her dress over her hips, and sauntered over to the table, her hips swaying seductively. I watched as she selected a small box, her name scrawled across the top.

She returned to my side, a curious smile playing on her lips. "Oh, this feels exciting," she whispered.

I felt my heart hammering in my chest as she slowly unwrapped the gift, revealing a small, silk blindfold. A murmur went around the room, and I saw curious, eager eyes fixed on us.

"It seems I'm to be blindfolded, and I have a feeling I know why." She bit her lip, a sexy, innocent gesture that hid the vixen beneath.

"You know the rules, Layla. Put it on, and let the game begin," I urged.

She slid the blindfold over her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "I'm all set. Now what?"

Taking her hand, I led her to a vacant chair, positioning her so she was comfortable. "Now, we wait for your Secret Santa to make themselves known."

The room fell silent, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, a deep voice cut through the quiet.

"I believe this is where I make my entrance."

A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward. He was a colleague I knew well, a friend even, with a reputation as a ladies' man. A murmur of understanding rippled through the crowd as his identity became clear.

"Ah, Tom. I should've known," Layla purred, a smile in her voice.

Tom strode over, his eyes fixed on Layla with intense desire. "I've been waiting for this, Layla. I hope you're ready for me."

"Oh, I am. But are you ready for me, Tom?" she teased, her voice a sultry challenge.

He wasted no time, moving behind her and sliding his hands up her thighs, under her dress. Layla sighed, her head falling back as his fingers teased her wet pussy.

"Mmm, she's so wet for me already," Tom growled, his voice thick with lust.

I watched, my cock throbbing as Tom kissed her neck, his hands exploring her body. He was dominant, assertive, and it only served to heighten my arousal.

"You like the view, don't you?" Tom said, his mouth close to Layla's ear. "You like seeing me take what's yours?"

Layla moaned as Tom's fingers found her clit, his other hand squeezing her breast. "Oh, Tom, you know what I like."

"I aim to please, beautiful. Now, I believe I have a gift for you too," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin.

With that, he unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. Layla whimpered.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her wetness. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he filled her, and Layla cried out, her body arching.

"That's it, take it all. Feels so good, doesn't it?" Tom growled, his hands gripping her hips.

Layla nodded, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Yes, it feels incredible. Fuck me, Tom. Give it to me hard."

He obliged, withdrawing and thrusting deeply, a rhythmic, primal dance. Their bodies slapped together, a sexy, erotic sound filling the room. Layla's moans and cries only spurred him on, his grunts and curses adding to the erotic symphony.

As their passion built, so did mine. I stood, my cock in my hand, stroking in time with their fucking. The room was alive with the scent of sex, and I knew this was a memory that would haunt my colleagues' fantasies for a long time.

Layla cried out, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching around Tom's cock. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he filled her with his release. They were a beautiful, debauched picture of passion, and I felt a surge of pride and arousal.

Tom kissed her neck, his breath steadying. 

"Now, take off this blindfold so I can see the man who just gave me such pleasure," she said, a sexy smile in her voice.

As he removed the blindfold, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. I knew this wasn't the last time they'd share such an encounter, and the thought only fueled my desire.

The room erupted in applause and whistles, the tension broken. I felt a sense of satisfaction and pride as I pulled Layla into my arms, kissing her deeply.

"That was quite the show, my love. I can't wait for our colleagues to see what else we have in store," I whispered against her lips.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Neither can I. Now, let's go home and continue this. I'm not nearly done with you two yet."

The night had only just begun, and I knew it would be a long, pleasurable one.