Christmas Story Electric Sex with my Cousin in Law

I never thought Christmas Eve would end with me on my knees in Max’s basement, collared, dripping, and begging my cousin-in-law to fuck me senseless. But here we were.
My name is Poly. I’m 26, married to Max’s cousin Alex for three years now. The family has always called me the “wild one” - the girl who laughs too loud, wears dresses a little too short for holiday dinners, and drinks her wine like she’s daring someone to stop her. Max is 29, tall, broad-shouldered, quiet in that dangerous way that makes you wonder what he’s thinking when his eyes linger. He’s the kind of man who fixes things - cars, houses, people. I’d caught him staring at me for years during family gatherings, but we’d never crossed the line.
Until tonight.
The house was packed with relatives. Lights twinkled on the massive tree in the living room. Kids ran around screaming. Eggnog flowed. I wore a tight crimson dress that hugged my full breasts and flared over my wide hips, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. Red heels. No bra. I told myself it was just for the holiday spirit. Deep down, I knew better.
Max had been watching me all night. Every time I bent over to pick up a fallen ornament, every time I laughed and tossed my long dark hair, his gaze burned into me. When our eyes met across the dinner table, something electric passed between us - sharp, forbidden, hungry.
Around 11 PM, most of the family started drifting to bed. Alex had passed out upstairs after too much whiskey, snoring like a bear. I couldn’t sleep. The ache between my legs had been building for hours. I slipped downstairs for water and found Max in the kitchen, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, pouring himself a glass of something stronger.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, voice low.
I shook my head. The air felt thick.
He stepped closer. Too close. His scent - pine, whiskey, and pure male - made my nipples harden against the thin fabric of my dress.
“Poly… you’ve been teasing me for years,” he murmured, eyes dropping to my lips, then lower. “That dress. The way you look at me. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I should have walked away. Instead, I whispered, “You’re not wrong.”
That was all it took.
Max grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the basement stairs. The finished lower level was his private domain - a home gym, a big leather couch, and a locked room at the far end that I’d always been curious about. He unlocked it now.
Inside was his secret: a fully equipped BDSM playroom. Black walls, dim red lighting, a St. Andrew’s cross, a padded bench, coils of rope, floggers, canes, and on a side table - something that made my pussy clench instantly: a violet wand and a TENS unit with pads and electrodes.
“Max… what the fuck is this?” I breathed, equal parts shocked and soaked.
He closed the door behind us and locked it. His voice dropped into a dominant register that sent shivers down my spine.
“This is where I stop pretending, Poly. You’ve been my filthy little fantasy for years. Tonight, I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to hurt you, fuck you, and make you cum so hard you forget your own husband’s name. But you need to say yes. Tell me you want this.”
My heart hammered. My thighs were slick. I’d never done anything like this - not even with Alex. But the hunger in Max’s eyes, the power radiating off him, and the aching need in my body made the decision easy.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want it. Use me, Max. Please.”
He smiled like a wolf.
“Good girl.”
He moved fast. In seconds, he had me stripped naked except for my red heels. My full breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. He ran rough hands over my body, squeezing my tits hard, slapping them until they bounced and turned pink. I moaned.
He buckled a thick black leather collar around my neck. The word “SLUT” was embossed on it in silver. Then he cuffed my wrists behind my back.
“On your knees.”
I dropped. The concrete floor was cold against my skin. Max unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was thick, long, and already leaking. Bigger than Alex’s. Veins stood out along the shaft.
“Open.”
He didn’t wait. He shoved his cock straight into my throat. I gagged hard, eyes watering instantly as he fucked my face with deep, ruthless strokes. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits. He gripped my hair and used my mouth like a toy, balls slapping my chin.
“Fuck, Poly… your throat feels better than I imagined. Choke on it, cousin. That’s it.”
Tears streamed down my face. My pussy was dripping onto the floor. The degradation, the roughness, the forbidden thrill of being used by my husband’s cousin - it was intoxicating.
He finally pulled out, strings of saliva connecting my gasping lips to his glistening cock. He slapped my face with it, then yanked me up by the collar.
Max dragged me to the padded bench and bent me over it, securing my ankles wide apart with leather cuffs. My ass was up, pussy and asshole completely exposed. He ran his fingers through my soaked folds.
“So fucking wet already. You love being treated like a whore, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned. The honorific slipped out naturally.
He chuckled darkly. “Sir. I like that.”
The first crack of his hand on my ass made me yelp. He spanked me hard - twenty, thirty times, alternating cheeks until my ass burned bright red and I was whimpering. Then he picked up a leather flogger.
The falls landed across my back, ass, and dripping pussy in stinging waves. Pain bloomed into heat. I was floating already, pussy clenching around nothing.
