0 comments/ 33862 views/ 0 favorites A Christmas Present By: executioner We've all experienced primary school crushes, but for some reason, my crush on a girl called Susan continued far beyond my school days. She had been a stunningly beautiful girl, even in Primary school, but it had been over ten years since I last saw her, having left my town soon after primary school, and I wondered whether my idea of her was just an image clouded with nostalgia. Surely now she would not be the same cutesy, dimpled blonde I had known and in a way loved. I was wrong though. Since moving on and making a career for myself, I had deliberately neglected my home town. I knew only a handful of people there now, and returning home once every two years was enough to satisfy their fascination with how I was doing. It was Christmas time when I last returned home. And along with all the Christmas traditions, I attended mass with my family on Christmas morn. It was there I bumped into Susan. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her for the first time in over ten years. To my utter disbelief she looked even better than before. Her blonde hair had turned even blonder, and her dark skin indicated she had spent some time abroad, and best of all when she smiled, those amazing dimples appeared again. I couldn't blame her for not recognising me when I said hello to her after mass. I had been heavier as a teenager than I was now. After spending my adolescence growing in all the wrong directions, it took a lot of hard work to get my body toned, but I had never doubted it was worth the effort, especially when I think of all the women who have gotten wet at the sight of my six pack. I could tell Susan was impressed. She eyed me up and down when I reminded her who I was, and then she done the unthinkable and extended me an invitation to a get together with her and some of her friends from school. I accepted readily. The party itself was at Susan's house. Surprisingly, while she was at home over Christmas, her Mother and father had decided to go away on Holidays, and celebrate the Christmas down under! Susan didn't mind though, and organised a small dinner party at the house on Christmas night. She welcomed me with a big hug when I came to the door, bearing chocolates and Champagne (Moet & Chandon no less). I recognised some of the old friends from school, who I had not seen since those days. I quickly noticed that two of the girls, Hillary and Margarita were eyeing me up, amazed at my transformation. I also noticed that there were six women and only two men at the party, myself and Conor, another school mate and a cousin of Susan's. The other three girls were too engrossed in gossip to do much more than say hello to me, but then my school had always had it's fair share of snobby toffs. I was seated next to Susan at the head of the table, and with so many single girls on the prowl she was keen to let them know that I was her focus of attention, and her guest. We started with some light conversation during the meal but by the time the Coffee had arrived myself and Susan were sharing our experiences in life. The party split up about 12, and everyone went home pretty much together. Margarita gave me her phone number and told me to call her to 'catch up on old times'. She said goodbye with a wink and a knowing smile. I had earlier offered to help Susan clear everything away after the meal, and she accepted, so I set about clearing the table when she locked her arms around my waist. "Thanks for tonight Rob" she said. "Hillary and Margarita are man eaters, I was afraid they might steal you away." What I said next kind of caught the both of us by surprise "They couldn't have stolen me away from you ten years ago, and they certainly aren't going to do it now." She turned to me. "What do you mean?" she asked. Well I had a huge crush on you in school Susan, and I think now it's something more serious. We embraced quickly, locking our mouths together for what seemed like forever. We finally broke and she flashed her dazzling smile at me and said "let's leave the washing up until the morning." It took a few seconds to fathom what we were about to do, but Susan led me through the hallway and into her bedroom. She turned to me and said. "I don't want to be alone on Christmas night. And Santa didn't bring me what I wanted. A man," and then she hesitated before continuing "Or maybe he did." Again we kissed deeply, my tongue pushing past the willing flesh of her lips and discovering the taste of her mouth. It was divine. When we stopped she drew away from me and turned her back towards me. She undid the zip at the top of her dress, slid it down to her thighs, and let the dress fall gracefully from her shoulders. It was then I realised for the first time, Susan had not been wearing any underwear. In fairness you couldn't wear a bra with the dress she had on, but to see her firm naked ass in front of me silenced me instantly. I went towards her again, and as she turned around she dropped to her knees in front of me. One of her delicate hands undid my fly while the other one delved inside and removed my already rock hard member. Susan pulled back the foreskin and put the head of my cock into her mouth. All at once I was rocked by the pleasure of this woman's caress. I closed my eyes as she let more of the eight inch tool penetrate her mouth. When she began sucking on almost six inches of my cock I was in heaven. Here was a girl I had lusted after since school, placed on a pedestal, and she was giving me some of the best head I ever had in my life. I was in such a state that I didn't even realise I was so close to the edge of coming. Susan knew though, and when she felt my cock begin to quiver she increased her efforts, and managed to get almost all of my dick into her mouth, with her nose buried in my trousers. All of a sudden I bucked. I put my hands on my ass and I rocketed out four or five searing bursts of spunk. And amazingly, Susan never flinched. She swallowed it all, and even continued sucking as my cock began turning semi-erect. When she finally did relent she rose to her feet, still with my cock in her hand and asked. "Will you do the same to me?" She was lost for words when I said "No," but I let her stutter for a bit before I added "I'll do even better." Again we kissed, but this time briefly, as I pushed her back towards the bed. With one arm around her back I lay her down on the large double bed, and moved my mouth from hers, down to one of her nipples. Her breasts were gorgeous, and she obviously tanned in the nude, because there wasn't a bikini line in sight. My hand drifted down between her legs, but I didn't go near her pussy yet, instead rubbing the inside of her thighs, coming ever closer to her sweet snatch. When her nipple had become rock hard in my mouth, and the other one also standing proud, I knew it was time to move on. I kissed down her stomach to where her neatly trimmed pussy invited me ever closer. She parted her legs wide to make things easier for me, and with one hand holding her firm ass, I spread her pussy lips wide with the other and lowered my mouth onto her cunt. Even the smallest first touch sent a shiver down Susan's back. She had obviously been looking for this kind of attention all evening, and I was happy to provide it now. I licked her pussy in long strokes, before centring in on her love button. I bit it playfully then turned the full force of my tongue on it. I could feel Susan's thighs bucking underneath my tongue, and even though it felt like only a few minutes, it must have been longer, for as suddenly as my climax had hit me, Susan suddenly started panting "I'm coming, oh god I'm coming. Keep going Rob, please make me fucking come." I never did stop. My mouth was firmly lodged around her love button, licking it for all I was worth, while I slipped a finger into her pussy and immediately felt her pussy spasm around it, contracting and expanding, squeezing for all it was worth. She let out a long lingering moan that had my own senses tingling, and restored rigidity to my cock. And she continued to moan, and her pussy juices were getting richer. I could feel them trickle down my finger into the palm of my hand. I let the last of her quakes subside before I stopped focusing my attention on her pussy. She was still breathing heavily, but pulled me up to her face, where she kissed me more passionately than we had all evening. Glancing at her flushed state I asked her when was the last time she was with a guy. She kind of looked embarrassed, and said that she hadn't had a boyfriend in six months. I found it unbelievable, but she explained that in Saudi Arabia, where she was working as a nurse, socialising was not all that big a thing. And most of the doctors were married anyway. "If you sleep with a Saudi then he expects you to marry him, so I was practically celibate since I went over in June." she explained. "Well it looks like you have a lot of catching up to do then, doesn't it." I said, noting a wry smile spread on her lips. "Do you want me to continue?" I asked. "Oh God yes!" was her enthusiastic reply. And so I did. I reached down, undid my trousers properly and undressed in front of her. I may not be Baywatch extra material, my skin is too white for that, but I could see her looking at my impressive six pack and then wandering further down to my eight inch tool. She was, by now, sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking in my manly frame. I took her hand and asked her to stand up. I put my hands underneath her ass and she instinctively jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my broad shoulders. We kissed again and I lay her body back on the bed. She grabbed hold of my erect member and rubbed it gently up and down her slit before pushing the tip of it inside her cunt. It's just as well she had come before this stage, because her pussy was almost virginally tight, as I pushed past the outer walls and gently fed my entire length into her. A guttural moan from the back of her throat told me she was enjoying this immensely as I began to gently fuck her on the soft satin sheets. Gradually my pace increased until I was really pounding my cock deep into her. My hands were on her shoulders and she was writing underneath me, one hand vigorously rubbing her clit while the other dug into my shoulder. Incredibly she came well before I did. Her body started shaking, her cheeks turned red and finally she arched her neck back and let out a long lingering moan that must of lasted all of eight seconds. Her reactions and the power of her contracting pussy helped my case immensely, and soon I felt a fountain of cum building up inside me. three or four more thrusts and I unleashed my load deep into her pussy. The aftershocks of her own powering climax were still hitting her when I slumped forward on her body. She was letting out little yelps of pleasure, and breathing raggedly. We looked into each other's eyes before I whispered in her ear "Happy Christmas." A Christmas Present Christmas can be a lonely time of the year especially when you are 4,000 miles from home without your wife and children. I was 21 and in Germany...lonely, miserable, and knowing that this would be a Christmas I would want more than anything else to forget. I was a soldier and was living in the barracks, but I had a job that took me out into the Germany of the German people. Hans worked for a German household goods shipping company and I was a military customs inspector so we saw each other almost every day, usually at the local Gasthaus drinking our lunch which normally consisted of Steinhaeger and good strong German lager beer. He was learning English from me and was teaching me the German language. Frequently I was a visitor in his house though I seldom, if ever, spent the night. The wife occasionally stared at my crotch, but I was really there to talk and joke with her husband, figuring she was probably off-limits to an American GI like me. Ute was no femme fatale, but she was a nice, pleasant woman who seemed to be happy with her husband and her nine children all living in a three-bedroom apartment. She was in her mid-forties and a tad on the hefty side, but she did have some lovely large tits. Her house was always immaculate with nothing out of place. The food, when I ate with them, was great. She smiled a lot and left me to her husband, though there were those looks from time to time. Over the fall, after my family had returned to the States, I started spending more and more time, almost every free moment I had at Hans' house. My German became halfway proficient in that short period of time and I could make myself understood without too much difficulty. The weather in Southern Germany was getting cold and Christmas was right around the corner. I had decided to give Hans some American whiskey and a carton of cigarettes from Christmas, but had absolutely nothing to give the children or Ute and was beginning to wonder what I could get them. One night, about a week before Christmas, Hans had invited me over for supper. When I got there, a bit early, I found out from Ute that Hans hadn't returned home from work. They didn't have a car so he took public transportation back and forth to work and it was very unlike him to be late. Ute finally persuaded me to take her looking for Hans and took me on streets I had never seen before. Finally, she directed me down a street in what looked to be an area of warehouses. We reached the dead end and she reached over and turned the engine off. Ute's hand went to my cock and jerked it right through my pants causing it to harden like a piece of steel. Somehow, we managed to get ourselves into the back seat of my VW bug and my cock covered in a condom which after two or three strokes Ute pulled off before pulling my now naked cock back into her hot pussy. Her juices splashed all over my cock and balls as the VW bounced on its springs. She screamed as she came and screamed again when she felt my cock explode inside her coating her womb with my potent sperm. We kissed and caressed each other as our bodies came down from their orgasmic highs. Naked from the waist down, we got out on opposite sides of the VW after looking around to make sure nobody was in the area. We quickly covered ourselves with our clothing and kissed several more times. When we climbed back into the car, Ute told me to turn around and directed me to a Gasthaus that Hans liked to visit. About the time that we walked in the door and he saw us, it hit me that I had just fucked my friend's wife and was now about to sit down and drink with him. To say that I got drunk that night, is an understatement. I know that I drove all of us to Hans' house, but I did not remember one inch of the way when I woke up with a blazing headache on their couch with a blanket pulled over me. I was in my briefs and a t-shirt and wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Hans had already left for his Saturday morning of work when Ute and the nine children decided it was time for me to return to the land of the living. The hot coffee went down fine, but food of any kind made me sick just to look at. It was going on nine o'clock when Ute started giving the children errands to do. She even sent the youngest girl out with one of the older ones and the errands were all some distance away from the house. I am sure that she used my "hangover" which I didn't have as an excuse to get them out of the house. Soon, the children had gone out on their errands and Ute and I were once again alone. She wasted no time in dropping her housecoat to reveal her naked body which looked just as good to me in the morning as it had in the back seat of a dark car the night before. My cock instantly stiffened to attention inside my briefs and Ute peeled the blanket off my body. I wasted no time in ridding myself of the few items of clothing that I was wearing. As my cock sprang free of its confinement, Ute dropped to her knees in front of me and kissed its head. She then ran her tongue around the ridge just behind the crown before almost swallowing it whole. Ute may have had nine children, but she was still a horny lady that knew what she wanted and how to get it. I warned her that I was about to flood her mouth and she just redoubled her efforts on my cockhead. When I exploded in her mouth, I thought I would never stop shooting ropes of thick creamy sperm down her eagerly swallowing throat. She literally drank me dry and since I had remained stiff, she started to climb on top of me. Once again I put a condom on and once again she pulled it off before sinking my cock balls deep inside her hot pussy. I could feel the walls of her cunt milking my prick for all it was worth. Ute wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I increased the speed and depth of my strokes knowing that having already cum once I was going to take just a little longer for the second time. Ute moaned loudly as she gushed all over my cock and balls. I could feel her spasms milking my cock like a pair of hands and with one final deep thrust buried my spurting spear deep into her pussy flesh, unknowingly planting my seed inside my friend's wife. We kissed and she let her breathing return to normal before letting my cock slip out of her warm, slippery love grotto. We hurriedly dressed as a lot of time had passed and we were afraid the children would return. Several minutes later, they began to come back to the apartment. Nothing else was ever said between Ute and I about the two wild lusty episodes. I left Germany a few months later with a promise on my lips that I would return one day. Hans and Ute had heard that story before and just smiled and nodded their heads in agreement. But return I did after an intervening five years and the first thing that Hans told me was about my daughter that had died after living for only two days. Ute merely smiled and nodded her head. Neither was upset with me. Ute had gotten what she had wanted, another baby. Hans I am sure had talked it out with Ute years earlier and was no longer upset with his friend who had fucked his wife and made her pregnant. A Christmas Present I sat down on the couch contemplating what took place this evening. My boyfriend Tony and I have dated for three months now. He's a great guy, intelligent, good looking, witty and very capable in the bedroom. Tonight I asked him what he wants for Christmas, but he didn't answer. Instead, he looked off in the distance like his thoughts were a million miles away. I tried hard to think of things he has mentioned in the past trying to figure out what to get him. His clothing is impressive, his apartment is beautiful and he has enough money that he buys whatever strikes his fancy. He isn't one to talk about wanting something; he buys what he needs. Suddenly a wicked smile crossed my lips. I knew what to get him, but getting it may be more difficult so I would have to start making calls. He arrived the Friday before Christmas, dressed in jeans and a casual sweater. We discussed staying in to make popcorn over the fire in the fireplace and sip some wine. It was my idea to invite a couple friends over, to which he agreed. "Tell me again, who is coming over tonight?" "I invited Bob and Yvonne, and Tyson and Megan." "Cool, they're all fun to be around." The doorbell signaled their arrival. Hoping up from in front of the fireplace I greeted Yvonne and Megan. "Where are the guys?" "Last minute shopping. You know how guys are." "Well shoot." I turned to Tony, "I'm sorry the guys didn't come along tonight. I guess they're shopping." "It's fine. I'll get over it. Just don't talk girl stuff all night." "We won't, will we girls?" "Nah," Megan replied. "I'm ready to party!" "Me too!" Yvonne chimed in. They each carried a wrapped present, that they laid under the small desktop tree in my apartment. "You guys didn't have to buy anything for Christmas." They both smiled and said it was the right thing to do, having been invited over for a Christmas party. Tony walked to the kitchen, returning with some appetizers. We munched and drank wine while we talked and laughed together. Tony tried his best to not feel like the lone ranger in a group of women, but I could tell he was disappointed the guys didn't come along. We were all starting to feel the affects of the wine. Yvonne grabbed the present she brought, "Open it please!" "Ok." I shook the present, like a kid, and laughed. "Hey, no cheating!" The paper came off in a flash to reveal the board game, Twister. "Damn, I haven't played this in years! I wonder if I'm still limber enough." Megan handed me her present, "Mine next!" I shook the bottle shaped gift and heard liquid inside, "Mmmm, wine?" "Nope, open it and see." I revealed a body of massage oil. "Oh niceeeeee. Tony can use this when he gives me a massage," I laughed. Yvonne unfolded the plastic twister mat with all the colored circles on it. "Come on, let's play." All of us laughed except Tony, who declined. "Are you sure honey?" "Yeah, I'm fine really. You ladies enjoy yourself. I'm going to watch the ballgame on the television in the bedroom." "Tony." "Quit fussing, I'm fine." He smiled and excused his self. When he was gone the three of us quit laughed and looked at one another. They knew the plan and they knew that Bob and Tyson weren't here for a reason. Megan spoke, "Do you think he suspects anything?" "No, he doesn't seem to anyway." "I told Tyson we were doing this tonight. He was cool with it as long as we reciprocate." "Haha, Oh I bet." "Bob was the same way. I told him and he was actually excited. I think his exact words were.... 