The Easter Egg hunt

Each egg has a hell of a treat

Disclaimer: This story is a Chris Jackson original. All characters are 18 years old or older, and are fictional. This content is for mature audiences only. The cover was created by me, using visme.com No AI was used in the writing of this story.

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“Happy Easter, sweetheart.” I feel my wife’s lips on my forehead as I open my eyes. She loves Easter the way most people love Christmas. I don’t understand why, but I’m not going to take it from her.

“Good morning, and happy Easter,” I say with a lazy, still waking up kind of smile. “You’ve been up for a while?” My tone is inquisitive but seeing her all dolled up and in her pastel purple sundress is all the answer I need.

“I have been, but I know you need your sleep. Cinnamon rolls are in the oven.” Her smile doesn’t leave her face the whole time she speaks.

Minka lives for Easter Sunday. And she isn’t even religious.

“Well, I’m up now.” I toss the blankets aside, teasingly smacking her with the duvet cover.

Even as she giggles, she accuses me. “My own husband! Trying to kill me on my favorite day of the year!”

She’s so bubbly, so happy, that it makes me sick sometimes. But it’s a feeling I never want to get over.

As I get up, she crawls over the bed on hands and knees, and she looks up at me. The most adorable smile is on her glossy pink lips, and I can’t help but give her the kiss she’s wordlessly demanding.

The kiss is soft, tender, mirroring Easter morning’s early but bright light. Minka’s soft lips on mine make me sigh and I can’t help but run my fingers into her long, dark brunette hair.

Minka sighs back, and an adorable tumble of a growl—like a baby leopard—sneaks from her lips and passes mine.

I force myself to break the kiss, because if I don’t, neither of us will leave this room until noon.

“Wait. Come back,” Minka pleads softly, raising one hand towards me. “I wasn’t done yet.”

I chuckle and shake my head softly. “I have to be, baby. I know it’s Easter, but I’m sure there’s stuff around the house we need to do before this place is overrun with our families.”

Minka pouts and dramatically collapses onto the memory foam mattress. Her dark hair spreads across the white duvet, looking like a reverse halo. “You’re so... practical sometimes.”

Minka and I have been married for three years, and I know the signs leading up to her childishly throwing a pillow at me. I catch it easily and hold it to my chest in case she tries a second shot, but it doesn’t come.

“We did a bunch of the tidying up and baby-proofing yesterday. I designed it that way so we can have dirty Easter fun.” She winks at me, and I just laugh. I thought I had a high sex drive, but I found my match on the first anniversary of us dating.

“What exactly is in your dirty Easter plans?” I stand there with my hands on my hips.

Even laying on her back, her head just barely on the edge of her bed, she reaches out and palms my crotch over my boxer-briefs. “While you were snoozy, I hid plastic eggs throughout the house. You’ll find them as we do chores together.”

“Is that so?” I scoff for show, but I’m highly amused.

“Mhm,” Minka confirms with a nod of her head. She keeps playing with my hardening cock, but she doesn’t take it out. “I’ll give you a hint; the first egg is in the laundry basket.”

“I have to fold and put away the laundry to find my egg?”

“We’ll do it together, babe. I fold the laundry on the bed, and you put it in the drawers. Like usual. How we do the chores isn’t different from any other day… at first.”

The way Minka licks her lips after that sentence makes me shiver. My gorgeous, horny wife absolutely has naughty Easter morning fun planned. This is also a fantastic way to get me to do chores.

I turn my back to her, and as is her custom, she lazily swats my butt like a tired cat trying to catch a butterfly. “I will always do that,” she giggles. Just like she always tells me she will.

“I know, babe.” I chuckle softly, and it would sound dismissive if not for the love-struck, dopey look I know is on my face. It’s the same one she has on hers. I don’t find the repetition boring. In fact, I love it and I find it adorable. After so many years together, we’re still disgustingly sweet and in love.

Minka sits up on the bed, tanned and silky-smooth legs under her. She has that perfect Italian skin tone that makes me bite my knuckles any time I see her in anything more revealing than jeans and a sweater.

With wifey in position, I dump the hamper of clothes I brought up from the dryer last night. She begins folding, and hands them to me when she’s satisfied they have the proper creases. Minka is more meticulous in folding, but my drawer organization is tighter, better. Knowing we have trade-offs like this makes us work together instead of ‘assigning jobs.’

