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- Nov 5, 2013
Eleven o’clock on Christmas Eve and I was exhausted. After spending the past week rushing around to make sure everything was ready for Christmas , I’d spent most of today rushing around to get all the things I suddenly needed but had forgotten.
We – that’s my husband David and I – had a full house. Our son Greg was here with his girlfriend Abbie and her parents Mike and Pat. Our daughter Joanna was here with her husband Pete, their baby Kate and Pete’s parents Wendy and Reg. Plus my sister Rachel and her husband Noel. A grand total of – well you do the math – to be housed, fed and entertained. No wonder I was exhausted.
I was the last one up. Apart from David, who sings in the church choir and was on duty for midnight mass. I staggered upstairs and ripped off my clothes, tossing them on to a chair. I usually sleep in my panties and one of David’s old shirts, but there was no sign of it anywhere, so I just fell into bed in my panties and was asleep in seconds.
It could have been the sound of my bedroom door closing, the creak of our loose floor board, or the mattress dipping behind me. Whatever it was, I woke to find I was no longer alone. A man’s hands took me by the waist and slipped my panties over my feet, returning the way they had come, pausing briefly to ruffle my bush and then heading north to squeeze my nipples as his teeth bit into my neck. I pushed myself back against him and felt his cock between my cheeks. One hand was now heading down south where it rummaged through my hair, located my clit, pulling and twisting it in rhythm with the other hand as it worked in turn on each of my nipples. Instinctively, I tried to roll over towards him, but he pressed his body against me and, releasing my clit, guided his cock into me from behind, rocking slowly back and forth, his breathing steadily coming faster and faster, his hand now back on my clit, pinching it between his nails. I felt myself coming to orgasm as his hips pumped harder until my cunt swelled as his cum filled it. I fell asleep in his arms.
The next thing I heard was our door opening again. I opened my eyes and peeped out from under the sheets to see David undressing. ‘Sorry, luv, did I disturb you? I was trying to be quiet.’ I reached out and turned the clock towards me. Quarter to one, just the time he usually arrived home after the midnight service.
The next morning, as we opened our presents and as I busied myself preparingour festive meal, I wondered who it could have been. David hadn’t been there. It must have happened while he was still at the service. Could it have been Noel, my brother-in-law who had harboured fantasies about me and finally saw his chance to bed his wife’s sister, the one he had always fancied? What about Pete deprived of sex during the final stages of the pregnancy and with a wife whose attention was now focused on their baby? How about Reg, who I’d only met a few times but whose marriage might have reached the same stage as mine with regular sex on Saturdays and birthdays and anniversaries? Or Mike, who was the same age as Reg and who might be in the same predicament? And if none of them, that only left Greg, my son. But that was impossible; it couldn’t have been him, not fucking his own mother. Or had one of them been so drunk that he stumbled into my room by mistake and fucked the wrong woman? And still didn’t realise his mistake. There were too many possibilities and all of them too improbable.
Each of the men managed to catch me under the mistletoe where we shared a seasonable hug and kiss, and each time I imagined that he was the one, from the way he held me or the way his kiss lingered. But at the end all I could say for sure was that each kiss had been different, which is just what you would expect, isn’t it?
But I was sure of one thing. This hadn’t been a dream and it hadn’t been a fantasy that my over-tired brain had conjured up from the sounds of sex seeping through the walls around me. No, the dry cum on my thighs and the stiff stain on my sheet told me that it had really happened. One of these men had crept away from his partner, slipped into bed beside me, stripped me, fucked me and left me in the early hours of Christmas morning.
We – that’s my husband David and I – had a full house. Our son Greg was here with his girlfriend Abbie and her parents Mike and Pat. Our daughter Joanna was here with her husband Pete, their baby Kate and Pete’s parents Wendy and Reg. Plus my sister Rachel and her husband Noel. A grand total of – well you do the math – to be housed, fed and entertained. No wonder I was exhausted.
I was the last one up. Apart from David, who sings in the church choir and was on duty for midnight mass. I staggered upstairs and ripped off my clothes, tossing them on to a chair. I usually sleep in my panties and one of David’s old shirts, but there was no sign of it anywhere, so I just fell into bed in my panties and was asleep in seconds.
It could have been the sound of my bedroom door closing, the creak of our loose floor board, or the mattress dipping behind me. Whatever it was, I woke to find I was no longer alone. A man’s hands took me by the waist and slipped my panties over my feet, returning the way they had come, pausing briefly to ruffle my bush and then heading north to squeeze my nipples as his teeth bit into my neck. I pushed myself back against him and felt his cock between my cheeks. One hand was now heading down south where it rummaged through my hair, located my clit, pulling and twisting it in rhythm with the other hand as it worked in turn on each of my nipples. Instinctively, I tried to roll over towards him, but he pressed his body against me and, releasing my clit, guided his cock into me from behind, rocking slowly back and forth, his breathing steadily coming faster and faster, his hand now back on my clit, pinching it between his nails. I felt myself coming to orgasm as his hips pumped harder until my cunt swelled as his cum filled it. I fell asleep in his arms.
The next thing I heard was our door opening again. I opened my eyes and peeped out from under the sheets to see David undressing. ‘Sorry, luv, did I disturb you? I was trying to be quiet.’ I reached out and turned the clock towards me. Quarter to one, just the time he usually arrived home after the midnight service.
The next morning, as we opened our presents and as I busied myself preparingour festive meal, I wondered who it could have been. David hadn’t been there. It must have happened while he was still at the service. Could it have been Noel, my brother-in-law who had harboured fantasies about me and finally saw his chance to bed his wife’s sister, the one he had always fancied? What about Pete deprived of sex during the final stages of the pregnancy and with a wife whose attention was now focused on their baby? How about Reg, who I’d only met a few times but whose marriage might have reached the same stage as mine with regular sex on Saturdays and birthdays and anniversaries? Or Mike, who was the same age as Reg and who might be in the same predicament? And if none of them, that only left Greg, my son. But that was impossible; it couldn’t have been him, not fucking his own mother. Or had one of them been so drunk that he stumbled into my room by mistake and fucked the wrong woman? And still didn’t realise his mistake. There were too many possibilities and all of them too improbable.
Each of the men managed to catch me under the mistletoe where we shared a seasonable hug and kiss, and each time I imagined that he was the one, from the way he held me or the way his kiss lingered. But at the end all I could say for sure was that each kiss had been different, which is just what you would expect, isn’t it?
But I was sure of one thing. This hadn’t been a dream and it hadn’t been a fantasy that my over-tired brain had conjured up from the sounds of sex seeping through the walls around me. No, the dry cum on my thighs and the stiff stain on my sheet told me that it had really happened. One of these men had crept away from his partner, slipped into bed beside me, stripped me, fucked me and left me in the early hours of Christmas morning.