It is tough when your kids get to a certain age. You want to keep the mystery and magic of the universe, but you don’t want to lie to them either. Like when they find your vibrator in your nightstand and you explain that “It is something that daddy and mommy uses to help massage our muscles when they are sore.”
“But, Mommy, why was it in the nightstand, with tubes of ‘jelly’ and lotion?” they honestly ask.
Your husband walks up, “Kiddo, you have seen me massage mommy’s feet when they are sore, right?”
“Uh-hu.”
“And sometimes I put lotion on them when I do it, right?” He continues.
“Sure” he nods.
“Sometimes mommy needs daddy to massage other places. This helps with that.”
“And the lotions are like the foot lotion and skin cream?” your child continues.
“Yes. They are used by mommies and daddies. That’s why we keep them in the nightstand drawer. Any other questions, my dear?”
“Nope. Can I watch a video?” they ask in a satisfied tone.
“Sure, go turn on Disney or Nick. Maybe we’ll watch too in a bit.” Once they are in the other room, you say “That was close. Can you put this back in the drawer?”
“Sure, my love. By the way, do you see why I put all of the Christmas gifts in the storage unit?” He says taking it from you and walking towards the bedroom.
“Yes, If they were in our closet the kids would have probably found them. Do you want some hot cocoa?”
As you sit in the family room drinking hot cocoa with your husband and kids, you, remind the kids that they aren’t to go into mommy and daddy’s room, no matter how tempting it is. They happily agree, but you know that they will forget or temptation will get the best of them.
Yes, your husband was right to put the Christmas gifts in the storage unit, when he got out the decorations.
Later on, lying in bed, you ask, “Dear, how are you going to put the presents under the tree without the kids knowing they are from us?”
“I have a plan. I’ll get them from storage when the kids are asleep and bring them home before they wake up. I might even have a few surprises for you too.” He says as he holds your body tightly against his. His hands slowly caressing your breasts as he kisses your neck. You reach down and grab his hardening dick.
“Mmmm I guess I won’t need the massager tonight.” You say playfully.
After kissing, licking, rubbing, and preparing each other, lower yourself on him and ride him. Enjoying how it feels to have him inside of you. So much, that you don’t notice you are getting loud.
A soft rapping on the bedroom door. “Mommy, Daddy. Are you okay?” you hear a soft voice ask.
Nervously, you respond, “We are okay, baby. Go back to bed. Daddy is helping Mommy.”
“Yes, baby, Mommy had a cramp and I am massaging her.”
“Yes, the cramp went away, and I feel better.” You say as you climb off your husband, wrap a blanket around you and go to the door. Opening it you see your son, standing there hugging his stuffed animal.
“Are you sure you’re okay Mommy? You sounded like you were hurt.”
You hug him tightly, wrapping the blanket around him too as you try to ignore the wetness of your pussy under your nightgown. “I’m better now. Let’s go back to bed.”
You walk with him and make sure he gets back in bed. Kissing him on his forehead and then kissing his stuffed animal, you tell him to sleep tight, you will see him in the morning.
You check on your daughter, who is sound asleep in her room.
As you climb back into bed, you snuggle back up to your husband. “Do you want to continue?” you quietly ask.
He hugs you tightly, “Not right now. I don’t want to have to explain that you are helping me with a cramp too. Plus it is getting late.” He kisses you again, “And I have a special plan for Christmas Eve.”
Christmas Eve is a busy day. Both your husband and you had work. You went into the office, while he teleworked and watched the kids. You were hoping the office would be quiet but most of your co-workers either took vacation time or were teleworking, so you were the person in the office to answer phones, deal with the cleaning staff, and respond to last-minute requests from the managers. Aside from that, the office was empty. A couple times during the day, you send a few suggestive texts to your husband. He responds, but you can tell the kids are near him so he is keeps things G-rated. You fantasize about him being in your office, licking your pussy as you sit on the bosses desk, and then having your husband fuck you hard so that you make a mess all over the couch in the break room. But they are just fantasies and will have to wait.
