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Ginger Spanx: A Redhead For Xmas

By: Kethandra



What is the Meaning of the Season? Historically, people have placed different meaning around the coming of Winter. Sometimes dogmatic, sometimes practical, sometimes mystical. 

Reasonably so. This is the beginning of the time, in large swaths of the Northern Hemisphere, when the weather can kill a naked human in a matter of hours, when days and light reach their shortest duration, when the sun is on its lowest arc in the sky. This is a time when mighty men and gods are said to be born. A time of change and faith in better times to come.

Hopefully, the days will lengthen again.

Hopefully, Spring will come.

Hopefully, we have enough food stored to last. And no one attacks us to take it. And it doesn't rot, or get stolen, or cause fights or riots because of how it is distributed.

Hopefully, we have a little extra and we can celebrate.

Consider those around you, your loved ones. What gift might I give them? What is in my power to give that they most want? That would please them, delight them, bring them joy.

Does it feel like a chore, a pain, a loss to give? That is not the loving present the season begs for.

Does the thought of their receiving your gift, the pleasure they take in it, bring a warmth and a glow in your heart, your spine, and the depths of your belly? Do you feel a tingling pleasure of your own at their joy?

That brings us to two Loving Wives.

(There is or may be a variety of spanking, penetration and oral stimulation of multiple orifices, extra-marital sex, cuckoldry, mild bdsm, cumplay, cream pies, as well as both marijuana and alcohol use in this story, and descriptions of other acts not deemed advisable by many clergy. You will also find lots of graphic sex, voluntarily enjoyed by those involved, who are all both entirely fictional and well beyond their eighteenth year. If any of the above offend you, please be advised.)

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The paperwork was recorded with the county and the house was theirs. The Buchanans watched their real estate agent exit her Lexis SUV; she was worth watching. Ginger Rogers - unlikely as it sounds, Ginger Leeman had accepted the marriage proposal of a contractor client of hers named Gary Rogers several years ago - strode up the bluestone pathway toward the couple waiting on their new doorstep. She smiled, a bright white flash from within the shimmering frame of her hair, even redder than normal in the evening light.

Nicole Buchanan held a bottle of Barefoot champagne and a package of small plastic shot glasses. Ginger had the keys, used one on the front door lock before beckoning Thom and Nicole through. Not Thomas, not Tom. Thom. Even if you can't hear the H, it's there. More than one document had been reprinted to correct Thom-related errors. 

"Nice dress." 

Nicole said what they had both been thinking. Ginger always looked good: slim, fit, shining red-blond hair swinging over her shoulders. High heels, defined calves and tan legs below skirts and dresses bordering on the formal seemed her norm. This one was more casual, a fitted knit dress striped in narrow horizontals. The stripes brought out Ginger's modest curves, showing her trim figure to good advantage. The knit fabric clung.

Thom noticed a nipple pushing out one dark stripe, took a second look to be sure, as he held the door. He couldn't recall seeing hers before. Nicole had a smirk on her face when he looked up. Ginger hadn't noticed him checking her nipple out, but his wife had. Teasing him, Nicole bit into her lip, pantomiming playing with her own nipple as Ginger walked into the kitchen in front of the new owners. The knit dress hid little, accented much of the shapely backside. Thom's eyes were drawn lower, to where her casual, wedgy heels flexed her shapely calf muscles with each step.

The redheaded realtor did a little spin to face them. "Why thank you. I just got it today. You're the first to see it."

Nicole stepped to the side, closer, to inspect it. She brought Ginger's attention with her. It allowed Thom's eyes free rein to appreciate. His wife looked as sexy as always, in a simple combination of jeans and a t-shirt, her athletic, almost hardbody figure clear. 

Ginger was more girly, in form and dress. Her bare arms were not defined with cut muscle, but graceful, long and smooth. He could see no trace of panty or bra lines. The shape of her small handful breast nearest him was clear, stretching the knit stripes to announce every naturally supported little curve. The nipple at its furthest projection added its own small kink to the parallel patterns.

"Whadda you think, hon?"

Caught again, they were both looking at him. "Ah. I see two delicious, gorgeous women in my new kitchen and something is not right."

Ginger looked concerned. She had shown them close to a hundred homes in the past few months. "Not right?"

"Yes. Like I said." Thom stepped to the counter nearest his wife. "Two exquisite wom..."

"You said gorgeous." Count on Nicole to interrupt him right then.

"And delicious." Ginger looked like a cat that just won Mouse Trap, playing along with Nicole.

"Two gorgeous, exquisitely tasty..." He paused with a raised brow.

