Well… Maybe. Sort off. Kinda.

Its Christmas season, and the 25th is right around the corner. So we were going carol singing on the 13th and 14th o December. By the time we got home on the 13th, it was almost midnight. We woke up at around 10:00 am, had a late breakfast and even more late lunch and soon it was time to go carol signing again.

Both my wife and I were tired. We were supposed to be at the first house at around 4:30PM. But we were super lazy, so we decided to hold off from going for sometime. We had to show up, and couldn’t bail all together.

We finally decided to take a shower and get ready at around 5:00PM. From our WhatsApp group it was clear that we weren’t missing much. Folks hadn’t arrived at the first home yet. We’re ready by 6:00PM, and it looked like they were only done at the second home. So we figured we’d head on down towards the 4th pitstop and wait for everyone to join. Our estimate was that we’d have to wait 5 minutes before everyone else showed up.

Our stop? A convent in Vermillion, MN. It took us a good 30 minutes to get there. But the address provided in our group messages was an open lot. So we drove around for a while, up and down main street, before pulling into a parking lot of a local church.

As we pulled into the parking lot, we get a notification letting us that they’d just done with the 3rd stop. Which meant group was at least 25 minutes away. So there we were in the church parking lot, listening to music, checking our phones and talking.

My wife, all of a sudden says, “How’s my man?”, and strokes my beard.

“How’s my big man?” running her hands over my junk.

That got me horny. I turned to her and started kissing her. Deep. Our tongues sliding over each other. Each of us sucking the others like it’s a forbidden fruit. My hands on her tits, kneading them. Her hands over my dick.

There we were, on main street, making out, in front of a church. And it was turning us on more so than usual. So I said, fuck it, and undid my belt and brought our my dick.

My slut wife had been waiting for it, and wasted no time to go down. Her head was going up and down, the entire length of my dick. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but it didn’t matter. In fact it made things better. I could only sense her tongue as she rolled it over my head. Slurping and sucking it like she depended on it. I could feel my dick hitting the back of her throat, she was going all in.

As she came up for air, I gave her a deep kiss. I had half a mind to take it to the next level in the back seat, but I had a better plan. I pulled down my pants even further, my balls were sitting comfortably outside.

She went back down, and started sucking my balls as she stroked me. I was in high heaven. She liked the entire length of my shaft and went back to blowing me. My slut wife wanted me to cum. And she was on a mission to make me. I resisted all I could, but then failed.

I felt a huge load come out of me and hit the back of her throat. She drank it all up. She looked at me with her doe eyes, happy she could fulfill her wifely duties.

As I sat there, my dick still half erect, a napkin wrapped around it to catch any after flow, she put on her lipstick. It was a good 30 minutes before people started showing up along main street. By that time, I was done dripping. But I needed a spot to throw away my cum filled napkin.

You can probably guess where I threw it away. In the trash while after we’d done singing carols in the Convent. I guess the nuns will be wondering where that smell was coming from the next day.