Secret Santa's BIG gift [Chapter 3]

Elena was on all fours in the middle of the bed, completely lost in pleasure.

She was supposed to have thrown this toy away weeks ago. Instead, she was slamming her hips back with deep, greedy strokes onto the massive realistic dildo firmly suction-cupped to the headboard. Wet, filthy slapping sounds echoed through the room as she took its full length again and again, her juices coating the toy and dripping down her thighs.

She didn’t hear the front door open. She didn’t hear Alex come up the stairs.

When she finally opened her eyes, he was standing in the doorway.

“Alex!” Elena gasped sharply. She froze mid-thrust, the enormous dildo still buried deep inside her. Shock and shame flooded her face. “You’re home early… I swear I was going to throw it away..”

Alex’s eyes were burning with raw, intense arousal. A very obvious bulge strained hard against his pants. He looked like he was barely containing himself. He slowly stepped into the room, never taking his eyes off the obscene sight of his wife impaled on the huge toy.

“You were going to throw it away?” he asked, his voice low and filled with lust. A teasing smile tugged at his lips. “Doesn’t look like you’ve been trying very hard, baby.”

Elena’s face burned with embarrassment, but his obvious arousal sent a fresh rush of wetness around the dildo still lodged inside her.

His eyes stayed glued to her stretched pussy, drinking in every detail — the way her lips clung tightly to the thick shaft, the glistening wetness coating it, the curve of her back needed to accommodate that huge size.

“Fuck, Elena…” he breathed, visibly throbbing in his pants. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

The hunger in his voice, the obvious strain in his body, and the way his cock twitched against his slacks gave Elena a sudden, powerful surge of confidence. The shame that had nearly paralyzed her began melting into something much hotter.

Biting her lip, she slowly started moving again. At first her movements were hesitant, but Alex’s heavy breathing and intense stare encouraged her. Soon she was rocking back harder, then slamming onto the massive dildo with increasing force.

“That’s it,” Alex groaned, palming his bulge. “Show me how you’ve really been using it when I’m not home.”

Elena moaned loudly, surrendering completely. She began riding the toy with raw lust, slamming back onto it so hard that the heavy balls slapped loudly against her clit. Her breasts bounced wildly beneath her as she gave her husband the full, filthy performance.

Alex watched every second with rapt attention, his arousal plain and undeniable — the way his muscles were tense, the way his cock strained desperately against his shorts, the way his breathing had turned ragged.

The knowledge that she was turning him on this much pushed Elena over the edge.

Her orgasm hit her like a storm.

“Oh god— Alex! I’m going to cum on it!” she cried out, her body seizing violently. Her pussy clamped down hard around the thick dildo, spasming and fluttering in powerful waves. A hot gush of squirt soaked the sheets beneath her as she trembled and shook, moaning shamelessly through the intense climax.

Alex let out a deep, guttural groan as he watched her cum, his eyes dark with lust and awe.

They lay tangled in the sheets, skin warm and slick with sweat. Elena’s body was still tingling, her breathing uneven. She could feel Alex’s cock, heavy and throbbing against her thigh.

Without a word, she slid her hand down his pants and wrapped her fingers around him. He was incredibly hard. Alex exhaled sharply as she began stroking him slowly, exploring every inch of his length with gentle, loving movements.

“I was so scared you’d be disgusted with me,” she whispered, her hand gliding smoothly up and down. “I kept telling myself I was going to throw it away… but every time I was alone, I couldn’t resist.”

Her strokes were slow and deliberate. Her thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the warm precum that kept leaking from him, making her palm slick.

Alex groaned softly, hips twitching. “Disgusted?” he breathed. “Elena… watching you like that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She smiled, her hand moving with more confidence now, long, steady strokes that made his breathing grow ragged. She varied her rhythm — sometimes slow and teasing, sometimes firmer, squeezing gently as she reached the head.

“Did you like watching me?” she asked softly, her lips brushing his neck. “Did it turn you on?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “So much.”

Elena kept stroking him, savoring every reaction — the way his cock throbbed in her hand, the way his muscles tensed, the quiet sounds he made. She leaned closer, her breasts pressing warmly against his chest as her hand continued its devoted work.

“Are you getting close?” she murmured after a while, her voice gentle but teasing.

Alex nodded, breathing heavier. “Very close…”

She slowed her strokes deliberately, edging him, keeping him right on the brink.

“Then you can only cum,” she whispered, her lips against his ear, “if you say yes… that we can keep the toy.”

Alex let out a strained laugh mixed with a groan. He couldn’t speak, he was that deep in pleasure.

Elena smiled sweetly, still stroking him with long, torturous movements. “Say yes, Alex. Tell me we can keep it… and then you can cum for me.”

His hips bucked into her hand. “Yes,” he rasped. “Yes, we’re keeping it. I want to watch you use it. I want to fuck you with it. I want to fuck you while you deep throat it.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Elena increased her pace, stroking him firmly and steadily. Alex’s breathing turned into deep, desperate groans. His entire body tensed beneath her.

“That’s it,” she whispered lovingly. “Cum for me.”

With a low, guttural moan, Alex came hard. Thick, warm pulses of cum spilled over her fingers and across her stomach and breasts in thick waves. Elena kept stroking him gently through every spasm, milking him until he was completely spent, trembling in her arms.

