Now this one gift he won't forget, I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror. I had spent all afternoon preparing myself as a special Christmas Eve present for my beloved husband, Alex. Tonight should take the chill off from the snowy weather, I thought to myself happily.
My long hair was freshly washed and tumbled past my shoulders in shiny light curls. Half a tube of mascara had made my eyelashes Bambi-esque. Rosy cheeks hinted at sensual delights. Bright red lipstick completed the Christmas look.
But it was my outfit I was most proud of. My bright red velvet Christmas dress had a heart shaped neckline, nipped in waist and short flared skirt that showed both my legs and breasts at their best. I was insecure about my slightly small breasts, which my husband always assured me were wonderful, but in this dress they looked much more substantial, giving me added confidence.
The dress was trimmed with a soft white faux fur. It tickled the top of my thighs and grazed lightly against my breasts, sending shivers up and down to between my legs. A red lacy Victoria's Secret thong nestled between my butt cheeks and provided only a scrap of lace to capture the honey wetness that ever so slowly was trickling from my pussy at the thought of seducing my husband.
A pair of Christmas bell earrings caused a little jingle when I swished my head. Let's see if we can make them move tonight, I thought with a giggle. Bright red stiletto heels completed the sexy yet sweet look. I could only walk so far in the heels; fingers crossed there would be no broken ankles for Christmas.
Hmm, I thought, scrutinizing my appearance. One thing missing. I picked up a long red ribbon off my dresser. I tied it around my neck into a bow. I smiled happily at the image in the mirror. A present for my husband to unwrap.
Alex came through the door with a blast of cold air. It was snowing steadily outside, coating the trees and the streets with a crisp whiteness. Our cozy home seemed all the more inviting for it.
"Cami! It's freezing out there, phew." Alex strode into the lounge room where I waited, standing in the centre of the room, one hand on hip, teacup style, bursting with excitement and arousal at the thought of my husband's strong hands unwrapping and exploring his gift.
Surprise crossed Alex's face, then a slow smile,
"Well, well," he said after a moment.
His eyes roamed over me, the little red dress, the heels, the bow, "what do we have here, hmm, little wife?"
I smiled cheekily, "Merry Christmas, honey, I'm your present to unwrap and enjoy."
Alex grinned fully. His 'I'm getting laid' grin, I called it. "A present? For me? And it's not even Christmas yet, how lucky a husband am I?"
"Well I'm a lucky wife," I replied, my breath quickening.
He came closer to me, never taking his eyes off me - especially my perkier then usual breasts. My breath began to quicken as I caught the smell of his aftershave. Alex stood in front of me, his eyes holding mine. My husband is a tall man and quite filled out, making even an average girl like me feel small and feminine.
I could feel his masculinity and arousal. He is excellent at controlling himself, at drawing out a sensual moment, but a wife can always tell when her husband wants her. Men are not subtle. Especially when their erections are evident through their pinstripe suit pants.
"I hope you like what you see," I said slightly nervously. I'm not natural vamp, I wasn't a hundred percent sure I was pulling off the outfit.
Alex grabbed me, hard. Pulling me into his chest he pushed my hand onto his hard cock and kissed me roughly, his tongue probing and exploring my mouth. I caressed him through his pants as he held me tightly; I enjoyed feeling what I had done to him.
He broke for air, for only a moment, and continued to kiss me hard. I went with it, biting his lip in return for his roughness. He broke away and his dark blue eyes searched mine. A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
"Naughty girl," Alex said.
"Smack!"
He pulled up my skirt and smacked me across my butt.
"Owie!" I pouted.
"Santa will punish naughty girls who bite," Alex replied.
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"I wonder if other couples struggle to keep a straight face during seductions, hey Santa honey?" I giggled, looking up at my handsome husband.
Alex smiled back at me.
"Santa doesn't do it for you, naughty girl? And did I say to stop touching my cock? No presents for you."
"Yes, honey," I replied, attempting to bat my eyelids and look coquettish, hoping I didn't look like I had something stuck in my eye.
I resumed caressing Alex's cock, eliciting a low moan from him. His hands began to slowly roam over my butt; the heat of the spank had settled now into delicious warmth. My husband stroked each cheek in turn, and then firmly grabbed a handful of my ass. It was my turn to moan; I loved having my ass squeezed.
"Baby that feel so good," I breathed into his chest.
I turned my face up for a kiss. We kissed slower, deeper, more gently than before as we continued to touch each other. I could feel his cock throbbing through his suit, wanting to escape.
Breaking the kiss Alex moved his mouth to my sensitive ears. I cried out in joy as he kissed and sucked my ears and moved his mouth up and down my neck, undoing the bow.
"My little naughty Christmas girl likes that," Alex whispered in my ear.
His hands moved from my butt to my chest. He began to silently feel my breasts through the red velvet. His fingers lightly traced over the soft fur trim, brushing the fabric against my naked breast.
I was caught up in his intent looking face when he slipped one hand into my top and into red lacey bra. He twisted my nipple, hard, just as his other hand slipped into my pants and he shoved his fingers into my wet sex, causing me gasp and a flood of desire to dampen my panties.
"Get down on your knees little wife and pleasure my cock,"
"Yes, husband," I struggled out in reply as I moaned at the pleasure and pain he was causing.
I loved it when my husband dominated me. For all the times I loved tying him up and teasing him for hours there was nothing that made me feel so womanly as having my husband take control.
I knelt on the rug and looked up at Alex. On my knees, where I should be, ready to pleasure my husband at Christmas.
I unbuckled Alex's belt and slowly unzipped his pants. His suit pants fell to the floor. His cock sprang free and tantalizingly close to my mouth as I pulled down his underwear.
"I'm all for you, husband," I said and smiled up at Alex as I then bent my head and took his cock in my mouth.
He groaned, deeply. His hands came to my head and stilled. As I took my first deep suck of his cock he pushed his hands through my hair over and over, trying to stop himself for forcing my head down.
