0 comments/ 8957 views/ 0 favorites A Holiday Tale Ch. 02 By: mjbarbag I have a better idea. Let's go to the living room. I will light the fireplace and we talk about what ever pops up," Gill suggested. "Oh my. You a romantic SOB aren't you?" Helen exclaimed. "I try. I kind of hoped the bath was not going to finish the evening," Gil replied. "Definitely not! You still have a boner and I plan to make good use of it. I will grab a blanket and why don't you will grab the wine from the bathroom. Meet me in front of the fire," Helen instructed. "And try not to lose that boner. Although I think I can fix it if I have to." Gil retrieved the wine and the glass from the bathroom. He also gathered a couple of candles and headed downstairs. He stopped by the kitchen for another glass. Placing his arm full on the coffee table he made sure sure all the blinds were shut, he turned up the heat and started the fireplace. Gil distributed the candles around the room and lit each. Since Helen had not joined him he sat on the couch and worked on his boner, as instructed. Finally Helen arrived. "Look at all these candles," she exclaimed. She handed Gil the blanket and set a towel on the couch. " He set Gil spread the blanket and laid down. "What's all that?" he asked. "Never you mind," Helen replied as worked her way between Gil's legs and rested on her belly. "I see you did not lose you erection. That was nice of you," she said. She knew Gil liked to watch her suck him. They even have a special video from a couple of anniversaries ago. This time she really played it up, ever so slowly swallowing him then pulling out all the way to the tip. She licked the soft underside of his shaft, slowly from balls to tip. She made sure that there was lots of slurping sounds. Helen took Gil's cock in her hand and stroked it. "Don't you want some wine first?" He asked," "NNNNope," she responsed and kissed the tip gently as she continued to stroke it. With her other hand, she fondled his balls. "My! Aren't they a happy pair," Helen commented in a sexy whisper. Helen progressed from stroking back to licking. She ran the tip of her tongue the length of Gil's shaft and back up. Swirling it around the tip, she again slowly licked the sensitive underside of his cock. When she reached his balls, she gently kissed each, and then returned to the tip. Taking another couple of trips around the head, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue down his shaft again. This time she placed each ball in her mouth, tickling them with her tongue. Returning to the tip, via the shaft, she gently kissed the head a few times. Helen again delicately ran the tip of her tongue slowly down the soft underside of Gil's manhood. And again, she ran her tongue back up where she gave the tip a sweet, loving kiss. Pulling back for a moment, she stroked her lover. Moving close again, she slipped Gil's cock between her lips and very slowly and lightly pushed the sensitive head into her mouth. She stopped when only the head was in her mouth. Resting for a second, she reversed her actions. She repeating her motion and again only engulfing then releasing the head of Gil's cock. She duplicated her actions several time more before removing the head and running her tongue down the underside of Gil shaft. Suddenly Helen stopped. "Be right back ... Don't go anywhere," she said and went to the couch and retrieved the towel. From it she, pulled her favorite dildo, a bottle of lube, and a box of condoms. "I know how much you like to fuck me in the ass. I am so hot and wet that I would love a good ass fucking. I also want my pussy fucked, if you get my drift," she hinted with a sparkle in her eyes. Gil took the lube and dildo from Helen as she got on her hands and knees, doggie style. Gil lubricated Helen ass and inserted a finger. Moving it slowly in and out to make sure, she was well relaxed and lubricated. He inserted two fingers of his other hand into her pussy. Yes, she was definitely hot and wet. He soon inserted a second finger into her ass, then a third and a fourth. Helen was moan loudly. "Yes ... fuck my ass. I want your cock in my ass ... Please stick your cock in my ass." Gil gently inserted her dildo into Helen's pussy. "Oh yesssssss. Oh yessssss." Helen gasped. Gil fucked her with the toy. The faster and harder he rammed the dildo, the louder and nastier Helen spoke. Helen moved her hand to her pussy and started to masturbate. "Please ... I need that beautiful cock in my