Christmas in the Nude

This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.

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"What do you want for Christmas?" Lisa asked as she fiddled with some garland along the mantel.

"I don't know," I replied. "A threesome?" Half-kidding, I smirked at my wife.

"Okay, how about you, me, and Santa?" Lisa said, not missing a beat. "I've always wanted to try my luck with an older man."

I frowned.

"That's not what I meant," I said.

"You only said a threesome. By my count, that's three. You didn't say who the third had to be."

Lisa had quite a way with words. Even though we had only been married for a few years, I gave up on trying to keep pace with her wit early on. I was no match for her under normal circumstances, and today she was in rare form.

"Guess I'll need to come up with a new idea," I responded.

"Aw, come on, Johnny," she replied. "You can't even let me have a little fun?"

"Not when your fun involves an old man with a bushy white beard and a shriveled pecker. Not really my type."

"Maybe one of his elves then," my wife responded, clearly not about to give up on her little joke.

"Nope, I don't think so. Still not my style."

"Guess that means no threesome for you then," Lisa said as she chuckled to herself.

"I guess not," I answered, laughing along with her.

"For real then, what do you want?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it. Maybe a couple books and some tickets to a baseball game or something."

"Boring."

"Well you didn't like my idea."

"Because it was silly."

"No, you made it silly when you suggested that the third person should be a fictional old man."

"If you say so," Lisa answered. She smiled warmly.

If I'm being honest, I wasn't completely joking when I suggested a threesome. Did I think Lisa would go for it? No chance. Still, it was sort of a fantasy of mine, even though I knew it would probably never happen.

Lisa and I had a pretty standard marriage. We met in college, married in our mid-twenties, and settled down in a city apartment after we married. Now in our late twenties, we weren't quite ready to start having kids, but we weren't exactly wild, either. At this point, a Friday night didn't involve clubbing or anything else crazy. We mostly spent our weekend evenings sharing a bottle of wine and half-watching some uninspired romantic comedy until one of us fell asleep.

Still, family life wasn't too far around the corner, and I couldn't help but think about one last hoorah. Lisa had spent a semester abroad in college. She traveled around Europe on the weekends, and she met all sorts of interesting guys from interesting places. Who knows what she did with them. She never told me; I never asked. But my sense is that she got her fill and never looked back.

As for me, I didn't have a similar experience. I went to the local state university where I studied almost nonstop and couldn't afford any fancy international excursions. I got a good education, but the experience was largely unadventurous from start to finish. I never really experienced the wild college parties and spring break trips. Maybe it was just folklore, yet I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live on the wild side for just a day or two.

"Johnny!" Lisa exclaimed, just shy of shouting.

I promptly exited the fantasy world in my head and returned to real life.

"Are you going to help me or what?" she continued.

"Sure. With what?" I asked.

"I need to put the star on top of the tree. Make sure I don't fall off this chair. I swear you buy a taller tree every year. One of these years I'm going to break my neck trying to decorate it."

Lisa had already dragged one of the tall chairs from the kitchen counter over to the tree. She climbed onto it, steadied herself, and leaned into the tree to put the star on top.

As she did, her bottom extended toward me. She had on a pair of loose but not baggy sweatpants, and when she bent over, I got a nice view of her round ass. I placed my hands on her hips as she put the finishing touches on the tree, but once she stood upright on the chair, I couldn't help but have a little fun.

I grabbed her sweatpants at the waist and gave them a gentle tug. Her pants dropped below her thighs, and I got a great view of her bum, which her thong did little to conceal.

Startled by the abrupt pantsing, she fell backward off the chair and into my arms. I fell onto my back — Lisa on top of me — and squeezed her tight. I reached my hand down past her belly and into her undies. I could feel the stubble brush up against my palm as it descended further.

"Maybe this could be my Christmas present," I said.

"You wish," Lisa answered, as she turned her head around, closed her eyes, and kissed me on the mouth.

* * * * * * * * * *

Monday morning came quickly. I sat at my desk, only half-focused, and trudged through some past-due paperwork. It wasn't exactly stimulating, but at least it was a mindless way to ease into the workweek.

I checked a few numbers against the company's sales contracts. One thousand eight hundred eighty-two. Check. Seventeen thousand one hundred twelve. Check. Five thousand ninety-four. Check.

My cell phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Lisa.