Just as Minka promised, there’s an egg at the bottom of the pile. A single, lavender plastic egg with a crack in the middle. The kind you can put candies or little toys in. Or in this case, sexy dares and commands.

I reach between her folded legs and take the egg. Her face is nearly splitting with a giddy smile.

Cracking the egg open, I see there’s a black jelly bean—she knows they’re my favorite—and a little yellow sticky note. I unfold the note, and I see in her elegant cursive, the words bunny mask.

I crease my brows together and look at my wife. She’s lightly bouncing on the bed now like a girl at a sleep over.

“What does it say?” She asks excitedly.

“You don’t know?” Her curiosity is genuine, brown eyes wide, and watching.

She shakes her head, chestnut-brown strands teasing her gorgeous face. “I wrote the notes, but Remy put them in the eggs, and then I hid the eggs. I want the surprise, too.”

I blink a few times and keep looking at my impish, sexy soulmate. “So, Remy, your engaged friend that lives next door knows all of the supposedly nasty things we’re going to do today?”

“Mhm,” Minka confirms as she gets off our bed and goes to the closet door, pulling it open. She pushes past her dresses and my suits hanging up, and bends down. The way she pops her ass out when she squats down has to be deliberate. She has a porn star ass and she knows it. I’ve told her.

She turns back to me, a seemingly plain, white box in her hand. “You can’t look inside the box, because there are other secrets in here as we get more eggs,” Minka teases as she puts it on the bed and opens the lid.

It’s a hinged box, and I’m on the other side of the bed, so I don’t get to see the other contents. What I do see is the white, leather bunny half-mask she holds in her hands.

“Cute, right?” Her nose twitches adorably as she scrunches her face in uncontrollable, horny anticipation. Minka puts it on and fans her hair back out to fall over her shoulders. “Cool. First egg done.”

“Where are the other eggs?” I ask as I head to the bedroom door.

“Nuh-uh. You have to find them.” Minka catches the easy trap and scolds me for it. “It’s no fun if I just tell you. Then it’s not a hunt.”

I growl playfully at my wife, and she giggles.

“I love it when you do that. It’s so ridiculous.” She follows me out into the hallway and down the stairs. “We’ll put the clean dishes away and then make breakfast?”

She poses it as a question, but that’s the order we do most mornings. I also have a feeling that there will be at least one egg between the dishwasher and the cupboards.

“What time are people coming over today, again?” It’s a weak attempt to stop me from thinking about what could be in these eggs. It’s hard to think about other things when my wife is right next to me in a fucking leather bunny mask.

“5 o’clock, as long as nobody shows up early. If they do, I’ll be a little pissed. I don’t want my Easter egg hunt to end early or be interrupted.”

“I don’t want that either, from what I’ve seen.”

Minka starts to unload the dishwasher of silverware, cups, small bowls, and plates while I put away the bigger cooking pots, pans, and things too delicate and easily damaged by the machine that I washed by hand. Once my stuff is put away, she hands me stuff to put in the cupboards and drawers behind me.

It’s in a drawer this I find another egg.

“Oh! What’s that one?” Minka smiles ear to ear under the demi-mask that’s such a contrast to her Sunday morning church service approved dress. Well, it would be if we went to church.

“This one says...” I crack it open and hand her the red jelly bean inside. “It says white lingerie.” I tilt my head up and look at the light in the pantry/dish room. “Is that the white, lacy one with the shoulderless sleeves?” My voice is a hopeful, breathy whisper. It’s the ‘special occasion’ lingerie. Birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries. It’s that kind of lingerie.

Minka grins wickedly. “The mini dress that’s perfect mix of church girl and slutty? The one that only goes half-way to my knees and is so tight I have to walk slower? Yes. It’s that one,” she says proudly before she bounds off towards the bedroom again.

I follow my wife’s path, and I hear her running at the top of the stairs as I reach the bottom. A chuckle puffs out of my chest as I wonder how I got so lucky as to have this wonderful, dirty angel as my wife.