"Close enough, that'll do." Ginger conceded. Nicole had turned to face him. Ginger's hand rested lightly on one shoulder, standing half behind her.

"...ladies, and a bottle of bubbly, and it's not even open. That is not right." He grabbed the bottle by the neck, tearing the foil outer seal.

"Thanks, Thom." Nicole leaned close.

"No problem." He shrugged. "I want some too."

"Not for the champagne, silly. For saying I'm gorgeous." She hugged him close. "Now I gotta go pee in our new bath."

Thom looked at Ginger. "Aren't you going with her? I thought that's what girls did."

She laughed, put a hand on his forearm. "Only at bars. And restaurants. And stadiums. I do want to thank you, Thom."

"What? For calling you gorgeous? You definitely are that, Ginger."

She had moved closer. Her eyes, green-blue and bright, shone up at him. "No. I was thinking about tasty and delicious."

Her hand moved up, rested on his chest. She stretched up, her lips hovering close to his. The words were so low he barely heard them. So plain he barely needed to. "How can you be sure? Until you try a taste?"

They met in the middle with soft lips, not open, not anxious. On her toes, she wobbled, maintaining the contact. Her hand pressed harder into his chest. The hand not holding the bottle grabbed her small waist. One nail on her hand, the pinky, scraped a small line across his shirt, directly over his own nipple.

"Ahh." Her tongue flitted in when his mouth popped open. She grazed over his teeth, the tip, held firm, counting coup on his tongue before she retreated from both the kiss and the close contact. 

"Sorry, I'm not usually so forward." Her eyes dropped. "You're just so...I'm sorry."

"Ginger. Hey. It's alright. No apologies needed." Now he stepped toward her, reached out to stroke the back of his hand down her arm.

He held up the bottle. "Could ya use a drink? I know I could."

Her smile was wry. "Definitely. May I get the glasses?"

"Please." He nodded to the small package on the counter. "Though they're not glass. And they're not meant for wine, effervescent or not."

"Plastic shot glasses?" She held one up.

He shrugged. "College town. Convenience store. Whatcha gonna do?"

Thom eased the cork, also plastic, out of the bottle until it shot free, bouncing off the rock fireplace. He managed to get the bottle over the kitchen sink before the small amount of fizzy overflow dropped.

"Perfect timing." Nicole entered the kitchen as he tilted the bottle to pour. She reached for the small cup as he filled it, handed it to Ginger as the redhead handed an empty one to the man with the bottle. Nicole kept the second one filled; Thom, the third.

Ginger raised her shot. "To your new home."

"And the realtor who put up with us." Nicole worried about seeming to picky.

"You guys? You were easy. I'll show you houses anytime." She downed the small cup of sparkling wine. Set it on the counter. "Speaking of which, please, I can't wait for you to show me this one, to see what you end up doing with all this space."

She tilted her head as she looked at the couple, he straight red hair swinging to accentuate the angle. "Thanks for sharing this with me. That's really sweet. Don't be strangers, okay?"

"You're leaving already?" Thom tried to sound nonchalant, caught off guard.

Ginger turned to him. "Yeah. Sorry. Gary and I are going to a charity dinner tonight."

She leaned in, hugged Nicole. "Mmmuh." Left a euro-kiss on her cheek.

Ginger turned to Thom. She pushed against him for a hug, pressed her lips to his cheek. He hugged her back with one arm, shot glass pinched between two fingers. The hand opposite Nicole slid up the redhead's side, stroked the outside curve of a small breast pushed between them. He let his thumb trace over the soft knit bulge as she pulled back from the kiss, saw her eyes widen when it teased over her nipple, the touch hidden from his wife's view.

They both watched her sidle down their new walkway. Nicole broke the silence. "What was up with that?"

"With what?" He knew his wife could mean many things.

"That dress. Those nipples. Damn. That's not like her."

"Too bad."

She slapped his arm. "You liked that. Pour me another thimbleful, you ogler."

She reached under her t-shirt, unlatched her bra. One arm slipped in through the sleeve opening, then the other, and produced the magically removed undergarment with a flourish. His eyes were on the twin peaks in the thin white cotton.

He tossed back his second cupful, dropped Nicole's full shot glass into his empty one, and handed her the doubled up cup. With both hands free he brought them to his wife's chest. Thumbs circled hardening points there.

"Thinking about some other nipples? Pushing out of a tight dress, with no panties underneath?" Their sexy agent had been fuel for teasing for months now, but today had crossed boundaries. He could feel his wife's chest rising and falling. Her breaths were rapid.

"No panties?" His thumbs paused.

"Did you see any panty lines in that lingerie?" She asked.

