The Gift of Each Other

Holiday seasons can sure play havoc with a couple’s love life.

Not only is it the hustle and bustle; it also is the jostling by the crowds. The programs, the services, the parties, the decorations, the trees, the baked goods… They’re all important, mind you, but sometimes it just gets to be so much. The stress keeps climbing so high that you forget to care for each other.

On this night, I was asleep in my chair after a successful day of shopping for my wife.  My wife was downstairs. She had spent the day wrapping presents, and now the first round of Christmas baking had begun.

All was well until I heard….”AAARRRGGHHH!!! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!”

Her shouting sounded like more than just the typical frustration, so I sprang out of my chair to see what was the matter. I went downstairs and first into the living room. There I found the dog, lying on the couch with his head on his paws, eyes full of guilt. His nose was sprinkled with pieces of gold and silver tinsel.

“Got into the decoration bag again, did we?” I said as I walked by. The dog gave me his sad look.

I found my wife in the kitchen, sobbing. There was flour on the floor and more on her lovely face. Christmas cookies decorated as Santas, Christmas trees, and reindeer lay on the counter, and more cookie dough was on the baking sheets ready for the oven. Dirty bowls stood stacked in the sink. Behind her, on the table in the adjacent dining room were gifts, wrapping paper, and tape. The aforementioned decoration bag was on the floor with ribbons and bows strewn about.

“I cannot do this anymore,” my wife said between sobs. “I cannot. I am tired, sore, and sick of the holidays. There is so much work to be done and not enough time to do it.”

Standing behind her, I softly rubbed her shoulders and arms. I could feel the tension.

“It’s okay,” said I in a soothing voice. “You have done great today, and we can finish tomorrow.”

My wife twisted away from me, threw up her hands and said impatiently, “You don’t understand. We have our party for friends in a week and the kids come back in 10 days. How can any of this be done?”

I again tried to be the calm one. “It is not as bad as you think,” I said. “You always feel stressed as this time of the year, and it always works out in the end.”

With that, I took her by the hand and pulled her away from the kitchen. She didn’t want to go at first but finally trudged along. I took her to the living room, where I shooed the still guilty-looking dog off of the couch and sat my wife down. I turned on some holiday music, turned off the lamps, and lit two Christmas candles. When I returned from the kitchen with a glass of wine for her, my wife started to relax.

“Boy, I haven’t done this in a few weeks,” said my wife, appreciatively sipping the wine.

I sat at one end of the couch with one leg on the floor and the other on the couch. My wife, her back to me, nestled into my arms. As she drank her wine, we listened to the music and basked in the glow of the Christmas lights. Not much was said; we just enjoyed the moment.

Now and then, I would rub my wife’s neck, shoulders, and arms. I tried to ease the tiredness out of her, and I could tell her body was responding to the massage.

After a nice period of quiet and reflection, my wife excused her to go to the bathroom. After waiting for what seemed to be a long time, I could feel my eyelids grow heavy and start to close. As I started drifting off to sleep, I heard her voice.

“You may want to stay awake for this.”

I opened my eyes, and there she was, standing in the entrance with nothing on—well, almost nothing.  The beauty of her nakedness was reflected in the glow of the Christmas lights. She had lightly attached bows to her nipples and another bow, secured by a ribbon around her waist, covered her private area. She also was wearing a Santa hat.

She was smiling at me.

“As we were sitting there in each other’s arms, it dawned on me that we hadn’t made love for a while, mostly because I was so busy with the holidays,” said my wife as she walked towards me, her breasts and ribbons swaying ever so lightly. “I decided this was a good time to change THAT mistake.”

My wife pulled me up by the hand and into her arms. While we slowly and passionately kissed each other, I ran my hands down her back and derriere. We pulled each other as close as we could.

I pulled away and looked into her face, seeing those big brown eyes I had fallen in love with so long ago. This was my lover, my best friend, the mother of my children. Every time that we reached this point in our intimate encounters, I felt like it was the very first time.

