“Hey there,” Diane said as she walked into the family room, stopping under the ceiling fan that had the mistletoe hanging from it, not that I was going to tell her.
“Hey,” I answered noncommittally.
“So…I didn’t tell her what you did in the workout room,” she said from across the room.
“No? Thanks. That was kind of stupid of me.”
“No worries. I could tell you were kinda turned on. Not that I blame you after what I saw in the kitchen.”
“Yeah. Sorry you saw that. I didn’t realize you were coming over so early.”
“Well, it happens. Nancy didn’t seem overly upset, just wondered how much I saw.”
“How much did you see?” I asked quickly.
“Oh. Enough. Actually more than enough,” she said with a grin, just standing there. “Guess Nancy wins.”
“Huh?”
“She bet me that you’d try to pretend that this doesn’t exist,” she said looking up at the mistletoe.
“You were talking about mistletoe?” I asked surprised.
“Among other things,” she said with the smile still glued to her face. “Have to admit that I liked what I saw.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Oh, I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about seeing that big fat dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy. THAT was worth watching.” All I could do was sit there and blush. “So you going to come over here and put this mistletoe to good use?”
“I don’t really think…”
“She said you’d try to wiggle out of it. No, it’s here, so you gotta come give me a kiss.” When I didn’t move, she added. “I’m not going anywhere until you do. And if I’m still here when Nancy comes out of the bathroom… well, I just might be forced to tell her just exactly what you were doing while you were watching her ass on the bike.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would,” she said as she reached for the waist of her pants. “By the way. I’m not wearing any panties either,” she said as she pushed her pants down part way, the elastic band around her hips so that her completely shaved mound and about half of her ass were showing. “Come on. Come give me a kiss.”
“You’d really tell?”
“In a heartbeat!” she said emphatically.
I groaned and put my recliner down. I got up and walked to where she stood. “I’m doing this under protest,” I said quietly. I leaned my head down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “There.”
“Uh uh. Not so fast there stud. THAT wasn’t a kiss. I want a real kiss. A real honest to God I wanna fuck your sexy body kiss.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. After watching you today, I’m so fucking horny I’m ready to throw your ass on the ground and fuck your brains out,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me towards her. She pressed her pelvis against my cock and her tits to my chest while lifting her face towards mine.
“She wants me to kiss you, does she?” I whispered.
“Uh huh. She bet me you’d try to wiggle out of it,” she whispered a little breathlessly.
“Fine,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. I pulled her to me and let my fingers slip into the half pulled down pants, squeezing her butt cheeks as I pressed my lips to hers. She moaned softly into my mouth as she slipped her tongue in as well. Her hands squeezed my butt and pulled my hardening cock against her body. I let my fingers dip deeper into her stretchy pants, the tip of my finger finding her very wet pussy lips. I pressed the tip between her lips and just barely into the entrance to her depths.
“Oh God damn,” she breathed, pushing her ass out at my hand, trying to push me deeper into her. “I wish I could get my husband to kiss me like this.”
“Sorry. That’s as far as I can take it,” I whispered back, half tempted to pull her pants all the way down and fuck her. Not that I really would, but it was still a damn tempting thought.
“Maybe next time I won’t wear a bra either. Imagine how horny you’d be with two sets of tits to watch.”
“Imagine how horny I’d be if I was watching them without a shirt too,” I said, letting my horniness get the better of me. “But we both know that won’t happen.”
“No. No, it won’t,” she whispered, letting her grip on me relax. I pulled my hands from her pants, and she pulled them back in place. “Thanks. For the kiss,” she whispered before moving away from me. She walked towards the garage door and turned just before she got to it. She reached down and pulled her shirt up, along with her bra, and revealed her bare tits, each round firm orb, maybe a C cup at most, and her rock hard nipples. Without another word, she turned and walked out the garage door and closed it behind her.
I shook my head. She’d been coming over two or three times a week for almost two years, and I never ever suspected she had any sexual thoughts about me. But then, I wasn’t sure what had come over my wife the last few days either. Women were just so damn complicated.
My wife walked out of the back in one of her nightshirts a few minutes later. She climbed into the chair with me, half laying on me, her hair still wet. I could tell she didn’t have a bra on under the night shirt, which wasn’t unusual, but the look on her face said she was keeping something else from me. “Did she get her kiss?”
“You really wanted me to kiss her?”
“It was the least you could do after what she saw in the kitchen,” my wife said with a giggle.
“She told you?”
“Actually, I saw her about the time you were putting something big and hard someplace. I wasn’t sure how long she stayed though.”
“According to her, long enough,” I answered.
She chuckled. “Well. I was much too turned on to stop you at that point. I hope she enjoyed the show.”
“She seems to have.”
“So. Do you want an early Christmas present?” she asked with that naughty grin on her face she’d had most of the last couple days.
“An early present?”
“Uh huh. I’m not sure I could give this one to you with everyone watching,” she whispered before she pressed her lips to my cheek. “It’s special only for you,” she whispered before kissing and flicking my earlobe with her tongue. “So do you want it?”
“Of course,” I whispered back, feeling a chill go down my back as she flicked my earlobe again and then blew gently into my ear, clearly trying to tease me. “Do I need to do anything for it?”
“Actually, yes. Strip for me.”
“Strip?”
“Uh huh. Take off all your clothes. I know you were awfully turned on the whole time we were working out. I bet if Diane wasn’t there, you’d have been trying to pull my pants down, wouldn’t you?”
“More than likely.”
“Naughty boy. Well, take your clothes off and I’ll give you that present.”
“Okay. Going to let me up?”
“Uh uh. You just have to do it with me on your lap,” she giggled. “And I’m going to sit here and tease you until you are naked.”
And tease me she was. She kissed and licked my earlobe and blew in my ear until I had to lift my arm she was laying on so I could get my shirt off. Once I had my shirt off, she stroked and licked and teased my nipples, much like I did to hers when we were having sex. It took a bit of work, but I finally got my shorts off and ended up with her half laying on my lap. She pushed herself up so she was sitting astride me, facing me, her knees on either side of my hips. My hard-on was poking up under her nightshirt and I could feel her bare pussy lips with my now engorged shaft. She reached down and found my cock and lifting herself slightly, rubbed my head around her lips. Something was amiss. Well, at least different.