"Lingerie? It was a dress." Extending his fingers wide, he circled his palms over the hard nubs. 

"Made out of knit thinner than a worn-out wife beater." Her look softened under his touch. 

"It gets worse." He had to tell. If she found out any other way, it would not be good.

"Worse?" She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing his hands away. "What could be worse than that harlet, coming in to my home in her sexy little dress with no damn underwear on, swinging that fine little ass in front of my husband, huh?"

"She kissed me."

The stern facade over self-amusement on her face vanished, replaced with hesitant quizzicalness. "Yeees. She kissed me too, on the cheek."

"No. She kissed me, while you were in the bathroom. She touched my nipple."

"What!?"

Thom explained what had happened. The only detail he left out was his own dragging touch of Ginger's nipple. Nicole looked pissed, but aroused, her pupils dilated, her Chet rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

"So, was she tasty?" 

He shrugged. "How much can you tell from a little kiss?"

"You want to taste her juices?" A smile was growing on her face.

"Oh yeah. Don't you?"

"Hell yes. I'd like to lap that tight little twat 'til she screamed." 

"Would you taste them, lick them, suck them off my cock?"

"Off your cock? After you fucked the minx? You know it." She looked down at the counter, the plastic shot glasses of bubbly. "Do you want me to?"

She picked up the plastic cup Ginger had used. A quarter inch of champagne covered the bottom; a slight smear of lips colored the edge. She's whispered. "I see Ginger's juices in here."

"Her juices?"

"Yep. Wanna dip your cock in sexy Ginger juices and let me suck it off?"

Thom reached for his fly. He was stiffening, half-hard before his pants were lowered. His wife dropped to her knees in front of him. She held the plastic cup in one hand, guided his head down inside its rim. "Feel her lips? Feel her lips teasing your beautiful cock?"

"Mmmm." 

She dipped him deeper, wetting the tip. Pulling his cock out of the shallow container, she slurped the head into her mouth.

"Fuck yes, babe. Suck the little slut's juice off my cock." His hips pushed forward, past her lips. Nicole's lips and tongue made loud, hungry sounds as she sucked the champagne off him.

She pulled back, pumping his now-hard shaft as she drew in a deep breath. "Yeah? You wanna dip into that little slut, so, I can suck her juices off? You like that?"

"You know I do." He held her head on both hands, began to thrust, to fuck his wife's eager mouth. "I want to fuck her little slit until she cums. Then you get lick it off."

Nicole groaned, her mouth stuffed. He pushed her head down, hard on him. She coughed, choked, then took him deeper, stretching open her throat. He stayed deep, fucking her this way, as the vibrations of her sounds traveled into him, along his shaft, teasing balls and tingling spine.

"If you're a good girl, I might let you suck my cum out of her too." Her moan pitched higher, wilder. He could see her tight, toned hips grinding the air, humping in anticipation. The tension Ginger had stirred in him, with her kiss and her touch, her words and her look, boiled over. He felt balls tighten, prepare to explode.

His rhythm, fucking his wife's throat, increased. His voice was constricted. "And if she's a really good girl," he paused, was rewarded with another moan from below. "If she's an extra good girl, I might just let you show her how to suck cock, how to make me...cum...deep in your...sexy, dirty little...throat."

The last words were forced out through a clenched jaw as he exploded into her mouth and throat. Nicole's hands grabbed his thighs. He heard suppressed sounds of more choking, held her tight to him with both hands as his pumping continued, filling her throat, her belly, with his seed.

When she had swallowed it all, Nicole gave one last lingering slurp and stood, leaning against him, both breathing hard. She hugged herself close to him. "Such a sexy husband. I think I'd like to taste Ginger's juices on you again sometime."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Definitely."

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They didn't manage to arrange time to have Ginger and Gary over until the holidays. Then Ginger had to reschedule because of a real estate deal gone sour. Neither couple had kids, so they agreed on Christmas Eve. 

Ginger looked incredible, shivering in the cold at the door. No nipples showing, Thom noticed as he let them in, her bright red sheath dress clinging to every slim curve. When the couple walked past him he looked for, but did not see any sign of panty lines either. His eyes were drawn to a single bead of water, from the freezing rain that had been predicted for all day but only just begun. The drop ran down the back of her leg, leaving a slick, wet stripe down and over her calf muscle, following the line the seam of a stocking might trace.

The first round of drinks had already been refilled, the tour of the house completed, when Gary's phone chimed. He checked the screen.

"Crap." He looked up at his wife, her face already showing disappointment. "There's a leak in the roof at the new warehouse."

Gary's shoulders shrugged, Ginger's dropped. "I can't help it, honey. It comes with the job."

