Christmas Tradition Reborn

Ah, life before kids. Those glorious days of sex anywhere in the house. Strutting around naked afterward. All that general sexual freedom has been gone for 20 years now. Sure, we are still spontaneous. But it’s not easy. We had to navigate the hurdles of kids sleeping in the next room. The interruption of coming home earlier than expected. And the teen years (when they now know why you’re sneaking away). It has definitely not been easy.

There was a tradition we had during our first four years of marriage. We would watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” at Christmas time naked. We would wrap up in blankets and sip Christmas delights. And of course, copulate in as many positions as possible!

Our youngest is a senior in high school now. Last year, I jokingly longed for those naked Christmas evenings. Curled up together, joined and rejoined while watching Jimmy Stewart entertain us. My remark didn’t get the response I wanted. I was hoping for something like “Let’s do that when she’s at work.” But I rationalized away the feelings of disappointment in my wife’s reaction. I just smiled and change of subject.

We had a light snow early last December. I went outside at about 8 p.m. to clear what fell. That way, my daughter could make it up our driveway when she returned from work. It’s a long stretch and took me a good 20 minutes. It was enjoyable, though. The combination of Christmas lights, snow on the ground, and flurries in the air. It all made it feel a lot like the season of Christ’s birth. The light in the front from the TV flickered. I thought again about the pre-kid days and smiled. I was visualizing our fondling and love making, bodies wrapped together watching.

I finished and walked into the house. The lights were lower than usual and I knew something was up. The flickering wasn’t coming from the TV. I entered the living room and saw candles lining the TV room. My wife was on her knees and naked, fumbling with the TV remote.

“I can’t get the video to play,” she said, pointing at the old VCR we still have attached to our system. “Care to join me?”

Her smile was wide as she leaned back on several comforters and blankets. She extended her hand towards Christmas goodies and beverages on a table. It was next to the nest she’d created for the evening. My arousal was instant and hard to contain. I wanted to pounce and ravish her for such a thoughtful gesture and surprise.

“But Candace, she’s…” I began to say.

“Staying at Brook’s,” my wife said, telling me she arranged the sleepover. “You’re overdressed.”

I slipped off my layers. Sweatshirt, t-shirt, pants and boxers all clumped together. I stepped out of them and left them on the living room floor. I walked to my wife with a full erection.

She handed me the remote to start the movie, and I quickly aborted the old VCR tape we had. I made my way to Netflix. While I stood still, she made her way to my cock. She popped the head like a tootsie pop in and out of her mouth. I struggled a little, searching. That gave her more time to run her tongue up and down my shaft, looking up at me. I laughed, sighed, and moaned trying to get to the movie. Finally, it started.

She reached up and I took her hand, sitting down beside her. Our only rules were established oh so many years ago. We had to position ourselves to be able to watch the movie while doing anything. And if needed, we would pause the movie rather than miss any of it. The objective was trying to actually “watch” the movie while lovemaking.

Her hands made languid, soft strokes, playing with the tip of my manhood. Her fingers captured the clear fluid there and brought it to her mouth. “I’ve missed this,” she said, repeating the action as the movie started.

She had created a border around the comforters with the sectional pieces. We were propped up, leaning back comfortably. While she held me erect I slipped my hand between her legs and caressed her skin. Sliding my fingers over the folds I slipped a finger or two inside.

We made it 10-15 minutes this way. My hands slid down her legs and across her stomach as I turned and kissed her lips. Then the side of her face and nibbled at her ear. She returned the favor. Then she alternated between cupping and stroking with her whole hand and fingers.

Sliding parallel to the TV, I laid back and let her straddle me. With a knee on each side of my hips, she lowered herself onto my swollen member. She maneuvered a little and I slipped easily into her heat.

She turned her head to watch, obeying the rules as she slid up and down on me. The sensitivity there was less than I anticipated. George Bailey was arguing with the banker as she moaned. She quickened and then collapsed forward on my chest.

“You came already,” I said. “That’s a first, me outlasting you.”

She turned her head and chuckled. I rolled her off and positioned myself behind her to catch up. She faced the screen as I drove into her deep and then began to work her from behind fast. I reached around to fumble with her breasts, rolling her nipples in my fingers.

Sighs of passion came from her while my hips drove into hers. I pulled way out, getting air between her and the head. Then I drove it in, luckily hitting my mark and pushing deep. I stayed there. Gently, I forced her head down onto the comforter and unloaded my seed into her, crying out her name.

We rearranged the comforters, sliding under them naked and just watching for a while. We were cuddling, kissing, and enjoying being close without the interruptions. The cell phones were silent in the kitchen as we enjoyed some chilled wine and nibbled on treats. I’d say the movie was just past the halfway mark when she reached down again and began to fondle my limpness. She now had my attention, and soon I was growing in her hand.

She stood up again. This time she lowered onto me facing the TV in reverse cowboy. Reaching back, she guided me in and sat down on my erect member. “Hand me my wine,” she said. This was a new twist. She just stayed there, twisting and grinding every now and then.

George Bailey had seen the world without him in it and was working to get back to his life. My wife pushed down and suddenly rose up. She began to drive her body up and down on me. Having cum once, this was going to take me some time. But we had just that.

I lifted my hips on each bounce down and we got into a tremendous rhythm. She was making audible noises on each bounce. I was pretty sure she climaxed but she continued to ride me. I could see the screen around her head as she leaned forward. Her wine long was long since set down. Now she got serious.

She shifted her weight forward and began to slid her hips back and forth whike lifting up a little. This was incredible. It was bending me forward past comfort, but her pushback had me rising towards a finish. I stayed on my back, letting her ride finish me off.

“Cum for me!” she exclaimed and quickened.

I got up on my hands for a little better angle. It took only a few more thrusts and pushes for me to cum inside her a second time. I sat up and held her down on me. We watched the rest of the movie joined like that, as my erection slowly disappeared.

We watched a few more shows and another movie that night. We finished the bottle of wine and spent the night naked with each other. We slept downstairs, naked in each other’s arms.

“Next year we’ll have to both cum when the bell rings,” she said as we drifted off to sleep.