Day 6 - Friday
It was Friday morning. My wife convinced me to stay naked overnight and while doing my morning chores. So it wasn't a surprise when she walked out after her shower equally naked and started playing with me. I was getting to quite enjoy the morning play. It didn't take long for her to get me warmed up and hard. I'd set her on the counter and was just pushing my rock hard dick into her when we heard the back door.
"Nancy! Can you give me a ride to.....oh shit! I'm so sorry!" Diane said as she stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, looking at the two of us naked, in the act, so to speak. She started to back away and turn to walk out the garage again.
"Diane, stop! Don't go!" my wife called, pushing against my chest to push me away.
"I probably should. I mean you're kind of busy," she called back from out of sight near the garage door. My wife pushed me back enough to slide out of her and then she slipped off the counter.
"No. Wait. It's okay," my wife called, walking out of the kitchen toward where Diane was apparently standing near the garage door. "What's going on?"
"Didn't you notice it snowed last night?" Diane asked.
"No, did it?" my wife asked. I could hear her coming back, pulling Diane by the hand back into the kitchen. Diane's eyes finding my glistening hardon as I tried unsuccessfully to cover it with just my hands, as my wife pulled her by me headed to the French door leading to the deck. She stopped and turned on the outside lights. "Oh damn. It must have snowed six inches!"
"Yeah, I know, right? I can't get my car out of my driveway."
"How long do we have?" my wife asked her.
"Honestly, no way I'll be on time, even with your all wheel drive."
"Okay. Let me get dressed," she answered as she walked away, leaving me standing naked in front of Diane, still trying to cover as much of my hardon as I could. She slipped her coat off and walked past me again, looking down at my exposed head as she walked past. She continued into the family room to set her coat on the sofa before turning around and looked at me again, a crooked little grin coming to her lips as she looked at my dick and took half a dozen steps back toward me.
"Sorry I interrupted. Looked like you were about to have a nice start to the day. Wish my husband would start my day that way once in a while." She said, looking down at me as she stood in the middle of the room, swinging her body from side to side slightly, her hands behind her back so that she could push her chest out toward me.
"He doesn't, even if you ask him?"
"Not even if I tease him." She said, that little grin never leaving her face.
"Tease him like how?" I asked, trying to nonchalantly cover my thankfully, finally softening dick.
She was wearing a festive,short red dress that came to the middle of her thighs, stockings and equally red six inch high heels. Without a word, she reached down and pulled up the hem of her dress, exposing the narrow strip of brown curls on her mound and her otherwise shaved pussy. "Like this?" She said, still turning her body side to side slight, her motions making sure I had a really good look at her pussy.
"Damn!" I muttered, my dick suddenly starting to get seriously hard again.
She looked up holding her gaze above her head until I looked up as well. "Isn't that mistletoe?"
"It is," I answered.
"Aren't you supposed to kiss me now?"
"Really? You want me to come kiss you? Like this?"
"I think it's perfect. Considering what I'm showing you!"
"I'm not sure it's all that appropriate."
"After what you did in the workout room? I think it's quite appropriate," she said stepping towards me. She reached for my hands and held them while I still tried cover myself. "I've already seen it. A couple times now, so I don't know what you're trying to hide. Now come kiss me." She said, pulling me by the hands.
I let her pull my hands from in front of my crotch, allowing my now completely hard dick to stick out at her while she pulled me back to the fan. She stopped and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling us together until my dick was trapped between us and her dress and bra covered tits were pressed to my bare chest. "Nancy says you can really kiss. How about you show me?"
"She did, huh? Are you trying to get me in trouble with Nancy?"
"Not at all. Just asking you to show me. I'm sure she won't mind."
"If she does, I'm blaming you." I said, as she tried to lean her face toward mine, not taking no for an answer.
"That's fine!" she answered as I wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her tightly against me and leaned my face down to hers. She lifted herself on her toes to bring her lips to mine and kissed me hard. If my wife hadn't already had me so damn turned on I probably would have thought things through before I let my hands start to wander. But I didn't, and slid my hands down her back, bunched the skirt of her dress up and cupped her bare ass cheeks. She felt my hands squeeze her and pressed herself against me, grinding her pelvis against my hard-on.
"Oh fuck," she whispered as we broke the long wet kiss. "I see what she means," she said before pressing her lips to mine again. I felt her arms pull from my neck, while she still pressed her body to mine. I felt her hands worm between us, one wrapping around my hard shaft and the other pulling her skirt up until I felt her bare skin press to mine. She pulled her face from mine and stepped back a fraction of an inch. She pressed my dick down until my head slipped between her legs. She rubbed my head around the end of her slit, working it between her lips and across her clit. "Ohhhhhh. Fuck I'm so horny now!" she moaned.
"Kissing under the mistletoe?" my wife asked as she walked into the kitchen. Diane pulled her skirt down in front, letting go of my dick guiltily, leaving me holding her butt under her dress. I slipped my hands away from her cheeks, wondering just how much trouble I was going to be in.
"Just a little," I answered.
"With a little ass grab? I suppose since you're naked I should have expected a little grabassing. Come on Diane. Let's go!"
"Uh. Sure," she said stepping back to grab her coat. She stepped to me and gave me one more quick kiss before heading to the door.
"Sorry to leave you hanging lover," my wife said as she gave me a quick kiss and a quick grab of my dick. "I'll try to make it up to you tonight!"
It was nasty out. No, nasty was a poor description. The roads were crap and getting worse, at least by local standards. Where we came from previously, six inches was a snow flurry. Here, it's a blizzard. Definitely not enough to slow down either of our four wheel drive vehicles. With the weather the way it was, I wasn't surprised to be the first one in the office. That was okay too. Gives me plenty of time to concentrate. It was nearly nine before Sam came in, wearing a short black skirt and blazer, red sequined top and red heels. I had to admit she looked pretty darn good.
"Morning! Looks like it's only a few of us today. Most of the department called in sick."
"Whimps!" I said jokingly.
"I know, right?" she answered as she stood by my desk. "Notice anything?" she asked expectantly.
I looked at her quizzically. "Other than you looking very nice today, no. What am I missing?"
She grinned. "Thank you for the compliment, but you should look up."
I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head at seeing something dangling from a string attached to the ceiling tile grid. "Is that what I think it is?"
Sam grinned. "I think tradition says your supposed to kiss me now." She said as she walked toward my desk and leaned on the edge of it with her hands.
"How did that get there?"
"Elves? So how about that kiss?" she asked leaning down further expectantly. I leaned towards her and gave her a quick little kiss. "That's it? That's how you kiss?"
"That's how I kiss my secretary. Only my wife gets more than that."
"Only your wife? Is there no hope for me then?" she asked with a pout.
"Sure. You can call Nancy and ask her, but the answer will be the same," I answered her.
"Maybe I will," she said as she turned and walked back out of my office. I shook my head and watched her go before going back to work. A few minutes later she came in with a lit candle in a jar and set it on my desk. "Just brightening up your mood!" she said before leaving again.
It was nearly eleven when she came in again, leaving my door open and walking to my desk. I came back for a better kiss. "
"Sam, I told you..."
"To ask your wife. Well I did!" she said, holding out her phone for me to see. The text screen was open so I could read the text exchange.
'Nancy, do you mind if I steal a kiss under the mistletoe from your husband?'
'Doesn't he want to?'
'Says only you get good kisses'