"Is it okay if Jill stays with us for Christmas this year?" Lisa asked.

"I thought she was going to the Caribbean with her boyfriend?" I replied.

Jill was my sister-in-law. She had dated the same guy for almost two years, so the request came as a bit of a surprise.

"She was. But they broke up over the weekend."

"What happened?"

"Long story. I'll tell you more tonight."

"Okay," I said. I was curious. They seemed reasonably happy, though something did seem off with them lately.

"So can she stay with us?"

"Sure. Just for Christmas?"

"Well, I was actually thinking she could stay for a couple of weeks. I don't want her to be lonely around the holidays. And we'll both be off work anyway."

"No problem. Happy to have her."

"Perfect. I'll let her know. Thanks babe," she said.

"You bet," I answered.

Deep down, I was hoping for a quiet, low-key holiday season. It had been a crazy year at work for both of us, and a little downtime would let us both unwind while spending some time together.

I love my sister-in-law, but she is the opposite of low-key. Each time she visits, she insists on going out to a bar almost every night. There's no doubt that she lives life to the fullest, but it can be pretty exhausting after a few days. I could only imagine how it would be for two weeks after a long and stressful year.

Even so, if it made Lisa happy, I was glad to agree. Besides, it was the holidays, after all. Maybe a little extra excitement would be fun.

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Jill arrived a few days before Christmas. She flew in on an afternoon flight and arrived in the early evening.

"Hey Jill," I said as she walked in the door.

"Hey yourself," Jill said back.

"How was the flight?" I asked, rising from the couch to greet my sister-in-law.

"Same as usual. Too long. But could've been worse," she replied.

Jill dropped her suitcase by the door and opened her arms. We embraced in a long hug. She still wore the same perfume, had the same long brown hair, and wore minimal makeup — not that she needed it. She had just turned thirty and was a few years older than Lisa, though she didn't look it. She looked a lot like Lisa, with pale skin, brown eyes, and small lips. She regularly visited the gym, and her body showed it. Jill was thin, with a toned frame, small breasts, and relatively thin thighs. She wore a form-fitting long sleeve shirt and a pair of tight black yoga pants. She effortlessly appeared fashionable even while trying to travel in comfortable attire.

It was good to see her again. I was an only child, so it was nice to have a sister-in-law who visited with some frequency, even if it meant some long days and active nights when she was around. I only prayed that she would ease into the social plans on her first night in the city.

"So what're we doing tonight?" Jill asked.

So much for that, I thought.

"What do you want to do?" Lisa asked her.

"Maybe just get some takeout and watch a movie? I'm exhausted," Jill answered.

That was new. It definitely wasn't the answer I expected, but I wasn't complaining.

"Sounds great," I chimed in. "Are you hungry now?"

"Kind of," she said.

"Chinese?" I asked.

"Perfect," she answered.

"Great," I said. "I'll call it in."

I ordered a variety of items from the restaurant that was a few blocks away. They said it'd be ready in about fifteen minutes, so I decided to head out right after ordering.

"I'm going to pick up the food," I said. "I'll see you guys in a bit."

"I'll come with you," Jill said. "I just sat on a plane for hours. I wouldn't mind a walk."

"Sounds good," I answered. "Need a jacket? It's cold out there."

"If you don't mind," she said.

"Here, take this," I replied, offering her my leather jacket.

"Thanks, Johnny," she said, smiling.

We headed out.

"So, looking forward to Christmas in the northeast this year?" I asked as we walked. "I don't think you could've picked a colder place."

"I don't mind," Jill answered.

"Well, we're happy to have you," I said.

"I appreciate it. Obviously my plans with Mike didn't work out. The whole relationship didn't, I guess."

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah. It was time. I think I knew for a while it wasn't going to work, but I couldn't bring myself to end it."

"I'm here if you want to talk at all."

"Thanks, Johnny. Lisa is lucky to have you."

We walked in silence the rest of the way to the restaurant. I ran inside, picked up the food, and rejoined my sister-in-law in the cold.

"Anything special you'd like to drink?" I asked her. "There's a liquor store on the way home. We can pick something up if you want."

"A couple bottles of wine would be good," she answered. "I can pay for them."

"No, that's okay. You're our guest. I'll take care of it. Want anything specific?"

