A Christmas Gift

Edited by Connie Ann.

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It was Christmas Eve and our eighteen year old daughter along with my husband sat watching "Donald Duck" as it played on the TV. Donald Duck, I had seen it so many times that I could do without seeing it again. It is Christmas and the spirit had found its way into our house today. I then remembered that I forgot to wash up after the Christmas dinner, so I went into the washroom to freshen up, and then I went into the kitchen and felt cozy. "Now I'll go out and buy the magazine, " my husband said and smiled at me.

"Dad, Santa is coming soon!", said our daughter.

"Dad will come back in time," I said and gave my husband a kiss before he left.

We had been together for ten years since we finished high school, and he is the man I love and actually the only one I had. Now I'm supposed to give him his own Christmas present. I have enough time to put on the sexy red dress I bought the other day. It ends four inches above the knees with thin loose straps and sufficient firmness at the breasts without having to use any bra. I also bought tan stockings with a garter belt and white panties. I have never worn this kind of outfit before but wanted to wear it now. All day long I have been a little horny thinking about having sex, and it will certainly not stop tonight.

I hurried to the bedroom to change clothes. It was a special feeling to slide in those stockings, you understand that it's attractive; long socks that strengthens the roundness of the really sexy thigh. I have red pumps on my feet. I watched myself in the mirror to see a woman about 170 cm tall with shoulder-length straight blonde hair and blue eyes. The archetype of a Swedish woman. The red dress felt nice around my forms, especially when I moved; I am, after all, quite fit with sexy legs. I slowly pulled up the dress over my thighs, exposed the long stockings and stroked my fingers upwards the inside of my thigh, I felt that I was ready for anything. Oh my God! I had to stop playing with myself. I took my panties off to give him a surprise he'll never forget.

"Mom! Santa is here," my daughter yelled out.

An old man with a mask, red suit and sack approached the house. He stepped into the house and sat on a chair in the living room and looked through the bag. Almost all packages were to our daughter. Her eyes were shining with excitement and she was happy for the packages. I teased him when I sat on the opposite couch. The dress slid up to the thigh and showed my long stockings with my garter belt showing. I thought the view would make him take off the mask by the way he stared at me.

Even in the red suit, I could tell his cock was becoming hard. Now it was my turn to get a package, so I went back and sat on Santa's lap and he put his arm over my shoulders. The dress slid up a little and exposed the long stockings. He looked startled so I let his hand slide over my knee upwards and get under the dress. He reached my warm and balmy bosom. With one finger he felt how wet I was and rubbed my clit slowly. I could feel his hardness against my ass as I sat there on his lap. I couldn't sit still and rocked with my hips in his lap. I felt a completely different package.

"Do you want me?" I whispered in his ear.

He nodded in reply, and I took him with me to our bedroom. Our daughter was fully occupied with her gifts. In the bedroom he hugged me from behind and let his hands wander all over my body. He squeezed my breasts and my stiff nipples. I let the straps slide down and exposed my breasts to his now eager hands. He brought me forward so I ended up on the bed on all fours; my ass was now in just the right height for him. He pulled up the dress and fondled my butt, my legs and my now very wet pussy. He let his cock come out and played with it over my pussy. He was about to get inside me as I pushed him away.

"Hey, use a condom!"

"Why? Are you unprotected?"

"You know I don't take pills."

He pushed me down on my stomach on the bed and put all at of his cock instantly inside my pussy. Oh my God! His dick is really great. It must be my sexy outfit that inspired him. But does he want to have children now? We had been nagging about this for the last two years. He started pumping hard into me.

"Ouch! You're squeezing my chest too hard. I'll have bruises tomorrow."

He lifted the butt to ease the frenzy. He is so skilled! I felt relieved when his hands explored my entire body but the most popular place was my breasts. I could not keep quiet, but began to whimper and moan for each thrust. He surprised me with holding a hand to my mouth, a little too hard, I thought. This was a new feeling, a bit forbidden. I didn't really know what happened but I got a kick out of it. He had full control and I couldn't do anything about it. I came violently while he held me tightly around the mouth and chest. He pumped brutally into me and suddenly his cock pulsated deep into me and I felt the warm sperm spray far up inside me for a while. I was completely locked beneath him and shook. We lay on each other for a long time, and I felt how full my womb was with semen two days before the expected ovulation.

He got off me, pulled up his pants and went out to check on our daughter. She didn't notice that we were fucking. I went up and drank a glass of cold water to calm down. I will never forget this. Where did he go? He will probably be back soon. I got ready and thought of the future that will change in about nine months. A warm feeling went through my body and I smiled. When my husband came home, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Thanks! That was a nice way to say welcome."

"Yes, indeed." I said.

"Did you notice that I wasn't Santa this year? A friend of mine, that sounds and looks like me was Santa. You don't know him. I thought it would be more exciting for you."