'Tony is a lucky bastard'." "Cool. I'm glad they are both ok with this. I wouldn't have it any other way." "We all agree," Megan added. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the big sheet of plastic I had stashed when the three of us hatched our plot. Megan lifted the twister mat from the floor so I could cover the carpet with the big square of plastic then replaced the twister mat on top. The three of us drank more wine and laughed while we stripped off our clothes. Yvonne grabbed the bottle of massage oil, pouring it on our bodies. I was the first to spin the dial to reveal the color my hand and foot belonged on. Yvonne was next. Megan spun for both of us and told us how to move. Before long we were a tangled mess of oily flesh, laughing like schoolgirls. Megan asked, "How long do you think it will take for him to come out and see what's going on?" "I suppose when he needs more wine." Right then Yvonne slipped on some oil and landed with a thud on the floor. All three of us were laughed so hard tears streamed down our cheeks. Tony walked from the bedroom to see what happened. He rounded the corner and found the three of us oily and naked, tangled up on the twister mat. "What the fuck!?" "Oh, sorry honey we didn't mean to worry you." "Worry me? This was the last thing I expected to find." "Join us honey. It's so much fun." He stood there staring, like he wasn't sure what to make of the whole situation. It didn't take him long to make up his mind. Reaching for his sweater he pulled it off, tossing it aside, then his pants, socks and underwear. Yvonne reached in a sack and produced a spinning dial she made for this special night, handing it to Tony. The dial had body parts on it, instead of colors. He spun it for me first then told me my results. "Left hand on an ass, right foot on a pussy." "Come here Megan, give me your pussy." I laughed. She offered her pussy, to which I placed my freshly painted toenails, while extending my left hand to land it hard on Yvonne's ass. Tony spun again, "Ok Megan, left hand on a tit, right foot on a ... oh shit, a cock." Megan grabbed my tit and curled her finger for Tony to come closer. She reached her foot up in the air to touch his cock, which was pointing straight to the heavens. "Damn girl, you didn't tell me Tony had such a nice cock!" "Shhh, come on, its Yvonne's turn now." Tony tried to focus and spun the dial. "Left hand on an ass, right foot on balls." She grabbed his ass with her left hand, while raising her foot to jingle his balls. "Damn, how am I suppose to focus?" Megan and Yvonne defaulted from the game and reached for Tony's cock. I joined them and the three of us smeared oil over him and began rubbing our hands all over his body. We guided him to the twister mat. "Spin it Megan. The original dial." Megan spun, "Left foot red, right hand blue." "Oh come on, you guys aren't really going to make me do this." "Yes, you have to do this. Our game, our rules." "Whatever." Tony placed his foot and hand where they belonged. Megan spun again, "Right foot yellow, left hand green." Tony was spread eagle on the mat trying not to slip in the oil. Yvonne whacked him good on the ass, almost making his fall. "Quit that. This isn't fair. You guys have to play too." "Oh, we'll play alright," Yvonne smirked. She ran her hand over his ass, gathering some oil before slipping a finger up his tight ass. "Shit, what the hell are you doing?" Feigning her most innocent look she laughed, "I'm just playing." I crawled over to Tony and began kissing him. He left his stance on the mat to kiss me back. Soon Megan and Yvonne joined us. The four of us kissed and caressed one another, taking turns sucking and stroking Tony's cock at the same time. Yvonne crawled over and told me to get on all four's, then started licking my pussy and ass. Her position was like mine so Megan did the same to her until we formed a chain. The three of us on all four's in front of Tony, licking, sucking and moaning. Stroking his cock he crawled in front of me so I could suck it for him. I looked up at him. "Why don't you eat Megan's pussy for her honey?" "Really?" "Yeah, really. This is your Christmas present after all." "Oh God, no kidding? You had this all planned?" "Uhuh, tonight is for you." He didn't hesitate. Grabbing Megan's luscious ass he promptly dove in and tasted her pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, panting and moaning. My entire body was covered in oil. Lying on the mat I slid under Yvonne so we could sixty-nine together. Tony's cock was strained and blue from the excitement. "Fuck her honey, go ahead and show Megan how that cock feels." He looked at me a moment while I turned from Yvonne's pussy, a questioned look on his face. "It's fine, fuck her. It's cool." He pulled up and raised his cock, it didn't take him long to enter her. The oil had everyone lubricated and slick. "Dayummmmm, wow Megan. Your pussy is hot!" "Mmmm, yes it is." Yvonne crawled to her purse to retrieve a couple toys. She held a slender vibrator to my pussy. She pushed it in and turned it to high. "Oh God, that feels so great!" Pumping it in and out of my pussy, she became more and more excited. She leaned down to whisper, "I brought my strap on, wanna see it?" "Yessssss, get it out please. I want to feel it, not just see it." "Oh yeah, that's what I was hoping for!" Slipping into the harness, Yvonne wielded the strap on cock like it was a part of her body. Lying on my back, she slid between my legs and plunged into me. Her hips moved and gyrated. "Shit, that feels fucking awesome Yvonne. Fuck me harder!" Tony fucked Megan until she came. While she sucked his cock, he watched Yvonne and me for a while. Yvonne worked the strap on like a pro, drilling my pussy until I came hard and loud. She pulled back, looking at Tony. "Tell me what you want for Christmas Tony?" "Huh?" "Oh come on, tell me. It's ok." "I think this little foray is a good enough present." "Now now, come tell Mrs. Clause what you want for Christmas." Tony looked at me, I responded. "It's ok, you can tell her." "Oh Christ, you didn't tell her that!" "I did, but it's ok. Come to find out, Bob has already experienced this." Megan added, "So has Tyson." "Holy Christ, now everyone knows. Did you tell the guys too?" They looked at one another, then me, then Tony before answering, "Yes." "Damn. I never thought me wanting to get fucked with a strap on would be public knowledge." "Honey, I didn't tell them what you wanted. Originally I intended on the four of us just playing together. When Yvonne told me about Bob, then Megan told me about Tyson, well... I figured it would be ok. There isn't anything wrong with you wanting this." "What the hell, the cat is out of the bag now." "Are you mad at me?" "No, I guess not. I just wasn't expecting it to happen this way." "Is it ok if Yvonne does it, since I have never done it before?" "Yeah, that's fine. God, I hope you guys aren't going to tell people." Yvonne spoke up, "Would you have known about Bob if this situation hadn't occurred?" "Well, no." "That's my point. It isn't something we go around telling people. It's personal." "Does Bob really like it, or are you the one that enjoys doing it?" "Both." "I see. What about Tyson?" "He likes both, he likes my strap on and a real cock." "A real cock?" "Yeah, we have a close friend that plays with us sometimes." "Damn, I would have never thought either of them would like it up the ass. They just don't seem the 'type'." "There is no 'type' honey. It's an experience. How else do you expect to find out?" Yvonne slipped over toward Tony and began to lower her pussy on his face. The dildo bobbed at the top of his head while he ate her pussy. The conversation ended and the initiation of Tony began. I crawled over and grabbed his hands pulling him toward me on all fours. Megan pulled his legs apart and slid underneath him so she could suck his cock. Yvonne straddled Megan's body and crouched at Tony's ass. She rubbed his oily ass cheeks and slid a finger into his ass. I held his wrists in my hands, looking into his eyes. "Damn, her finger feels so good, just like yours baby." "Tell her when you want more." "More Yvonne, I want more." She slid a second finger, then a third into his ass and began pumping him. "Shit, this feels awesome. More please, damn just fuck me. I feel like my balls are gonna explode already." She poured more oil over the dildo and slowly worked it into his ass. I watched the torrent of emotions on his face go from pain to pleasure then back again. "Damn, this feels great. More Yvonne, give it to me up my ass." She reared back and began fucking him. The first time she withdrew and shoved it deep again, he cried out a little, but pushed back for her. She stroked in and out of his ass while Megan worked his cock with her mouth. Lying in front of Tony, I offered my pussy. Lapping and sucking my perky pussy lips, it made me more excited each time he moaned or growled in pain and pleasure. The chime of the doorbell startled everyone. I jumped up to look out the peephole. "Bob and Tyson are here!" "Aww, hell no." Tony said in disgust. Yvonne didn't move from her position. "Let them in." "NO, damn I don't want them to see me like this." "Just let them in. They'll enjoy this as much as we are." I hesitated then opened the door. Grabbing them by the coat sleeves I hauled them in and quickly shut the door, hoping no one in the hall would look in. They stood there in a shock for a moment before moving. Without a word both men disrobed and joined the action. The only person that felt the least bit uncomfortable was Tony. "Yvonne grasped the moment and began fucking his ass with the dildo again." Bob and Tyson walked in front of Tony and whipped their cocks out. Tyson spoke first. "Suck it bitch, you know you want to." "No I don't." "Yes you do, now suck it." Tony began to speak but Tyson shoved his cock into his mouth giving him no choice. He fumbled at first but before long he sucked his cock like he had done it all his life. Bob shoved his way in front of Tony, taking Tyson's spot. "I see you like my girl's strap on. It feels pretty fucking good, doesn't it?" Tony kept sucking his cock, but shook his head in approval. Tyson walked behind Tony. Yvonne pulled out her cock and traded places with him. Tyson got on his knees, while Tony stopped to look over his shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing?" "I'm gonna fuck your ass bitch, so you know how good a real cock feels." "I don't know if this is such a good idea." "Never know until you try." "You guys aren't gonna go tell everyone if I like it, are you?" "Hell no, we like it too. It doesn't change what kind of men we are." "I suppose... "Just chill brother. We're all adults here." Tony turned his head back to Bob's cock. He placed his hand on Tony's head using his as leverage. The head of Tyson's cock rested at his ass, then slid in. Tony let out a loud cry. "Shit, go slow, your cock is big." "The head is the worst part, just relax." Tyson grabbed his ass cheeks and rubbed them around while he edged in further. Tony grimaced a few time but soon relaxed. I watched in amazement as two men fucked my boyfriend. Yvonne and Megan came to me and started sucking my tits and pussy. I couldn't focus on what they were doing because I was so fascinated watching Tony. My emotions were torn because their tongues were working me over good. An occasional moan slipped from my mouth while I continued watching. Tony quit sucking Bob's cock and reached under with his hand to stroke his own. Bob got down and joined Yvonne and Megan, playing with me. He told me to get on all fours and crouched behind me. "I'm gonna fuck your ass too." His cock slipped into my ass before I had time to respond. "Damn!" Tony worked his cock with his hand, jerking it hard and fast. Each time Tyson drove into his ass he let out a cry and moan, stroking harder. "Fuck, this feels good!" Tyson pulled his cock out and jerked his cock until come sprayed all over the plastic. Yvonne took advantage of Tyson in a weakened state and shoved him forward, perched at his ass with her strap on. He lowered his upper torso to the floor while she grabbed his ass cheeks. "That's it, give me that ass Tyson." She knew that Tyson played with his ass a lot and could take more than Tony. When she shoved the dildo up his ass, she had no mercy. Driving it long and deep, he let out a guttural growl. "Yeah, oh shit, fuck my ass good Yvonne, fuck me hard!" She obliged him, giving her all. Bob was fucking my ass and Megan had her pussy shoved into Tyson's mouth. The six of us had a tremendous group fuck going on. Tony crawled over and slid up under my body. "You're gonna take two cock for doing this." "Oh God, do you think they will fit?" "We'll make them fit, won't we Bob?" "Hell yeah, we'll make 'em fit in your tight little holes." Bob kept his cock in my ass while I straddled Tony. My pussy was so tight from having a cock in my ass but it felt wonderful. "Fuck girl, you were made for this kinda shit," Bob commented. "HOLY FUCK, this feels so damn good. Stuff me full of cock guys!" We continually fucked and played until everyone was drained. The three couples ended up together at the end of the night for one last come fest. We each knew our partners best and knew what to do to make the night end with a bang. After we finished everyone took turns showering. We folded up the plastic on the floor, tossing it in the trash. By two o'clock in the morning we were sitting in front of the fireplace eating freshly popped popcorn and sipping wine. Eventually everyone left. "Thank you for tonight." "I didn't know what to get you for Christmas this year." "This was pretty awesome." "It was pretty cool. I hope you aren't upset with me." "I'm not. I didn't do anything that either of the those guys didn't do." "So, which did you prefer?" "What do you mean?" "Dildo or real?" "Honestly, I enjoyed everything. Don't get me wrong, I got to experience something I always wondered about and that was great, but the entire evening was awesome not just one thing." "Should I buy a strap on?" "Yes, I enjoyed that. But right now I want to make love to you." He carried me to bed. Tony made me come again then found his release in the depth of my pussy, filling me until it dripped from my body. We kissed in a profound way tonight. It was a kiss between two people that harbored no secrets and no shame. We made slow sensual love then drifted to sleep together. Neither of us forgot this Christmas party. It would be the beginning of many explorations for us, as a couple. A Christmas present This is a true story, although the names and some of the details have been changed. Jennifer, I can only say sorry it took me so long to get round to writing it down! ********* Walking over the worn carpet of the steps down into the warm fug of popcorn and leather seats, I already had goosebumps and shivers cascading over my skin and a hungry, fluttering, tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach and the base of my groin. This was not the first time I'd met up with a fellow Litster, but still the sheer excitement coursing through me was like nothing I could remember. It was like Christmas morning. Well, actually Christmas morning had been yesterday and if anything, this was better. Stepping in the cinema proper, I glanced around looking for the right seats. I'd arrived nice and early, while it was still empty, so I'd be able to bag the ones we'd agreed. Shit. My heart juddered to a standtill. We'd said back row in the far right corner. Except there was no corner! The doors to the foyer led out at the far right and left sides of the room, the aisles going down the edge, seats in the middle. Ok. Never mind. It was late afternoon on boxing day, and there was hardly anyone else here. I was surprised the cinema even opened today. I went to the empty back row and took the seat right in the centre, spreading my stuff out across the nearby seats to try and discourage anyone from sitting near me. I better explain what I was doing. Jennifer had found me online only a couple days ago. She was a gorgeous, witty, lighthearted woman married to a man she loved and who who satisfied her emotional needs, but not her sexual appetite. She was in town just for the holidays, visiting family, and wanted some excitement while she was here. Her husband was in another country, the kids were with their grandparents, and the fantasy we'd settled on was this. There would be no phone numbers, no picking her up from her family's house or booking a table in a restaurant. We had agreed only which cinema, which film (it was called Sightseers, and it wasn't very good in case you're wondering, although we weren't paying much attention) and the seat that I would be sitting in, waiting for her. She would come in and sit down next to me like we were perfect strangers. Hence my moment of panic when I realized this cinema didn't have corners. I made myself calm down, reminding myself that we'd seen photos of each other and that she'd still find me in the back row easily enough. I settled back in my seat, a combination of nerves, excitement and a throbbing erection preventing me from getting too comfortable. I was waiting a while, sitting through adverts and trailers, jumping every time the side doors opened, turning eagerly to see if it was her, pulse racing again, trying not to scowl in disappointment at people. The film was due to have started by now, although it was clearly running late. Probably nobody else minded what time it was, being content to rest their hands on their turkey and brussel sprout stuffed bellies, but I was sweating, wondering if she'd gotten lost, or changed her mind and stood me up, or actually been a 15 year old boy playing pranks on strangers on the internet all along, or... And there my paranoia stopped, because in through the entrance and walking straight toward came a tall, curvaceous brunette, soft hair spilling over her shoulders, eyes sparkling, her pretty face and full lips flashing me a smile that was filled with conspiracy and sheer wantonness. The