Within minutes, Gary was gone, wondering out loud if he could have the repairs organized and completed before tomorrow morning. Thom and Nicole promised to get Ginger back to home, in the opposite direction from the new warehouse project.

"Be home for presents, sweetness." Ginger called before the door closed. She sighed. "Do you know how many evenings I get left like this? Sometimes I think his job is my sister wife."

She looked down, pouted, bending one knee enough that she could twist the small sole of her strappy shoe against the old linoleum that covered the large family-dining room and continued on into the small, outdated, but functional kitchen. The bent knee pushed the skirt of her dress up enough to expose a hand's breadth, a man's hand, of thigh. Very tan, very smooth, very toned thigh.

"Come here." Thom put his arms out. "You need a hug."

Nicole agreed. "Thom can make it feel better." 

Her hand rested briefly on Ginger's back, encouraging the realtor forward, as she stepped toward her own new kitchen.

Ginger rested her hand on Thom's chest. His breath caught. Her pinky fingertip found his nipple through his shirt, the same one she had found before. The sensation was electric. His arms wrapped around her, fingers stroked her back, paused.

"What do you have on? It feels so solid under this dress."

Ginger giggled up at him. "My Spanx. My secret addiction."

Spanx?"

Oh, yeah. I really like my Spanx. It's almost like I don't feel complete without them."

"Your spanks?"

"Uh huh. Need those Spanx." She nodded up at him, exaggeratedly earnest.

"Your dress didn't feel like this when you dropped off the keys." He didn't mention nipples, or a kiss, or that it was her body under his hands that felt different, not the dress.

She tilted her copper red head to consider. "I don't need Spanx in my jeans. That dress came UPS to the office and I wanted to try it on that day. You were my only stop on my way home. Normally, if I'm wearing a dress, I need my Spanx."

"Kinky!" Nicole called from the kitchen.

"Sounds like an addiction." Thom matched her serious look. His hands took the conversation as permission to roam more, exploring along her side and down over one hip.

"You guys!"

"Do you get them from friends or Gary or..." Thom managed to keep his grin contained.

"I buy my own."

"You buy...you pay someone to spank you?" Nicole sounded shocked.

"What!? No! Spanx." She ran her hands up along her sides, wiggling her hips. Her fingers dragged over the back of Thom's.

"Give her the spanks she needs, baby!" Nicole called.

Ginger blushed. A full red-faced blush as only a ginger can do. Her bright green eyes looked up at him, nervous. Thom stayed quiet, thinking of those spanks, wondering how far his wife was going to take this. They teased and talked about including Ginger, or another woman, in their sex life. But nothing more. Maybe that would change tonight. Nicole knew about Ginger's kiss and touch.

"I don't hear spanking!" Nicole was in rare form. "Ginger, are you not bending over like a good girl or is he not swatting?"

Ginger's eyes flicked from side to side as though trapped. Thom shrugged when they flitted to his. Then he indicated the couch facing away from them. Ginger focussed enough to look puzzled. Her eyes went to the couch, then back to Thom, questioning, confused.

He shrugged again. "If you don't want to bend over and grab your ankles, you can just lean over the back of the sofa."

"You know I don't mean being spanked, right? Spanx are a brand of under..."

"Less talking, more spanking!" Nicole's timing was impeccable.

Ginger was smiling, but it didn't hide her nervous concern. Thom indicated the couch once more. "You don't want to disappoint Nicole now, do you?"

Green eyes flitted down to Thom's crotch, saw the tent beginning to rise there. "I think I might disappoint more than just Nicole."

The redhead was already buzzed from her drink, but chugged the remaining half of her glass. She stepped close to the couch, away from him, reached down and tugged on her dress' hem, pulling the knit fabric down as far as she could, wiggling her slim hips as she did so. Thom enjoyed the view as it showed off her tiny waist and the shapely curves of her ass, stretching against the fabric.


Ginger Spanx: A Redhead For Xmas



Ginger crossed her arms on the top of the upholstered cushion, bent at the waist to bury her face in the cradle they made. Her feet were wide-spaced, legs straight, and back horizontal. The position and the dress both displayed her rear end to maximum benefit. Her voice was muffled. "I can't believe I am actually doing this."

Thom stepped close. When he rested his left hand on the curved small of her back, he felt her quiver. Fear or anticipation, he couldn't tell. He looked down at the delicious curve of her cheeks, displayed and waiting for him.

"I can't hear...!"

Smack! The first swat cut off Nicole's comment, brought a sharp yelp of surprised pain from Ginger. "That's my man!"