We walked into the store and perused the selection. I grabbed a bottle of Cabernet, and Jill picked up a couple bottles of rosé. We paid the cashier, wished him a merry Christmas, and finished the rest of our walk home.

"Hi, honey," I said to Lisa as we walked in the door.

"Welcome back," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I smiled. I loved when she kissed me like that. Even after a few years of marriage, my face still lit up when she did that. Her love made me feel warm and happy.

The attraction was not just emotional. My wife was incredibly attractive. Like Jill, Lisa had pale skin, brown eyes, and brown hair. Falling only to her shoulders, Lisa's hair was much shorter than Jill's. Lisa was a little bit shorter than Jill and had a fuller figure. After our first year of marriage, Lisa and I had both put on some extra weight. The added girth went to my stomach, but it found a home in Lisa's boobs and butt — and it suited her. I swear my wife got prettier with each passing year.

"Do I get a kiss too, honey?" Jill chimed in as she shut the door behind her.

"Absolutely not," Lisa replied. "After the Christmas where you threw a toy train at my head when I tried to give you a kiss on the cheek, I'll never make that mistake again."

"Oh come on," Jill shot back. "That was twenty years ago! Let it go."

"Nope," Lisa said playfully. "I learned my lesson."

"Guess your husband will have to do it then," Jill replied, determined not to be outdone.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," I said. I glanced at Lisa and hoped she would intervene.

"Just a little one," Jill replied. "Right on the cheek. No big deal. Right, little sis? Besides, I've got the wine and our dinner," she said as she snatched the bag of Chinese food out of my hand. "I hope you two aren't too hungry because I can wait all night."

"Okay, you win," Lisa said. She approached Jill and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek but wrapped her arms around her at the last minute. "Now, Johnny!" she shouted gleefully. "Grab the food!"

"No!" Jill exclaimed. She desperately tried to wiggle free while retaining her grip on the bag of Chinese food.

"Got it!" I said as I scampered away with the food and wine.

"Fuck you both," Jill said under her breath. "And you can let go of my tits now, Lisa."

"What tits?" Lisa quipped with a wry smile. "There's barely anything to grab."

Jill spun around with a quick, athletic motion and grabbed hold of Lisa's boobs.

"We can't all have 34Cs like you, sis," Jill said, smiling back just as wryly.

"For your information, they're 34Ds now," Lisa retorted.

"These? I don't believe it," Jill countered. "Let me have a look."

With a short, deft movement, Jill pulled down Lisa's tank top, leaving Lisa's breasts exposed. Her large, light brown areolas were on full display, as were her semi-erect nipples.

I just stood there and watched, partly mesmerized by my wife's body and partly shocked by the scene that had unfolded.

"Two can play that game!" Lisa said. She gave her best effort to grab the bottom of Jill's shirt and pull it up toward her head, but it was to no avail.

Amid the flailing, Jill managed to pry herself free from Lisa's grasp and scurried toward the other side of the room.

"Nice try, sis," Jill said. "Besides, I wouldn't want to expose my old lady tits in front of Johnny here. The poor guy might lose his appetite."

"Old lady?" I said quizzically. "You're thirty. And fit. I'd hardly say you're an old lady. Not that I'm ogling your breasts or anything."

"How about you go and freshen up," Lisa suggested, opting not to engage in a discussion of the perkiness of Jill's boobs. "Johnny and I can get dinner ready and pick out a movie. I put your suitcase in the guest bedroom."

"Yes, mom," Jill said playfully as she sauntered away toward the guest bedroom.

I walked back toward my wife who was still standing in the kitchen.

"What the heck has gotten into her?" I asked Lisa softly in an effort to stay out of earshot.

"No idea," Lisa whispered back. "Maybe she sat next to a hot guy on the plane and got all worked up or something. You never know with her."

We both chuckled and started getting ready for dinner. I collected some plates, napkins, and utensils while Lisa grabbed a few wine glasses. I brought everything over to the coffee table near the television while Lisa started to open the wine.

"Can you ask Jill if she wants red or pink wine?" Lisa asked.

"Sure," I said. "I'm pretty sure she'll want some rosé, but I'll ask her just to be sure."

I walked over to the guest room so that Jill would be able to hear me more clearly from behind the door.