ass ... Please ... Oh! Please ...I am close to coming!" Gil reached forward and guided Helen's hand to the dildo. Then he hooded up, positioned himself behind her, and slowly inserted his cock into her ass. "SHIT!!!!!!!!" was all that Helen said. Slowly, he watched his manhood enter her. First, the head disappeared. He paused to allow Helen to become accustomed. Then he gently pushed the rest of his cock in her ass and watch as the shaft slowly vanished. Gill could feel the bumps of the dildo as his cock slid over the thin membrane between the ass and pussy. Pushing his cock completely in, he paused then started to slide it out. "aahHHHH," Helen grunted. "Fuck my ass. I need it hard Gil, FUCK ME HARD!!!," Helen cursed. Gil increased his pace and force with each thrust. Helen was in wild delight. She matched his thrust with a thrust of her own. His skin slapped against her ass and he pushed deep and hard into his wife's ass. Finally, Helen started to shake and yelled "OH MY I'M COMING, OH MY ... OH MY YES!!!!!!!!" Gil continued to thrust into his wife's ass, intensifying her orgasm until he felt his own climax approaching. Pushing one last time, he released a large load of cum deep in his wife's ass. Pulling gently out, Gil slowly removed the dildo from Helen's pussy. It was soaking. He sat back onto the floor. Helen simply fell forward and gasped for air. Eventually, she rolled over. "Wow!" she gasped. "When are the kids coming home?" Helen asked. "Whenever we want to go and get them," Gil replied. "Good, because I am still in the mood for a movie. It may be late night and I would hate to have to wake up early," was Helen's saucy reply. A Holiday Tale Ch. 03 Helen's eyes fluttered open then quickly closed. Lying in her warm bed, she let her brain slowly come up to speed. "What a fucking night," Helen giggled as the memories of the previous evening began to come into focus. After a few minutes of sweet remembrances, she stretched and chirped "Coffee," as she inhaled its enticing aroma floating up from the kitchen. The "need" for coffee and a call from Mother Nature overrode Helen's desire to stay wrapped in her warm cocoon. She pulled the cover back and was surprised that she was still naked. After completing her business, Helen grabbed one of Gil's flannel shirts and slipped on a pair of boyshorts. Deciding not to button the shirt at all, she headed off to see what her husband had in mind. Gil had folded the blanket and cleaned up from the previous night's "festivities". He had also set up a card table in front of fire, where he sat reading the morning paper in a robe and pajama pants. She snuck up on him, wrapped her arm around him, kissed his neck, and flicked his ear. "Good morning lover," Helen whispered. "Good morning my dear. How did you sleep?" Gil asked. "Like a log," Helen responded. "Thank you for cleaning up our mess from last night. So, what's for breakfast? All that activity last night has made me hungry," she said with a hint and a wink. "Pancakes. But, you are going to have to wait a bit so I can cook them. Here's the paper. I found bananas and grapes and they should hold you over. And I have a grapefruit waiting to be cut," Gil said handing the newspaper to his wife. Gil ventured to the kitchen and returned shortly with a cup of hot coffee. "Coffee! If we were not already married I would propose this instant," Helen said as a thank you to her husband. A few minutes later, just as Helen was finishing the comics, Gil arrived with a short stack of pancakes, syrup, and the grapefruit he had promised. He had even drawn a Christmas tree on the stacks with whipped cream. "Fancy," Helen exclaimed. Breakfast was filled with chatter. Actually, Helen did most of the chatting. Gil nodded a lot and added an occasional "U huh" and "Is that so ..." In the midst of the chatter, Helen mentioned that their escapades of the previous night left her a little tender, but in a good way. She also mentioned that she had not been this sore in a while. "I want to thank you for making me sore," she said to her husband. "It was my pleasure," he replied. "And I want to thank you from not buttoning that shirt. I must say that my flannel has never looked or moved so good. In fact, just watching you here this morning has ... Ummm ... moved me," Gil told his wife. "Really?" Helen said in surprise. Selecting a banana from the bowl before her, she used it as a pointer. "If just sitting here shaking my boobs at you can stir you