Smack! A matching blow on the other cheek brought another cry. Thom let his hand rest on her after the second one, felt her lift herself up toward his touch.

"Good girl." He muttered before he let his thumb stroke along the outer curve of her cheek. The cheek was almost too firm.

Smack! This one was louder, harder. 

"That's it, babe! Tan that ass!" Nicole called.

Thom squeezed the cheek under his hand. "This doesn't feel right."

He let his hand slide lower, down along the back of her thigh, feeling the hem of the dress and then the bare, smooth skin below it. His other hand joined in, squeezing the once-struck cheek and then sliding down.

He brought both hands up, exploring out along her hips, the inward curve to her narrow waist. His action pushed the dress up a couple inches.

"What's this?" He could see the lowest edge of her Spanx. Skin toned, the material was a strong, stretchy knit, designed to smooth out any hint of pudge or loose flesh. He pulled the skirt of the dress up and over her ass, exposing her lower body now in nothing but the binding seamless undergarment.

Ginger gasped and reached a hand back to tug on her dress. Thom's left hand grabbed the questing wrist, his right reared back and swung.

Smack! 

Ginger groaned. He had swung harder and landed on only a single layer of fabric instead of two. His hand stroked openly over the just-struck cheek. She was definitely wiggling her hips at his touch now.

"Bad girl. Doubling up layers to protect your sweet little ass."

Smack! She yelped again, mainly in surprise. It trailed off into a second, longer groan.

"Bad girls need to learn their lesson. Need to learn they can't cheat their way out of their spanks." Still holding her wrist pinned behind her, Thom grabbed the hem of the support garment and slowly began to ease it up, exposing her.

"No." She protested, but only the barest token. Her body twisted side to side, she pulled on her trapped arm to make sure she was held. He smiled as he saw his hand prints appear on her bare pale bottom as the tight inner skirt slid up. One red print on her left cheek; overlapping, redder ones on her right.

Looking up, he saw Nicole standing in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at what he was doing to Ginger, white teeth biting into red lower lip. He stroked both tender cheeks once they were exposed, showing off for his wife. Ginger shook under his touch. Nicole gave no indication that he should stop.

"Good girl." His voice was low, soothing.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three sharp palms added angry red imprint over the single one that had marked her left side. Her groaned cries were more forlorn, helpless. He let his hand slide down the back of her thigh, appreciating the smooth toned skin, then traveled back up over her cheek, feeling the slight raised welts his swats had left. 

Ginger raised up on her toes, lifting herself to him as he stroked the reddened, sore marks.

"Oh fuck!" Ginger moaned out the expletive in surprise when he let his fingers trail off of the welts, slide between her rounded globes. They found soft, smooth skin. They found her wet.They traced along the slick opening between her legs before the tip of one slipped inside her. Her thighs clenched against his hand.

Thom's eyes found his wife's. Nicole was staring open mouthed. Her face was flushed, her gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared between the redhead's legs.

Allowing his fingertip to slide back out of her, he massaged over the sensitive flesh above her slit, hidden between her thighs. His fingers spread her slick moisture, then returned to the open well between her lips. Two entered her this time, two then slipped up to massage again, finding her hidden button beginning to swell.

Her back arched when they found her arousal, bringing her head and face up off her crossed arms and the couch. 

Releasing her wrist, Thom used that hand to gather her straight, silky red hair behind her head. He wanted to see her face as he touched her. The realtor leaned her head in when the back of his hand stroked her cheek as he caught the last stray hairs.

He pushed the two fingers deeper inside her, watched her mouth open in a gasp. Her breaths turned short and shallow.

Pulling the fingers out, they massaged in firm concentrated circles around the previously-found swelling. Ginger groaned, her back arching more. Thom gripped her hair close against her scalp, holding her in the deep arch. The massaging circles continued. Her fair skin was red and pink running down her back as her hips circled along with his massage.

He could feel the growing tension between her legs and running down her spine a she held her, touched her.

"Oh fuck yeah!" 

Ginger twisted to see the source of the voice: Nicole watching from the doorway. Thom twisted the red hair, holding her in place while the massage increased in pace. Her thighs shook against his hand. Ginger whined, panting at how she was held, helpless, displayed. 

The whine grew louder, more frantic as the massaging fingers spiraled inward, flicked left, right, left over the now very swollen nubbin. He watched her clench her jaws, heard the groan deepen to a growl deep within her.

"Uhn. Uhn. Oh my. Please. Uhn. Ahhhh." Thom kept his fist in her hair, her back arched and face exposed as she came. He saw Nicole staring, mouth still hanging open. He watched Ginger's lovely cheeks clench and release, clench and release, around his hand.