When he finally relaxed, she brought her hand up and kissed his chest tenderly.

“That was the correct answer.,” she teased softly.

Alex pulled her close, laughing breathlessly as he kissed her forehead.

“We’re definitely keeping the toy!”, he murmured, still catching his breath.

Over the following weeks, Elena and Alex dove headfirst into their new shared obsession.

Nights blurred together in a haze of pleasure and discovery. Some evenings Alex would sit in the armchair across from the bed, slowly stroking himself while Elena rode the massive dildo with complete abandon. He loved directing her — telling her to slow down, to grind, to slam harder — his voice growing rougher as he watched her pussy stretch around the thick shaft.

One particularly intense night, Alex knelt behind her while she was on all fours. He gripped the base of the dildo and fucked her with it in long, deep strokes while whispering filthy praise in her ear.

“You’re such a greedy little slut,” he breathed, twisting the toy on the way out. “Look at how easily you take this huge cock now. I love watching you.”

Elena moaned loudly, pushing back against every thrust. “I love feeling full… so fucking full…”

Sexting became a daily addiction. Alex would text her during the day while they were in the office.

Their marriage had never felt more alive. The toy had become a catalyst — not replacing Alex, but unlocking new depths of trust, desire, and intimacy between them.

One night, after an especially intense session, they lay tangled together in the sheets, sweaty and satisfied. Elena rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I never thought I’d be able to share this part of myself with you,” she whispered. “I was so scared you’d judge me for wanting something… bigger.”

Alex ran his fingers through her golden hair and smiled.

“I love that you’re a size queen,” he said honestly. “I love watching you take that cock. I love how wet and desperate it makes you.”

As the weeks passed, Elena felt truly liberated. The massive dildo was no longer her dirty little secret. It had become a shared pleasure — a tool that enhanced their marriage rather than threatened it.

Lying in Alex’s arms one quiet evening, Elena smiled against his skin.

“I’m so glad you caught me that day,” she said while tracing circling on his chest with her fingers.

Alex kissed her forehead. “So am I, baby. It unlocked something in us and I’m keen to explore this further with you.” he whispered.

On one Wednesday afternoon, Elena was alone in the office break room refilling her water bottle when Marcus from the marketing team walked in.

Marcus was the kind of man who turned heads without trying — tall, broad-shouldered, with neatly styled dark hair, a strong jaw, and an easy, confident presence. At thirty-eight, he carried himself with charisma that made him popular around the office.

“Hey Elena,” he said warmly, grabbing a mug. “How’s the Thompson campaign going? I heard they’re being difficult again.”

Elena smiled politely. “Yeah, they keep changing their minds on the color palette. How about you? Did you finish the Q2 report?”

They chatted casually for a minute about deadlines and frustrating clients. Then Marcus glanced toward the closed door and lowered his voice.

“Hey… can I tell you something kind of weird?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Elena raised an eyebrow. “Sure. What’s up?”

Marcus hesitated for a second, then said, “Do you remember that that Secret Santa gift you received at the last Christmas party… I’m not sure how to tell you exactly, but… that was me.”

Elena froze, her fingers tightening around the water bottle. “You were the one that gifted me the dildo?“.

Marcus kept his tone low and slightly awkward. “Yes, I was your Secret Santa. But that’s not what I meant. The dildo… it’s a mold of me.”

Marcus continued, “A friend of mine works at a sex toy company. He asked me to help with some molding tests last year. I had a couple of spares lying around. Since I drew your name for Secret Santa, I thought it would be a funny prank.”

He gave a small, sheepish shrug. “I assume that you threw it away, but I just wanted to let you know anyways.”

The words hit Elena like a freight train.

Oh my god.

Her mind was instantly flooded with explicit, vivid memories. The heavy, realistic weight of the toy in her hands. The thick flared head that always made her gasp when it first pushed inside her. The prominent veins that dragged so perfectly along her inner walls. The slight upward curve that hit her g-spot with devastating accuracy. The heavy balls that slapped rhythmically against her clit when she rode it hard. All the countless times she had cum screaming on it. All the nights she had sucked on it while fingering herself. All the times Alex had watched her fuck it with abandon… while she was unknowingly riding Marcus’s cock.

A violent storm of emotions crashed through her.

Shame. Burning, humiliating shame.
Guilt for how much she had loved every inch of it.
Shock that the attractive man standing just a few feet away from her had unknowingly been inside her for weeks.
And underneath it all — a dark, treacherous throb of arousal that made her pussy clench and her panties wet.

This is so fucked up.

She had let Alex watch her ride another man’s cock. She had moaned like a desperate slut for it. She begged Alex to fuck her with it. She had told Alex how much she loved how big it felt. And now she knew exactly whose it was.

Marcus noticed her stunned silence and gave her a polite, slightly awkward smile. “Anyway… I just thought you deserved to know the truth. It was only meant to be a stupid joke.”

He picked up his coffee and headed for the door.

“I’ll see you in the 3 o’clock meeting,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just shattered her world.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Elena stood gripping the counter, heart hammering wildly, thighs pressed tightly together. Her pussy was treacherously wet.

The thought made her stomach twist with anxiety. Would he be turned on by this reveal? Or would he be angry? Would he look at her differently knowing she’d been unknowingly fucking her coworker’s cock for weeks?

How the hell am I going to tell Alex about this?, she whispered quietly to herself.