The buzz of Christmas morning was at a peak. All the presents had been opened. Well, all but one. Our two college-aged children were eager to meet up with their friends. Wifey and I were about to be home alone. I could hardly wait.
As she sat across the room from me, framed by the bright colors and heaps of gifts and shredded wrapping paper, I smiled. Her body was snuggled in her soft, terrycloth robe; feet curled up inside her new, fuzzy slippers. My mind slithered with x-ray type fantasy vision, picturing those amazing 36c breasts tucked just out of sight, nipples the size of tennis balls always erect and enticing poking out discreetly.
As I watched her sip on her cup of hot cocoa and flip through a new recipe book she was excited about, my fantasy vision lapped up the projection of her stunning, married pussy that was tighter than a vice and smoother than glazed ceramic. I lingered over the mental images I had stored of her stepping out of the shower, dripping wet, fleshy folds puffy and protruding between the folds of her slit. My cock twitched at the stimulating memory of the countless times my cock had been clenched by, coated by, taken deep by those amazing folds as I slid my cock up inside of her.
Finally, the kids were gone. I emerged from my office with that final gift in my hands. "One last gift for you sweetie" I said as I smiled at her. I approached her on the couch and sat playfully next to her.
"What's this?" she queried.
"Oh. One final gift that I thought would be more appropriate to open after the kids left." I winked at her with a glint in my eyes that signaled something edgy was wrapped inside that package.
She sat her recipe book down, handled the package with care, and executed a playful inspection as she offered a guess or two as to what was inside. "Hmmm, too heavy to be something skimpy and sexy" she giggled as she scooted on the couch to sit up "indian-style" legs crossed as she dared my eyes to try and catch a glimpse of her alabaster skin edging just a bit more into view.
I smiled and shook my head no, confirming her deduction, even as my eyes measured how her robe pulled open just enough to tease my eyes with the upper edge of her ripe breasts, braless yet firm.
She held the box up to her ear and gently shook it. "Hmmm, no rattling or shaking. That rules out a new, um, toy." She smiled as she acknowledged my eyes craving her more than ever, working the angles to make sure her body took advantage of my restraint.
As she tugged on the tape and tore open the wrapping paper, she pulled the shoebox to her lap. She opened the lid. I eagerly studied the expression on her face. It was a combination of curiosity and confusion.
I laughed as I prompted her to read the card that was tucked underneath the golden jar of honey that had first met her eyes. She reached in the box, grabbed the home-made card I had created, and opened it.
"Read it out loud" I urged her.
The front cover simply read, "Naughty AND Nice!" She read those words slowly out loud, almost as if she were trying to delay her arrival at the message she would discover as she opened the card. She opened it, and began to read it aloud.
I love you, I crave you
You are amazing to me,
When I fuck you, I crave you
In ways even amazing to me.
Your body when either
Fully dressed or totally nude,
Is the object of desire
To every man that sees you.
So here is a gift
Both nice and naughty
A full portion of honey
To coat your entire nude body.
Reservations are made
The hotel room is prepared,
Tomorrow at sundown
A naughty game if you dare.
I plan to disrobe you
and smother you with honey,
Then invite others to share