"Hey Jill," I called out as I approached the door. But as I turned toward the guest bedroom, I quickly discovered that the door was, in fact, not closed. I caught a quick glimpse of my sister-in-law topless as she faced toward the doorway. She had tiny brown nipples and almost imperceptibly small areolas atop her boobs. I quickly averted my gaze and turned my back to the door.

"I, uh, just wanted to ask what kind of wine you wanted," I said sheepishly.

"I'll have some rosé please," Jill said. "Thanks!" She either didn't notice or simply ignored the fact that I had just seen her boobs, but I wasn't going to wait around for her to react to it.

"Okay, cool," I said.

I immediately got the hell out of there and went back to the kitchen.

"She'll have some rosé," I said to Lisa.

"Alright," Lisa replied. "Cabernet for you I assume?"

"Yes," I answered. "But listen, when I asked..." I didn't get to finish my sentence before Jill rejoined us in the kitchen.

"Is dinner ready?" she asked. "I'm starving."

"Yup," Lisa said, handing her a glass of rosé. "Everything should be on the table."

"Perfect," Jill said.

We all shuffled toward the couch and sat down. Jill sat on one end, and Lisa sat on the other. By default, I ended up in the middle seat.

Lisa made no effort to follow up on my comment from earlier, so I decided to let it go, especially since Jill was sitting right there. If Jill could play it cool, so could I — at least for now.

After a brief discussion about what movie to watch, I got outvoted. The girls decided on some rom-com, and I acquiesced.

We loaded our plates high with Chinese food, shared an obligatory "cheers," and started the movie. Every so often, one of us would chime in with a comment here or there, but we all stayed relatively quiet during the movie.

Full from dinner, Lisa fell asleep about halfway through the movie, and I wasn't far behind her. I told myself I would just close my eyes for a few minutes during a scene with some half-baked dialogue, but I guess exhaustion took over from there, at least for a while.

I woke up a bit later in the midst of a sex scene between the main characters in the movie. I slowly regained my senses and silently tried to piece together what had happened while I was asleep. I squinted at the television in an attempt to avoid the bright light and eventually decided to just keep my eyes closed and listen instead.

All of a sudden, I heard a rhythmic squishing sound. Gee, I thought. This movie was more graphic than I anticipated. But then I felt a hand grip my lower thigh — right around my knee — as the squishing sounds quickened and were joined by some breathy moans. The grip tightened as the sounds rose to a crescendo, and I heard a voice breathily whisper "oh fuck yes."

In my half-asleep, eyes-closed state, I couldn't be sure who it was. If I had to guess, I would say it was Jill since the hand came from her side of the couch, but that was hardly definitive. What was definitive, however, was the erection that had formed in my pajama pants.

I kept my eyes closed for the rest of the movie, which only lasted for a few more minutes. I was roused from my fake slumber with a firm shake of my torso, and I feigned a stretch or two before rising from the couch.

"Have everything you need?" Lisa asked Jill.

"I think so," Jill replied. "If not, I can manage until morning."

"Cool," Lisa responded. "Night, sis."

"Night, Lisa. Night, Johnny," Jill answered.

"Goodnight," I said back and hurried after Lisa, shutting the master bedroom door behind me.

Lisa had already made her way to the master bathroom and was brushing her teeth. I grabbed my toothbrush and followed suit.

"How much of that movie did you end up seeing?" I asked. "I think I fell asleep about halfway through."

"Same here," Lisa said. "I didn't wake up until the very end."

My suspicions from earlier were confirmed. It was Jill who was masturbating on my couch just a few inches away from me. I agonized over whether to tell Lisa about Jill's self-pleasuring and about how I saw her half-naked earlier, but I decided against it. Maybe in the morning, I thought.

"I'm guessing we didn't miss much," I replied. "All those movies are basically the same."

"They are not!" Lisa pushed back. "You just don't appreciate the nuances of romantic cinema."

"If you say so," I said as I finished brushing my teeth. "Maybe Jill can fill us in tomorrow."

I slid into bed, and Lisa was close behind. She dropped her pajama pants to the floor, leaving just her dark blue undies. Lisa burrowed under the covers and pushed closer toward me. I slid my hand along her back and down toward her bum, cupping one of her cheeks and working my hand under the fabric of her panties.

"Not tonight, baby," she said. "I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow."

"No problem," I replied.

I gave her a quick kiss and removed my hand from her bum. We both found a comfortable spot and quickly drifted off to sleep.