This is my entry into the
Winter Holidays Story Contest 2022
. I always like to reinforce that like my author name says, all of the stories I tell here have a basis in truth and are always based on actual events from my life. That being said, I do like to add some twists & embellishments to keep them interesting for the readers.
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This story has been placed in the Romance category because at its core, it's about a romantic night with my wife. That being said, there are some other elements thrown in - we're both older (mature), there are toys, there's a little bit of foot fetish & stockings, and some anal. If none of these are for you - please check out some of the amazing stories from other authors in the contest!
Everyone in the story is 18 years of age or older.
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As was our annual tradition, my wife Sherri and I were preparing for a holiday party in our home. Every December, we would invite 30-40 friends to our house for an evening of food, games, carols, and lots (and lots) of cocktails. The house was decorated inside and out with lights and decorations for Christmas. We went above and beyond to create a fun holiday vibe for the event each year. We knew that people looked forward to the event and many people would avoid making other plans until we announced the date for our party. (What we didn't know that year was that it would be the LAST party we threw in our house for a long time because the world would shut down three short months later.)
On that night, though, the caterer was downstairs working on the food, the bartender was setting up the bar and cocktails and the servers were preparing for the guests. Our 17-year-old daughter had left for the night to stay at a friend's house. Sherri and I were up in our bedroom getting dressed in our "holiday festive" attire. I kept it simple: a pair of black slacks with a fun holiday sweater. Most of the men would dress in a similar style while Sherri and many of the other female guests tended to dress up a bit more.
I was sprawled out on the bed, watching the end of a college football game when Sherri emerged from the bathroom. In her late-40s, she was still stunning. Although she was a tall, slim blonde when we met a few decades earlier, time and age had changed her a bit. She was now a redhead, with a trendy short haircut that set off her green eyes. She was still tall (obviously) but had more curves than when we met. Her breasts had filled out to a 36C, and her hips and ass were fuller thanks to the birth of our daughter. Pilates and working out kept her body firm, however, so to me she was just as perfect 20+ years later.
Sherri was wearing a bright red, form-fitting wrap dress. It de-emphasized her chest but showed off her curvy hips and ass. She had a black sash wrapped around her waist as a makeshift belt and the sequins in it caught the light, giving it a shimmery effect. Her legs were covered in basic black hose, and she was perched on a pair of bright red Jimmy Choo heels. She was still flitting around the room, putting on jewelry and tweaking her look for the night.
"You look amazing" I called out from the bed.
"Thank you honey!" she called back.
The game ended and I got up, stretched, and decided to go downstairs to see if any of the staff had any questions before the guests started arriving.
"I'm heading downstairs" I said, walking toward the door.
"Wait" Sherri called out. "I need your opinion on one thing!"
I turned around and Sherri stepped out of the bathroom. She did a quick spin to show me her entire holiday outfit. "Do you like?"
"Definitely, babe. You look awesome."
"What about this?" she asked.
She then reached down to the hem of her dress and parted the bottom of the wrap, lifting it to her waist. For the first time I saw that she wasn't wearing her usual panty hose or Spanx, but a pair of thigh-high stockings. She lifted her dress up so I could see the exposed skin on her upper legs which led to a red satin G-string with more sparkles and glitter on it for the holiday. She gave a quick spin to show her exposed ass before dropping everything back into place as she slipped back into the bathroom and closed the door.
At this point, I should probably explain my surprise. Sherri and I have been together for over 20 years and married for 15 of them. I've shared some of our sexual adventures from when we were younger and even a few sexy traditions more recently (like our Halloween tryst I wrote about one year.). Like any marriage, we've had some rough spots. After the birth of our daughter, we went through a LONG sexual dry spell.
As we've gotten older, Sherri is less adventurous and more reserved. Like many 40-something women, her body has changed, and she is not as confident as she once was. (I still find her incredibly sexy and attractive.) I sometimes see flashes of the "old Sherri" come out again - but always in the privacy of our bedroom or a hotel. The best is still when she has had a few drinks and is feeling sexy. Then, I get to experience the "dirty Sherri" who can be positively raunchy both in language and behavior. Seeing one of these flashes on a night when our house was going to be full of our best friends was a big surprise.
Over the next few hours our house was filled with revelers, and everyone enjoyed themselves eating, drinking, singing and generally celebrating the holidays. Throughout the night, I found myself staring at wife's ass knowing what she was hiding underneath her festive attire. I was convinced that she knew I was looking, based on the extra wiggle she seemed to be putting into her hips all night.
By 11:00, most of the guests had started filtering out, but a few lingered for some late cocktails. Six of us were still gathered in the living room, with our attention focused on our friend Molly. Molly was a robust full-blooded Italian who was always a great party guest because she may be the most social person I have ever met in my life. Molly never stops talking and has a story about everything. The other interesting characteristics about Molly are her enormous breasts. While she didn't do anything to focus people's attention on them, it couldn't be helped.
No matter what she was wearing, Molly's boobs stood out and when she laughed (as she often did) they would shake and jiggle. The final couple left, leaving Sherri and me with only Molly and her husband, Tim. Sherri was curled up next to me on a sofa with her shoes kicked off and was fidgety and unsettled. She kept yawning and commenting on the late hour and on the fact that the snow was starting to fall harder outside. Molly didn't let that stop her as she kept talking, laughing and jiggling. As I kept drinking, my ability to keep my eyes from her chest decreased exponentially.