As I start my climb, I think yet again of the total package that she is. So fucking hot, hilarious, adorably affectionate, a silky smooth voice, and damned smart. She’s a defense attorney, not a ditsy trophy wife with more sex drive than brains. Minka is everything, and she’s my everything.

At the top of the stairs, I find her discarded sundress. Further down the hall, I scoop up her black panties. The bedroom door is open, but I can’t quite see her. By the time I saunter to the doorway and lean against the frame, she’salready wiggling into it.

“Babe, can you zip the back up, please?” She looks over her shoulder, grinning at me like she’s showing me a new car.

“No.” I shake my head, the word such a casual refusal. “I like it like this.”

Minka pouts. “Fine. But you can’t take it off me unless an egg says so. You can’t touch me unless it’s on a note. That’s what makes this fun.”

“I agree. It just looks better like this.” I shrug, my hands in my pajama pants pockets. The dichotomy of me in casual sleepwear and Minka in the most sinfully innocent lingerie, the back flared open, is dizzying. “Come on. I want to find more eggs.”

Minka squeals a cute, happy sound and tries to keep up with me, but the tight skirt of the minidress doesn’t let her get full leg extension. “I’m so glad you’re having fun with this!”

I smile over my shoulder. It’s not just a horny smile, but one of actual love, affection, and joy in seeing my wife happy. Her thirst for life and these cute little games bring so much sunshine to my life. I wouldn’t have a quarter of the happiness I do now without her in my day.

“I’m having a wonderful time, Minks.” Remy’s abbreviation of my wife’s name had become one of my favorite pet names for her. As far as I knew, Remy, Remy’s fiancé John, and I were the only ones that used that name for her. “This is getting right up there with our Pot of Gold game from St. Patty’s Day.”

Minka giggles as we head down the stairs again. Unfortunately, I’m in front of her, which means I don’t get to watch her glorious ass as she goes. “Babe, your Pot of Gold game was having me follow a trail of chocolate coins until I found you in the back yard.”

I roll my eyes as we get back to the kitchen, where I pull the cinnamon rolls out of the oven just as the timer goes off. “And? What happened when you found me?”

She giggles as she opens the fridge. “You ate me out in broad day light until I came, and then you brought me a Guinness.”

“Yeah,” I say like this was the most important thing ever. “That was a pretty good game, I thought.”

“It was pretty great. Remy didn’t even let us know she was watching until she started clapping.” Minka laughs—very unlady-like—at the memory.

Remy, John, Minka, and I have a very interesting friendship. We have one hell of an exhibitionist/voyeur relationship with each other. We’re not fully swingers, but we’ve never shied away or hid from each other. Purposefully leaving our curtains facing each other’s houses open while we walk around naked, and skinny dipping in their backyard pool are common events. Strip poker with the four of us is another favorite past time.

“You cooked yesterday. It’s my turn today, so scootch.” Minka gently pushes me away from the fridge and takes my spot. Holding onto the fridge door, she bends down and grabs the egg carton. “It sure is cold in here!” She announces pointedly, making me wonder what the fuck she’s up to. “I wish I had an extra layer or something.”

There was no way in Hell I can miss that hint. I lean back and look down. There isn’t a stitch under her white minidress. “Commando, babe?”

She looks back at me with the dumbest, but cutest grin. She has too much damn fun with this. “The egg said white lingerie, and I don’t have any white panties. Rules are rules.”

The dress has a white bust under the delicate lace, meaning she doesn’t need a bra. That tube of a dress is all she has on.

Minka closes the fridge and opens the egg carton. She gasps exaggeratedly and slaps her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my God! It’s another egg!”

I chuckle at her doing some Dora the Explorer level of acting, like she doesn’t know where every egg is.

She cracks it open, and her excitement is real because she has no idea what the challenge inside is any more than I do.

As Minka reads it, her eyes light up. “Oh, this is a bad one.” She hands it over for me to read.

Blowjob in front of Remy and John window. That actually makes me swallow. We’ve been skinny dipping with them, nude tanning, strip poker. It’s always been nudity. Never… never something so sexually exhibitionist.

Minka’s hand finds the outline of my cock in my pajamas bottoms and she starts to palm it, bringing a bit of blood flow. “If it’s too much, you can tell me.” Her whispered words hit my chest as she leans forward and kisses the fabric of my shirt.

