"The bearer of this coupon is entitled to receive one sensuous full-body massage!" Eden read. She smiled. "The bearer of this coupon is entitled to receive one hot dog with all the fixings! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to have her pussy eaten! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to have her ass fucked! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to receive some company while she shops in the mall for shoes for herself (with her husband's credit card)! The bearer of this coupon is entitled to receive breakfast in bed!"
Her smile grew wider with each coupon, and Eden found herself turning to the next coupon on the page that she had received, with great anticipation. As one of the gifts stuffing her Christmas stocking this was turning out to be interesting. She was shocked but delighted by the pair of edible panties and the thong! She shook her head disbelievingly. A thong at her age! She was completely overwhelmed by the diamond ring with matching earrings; the pair of tickets to this year's pantomime at the Ward Theatre and the pair for a cruise to Alaska; the gold chain; the sweets; the chocolates; the keys to the 5-door, Race Red-coloured 2013 Ford Focus with the big gold bow parked in her driveway that she saw through the bedroom window. The coupons, all hand-written in ink on a sheet of paper that was folded, outlined, again in ink, and painted in childish watercolour, were more personal and far more appealing.
"The bearer of this coupon is entitled to receive rhumba-dancing lessons...conditions apply. (PTO)." She turned the sheet of coupons around, and read the calligraphy on the back.
"This coupon is redeemable only at the BAILAR STUDIO in Kingston and must be redeemed between 1 January 2013 and 31 December 2013. The bearer must bring a personal dance partner to each of the 36 sessions that comprise this offer."
She paused, and looked at the smiling, bearded man who sat quietly watching her coo over the gifts filling her Christmas stocking. She hadn't seen when he filled it, though it hung by her bedside during the night since they didn't have a chimney. She felt her eyes burn, and she tried not to burst into tears, and spoil the moment for them both. It didn't work. She cried. She knew what Christian was trying to do. He was still trying to make it up to her for frightening her badly by having a heart attack in February. It was not necessary what he was doing, but he was still trying to prove to her that he was now fine, and that he was promising her a long, and healthy, lifetime filled with happier memories than they had had so far.
Christian really had made a full recovery. He had fought his way back to health bravely as a gift for them both. Through a careful diet and exercise programme, and strict adherence to a regimen of prescription medication he got back into shape, and having rested at home for several months, with mainly Eden for company, his sex life with her had exploded beyond anything that they had experienced in their marriage up to that point. The only problem was that he had returned to work even though Eden knew that she didn't really want him to do so. He kept saying that he had to be there to keep an eye on things. Their investors had taken it badly that he had been ill for so long, despite the fact that their daughter, Daniela, had done a great job running the place during his absence.
"Don't cry, sweetie!" Christian coaxed, hugging her tightly. He had spent a lot of time doing that after he had come home from the hospital. She had stayed with him nearly every hour of every day while he was there; leaving only to grab quick showers each day, while their daughter had run the business in their absence, calming the fears of their investors as best she could. Christian had gone back to work to great fanfare after six months, but it was obvious to those close to him that his heart wasn't completely in it anymore. Despite this, he put in daily appearances at the office in New Kingston, and met with each of their investors to prove to them that he was as good as new and still in charge. Eden reflected that at 63, many people were already retired, not just saying to their wives that they would think about it. She dried her tears, and smiled at him.
"I'm sorry for being such a cry baby, my love, but I just remembered how lucky I am that you're here with me this Christmas," she said. "We're definitely going to be taking these dance classes next year."
"I know, honey; I know. I promise you that things will get better very soon."
Eden didn't really believe him. The man was a workaholic putting in 18-hour days six days per week. It was that that had nearly driven him to his grave, but although he had spent a lot of time with her during his convalescence, she could see him slipping back into his old patterns. She decided not to say anything for the sake of having a peaceful day, and hugging her thanks, she read through the other coupons that promised one delight after another, opened some of the gifts that Christian did not want their friends and family members to see when they came for dinner later that evening, and gave him some similarly private gifts that she had bought for him that were for his eyes only.
Their other, more public gifts to each other were still under the giant Christmas tree that was in the living room downstairs along with the presents that they had bought for their many relatives and friends. They had decorated that tree and the rest of the ground floor together, with the help of their daughter, just as they had done every year since her third birthday when she was in charge of carefully handing her father the gold balls that her mother gave her one at a time. This year, their son-in-law and 5-year old grandson had helped for the first time, continuing their family's tradition.
It was nearly two hours later before Christian and Eden staggered out of bed. Listening to the Queen's Christmas Message gave way to an early Christmas morning fashion show featuring the new black, lace teddy, the see-through nightie and the thong that he had bought for her, a sampling of one of the edible undies and a test drive of the vibrating cock ring that she had bought for him. This meant that they had time only for a quick breakfast before they needed to begin preparing dinner for their relatives. They had invited about 120 people, their closest relatives and friends, to their traditional Christmas dinner gathering and they knew that this year was going to be special since everyone wanted to celebrate Christian's recovery.
Despite the numerous activities of the day, Christian had crooked his finger into the waist of one of her edible panties and drawn Eden toward him. Things had descended rapidly from there after he tickled at her cunt as she straddled his chest. Eden tried to roll off quickly, but he held her in place, rolling her off only when he was ready to eat her pussy; an advance on the services to be provided once she redeemed her coupons.
Christian gazed at his wife lovingly, he ran his hands along her long, hairless legs, revelling in the little bit of extra padding that was there. He had never really liked bone-skinny women, and Eden's 10-pound weight gain over the course of their 40 year marriage was pleasing to them both, for different reasons. He grinned at her and then began licking and nibbling at his wife's clit, sucking her, until squirming and screaming his name, she squirted her cum into his face. He kissed along her inner thighs toward her knees and then suddenly he rose up and, kneeling in the bed, hoisted her legs and placed them on his shoulders so that her now-lubricated cunt was open, glistening, waiting for his hard length.
He rested it at the entrance of her body, and, reaching down, he traced his finger along the crack of her ass. This caused Eden to thrust her pelvis toward him, allowing the head of his cock to disappear between her pussy lips. Christian bore down on her then, allowing his weight to carry him to the bottom of her slick shaft. He pulled out and slammed back into her in a long, measured stroke almost immediately. He kept doing this, listening to Eden whimper her pleasure, until he felt his balls tighten and he grabbed for her hips to hold her in place while he delivered his cum deep into her body.
"Wow! I've just had dessert before my main meal," Christian sighed, nuzzling Eden's neck. "Who taught you to be so sexy, my love?"