Max knelt behind me and buried his tongue in my cunt. He ate me like a starving man - long licks, sucking my clit, tongue-fucking my hole. When I was right on the edge, he stopped.
“Not yet.”
He brought out the TENS unit.
I watched with wide eyes as he placed sticky pads on my inner thighs, just beside my pussy lips, and two more directly on my swollen clit and above it. He connected the wires.
“Deep breath, slut.”
The first pulse hit. A sharp, buzzing electric shock rippled through my clit and pussy. My hips jerked violently. It hurt. It felt fucking incredible. He turned up the intensity, switching between steady pulses and random bursts. My legs shook. I screamed as an forced orgasm ripped through me without him even touching me.
While the electricity tortured my clit, Max positioned himself behind me.
He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. Then, in one brutal thrust, he buried every inch inside my pussy.
I screamed again. The stretch was intense. He was so thick, so deep. The electric shocks on my clit made my walls flutter and clamp around him like a vice.
“Fuck! Max… Sir… you’re too big!”
He didn’t care. He grabbed my cuffed wrists like handles and started pounding me. Hard. Violent. Primal. The sound of his hips slamming into my reddened ass filled the room. Every thrust drove the TENS pads harder against my clit.
He fucked me like he hated me and loved me at the same time - deep, punishing strokes that hit my cervix. The electricity kept buzzing, sending shock after shock through my most sensitive nerves.
I came again. And again. Squirting messily around his cock while he railed me.
Max reached forward and twisted my nipples brutally, pulling them away from my body. The pain mixed with the pleasure until I didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
He suddenly pulled out, leaving me gaping and empty. He turned off the TENS unit and removed the pads, but the buzzing sensation lingered in my nerves.
Now he brought out the violet wand.
The glass electrode glowed purple as he turned it on. He ran it slowly over my sore ass cheeks. The electric arcs crackled against my skin, stinging and tingling. He moved it lower, teasing my inner thighs, then pressed the wand directly against my swollen clit.
I thrashed and screamed. The sensation was overwhelming - intense prickling pleasure-pain that made my eyes roll back.
While the violet wand buzzed against my clit, Max pressed his cock against my asshole.
“No… wait… I’ve never-”
“Tonight you do,” he growled. “This ass is mine now.”
He pushed forward. The thick head popped past my tight ring. I cried out at the burning stretch. He kept going, feeding inch after inch into my virgin ass while the violet wand tortured my clit. The mix of sensations short-circuited my brain.
When he was balls-deep in my ass, he started fucking me with long, powerful strokes. The wand never left my clit. I was sobbing, drooling, cumming continuously. My body didn’t know whether to push back or pull away.
Max fucked my ass harder, one hand gripping my collar, choking me lightly as he used me. His balls slapped my dripping pussy with every thrust.
“You’re my Christmas present, Poly. My secret whore. I’m going to fill every hole tonight.”
He pulled out of my ass, uncuffed me, and flipped me onto my back on the bench. He secured my legs high and wide, folding me in half. Then he climbed on top and slammed back into my pussy.
This position let him go even deeper. He fucked me with savage force, his heavy body pinning me down. He bit my neck, sucked hard on my tits, left bruises everywhere. The collar dug into my throat as he choked me properly now - cutting off my air while pounding my cunt.
My vision sparkled. Another shattering orgasm tore through me. When he finally let me breathe, I was a shaking, crying mess.
Max pulled out and shoved his cock down my throat again, making me taste my own ass and pussy. He face-fucked me until fresh tears flowed, then moved back between my legs.
He entered my ass again in one thrust. This time he was merciless. He pounded my asshole while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I came so hard I nearly blacked out.
Finally, he roared and buried himself deep in my ass, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum inside me. I felt every pulse.
But he wasn’t done.
He pulled out, cum leaking from my gaping ass, and shoved back into my pussy. He fucked me through the mess, pushing his load deeper, using the cum as extra lube. After a few minutes he pulled out and painted my face, tits, and tongue with the rest of his load.
I lay there destroyed - covered in sweat, tears, spit, and cum. My holes throbbed. My body was marked with handprints, bites, and flogger welts. I had never felt more alive.
Max gently removed the collar and cuffs. He lifted me into his strong arms and carried me to a soft couch in the corner of the room. He wrapped me in a warm blanket, held me close, and stroked my hair while I came down.
“You were perfect, Poly,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I looked up at him, voice hoarse. “I did too… Sir.”
We stayed like that for a long time, listening to the faint sounds of the house above us. Christmas morning was coming. No one could ever know.
But we both knew this wouldn’t be the last time.
As I drifted off in his arms, sore, satisfied, and dripping with his cum, I smiled.
Best. Christmas. Ever.