It was Friday, the day before Christmas Eve, and I had only just gotten the mistletoe that afternoon. I had gotten a great deal more than we needed, and as I arranged and glued a bunch of mistletoe to a sprig of holly, a couple of cranberries, three jingle bells and a few tiny gold ornaments and tied it all together with a red velvety ribbon for our entryway's arrangement, I had a wild idea. I made similar arrangements for every light or ceiling fan you can stand under in the entire house and one special one I could hang around my neck; without the holly, for obvious reasons. I dutifully hung the arrangement in the entryway and squirreled the rest away for later.
We finally finished cleaning and setting up the dining and living rooms for our annual Christmas party the next night, and took a warm relaxing bath together; after which I hurriedly (needlessly, as I would find out later) put on my robe and went to hang the rest of my mistletoe ornaments throughout the house. The one around my neck hung just where I wanted it to, between my belly button and the top of my cock. I turned on Harry Connick Jr.'s Christmas album and got us each a drink. I was standing in the entryway below the mistletoe when she came strutting down the hall. I say strutting because the three and a half inch tall red stiletto pumps she was wearing with her terrycloth robe made her hips sway sensually and the hem of her robe dance wickedly as she walked towards me. Wow! What a sight, her 95 pounds are spread deliciously over her 34C-24-34 five foot three inch frame, but her sparkling blue eyes and radiant smile are what truly makes her beautiful-and boy was she smiling brightly. I was so mesmerized by her glowing beauty that I didn't even think that her stiletto heels were out of place following a day's end bath. She glanced up at the mistletoe, and then back at me and asked, "Are you waiting there for me?"
"We didn't get a chance to test drive it earlier, so I figured I would hang out here and see what happened," I replied. She wrapped her arms around me and we shared a languid kiss, nothing frenzied or rushed, but deep and passionate nonetheless. It lasted about thirty seconds, but felt so much shorter, and as our lips parted I kissed her cheek and then her ear lobe. "I love you," I whispered into her ear; she hugged me a little tighter and kissed me again, a little longer this time but still controlled. Kissing that way always turns her on, and since turning her on was an essential part of my plan I lingered on her lips. I handed her a drink and wrapped my arm around her waist to guide her towards our family room.
Another mistletoe arrangement hung in the center of the arched doorway and she pivoted into me as she moved underneath it, "Shall we test this one too?" she asked playfully as she tilted her lips up towards mine. "But of course", I replied and pulled her up against me as we kissed. The flushing of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips against mine, her quickening heart rate beating against my chest and the increasing warmth of her body pressing against mine let me know that she was getting aroused.
"I think we should enjoy our drinks in by the fire," I said after our lips broke apart this time. The Christmas tree looked fantastic as the reddish gold flickering firelight highlighted the ornaments, tinsel and brightly wrapped packages. I set my drink on the table as we slipped through the door and as Loretta stepped under the first of the two ceiling fans in the room I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her behind the ear. My cock was beginning to thicken and pushed against her back. She pushed back into me as she twisted around to kiss my lips again. She gave me no clue if she felt the ornament pressing into her along with my swelling prick.
I reached for the belt to her robe "Naughty, naughty! Aren't you worried that Santa might be watching?" she said as she playfully pushed my hands away. "By the way I like all of the mistletoe you've hung up, and I think I'm just going to have to kiss you under each bit of it"
I quickly ushered her beneath the other ceiling fan for our next kiss. This time she slowly ground her pelvis against my now stiff cock as we explored each others lips; she was obviously very turned on. I glanced at the television-and there we were on screen in front of our Christmas tree kissing passionately; the small red light on the digital camcorder stared back at me-it was time to hatch my plan. I turned a little to improve the televisions image of us, "So, I get a passionate kiss tonight beneath each and every sprig of mistletoe, do I?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"I think you've earned it, after all you have been a good boy this year haven't you?" she replied.
"I think I've been a very good boy this year," I said as I slowly unbelted my robe and began to shrug it off of my shoulders.
"What are you doing?" she asked as my robe fell away and the red velvety ribbon holding my hidden mistletoe came into view. She relaxed her hug a bit to let my robe fall completely off, and giggled when she saw my mistletoe talisman dangling in front of my black silk boxer shorts, now pushed over to the side by my hard cock trying to push its way out. She adores these shorts; keeping them perfumed with my after shave lotion-they are the only pair of underwear, male or female, in the whole house. Her smile broadened and she smartly reached for the belt to her robe and slowly undid it, "You're not the only one with a sexy surprise around here tonight Bucko!" she announced as she sensuously slipped her robe off. It made a dull thumping noise as it crumpled onto the carpet; and there in front of me stood my wife of 17 years in a red velvet Santa's helper baby doll teddy complete with white feathery trim around the hem.
She looked incredible, "Wow! You look fantastic. Did Santa send you here to give me Christmas early?" I asked.
"Maybe" she laughed and stepped back into my arms to hungrily kiss me, I could feel her heart racing as she pressed herself against my chest and her heat as she straddled my leg, the feathery trim tickled and covered me with goosebumps. She held my cock in her left hand and said, "I did say I would kiss you beneath all of the mistletoe, didn't I?" She nibbled her way down my chest and stopped to tease my nipple, she held it between her white teeth and tugged on it lightly before sucking it into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it. My left hand rested lightly on her cheek and trailed her as she slowly made her way down my torso-kissing, licking, and nibbling, the whole way. Her hand slowly pumped my cock. She balanced herself with her other hand on my hip as she slowly squatted down to rest her gorgeous ass on top of her red pumps.
The hem of her teddy was pushed up as it fell off of her sexy legs and I quickly glanced at the television screen to see if she had anything on underneath it. The little lightning bolt shaped patch of pubic hair above her pussy was clearly visible on the screen. She looked up at me and said, "We seem to have a problem here. The thing you would most like to have kissed down here isn't under the mistletoe anymore, but rather next to it." She pushed her face into the boxer shorts and inhaled deeply smelling the after shave, "God that feels fantastic" I said as the cool breeze she created swirled around my balls.
"If you liked that, you are gonna love this then," she replied and sucked the head of my silk covered cock into her mouth. She continued to pump my cock as she sucked on it through the boxer shorts.
"That's it, suck my cock. Get it good and wet so I can fuck you with it," I rasped at her. She gets very wet very fast when she sucks on my cock although she denies the fact it excites her so much. "Is your pussy getting all wet and creamy so I can fuck it? Oh yeah that's it, oh my god that feels fantastic." She slipped her hand up the leg of my shorts and cupped my balls as she twisted her head around my cock. After several minutes of her spiritedly sucking on my cock I said, "Now reach down there and check your pussy. See if it's wet enough to be fucked yet. Just keep sucking me while you do. Mnh, Oh yeah-like that, just like that."
She also gets really turned on when I talk dirty to her; so while I talked and she sucked my cock her pace began to build. I felt her free hand slide smoothly down off of my hip and again I stole a glance at the TV screen, her hand slipped deftly between her legs and she opened her swollen pussy lips with two fingers and dipped a third into her juicy hole. She slid it in and out a few times before adding the other two to open her pussy up completely for a couple of bonus strokes. It looked absolutely incredible; as she lifted her slippery fingers to my mouth she slipped her mouth off of my cock and asked, "Do you think my pussy is ready for you to fuck?"