stranger act ended right there. Our eyes were on each other as she made her way between the seats, and as she reached me she leant down and we kissed before even a word had been said. It was breathy and excited, soft and warm and deep, my fingers sliding into her hair as our tongues and lips met. Fuck she was a good kisser! My other hand went to her thigh, moving up over the smooth texture of her black thigh high stockings, under the hem of her dress, across her smooth skin and up to her waist to check that she wasn't wearing any knickers like we'd agreed. We broke the kiss, panting slightly and looked at each other, grinning like naughty children, eyes shining in the house lights. "Hi!" she whispered, giggling "I'm Jennifer! How are you?" She told me why she was late and how she'd got the wrong cinema and panicked, and we joked about the conversation she'd had trying to explain to the man behind the counter why she couldn't watch the same film there. For the next few minutes we sat, leaning in to each other, kissing, chatting, hands exploring, waiting, desperate for the lights to dim, glancing around to see if anyone was sitting close to us, cursing when one guy sat in the row in front of us just a few seats along (if you were this guy and we put you off enjoying the film, we're sorry! Unless, of course, you enjoyed the show we were putting on, in which case, you're welcome). Finally the house lights went down and the volume went up for the trailers and then the film. My hand slid to the inside of Jennifer's thigh and she sighed softly into my mouth, scootching forward in her seat and spreading her legs as I stroked around the tops of her stockings, caressing her skin, teasing just around the edges of her cleanly shaven pussy. I could feel how hot she was, and the way she bit my lower lip and breathed an elongated "fucccckkkk!" as I touched her told me exactly what effect my touch was having. Her back arched as I dragged my fingertip across her soaking wet sex for the very first time. Our eyes met again, fuzzy from being so close in the dark of the cinema, her mouth open, eyes wide, body aching with need, her face filled with lust and pleasure as I slid my finger between her lips, circling her sensitive clit. I can't describe her expression in those first few moments as I fingered her, but the memory of it puts a big grin on my face and a bulge in my pants every time I think about it. Brushing her long hair aside, I ran my teeth and lips up the side of her neck, making her shiver and stifle a moan, her hips lifting into my hand. When my mouth reached her ear, I took her earlobe briefly into my mouth, and then whispered "Give me the remote". Oh yeah, I should mention. That was the other part of our agreement. That she would turn up for our date wearing a dress that zipped open all the way down the front, thigh high stockings, knee high leather boots, no underwear, and with her favourite remote control vibrator already pushed up deep inside of her pussy. She pressed the small plastic object into the palm of my hand, biting her lip from the anticipation of handing over control of her pleasure to a man she'd never met, and in a completely public place. Her gasp and the roll of her eyes as I pressed the 'on' button and turned it up a few notches may very well be the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. Her right hand was over the bulge of my cock, rubbing and squeezing through my trousers, the other sliding under my shirt to drag her nails down my chest as I slowly circled her stiff and throbbing clit, kissing and biting her neck, increasing and decreasing the intensity of the vibe in time with my own movements on her pussy and her impassioned breathing in my ear. I could feel her tensing, her hips gyrating in the seat, body writhing from the sensations between her legs. Her face was buried in my neck. She smelled and tasted so fucking good. I turned the vibe down to its lowest setting and slipped the remote into my pocket so I could play with her generous, supple breasts. She groaned quietly as I squeezed her soft boobs, lifting her chest to press them into my palm and taking her hand from my shirt so she could place it over mine and encourage me to squeeze them harder. She glanced around. I followed her gaze, but everyone seemed to be watching the film. I think we'd reached the first sex scene by now, good cover for any stray moans we let out. We both looked at the guy sitting near us, but we could only see the back of his head so, passing a conspiratorial look and a grin between us, she slowly unzipped the top of her dress and pushed her bra aside, brazenly showing her tits to me in the flickering light from the screen. I couldn't help myself. I instinctively leant forward, taking one large, stiff nipple gently between my lips, circling it with my tongue as my fingertip did the same to her pulsing hard clit. She had her boobs in her hands now, lifting them toward me, pressing them into my mouth, sighing as I rolled and tugged on them with my teeth, her nipples hard and slippery with my spit. Her legs were spread wide, one of her thighs lifted across my lap so that it rubbed against the hardness of my cock as she writhed in half-naked ecstasy. I reached into my pocket and flicked the vibe up a couple notches and felt her react instantly, the soft moan running through her chest, hips lifting against my teasing fingers, turning her face against me, kissing me and opening her mouth as the tension built, rolling and arching her gorgeous body. I felt her fingers slide into my hair, pulling my head up to face her and our eyes met again in the darkness and we shared an intense kiss while my fingers rubbed harder and faster between her legs, dipping into her spasming cunt to press the vibe in a little deeper, tipping her over the edge. Her voice was shaky and panting as she breathed "Ohhh fuck I'm gonna cum!" into my ear and flung her arms around my neck, face pressed into my shoulder, her body wrapping around me tight as she shook and spasmed, sobs of pleasure exploding through her, my fingers in her soft hair, my other hand in her gushing pussy, stroking gently and fucking harder until her orgasm faded, her gasps growing shallower, muscles unclenching again. Once I'd turned off the vibe, she lifted her face to look at me, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. We both glanced cautiously around, suddenly aware of just how full on we'd been in a room surrounded by peope we burst into giggles again. Shushing each other and grinning, we zipped her back into her dress and kissed deeply. I was completely in awe at how easily she had cum, and how brazen and how horny she clearly still was as her hand was tugging at my belt, pulling my achingly hard cock from my jeans. I gasped a bit as my throbbing prick came free of my boxers and was exposed to the warm air of the auditorium. We grinned at each other as she wrapped her hand around the base, stroking gently. "Nice penis!" she whispered, before casting a playfully exaggerated glance to either side and leaning down to take me into her mouth. I stifled a groan with the back of my hand, loving the warmth of her body against me and the heat and wetness of her mouth, the soft roughness of her tongue and silkiness of her lips enveloping and caressing the tip of my achingly hard dick. Running my hands through her hair, stroking her face and reaching and underneath her to feel her breasts, I had time to relax and take in our surroundings a little, and appreciate just how risky and public a blowjob I was getting. It was fairly dark, but there was easily enough light from the screen that if someone walked in the side doors and glanced over, or if the guy sitting not too far in front of us turned around, he would quite clearly see Jenifer's head in my lap and my hard dick disappearing between her lips. Her mouth traveled leisurely along my shaft, lapping at the head, licking along the length of me, enjoying herself, licking slowly around each of my balls (that I had, at her request, shaved for her), taking them into her mouth, sucking and tonguing at them, feeling the cum that she knew would be waiting for her, then moving up and licking up the drops of my precum as they appeared at the tip and gently swallowing them. Placing a hand softly on her cheek, I brought her up for a kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet from sucking my dick, with a hint of my precum on her lips and tongue. Her cheeks were flushed again and I reached back between her legs. She continued to slowly wank me as we kissed. I moved across her cheek to kiss and bite softly at her neck, nuzzling and inhaling her scent, licking behind her ear. As my fingertips again found the centre of her heat and wetness, I whispered "I want to taste you". I felt her bite her lip and let out a mewling sound. She lifted her thigh and hooked it over the armrest, lewdly displaying her excited, soaking wet cunt to the entire cinema had anyone been watching. I took a moment to appreciate her beautiful pussy, perfectly framed between black stocking tops that were damp with her cum, her clit hard and just visible, her cuntlips slippery and plump. The vibrator was deep enough in her that I couldn't see it, but knowing it was there was a huge turn on. Her scent was intoxicating and drew me in to drag my tongue gently across the length of her slit, feeling a ripple of pleasure run all the way through her. I took each of the lips of her sex into my mouth as she had done with my balls, sucking and teasing before flicking my tongue against her throbbing clit, gathering some of her juices with my fingers and running them down the crack of her arse to tease her sensitive anus while I pleasured her. She was gyrating slowly in her seat, lifting her pussy onto my mouth, and looking up I could see she had taken her breasts out again and was playing with them, tweaking her nipples, rolling them in her fingers. Her eyes were closed in bliss, fluttering open occasionally to watch me tonguing her, or to glance around and check we weren't being watched. Grinning to myself, I decided she'd had enough time to recover and reached for the remote. Her thighs tightened around my head as I turned it on, her fingers digging into my hair as I felt the soft buzzing spreading through her cunt, massaging the tightness of her clenching pussy and I just made out the words "Oh you fucking bad man!" escaping her lips, and could only hope no-one else heard them. She started tugging on my hair, lifting me away from her pussy and pulled me to face her, breathing heavily and half kissing, half licking my lips, inhaling her own scent from me. She slipped a finger inside herself, hooking it through the loop on the vibrator and started to ever so slowly ease it out of herself until it fell into her palm. It was small and oval, completely slick with her juices and buzzing away happily to itself in her hand as she pressed it to her aching clit and began to rub it against herself. We continued snogging heavily as my fingers once again dipped into her sopping twat, pushing right up inside her this time to finger fuck her as she played the toy all over her pussy. All of a sudden there was a break in the onscreen dialogue, and the buzzing of the vibe seemed unbearably loud in terrifyingly quiet cinema. We panickily fumbled for the off switch, whispering and giggling again, stifling our laughter with more kissing until the film became noisy again and we dared to switch the toy back on. When we did she almost immediately melted in my arms into a molten core of lust, trembling at every touch, gasping and shaking as another orgasm approached, her boobs pressed against my chest, our tongues deep in each other's mouths, her nails raking at my chest and stomach, grabbing at my dick, pulling her own nipples, moaning that she was going to cum, writhing in her seat, pussy gushing and tightening around my fingers, her breath hot on my neck and face, hair everywhere, gasping and panting and biting my neck and her own lip as she came, shoving her cunt down hard onto my fingers to take them as deep inside her as she could, me pushing up, working them into her juicy, spasming pussy, rubbing her tits and fucking her through the waves of pleasure that were bursting between her legs. As she came down I brought my hand between us so we could share her juices in our mouths as we kissed for a while, until she returned to sucking my cock. We took turns pleasuring each other, pausing to smile and kiss and make fun of the film. She came maybe another two or three times on my fingers and tongue and the toy before the credits rolled. When they finally did and the other people in the audience started waking up, we hurriedly and guiltily zipped each other up, readjusting our clothing as the lights came on, feeling like teenagers getting caught trying to fuck at a school disco, but made ourselves decent just in time and waltzed out feeling high and horny and smug for getting away with it. We went across the street to a sushi place and sat on high stools by one of those conveyor belt counters, snogging and chatting as we ate, and, seeing as the place was nearly empty, she whispered "Hey, kneel down to get something out of you bag!" and when I did she turned toward me and spread her legs wide, giving me nice long look at her gorgeous, cleanly shaven and still dripping wet pussy in the bright lights of the restaurant. I winked at her, then leant forward and ran my tongue quickly up her thigh, just brushing her pussy lips before get backing up and kissing her cheek. She groaned quietly and dug her nails into my arm and told off for being such a tease. After we ate, we found a nearby bar and snuggled in a corner. There was another couple in our part of the bar, but we figured they wouldn't mind too much, so we positioned ourselves so my back was to them, blocking the view between Jenifer's legs as I slid my hand back up her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up around her waist, exposing her stocking tops. Slipping a finger either side of her clit, I gently worked in circles, being careful not to rub her now extremely sensitive pussy too hard, while she sighed and leaned her head on my shoulder, whispering how good it felt, directing me to go higher, slower, to press inside her, telling me how wet she was, how wet she'd been all day in anticipation of having me inside her. This time we held hands as she came, quietly but deeply, a slow, drawn out exhalation of an orgasm, releasing all of her tension, holding my gaze and telling me she was cumming over and over as it rushed through her. And then she whispered that it was time for me to cum. So we got up, and walked around the bar (it was big and sprawling, with lots of room and balconies and suchlike) looking for a non-obvious bathroom. Luckily, there was a perfect set of toilets down a flight of steps right at the back, where no-one would think to look. She slipped into the ladies to scout it out, then stuck her hand out to grab me and pull me inside, guiding me to the cubicle at the end. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. We'd kissed and touched, wanked and sucked each other, and I was no longer even sure exactly how many orgasms I'd given her, but as the door shut behind us was the first time we'd actually been alone together. I pressed her to the wall with my full weight, letting her feel the bulge of cock against her, the warmth and firmness of our bodies pressing together, grinding our arousal against one another. I tugged at the zip of her dress, finaly taking it all the way down and off, and reached behind her to unclip her bra, letting her luscious breasts fall free, gathering them in my hands and bringing them to my mouth to tug at her nipples with my teeth as she pushed my jeans and underwear down, running her nails sensuously along my thighs. I let my gaze travel the length of her, finally just the way I wanted her, completely naked but for her boots and stockings. I lifted my shirt as she lightly scratched and stroked my chest, tracing the muscles, circling my nipples, teasing the hairs on my skin, wrapping her fingers around my stiff and throbbing sex, and kissing and licking her way slowly down my neck, following her teasing fingers with her questing tongue, across my stomach, grinning when she tickled me and made me flinch, licking slowly around my groin, circling the base of my cock, teasing me so much that I had to bite down on my shirt so as not to cry out, licking my navel and pressing her soft, warm breasts around my hardness, letting me titfuck her for a couple of strokes before finally, finally sliding her hot wet mouth all the way down on my achingly, desperately hard prick, taking it all the way until my balls touched her full, sensual lips and I groaned deep in my chest. A Christmas present She was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet now while I leant back against the cubicle door, my hips thrusting slightly of their own accord as Jenifer sated herself on my erect cock, pleasuring her mouth on me, sucking me wonderfully, softly and wetly, licking each of my balls in turn, running her tongue in circles around the ridge behind the head, exploring every inch of the hard cock meat and cum-filled balls in front of her with delicate, eager and unbelievably sexy movements. She stroked my shaft, gripping me in her fist while rubbing the tip back and forth along her lips, then took me deep, her fingers sliding back in time with her mouth to cup and fondle my balls. We heard someone come in and she put a finger to her heated lips, shushing me. We waited while the woman picked a cubicle a few doors down from us, peed, washed her hands and left. Neither of us moved, but Jenifer rythmically squeezed and released my throbbing dick, watching drops of precum leak from the tip each time she did so. As the woman left and the door to the toilets shut again she leant forward to lick them off and quickly resumed her sucking, sighing around the thick cock in her mouth, wanking me harder, urging the cum from my balls. I didn't have to tell her I was close. "Would you like me to cum in your mouth?" I asked in a whisper. "No." she whispered back "I want to see you cum! Do it all over my tits!" I moaned, my balls tightening as she massaged them, my cock twitching in her hands. She let the head slip from her mouth, a shining string of mingled precum and saliva stretching from her lips to the tip of my dick, then snapping and falling across her breasts. "Come on!" she told me, "Cum on me! Cum on my tits!" and suddenly I did as she asked, all the pent up arousal and tension and nervousness and excitement releasing itself in a torrent of hot sticky cum, spurting from my aching cock and clenching balls, jets of warm spunk splashing across her tits, running over her cleavage, landing wetly on her erect nipples, so much cum shooting from my throbbing prick as she stroked and squeezed and tugged, bringing every drop of cum out of me and wanking it all over herself. She continued to stroke as I emptied myself, caressing my spent dick, rubbing it against her nipples, smearing the warm sticky cum across her skin, sliding my softening cockmeat between her slippery boobs. She leant forward then and took me in her mouth one final time, licking and tasting me ever so gently, as together we ran our hands through the sticky mess covering her chest. She planted the softest of kisses on the very tip of my now soft and mostly clean penis, and reached for the toilet paper to begin cleaning the cum off herself. Once we'd sorted ourselves out, we slid out of the toilets, again with her going first, checking the coast was clear, and again we made it out without anyone being the wiser. We felt like sex ninjas. We left the pub and sauntered into the night with our arms around each other, swaying