Christmas Panties – A Marriage Heat Christmas Poll
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The air in our living room was thick with the scent of pine and the lingering sweetness of the honey ham we’d devoured hours ago. The only light came from the multi-colored glow of the Christmas tree and the hypnotic dance of flames in the hearth.
I watched him from the kitchen doorway, like a predator in her own cozy den. He was exactly as I’d left him: slumped on the couch in his worn-in jeans and a soft grey t-shirt, scrolling on his phone, the picture of domestic bliss. He was completely, beautifully oblivious. A familiar, warm love for him flooded my chest, but tonight it was laced with a sharp, predatory edge. I was about to shatter that peaceful calm. I knew he was going to love every second of it.
I retreated to the bedroom, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I shed my comfortable clothes, letting them fall to the floor.
Then I pulled on the lingerie. The red teddy was made of a delicate, floral eyelash lace that felt like a secret whispered against my skin. The color was so vibrant it looked like it was glowing. The boned structure cinched my waist, creating an impossible hourglass, and pushed my breasts up and together, presenting them like a decadent offering on a silver platter. The lace cups were sheer, framing my nipples perfectly, making them harden into tight, sensitive peaks that pressed against the intricate pattern. The straps were impossibly thin, and the front plunged all the way down to my navel, held together by a single, tantalizing red satin ribbon that begged to be undone. The crotch was a matching scrap of lace, a mere suggestion of fabric that barely concealed my smooth lips, which were already swelling with anticipation. Attached to the sides were delicate, detachable garter clips, which I fastened to the tops of sheer, white thigh-high stockings that made my legs look endlessly long. I felt powerful, dangerous, and utterly, wickedly sexy.
Finally, I pulled on a simple, plush white robe, tying the sash securely. It was the perfect innocent disguise for the carnal gift I had wrapped inside.
I walked back into the living room, my bare feet silent on the rug. I stood near the arm of the couch until he felt my presence. He looked up from his phone, and his eyes softened into that warm, familiar smile.
“Hey, you,” I said, leaning over him and making sure the collar of the robe gaped just enough to give him a glimpse of the crimson lace beneath. I took his drink from his hand, my fingers deliberately brushing his, and set it on the coaster. “I think you’re done with that for tonight,” I said, my voice a low, throaty purr.
He raised an eyebrow, the first flicker of real, raw interest sparking in his eyes.
“I have your real present,” I whispered, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “But you have to follow the rules.” I stood and backed away, melting into the shadowed part of the room. “Close your eyes,” I commanded, “and don’t you dare open them until I say so.”
He chuckled—a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through me—but he did as he was told.
I took my time. For a few long moments, the only sounds were the soft whisper of the plush robe as I let it pool on the floor around my feet, then the sharp, calculated intake of my own breath as I stood before him in only the lingerie. I could hear his breathing, a little heavier now, just like the thrum of my own heartbeat.
“Open them,” I breathed.
His eyes opened and locked onto me. The sleepy contentment was vaporized, replaced by a raw, unguarded shock that made my stomach clench with a sharp, delicious pang of pleasure. His gaze was a physical force, traveling down my body, taking it all in. The way he looked at me—like I was a feast he was about to devour—started to make me instantly, achingly aroused. A slick warmth bloomed between my thighs, soaking the tiny lace panel.
I walked towards him—not a shy stride, but a confident prowl. I stopped between his knees on the rug, forcing him to look up at me. I ran a single fingernail from his knee up his thigh, and I felt him tense, the muscle hardening beneath the rough denim.
“So,” I murmured, leaning down so my hair brushed his cheek. “Have you been a good boy this year?”
His hands, which had been resting on his thighs, shot up to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him. He didn’t answer with words. He answered by burying his face in the soft lace of my bodice, his breath hot and damp against my stomach. The kiss that followed was hungry, desperate. It wasn’t a gentle peck under the mistletoe; it was a claiming. His hands were everywhere, tracing the straps of the garters, sliding up the back of my thigh, exploring the territory that was usually reserved for the dark. The world narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the rough denim of his jeans against my bare skin, the friction of his calloused hands on the delicate lace.
He shifted, pulling me down to straddle his lap on the couch. The rough fabric of his jeans ground against the thin, wet lace of my panties, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through me. The tree lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors across our skin. The lingerie was no longer an outfit; it was a gift to be unwrapped, slowly and reverently.
He tugged the satin ribbon free with his teeth, the lace parting to expose my aching breasts. He unfastened the hooks, his fingers clumsy with urgency. The stockings were peeled away. Every layer removed was another level of intimacy breached.
He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, laying me back on the plush rug in front of the fire. He knelt between my thighs, his eyes burning with a look of worship. He lowered his head, and his tongue found me. It was a slow, deliberate lick, from my slick entrance up to the throbbing bundle of my clit. I cried out, my back arching off the rug.
