“What do you have in mind?”
“You’ve said you wanted to watch me get fucked, so why don’t we do that in front of the tree,” she said, a gleeful exuberance causing her voice to crack.
When she told Jason what I wanted him to do Christmas Eve, he smiled and nodded. “You know, your husband’s a strange dude,” he said, “but I certainly am willing to help him out in that department.”
On Christmas Eve of 2008, Jason had dinner with us, with the understanding that he’d contribute to our holiday tradition of sexual hijinks in front of the tree. We opened one gift apiece. Jason gave her a necklace and I gave her a giant dildo, and she swooned over both, kissing each of us in thanks. Afterwards they began making out on the couch and I suggested they move it to the floor in front of the tree. From there it went pretty naturally, with each undressing the other as I watched. In time he was my wife nude, on her back, in front of the tree and they kissed tenderly. As they did her began to stiffen and she took hold of his erection and massaged it slowly.
After a while she turned over on her back, opened her legs, and took hold of Jason’s dick, guiding it between her thighs to her pussy lips. Without further coaxing, Jake pushed his hips forward and his cock slid into her, then he began a slow and steady rhythm in and out of her splayed slit. Jason reached behind her and gripped her ass cheeks with each hand, then he pulled her against him. His fingers pulled her buns apart as he pushed into her repeatedly.
The lights on the tree shone behind them as they fucked on our living room floor, the colored lights reflecting off their naked bodies. I smiled to myself as they humped against each other, kissing while he poked into her continually. His scrotum slapped against her ass cheeks, punctuating her grunts of pleasure with the other sounds of sex coming from in front of the tree. When she came, Claire arched her back and he pushed his hips against her, draining his semen into my wife’s sopping vagina.
It made a lovely picture, and I keep it in my office where only I know it is. We are determined to keep up the tradition, but I am running out of ideas. I’ve started to look through magazines for notions, and there are still a few more months to go. Maybe something will come to me by then.