happily like we were drunk, hands roaming lazily around one another's bodies as we walked. I took her to the bus stop, waited with her, gave her a lingering kiss goodbye and watched her scamper up to the top deck to wave to me as she left. I wondered if the person on the stairs behind her got a good look at her now satisfied pussy, and thought happily about how I was sending her home with traces of my cum still all over her breasts and nipples. Turning away with a tinge of sadness that our wonderful date was over, I started to mooch off toward home, stuffing my hands into my pockets. And suddenly an enormous grin spread over my face at what I found there. I still had the remote... A Christmas Present Have a new story for the Holidays. Hope that you like it and that you will comment. The comments are so important. Happy Holidays. * When I heard the seatbelt warning ping, I opened my eyes and pulled on the belt, making sure that I was buckled in. The stewardess smiled at me as she walked to the back of the plane checking that everyone was secure. I put my head back and closed my eyes again, I probably won't open them again until I felt the wheels hit the tarmac. I don't mind flying but I do get a little edgy when we are landing. Had a bad experience a number of years ago and can't seem to shake it. But, it doesn't stop me from flying. I must have dozed off, because I was jolted awake when the plane touched down. I was tired, but feeling better than I usually do after such a long flight. I'm George Hawkins, Jr. I'm in my early thirties and stand a little over six foot one, I weigh about one eighty five and I'm in rather good shape. I constantly work out. I'm a civil engineer working for a large multi-national construction company. My job has me flying all over the world and spending months and almost years at a time away from home. And if I didn't work out I would probably pack on the pounds. But, even with all of that work and making really good money, this job hasn't been good for my personal life. My ex-wife, Jeannette couldn't stand being alone so much and she found someone closer to home, who was there for her. That was about two and a half years ago and I guess that I'm still a bit gun shy as I haven't really dated at all since the divorce was finalized. But to be honest, I haven't had many opportunities to meet any available women. I've just spent the last nine months in Tajikistan, a small ex-Soviet Union country in central Asia working as the chief project engineer on a hydro-electric dam in the middle of nowhere. About two hundred and fifty miles from a city of any size. But it was the best place to put the dam and so that's where we were building it. I have been traveling for the last two days. I left Tajikistan from Dashanbe Airport on Tajik Air. It was a rather modern plane and the flight wasn't all that bad. I flew into Kabul airport and thankfully only spent an hour before taking off on a Delta flight to Vienna. We took off from Vienna last night and were arriving in New York at 11:00 am local time. When we finally arrived at the gate, I got my carryon bag (that's all I ever take) and headed into the JFK terminal. I haven't been in New York in over two years. Although I was born, bred and buttered here, I've relocated to Chicago, a city I fell in love with before I got married. Jeannette was from Chicago and when we divorced I got an apartment in a co-op there. I think that I have spent all of two months there since the divorce. As I said, I travel a lot. I'm not sure why I keep the apartment. I guess that it if sort of an anchor. It gives me a sense of belonging, its home. Anyway the company pays the maintenance and keeps it clean. As I walked through the terminal toward the taxi stand, I called my Mother on my cell, she lives just north of the city. I wasn't going to stay there, I had reservations at a hotel in Manhattan and I intended to get to my hotel room and sleep for a day or two, as I didn't have to be in the office for another two or three days. The home office is in Chicago. She answered, "Georgie, I knew that you would be home for Christmas. I told everyone that you would be here and no one believed me." I laughed, "Mom, I told you that I would try to be here. You know that I can't make any promises." "Well you're here and that's all that matters. I will have Sharon pick you up around three. That will give you plenty of time to get settled in that hotel room, shower, shave and get dressed. You don't have to get all fancy just a pair of slacks and a jacket." "Mom, what are you talking about? All I'm going to do is shower and get into bed and sleep. I have been travelling for the last two days and I am going to bed. I will see you tomorrow." "George! (I knew that I was in trouble) Sharon will be picking you up at three and take you to Aunt Mildred's." I moaned, "Aunt Mildred's? Oh shit, its Christmas Eve isn't it..." "Yes George, its Christmas Eve. And you haven't been to Aunt Mildred's since...oh God...I don't know. I think that the last time you were there, you were still with Jeannette. So Sharon will pick you up and bring you there. I'm coming down with Uncle Milt, but he is staying with Barb and the kids tonight, so Sharon will be bringing me home. You can come too if you want, but you will have to sleep on the couch. Or you can get a cab and spent the night in that hotel." I had forgotten, it was Christmas Eve and this was the night that Aunt Mildred pulled out all of the stops. She had the whole family over, about a thousand friends and probably strangers that she met on the street that day. Everyone would be staying for dinner and dessert, etc. etc. etc. It was tradition and Mom would never go against tradition. Anyway Mildred was her favorite sister, they were twins and I think Mom looked forward to this all year. I was stuck...I had to go...I had no choice. Under my breath is mumbled, "Oh Christ." Then I said, "Okay Mom, I'll be ready when Sharon gets to the hotel." "I heard that...you had better clean up your act before you get to Mildred's. There will be children there, you know." "Yea, okay Mom, I'll be good, don't worry." "See that you are, Georgie. See you later. I love you, Georgie" And she hung up. My dream of having a drink and catching some Zs, evaporated like the morning dew. I was going to spend the night with relatives, answering questions about my life, why I do what I do, what happened between Jeanette and me...(she was such a nice girl,) why I haven't married again and a million other questions that were nobody's business. It wasn't going to be a fun time. Sharon is my older sister, she is married and has two children. He husband, Steven took off a couple of months ago. He said that he had to find himself, probably with another woman. She hasn't brought herself around to getting a separation from him. I think that she is hoping that he will come back and they will get together again. Who knows? I grabbed a cab and got to the Hilton in no time. I guess that the Christmas Eve traffic hadn't started or I was in the reverse commute. I checked into the hotel, picked up some things I had sent there and went to my room, showered, shaved and dressed. I took longer to get ready than I thought, because before I could pour myself a drink, Sharon called my cell to tell me that the three of them were waiting out in front of the hotel and I had better get down there as quick as possible, because she didn't want to get a parking ticket. Before I left Tajikistan, I had ordered a whole bunch of presents on line and had them delivered to the hotel so I was ready for Christmas. I went right down, threw a couple of big bags of presents in the trunk and got in the car. I got in the back seat because, "Uncle Georgie has to sit with me," my ten year old niece, Greta decreed. Anyway her brother Pete wasn't about to give up his shotgun seat. The trip out to Nassau County took quite a bit longer than the trip in from JFK. So I was able to hear all about my sister's life, with and without Stephen, my niece's life and my nephew, Pete's misdeeds (But it wasn't my fault), before we arrived at Aunt Mildred's. Aunt Mildred's was packed, Mom and Uncle Milt were already there and commented on how long it took us to get there. I had given up trying to explain anything years ago and just said, "Traffic." Even before I could get through being hugged and kissed by various relatives and friends, Uncle Milt grabbed me to have a "heart to heart." Mom looked and smiled. Obviously she and Uncle Milt had talked about this. He started to lead me into the den saying, "George, we have to talk." Just about the time Uncle Milt got me cornered, I heard a woman say, "Well Cuz, looks like you are trying to avoid me, are you?" I was spun around, hugged and she continued, "Come on we have a whole lot of catching up to do. You can have him later Unca Milt. Cause I got Georgie now." I was saved by my cousin Anne, Aunt Mildred's daughter. Anne is a little over a year older than me, a little younger than Sharon. She is a tall girl, she's not fat but rather pleasingly plump. She slims down when she has a significant other, but when they break up she puts on the pounds. But either way, I loved her. We were, as she says, Buddies. She's about five nine with reddish blonde hair. Her breasts are on the smallish side, but I tell her that they are perfect for her body and I truly think so. When we were young, she would complain that they were too small. I would vehemently disagree and she would argue with me. But, later she would ask, "Do you really think so?" And of course I would say yes, then she would smile and the subject would be dropped. We had become rather close when we were teenagers (actually that's when I fell in love with her). Sort of us against the family. We would sit together at all the family get-togethers and make fun of our relatives. When we were younger, it seemed that Anne always had a boyfriend. She was very popular in high school and college. She got engaged in her senior year of college and was to get married right after graduation. But it wasn't to be, her fiancé was killed in a car accident, shortly before the wedding. His death sort of destroyed Anne. For the first time, she put on weight and she just seemed to have given up on living. At the time I was a junior in college. I took it upon myself to get her out of her funk and spent my Christmas Vacation with her. I did my best trying to get her back to living. It sort of worked, I guess that I started the process and others finished it, because by the time I got home for the summer, she was back, sort of. She was never really the same, but she put up a good front. In the decade since then, her weight has been see sawing, thin when she has someone and heavy when she is alone, which lately seems to be most of the time. I have the impression that Anne never really gets serious with anyone anymore, she will be with them for a while and then find a reason to break up. She looked a bit on the heavy side now but I took her in my arms and hugged her. She whispered, "Saved you from a fate worse than death, didn't I?" "Owe you big time, Cuz." She was giggling as we walked back into the living room hand in hand. Anne said to everyone, "Look who I found. The prodigal son has returned and he is mine tonight. So if anyone wants to pry into his private life...too bad. Tonight he is just mine. Ya'll have to wait until next year." Sharon started to laugh and said, "Georgie baby, you owe Anne big time." Then she added, "Make sure you get paid, Anne." Anne giggled as she took me into the living room and we sat on the couch and talked. As usual Anne did most of the talking. Telling me about her work, travels and a bit of her love life, which was as she put it "Sorta on hold." I didn't mind sitting there listening, I really didn't feel like talking about anything. We weren't there too long because soon after sitting down we were called for dinner. Dinner was a wonderful event, the screaming and arguing, the throwing of food and that was at the adult table. I leaned over to Anne and in a stage whisper said, "Ya know, I almost wish that I had a kid, that way I could sit with the kids at their table and enjoy my meal." Anne giggled and said, "Well Cuz, if we started now, we could be sitting at the kids table next year, what do ya think?" I almost spit out my mouthful of potatoes and looked at Anne. She gave me the most innocent smile and said, "Just think, a peaceful dinner next Christmas Eve." I composed myself, swallowed and with a big grin said, "Don't think that one day of peace is worth three hundred and sixty four days of noisy dinners." She giggled, "Killjoy." I shook my head and laughed. Anne has a way of saying the most shocking things with such an innocent face that it makes you wonder if you heard her right. But, even though I have been hearing this stuff for so long and I know exactly what she's doing, it never ceases to surprise me for a moment. I then put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close and whispered to her, "One of these days, Annie, I'm gonna take you up on that, and then what are you going to do?" She just gave me a smug grin and said on a soft, breathless voice, "Probably have the best time of my life." I laughed and said, "Yea me too." She looked me in the eyes and said, "Ya think?" At that point Mom started in on me as to where I was going to spend the night. I told her that I had no intention of sleeping on the couch or in a sleeping bag on the floor at her place. I was going to go back to my hotel and get a good night's sleep, in a real bed. Anne jumped in and told Mom, "Don't worry Aunt Helen, I'll see that Georgie gets to the hotel safely and that he is tucked in his bed before Santa comes." Anne lives in Manhattan, she has a really nice condo apartment on the Upper East Side. It's expensive but she is a research Chemist for a big drug company and they pay her a damn good salary. She held up her glass and went on, "See I'm only drinking seltzer so I can safely drive." She turned to me and putting her hand on my cheek said, "You will be safe with me, Georgie." I smiled and in a whisper said, "Liar." She returned the smile and answered, "Come into my parlor." "Said the spider to the fly," I said with a grin. "I promise I won't bite...too hard." She said with that oh so innocent look. That's the way the rest of the evening went, talking to relatives and friends and making comments to each other under our breath. Finally, Sharon started to pack up the kids and Mom. Mom started in again about me staying at her place. Naturally, I declined and said that I would take the train up to her place sometime tomorrow. Then Anne said, "Tell you what Aunt Helen, if you invite me for dinner, I will bring our Georgie up to your place tomorrow." Mom beamed, "Oh Anne, would you? And of course you will stay for dinner. That will be wonderful, it'll be Sharon and the kids, Uncle Milt, Barb, Jack and their better halves and kids. You'll have a great time. Anyway your Mom will be at Debbie's with Mack and his family. It will probably be a lot more peaceful with us." I groaned peaceful? With that houseful, yea right. I shuttered thinking about the great time and I felt a little guilty about getting Anne involved in it. But then I thought, "Hell she was the one who asked to come to dinner, so it's all her own fault." As soon as Sharon and Mom left, Anne and I packed up her car and said our goodbyes. We drove back to Manhattan, making good time, as it was still a bit early. Anne asked if we could go to her place first and unload. Her Mom, sister and brother had given her a load of presents and it would be a lot easier for the two of us to take them from the garage to her apartment. She parked the car in the garage under her building, "Yea it was expensive to buy a space in the garage, but it's worth it. The parking around here is horrendous, and with the alternate side every weekday, it's a real pain." We got out all the presents and brought them upstairs in one trip. Some of the presents had been opened, but there were some that were still wrapped. I had one for Anne that I didn't tell her about. It was a lapis lazuli figurine of a young woman in long flowing robes holding a baby. I had it made in Dashanbe by the father of a friend I worked with on the dam. Dmitry is an engineer who works with the local government and we had become rather good friends. The workmanship was marvelous and the deep blue color matched Anne's eyes. It had been a bit expensive, but a lot cheaper than getting anything like it here in the states. I was told that in certain areas, the figurine is usually given to ones wife on learning that she is pregnant with their first child. I wasn't sure if I would tell that to Anne. At least not right away. I had seen one in Dmitry's home. He had his father make it for his wife, Nousafarin when she got pregnant. It was beautiful and I fell in love with it. They told me the history behind it and she told me that it was her most prized possession. Dmitry laughed and said, "I think that if it's a choice between saving me and the statuette, I'm lost." Nousafarin giggled and said, "Don't worry, my love, I would save you after I saved our son, the statue, my clothes..." She went through a laundry list of things that had to be saved first. I asked his father to make me one and told them that I would save it until I married and had a child. I had all intentions of giving it to Anne as soon as I .got home. We made it up to her apartment in one trip. I have to say that Anne has a fantastic apartment. It is on the thirty second floor of her building and overlooks the East River. As she was putting some of the things away, I put the present under her tree and then sat on the loveseat in her living room, it faces a large picture window. I can sit in that loveseat all night just looking out over the river. After a few minutes, some soft jazz came on and Anne sat down next to me. She held out a glass that had some amber liquid and ice cubes. I took the glass and smiled at her. She said, "You know that if I start drinking this, you will have to take the subway or a cab to the hotel. Or you could sleep on the day bed in the spare room." I smiled at her, clinked glasses and said, "Drink up, looks like it's the day bed tonight." "I was hoping that you would say that," she snickered. We both took a sip...well maybe it was a bit more than a sip, but then who's driving? It seemed that we went through that first glass rather quickly. She got up and made us another. When she sat down and handed it to me she was closer than she had been. I leaned over to her and said, "Are you trying to get me drunk so you can seduce me?" She snuggled into me, "Georgie, if I'm going to seduce you...I definitely don't want you drunk." I gave a small laugh and said, "Well if I'm going to be seduced, I definitely don't want to be drunk." I looked at her, lowered my face to hers and softly kissed her lips. She smiled at me, "Now, who's trying to seduce who?" "Does it matter?" I asked. "Not at all." Once again our lips met and what started as a soft loving kiss, quickly escalated into a fierce passionate open mouthed make out session. Our arms wrapped around each other, crushing our bodies together. Our tongues danced and wrestled, all the while exploring the other's mouth. Our lips parted and I continued to kiss her cheek and jaw. I moved to her neck and the shoulder. Anne was holding me close, making small mewling sounds. I was very slow and soft with my kissing, like I was savoring a delicious treat. She was delicious and I wanted to taste her whole body. She pulled a little away and put her forehead against mine. