Esther looked at Bill accusingly, “How come we never went to Hawaii?” Naturally he shrugged and the rest of the family laughed.
Carla held Michael’s hand underneath the table. Her fears of an uncomfortable evening had long since evaporated. She should have known better. Her family was as solid as they came and would never go out of their way to make anyone feel ill at ease. Just as Michael predicted, there had been nothing to worry about. She pressed her head against his shoulder and then reached over and rested her hand on his lap. Suddenly in a hurry to get home, Carla and Michael both yawned and expressed their weariness. They cleared their dishes from the table and said their goodbyes with the promise to show up bright and early the next morning.
“What’s your assessment of the evening?” Michael looked at Carla briefly when they later stopped for a traffic light on the trip home.
“I think you fit in quite nicely with my family. Dad thinks you’re definitely ‘beer buddy’ material.”
“I don’t believe there’s a higher compliment from one who used to own a bar.” He kept his eyes on the road and rubbed the nape of his neck. “I hate to change the subject, but are you still intending to tell your parents about our lifestyle?”
“Yes, I just didn’t think Christmas Eve was the best time to get into that type of conversation,” she said crossing her eyes.
“This needs to be your decision, Carla. There’s always the possibility that your parents might not be as understanding as David and Tom. Of course, we know there are plenty of benefits.”
“I sensed that under the dining room table.” Carla shot him an impish grin.
“Maybe you need a lesson in ‘there’s a time and place for everything’, young lady.”
As Michael parked the car, Carla reached over and playfully pinched his cheek. “Please be advised, we have an early start tomorrow. The Campbell kids are awake well before sunrise on Christmas morning.”
“Far be it for me to fool with a Campbell Christmas tradition.”
They casually walked into the house smiling, and then raced upstairs like a couple of hormone-fueled teenagers.
“Do you want to undress me, or would you rather watch?”
Michael silently walked behind Carla and kissed the back of her neck. His sturdy hands slowly unzipped her dress and reached around to caress her flat, smooth stomach with his fingertips. He pulled her in close, purposely directing his warm breath near her ear.
“You’re all mine,” he whispered.
She could feel his hardened length behind her and heard the jingle of his belt buckle coming undone as he moved her to the bed.
Carla slipped out of her dress and sat down to become eye level with his rising member. “Please, I want to taste you, Michael.”
He nodded slowly, closing his eyes as she drew his thick, hard cock closer to her mouth. While her wet tongue laved underneath his length from the base to tip, she quickly caught a flash of pleasure lighting up his handsome face. As if she was licking frosting off of a cupcake, every inch of his soft skin was savored as she carefully cupping his balls in her hands. He slid his fingers through her wavy hair, gently guiding her head toward him, enjoying every moment as she tugged and pulled on him with her hand, watching his skin tighten with every passing second. But as she took his length farther into her mouth, he slowly shook his head no and carefully withdrew from her lips. Hoping she hadn’t displeased him, she licked a small amount of pre-cum from the tip of his cock in appreciation and sighed.
Michael unfastened her bra, revealing sumptuous, pillow-soft breasts, and moved to the center of the bed, rolling Carla on top of him. Her silky blonde hair barely tickled his chest as she began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand while carefully stroking his glistening length with the other. He gently cradled her head and encouraged her to lick and suckle his nipples, but just as she got into a comfortable rhythm, she was flipped onto her back.
His lips curved upward as he gently parted her legs and noticed a large, wet stain on the outside of the dark cotton fabric. “These are coming down right now,” he said in a low, quiet voice as he slowly removed her panties. Brushing his penis up and down her smooth, bare pussy, he teased her in hopes that she would beg for more.
“Michael, I want you inside me.”
“Be a good girl,” he whispered.
Instead of diving in with his full length, he barely penetrated her velvety folds and then pulled back. Carla fought to take on more, as Michael twisted and pinched her stiff nipples with his fingers. She placed her hands around his warm neck and mewled from the acute sensations of pain and pleasure.
“Please stop teasing me,” she begged.
His thick, taut shaft was slowly eased inside her slippery passage until penetration was absolute. She responded and rocked her hips up and down in cadence with his movement. Their need for conversation finally ended.
Carla planted her hands firmly on his bottom and drew him closer, leaving no room between them. Sensing she was about to crest, Michael tossed his head back as a deep groan emanated from his throat. With eyes closed and a throbbing clit, she moaned in satisfaction while his hot semen pulsed like the beat of a drum until he was soft inside her. Their breathing finally returned to normal as he gently rubbed his cheek onto hers and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Merry Christmas,” she purred.
*****
“Didn’t you say we needed to be on the road ‘bright and early’, Carla?”
“How early is it?” She groaned as she nestled deeper into the covers. “I was so comfortable; please come back to bed and snuggle.”
“No way, baby doll, you made a promise.”
“There are rules, even on Christmas morning?”
“Where did I put that hairbrush?”
Carla leapt from the bed and raced off to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, they were out the front door and driving to the Campbell household.
“Aunt Carla where have you been, we’ve been waiting for you!” Matt and Peter shouted in unison.