“Do Remy and John know? Is this going to cross some sort of line? Because I can handle it, but I don’t want to lose our two best friends and make things weird with our neighbors.”

Minka’s smile is soft and understanding. She isn’t teasing or rolling her eyes, and it’s one reason why I love the woman. We do some hot, nasty things together, but we’re both still emotionally aware of each other.

“Would it help if I told you Remy has an egg hunt for John going right now, too? We promised not to read each other’s dares in case we each got one like this. But… her eggs have some overlay with us, too, I think.”

I chuckle with a you’re unbelievable smile. “That does help, actually. If you and Remy are on board, there’s a lot you two can get me and John to do.”

Minka smiles victoriously and lets out a cute, “Yay!” She goes to the living room and sends out a quick message that I assume is to Remy. I think she just told her friend and partner in Easter crime that a show is about to start.

My wife takes my hand and leads me directly to the window that looks right into Remy and John’s living room. We wait, our hands together, but I’m not entirely sure what for.

My question is answered when John and Remy walk into view. Our curtains and theirs are already tied back and out of the way. Our girls really do want an Easter to remember.

Not only does Remy show up with John in tow, but it looks like they have mimosas. And garden chairs. Remy is ready for this.

John’s dressed in casual sleepwear like me, but Remy must have had a lingerie egg, too. The petite, toned thing is wearing an open black satin robe that only goes to mid-thigh, black lace panties, and a matching bralette.

“Damn, she’s hot,” my wife murmurs about her own best friend. “John’s a lucky guy,” she teases.

“So am I.” My own view is pretty damn good as my wife squats down in front of me, pulling my pajama bottoms with her as she goes. I take my shirt off myself and drop it to the carpeted floor.

In just two seconds, I’m standing in a window with just black briefs on, my wife pressing her lips to the outline of my bulge, and our neighbors watching.

I ignore our crowd of two and focus on Minka, making out with the soft micro modal of my underwear. Her tongue traces my shape, her plump lips wrap around it. She hums and coos as if John and Remy can hear from their house. But the audience and Minka’s noises make this more intense for me.

“Are you ready for our friends to watch me take your cock in my mouth?” Minka asks softly, her warm eyes glowing with exhibitionist heat. “Because I am so ready to be watched.”

With that, Minka sinks her fingers under my waistband and pulls it down, letting my hard cock breathe.

It doesn’t boing or flip or anything like that. My cock stands straight up at attention for my wife, and she instantly runs her tongue up the bottom vein to the tip. No teasing kisses.

Minka is unapologetically hungry for my cock this sunny Easter morning, and I’m happy to let her feast with my hands in her hair.

Someone might look at my stunning defense attorney wife and think she might be a little demure. They might think she would want a little guidance.

But she doesn’t. She doesn’t need help from anyone on how to please her man. Remy and John have seen her naked body, like we’ve seen theirs. But they’re about to see one of the one-hundred reasons I will never stray from Minka.

Minka is a dream in her frilly white lingerie with nothing on underneath and that white leather bunny mask still on. Those eyes burn right into my heart as her tongue flicks at my frenulum over and over, making me hiss her name.

I watch Minka watching me, that pleased smile on her face she gets when she knows I’m putty in her mouth. She could make me blow my load right now with our friends watching.

Her eyes shift to the window, and I follow them. Across our yards, Remy and John are clearly affected by our show. John’s hand is in his fiancée panties, and Remy’s hand is wrapped around his hard cock, dutifully pumping.

No lines are crossed, but I think a new door has been kicked wide open.

I look back to Minka as she sinks more than half of my cock into her throat. Her eyes beam with pride even as a bit of spit escapes the corner of her mouth.

“You are so perfect, babe. Sucking my cock so good while our friends watch. They’re touching each other watching you slobber and devour your husband’s dick. It feels good, doesn’t it? You like being watched? Do you want more occasions to do this? Would you like us to watch Remy and John some time?”

“Mhm,” Minka moans, her answer soaked with a need to see and be seen. She reaches her hands up to cup my balls and lovingly stroke the part of my dick she isn’t slurping on.

She lets me out of her mouth so she can properly breathe, and she catches the running spit and precum mixture to slick it back over my cock.

