Christmas Shopping the Fun Way

Written by husband and wife, Richard and Rebecca.

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I am not a Grinch, but in contrast to my wife, Christmas has not been my favorite time of year. The Christmas songs seem to start in July, and we are bombarded with Christmas commercials everywhere we go. The real reason for Christmas is seemingly forgotten except for tiny mentions here and there. The over-commercialization has created a holiday that is more about gift-giving and overspending.

Work Christmas parties are my least favorite. I have always been a man who puts thought and feeling into a gift, so giving a gift just for the fact that it is Christmas, and to someone who is practically a stranger, doesn’t feel right. I would much prefer a simple Christmas dinner with coworkers.

Christmas for my wife is different. Rebecca loves every aspect of Christmas and will sing the songs in July. She loves the Christmas sweaters, cookies, work parties, cards, caroling, sleigh rides, and presents. But she loves giving the presents. She prefers giving presents to receiving. They aren’t always expensive presents, but she does love to give small gifts to nearly everyone, including the mailman. I love that about her. I like to believe God put us together to balance each other in more ways than one. 

A tradition we started after we had children was to do our Christmas shopping together. We would plan a day to shop for our children and other family members together. Rebecca had been using Amazon for lots of gifts, but that left me out of the process. She also found that she was returning many of the items for not meeting expectations.

But instead, when we shopped together, we were able to decide what to gift each child together and could see and touch the gift prior to buying. It’s a great way to come together during a very busy season—and later on this particular shopping trip, we would be cumming together again in another way.

We walked into our first store, coffees in hand, and I looked at Rebecca. Her silky brown hair was lightly dusted with snowflakes. Her makeup was just enough to enhance her natural beauty. Her red sweater fit snug over her breasts, and I had to resist giving them a quick squeeze. Her leather miniskirt perfectly followed her curves, and as short as it was, I knew it was just for me. Her black stockings covered her beautiful legs, and her black high-heeled boots finished off her sexy Christmas look. Everything about her made me want to touch her. She smelled like gingerbread, and I envisioned licking gingerbread batter off her body. I would have to suggest that later tonight. 

As we shopped, Rebecca picked up a sexy red Christmas teddy. “Do you think Santa will put this in my stocking?” she seductively asked, holding it over her body.

“I will put something in your stocking,” I answered, raising my eyebrows suggestively. I receive the expected giggle and fake arm slap. 

We carried on like this through the day. At lunch, we sat together on a bench seat, and I rubbed my hand on her thigh. When no one was looking, I would lightly touch her pussy. She would give a slight jump every time, but she was absolutely enjoying it. When I lifted my coffee to my lips, she returned the favor by running her fingers over my cock. Thankfully, I didn’t make a mess, but I was definitely now hard. She pulled out a candy cane from her Christmas hot chocolate and seductively sucked on it—just enough for me to know what she was doing, but not for the entire restaurant to catch on. I wasn’t sure if we could make it to the end of the day.

We were looking for the last gift in the clothing department, listening to Mariah Carey’s ‘Santa Baby’ for the 20th time, when my wife turned to me and asked, “Do you want to try something fun?” Her hand trailed down the buttons of my shirt, and she playfully tugged at my belt.

“Honey, I will never say no to that question when you ask it like that,” I answered. 

“It’s really quiet over here, and there’s an empty dressing room,” she purred. “Do you want to act like we are newlyweds again?”

There was no way I was going to say no to that. She could have asked for a pet tiger with that voice.

She didn’t wait for an answer and strutted over to the dressing room. I did not hesitate to follow her. She normally was the more shy one, and the idea of someone hearing us always made her nervous, but today that did not seem to be the case. I was not going to bring it up either. 

I had barely closed the door behind me before her hands were unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips were kissing my neck, and she nibbled my ear. I ran my hands over her body, lifting her skirt up and cupping her ass in my hands. She got my shirt fully unbuttoned, then she pulled it off me, her lips never parting from my skin. I moaned as she kissed down my chest and stomach.

“Shh, someone could hear you,” she said, her hands working on my belt. 

“Honey, nobody is going to hear us over the Christmas music,” I replied. “And if you don’t want me making noise, you shouldn’t be doing such a good job.”

Rebecca undid my pants and released my cock, now standing fully erect. Then she did something surprising. She pulled a candy cane from her purse, sucked on it until it was wet, then she traced my cock with it. Her tongue followed. Then she slid her mouth over my cock. She took in as much of me as she could into her mouth, and she cupped my balls with her hand. She was always good at this, but her desire and need for it nearly pushed me over the edge. She stopped for a moment and licked my pre cum off the tip of my cock. Her eyes looked up at my face. I touched her chin as I lifted her to her feet.

“My turn,” I nearly growled. 

She gave a small squeal of delight when I spun her around to face the mirror. My hands then cupped her breasts, and I kissed her neck. She moaned as she watched. I lifted her red sweater over her breasts to reveal her black lacy bra. My hands once again caressed and squeezed her breasts. A nipple fell out of her bra, and I seized it with my fingers. Her moans grew louder. With my other hand, I reached down her stomach and under her skirt. I found her pussy already wet. Then I noticed her stockings were crotchless, and her panties weren’t there.

“Well, now this is a nice surprise,” I said. “Have you been bare like this all day?”

She simply nodded yes as her body moved against me. I could have cum right there. She had this planned all day.

I resumed playing with her nipples and pussy with renewed vigor. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and I could feel her desire growing. I spun her around, then completely removed her sweater and both breasts from her bra. I didn’t bother removing her bra. I took her nipple into my mouth, and she moaned with pleasure. I sat on the bench and gave her breasts my full attention. They were beautiful and large, and she loved having them played with. I paused for only a moment to lift her skirt over her hips. I admired her shaven pussy with my eyes and my fingers. I loved it when she shaved it bare for me.

Through her moans, she said, “Honey, please, I am on the cusp of cumming. I don’t know if I can take more buildup.” 

“What are you wanting?” I ask, unsure if she wants my mouth or my cock.

“Anything, just make me cum, please,” she panted.

“Get on the floor. I am going to do you doggy style as you watch in the mirror.” 

She got to the floor and looked at herself in the mirror. I fully removed my pants and placed myself behind her. I teased her pussy with the tip of my cock. I watched her face as I slid my cock inside of her. Pure ecstasy. I was going to tease her further, but I was also near climax. I grabbed her skirt that was around her waist at this point and used it to pull her into me. We moaned together as I slid into her over and over. The view in the mirror was amazing. Her tits hanging out of her bra were swinging. Her crotchless stockings and high-heeled boots looked amazing on her legs. I felt her pussy start to tighten as her climax began, and that was my tipping point.

“Oh, yes!” she proclaimed a bit loudly as she came all over my cock.

I moaned and groaned deeply as I released into her. Her tight, wet pussy felt like a piece of heaven. We both panted as we stilled, enjoying the afterglow.

“Whew, that was fun,” I breathed.

“Merry Christmas,” she said with a smile.

We dressed ourselves and quietly walked out of the dressing room. Nobody had noticed us. Although we probably showed up on security cameras at some point as we entered or exited the dressing room.

Little did we know that nine months later in September, we would have our little Christmas gift—a gift that keeps on giving, directly from God.

Merry Christmas.