Chrissy was finishing up getting ready, her makeup and hair were perfect, she had a tank top for easy access, and no panties on for the same reason. She was doing the final touches when she heard the doorbell ring, she stood up and walked out of the bedroom to get the door.

She was too slow, John had already gotten to the door and answered it.

"What are you doing here?"she heard him say. She smiled, this meant he was surprised, and he still hasn't seen the whole thing yet.

"Chrissy and I are gonna hang out" Brittany said pushing past John like he wasn't there. He turned and looked at both of them as they started talking, shrugging he shut the door and walked into the kitchen. "What are you guys gonna do?" He asked.

"Not sure yet..." Chrissy responded.

Nodding his head, he walked away from them and went and sat on the couch. Chrissy turned to Brittany and they started talking about random things to pass the time.

"I need some courage" Chrissy whispered to Brittany, pouring herself a drink.

Brittany giggled, "I don't, I've wanted to do this for a while"

They looked at each other, then made their way to the living room, and sat one on each side of John.

"What's up?" John asked, surprised.

"Shut up" Chrissy said, to which John instantly complied.

"Come here you" Brittany said to Chrissy leaning over John towards Chrissy. Chrissy leaned over towards Brittany, and Brittany grabbed her by the hair. She turned Chrissy's head and John could see the mixture of pain and pleasure in Chrissy's eyes. She had always said Brittany was the best hair puller.

Brittany started to kiss Chrissy, tongues swirling in each other's mouths, taking turns biting each other's lips. Brittany's right hand wrapped itself around Chrissy's throat just how she liked it, they'd done this enough to know what the other liked. After a few moments, Brittany moved her hand down Chrissy's throat and over her chest, snaking her way through the low cut tank top and started massaging her tits. She rubbed a finger around her nipple causing Chrissy to softly moan in pleasure.

Stopping, Brittany took off her shirt, this was Chrissy's cue to follow suit. Chrissy crawled across John's lap and started licking and sucking Brittany's nipples. One hand resting on the back of Chrissy's head, and the other running her fingers through her own hair.

"Fuck that feels good, this is hot..."

John just sat there in stunned silence as he watched his wife suck and massage Brittany's tits. Chrissy finally stopped and rolled over on her back lying across John's lap. Brittany started kissing Chrissy deeply while playing with her tits.

"Finger my pussy" Chrissy said to John. Without thinking he stuck his hand down the front of her pants, finding no panties, and a wet pussy. He rubbed her clit, then put his fingers inside of her then back out. He did this feeling her tremor as he brought her close, Brittany rubbing and pinching Chrissy's nipples. Chrissy reached up with her left hand pulling Brittany to her, kissing to quiet her moans, her right grabbing onto John's arm. She came, hard, this was new, it made it that much hotter. She could feel John's hard dick pressed into her back.

Brittany stood up and walked to end of the couch where Chrissy's feet were.

"You ready?" She said with a wry smile as she slowly pulled Chrissy's pants off. She nodded knowing it didn't matter if she answered. Brittany climbed between her legs, and pulled her hair behind her ears. Sticking two fingers into Chrissy's pussy, she hooked them up to find her g spot, rubbing her inside. She lightly flicked her tongue on her clit swirling and up and down motions. Chrissy started tremoring again and arched her back, she was already cumming, Brittany really knew what she was doing. Chrissy screamed and moaned as she came. Brittany sat up and smiled admiring her work. Chrissy breathing heavily turned and looked at John.

"Merry Christmas, what next?"