By the time you get home, you are exhausted, because holiday traffic was so heavy and stressful. When you walk into the house, you smell dinner cooking. The kids run up and hug you as you take off your coat.
“Daddy said we should eat before we go to Church.”
“Yeah, he made mashed tatoes and ham.”
“He even made orange potatoes, and peas. Daddy let me sprinkle the brown sugar on them.”
“I got to eat some pineapple, as Daddy put them on the ham.”
As you walk into the kitchen, your husband is stirring a few pots on the stove and you can smell the ham baking in the oven. You walk up and kiss him, placing a hand on his waist.
“Mmmm that smells good. Thanks for having things ready.”
“I figured if you had teleworked, you would have done the same thing.” He turns and kisses you harder. “Why don’t you change into something comfortable and I’ll have the kids set the table. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”
You give him a side hug, and whisper in his ear, “I wish the kids were out right now. I could use a special massage. All day I have been fantasizing about having sex with you. On my manager’s desk, on the break room couch, and even sucking you off as I answer the phone.”
“I’m sorry that I missed all of that. But I promise to make it up to you tonight. I have a special surprise once the kids are asleep.” He whispers back.
You nod and head to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes. You could change into sweats and an ugly Christmas sweater that your in-laws gave you, but after dinner you will go to church, so you put on a dress with matching bra and panties, and of course a slip. You could do stockings, but decide on pantyhose instead. Looking in the mirror, you are pleased with how you look. Conservative and slightly classy. Perfect for church.
“Wow Mommy, you look beau’ful” your daughter says.
“I helped set the table, so everyone sit and eat.” Your son proudly comments.
“You look nice, Dear.” Your husband says as he carries out the serving bowls with food.
In a minute, your husband says Grace and then you all dish up. It tastes as good as it smells. It doesn’t surprise you, because your husband is a pretty good cook.
After dinner, your husband cleans the kitchen as you get the kids dressed for church. You want them to look nice, so “pretty clothes and dress shoes” you tell them as you help. They are still young enough that they will wear what you tell them, without too many complaints. By the time you are done, your husband has put on at sport coat and tie. He picked the tie with bright red poinsettias on it. Another previous gift from your in-laws.
The Christmas Eve service is well attended, and similar to previous ones. Your favorite part is when the lights go out, and everyone holds up a small battery powered candle as you sing “Silent Night”. It is always so pretty. And then it is followed by the lights coming back on and the choir loudly proclaiming “Joy to the World”. Your son sings along as loud as he can. On your way out the Minister shakes everyone’s hand and thanks them for attending. Your son loudly asks “Is Santa coming here tonight too? To bring presents to baby Jesus?”
The minister crouches down and smiles. “I bet he will. Why don’t you come back on Sunday? Maybe Santa will have left something for him.”
Your husband is carrying your daughter who is feeling sleepy after the big dinner and long service. “Then we better get home, so Santa remembers to visit our house too.” He says, shaking the Minister’s hand. “Great sermon. See you Sunday.”
Once you are home, everyone gets ready for bed, but your husband has the kids sit on the couch. You set out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa. Your husband brings out two books. “Twas the Night Before Christmas” and “How the Grinch stole Christmas.” He starts with the Grinch. But instead of using his loud reading voice, tonight he’s reading in a softer and quieter tone. By the time he finishes, both kids are asleep. You help him carry them to bed.
“Okay. I’ll get the presents. Can you change into your silky nightie and robe combo?” He asks.
You nod but are curious. The nightie is sheer and almost see-thru and barely covers you. The robe is thin, silky, but opaque. Just in case one of the kids wakes up, you are still covered.
You aren’t sure what he is doing, but knowing your husband it’s something you will enjoy. You sit on the couch and read one of your “smutty fantasy novels”. As it describes an elf having sex with a female warrior, you get a little wet.
The door slowly opens and you see Santa carrying a large bag over his shoulder. “What! Who are you?” you ask almost too loudly.
Then you recognize your husband’s voice from under the fake beard. “So have you been a good girl this year?”
