So July rolled around, and I must say I was ahead of the game, our Christmas decorations had been down for a whole month. All except for one lonely sprig of cheap plastic mistletoe between the kitchen and the living room, which still hung from a tiny cup-hook. I had forgotten it and wasn't gonna' drag out the Christmas boxes again, so I just left it. If I had known the uproar it was going to cause I may have reconsidered, of course I'm not sure about that either.
I invited a few friends over for a friendly Friday night game. I'd like to be cool and say it was cards, but it was actually a role playing game. They showed up and we ordered pizza, and my wife retired to the living room to watch TV. Anyway she was wearing a little sundress, as it was close to eighty degrees even at night. She's a cutey, 5'4" slim waist round behind, perky small c-cup breasts, and short bouncy light blond hair.
One of my four buddies noticed the mistletoe and began giving me a ration of crap for it. It had actually been irking my wife for a couple of days too. She wasn't tall enough to reach the boxes or would've put it away herself. The slam-fest continued and I was getting all kinds of crap, I told them I liked having mistletoe up hoping to quiet them a little.
"What good is mistletoe with a bunch of guys?" One of my friends asked.
"We're not all guys!" Another said. My wife started to giggle. She set her wine cooler on the coffee table. I had everything set up for the game and was halfway through my second beer, I was ready to get playing.
"They're right hon." My wife chimed in. "There ARE rules to mistletoe, and I AM the only woman here, you'd better take it down." She was giggling, but the guys although laughing picked up on the flirtatious vibe VERY quickly.
"I'll take it down first thing in the morning." I said. "I promise, the food will be here soon, is everyone set to play?"
"Suit yourself." My wife said and went back to sit down. The food came and the beer flowed. My wife refreshed her wine cooler without incident. Then Roger one of my friends headed for the bathroom. On the way out he passed my wife.
"Hey." He said stopping and looking down at the couch where she sat sipping and flipping through the channels, her sun dress draped almost to her knees which were bent with her feet under her. "I'm about to walk under the mistletoe for the second time. No kiss!" He said sarcastically. My wife giggled quite a bit, and he kept walking, but as he got to the mistletoe she called after him and got up still giggling. He stopped directly under it.
"You wouldn't dare!" I said laughing in spite of myself. My wife sauntered up and gave him a quick flirty peck on the cheek.
"Hey I walked through it twice!" Roger said. My wife stepped back up, but as she headed for his cheek he turned and she pecked him instead dryly on the mouth. She blushed and giggled and gushed before heading back to the couch.
Needless to say my next friend was heading for the bathroom before Roger even sat down.
"Uh oh." My wife said. "Well rules are rules." She giggled and came back to meet him at the threshold. She had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him, and this time she met his lips, for another simple peck although this time I had seen her lick her lips first.
I was a little angry, but mostly just knew I should've taken the mistletoe down. When she had stood on her tiptoes everyone seated at the table had caught a healthy glimpse of her thighs, as the sundress wasn't particularly long. I would've gotten up to take the mistletoe down right then, but I actually had a slight erection and didn't want to be embarrassed. Gabe came out of the bathroom and my wife waited dutifully by the mistletoe. Gabe sauntered up to her and as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him he leaned back putting his arms on her hips. She leaned with him pressing her breasts against his chest and mashing her lips to his. A second or two passed and Gabe leaned forward again letting her settle back to the floor. If she had been wearing stocking we all would've seen the tops with that maneuver. My cock was now hard and I didn't know what to do.
Quickly Dan another friend headed to the doorway where my wife quickly took a large swig of cooler and licked her lips.