Chapter Twelve

Stephen

Christmas Eve had rolled around, and Trinity and I had been busy all day, preparing the dining room and most of the food for tomorrow. Meanwhile, Mia and Clint had taken the twins to the park for a play date with Willie.

I had to give it to them, handling three energetic kids at the park must have been quite a task. Our twins alone are a handful, and adding Willie to the mix was a surefire recipe for chaos. They were probably the reason we were going gray prematurely.

When they returned, we managed to get the twins bathed, fed, and settled. Thankfully, they were so tired from their day out that they fell asleep without much fuss. This gave us the chance to wrap their gifts and place them under the tree. We were hoping to get to bed at a reasonable hour since we had a busy day ahead.

I left the lounge room and walked into the dining room to find Trinity putting the finishing touches on the decorations. I glanced at the clock—it was 7:30pm. I decided to take a shower, pour us some scotch, and roll a blunt. We could use some time to unwind before heading to bed. I approached Trinity from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. She held onto my arms as I rested my head on her shoulder.

“Babe, you’re amazing. This looks incredible,” I told her.

“Thanks, baby,” she replied, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Everything in the lounge room is done and ready. I’ve vacuumed up all the tinsel that fell everywhere,” I informed her.

“Haha, thanks, love,” she responded.

“I’m going to take a shower now. After that, I’ll get us some scotch and a blunt so we can finally sit down and relax,” I said.

“That sounds perfect. That’ll give me enough time to get the stuff out of the oven and wrap it. We’ll only need to preheat the puddings tomorrow. But remind me, babe, I need to get the roasts on by 6:30am at the latest, or they won’t cook in time,” she said.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to do anything else before I head up to help?” I asked.

“No, baby, you’re fine. I’ve got all the potatoes ready, vegetables are all cut and ready to go in the bowl in the fridge, puddings are made and cooked so they only need preheating tomorrow, and the stuffing doesn’t take long so we can do that tomorrow. I might just need a hand in the morning with the nibbles while I get the roast on,” she explained.

“Of course, love. I’ll be back down soon,” I said.

“See you soon, daddy,” she teased.

“Don’t start, or I’ll be taking you over my shoulder in there with me,” I warned her playfully.

“Get going and let me finish up,” she said, shooing me away.

I smiled at my wife and headed upstairs to get washed. I had just finished shaving when my phone pinged. I saw Clint’s name pop up. I was texting him back when Trinity walked in.

“Hiding in here texting your other woman, hey baby?” she teased.

“Haha, cheeky. I only have one other girl in my life that has my heart, baby, and she’s sleeping in the next room,” I replied.

Trinity came over and kissed me, grabbing a handful of my butt and giving it a squeeze.

“I see someone’s been doing their squats at the gym lately. That butt of yours is feeling mighty firm, babe,” she commented.

“Is that all I am to you, just a piece of meat for you to manhandle?” I asked, feigning offense.

“Yes, and you love it,” she retorted.

“Absolutely, I do,” I agreed.

“I just came up to let you know I’ve finished up. So, I poured us some scotch and rolled up,” she said.

“Thanks, mommy. Let me get my track pants, and I’ll be down,” I replied.

“Okay, babe. I’ll get some ice and meet you outside,” she said.

I quickly kissed her lips and headed into our closet to put on some track pants. I then went outside and sat down, pulling Trinity into my lap as we enjoyed a drink and a smoke, relaxing before the busy day ahead.

“Do you need me to do anything else to help you get ready in the morning, babe? I just have to head out for a little bit in the morning at some stage is all,” I asked.

“Babe, you do realize the only places open on Christmas day are probably gas stations, right?” she pointed out.

“Don’t ask questions, little momma. Just trust me, okay?” I said.

“Okay. And no, baby, I’ll be fine with everything,” she assured me.

After about an hour of talking and going through what else we needed to do for tomorrow, I lifted Trinity off my lap.

“Come on, baby, let’s get to bed. You need some rest before tomorrow,” I suggested.

“Alright, babe. How about you lock up while I go and have a shower? Then, I want to give you one of your Christmas presents early,” she proposed.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, beautiful,” I said.

“I know, but I wanted to,” she insisted.

“Lucky I know what you’re like because I did the same,” I admitted.

“I knew you would,” she said, smiling.

As she headed up to the shower, I locked up downstairs, set the alarm, and then went upstairs to check on the twins. They were still fast asleep. I pulled their blankets back up over them and placed their pacifiers next to them in case they woke up looking for them. I gave them a quick kiss, being careful not to wake them, and then headed into our room, shutting the door. I jumped into bed and flicked on the TV while waiting for Trinity to finish in the shower.

