'Twas three nights before Christmas, and all through the house... I was wondering what I was going to get for my present! Seriously, I didn't have a clue. Lily often asked, if not directly, than in that sneaky little way of teasing information out of me that she had. She was never wrong with her presents, and frankly I was spoiled, and I couldn't wait.
After dinner I snuck up behind her, holding her tightly by the hips, and bending down to brush my lips against her neck, smelling her perfume. She leaned her head back, opening her neck to my kisses. "So.... do I get a clue about my present?
"Have you been naughty or nice?" she asked.
"It depends," I answered, "will it change my gift?"
"Well... I must admit that I've been struggling to decide which present you deserve. There's one if you've been naughty, and one if you've been nice. Frankly, you have been both."
I must have looked shocked, because honestly, I couldn't think of a time that I'd been "naughty," well, at least not in the terms usually used by Santa. "What did I do?"
"It's not exactly what you did, but what you didn't do."
"Like?"
"Do you remember the time I met you downtown when I had to pick up the ice cream cake? We were alone, in the dark... and I was sitting in the driver's seat... and you didn't make me suck your cock." Lily pouted at me, indicating that I should have known better.
I had to admit that I had failed there. It was the perfect opportunity to tweak one of Lily's fantasies, and I'd let it slip by. On the other hand, when she'd mentioned it later, I had promised to remember that "I have to go now" really meant "with the taste of your cum in my mouth." Personally, I thought at the time that I should have received points for being a gentleman.
"I'll make you a deal, Jack. Remember that cottage up north that we saw for rent? If you can wait a couple days, get us that place, and find someone to watch the kids... you can have both presents.
Needless to say, I jumped at the opportunity, admittedly curious as to what she'd bought for me, and why she'd actually bought both presents. I went to work on the project first thing in the morning, calling my sister and asking her (at the cost of a weekend at the same cottage, and my babysitting services, two weeks down the road) to watch the kids. A lucky break (and a trade for one week of our time-share) got me the cottage, and a bottle of very good scotch convinced one of my partners in the firm to take a meeting with the client we affectionately called "the wicked witch of all four points of the compass." Thus easily taken care of, I told Lily that I had earned the right to both presents. She was suspiciously agreeable, and disappeared into our room, coming back in a hour with a packed suitcase which she then locked in the hall closet, making it a point to show me that she was taking the key.
Of course, tempted as I was, I knew I was tempting fate if I looked in the suitcase. Instead, I prepared for our Christmas family tradition, Christmas Eve with my family, Christmas Day with Lily's family. We exchanged gifts, and I saw that Lily had thoughtfully provided for several perfectly family-appropriate presents for me to unwrap; I, of course, had all of her presents ready, and I noted her smile and obvious glow when she saw the diamond tennis bracelet that I'd seen her covet at our favorite jewelry store.
Both nights were wonderful; on Christmas Eve we made love in front of the fire with a bottle of wine and some tasty chocolate treats stolen from the stockings that had (at least for a while) been hung from the chimney with care. Even after a long Christmas Day of family, we managed to find the energy for a hot fuck in the very closet that held the suitcase, while people mingled just outside in the hall sipping their after dinner drinks.
The next morning, the kids went to their aunt and uncle's, and we packed the car for the trip north. We stopped at a favorite restaurant in Traverse City for a late lunch before heading up Mission Peninsula to the cottage that overlooked Lake Michigan. I retrieved the key and drove through the back road that wound through the forest toward the lake. I unloaded the car and built a fire in the fireplace, while Lily unpacked and got comfortable.
The First Night – Jack is Nice
The sun was setting when Lily announced that I was to get my first present that very night. "Go back into town and get a bottle of champagne, Sweetie," Lily whispered. "Take this, but don't read it until you get to town."
I followed my orders as directed, and while sitting in the parking lot of the party store, opened the letter, which read as follows...
"Dear Jack. You have always been there for me, no matter how I acted or how I've treated you. You have been patient and loving and caring, and your Christmas present touched my heart. I could say a million other things about all the ways you show me how much you love me, and how all those things make me love you so much. You have surely been nice this year."