Everyone had already gathered around the Christmas tree. Carla ran off to the kitchen and returned with two cups of coffee. The base of the tree was littered with presents. A moment later the doorbell rang and Bill excused himself.
“Sorry we’re a little late, but I had a tough time getting my wife out of bed this morning. She stayed up late again doing some writing,” Richard said as he and Dana entered the room holding hands.
“You were working on Christmas Eve?” Bill asked in disbelief.
“Dana, don’t forget to get me the titles of your books,” Esther broke in.
“Not to worry Esther, I have it on my list of things to do. Richard, may I have some coffee please?” Dana asked with a weary look on her face.
The kids tore into their stockings that miraculously had appeared overnight. Then, in family tradition, Bill began to hand out the gifts one by one. Predictably, most of them were for the kids. Midway through the process, Bill handed a wrapped box to Carla. The card said it was from Michael.
“How did that get into the stack? I thought we had decided not to get anything for each other.” Carla gave Michael a surprised look.
“Well, I suppose I broke my promise. We can discuss my punishment later,” Michael whispered back.
Carla’s hands shook as she carefully opened the small velvet box that held a beautifully handcrafted silver ring.
“I had it made while we were in Hawaii by a local jeweler. I hope you like it.” Michael held her hand and slipped it on her finger.
“Michael it’s beautiful. I’ll wear it forever.” She leaned over and kissed him.
Bill dug back into the pile, making sure the grandkids were kept busy. A little while later, he found a box with Michael’s name on it, and a card attached that said it was from Santa Claus. Matt and Peter ran over with a quizzical look.
Matt the oldest said, “What did Santa bring you, Mike?”
Michael peered at Carla and smiled. She leaned in
so no one else could hear. “Trust me it’s not a spanking implement.”
He carefully opened the box and peeked in. Inside was a note. “Follow me to the basement,” it read.
“We’ll be right back,” she announced to the rest of the family.
Carla led him down the hallway to the basement door. “Michael I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”
Michael opened the door and heard a few muted whimpers. Carla turned on the light and sitting in a cage down at the bottom of the stairs was a yellow lab puppy. Michael wasted no time and raced down the steps. He opened the cage door and grabbed hold of the puppy, immediately carrying the newest member of the family up the stairs.
“Carla whatever possessed you to do this?” he asked, laughing.
“I overheard you telling Richard in Hawaii that your family never had a dog. You had such a sad look on your face, that I figured it would be the best gift for you. So I went to the local kennel and it was love at first sight. I know we’re both busy, but I’ve already worked out dog-sitting agreements with Matt and Peter. Even Dana said she would pitch in, knowing that Floyd would love to have a little cousin.”
“Carla, I absolutely love him. Just the idea of how much thought you put into this gift is overwhelming.” The three of them reentered the room and, eventually, the entire family gathered around to greet the new fur ball.
“Did you name him yet, Mike?” Peter yelled out.
“No, but I’m certainly open to suggestions. What do you think I should call him?”
Peter pondered for a moment. “I don’t know. How about Wally?”
“Wally it is.” And with that, everyone wanted a turn to hold him. There were even a few toys hidden under the tree for the newly adopted male of the household.
By the time all the presents had been unwrapped, it was already close to noon.
“Hey Mike, is it time for a beer?” Bill asked. Carla smiled, pleased to see her family embrace the love of her life.
Christmas dinner was always served mid-afternoon at the Campbell house. All the women were gathered in the kitchen and the aroma of turkey cooking wafted throughout the house. Matt and Peter kept Wally busy, and the guys watched basketball while drinking a beer or two.
Just before everything was ready, Carla pulled Michael aside. “Michael - or should I call you Mike like my dad does?” She laughed. “I just wanted to make sure you know how happy you’ve made me these past couple of months.” Carla kissed him for emphasis. “I know this isn’t your holiday, and I appreciate you celebrating our traditions.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a group so special and loving to each other. Someday I will share with you how I grew up, but not today. Between you and your family, everything is much too perfect.” Michael put his arms around Carla and hugged her tightly.
“Be a good boy and tell the rest of the men that dinner is ready.” Carla’s voice was firm but sweet.
“Is that an order?” Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It just might be the only one I get away with today.”
Compared to the morning, the afternoon was equally as exceptional. The conversation became pretty calm as the day wore on. Everyone seemed to be running out of steam due to the early start.
“Michael, you and Wally were the hit of the day.” Carla beamed petting the puppy’s head as they drove home.
*****
“How much fun did you have on this holiday, my little princess?” Richard asked as he walked past the bed and grabbed Dana by the waist.
“It was almost surreal for me. You kept volleying my mind back and forth from woman to little girl.” She giggled, snuggling into his lap. “Which reminds me - I didn’t thank you properly for all the new crayons and coloring books.”
“Don’t thank me, Sugar Pop. Santa brought them.” He winked and tapped her on the nose.
“I would love to be a big girl tonight, if it’s okay with you.”
Without another word, Richard reached under her short, flirty skirt and lowered her cotton panties down to her knees.
“Aren’t you going to take them all the way off?” Dana whispered in his ear.