I heard Trinity open the bathroom door and step into the bedroom. My heart started pumping with adrenaline. She was wearing sheer black pantyhose that went all the way down to her black, high-heeled shoes. She had on a black, strappy, and lacy bodysuit that pushed her cleavage together. Her pink nipples were visible through the skimpy suit.

Before I knew it, my hand had pushed my boxer shorts down, and I kicked them off. I slowly started stroking my thick cock as she entered the room.

“Hi, daddy,” she purred, making it very obvious she was walking slowly so I could take in her whole appearance.

My eyes lit up as she twirled on the ball of her feet, showing me every angle of her body. Her ass was barely covered, just the way I liked it. My cock twitched in my hand.

“Do you like your Christmas present, baby?” my wife asked in her most seductive voice, biting her lip as she approached the bed.

She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself right between my legs, crawling on her hands and knees until she was right up by my hard cock. She looked at me with her big brown eyes, batting her eyelashes as she leaned down to lick the length of my cock.

I groaned as I became even harder, which I didn’t think was possible. I was already throbbing. She moved to nip at my inner thighs lightly with her teeth. She kissed down my left thigh and back up, then moved over to my right thigh, purposefully ignoring my bobbing cock.

My wife was playing with me, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She was aware that she was stirring the beast within me, and she relished it. She loved it when I took control, and I loved it just as much.

Her eyes were locked on mine as she leaned down, her tongue tracing a path down my inner left thigh and then back up, barely letting her lips graze my balls before repeating the same tantalizing journey on the right side. My hands found their way to her hair, and as I gathered a handful of it into a makeshift ponytail, my inner beast was unleashed.

“Suck me, my dirty little whore,” I growled at her. I tugged her hair, a gleam in my eyes, before planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Our tongues met and danced around each other before I pushed her head further down into my lap.

I could feel the vibrations of her giggles against me, she knew how much her teasing drove me wild. The more she teased, the harder I pulled her hair.

Her mouth opened and my cock slid onto her waiting tongue. I pushed her further, so I was lodged in her throat. As I fucked her mouth, she tugged lightly on my balls.

This made me moan and thrust further into her, causing her to gag.

“Fuck yes, mommy, I love watching you gag on my cock. I know you can take me so deep,” I said, pumping in and out of her lips. She twirled her tongue along the underside of me, hitting the sweet spot along the veins under my cock head with her tongue ring.

A bead of pre-cum appeared at the end of my shaft and Trinity made a big show of licking it up. To tease me further, she crawled away from me and turned around to wiggle her ass at me. She looked over her shoulder at me with a cheeky grin.

“Get the fuck back here, sexy,” I called, reaching for her and laughing.

“No,” she purred, knowing full well how much I hated when she said no to me.

“My gorgeous little slut, I said get back here,” I commanded, this time more assertively. I had moved to stand by the end of the bed and pulled her to the edge. I reached between her legs and undid the snaps of her lacy lingerie. I then ripped a hole in her pantyhose, exposing her damp, naked pussy.

“Is my whore fucking soaked for daddy?” I asked, running my finger down to touch her swollen clit. With a swift motion, my finger left her pearl and my entire hand came down, slapping her pussy.

“But you were a bad whore, so I'm gonna make you wait for my cock, baby,” I said, slapping her wet lips again, harder this time.

“Please put your fingers in me, I will be good, daddy, I promise,” Trinity moaned, her back arching. I reached my big hands up and put them around her throat, adding pressure, lightly choking her.

“I will fuck my pussy when I say so,” I said, walking over to the chair in our room and picking up my belt that I had stripped off before. I bound my wife's hands together over her head. I was now in complete control and we both knew it and we both loved it.

I put my hands under her hips and flipped her over so her feet were rested on the ground and her stomach was laying on the bed. My hand came down once on her left butt cheek, turning it red. Trinity's big, round ass looked hottest with daddy's handprint on it.

She knew I loved smacking her ass so badly. I listened as she whimpered with desire. I spanked her three more times to make sure that my mark would stay on her. My two fingers slipped back between her legs, where she was aching for me, and I pumped in and out of her pussy.

I was fingering her slick walls so fast she felt her pussy muscles clench and she began dripping down my hand. I forced her legs to be spread wider and rubbed my thumb along her nub, my fingers still buried deep into her. Her first orgasm of the night hit her hard and she squirmed under my hands. I finger fucked her until her first orgasm subsided.