loins," she said, "then what does this do?" Helen commenced to peel the banana in a sensual way that kept Gil speechless. Setting the yellow peel on her plate, Helen slowly inserted just the tip of the white meat into her mouth and slowly withdrew it. Next, she inserted half the banana into her mouth and then slowly pulled it out. Finally, Helen tilted her head back and ever so slowly inserted the entire banana into her mouth and down her throat. "That is quite a talent you have there," Gil congratulated his wife. Helen stood and took a bow, ensuring that Gil viewed a generous portion of her tits. "Thank you kind sir. I have studied long and hard to be able to accomplish that feat," Helen remarked. "Would you like some grapes? No! No! Do not get up, I will bring them to you," Helen offered. Helen stood and shimmied over to Gil. She sat on his lap and lovingly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Turning in such a way to expose the contours of her breast to Gil, Helen reached for a bunch of grapes. Taking one, she raised it to her lips and kissed it. She then slowly lowered it to her husband's lips. He accepted it. In the same way, Helen took more grapes and kissed each one before serving it to her husband. "The pancakes were delicious, my love," Helen complemented. "I am curious though. Have you ever had a Helencake?" She asked. "What pray, my dear, is a Helencake?" Gil answered. "Let me show you," Helen said and stood up then straddled Gil's lap. She reached behind her once again and retrieved the bottle of maple syrup. Opening it, she dripped a small amount of the syrup on to her cleavage where is slowly crept down the inside of her right breast. "This is a Helencake; all the fun of regular pancakes but none of the carbs," Helen purred. Gil smiled and then kissed the syrup from her skin. Helen dripped another dollop on her skin and it slowly slid down the inside of her left breast. Gil gently kissed the new drip from her soft skin. A third drop appeared on Helen's globes. Gil this time simply watched it slowly draw a sticky amber line over the curves of her breasts. Helen dotted her cleavage with the rich amber syrup. He gently kissed each dot, removing the sweetness and leaving a small tacky spot. A new stream appeared between her breast, down the middle of Helen's cleavage. He dove between her breasts and with one long, slow movement, using only the tip of his tongue, he licked reverse the path of the syrup. Slowly his tongue traveled over Helen's exposed skin up to her neck where he stopped and placed a light, gentle kiss just under her ear. More syrup rained down unto Helen's tits. Gil started to clean her breasts, licking the syrup as it oozed down her breast. He ran his tongue slowly up the side of her breasts and over each hard nipple, flicking them with his tongue as he did. He traced the lines of syrup up the inside and then down the outside curve. A soft moan escaped from Helen and she arched her back, helping her husband clean the mess. Gil licked and kissed his wife until all the sweet syrup was cleaned up and all that was left was a slight sticky film. Gil sat back, smacking his lips. "MMMM, MMMM, Good!" Gil then pushed the table away and stood, bringing Helen along. He rather awkwardly moved to the couch and rather inelegantly dropped his wife on to the couch. Laughing Helen reached for Gil's pajamas, but he stopped her. Pushing her gently onto the couch, he knelt before his wife. He slowly started to evacuate Helen from her panties. She assisted him by raising her hips. He leaned forward and his a Helencake. "My! You are wet," Gil said as he ran his tongue the full length of her opening. Helen emitted a soft "AH" as he saturated her sheathed cleft with kisses. Helen embraced a sofa pillow, closed her eyes, and waited for what she knew was coming ... her! Gil lightly blew on her lips and the coolness sent shivers through her womanhood. Helen inhaled, crushing the pillow against her erect nipples. Gil smiled as he ran his tongue up her moist lips, from the top to bottom, although he did not touch her clit. Once again he blow gently across her lips and Helen almost squeezed the stuffing out of the pillow. Gil spread Helen's lips and slowly inserted his tongue into Helen's musk several times, then slowly ran his tongue up and ended by flicking Helen's clit. "Ooo!" Helen inhaled. Gil started to draw small and leisurely circles over Helen's clit. "Oh yes," Helen whispered encouragingly. Gil ran his tongue back down Helen's sex, savoring in her earthy taste and aroma. He flattened his tongue and lapped at her lips and as sexual energy increased within her, Helen expelled the pillow forcefully. She grabbed her sticky breasts and pinching her nipples hard. Gil licked her savory moistness, running his tongue the length of Helen's opening several times. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down her wet lips. He made sure he paid extra care around her clitoris and gave it several small kiss with each passing. When he reached the bottom, he would stick his tongue into her opening. Helen was very aroused and it took very little to send to the edge. She soon began to arch her back. She grabbed Gil's head and pushed his face into her as wave upon wave of orgasmic power radiated through her like huge waves crashing over the beach. Helen emitted primal, almost animal-like grunts and squeals as her whole body shook. Sexual energy undulated through her body as Gil switched to his fingers. He rubbed her clit in rapid succession as he inserted two fingers into opening. His ministrations cause a flow of erotic electricity such that it overpowered Helen. Finally, she reached a point where she could not stand it anymore. "Stop! PLEASE STOP!" Helen yelled. Breathing heavy, "damn" was all she could say. Gil ceased his actions and sat on the floor at the feet of his quivering wife. Taking one of Helen's tense feet, he gently rubbed and messaged it, aiding her in her recovery and at the same time allowing himself to "relax". It took quite a while for Helen to descend from her Everest-like sexual pinnacle. Helen soon recovered and sat up. Then she pounced on her husband, pinning him to the floor. Holding his arms down and straddling his midsection, she bent down and kissed him passionately, tasting her musky scent on his lips. Helen quickly hopped off her husband and began tugging on his pajama bottoms. Gil raised his hip as his pants were removed and launched across the room. "Boy you still have it," Helen whistled as knelt between Gil's legs and inspected his erection. She took his manhood in her delicate hand. Wrapping her fingers around Gil's member, she started to massage it. Gil laid back and enjoying the feel of his wife's hand on his cock. Helen's grip was firm but gentle. Some of her strokes ended at the base of the head of Gil's cock, other times she caressed his swollen head. Her other hand cuddled his balls, lightly massaging the orbs with her fingers. Ever so slowly, her fist moved the length of his cock. By his reaction, she knew he was going crazy. Each downward stroke was slow and smooth, sending a long seductive pulse through Gil's entire midsection. Each upward stroke was quick, creating short electrical bursts. What seemed like an eternity to Gil, Helen masterfully kept his urges from spilling all over him. Then she stopped. Gil looked up just in time to see Helen scoop a large handful of butter and "butter-up" his shaft. She then proceeded to torture Gil with a lustful smirk on her lips. Gently stroking up and down, Helen would twist her palm across the now purple and slick head. The butter allowed Helen's had to glide effortlessly across Gil's skin. She slowly moved her hand up and down the length of her husband's member. Some strokes ended at the base of the cock's head, other times she caressed his swollen head. Her other hand caressed his balls, lightly massaging the orbs with her fingers. Ever so slowing her fist moved the length of his cock. She completed a slow downward stroke reversed action and completed a slow upward. Helen continued to torture Gil. By his breathing and gyrating hips, she knew that he would not last much longer and she sped up her stroking. Gil's head leaned back as he erupted. His sweet elixir shot all over his stomach and chest. "Oh My! That's a lot of cum." She said as she licked Gil's cum from her hand, his cock, and body. She engulfed his cock head, sending shivers through her husband. "Mmmm, buttery!" she giggled. They sat on the floor for a few minutes. When Gil's cock relaxed completely, Gil suggested that they retire to the shower and clean-up. "The breakfast dishes can wait for a few minutes," Gil said. "I certainly hope that your stress level has lowered. I would hate to have to repeat this weekend after New Years," he said sarcastically as he sent Helen off with a quick swat on her bare bottom. She sped off to the bathroom with Gil hot on her heals.