Dear readers, this story was written by me and my partner Midnitehawk. I hope you enjoy our story. I am sure our love and lust for each other shines thru into the story. Please write and let me know what you think and I will show all mail to Ian. We love to receive feedback on our stories.
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The kitchen smelt of apple and blackberry pie. Heat, from the oven, pervaded the whole room. It felt like Fran had been cooking all day. A streak of white gashed her forehead, and she swept some loose hair behind her ear with the back of a very floury hand. Deciding it was time for a break, she washed and dried her hands at the sink before opening the back door and sitting on her porch rocker. Her eyes circled their back yard looking for the children. Fran smiled when she saw John up near the oak tree making a mountain of snowballs. They loved the snow even if Fran wasn't too fussed. This would be there first white Christmas since moving to Hawkwood. Christmas in Australia was always in the middle of summer and usually scorching hot. But the job Ian had been offered in Abbotsville was just too good to turn down. Besides it was good for the children to experience a different country and all the things that come with it like snow.
The dogs were running around John wanting to play the game as well. Just then her son threw a snowball towards the garden shed as he yelled, "Ready or not". She saw Natalie's elfin face peek around the corner of the shed, a cheeky grin plastered across it. She had a snowball in hand and tossed it at her younger brother missing him by mere inches. The snow splattered up over the bottom of his long pants and snow boots.
"Damn Nat, you are too good a shot. Not fair!"
A giggle erupted from her mouth when Nat's next shot hit him fair in the side as he bent for another snowball. John quickly grabbed a couple of balls before ducking behind the huge trunk of the old oak. She watched him checking out the lay of the land, knowing full well he was planning his attack. There were a few apple trees scattered around the yard that he obviously hoped to use as shields as he made his way towards the shed like a young soldier in the jungle.
In Abbotsville, Ian had been clock watching all day at work, desperately willing the time to pass so he could rush home to his gorgeous wife Fran and their two wonderful kids, Nat and John. Not that he didn't always rush home to them but today was special, Christmas Eve, their first since moving to Hawkswood and the first white Christmas the kids had seen. Ian had promised to help them decorate the tree that they had picked out together and to take them sledding, but he also had plans for a night of passion with Fran, the beautiful red head who had captured his heart 15 years ago and who he still loved with the same intensity.
Snapping out of his daydream and noticing the bulge in his pants, Ian smiled to himself at the effect just thinking of Fran still had on him. At that moment a couple of the guys walked into the office
"Ian, we're going for a few drinks, are you coming?"
Realizing he had daydreamed the last hour away, Ian was eager to be home.
"Sorry guys I have some last minute shopping to do, maybe another time."
As they walked away laughing, they called back, "Yea, yea rushing home to the lovely Fran more like."
Ian smiled. He was used to the ribbing he got from his friends but took it all in fun as he knew they were secretly jealous of him. He had seen the looks they had given Fran at the first office party they went to. Fran had been dressed to kill in a figure hugging silk dress in deep burgundy slit to the thigh and with a plunging neckline that had all the guys drooling. Ian loved to show off his beautiful wife, not that he saw her as a trophy, just that he wanted the world to know how lucky he was.
Looking down at her watch, Fran saw that it was nearly time for Ian to finish work. He had told her that he would be a little late today as he wanted to get a few last presents. Most of his family was coming the next day for Christmas lunch. Fran was excited by the thought. She had come to love his folks and, as hers had both died when she was younger, Fran was quickly taking to his Mum especially. She would miss having her sisters with her to celebrate, but Ian had promised her a holiday home to Australia for next year.
She thought about the menu for Christmas lunch again. Going thru the list, she mentally checked off all the things she had prepared. The turkey had been steamed for her at a friend's restaurant and was sitting in the fridge ready for stuffing and roasting. She had all the ingredients for Ian's famous chestnut stuffing ready to go. All the vegetables were in their containers, and she would prepare them tomorrow while the turkey was cooking. A pot of cranberry sauce sat atop the stove cooling down. Her plum pudding hung in its cloth from the pots and pans rack over the bench. It swung there like a single large testicle hanging in its scrotum. A trifle was setting in the fridge ready for the whipped cream to be added, and an apple and blackberry pie was now baking in her oven. The smell was intoxicating, and Fran loved the idea that the fruit was from the trees and bushes on their property.
She laughed as she recalled the children coming home last summer covered head to toe with blackberry juice. They had carried the bucket which was half full of the juicy ripe berries. Their faces testified to what had happened to the other half. That had been the afternoon that Ian had found her in the kitchen preparing dinner and had made love to her in there. Her body started to tremble as she recalled how he had started by nuzzling the back of her neck. His hands had snaked around her to caress and tease her nipples, causing her to go weak at the knees.
"Where are our Nat and John, love?" He had asked.
"I sent them out to pick a bucket of blackberries." She had answered croakily.
Ian had then proceeded to unbutton her blouse and hitch her skirt up before he had picked her up to deposit her on the work bench. Starting at her mouth, he kissed her all over working his way steadily down towards her feet. By the time he had got to her now sopping wet pussy, Fran was shaking with want. He pushed aside the black thong she wore.
"Oh God, Ian, please fuck me," she had pleaded, but he had continued his onslaught on her, rubbing the tip of his nose on her hard little clit as his tongue entered her, licking around the walls of her vagina.
"Please love, I need something inside me. Please fuck me," Fran again implored.
Ian's answer was to reach for the cucumber on the bench waiting to be chopped up in the salad and pushed it inside her before she realized what he was doing. At first she baulked at this strange object entering her, but her pussy had other ideas and as Ian started to fuck her with it, her body built its crescendo before erupting into an earth moving orgasm. Ian removed the cucumber and tossed it in the rubbish bin before turning back to her with his head bent. Moving his mouth to her pussy once again, he started to suck and slurp at the juices pouring out of her.
He had picked her up then carried her to their bedroom. On their bed, Ian had made sweet tender love to her bringing her to another orgasm before spilling his seed deep inside. They had lain together snuggling after as was their practice. Then descending the stairs, they had walked out to the porch where they sat waiting together for the kids to return from their blackberry picking.
A loud smacking noise brought her out of her reverie. John had landed a snowball on Nat and was laughing as he continued to pelt her with more. Fran looked at her watch again, wondering if Ian had finished his shopping yet and on his way home to them. She called to the children that they had ten more minutes then time to feed the animals and have their baths.