I took my fingers out of her and brought them around to her mouth. She sucked her own juices off my hand. I rolled her over again so she was laying on her back, hands still bound.

“My cock needs your mouth again,” I said, pulling her off the bed. She assumed her position on her knees. She knew better than to tease me when we were this turned on. She needed my cock too. She parted her lips and I thrust into her mouth with force. I lightly slapped her face with the hand that she had been sucking as my cock hit the back of her throat.

“Daddy, you like seeing your cock in my mouth?” she cooed, looking up at me, innocently. Her bound hands were sliding up and down my shaft as her mouth was working wonders along the head, making sure to use lots of tongue just like I liked. She kept sucking, stroking and licking me vigorously until I was about to blow.

“Not as much as I want to see it buried in your pussy, my little momma,” I said, pulling my cock out of her eager, magic mouth. I had to stop or I would cum right then and there. Trinity climbed back onto her back on the bed and spread her legs, giving me the prettiest view of her wetness.

My wife usually kept a trimmed little strip of hair on her pussy but I had to stop and calm myself for a minute so I didn't blow on the floor when I saw she was waxed completely and her pussy looked delicious.

I bent down to lap up some of her pussy juice with my tongue, flicking it quickly around her nub.

I moved my head from her pussy to her hard nipples and sucked them at the same time I positioned my hard cock at her entrance and moved it through her wet slit, teasing her one last time before sliding it all the way into her tight hole.

I started grinding into her slowly, letting her stretch around my length. Once she accommodated my huge cock in her pussy, I grabbed her tits hard and started to really fuck her.

My cum-filled balls were slapping against her lady parts with a wet sound. I was pushing all the way into her. My hard cock ramming into her over and over again. As I thrust into her again I grabbed her neck again, choking her.

“Yes, baby, choke me harder, abuse my body for your pleasure, daddy,” she gasped out, driving me wild. There was something so sexy about the filthy words that came out of my wife's pretty little mouth when we shared these moments of passion. She was so classy and elegant to the public eye but my god she was a filthy little whore for me. And I loved it.

She placed her hand over mine, resting on her throat, silently urging me to be as rough as I dared. I tightened my grip, feeling myself harden inside her. The bed was shaking, our moans and pants loud enough to wake the dead. I was buried deep inside her, but I leaned back, pressing my hips in deeper and teasing her hard nipples.

“Ride me,” I growled at her.

With that, she climbed on top of me, straddling my throbbing cock. Her bound hands rested on my chest as she lowered herself onto me. I could feel myself hitting her sweet spot, her walls tightening and muscles spasming, milking me. Her beautiful breasts bounced as she ground herself onto me.

Trinity began to move, her ass rising and falling, grinding on me. Our moans filled the room. My hands were everywhere—holding her bouncing ass, grasping her neck, pulling her hair.

I reached around, teasing her tight little hole, circling it with my finger, eventually slipping one inside. I loved the extra penetration, and I knew she did too from the way she purred. Her moans were growing louder, a sure sign that her climax was near. She rode me, matching the pace of her quickened breaths.

“I’m going to fill you. You’re my cum whore, I’m going to fill you up,” I growled, stroking her clit so we could climax together. I felt my balls tighten and release with a final thrust. My hot cum shot deep into her at the same time her orgasm washed over her, sending tingles all over her body.

She felt every drop of me deep inside her. Her toes curled, her back arched, but I kept thrusting, pushing myself further into her.

As she threw her head back, I sat up slightly, grabbing her throat with one hand, forcing her to look at me. My other hand didn’t stop rubbing her clit until I felt her release, knew I was making her squirt.

Five or six gushes of her sweet juice ran out of her, coating me and soaking our sheets.

“Fuck yes, baby, yes. Squirt on daddy’s cock. Ugh, yes, I love it when you squirt. Do it, baby, give me more,” I groaned.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, daddy,” she moaned.

We were both crying out in ecstasy, exchanging words of wonder. I thrust up into her a few more times, making sure every last drop was drained from me as I slowly released my grip on her neck. Her pussy clenched tight as I pulled out.

As we both came down from our intense orgasms, I untied her wrists and kissed her softly. Our hearts were racing, our breaths ragged and quick.

We kissed a few more times before I crawled into bed beside her, discarding the blanket that was now soaked from our pleasure.

We laughed, our heavy breaths filling the room, basking in the afterglow. I pulled her into me, her beautiful ass pressed against my groin just the way I liked it. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair, breathing her in. ~Best Christmas present ever,~ I thought to myself. Just before we drifted off to sleep, I heard her whisper.

“I love you, Merry Christmas, baby.”