"Dashing through the snow on this reindeer sleigh," I sing, off key, improvising the words in my excitement.
Snuggled up beside my husband under soft furs as gentle white flakes flurry around, I feel as if all my Christmases have come at once. It's not every year you win the lottery. It's not very year you get to take your whole family to Lapland.
Even better, the daughter is residing happily with the grandparents, great grandparents and aunties and uncles. Daddy and I have hours and hours of sexy snow time to enjoy. Oh yeah, there are advantages to bringing your whole family away on holiday, even the mother-in-law.
"Yah, yah, yah!" Father Christmas (well he looks like Father Christmas) cries and the reindeer begin to move, pulling the sleigh smoothly behind through the soft, silken snow. I snuggle closer to Jim and squeal excitedly.
"I've always wanted to do this."
Jim smiles at me and gently kisses my lips. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him harder, enjoying the wind whipping past my cheeks. His hands wander (as always) and I feel the soft pressure against my breasts beneath the thick snow coat I wear to protect me from the extreme cold. Brits all think they understand cold. It's not 'til you get to somewhere like Lapland that you realize how mild the weather in Britain actually is.
"In this cold, you're even hotter," he whispers when our lips break. I squeeze his thigh under the furs and he moans appreciatively.
"So are you, sweetie." I smile and slide my hand up his thigh 'til I reach the fastening of his trousers. I slip off my glove and then gently slide down the zip of his pants. My hand squeezes through the aperture and I grasp at the bourgeoning cock beneath.
"Naughty, Naughty," he whispers in my ear, then slips his fingers under the furs, seeking out the waistband of my trousers. His hands slip inside and into my moist, creamy slit as I bite down to hold in a gasping moan of pleasure.
"You're naughtier," I whisper. "I wonder whether Father Christmas there will leave us coal in our stockings on Christmas morning if he catches us at this." We both look up and giggle. Yes, my husband does giggle; it's kinda cute really. The sound means he's genuinely tickled. Well, I do have my fingers on his balls...
"Nah, he'd want to join in." Jim growls in my ear as I wank his cock firmly in my hand. "He'd stop the sleigh and he'd tell you off for being such a naughty little slut." His fingers are dancing between my wet lips, caressing my clit and I'm biting on my lip to contain the cries and sighs I want to release. "And he'd drag you from under these furs and throw you over the side of the sleigh and rip your trousers down."
I can feel his hot cock throbbing in my hand as the cold air whips around my cheeks. My eyes are focused on the pure white canvass of the snowy scene, but my mind is firmly focused on the pleasure brewing between my thighs.
"He'd call you a naughty girl and slap your bum. He'd spank you 'til your ass cheeks glowed hot in this cold air. Then he'd split your juicy buttocks and bury his cock inside your cunt. I'd be in front of you, my cock in your mouth. You'd be taken from both ends, slut. And you'd enjoy being fucked by me and Father Christmas and you'd cream all over everywhere."
I can feel my pussy throbbing and pulsing as the combination of his fingers, his words and the feel of his cock in my hand push me ever closer to orgasm. I want to give him something now, so I take over and begin to whisper dirty little nothings into his ear.
"And when we get back to The Christmas House, he'd get his wife to join in. She's got long, curly red hair and big boobs and home bakery curves you'll just love getting lost in."