When the tremors eased he did not release her hair or her arch. Instead, he slipped his hand out from between her legs. He used his grip on her hair to pull her limp body upright, lean her back against him.

With two layers of skirt both shoved up around her waist, her bare cheeks nestled one to each side of his rigid bulge. He continued to use her hair until her her head was leaning back against his shoulder, her throat exposed. His free arm snaked around her tiny waist, pulling her tight against him

He kissed up along her neck, nibbled at her ear. He whispered, his voice husky. "Good girl. Very, very good girl."

She shivered against him.

"Now let's find out what these Spanx are you've got on." He released her hair and her waist, his hands dropping to her hips, still pressed close behind her. He grabbed the knit material of her dress bunched around her waist.

"Arms up." It was a command, not a request. In their shared fantasies, his wife enjoyed when the other woman submitted to Thom's will. Ginger raised them at his words.

Thom kissed her neck again, lingering this time. She leaned back against him with a soft moan as his lips and tongue teased the sensitive spot. When he spoke, it was a vibration right against her ear. "Such a good girl."

Turning his head to the side, he smiled at Nicole as he began inching the dress up and off their real estate agent's trim body. It slipped easily up over the tight stretchy knit below. Once it was clear of her arms he tossed it over the back of the couch.

His voice again vibrated against her ear, sending a shiver through her. He remained close, his hardness pushing her cheeks apart. "You can lower your arms now."

She did. Inching back to create a small space between them, Thom grabbed the tight knit undergarment, tugged and smoothed the skirt back down over her hips and upper thighs. He took his time, making sure there were no wrinkles or folds.

"Now, let's see what you've got."

He stepped back, checking her out. The flesh-tone, seamless undergarment was a tight, form-fitting dress in its own right, narrow shoulder straps, low cut neckline, short skirt. All very tight, the strong knit material snugging down any slight variance in bodily bulges. No line of any panties or bra to make an unbecoming wrinkle.

Light hands on her hips encouraged her to turn, face him. She looked nervous, unsure, shy and gorgeous. He could make out only the barest hint of nipples pushing through the dense fabric, resisted the urge to reach out and touch them.

"Beautiful." He breathed out. She smiled up at him.

They both turned at a metallic grating sound. Nicole held a small, slightly lumpy cigarette above the flame of a lighter, twisting one end in the small fire. Holding the lit joint between thumb and finger, she put it to her lips, sucked in, the end glowing a bright cherry red. A long, deep hit.

She walked over the to the other two, offered the joint to Ginger. The redhead took it automatically, watched as Nicole stepped close to Thom, rising up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, parting her lips as they drew close to his and then stopping a scant inch away. 

Ginger watched a horizontal column of smoke leave Nicole's lips to disappear between Thom's, drawn into his expanding chest. When the column dwindled to clear, the two drew closer, kissing softly and then with more enthusiasm. The joint was forgotten in Ginger's fingers as she stared at the kissing couple.

When Nicole pulled back, looking at the redhead, Thom blew the smoke he'd been holding out the corner of his mouth.

"Are you going to smoke that?"

"Oh. Ah. Okay." Ginger offered an unsure grin. "I may get goofy. I haven't smoked in years."

She brought it to her mouth, puffing in lightly, then deeper.

Nicole waited until the Spanx-clad redhead finished inhaling. "Girl, I think you were already getting more than just goofy with my husband just now."

Ginger coughed out a small cloud, choking. Nicole patted her back as the coughing continued.

"Look, hon: she's crying." Tears were streaming down her flushed face, brought on by the choking fit. Nicole took the smoking joint from Ginger's fingers, handed it to Thom. "Thom here likes it when pretty girls cry, don't you?"

He took a long draw, spoke with his lungs full of smoke, making his voice hollow and strained. "Depends on what they're choking on."

That renewed Ginger's cough. Thom held the joint out. "Sounds like you need another hit."

Nicole rolled her eyes at him, took the smoking roach. "I'll help the poor girl."

She drew in a big lungful before returning the short end of joint to him, turned to the redhead. In a constricted voice, she offered, "I'll exhale, you breath in slowly, taking in right from my lungs."

Nicole held Ginger's head with a hand cradling the back of her neck. The two were almost identical in heights. Noses nearly touching, Nicole exhaled into Ginger's open mouth, leaning closer as she ran out of smoke to share.

Thom saw his wife's tongue flick out, run along the other girl's lips. He saw her lean in, lips meeting lips, before a tongue slid past. Smoke escaped, he heard a muffled cough, but the kiss only deepened. Nicole's hands wandered over the Spanx. Thom felt himself growing again completely hard in his pants.