I grabbed a small couch cushion and a blanket. As she watched, I carefully placed the blanket on the floor away from the couch but next to our Christmas tree, which had presents underneath. I put the cushion at one end of the blanket and, taking her by both hands, guided my beloved to the floor. Carefully, I placed her head on the cushion and laid her down on the blanket.

I kissed her again. She was still wearing the Santa hat.

My wife wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “Join me, please.”

I quickly stood up and began to undress, watching her watch me. I took off my shirt, shoes, socks, and pants. As I disrobed, her hands started to move south towards her groin, which only enhanced my desire.

The last item to be discarded was my underwear. My penis, now freed, snapped to full erection. My wife extended her hand to me, and I knelt beside her. I lay perpendicular to her face with my body away from hers, and we kissed deeply again. I used one hand to pluck the bows from her nipples carefully.

Then I moved my body downwards to align my mouth closer to her breasts. I kissed and sucked each one, making sure the nipples were erect. My wife’s hands threaded into my hair, and I heard her moan softly as I nibbled on her.

Finally, I got up on my knees and moved to the end of the blanket. I spread my beloved’s legs, running my hands slowly up her legs and thighs.  As I bent down to kiss the bow covering her entrance, she raised her hips.

She smiled at me and softly said, “Aren’t you going to unwrap the rest of your present?”

I smiled back at her before carefully untying the ribbon, pulling the bow away and the ribbon from underneath her to view her private beauty. Then I lay down between her legs and with my face close to her entrance, began to softly probe her. I kissed both of her inner thighs and used my tongue to lick her opening. I also used my fingers to massage the outer edges.

My wife gasped and lifted her hips so my tongue could move deeper into her. I alternately kissed her clitoris and sucked on the love juices that were starting to flow from her. Looking up once, I saw my beloved, with eyes closed, massaging her breasts.

I finally pulled away to sit on my knees, moving closer to my wife’s middle with her legs on both sides of me. I placed her hand on my penis, and she then guided it into her, with me fitting snugly into her love chamber.

She moaned softly as I settled into her.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“Oh heavens no,” she said, grabbing my wrists with both hands. “That feels so good. I can feel you pulsating through me.”

I leaned forward on my hands and started to move back and forth slowly, my penis starting at the outer edge of her entrance and slowly plunging all the way in and all the way back.

My wife lifted her head enough so she could see my penis enter her. She placed her hand on my face. “So beautiful,” she whispered.  “So very beautiful to watch you do that to me.”

I stopped and bent down, looking into her eyes. “I loved you the first Christmas we were together, and I have loved you for every Christmas since then,” I said. “That will never change.”

We kissed deeply, tongues exploring each other, me feeling safe in her. I pulled back onto my knees and, once again, massaged her breasts. She watched me with her hands on my legs. I used my finger to rub around her love entrance, which was still filled by my penis. I brought my finger to my lips and tasted her sweetness. She smiled as she watched.

My wife used her arms to bring me closer to her face and looked lovingly at me. “Please bring me to climax,” she said, “and kiss me while you do.”

As I got on my knees and shifted my weight, she arched her back to allow for even deeper penetration. I placed my hands on both sides of her so I could drive forward in a downward motion. Before I started, I looked at her and whispered, “I love you.”

The beauty of her face was reflected in the Christmas lights, and I could smell the aroma of the candles. I began to kiss her and move into her at the same time.

Our kissing was soulful and with great purpose. I became lost in her. Our kissing and my thrusting into her became more intense as we approached the edge. I could feel the first orgasm start to pass through her as her love chamber tightened around my penis. We kissed and moved together, each bringing the other closer to the edge.

Finally, my wife stopped kissing and grabbed my neck, gasping as she had another orgasm. I cried out as I felt the surge of my seed rush through my penis and pump into her. She held me as I shuddered my final drops into her.

When I finally had the energy, I rose to look at her again. She was still wearing her Santa’s hat, and her brown eyes sparkled.

“Thank you for your love,” I whispered.

My wife kissed me again. “No, thank you,” she said. “You reminded again that Christmas is about giving, and there is no better giving than what we just gave to each other.”