I heard the squealing from downstairs far too early for my liking, but then again, I guess that was one of the downsides to having converted my old ex-wife into my new trophy-wife.
Debbie had always been a little full of herself, but things had gotten unbearable last year when she’d handed me the divorce papers on Christmas day of all times!
Fortunately I had an iron clad pre-nup and and bulldog of a lawyer so I’d made out fine, but it still left a bad taste in my mouth.
It didn’t take long for Debbie to get herself in financial trouble, which gave me the perfect opportunity to take advantage of. By June she was off to what she thought was a free trip to Europe, which technically it was, but when she returned, she was very different.
Gone was the harsh, self-center, gold-digger, replaced with a new bubbly, jiggly, bimbo trophy-wife.
The giggling continued and I decided it was pointless fighting it so I rolled over and got out of bed, put on my housecoat and headed downstairs. When I entered the living room, a broad smile formed on my face.
“Morning baby!” Debbie giggled as she pushed her tits out and gave them a shake as she sat on the floor in t a sexy little xmas outfit and tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder as she did.
“Morning Debbie, Marry Christmas!” I exclaimed but side eye’d Stacy as I did so.
“Like, are these for me?” Debbie asked as seh placed her hands on one of the large pink boxes.
I nodded and she squealed and started ripping in to them. They were filled with lingerie, makeup, dresses, etc.
Stacy helped out and giggled, fawning over the presents that Debbie was receiving. When all the boxes were opened Debbie finally came over and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing her tits into my chest.
“Oh my god, like, I love it all! giggle” she said and then kissed me passionately.
She broke it off a moment later and I smiled at her, “So… what’s Stacy doing here?” I asked, nodding over to her.
“Oh my god, oh my god, like, I almost forgot! giggle” she cried out and then pranced over to Stacey and pulled her up to her feet and then wiggled her ass back over to me to with her.
Debbie wrapped her arm around Stacy’s waist and Stacey returned the favour, “Merry Christmas babe, like, here’s your present!” she said and then leaned in and kissed Stacy before both dropping to their knees.
Debbie undid my housecoat and Stacy leaned in and wrapped her lips around my dick and started sucking.
Debbie grabbed the back of Stacy’s head and started controlling her pace, pushing her down farther and farther with each stroke.
“That’s it slut, suck my hubbies cock like a good little whore! giggle” she said with a giant smile on her face.
It was a great Christmas present, but it wasn’t a surprise, after all I’d paid for her visit to the same spa that Debbie had.
Then again, they do say that the best presents are the ones you buy for yourself, and at the moment, I couldn’t agree with that.