You get off the couch and help him put the gifts under the tree as he pulls them out of the bag. “I can’t believe you did this.” You whisper to him.
“Do you like it?” he whispers back.
“I’ll show you after we get all the gifts under the tree.” You say.
In a few minutes, everything looks amazing. You take your cell phone and snap some photos. Including a few of Santa putting gifts under the tree.
Then he hugs you, “So have you been a good girl this year, or have you been naughty?”
You are already turned on, and the Santa suit seems so kinky you tell him, “I have been a naughty girl. What does Santa do with naughty girls?” Then you undo your robe and show him your nightie underneath. Your nipples harden as he caresses your breasts through the silky fabric.
“Maybe I should spank you first. Naughty girls get spankings.” It had been a while since your husband played with your ass. But the thought of it sends a tingle though you.
He sits on the couch and pulls you across his lap, uncovering your bare ass.
“Oh I see you are a naughty girl. You don’t have panties on under your nightie.” He then smacks your right cheek. It feels good and not painful. Then he smacks the left one a little harder. His fingers then move up and down your damp pussy and ass crack. “Yes, you are a naughty girl. You are excited to see Santa tonight.”
As you lie across his lap, the fake fur of the Santa costume is soft on your skin, and you feel him getting hard under you. “I think Santa like it too.” You say in a breathless voice.
“Maybe naughty girls want something else Santa has?” He says, as he moves you to your knees and pulls down his pants. His hard cock tents his boxers.
“Oh, My Santa. Is that all for me?” you ask in a playful tone. Then you take it and lick the tip. You love his tip feels in your mouth.
“Naughty girls love to suck on Santa.”
“If I suck you off, will I be a Good Girl?”
“Do you want to suck or ride me?” he asks in an honest tone.
You cover his hard schlong in saliva and then move up. “You know I love Cowgirl. Let me ride you hard, Santa.”
He keeps the Santa Coat on as he sits back down on the couch. You mount him as he frees your breasts from the nightie and sucks your nipples. His warm wet mouth feels so good as he firmly sucks each nipple.
Your clit grinds against his neatly trimmed pubic patch as you flex your hips and ride him deeply. As you ride harder and faster, your husband kisses your mouth and grabs your hips. You know he is trying to keep quiet as he is close to cuming. You feel the pleasure moving through you as your husband holds you still and you feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Your pussy pulses around him and you kiss him harder.
He hugs you firmly for a moment and then you get up. There is a wet spot on the couch and when your husband stands up, cum drips from his soft cock onto the Santa pants around his ankles. “So much for my cleaning deposit” he mumbles.
You go to the kitchen and get some paper towels and fabric cleaner. The kids spill on the couch all the time, but juice doesn’t smell like sex so it is better to clean up after yourselves.
Your husband hands you a couple of cookies as he helps you wipe off the couch.
“You better drink that milk before it spoils.” You say.
He nods and chugs it down. “I better take the outfit back to the storage unit before they close for the night. I will see you in bed when I am done.”
You kiss him as he leaves, then go to bed, placing the robe by your vanity in your bedroom. When he gets back, he lies next to you and spoons you. His semi-hard dick nicely fitting against the crack of your ass, and his arm across you.
“Look what Santa Brought Us!” your kids scream as they bust into your bedroom. The sun is barely up, but it is morning.
“Okay kids. Give mommy and daddy a few minutes and we will come and see.” Your husband says in a fatherly tone, and the kids scamper back to the family room. He then kisses you. “Did you enjoy last night?”
“Yes. It wasn’t what I expected. But I was pleasantly surprised. Give me a minute I will put on sweats and my ugly Christmas sweater.” You say as you stretch and get up, still wearing your sheer nightie.
“So sexy.” You hear your husband say in a low tone and then pulls on sweatpants too. “I wonder if you are still on Santa’s Naughty list?”
“If I take the kids over to your parent’s house later, maybe you can find out.” You say in a sexy tone as you dress and join the rest of the family.
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