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Georgie, just hold me. Hold me like you love me. I need to be held...just make believe that you love me." I looked at her in the eyes and in a soft voice said, "I don't have to pretend that I love you, Anne." She gave a sound that sounded like a sob and said, "Do you really mean that, Georgie. Do you love me?" "Anne, I have loved you forever and I will love you forever, even when we loved others, I have loved you." "Oh Georgie, I almost believe you." Once again our lips joined, our tongues met and caressed. I pulled her into me and held her tight. My hands were running up and down her back as she was running her fingers through my hair. A Christmas Present When we broke the kiss, I again went for her neck, but this time my hand moved to her breast. She held it there with hers. I could feel her hardened nipple through the blouse and bra. I played with it and heard her moan. I moved my hand and started to unbutton her blouse. I slowly went from one button to another until her blouse was open and as I was going to push it off of her shoulders, she stood up. She held her hand out to me and said, "Georgie, please stay with me tonight, I don't want to be alone tonight." I stood up and took her in my arms and kissed her. Then I took her hand in mine and walked to her bedroom. We went in and I stopped next to her bed. I turned and took her in my arms and hugged her close. I whispered in her ear, "Just tell me and I will stay with you forever." Anne put her head on my shoulder and in a sobbing voice said, "Georgie, I love you more than anything." I pushed her blouse off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. When I looked at her I realized that she wasn't as heavy as I had thought. Her frumpy clothes made her look bigger that she actually was. She was not skinny by any means but she wasn't fat at all. I thought that she was beautiful. Anne was unbuttoning my shirt and in a few moments it joined her blouse on the floor. She then unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She pushed them over my hips and they puddled at my feet. At the same time I was unzipping her skirt and pushed it to the floor. We stood there, me in my briefs and Anne in her bra and panties. She sat on the bed and then laid back. She held her arms out to me and I went to her. We wrapped our arms around each other and our lips met. My tongue pushed into her welcoming mouth and caressed hers. I reached around for the back strap of her bra and unhooked it. I moved away from her and slowly slipped it down her arms and off. Her breasts were beautiful, a little more than a handful, a bit bigger than I had thought. They were topped by lovely pedal pink areolas about the size of a silver dollar with erect nipples as big as my little finger. I lowered my head, kissed each nipple and then sucked one into my mouth. Anne moaned as she held my head to the chest. Her hands moved down my body and she took the waist band of my briefs and pushed then down over my hips. I finished taking them off and then slipped her panties off of her body. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, put her arms around my neck and mashed her lips to mine. I returned the kiss as I settled between her out stretched legs. I had one hand on her breast and my other was fondling the pedals of her labia. Anne had one hand around my neck and the other was stroking my erect penis. Her hand was soft and I was in heaven. I shifted and Anne guided my dick into her soft, wet, snug vagina. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. She was tight and hot, her pussy encased my dick like a silken glove. I slowly pushed into her, until our hips were pressing together. Anne looked at me and smiled, "Oh God, Love me Georgie, love me." I began to move my hips back slipping my dick out of her and pushed it back in when only the head was still in her. I kept this up for a while, pushing in and withdrawing. This started the lovers waltz, the dance of love, the horizontal tango. What started out slow and loving, soon escalated into a wild passionate rutting. We danced, slamming our hips together in a wild, erotic mating ritual. We fucked hard. This is what we both wanted, what we both needed. We had been building up to this for years. The teasing, the flirting, the toying with each other, finally culminated in this outburst of a fantastic sexual union. Anne lifted her legs and encircled my thighs, locking me into her. She held me so tight that I thought she was trying to crush me. I was trying to pound her into the bed, slamming my dick as far into her as possible. She moaned and groaned, Anne is not a screamer, but she is not silent. Her body stiffened and her back arched as she began to orgasm. Her tight cunt clamped around my cock and she tightened her legs around my hips. She shook and trembled as she climaxed. This was just too much for me and with one final plunge, I erupted into her. My dick spewed my essence deep into my sweet cousin's womb. I came for the first time in weeks. For the first in over a year and a half time I was loving a woman and that woman was Anne. We seemed to cum forever, my balls were empting into her. I filled her vagina with my hot cream until it ran between our bodies and pooled on the sheet beneath us. I laid on top of her panting and trying to catch my breath. She didn't move, she kept her legs locked around me like she never wanted me to pull out. Anne was breathing hard and deep. Her eyes were closed and when she opened them she smiled up at me. "Georgie, I can't tell how long I have wanted this. To have you in me. To be loving you and have you loving me." I returned her smile and whispered, "Annie, I have always wanted you. I realized that I loved you the night that we got into your Mother's sherry and ended up on the couch making out. We couldn't have been more than...what... fifteen or sixteen." She giggled, "I tried to act so scandalized...kissing my cousin, the truth is I loved it and I didn't want to stop but I was afraid what would happen if anyone found out." "I wish that we had done this years ago, Anne. I was afraid that you would hate me if I tried anything." "Well Cuz, I guess that we have a lot of catching up to do, have to make up for lost time...and all that. Tell you what, why don't we go to your hotel in the morning and you can check out and stay here. My lab is closed between Christmas and New Years so I have the whole week off. I think that maybe I'll even let you out of bed every once in a while." I took her in my arms and kissed her. "That's a great idea. But I have to get back to Chicago on the twenty seventh...Hey, if you have the whole week off, why don't you come to Chicago with me and we will ring in the New Year together." Anne nuzzled her face into my chest and giggled, "And I can think of a great way to ring in the New Year." "Me too." I said as I closed my eyes. The next thing I knew I awoke up and it was dark. There was a warm body snuggled up next to me and I smiled. I lay there listening to Anne's deep even breaths and I felt better than I have in a very long time. I was happy laying here in my sweet Anne's arms. I closed my eyes and was soon lost in a deep dreamless sleep. When I woke up again the sun was beginning to come up, someone was kissing my face and there was the aroma of strong coffee. I opened my eyes and smiled. Anne's face was just inches from mine and she was giving me butterfly kissed all over my face. She moved back a little and reached over, took a cup of coffee from the night table and handed it to me. "Merry Christmas my sweet cuz, as I remember, you are a beast before you get your coffee in the morning," she said. I gave her a big smile as I sat up and took the cup. "Roar," I said and then I took a sip of the strong coffee. I gave her another smile and said, "Meow and a Merry Christmas to you, my love." She laughed and lightly kissed me. "I have tamed the wild beast," she giggled as she handed me a navy blue robe. I stood and put the robe on and walked to the bathroom sipping the coffee. "There's a toothbrush for you on the sink," she called to me as I went to wash up. After cleaning my teeth and washing my face, I went out to the kitchen. Anne was standing by the stove cooking some eggs and sausage. I went over to her and put my arms around her and started to kiss her neck and shoulders. She playfully pushed me away and said, "You better stop, or you won't be getting any breakfast." I didn't stop, I brought my hands up and began to fondle her breasts as I continued to kiss her. "I'm not worried about eggs and sausage, I can think of something I would much rather eat." She leaned back into me and said, "I have a feeling that I would like you to eat that too, but we better have some real food if you want to keep up your strength. I don't want you passing out in your Mother's living room. What would she think?" I let her go and we sat and had a wonderful breakfast. After cleaning up Anne took some things out of the clothes drier. She had put in a load of laundry in the washer, which included my socks, under ware and shirt. When she gave me the clean clothes she said, "We had better take a shower. We worked up a bit of a sweat last night and what kind of a cousin would I be if I let you go to your Mother's smelling funky?" "Sounds like an idea," I said as I went into the shower. I turned on the water and waited until it warmed. I got in and it felt great. She had three shower heads and the water come at you from all angles. I stood under the hot spray with my eyes closed, just enjoying the heat and needle sharp spray. A few moments later I heard the shower door open and two hands ran up my back and around to my chest. One hand caressed my chest and the other took my dick and started to stroke it. I became hard in an instant. I turned in Ann's arms and brought my lips to hers. We kissed for a long time as we pressed our naked bodies together. My hands explored her back from her shoulders to her tight ass. Then I brought one hand down and moved it between her legs. She spread them a bit to grant me access to her luscious nether lips. I began to stroke them and slipped a finger into her hot wet love tunnel. Anne moaned as she fondled my erect dick. She pushed it down a bit and guided it between her legs. She brought one of her legs up and put it around my hips. I grabbed her thigh and lifted it. Anne then guided my dick into her vagina and I pushed. I had her back against the wall of the shower stall and I put my hand on the underside of her other thigh and lifted her up. She now had me enwrapped in her legs and I began to pound her pussy. I can't begin to describe the feeling of having my dick encased in her wonderfully tight hot sheath. I don't ever remember having such pleasure and joy with any other woman. Anne had become my soul mate. I didn't want anyone else, only Anne. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She was everything to me...I had fallen in love with Anne, all over again. Anne was kissing me all over my face and neck. She was moaning and telling me that she loved me. I held her tight as I pistoned my dick in and out of her. I told her that I wanted to be with her for all of eternity. She then tightened her legs around me and let out with a high pitched whine. Her vagina closed up on my cock and she mashed her lips to mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked it as her pussy sucked on my dick. I just kept pumping my cock into her as she went from one orgasm to another. She moaned and groaned as she pushed her hips into mine. He moans kept getting louder and louder as the pleasure washed over her just like the hot needle streams of water washed over both of us. I didn't stop...I couldn't stop, all I wanted to do was love her like this. Then she let out with a loud whine as she began to shake uncontrollably. I gave one last push, shoving my dick as far into her as it could possibly go, I believe that it could have gone through her cervix directly into her womb. I gave out with a loud groan and it seemed that I the released all the semen that was in me. Anne grabbed my head and held my face to hers as our kiss went on and on. I filled her with my hot potent cream and it seemed that her body wanted more. Not a drop escaped. We slowly slipped down to the floor of the shower. She was sitting on my thighs as I sat on the floor. We just sat there on the floor and held each other. I kissed her face. She smiled at me and I looked into her eyes and said, "Anne, I don't want to leave you. I want to be with you forever." Anne smiled at me and said, "Is this your way of asking me to marry you?" "Do you really have to ask that? Of course I'm asking you to marry...but I don't think that cousins can marry." I looked into her eyes and in a very soft voice, I said, "But I don't care. I'm sure that somewhere in this world cousins can marry, and I will find that place. My love...my Anne, will you marry me...will you be my wife. I want to be with you forever." She hugged me to her and in a sobbing voice she answered, "Georgie, I have dreamed of hearing those words for years but I never thought that I would. Yes my love, yes I'll marry you." We kissed lips mashing and tongues making love in our mouths. The kiss went on forever as we sat there on the floor of the shower we once again made love, kept warm by the needle like streams of hot water that was washing over us. We eventually got up, turned the water off and got out of the shower. We dried each other and dressed. The first thing we did was to go downtown and have me check out of my hotel. We then went back to Anne's and I changed into something different to wear to my Mother's place. We left for Mom's around eleven thirty, Anne had me drive as I knew the way. "God, I haven't been to your mother's in years. I don't think that I could find it, even with you giving me directions." As we went Anne got serious and in a quiet voice said, "Georgie, I don't think that we should say anything to anyone about us, at least not right now. I think that this is going to cause quite a ruckus and I think that we should tell both mothers at the same time. That way we will get all of the grief over at one time." I gave a bit of a laugh and said, "I think that's a good idea. Anyway we wouldn't want to tell one of them before the other, because you know the one that we tell first will have the other one on the phone in an instant." Anne leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder and just sighed. We made good time as the traffic was rather light. We arrived at Mom's about twenty minutes earlier than we said we would. As we walked in the door Sharon started to giggle and so did Mom, Uncle Milt just gave me a half smile. I had no idea what was going on, but figured that Sharon would tell me sooner or later. Greta, Pete and Barb and Jack's kids were screaming that now that we finally arrived, could we please start to open the rest of the Christmas presents. "God, Uncle George, we had to wait forever for you and Cousin Anne to get here." We all sat around the tree and Mom handed out the presents. She had one for Anne. She had brought it last night to Aunt Mildred's but brought it home when it was decided that Anne would be coming to Mom's After we had all of the presents open, we moved to the couch and I leaned over to Anne and whispered, "I didn't give you the present I have for you. You can open it when we get back tonight." Ann smiled and said, "Do you mean that I get even more presents from you? I was hoping for more of those presents tonight. Anyway, I have something for you too." I gave her a sneer and said, "Oh I have all intentions of giving you more of that, but only after you unwrap the one I got you for Christmas." Sharon and Barb came back into the living room, plopped down on the couch Sharon next to me and Barb next to Anne. Sharon said, "Okay...okay, no secrets in this house, right Barb? Out with it...tell us what all the whispering was about." Barb added, "You two better tell us, because you know we will get it out of you eventually, don't make us work for it." "I just told Anne that I have a present for her at her apartment and that she can open it up when she gets back tonight." As I was saying that Anne got up and went to the kitchen to see if she could help Mom with dinner. As she walked away, she said, "And I have a present for Georgie." Sharon giggled, "Yea, I'll bet you have presents for each other," and then she handed me a ten dollar bill. I looked at her questioningly and she laughed. "Mom and Uncle Milt bet me that you would come here in the same clothes that you had on at Aunt Millie's. Of course I had to take the bet. I knew that even if you did stay with Anne last night you would have gone to the hotel and changed. You're no dummy." She sat there looking at me for a few moments and then said, "Well?" I looked at her like I had no idea what she was talking about and said, "Well what?" She gave me a sigh and said, "Okay, if you don't want to say anything...that's okay with us. You don't have to tell us anything. Does he Barb?" Barb gave an exaggerated sigh and said, "No Georgie, You don't have to tell us anything." I smiled, "Good, I'm glad you both feel that way." "Damn you, George," both she and Barb laughed, but nothing else was said. Sharon and I have been splitting our winnings from Mom and Uncle Milt for years. He is my father's older brother and after Dad died, Uncle Milt and his kids became a permanent fixture at our house and us at theirs. He had been widowed long before Dad died. Sharon and Barb are the same age and are closer than sisters. They always hung out together, double dated and were each other's Maid of Honor. Uncle Milt's son Jack is the oldest about seven years older than me and although we are close, it's nothing like Sharon and Barb. Uncle Milt and Mom are always betting about little things, like me changing or not changing my clothes. It will be "I bet ya ten bucks that ..." They will both pay if they lose but they expect to be paid if they win. Sharon and I have been splitting our winnings and loses since this started. I know for a fact that Mom and Uncle Milt are lovers and probably have been for years. Shortly after I had gotten my job and moved to Chicago, I came to New York on business and went home for a visit. As it had been early afternoon, I thought that I would have the house to myself. I didn't ring the bell, I just let myself in and was going up to my bedroom (Mom kept it like I had it before I moved out. She kept Sharon's too), I heard something coming from down the hall. I walked down to Mom's room, the door was wide open and when I looked in I was shocked to see Uncle Milt on top of Mom pounding his dick into her. She was moaning his name and had her legs wrapped around his ass. They were going at hot and heavy. I seemed to be frozen there, I couldn't bring myself to stop watching the erotic scene in front of me. Then Mom started to get loud saying, "Milt...oh Milt...oh my God, don't stop...oh God Milt I love you. I love you so much." He was responding to her, "Helen...Helen, I love you. Oh God how I love you." And he stiffened as he started to shoot his hot cum deep into my Mother's demanding womb. Mom pulled him down and laid a lip lock on him like I couldn't believe my Mother was capable of doing. (It's a son's right, in thinking that his Mother is virginal, even after watching her get royally fucked.) I then realized that I had better get the hell out of there and I quickly and quietly went back down the stairs and out the front door. I went for a walk around the neighborhood. I thought about what I had just seen and realized I wasn't upset. They were both alone and if they could bring happiness to each other then so be it. I was actually happy for them. I went back to the house about a half hour later and when I opened the door, Uncle Milt came out of the kitchen saying, "Whose there? Oh Georgie, When did you get in?" I smiled and said, "Just in for the day, so