Daddy Beats Santa To It

Honey and I were living in our old house close to the city. I say old, I mean 100 year old, but one of those houses that is well cared for, beautiful inside and out. My wife Honey and I were in our late 30s at the time.

Anyway, it was Christmas Eve. I had gotten home from work earlier than usual to find an unexpected family of visitors had arrived. This was always fine with us.

Well the combination of Christmas Eve, having kids running around madly, unexpected visitors, dinner and drinks meant that it's going to be a late night. We still have gifts to put together yet.

Honey and I assemble some food for dinner. She keeps bumping into me. Is that a bump, or is she grazing up against me?

I'm a bit dull at the best of times. What she is doing is very subtle maybe, but my motor turns on to idle. Really? Maybe?

So lots of laughing, 2 groups of kids are running around. The friends depart later on, so we do a quick bath time for our kids, then into bed they go.

"You get your tool box and I'll get the presents" says Honey.

Disappointed, I'm now certain she means screw drivers and spanners, rather than any innuendo. Just when I thought my luck could change.

So I get tools and make more cups of tea for us. We settle in to assemble toys and follow inadequate instructions. Eventually, I figure it out after doing a couple of trips to the workshop downstairs at an ungodly hour to modify parts to fit properly and work.

At Midnight, I get her attention, smile and say "Merry Christmas Honey" and give her a hug.

Honey can see my efforts and is so nice to me. I make more tea.

I'm assembling, doing what I'm told and Honey is wrapping and labelling presents. We have a little production line going that eventually finishes at 2am. We are exhausted, and know our kids will wake around 6am.

I take everything to waste and pack up. Honey slides the wrapped boxes under the tree. When I return upstairs, Honey is coming out of a very quick shower. So we swap places. She bumps into me again. Slowly.

I'm thinking "What's doing with this bumping into me thing?" But I don't care, as Honey has all the right body bits in all the right places. A wet and naked Honey can bump into me anytime she likes.

My shower doesn't take long to wash off the day. I slip my silk Mickey Mouse boxer shorts on and head toward the bedroom, turning off lights as I go.

Our bedroom is at the front of the house and as it is on a semi main road, there are decent street lights outside. The street light filters through the lace curtains, lightly illuminating Honey's boudoir.

Honey is in bed already. She always has the bed position closest to the door. So I walk around and hop into bed with her. This time of the late night or early morning, the temperature is quite good. Not hot and not cold. Normally she sleeps turned away from me. However tonight, Honey isn't, as she is facing toward me and resting on her side.

Honey is wearing a blue patterned night dress that has white lace around the collar and the front 4 buttons.

Although I'm exhausted, I'm thinking, "Do I try my luck?."

My finger tips gently and quietly undo her top button. No movement or resistance. I undo the second. Still nothing. Honey looks to be asleep. I am trying to do this like an espionage mission I suppose. Two more buttons to go.

Button number 3 is undone with ease. Right. Next, the last one. Surprisingly it pops out of its loop without Honey stirring.

I gently peel back the top of her nightie until her left boob is fully exposed. I know that there is a nice pair of juicy 36 Cs hiding and just need to be released.

It's now or never. My mouth wraps around that nipple as I gently stuck, lick and nibble. As I enjoy myself, I run my hands up and down her sides and rest my arm on her hip and squeeze one of her butt cheeks with my hand. With my finger tips, I can feel her VPL. So she is wearing under pants. My nibbling continues.

Next thing Honey rolls onto her back and says, "It took you long enough."

Then she did the best thing a wife can do. While on her back, she raised ĥer hips, pulled her night dress up and slipped her under pants off. I will never forget that.

Honey smiled at me and said "Its late, hurry up and make it quick."

My boxers are off in a flash, and I climb between her knees. I was ready for a mouthful, but Honey shook her head.

I'm already hard and position dick at her entrance. No lube is needed, as there is already plenty.

Honey's legs spread wide and I slip the head in. I wait until she gives me a smile and nod, then slip 7 inches in. I can see her face change, then I start moving in and out with ease and purpose.

This is so enjoyable as I love being inside my wife. It's definitely my favourite place. She is so wet.

Honey says "Just fuck me OK."

So I've got my riding instructions and get serious. I'm stroking away pretty well until Honey starts moving too.

I last a little while longer until she starts squeezing her muscles on me. My dick feels like it's in a warm, wet, soft velvet vice like glove. I blow a full load into Honey.

We have a little kiss and cuddle until Honey moved to indicate for me to hop off and pull out.

Honey gets up for a quick bathroom pit stop, then returns for us to have a spoon cuddle and much needed sleep.

It feels like we close our eyes and just a moment later, it is a bright morning with kids jumping on the bed. The excitement is infectious and everyone is so happy that Christmas has arrived.

One of our kids yells out "Santa has come."

Honey smiles and just says "Daddy has already beat Santa to it. "