“Jesus, baby,” I groan, trying not to fall over with light-headed lust for my own wife. “If the egg hunt ends when I cum, it’s almost over.”

Minka smiles devilishly up at me, a secret knowing in her eyes. “That might end the first Easter egg hunt of the day.”

“The first hunt?” I parrot. “What’s the second hunt?”

Minka’s grin widens as she jerks me off with both hands. Making me cum is very clearly her goal. “Once I drain your balls, and John’s cum is all over his belly and Remy’s hand, we’re going to have a combined Easter egg hunt. We have eggs hidden in our yards and floating in the pool. And of course we’ll keep looking for the eggs in our houses, but together.”

“You and Remy really planned this, huh?” My hands sift through Minka’s gorgeous chestnut strands as I carefully lead her back to my cock. “I’m more inclined to let you finish what you started now.”

Minka hums and runs her tongue over the eye of my dick. “Oh, you and John are going to cum more than once. We have some things planned for after our families leave, too.”

I lean my head back and stand there like a king, my hand still in Minka’s hair as she takes me back into her mouth again. And that’s where they stay; in her hair but not pulling or guiding.

Her warmth, wetness, and teasing suction is all perfect. She knows how to get me to blow quick, but she also knows how to edge me without fully stopping.

And I’m a gentleman. If she’s on her knees, she decides when she’s done. Just like I decide when she’s cum enough with my head between her legs, or my fingers buried in her perfect pussy.

My time’s running out as Minka softly suckles on the head, and her tongue laps under it. It’s the BJ equivalent of rubbing your head and patting your belly at the same time, and I have no idea how she does it.

“Babe, Remy and John are about to see the grand finale.”

Minka slips her mouth off me and spits on the top of my length. “Don’t cum in my mouth. Not much for them to see that way.” She shakes her head. “Cum on me. I want to wear it until it’s time to clean up for the relatives.”

The growl in my chest mixes with a chuckle, deep and possessive, proud of how my wife tells me the nasty things she wants.

Minka takes me back into her mouth to keep polishing until I’m ready to burst.

“Do you want to take the lingerie off? I can cum on your pretty tits.” She shakes her head, my cock hitting the inside of her cheeks.

I huff, entertained, when I figure out what she wants. “You want me to cum on your bunny mask, don’t you?”

She grins with my cock still slipping back and forth between her lips, those dark amber eyes gleaming at me in anticipation.

With my balls in her hand and most of my cock lodged in her throat, I groan and have to pull back. Two strokes of her soft and slippery hands, and I’m gushing, painting her stunning face and bunny mask with spurts of cum.

Once I’m done ejecting, Minka leans forward a little more and polishes my cock clean with her lips and tongue, watching Remy and John across the yards.

John busts in Remy’s hand, and she quickly leans down to start drinking the white mess coming out.

My own wife and I watch with the tip of my still-erect penis in her watering mouth.

“And you said this is just the first part of the hunt?”

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Author’s Notes:

Happy Easter, friends. I hope you enjoyed this short and fun Easter story.

It wasn’t one with a lot of hard pondering or deep, emotional takes on anything. Just a little story about a husband and wife madly in love with each other that have a bit of a showing kink.

I think it’s fun to do a story like this that has some moderate exhibitionism and nothing too crazy. There’s communication between the couples, and bridged by Minka and Remy. It’s not quite full swinging, but it’s some sexy teasing with no crossed feelings, and certainly no cheating.

It’s a bit shorter than I had planned in my head, but there’s room to continue it if people want to see more from Minka, the unnamed reader, and their friends Remy and John.

Having a fun couples’ dynamic like this is a lot of fun because it’s spicy, but there’s no risk of anyone getting hurt or lives being ruined, and honestly, that makes me enjoy it a little more. I feel like I can’t enjoy a situation if I’m asking myself, “But what about what happens after? How are they supposed to recover from this?” That might just be my empathy, but that’s how I feel.

If we do another chapter, we’ll expand on the acts, and we’ll actually hear from John and Remy, but we’ll probably stay in the main character’s narrative, or if there’s interest, we could do a Minka POV. I like trying a Female POV once in a while just to stay diverse. But that all hinges on how we feel about this potentially intro piece.