I thought that I would stop in and spend some time with Mom. But I didn't realize that anyone was home, so I didn't ring the bell." He smiled and said, "It's okay, it's only us here, so come on in, Helen is in the kitchen." Then he yelled, "Helen look who's here." Mom met me at the doorway and hugged me. "Georgie, when did you get in?" "Just arrived, came in for the day and wanted to see my Mommy and take her out to dinner, you want to come Uncle Milt?" I said as I gave her a big hug. A Christmas Present He gave Mom a smile and said, "Naw, I think that I will let you have a quiet intimate dinner with your Mother. Anyway I gotta be goin. Maybe I'll see you sometime later in the week, Helen. Good seeing you, Georgie, have a good time tonight and a good flight back." Since then, I have never gotten even a hint that there might be something between them. I haven't told anyone about that day, not even Sharon. She's said that it's too bad that they don't get together, as she thinks that they would make a wonderful couple. It's tough but I haven't said anything to that. Dinner was a lot of fun, but definitely not peaceful. There were fourteen of us around the dining room table. Mom doesn't believe in kid's tables. "Anyway, there's enough room for all of us around the table, isn't there Milt." "Absolutely Helen, more than enough." And I must say there is...as long as you don't mind being poked by elbows during dinner. But its family and as I said it's fun. After dinner, we all sat around and talked. I was questioned about the work I was doing and whether it was dangerous and what about the country, is it safe, there had been a civil war a couple of years ago wasn't there and a thousand other questions. Of course, I told them that everything was just fine and there was no turmoil, which was more or less the truth. They, well Mom and Uncle Milt, started to question me about my love life. Barb told them to stop, "You can't expect Georgie to tell us anything about that, Anne would get so jealous." Anne started to choke and I said, "Damn Barb, stop will ya." Uncle Milt got a bit stern and said, "Well they better not get too serious, their cousins and they can't possibly get married." Jack, ever the lawyer interjected with, "Well that's not correct Dad. First cousins can get married in a number states and most, if not all the other states will recognize those marriages." "Damn you Jack, you always have to be the lawyer, don't cha?" "Dad that's because I am a lawyer, remember all the complaining you did when I went to Law School?" We all laughed, this goes on all of the time, Uncle Milt says something and Jack will correct him, with all the authority that goes with the law, or the bull shit when the law isn't with him. We started packing up around eight thirty and started back to the city a little before nine. There was a bit more traffic than we had when we came up, but it wasn't too bad. We got to Anne's around ten thirty. We went up to her apartment and as she was putting some stuff away, I went into the bedroom and changed into sweat pants, a sweat shirt and a pair of slippers. I went to her bar, made two bourbons on the rocks and sat on the love seat. The only lights in the room were the lights on the tree. It gave a dim warm feeling to the room. Anne joined me, she was in her robe and we toasted. We sat there on the love seat cuddling, giving each other light kisses and sipping our drinks, not talking just enjoying the view and each other's closeness. When Anne got up to make another drink, I went to the Christmas tree and got the present that I had for her. She came back in handed me my drink and sat down close to me. I handed her the present and then she handed me a box wrapped with Christmas Paper. We both ripped off the paper and opened the boxes. She gasped as she took out the figurine and turned to me and said, "Oh George, it's beautiful, but tell me is this what you see in my future?" I smiled at her and said, "Well traditionally, it's given by a husband to his wife when he learns that she is pregnant. I just think that it's beautiful and when I first saw one, I knew that I wanted one for you, so I had one made." "You had it made?" "Yea, it was hand made by the father of a friend of mine. He does beautiful work, doesn't he?" "You mean that this is handmade?" I just nodded. She looked at me in surprise and said, "My god, this must have cost a fortune." I smiled, "You're worth it." Anne wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. When we broke apart, she rested her head on my chest and in a soft voice said, "Tell me are you going to try to keep with tradition." "I think that I may have jumped the gun," I laughed. Anne just gave me a little laugh. Then I opened the box she gave me. It was a Movado watch, I took it out of the box. I took off the old Timex Expedition that I had been wearing. It was a good watch, it has held up for all of the time I was in Tajikistan. I have to say that I'm hard on watches. Working in the field, I have smashed them, had then crushed and incased in concrete in the foundation of buildings. That's why I don't buy expensive watches. But this watch was beautiful and I'm sure it cost her an arm and a leg. I put it on and Anne put her head on my shoulder and said, "I always see you wearing those iron man type watches, even when you are dressed up. I think that you should have something fancy." I put my hand behind her head and pulled her head to me and kissed her lips. She responded opening her mouth and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I found her tongue with mine and caressed it. We then cuddled on the love seat, sipping our drinks and talking. Then I asked Anne what time she wanted to get up. I didn't get an answer I looked over at her and saw that she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I laughed to myself and just pulled her into me. I took my time finishing my drink, then I picked her up and carried her into bed. She mumbled goodnight and was asleep again as soon as her head hit the pillow. I cuddled into her, putting my arms around her and closed my eyes and joined her in dreamland. When I next opened my eyes the sun was just coming up. I slowly and quietly got out of bed and went into the bath room and washed up. Then into the kitchen to make coffee. When the coffee was made I poured two cups and brought them into Anne's bedroom. I put the cups on the night table and then stood there looking at Anne's sleeping form. She was so beautiful, laying there. Her hair spread out over the pillow, looking like a halo around her head. I sat on the bed and started to kiss her neck. In a few moments she smiled, keeping her eyes closed but she lifted her head, exposing more of her neck to my lips. Naturally, I took advantage and spread my kisses all over her neck. I slowly made my way down to the chest and slipping the straps of her nightgown off of her shoulders, I moved to her breasts. They were fantastic, I sucked them, moving from one to the other. Kissing, sucking and nibbling on her stiffened nipples. She had her hands on the back of my head holding me to her and moaning how I made her feel so wonderful. I slowly left her breasts and kissed my way down her chest and to her stomach. I kissed and licked her belly button. It was a cute innie and I licked it and sucked on it. I left that and moved to the top of her kinky reddish pubic triangle. Her aroma was what I dreamed it would be. A bouquet of the most wonderful kind. I breathed in deeply, delighting in her sexuality. I spread hr legs and lowered my head and kissed her wet nether lips. Anne gasped and then gave out a groan, "Georgie, what are you doing to me?" I didn't answer, I just began to lick and suck up her flowing nectar. She tasted as good as she smelled and I wanted to eat all of her. Anne just lay there with her hands on the back of my head. She started to moan as I licked her weeping lips. I sucked up her wetness and pushed my tongue into her as far as I could go. After licking those succulent lips and pedals, I moved up just a little and found that magical button. Anne gasped as I caressed it with my tongue. It wasn't very large but I was able to get it between my lips and I sucked it into my mouth. I teased it with my tongue and lightly nibbled. Anne was writhing under my onslaught and she was getting louder and louder. Her hands were pushing my head into her crotch and I had to push away in order to get my breath, but once taking in air I went back to that luscious delight between her thighs. I slipped a finger into her slit as I continued to savor her clit. By now Anne was writhing on the bed. Calling my name, telling me to love her forever and never stop. I didn't need her to tell me that as I had no intention of ever stopping. I was going to love her for the rest of my life...and then some. Anne let out with a scream, "Oh god, Georgie, oh god." She grabbed my head and pushed it into her groin. She arched her back as her whole body stiffened. She was gasping for breath. It was like she came with a vengeance, experiencing one orgasm after another, until she seemed to melt into the mattress. I lifted my head and looked at her. She was laying there, eyes closed with a small smile on her face. I moved up and took her in my arms. She snuggled into me, breathing deep and purring like a kitten. After a while I heard the soft even breaths of sleep and I very carefully got out of the bed and went into the kitchen. I took the two cups of coffee that were now cold. I dumped them and refilled mine. I sat at the table sipping the strong brew for a short while and got on my laptop and made reservations for a flight to Chicago for this evening. I then did some research. I heard movement in the bedroom and figured that Anne was up. I started breakfast pancakes and sausage. She came up behind me and put her arms around my waist. She started to kiss my neck as her hand slipped into my sweatpants and took hold on my stiffening dick. I turned in her arms, laughed and said, "If you keep that up breakfast will be ashes and I really want to keep your strength up. Can't have you pooping out on me later." She didn't stop, "What do you have planned for me, the rest of the day?" "First, we have something to eat, then we go to City Hall and get a marriage license, we can get married in New York. Then we go to the airport and fly to Chicago." Anne looked at me incredulously and said, "Marriage License?" "You did say that you wanted to marry me. I think the sooner the better. We can wait until after the wedding to tell our mothers or we can invite them. What do you want do?" She just stood there with her mouth agape. It looked like she was trying to say something, but nothing would come out. Then I smiled and said in a very soft voice, "Anne, I know that this is a bit abrupt, but I am going to have to go back to Tajikistan in a couple of weeks. And I may be there for a couple of months, we could wait until I get back...whatever you want." She threw her arms around me and mashed her lips into mine. I held her tight and responded to her kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth and taking hers into mine. When we parted I could see tears in her eyes. "You are serious, aren't you?" she asked. I leaned into her and lightly kissed her nose and said, "I have never been more serious about anything in my life. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. No one else, only you." She put her head on my chest and held me tight. I could feel her weeping as I kissed her forehead. "Anne, I love you. But if you want to wait a while...maybe until I get back from Tajikistan, that'll be okay too," I whispered. She slowly lifted her head. She gave me a smile and said, "Are we going to bring our bags to the Clerk's office?" I grabbed her under the arms, lifted her up and spun her around. Then I put her down and kissed her long and hard. I quickly pulled away from her. My sudden movement startled her and she stammered, "Wha...What..." I quickly went to the stove and turned the pancakes. They were a bit dark but not burned. Anne started to giggle, "I guess we should eat. Getting a marriage license takes a lot out of you. By the way, do we have to get a learners permit first?" "We can get the license and then practice to make sure that we pass the test, we have to wait twenty four hours, you know," I said. She came over to me, started to rub my dick and said, "We can get a lot of practice in while we are in Chicago." We had breakfast and Anne packed a small bag. We were in a cab going downtown within 45 minutes. When we got to the Clerk's office, we discovered that we couldn't get the license. Although I had my passport, I needed my birth certificate and I also needed the final decree of divorce. We just shrugged and decided that we could get the license when we came back from Chicago. We would decide what to do about our families during the 24 hours we had to wait. We got another cab and were off to JFK. Our flight was on time and was uneventful. We landed at O'Hare and took the El to the loop. I live just east of the loop in a large co-op, on the fortieth floor. It overlooks Lake Michigan, it was unbelievably expensive when I bought it, but it has appreciated quite a bit since I bought it, so I guess that I've made out okay. The doorman actually remembered me, so there was no problem in getting to the apartment. It's funny but I always seem surprised to see just how big the apartment is. I have three bedrooms, a huge living room and a dining room. The kitchen is to die for...that is if you like to cook and there's a balcony off of the living room. This was the first time Anne saw it and she was astounded. "You've been holding our on me, haven't you?" she said with awe in her voice. I laughed and said, "You have been in this place as much as I have in the last year. For as nice as it is, I don't spend much time here. I keep promising myself that I am going to...but it never happens." Anne came over to me and put her arms around me, laid her head on my shoulder and said in a small voice, "Well we will be here for a while now. We can get to know it a little better." I hugged her into me and laughed. I nuzzled my face into her neck and kissed it. I lifted my face as my grandfather clocked chimed once. It was six-thirty and we hadn't eaten since we had breakfast in New York. I called down to a small restaurant that I used to frequent and was able to get reservations for seven thirty. We unpacked and I called Carl, to let him know that I was in town. He asked if I could come into the office tomorrow as there were a few things he wanted to talk about. There was something that I wanted to talk about too. I told him that I would be in around 9:00 am. He said that there was no hurry and ten thirty would be early enough. We went down and walked around the block to the restaurant. We had a wonderful meal and talking and giggling. We decided that as I would be going into the office in the morning we could do some sightseeing in the afternoon. Anne had only been in Chicago once for a meeting and hadn't gotten the chance to really visit the city. We walked along Michigan Avenue by Millennium Park, past the fountains and the Egg. We really didn't go over to them as we would visit them in the next few days. After having some ice cream at Baskin Robins we headed back to the apartment. When we got there, we changed into our robes and slippers. I came out into the living room and made us drinks. We cuddled on the couch and sipped on the drinks. As we sat there looking over the lake, I pulled her into me and brought my lips to hers. Her mouth opened and her tongue met mine and they danced and caressed. Our arms were around each other crushing our bodies together. I moved my hand around and began to fondle her breast through the robe. Anne pulled her robe open and pushed my hand inside it. I smiled as I took her naked breast and began to knead it. Then I pushed the robe off of her shoulders and I began to kiss her shoulders as the robe fell away. Anne lay back on the couch and I untied the belt and opened her robe. I bent over and kissed her left nipple and then sucked it into my mouth. She put her hands on the back of my head and held me, telling how wonderful I make her feel. I started to move from one breast to the other and then slowly made my way lower and lower on her body. Anne spread her legs as I kissed my way across her chest and stomach. Finally reaching my goal, the treasure chest of pleasure and erotic delight, I breathed in the bouquet of her sexual excitement and was once again transported to that place of joy and rapture. I kissed her sweet nether lips and tasted her nectar. I began to lick the free flowing juice and savored the aromatic flavor of my love. As I drank at her fountain, Anne began to moan and she put her hands on the back of my head, holding me to her. Soon she started to get louder and louder as I licked and ministered to her clit. In no time Anne was going into her first climax. She was moaning and writhing under my onslaught. I was in heaven loving and drinking up her juices as she went through orgasm after orgasm. Finally, she grabbed my head and pulled me up her body and mashed her lips into mine. Her tongue attached my mouth as her hand grabbed my rock hard dick. She guided me into her hot wet love tunnel and I rammed it into her with a force that surprised me. Anne gasped and wrapped her legs around me and started to gyrate her hips, fucking me hard and lustfully. I began to pound into her like a jackhammer. This was fucking...rutting in its most basic form. We just wanted to reach that pinnacle of pleasure and nothing was going to stop us. We loved, we fucked, we mated. She was holding onto me like I was a lifesaver. She tightened her legs around me and her whole body stiffened as she went into an orgasm. Her vagina tightened and that threw me over the line. I rammed my cock as far into her as possible and my dick exploded. I shot rope after rope of my sperm laden semen into her awaiting, hungry womb. I filled her and still kept shooting. It was like my balls were squeezing every last drop of my essence out and sending them into Anne's body. We finally came to rest and just lay there on the couch, trying to catch our breath. I looked down at her and she smiled at me. I lowered my face to hers and softly kissed her lips. She returned the kiss in a like manner. I got up off of the couch and gave her my hand. She got up and we walked hand in hand into the bedroom. We got into bed and cuddled into each other and soon were both fast asleep. I woke when I felt the bed move. Anne was getting up and walking to the bathroom. I watched her walk and admired how her ass swayed as she walked. I gave a wolf whistle, she turned around, gave me a sexy wink and smiled. I got out of bed and followed her. She was brushing her teeth and I followed suit. She then turned on the shower and got in. I again followed her and had an absolutely wonderful time washing and loving my Anne. We finished up and dressed and walked to my office. The place was deserted, Carl was there to welcome us and was thrilled to meet Anne. I introduced her as Anne Watson, my fiancée. Carl was surprised and wondered aloud when I have had the time to meet and woo such a lovely woman. Anne told him that we have known each other for years and she was finally able to convince me that she was just too good of a catch to pass up. Carl roared and said that he wished us all of the happiness and luck in the world. We then spend about an hour discussing the project and how the rest of the work was going to go. He told me that the Tajikistanis are thrilled with you and the way the Dam is going. They want you back and finished with the work as soon as possible. Then he said, "I told them that you needed a couple of weeks off and although they were