As I pulled up, I saw that most of the lights were out, and that there were dozens of candles lit, and the fire burning brightly in the fireplace. Lily had rearranged the furniture, and she was waiting for me on the sofa, dressed in a silky red robe, wearing a cute little Santa hat, and a pair of red high heels. She stood up, brushing her hair back over her shoulder, so that I could see the untied robe, and the lingerie underneath. As she walked up to me, I could see the open cups of her shelf bra, her breasts displayed for me, nipples hard and poking out. Lily turned gracefully as she walked, showing me the matching boy shorts and teasing me with her ass. She held out her hand and pulled me back toward the fireplace, grabbing two champagne flutes as she passed the table. She took the bottle and opened it, pouring the glasses and handing one to me, offering me at toast to our love. She invited me to sit on the couch and stood in front of me as I sipped the champagne.
Lily lifted her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples, giving me a little show and making herself moan in the process. She started to sway to the music playing on the stereo, slowly removing the robe and letting it drop to the floor. Lily knew how much I loved watching her strip, and she made it a point to make it a special one. I was sure she could tell the effect she was having as I was constantly arranging myself through the jeans that were entirely too tight at the time.
Dropping to her knees in front of me, Lily reached her hands, arms and eventually her body up my legs, across my thighs and up to my chest. Her hands were busy as she undid my belt, the button of my jeans and eventually the zipper. She put her hands under my ass and asked me to lift up so that she could pull my jeans and boxers to the floor. When my cock sprung free, Lily smiled at me and lowered her mouth to kiss the head. She stood up and walked around the couch behind me. Bending over so that her breast rested on my shoulder, Lily slowly unbuttoned my shirt and helped me out of it. She turned her head and nursed me to her nipple, a shiver moving through her as I sucked on its hardness.
"Jack, Sweetie... you have been so nice... and your present tonight is for me to be very very very nice to you. I'm going to give you everything you want tonight, and you don't even have to ask, or do any work at all."
With that, she slid over the back of the couch, making sure that as much of her body touched me as possible. Lily's skin was hot, her mouth wet as she kissed me deeply, her body lying against mine and her nipples burning holes in my chest. Lily moved down, trailing kisses toward my cock. Her lips reached the head, kissing it and inhaling it deeply.
"Please Sir... may I take your cock in my mouth," Lily purred, "I promise to take good care of it. Please, I need your hard cock and your delicious cum." She knew that I couldn't resist her when she begged, and I nodded my assent.
Lily got on her hands and knees on the couch, bending over to lower her head and take my cock deep in her mouth. With one hand she moved mine along her back, sliding it until it reached her pussy. I swore there was steam rising as I slid two fingers into her wet and willing pussy. Lily sighed around my cock, taking it ever deeper into her throat.
Up and down Lily moved her mouth, sucking, licking, devouring. She used every technique in her incredible repertoire, bringing me close but never letting me cum, drawing out the moment.
Suddenly she moved off the couch, kneeling between my legs. She held my cock tightly with her mouth open waiting for a load of hot cum. Knowing exactly what to do, Lily put a finger in her pussy, getting it wet, and without hesitation, pushed it into my ass. I responded as programmed, shooting into her mouth and then onto her face. Her flushed face, the sheen of perspiration from her efforts and the cum dripping from her lips made her the poster child for my fantasy... the elegant lady who was my personal whore. Lily made a show of rolling the cum around in her mouth, and put her face close to mine so I could watch her swallow.
Continuing to purr like a happy kitten, Lily dropped her head onto my chest and stroked my body, pushing me back slightly so that she could lie back against me. I was remarkably content and totally relaxed as we lay there, watching the fire crackle and the snow fall through the windows.
After a while, Lily got up and went to the television, cueing up the DVD player with a disc she brought out of her purse. The show started, with a title that said "To my 'oh so nice' lover," and the title faded into a scene with Lily on our bed at home, naked and facing the camera. She proceeded to touch herself, softly at first then sensuously. She looked at the camera, obviously talking to me, as she fantasized about me, telling me everything she loved, and what she wanted to do for me. After perhaps twenty minutes, she came with a shudder. When she recovered, she looked at the camera and stood up. "Jack," said her voice on the tape. "I am your sex toy. I need you, and I want you. I want your cock in my mouth, in my pussy, and everywhere." She turned around, bent over so that I could see her freshly shaved pussy and her pouting asshole, and bending over so that her hair touched the floor, looked between her legs and said "take what's yours, baby."
"Mmmmmm..... " Lily hummed with her mouth against my once again rock hard cock. "Does my man need some attention?"
