No one ever prepares you for the stress of family holidays. For example, it's Thanksgiving, and while it is supposed to be the day of gratitude, it turns into a family wrestling match every year. Republican uncle and liberal cousin always make the day interesting. Then you've got the one who only talks about climate change. And there's always the creepy grandpaw who is way too handsy with basically everyone.
Jackson's family is pretty crazy and very over the top. This is the first Thanksgiving that he will be bringing his wife, Phoebe, as they are now a married couple. They've been together for years, but he has never taken her for Thanksgiving because he knows how bad it gets. This year is different, though, as she is stuck with this family now.
Phoebe worked hard to prepare for Jackson's family Thanksgiving. She cooked two apple pies from scratch and even made Russian tea. She wasn't quite sure what to think because she has never been around these people before, but she wanted to get along with them as they are a part of her husband's family. Whatever she had to do, she would impress today.
Jackson's hands were clamy as he led her to his truck with a straight face. As he opened the door for her, he took in her outfit that she picked for the event. She was wearing a white button up shirt with a tweed black miniskirt, and her high heel shoes made her just tall enough that she could easily steal kisses from him. Little did she know, she could have as many kisses as she wanted as he was practically drooling over her outfit. The cherry on top were the thigh-high stocking she was wearing. One would think they were pantyhose, but when she hiked her leg up to get into the truck, he noticed that they were held up by garters. He also got a tiny peak at what looked like a red thong underneath.
After helping her hoist herself into the truck, Jackson caressed her face and said, "Damn, you look sexy. You may even be able to distract me from my family's craziness tonight." He gave her a lazy kiss that drifted down to her neck.
She tilted her head back, opening up her neck, as she said "Are they really that bad?"
His brows were scrunched into his worried face. "Baby, they can be a lot. If you can get through the evening without running away, I will give you a pleasurable award."
Her face heated as she met his eyes. "Well why do you think I wore my garters and stockings? I needed to distract you somehow. I think I deserve an award already."
That mischievous look in her eyes did something to him everytime. His lips that were on her neck started trailing downward until his fingertips could lift her skirt just a bit. That was all he needed to gain access to her hot cunt. He looked up at her and told her to spread her legs and she just might get one early.
Her face got red. She bit her lip (which always drove him crazy) and shook her head. He narrowed his eyes, "I said spread. your. legs."
She whispered, "Baby we are in the driveway, what if the neighbors walk outside?"
Jackson's cock was throbbing at this point. He told her that he wouldn't take no for an answer, and she knew what that meant. She reluctantly opened her legs a few inches. That was all he needed to pry her legs a part and bite her red thong, pulling it out from under her. She gasped as she slid a bit down the seat and Jackson finished sliding it down her legs. He grabbed the lacy underthing and stuffed it in his pocket.
He then planted kisses up her thighs as he neared her reddening pussy. Just at that moment, Jackson heard a door open across the street. While he did not really care if his neighbor saw him licking his wife's snatch, he knew that his wife would.
He removed his head from between her legs and she gave him a sinful smirk. Oh, that got under his skin. It was like she was saying "I told you so" with her eyes. He reached around to buckle her in and then got in the truck himself.
They drove the 30 minutes to the family house that Thanksgiving was being held at this year and parked amongst the other 10 cars. It would be a big group this year.
Jackson put his hand on Phoebe's thigh and asked if she was ready. Even though her cheeks were still a bit red and she had no underwear to catch any arousal she may have, she gave a tight nod.
Walking into the house was a moment of chaos. An amazing amount of people came up to hug Phoebe and ask her question after question about their marriage. How did she like the house? What job did she have? When were we going to start trying for children?
Phoebe gave him a look and Jackson grabbed her hand and excused her from the conversation. They went into the kitchen to put the apple pies down when creepy grandpaw came up to give Phoebe a hug. His hands started drifted down towards her ass and Jackson stepped in to interrupt the hug. They moved to yet another part of the house when they stumbled upon two of the young cousins, not too much younger than they were as the cousins were in their final two years of college, watching Elf.
They decided that it was the safest place at the moment and sat down on the couch. They made polite conversation about the movie and Christmas preparations and plans after college. The cousins, Mark and Dan, commented on how beautiful Phoebe is. Phoebe was polite and thanked them. Dan had been casually scooting closer during the conversation, and eventually got close enough that he put his arm on the back of the couch, his hand just barely touching her shoulder. Jackson, not noticing this, excused himself to say hello to his mother and said he would be right back.
As Dan's hand moved closer to Phoebe's back, she stiffened. Dan recognized the motion and got up to excuse himself to the bathroom. She was relieved to say the least. Mark and Phoebe were the only ones left in the room, on opposite sides of the couch. He was looking at her with a smirk, asking her about what she did in her free time. She mentioned dancing and painting, and Mark gave her his undivided attention. Except for the moment where his gaze drifted lower towards where she realized her garters were showing. Her eyes widened as she realized and Mark looked away.
Mark tried to make eye contact with her again and said, "Hey, don't be embarrassed. There's nothing wrong with wearing a little lingerie to work your husband up at the family dinner, right?"