When the kiss ended, the two clung to each other, breathing hard. Ginger idly traced her lips with a single finger, as if unsure of what had just happened. Nicole's hands still explored over the tight, stretchy support garment.

"This stuff is so cool." A hand traveled up from Ginger's hip, over her flat belly, and stopped, lightly cupping one spandex-clad breast. Thom smoked the last of the roach that could be had without burning his fingers or finding a clip. His eyes followed his wife's hands on the beautiful realtor's body. He had never seen Nicole kiss another woman, or grope one like this, and he drank in the sight.

"You're like the Skintone Superhero or something in this thing." Nicole went on, each hand now palming its own small breast. "It's like a wetsuit. The new scubadress. Honey, seriously, come feel it."

Thom set the tiny roach down and stepped behind Ginger. He had already had a chance to feel the material, but wasn't about to pass up a second. She almost purred when his hands slid around her waist, lower than his wife's hands hefting, squeezing her breasts. She shivered, leaned back against his chest, when his lips and teeth again found her ear.

Ginger's head rolled back. Nicole's eyes found her husband's and they shared a delighted, twinkling exchange of grins. One of his hands slid down, pushing against the material where it left her skin, instead stretching tight from thigh to thigh. The other hand moved upward across her chest, savoring the unique feel of the fabric. His hand covered Nicole's smaller one, cupping both soft hand and the breast it held.

Thom leaned down and nuzzled through silky hair to expose her neck. He smelled her scent, felt the soft feather of her hair before he tasted her. She was spicier now, a little more sweat, and something else. An animal scent.

"Please." Ginger barely managed to make it a word.

"Please what?" Thom was happy to remain silent and let Nicole take the lead. As she had with the spanking, even if it was from the next room. He squeezed the back of her hand. Nicole pulled hers out from under his, leaving him cupping Ginger's small, spandex supported breast.

"I have to apologize if I get weird. I don't smoke this stuff very often, especially not drinking. I get kinda...wild sometimes. Out of control."

"Ooh." Nicole stroked the other girl's cheek, leaned in to nibble along the side of her narrow chin. "Wild can be fun."

Ginger moaned. Thom pulled her back against him with both hands, the lower one pushing between her legs, the upper pinching the thick material over her hardened nipple. His stiff outline pressed close. His deeper voice vibrated her ear. "Out of control can be fun too."

"I just can't help myself." The redhead seemed to be trying to convince herself.

"We'll help you." Nicole's reassurance didn't help matters at all. "You're safe here with us.

"What kind of control do you...lack?" Nicole's last question ended in another kiss. Ginger groaned into her opening mouth, held pinned back against Thom. The couple both felt the slim hips begin to buck, to grind, sandwiched between them. 

Thom's hand was lodged snugly in its own sandwich, his knuckles buried deep in the narrow space left below Nicole's jeans-clad crotch, the heal of his palm pushing hard against Gingers mound, his fingers curling under the hem of her undergarment.

"Mmm. I like that!" Nicole's pupils were wide, her grin wide. She leaned in, grinding on Thom's hand, her eyes on the redhead. "Do you like to give up control?"

She kissed her. Soft, passionate, ended quickly. "Do you lose control?"

Kiss. "Of your body?"

Nicole moved back, looking down at the Spanx-clad figure. She lowered a hand. Thom watched it disappear, between the slim legs, below his hand. He slowly began pulling the hem upward, stretching the fabric in the center. Nicole's hand followed. 

Ginger was silent, holding almost still as Thom's mind filled in the image of his wife's hand sliding up the inside of this aroused redhead's thigh, toward a wetness that he had already fingered to shuddering climax. He worked the tight skirt over her hips, exposing her groin to Nicole's clear view, feeling bare ass against his bulge.

"Ahhhh!" Ginger announced the first touch. As far as Thom was aware, Nicole had never down anything like this before.

Ayyyahhh!" The spicy smell of red hair filled his nostrils as the lithe body arched back into him. He abandoned his grip on the Spanx, slid his hand up between her breasts, feeling the strong fabric end and smooth skin begin. It continued up until his thumb nestled to one side of her exposed throat, his fingers to the other. 

He didn't squeeze, he didn't put any pressure on her throat at all. But with her back arched, her head thrown back on his shoulder so that she was facing the ceiling, his hand wrapped around her throat while Nicole's smaller one worked between the redhead's legs, it was clear Ginger had lost control.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She whispered the words as her body began to shake more.

Nicole's hand increased its pace. Thom held the object of her attention. He released the Spanx-covered breast he'd been mauling, plunged his hand under the tight fabric to cup her bare, soft flesh.