not happy they understood. So if you are getting hitched like you said, I can give you a week or so for a honey moon. Tell me how long do you think that it will take to finish up?" I thought and said, "Probably a month or two...maybe three at the most. That is barring any unforeseen problems." A Christmas Present He gave a slight grimace and said, "Well do your best and get back here as soon as possible." I gave a small laugh and said, "You bet your ass I will, Boss. I have all intentions of getting back as soon as I can." Anne and I said our goodbyes and left. We spent the rest of the day exploring all of the sights of Chicago that time permitted. We got back to the apartment after a lovely dinner at a great bar-b-que place. I don't remember feeling this great in years...in fact I don't remember ever feeling this great. Here I was, in my home with the woman I have loved for more years than I can remember and having her love me. This was heaven and I was not going to lose it. That night as we laid in bed, arms around each other, after a fantastic love making Anne said to me, "Why don't we get married here in Chicago? I have my birth certificate and my passport as well as all of the identification they could ask for. Then we could go home and the deed would be done and everyone would just have to live with it." I smiled to myself and said, "We could, but we would have to wait a little longer than we will have to in New York." Anne looked at me like I was nuts and said, "Well so what if we have to wait a little longer. Are you that impatient?" I smiled at her and said, "Yea I am. You see we would have to wait until I was at least 65, before we could get married." Anne's eyes became big and then she laughed and said, "I see your point...lets go back to New York. Anyway then we can have the whole family there...oh God...can you imagine that?" I hugged her tight and said, "Well unless they disown us, we are going to have to live with it." She just lay there in my arms with her arms around me and sighed. She closed her eyes and in a few moments I heard the soft even breathing of sleep. I closed my eyes and joined my love in dreamland. The next morning we were up before the sun was up. We sort of quickly showered...making love along the way, dressed and were at O'Hare for the first flight of the day to New York. We went from JFK to City Hall and the Clerk's office and had the marriage license in our hands within a half hour. We then went to Anne's place. We ate dinner had a drink and went to bed and made love all night long. We were going to get married in a day or two. We would be man and wife, spouses, a couple, joined in the union of marriage. We would be married. We spent the next day in each other's arms, loving and just holding each other. Around three in the afternoon, Anne called her mother and then my mother and told them to be at her apartment at her place at ten thirty. The mothers said okay and nothing more. We were up at five and waited. Ten, ten thirty, eleven passed and nothing. Then at eleven thirty Carlton, the Doorman called and said the Anne's Mother and "Others" were here and should he let them up? Anne said, "Send them up," and we waited. Soon there was a knock on the door and we opened it. There stood, Aunt Milly, Mom, Uncle Milt, who we expected but Sharon, Greta, Pete, Barb, Jack, Bart and all of the spouses and probably a lot of others who might have been related. Mom and Aunt Millie stood in the middle of the living room and said, "Okay we are here...what's so important that you have to tell us. I looked at Anne and she looked at me and we both laughed...big surprise huh? I stepped forward and in a rather loud voice said, "Anne and I are going to City Hall tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock and we are going to be married. If you want to Join us and celebrate our marriage...you are welcome." At the point Uncle Milt shouted, "What I tell you Helen? We were right...ain't that right Milly? We all said that they would finally get it together. All I can say is I'm glad that they are going to do it legally." Then he turned to Jack and said, "I know...and I told Helen here and Milly that they could get married here in New York...and I didn't even need you to tell me that." He was looking straight at Jack. Jack just laughed and said, "Dad, I never checked into that. But I know that if you say it's okay, then it is." Mom was smiling and Aunt Milly said, "I guess that it's about time. Seeing how you two have been fawning over each other all these years. I guess it was meant to be." Then Mom actually spoke up. "I knew that something was going to happen with the two of you. And I will say, I'm happy that you two are finally together." I was flabbergasted. I had no idea that anyone knew how I felt about Anne. I turned to her and said, "I guess that our wedding will be a bit bigger than we expected." She whispered, "Oh God, Georgie...what are we going to do?" I laughed, "Just go with it." Aunt Milly said, "Wait, we have to have something, breakfast...brunch...linch...well something." Jack laughed and said, "Don't worry. I know just the place. We can have everyone there and it will be great." Jack then turned to me and said, "Bet you didn't think that something like this would happen, did you? Well too bad your wedding is going to be a gala." He roared and the all the others joined him. Everyone came over to us laughing and congratulated us, wishing us the best of luck, etc, etc, etc. Then the ultimate happened...Mom and Aunt Milly insisted that I go home with Sharon. The Groom can't see the bride before the wedding. I actually started to argue and then I looked over at Anne. She was laughing and shaking her head. At that point, I knew that I had lost. I went home with Sharon. It was late when we got there and after Greta and Pete were safely tucked away, my big sister and I sat with a very large bourbon and talked. It was mostly about her and Steven and his leaving. She didn't think that another woman was involved and I didn't say anything. We also talked about me and Anne. After our second drink, she was giggling and continued that way as the time passed and when we went to bed. As I got to the guest room she came over and put her arms around me and giggled, "Georgie, I hope that you and Anne are the two happiest people in the world. You both deserve it." I hugged her tight and said, "Thanks, and I'm sure that Steven is just out there finding himself and will be back soon." Then I kissed her on the cheek and went into bed. So okay, I lied, so what. I was up early the next morning, I went down to the kitchen and made some coffee. Sharon was down about a half hour later and we sat and drank the coffee. We talked about nothing and everything until Pete came running down the stairs, being chased by his sister. He had gotten her up, because Uncle George is getting married. Greta could have cared, she didn't want to be woken up, especially by her brother. They settled down and we all had breakfast. Then back up to get dressed. Pete wasn't happy the he had to wear fancy clothes on vacation, "It's not fair." Greta laughed at him. We left with plenty of time to get through the Holland Tunnel. Surprisingly, there was very little traffic and we sailed through. We were at city hall about a half hour early. We just sat on a bench and waited. I have no idea when Anne and the others arrived, don't know if she was on time or late, but she did giggle, "It's the bride's prerogative to be late." We got to the clerk's office and no one else was there. When the Clerk saw the crowd, she laughed and said, "You can't get married by the clerk, you need a bigger ceremony. She made a phone call and then sent us with her assistant up to the court rooms. We ended up in front of Justice Helen Friedman. She was a very lovely woman and was thrilled to be officiating at our wedding. The ceremony was beautiful, the Judge really did it up nicely. Finally she said, "By the power invested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Then in her voice she sort of quietly said, "You may kiss." I took my wife in my arms and for the first time I kissed Mrs. George Hawkins. The crowd broke into cheers and applause. We broke apart and gave a little bow. Steven then informed us that he had made reservations for brunch in a restaurant he was acquainted with that was across the street. We invited Justice Friedman but she declined, as she had a telephone conference in a few moments and it was going to be a long one. Once again she congratulated us and we set out. Brunch was great...I have no idea what I ate or if it was even edible. But, I was with my Anne and everything was wonderful. After brunch and saying goodbye to everyone, Anne and I...Mom, Uncle Milt and Aunt Milly went back to Anne's apartment and we packed our bags. We were going to Bermuda for a long weekend...our honeymoon. By five thirty in the evening we were safely ensconced in our room looking over a pink sand beach. It was beautiful. We unpacked and headed down to dinner. After eating we went and walked in the pink sand holding hands and stopping to kiss every couple of steps. The weather was warm, but not really enough to go swimming. Our waiter told us that it was supposed to warm up and we should be able to swim tomorrow. We got back to our room and I took Anne in my arms and kissed her. We walked out to the balcony and Anne said, "I don't believe how easily this went off. Our mothers were perfect and other than being apart last night, things were great." I gave a small laugh and said, "It seems that everyone was almost expecting this. No one was even surprised. I never thought that we were that obvious. Hell, we haven't even been together in over a year or so. And...other than the night with the sherry, we have never even kissed." She put her head on my shoulder and giggled, "They probably thought that a lot more was going on than actually was." "Well we will definitely make up for that now," I said as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the room and dropped her on the bed. I jumped on top of her and landed on my arms and knees not on her. She gave out a scream and then wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard and lustfully. I returned the kiss with equal ardor and we both started to rip the clothes off of the other. We were both naked in no time and were rolling around on the huge bed, kissing and wrestling. Anne rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips. She took my erect dick in her hand and began to stroke it. She lifted up and guided it between her luscious wet vaginal lips. I pushed up, slipping into her with very little effort as she dropped onto my hips, impaling herself on my love spear. She sat there, not moving, just looking down at me and smiling. "I love you, Mr. Hawkins." I returned her smile and said, "And I love you, Mrs. Hawkins." She then got a serious look on her face. "Oh George, I feel so afraid..." I looked at her in a panic and said, "Afraid, my love? Afraid of what?" She gave me small smile and whispered, "Afraid that I will wake up and find myself in my bed all alone. I just can't believe that we are married and are here in Bermuda on our honey moon." I started to move my hips and said with a laugh, "Well if this is all a dream, I'm going to have to wash my pants and the sheets, because this is the most fantastic wet dream that I will ever have." Anne giggled and slapped me on the chest, "Georgie, you are terrible. Now love me and make me sure that this is not a dream." I surprised her by lifting myself up and flipping her onto her back, keeping my dick in her. She gasped and then giggled. "This is what you want? Well then I want it too, take me my love, my husband." I began to slam my dick into her and she responded by slamming her hips up into me. My dick was a blur as it jackhammered into my sweet Anne. We sucked, we rutted, we mated, we loved. I was with my Anne, my love, my wife and I wanted her in the worse way. After a lifetime I felt the sperm in my balls start to boil over. I slammed my dick into my wife again and again. It was like I was possessed by a sex demon and Anne was the one I was to possess. I wanted her and I wanted her be mine and only mine. She responded, she was my demoness, my mate, my love. Anne began to shake and shiver, her legs tightened around my hips like a vise. Her voice went to high C and she screamed out her love. I couldn't stop, I kept slamming into her never wanting to stop. But finally, as with everything in this world, I felt the semen begin to start its trek thought my dick to fire deep in to my beautiful wife's womb. I think that I came into her for an hour...not really but it was for the longest time that I ever came. I couldn't believe all of the cum that I shot into my love. After a life time, we both settled down and I lay in her arms holding her close. I lightly kissed her lips and in a few moments heard the even breathing of my loves sleep. I net her in dreamland in a few moments. The rest of our time flew by. We did get a motor bike and went all over the islands. But we did spend a whole lot of time in bed, making love. We really didn't get much of a tan, but we did lay out on the pink sand beaches. Before we knew it, we were on a plane back to Chicago. After getting settled in the apartment, I called the office and Carl was really happy that I did. There was a problem at the dam. It seems that some of the local insurgents had attacked the dam. The Federal Security Forces were able to hold them off, but they did cause a small bit of damage to the pump house. The government was insisting that I return immediately and complete the project. They said that they would guarantee my safety. I laughed and said, "Tell me, if they don't keep their guarantee, do you get your money back." Carl said, "At the very least." I broke the news to Anne, I kept it very tame, but I didn't lie to her. We packed my backpack and took the next plane to New York. We first went to Anne's place and then called everyone just telling them that I was going back to Tajikistan. Mom was upset saying, "Do you have to go back right away? You can't even visit your Mother?" She's good as laying a guilt trip. In four hours I was kissing my wife at the gate and boarding the plane for the first leg to Dashanbe. It took over thirty hours to finally arrive and I left like shit. I was met by the Under-secretary of defense and was hustled into an awaiting helicopter. I didn't even get a night in a hotel. An hour and a half later we landed at the dam and I was met by Dmitry and the General Commandant. The General was a big man with an air about him that led you to believe that he would not take any guff. It seems that he was sent here with a contingent of soldiers to protect the Dam from the insurgents. I commented that I was surprised as there had not been any inkling of problems before I left. That didn't go over well with the General...excuse me the "General Commandant," but he didn't say anything. Things around the Dam had really changed. Before I left the work was done and done on time but there was a sort of laid back atmosphere. Now it was totally military, there seemed to be a lot of tension and stress in the air. My cell phone was taken...for security reasons and all computers were confiscated. We could only us the computers that were issued by the government. The problem was that there was no internet...for security reasons. The government workers were housed on a compound around three quarters of a mile away from the dam. That's were Dmitry and his family were located. The workers would be convoyed into the base in the morning and taken back in the evening. There were many times Dmitry would be kept at the dam, he would then sleep on a cot in my room. He would invite me for dinner and different events and sometimes the General Commandant would allow me off the base. But, it wasn't too often. I had to actually sit down at my desk and hand write letters to Anne. I found that this was really enjoyable, I would get very flowery and mushy. I am sure that she would laugh when she read them. I did receive a letter from her a while after I arrived, she told me that as she expected, she was asked to take over her company's lab in Chicago, she was thrilled and said that she would be staying in our condo. After getting that letter they stopped. We were told that the government was holding the mail as the insurgents were getting very active and it was feared that mail would fall into their hands. We worked like mad men and had everything finished and running by the end of May. This was long before we ever expected. I told the General Commandant that I really wasn't needed any more and requested that I be sent back to Dashanbe. However, the General Commandant kept finding things that had to be worked on, I would get pissed saying that his people could take care of this and I wasn't needed. He would naturally object telling me that he had to have everything perfect before he could advise the authorities in Dashanbe. As the days became weeks and the weeks became months, the excuses became that it was far too dangerous to go back now as the roads have been closed and they didn't have the helicopters to get me back as they were needed to combat the insurgents, "But don't worry things well be better soon and you will get back to your loved ones." One day about eleven months after coming back to the dam, I had spent the day doing things that I had done and checked and rechecked a hundred times, it was starting to get dark. I was settling in for the night again I had another frustrating evening of dealing with the "General Commandant." Once again I was given the run around, being shuffled around from one military bureaucrat to another. I did get to see the General Commandant, but all he told me was that there was no way I would be able to get to the Capital. "The rebels have once again closed all of the roads and we can't allow any travel until we have cleared them out. And it seems that they have obtained Surface to Air Missiles so flying out is impossible." I have been hearing these excuses for months. All I wanted to do was get home. To get out of this shit-hole and back to my world. It was almost a year since I left home...almost a year that I had left my Anne, my wife. I wanted to get the fuck out of here. I was sitting on my bed when Dmitry and his father came into my room and I knew immediately that something was going on. They looked very serious and we being very quiet. They closed the door and told me to get packed and to do it quickly and quietly. I didn't question them, I got all of the things that I wanted and put them in a back pack. We turned off the lights and quietly exited the building. Dmitry and I then went to our office and took a lot of papers and a couple of flash drives with important data on them. I told Dmitry that we should also disable a small part of the transmitter. After we finished taking the things that we wanted and removing a chip from the transmitter, we left the compound through a hole in the fence and walked for a couple of miles to where Dmitry's wife, son and mother were waiting in their car. There was a trailer on the back of the car and it was filled with everything that they could possibly cram into it. They had all of their worldly possessions with them, including a couple AK 47's and some hand guns, I was given an AK and a 9mm Makarov pistol. I threw my backpack on top and we tied it down. As we drove off Dmitry told me the whole story about the General Commandant deciding to set up his own government, a fundamentalist Islamic government and had declared that the dam was under his control. The government in Dashanbe was holding off trying to oust the General Commandant by force, because of all the civilian workers at the site and also that the