He did it again, and again, his movements growing more confident, more demanding. He circled my clit, sucking it gently, then flicking it relentlessly until I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in his hair, begging for more. The orgasm that tore through me was blinding, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that left me gasping and trembling.
Before I could come down, he was over me, his t-shirt gone, his jeans shoved down. He positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock teasing my swollen, sensitive flesh. He looked down at me, his gaze intense, and pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust that filled me completely. I gasped, my inner walls clamping around him.
He began to move—a powerful, rhythmic thrusting that built the pleasure all over again, higher and higher this time. Each stroke hit a place deep inside me that sent sparks shooting through my entire body. The room was filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing, the wet slap of our bodies coming together, and the crackling of the fire. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and drove into me even deeper. I shattered again, my orgasm milking him as he found his own release, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he poured himself into me.
We lay tangled together on the rug, our bodies slick with sweat, the firelight painting us in gold. The presents under the tree were forgotten, meaningless. This, I thought, as my body hummed with the lingering echoes of our passion—this is what Christmas is really for.
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Wow, that was so erotic I was clenching the whole time reading it! You are very gifted with words! I loved every aspect of this story. The way you described the corset pushing your breasts together and up, like a "decadent offering on a silver platter", made me drool. I find boobs to be such a hot and sexy part of us women, and I look forward to wearing things that will tantalize and show mine off to my future husband (though mine are pretty small, so I don't really have that delicious cleavage created by two luscious melons, but still!). And then being taken and pleasured and claimed on the rug in front of the fire? Pure romance. Ooh, I enjoyed this one!
Your future husband will thoroughly enjoy ravaging your tits no matter the size. And he'll love the fact that you find beasts so sexy (you'll have that in common). I absolutely love when my wife gets turned on by her own body.
i just submitted something which helps explain my wife's sexy attraction to other women's boobs. I appreciate the candid, open, honest, and very erotic sharing of your own sexuality.
You are a gifted and evocative word artist.
You paint with your words a sensuous pallette of desire.
I hope your stories are part of the next book of writings.
Love this story. Here’s ours. Neighborhood Christmas Party – I dressed up. Black crotchless pantyhose, no panties. Tom looked sexy, we were both horny and were enjoying flirting with each other. Things got increasingly bold. We agreed to meet back home. Me first. I got home in time to remove my dress and slip on a dark green short satin robe. When Tom got home he rang the doorbell. I answered, let him in, kissed him lovingly, took him by the hand, led him upstairs to our guest room. Short BJ, followed by him going down on me, then bending me over the bed and making love to me from behind, pantyhose still on. Very hot stuff. Merry Christmas all!
That's hot.
Very sexy!
Absolutely delicious to imagine
Lady L. 💋
Hot story!
Ours Christmas was simple and straightforward as there have been some medical issues around perimenopause which have prevented much. But on Christmas Eve I was sent a simple but sexy selfie making it clear that things were possible again and after ramping the sexual tension up all day we were able to make love before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Here's to your beautiful wife who despite challenges took the steps to engage with you and made the effort to experience and give you pleasure.
You're blessed with an amazing partner!
Lady L. 💋
Erotic is the only word that can truly describe your story.
Merry Sloppy Sucking Sensational Christmas! Wow. Had me tasting & twitching!
Fantastic story! Vivid storytelling and wonderful word choices. 🔥
Christmas Morning we woke up and had our coffee, our teenage son, my wife and I opened our gifts from one another and my son went to feed while the wife and I went to the hot tub where we finished our coffee and made our way back inside for where we found one another irresistible. She started by setting me down o the couch in our bedroom and bringing my cock to attention with long slow deep strokes with her mouth and tongue while she massaged her clit. We made our way to the bed and she grabbed her magic wand and told be to stick that cock bank in her mouth while she continues on her clit with her wand. We knew we didn’t have too much time before we needed to start getting ready for the family coming for Christmas lunch, I know what makes her come hard and fast, so I rolled her over and pulled her hips up and slide my thick hard cock deep in her pussy doggy style. If I play with her ass she comes very fast so after a few minutes I grabbed the silicone lube and started to massage her ass, sliding my thumb in and alternating thrusts between my thumb in her ass and my shafted in her little tight pussy it didn’t take long before she was moaning louder and louder with pleasure telling me, “here it comes, oh it’s so long… so long!” and she exploded with an intense pulsating orgasm griping and milking my cock. As her orgasm subsided I pulled my cock out and shot 4 long ropes of cum all over her back and ass. It was amazing! We laid in the after glow of our orgasm and thanked the Lord his creation and of marries sex. We peeled our sleeves out of the bed and cleansed one another in the shower and took 15 minutes more to our selves on our back porch as we let the sun dry bodies off in the unseasonably warm “ Midwest record setting temps” of Christmas Day.