"Yes, we'll be there... I know! I'm excited too!"
That's how it all began.
My wife of five years had volunteered us to spend the night at her parents' house, to somehow re-live her childhood for her mother who was going through some sort of life crisis now that her two oldest were grown and had moved out.
Her mother and father, Shelly and Brad, had created a lovely home since their marriage in 1970. They had raised four beautiful kids, two were still in grade school and the second oldest, my wife's sister, had moved out a year ago to be with her "true love" boyfriend in the city. Ally, my sweetheart, was the oldest and therefore bore the brunt of guilt from her parents for moving away the earliest.
Their home remained a warm and loving place and had that sort of "home for the holidays" feel to it. Several candles wafted scents into the air of "warm vanilla", or "chocolate brownies", or even "holiday spice".
There were always soft blankets to cuddle up on, and even the couch made you melt when you plopped down into the soft cushions. The house itself was built sometime in the sixties, but it had all the coziness of a century's old Victorian.
Shelly had asked me several times before if Ally and I would be around for Christmas. Each time I would find some reason to excuse myself or simply change the subject to something more interesting. It wasn't that I hated her parents, just the opposite indeed, but I wanted to be at home with my wife, and make love under our tree by candlelight.
But here we stood at her parents' house in the freezing cold, me holding a rock-hard fruitcake and a ton of presents, meticulously wrapped with thousands of tissue paper bows and ribbons and stickers of all shapes and sizes. I was officially "over" it before it began.
Ally rocked back and forth, breathing steam into the air and mumbled "come on mom, it's freezing out here!" I nodded in agreement and looked around for signs of movement from inside. A light flickered on in the hallway beyond the door, but not a sound was heard.
Finally after five minutes, her mother opened the door and pushed open the screen towards us. Her eyes grew wide and a huge smile appeared on her face as she saw her daughter and I.
"Come in dear! Oh it's wonderful to see you sweetheart! It's so nice to have you home again! And you brought gifts? Bless your heart you sweet angels!" she gushed at us.
I couldn't help but flash a smile as I shuffled through the front door, clumping my snow-covered boots on the mat before I stepped inside. I peered inside to the kitchen in front of me, and remembered the time when Ally gave me a hand job under the table at family dinner on a Sunday evening. We were much younger then, but she WAS my sneaky little slut...
I heard some chatter from the living room and as I removed my gloves and scarf, Ally's sister greeted me with a big hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
Her name was Jade and she was always peppy, especially around the holidays. I once nicknamed her the "chipper-chipmunk", since she loved to bounce around the house and seemed on a mission to catch Ally and I in our most private embraces.
Jade slid by me as she saw my wife and threw her arms around her, both of them screaming like they were ten years old again. I shook my head and smiled at my wife who had a huge smirk on her face. I could see her stunning blue eyes glistening with happy tears.
Turning towards the living room, Brad and his two youngest, Kris and Alexia, stood to greet me. Brad presented his meaty paw to me with a big grin and said "Great to see ya again Son-in-Law!".
I grabbed his hand with mine and made sure to squeeze a bit while we patted each other on the arm. Kris also shook my hand and asked if we were staying the night. I replied that we were and little Alexia, only ten years old, shrieked in delight.
I leaned over and picked her up with both hands, holding her in the air like a trophy. "I got me a BIG one!" I yelled as I wrestled her lightly into the couch. She was only a child, but her laughter raised my spirits and made me feel at home. I smiled to myself and laughed along with her...
(3 hours later...)
After a nice, filling meal of turkey and ham, mashed potatoes, corn, string beans and a host of deserts, the whole family was feeling quite full. The music and ruckus of earlier had long-since died down and everyone had either plopped down into the couch or onto soft blankets on the floor.
"A Christmas Carol" was on television and the dimming lights and sweet aromas from the candles had put us all in a sleepy mood. Although it was only eight o'clock, my eyes had grown heavy and I found myself begin to nod off.
Suddenly, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. It wasn't loud enough to hear over the television, but I was able to slide it out of my pants pocket and flip open the visor without much of an afterthought.
"1 New Text Message -- From: Ally"
I glanced over at my wife, who was nestled between Jade and Alexia. They were watching the movie contently. Ally winked at me quickly before returning her eyes to the screen.
I opened the text message to find one of most erotic pictures of my wife I had ever seen. She must've taken it after getting in the bath. The picture was of her naked body in a bubble-filled tub, one hand grasping her razor in position to shave fuzzy cunt.
Her lovely breasts her hanging down slightly and she was leaning over the rim, reaching for her pink colored dildo beside the tub. Her nipples were covered in foamy bubbles and her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, showing off her supple skin and sensitive neck.
My eyes grew wide as I felt my cock engorge against my pants. I flipped the phone closed quickly and cleared my throat with a little cough while I glanced around to make sure no-one else saw my reaction. Not a single look in my direction. I was lucky. I put my cell phone on "silent", so no more vibrations would bother the others.
Ally was looking at me again, waiting for my response. I furrowed my brow at her with a sly grin, and mouthed "naughty" across the room. A smile peaked through her soft lips and mouthed back "five -- minutes". I wasn't sure what she had said and sent a confused look her way.
She held up her cell phone and wiggled it at me. Remembering that my phone was on silent, I flipped mine open.
"2 New Text Messages -- From: Ally, Ally"
Smiling at her, then at the visor, I opened the first message. It read, "You like? If so...". I paused. Then I opened the second message and it said, "If so ... meet me in my sister's room upstairs in five minutes".
My cock became instantly hard. My wife used to be a tease, but recently her focused seemed more on her work at the office and her makeup business on the side. I never expected her to be this sneaky, especially at Christmas time, in her parents house, with her family all around.
Questions roared through my head. "What did she have in mind? Would we fuck? What if her parents found us? What if her sister barged in again? Why her sister's bedroom anyway? What would we say if we were caught? How could I explain to her parents that I filled her tight snatch with my cum while they were ten feet below us?"
My pulse quickened as I brought myself back to the present. My breathing had become heavy and I realized my cock was pushing against my pants, creating a very obvious bulge. Ally had noticed and her eyes widened, as I darted my gaze between her siblings and parents. "A Christmas Carol" had them hypnotized to the television screen.
My wife quickly stood and complained of a cramp in her leg. She grabbed her right leg and hopped a bit in place. Shelly told her to walk on it and let the blood flow.
Ally said she wanted to walk upstairs a bit to loosen her leg and see if she could find the cat, "Mr. Fluffy" who had a strange habit of hiding Jade's closet. It all seemed to make sense to me now, her cover story might just work...
I let her hobble up the stairs and counted the seconds off in my mind. The family chuckled at the movie and began to whisper about childhood memories of Christmas's long ago. I lifted myself to a seated position, and yawned a bit obnoxiously.