General Commandant threatened to destroy the dam if they attacked. This is what I had expected was going on and why we weren't allowed off of the site. A Christmas Present A couple of weeks ago, the General Commandant had Dmitry and I set dynamite charges around the dam. He told us that the rebels in the area were getting strong and if they attacked, he would destroy the dam rather than let it fall into their hands. Although we had disabled the section of the transmitter that would set off the charges, they could be manually detonated...by someone who wanted to commit suicide. Dmitry told me that we were going to his sister's home. She was west of Osh, a small city in Kyrgyzstan. He said that I should get comfortable as it was going to take at least three days to get there. "That's if we don't hit any traffic," he said. That got a laugh from everyone. I actually took four days to get to his sister's. The roads were little more than goat tracks and the going was very slow. We stayed off of any main arteries, taking the back roads. We all took turns driving and would stop for the night as it was far too dangerous to travel in the dark. Mainly because of the roads but also there were probably bandits in the area. Not only bandits but if anyone saw a lone car on the road at night even some upstanding citizens might be tempted to relieve us of all our possessions and quite possibly our lives. This can be a rather brutal and merciless countryside. After four very long, hot and dusty days, we arrived at Tanya and Alexander's home. It would have been a more joyous occasion, if not for the circumstances of the visit. But, all in all it was a happy event. I slept in a bed and I actually did sleep through the night. Didn't have to pull guard duty. Three days later Alex took Dmitry and I into Osh and we got a bus to take us to Tashkent, the capital of Uzbekistan and the closest large city. The trip took a day and a half in a very hot, dusty old bus. When we arrived in Tashkent we were met by Dmitry's uncle Emomalii and his family. We spent the night with them and it was a real celebration. They hadn't seen Dmitry in years. The next day we were taken to the Tajikistani Consulate and met with the Ambassador. He told us the whole story. It seems that the initial attack by the "rebels" was actually a sham. It was the General's troops that attacked the dam, they had been dressed like the insurgents. He did it so that the government would have to send troops to the dam to protect it. He also wanted a reason to make everyone working there to think that he was following orders and the legitimate government was protecting the dam. He told us that the General had put an arrest order out for us, so we should be cautious and stay out of the limelight. He didn't think that we would have too much trouble in Uzbekistan or Kyrgyzstan, but we should be careful as there were fundamentalists around that may support the General. We had the ambassador get a drawing of the dam and we indicated the exact placement of the charges. We also gave him the diagrams and flash drives that we had taken. This way if the government sent in commandos they would know exactly where the charges were and would know how to disarm the devices After leaving the consulate we returned to Uncle Emomalii's home. The next morning I took the first flight out of Tashkent. It was not quite the way I wanted to go, but it was out of here. I got on a Korean Air flight to Seoul. From there I caught a Delta flight to LA where I would change planes for a flight to New York. I didn't want to go to Chicago, I wanted to arrive at JFK early on Christmas Eve morning. I knew that Anne would be at her Mother's on Long Island. I was going there and nowhere else. I wanted to see my wife, my Anne as soon as possible. I had tried to call from Tashkent, later from Seoul but couldn't get through, the international circuits were all jammed. Well, it was right before Christmas. When I got to LA again all circuits were busy and as my flight had been delayed for hours the airlines had to reschedule my flight to New York, thus my time between flights was very short, no phone calls today. But I figured that I would be in New York in a few hours so it would be a surprise. As I said, my cell phone had been taken by the General's men a long time ago. I had no problem using my credit card in Asia and had purchased my tickets for the whole trip, but when I got to the states, no one would accept it and I had to show my passport and driver's license so I wouldn't get arrested. I still had a little cash, but I knew that I would need that for a cab. I felt like death warmed over when we finally landed at JFK. It was about eleven hours later than when I should have landed. I went straight for a cab. Didn't want to wait on the lines at the very few pay phones to make a call. Finally, after about a hundred years, I arrived at Aunt Milly's, I paid the driver and had three bucks left over after giving the driver a nice tip. I got out of the cab, threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked to Aunt Milly's front door. I stood there for a minute or two, thinking, "I must look terrible, I haven't showered or shaved since I left Uncle Emomalii's in Tashkent. Well too bad, they're going to get me the way I am." I rang the bell and waited...nothing. I could hear the music and talking that was going on inside the house, so I rang the bell again and this time I kept my finger on it, after a moment I heard my angle's voice say, "Hold on, Hold your horses...I'm coming." The door opened and I gazed on the most beautiful woman in the world. I said, "Hello there, beautiful." Anne just stood in the doorway staring at me. Her mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. I heard a voice from inside yell, "Who's at the door Anne?" Then she screamed, "Oh my God...Georgie...Georgie." She flew into my arms and was crying and screaming, "Oh my love...my Georgie...I knew that you would come back...that you would come back to me. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it." She was crying and kissing me all over my face. She had her arms wrapped around me in a death grip. I dropped the backpack and held her as tight as I could. Finally she stopped screaming and just stood there holding me and sobbing and shaking. By this time a crowd came to the door to see what the commotion was about. Sharon stood there with her mouth open, Barbra just said, "Oh Lord...Oh my god." Mom just gave a screech, her eyes went back into her head and she fell back into Uncle Milt's arms. I was flabbergasted, I didn't know what was going on. "What in heck is going on? You guys all look like you saw a ghost." I stammered. Then little Pete found his voice and said, "But...but Uncle George...you're supposed to be dead." I looked at him and said, "What...I'm dead?" "Yea they told us that you were dead...we even went to church for you." "Wow you even went to church? Well, I guess that they were wrong...I ain't dead." He gave me a look like I was a complete dummy and said, "I can see that Uncle George." I hugged Anne into my body and put my face into her neck kissing her and whispered, "Oh my darling, my love, I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Please forgive me." Anne just kept saying, "Oh my Georgie...my love...my darling..." over and over. The place was complete pandemonium. Aunt Milly was running around screaming for smelling salts for Mom. Uncle Milt was holding Mom in his arms and calling, "Helen, Helen are you alright. Somebody get some water." Jack was standing there laughing, but tears were running down his face. The kids weren't exactly sure what was going on. Their dead uncle...wasn't, I guess. Steven was holding Sharon as she looked like she was going to collapse. Sharon's husband had returned. It seems that he had not run off with another woman (as I thought) but had gone to a Trappist Monastery, to "find himself." He returned after three months and they are doing just fine. I haven't seen Sharon so happy in a long time. Finally, things started to quiet down. Mom was revived and was hugging and kissing me, as were Sharon and Barb. Anne never let me go, she just held me as close as possible, with everyone else trying to hug and kiss me. Eventually we all ended up in the living room, where Uncle Milt handed me a bourbon on the rocks. I took a sip, it was wonderful. This was the first drink I had in months. The General (I refuse to say General Commandant any more) wouldn't tolerate alcohol. I was sitting on the couch with Anne on one side of me and Mom on the other. Jack was explaining that about a couple of months ago Mom and Anne had been contacted by the State Department that the government in Dashanbe had reported that after all the work had been finished on the dam all of the civilian workers at the dam had been sent to Dashanbe in a truck convoy. The convoy had been attacked by the rebels and everyone had been killed. There were no survivors. I was surprised that we hadn't been told this by the Tajikistani Ambassador in Tashkent. Everyone was devastated. Anne came back to New York and was inconsolable. Unlike before she stopped eating and lost weight. Mom and Aunt Milly would force feed her telling her that she had to eat. She was just starting to slowly come around. There had been a Memorial Service for me last week and the place was packed. My boss, Carl and his wife had flown in and attended. He told everyone that the company would take care of Anne, that she had nothing to worry about. Then all of a sudden, Anne pushed away from me, she stood up and said with a smile, "I think I should give Georgie his Christmas present, don't you Mom?" Both Mom and Aunt Milly nodded like crazy. I looked at her like she was nuts and said, "Anne, I don't want any Christmas presents. I have everything that I want right here." Anne started to giggle and got up and said, "No my love, I have this present just for you." She got up and went out of the living room. Mom said in a small voice, "Anne is so happy...she has had this present for you and she really has to give it to you." I turned to Mom and said, "Damn it, Mom, the only present I want is Anne in my arms and now I don't have that." She just gave me a smug smile and said nothing more. Everyone was asking questions and I was giving half answers, not really paying attention. Mom just sat there, she had a smile on her face and she would reach over to me and hug me every once in a while. Anne was gone for what seemed forever and I said to Mom, "Where is Anne? Is she making that present?" Mom giggled and said, "She has to get your present ready, and no she is not making it." Sharon laughed and said, "No that's already been done." After about six months or about twenty minutes later, Anne quietly came into the living room; she was behind me and said, "Close your eyes, George." I sort of ignored her and said, "Where were you? What were you doing? She said, "Please, Georgie." I closed my eyes and said, "Okay, they're closed." Then I said, "Wait...how do you have a Christmas Present for me if you thought..." I felt her sit on my lap and I put my arms around her, but it was very awkward like she was keeping me from holding her. Anne said in a giggling voice, "Okay, you can open them." I opened my eyes and I was looking at the tiniest, most beautiful little girl that I ever saw. She was dressed in a red and white Santa outfit and had a pink bow in her hair. She had her mother's reddish blonde hair. I looked at Anne and she was smiling at me, the tears were running down her face and she was cradling the baby...our baby in her arms. I looked at her and back to my daughter and wrapped my arms around them. In a sobbing voice Anne said, "Merry Christmas, my darling husband." I kept saying, "Oh my love...my love...I love you so much..." "This is Christina Marie, she is ten weeks old. And she misses her Daddy. She was wet and hungry and didn't want to wait for us to have our dinner." I was speechless, I couldn't talk, I couldn't even think. She was beautiful. Her bright blue eyes were looking straight at me. Then she blinked and looked at me again and closed her eyes and snuggled into her Mommy. I looked at Anne through my tears and said in a soft sobbing voice, "Looks like we're going to have that peaceful Christmas Eve dinner after all." Anne slumped down into my arms and said, "And three hundred and sixty-four noisy dinners?" I laughed, "No my love, three hundred and sixty-four heavenly dinners." Christina just lay in her Mother's arms and snuggled. Anne then placed her in my arms. For the first time I held my daughter. I sat there on the couch and silently wept. I had missed so much, that job had taken so much away from me. At that moment, I decided that I wasn't going to spend time away from my family. I would find a job close to home. Maybe the pay wouldn't be as much, but I would be close. I sat there thinking about the last year, not knowing about Anne's pregnancy nor about the birth of my beautiful daughter. I just let all of the talk and noise of the party go in one ear and out the other, not paying any attention to anything but the tiny bundle in my arms. Anne had to nudge me when Aunt Milly called us to dinner. As Mom, Sharon, Barb and the rest of the adults wanted to be with Anne and me, we had to sit at the adults table. But, I refused to give up my daughter. She was asleep in my arms and that's where she was going to stay. When we sat down, Anne put her head on my shoulder and whispered, "It didn't work this time did it." I looked at her and answered, "Does that mean that you want to try again?" She giggled, "I have all intentions of trying...as much as possible, but I don't think that we should succeed for another year or two." I leaned over and lightly kissed her on the lips. At that point both Uncle Milt and Jack started in with the questions. I told them that I was not going to spend my first dinner at home with my wife and daughter being cross-examined. So after a not so peaceful dinner we eventually went back into the living room. Sitting on the sofa with my wife next to me and my daughter asleep in my arms and another bourbon in my hand, I told them the whole story. The sham attack that brought me back to the site, finishing the dam, the General and his scheme, the escape in Dmitry's car through the wild countryside, and finally the trip back to New York. I was just about finished with the stories when the phone rang. Little Pete answered it and came running into the living room, handed the phone to Anne and said, "Aunt Annie, it's for you." Anne took the phone and said, "Yes? Hello." Then she said in a very excited voice, "Oh god Carl, yes and a very Merry Christmas to you. Oh god...I don't know where to start...no, no, no George is here...yes, yes, he's here, sitting right next to me. NO, I haven't been drinking...here you talk to him." She handed me the phone and said, "Your boss thinks I'm drunk or hallucinating." I took the phone and said, "Hey Carl. I just want to let you know that the reports of my death are just a bit premature." He was silent for a moment and then he gushed, "Holy shit, George, it is you. Oh God, this is great, what a fantastic Christmas present." We talked for a while and decided that I should get back to my family. I told him that I would see him in the office next week and hung up. I didn't say anything about quitting. I would wait until we were face to face. I went back into the living room and sat with my wife, daughter and mother. No matter how hard I tried my eyes kept closing, well I was approaching 40 hours without much sleep. I hadn't really slept since I left Tashkent and sitting with my second bourbon in my hand and my sleeping Christina in my arms, all I wanted was to close my eyes and join my little beauty in dreamland. But of course no one wanted to let me go. They all wanted to talk, or should I say hear me talk. It was well after eleven o'clock when almost everyone went home. Anne, Christina and I were staying at Aunt Milly's, we would be in the master bedroom. Aunt Milly was in Anne's old room, and Mom was in Debbie's room. Sharon, Steven, Greta and Pete were in the living room, the parents on the sofa-bed and the kids on the floor. Of course, Uncle Milt stayed. He slept in the lounge chair. We went up to the bedroom and Anne fed our little darling. I couldn't believe how beautiful that was. Watching my wife feeding our daughter from her body. Christina was a lusty eater, she slurped and gulped as she sucked on her Mother's breast. I lay down next to Anne and watched that wonderful scene. I was filled with emotions that I have never known as I watched my beautiful wife feed our daughter. I felt so much love for them that I thought my heart would burst. I was in heaven. After a while, Anne got up and changed Christina and put her in her crib. She turned toward me and smiled. I held my arms out to her and she rushed into them. I took her in my arms and kissed her. I pulled her into me and kissed her again. We held each other and I laid back pulling my wife on me. I smiled and closed my eyes for a second. I opened them a moment later and found that the room was completely dark and Anne asleep in my arms. She had her arms around me and one leg across my thighs. I smiled into the darkness and once again closed my eyes. I next opened my eyes when I felt the bed move. I lay there watching Anne go over to the crib and take a crying Christina out and hug her. Anne came back into bed and arranged the pillow and sat back against the headboard, opened up her nightgown and brought our daughter to her breast. It was dark and she obviously couldn't see my open eyes. She would glance over at me and then reach out and touch me. Sometimes she would touch my arm, then my chest, my hair just moving her hand to different parts of my upper body. I smiled and in a very soft voice said, "Good morning, my love." Anne's face broke into a huge grim. "Good morning, Daddy, have you been up long?" she asked as she reached over and ran her hand over my cheek. She looked at me and went on, "I have to keep touching you. I have to make sure that you're really here and that I'm not dreaming." There were tears in her eyes. I sat up and move in close to her. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. I leaned my head onto her shoulder and just sat there watching our Christina feed on her mother's milk. This was heaven and I was still alive. We just rested there close to each other, silently watching our little bundle of joy as she slurped and ate. Anne said that Christina had been up for a while. Ann and heard her cooing and mewling in the crib for about a half an hour before she started to cry. "I'm so attuned to her that as soon as she wakes, I'm up. But I usually wait until she gets hungry before getting up and feed her," Anne explained. Christina fell asleep as she ate and Anne then got up and changed her diaper and placed her in the crib. She then turned toward the bed and smiled at me. She was so beautiful standing there in her flannel night gown. I held my arms out to her and she rushed to me. She practically jumped into the bed and took me in her arms. Her lips mashed into mine and her tongue tore into my mouth. It was like she was a wild woman, attacking me like there was no tomorrow. I was immediately infected with her passion and I wanted her more than anything in the world. I rolled her onto her back and started to tear her nightgown off of her. I stopped and started to unbutton the front of her nightgown. I would unbutton a few buttons and then spread the gown and kiss the newly exposed skin. As I went lower I spread the gown more and when I got to her breasts I stopped and just gazed at them. I couldn't believe how beautiful and ripe they were. They were a bit bigger than I remembered, but heck, she was breast feeding.