He flipped her over his knee and gently rubbed her behind.
“I thought we might start a new tradition. Instead of a birthday spankin’, it’s a Christmas spankin’.”
“But I’ve been such a good girl today,” she pouted. Her behind twitched as the first smack was applied.
“Okay, then I’ll give you a good girl Christmas spankin’.” He gently rubbed and spanked both sides of her behind, keeping the blush an even color as his smile widened.
Dana’s moan was audible as she nuzzled her face on the soft comforter. Her pleasure was obviously building, along with the moisture in her tender pussy.
“You can tell me you don’t like this, but your kitty says otherwise.” Richard grinned as he traced the wetness forming in her soft folds.
“Mmm, maybe I should slip on some heels and bend over the bed. Would a ‘backdoor’ Christmas spanking interest you?” Dana moved off his lap and slipped into a pair of five-inch high-heeled patent shoes, giving life to her favorite daydream. Keeping all her clothes on with her panties down around her knees, she slowly and seductively bent over the bed.
Richard moved behind her and gently lifted her skirt.
“Are you sure you were a good girl today?” He took a deep breath, and tenderly smoothed the glow on each cheek of her beautiful, rounded bottom.
Dana looked over her shoulder and slowly shook her head no. Richard paused, and applied the back of his large hand four times to her already rosy behind.
“My angel is nice and slippery.” His finger met with her drenched skin and spread it over her anus, slightly pushing and teasing the soft rim.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” she purred watching him reach for the gel lubricant on his end table.
“Now, are you going to behave and let me in? Or am I going to have to give you another type of spankin’?”
“I’ll behave.” Her voice was muffled by the comforter.
Richard’s glossy finger entered her gently as she relaxed her muscles, and his digit slowly disappeared inside her. Dana moaned in pleasure; he knew her anal fantasies better than anyone and added a second finger to widen the area. Gradually pumping them in and out, he prepared her for his entrance.
He added more of the heavy gel, and her small crinkled hole began to spasm as he swirled his finger around and around in an attempt to tease her.
“Touch yourself, baby doll. I want you slick and happy.” His voice was low and hoarse as he fisted his erection using the thick lubricant.
Dana lowered her fingers and circled her clit, which was now drenched and swollen. She looked over her shoulder once again with pleading eyes for him to continue.
“Are you becoming impatient?” he asked, pressing his thick tip to her anus.
Dana furiously swirled stiff, wet fingers around her clitoris, rubbing up and down as she squeezed her eyes shut and willed him to enter her.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he ordered. “You be a good girl and wait for me.”
“Richard, I can’t. I can’t wait.”
He smacked her hard on the ass, as he inched his way inside her. She tried to concentrate on every possible item in the room to get her mind off the climax that was seconds away. But as Richard continued further into her bottom, the combination of pain and pleasure was almost too much.
“It’s Christmas. Have a heart,” she wailed as he fully seated himself inside her rectum.
“Hold on darlin’ and move with me,” he mumbled, out of breath, driving the full length of his hard cock deep while holding on to her hips.
Dana closed her eyes tight and bit her lower lip as he fucked her hard and fast.
“If you don’t come right now, I will take you back over my knee and give you the spankin’ of your life,” he whispered breathlessly, knowing it would take her over the top.
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nbsp; They both let out a loud groan as Richard sprayed into her depths, continuing to hold on tight. As her head lifted for a peek at their reflection in the mirror across the room, she teetered in her heels and laughed.
“I’m way too heavy to be lying on top of you, Dana; I need to get up.”
“No, please don’t move. this is almost my favorite part.”
****
“I hope you don’t mind me stopping in today before work. Are you feeling okay or just tired from the holidays?” Carla carefully took the steaming cup of coffee from Dana’s hands and sat down at the kitchen table.
“Don’t be silly. I love when we have coffee together,” Dana answered, passing her the cream and packet of sweetener. “I’m feeling okay, but maybe a little more tense than usual.”
“Is it your job at the newspaper, or the new book you’re writing?”
Dana paused and looked up at the ceiling. “Neither, but I’m thinking that maybe my novella can help solve the issue.”
“I’m not following you.” Carla shook her head and emptied the yellow packet of sweetener into the cup.
“This is kind of personal to discuss,” Dana said.
“For God’s sake, Dana. It isn’t like we just met yesterday. And you of all people - the writer of erotica and age-play novellas – is shy all of a sudden?”
Dana paused and took a deep breath. “I love Richard, and I’m happy with the lifestyle we live in. The DD aspect of it makes me feel so safe and secure with boundaries, and the addition of age-play once in a while supplies that lack of unconditional love from my past. I have everything a woman could want.”
“I hear a ‘but’ coming,” Carla said as she put down her cup.
“Sometimes I want to explore more in a sexual way.”
“So, what’s the problem? Have you told Richard?”
“No, that’s my dilemma. I’m afraid to.”
“I’m confused, Dana. Your husband is the one who encouraged you to explore all the fantasies that you wrote about. Why would it surprise him that you have other ideas? He knows you still read everyone else’s fiction, and God knows there is an abundance of other kinks out there.”
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