"Oh god! Ahhhh!" She cried out as her hardened nipple, so much smaller than Nicole's, responded to Thom's finger and thumb rolling, pinching, teasing it.

He lowered his lips to her ear, enjoying the renewed scent of her. She groaned at his tender nibbling. "We've got you, Ginger. You're safe. Now let go, good girl. Let go."

He bit her neck, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive flesh between his lips and teeth. Her back arched further as she moaned. Then she let go.

Her wail was that of a lost soul. Thom felt her arched body tense, the shaking becoming an all-over quake. Her hips thrust away from him, onto Nicole's hand, then slammed back against his hardness. Again. Again. She came hard, her climax clear from the reaction of her body and her repeated wordless cries.

Thom caught her, his hand leaving her bare breast to wrap tight around her waist when her legs gave out. He held her, limp, leaning back on him.

"That was amazing!" Nicole sounded in awe. Her mouth hung open, her eyes fixed on her own hand, now withdrawn from between Ginger's thighs. Her palm, her fingers, her thumb. Every bit was shining, wet, covered in the juices released by the powerful orgasm. 

She offered the hand, soaked fingers extended, to Thom. To lick and taste. Ginger had to feel his cock react, twitching with arousal at the sight, the smell, the idea of sucking this sexy slender woman's cum off his wife's fingers.

He wrapped his lips around two offered digits, sucked them in until his lips reached the webbing between them. His tongue swirled, tasting and swallowing every drop of her he could.

He pulled back with a prolonged gasping inhale before shifting his hand from her throat to her chin. His thumb rested on the spot he'd watched his wife nibbling, not long ago.

Ginger's mouth was already parted when Thom kissed her. His tongue, tasting of her fluids, ran over her lips before pushing deeper. Her tongue met his, hungry and searching.Ginger twisted into him, her chest to his. His arm eased its grip, allowing her legs to take her weight.

Instead, she jumped onto him. Her lean legs, long for her height, clung to his waist, her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands caught her, taking one step back to stabilize his balance. She was snug against him, bare wetness held tight against his pants and the aching stiffness inside.

Ginger took the initiative with the kiss. Lips and tongue frantic and eager. Hips grinding into him, legs keeping him tightly trapped. His hands, fingers sinking in as they gripped her round little cheeks, allowed her lower body to take them both for a ride.

Thom glanced beyond the redhead clinging to his body, kissing him with abandon. Nicole watched them, eyes wide, fingers shoved deep into her mouth. He saw her tongue, lapping as far as it would reach between two fingers. 

He groaned into Ginger's mouth. His hands pulled her crotch hard against him, grinding his covered cock into the source of the wetness his wife licked off her hand.

Nicole drew close. Ginger bucked, almost screaming into Thom's mouth as she felt slim female fingers again enter her. Arms squeezed his neck tight as her legs clenched, hips pumping in against him, back against Nicole's invading fingers. She whined, moaned, gasped against his lips.




Ginger Spanx: A Redhead For Xmas



Thom felt his wife's hands on him, fiddling with the zipper over the base of his erection, unable to fit between his waistband and the grinding redhead. He adjusted his hands on both her bare cheeks, hauled the small woman up his body, above his beltline.

Nicole's fingers reached his fly. Shortly, he felt them wrap around his shaft, freed from the constraints of his pants. His wife lowered herself behind Ginger to squat on her heels.

Hands tugged at him before he felt a familiar wet warmth envelop his bulbous head. He could feel Nicole's hair against his hands as she pushed her face against Ginger from behind. He held naked soaking writhing hips no more than an inch above his shaft as his wife stimulated and lubricated his sensitive tip.

The warm mouth left him and Ginger squealed. "Oh fuck. That's my...she's licking my...oh god that feels so...god yes! Lick my fucking ass!"

The hand still tugging his shaft now pushed it up, dragging the slippery head between two swollen, sopping lips. He slipped past, stopping against her clit as she humped back against Nicole's exploring tongue. He felt the shaft dragged back again, the tip catching at the deeper, wetter, opening to her depths.

Ginger stared into his eyes, both of them finally knowing that there was no turning back, the decision had been made: Thom was fucking Ginger tonight. He let her drop as he pushed his hips up.

Eyes locked, his cock slid deep into her tightness, nearly half his length stretching her wide with gravity's assistance. He lifted her and lowered her with another thrust.

"Unnhh."

Push.

"Unnnnnhh!"

Push.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhh!" Nicole had renewed her attention. Thom felt a straining flick of the tip of her tongue on him, just where he disappeared inside Ginger. Then Ginger cried out as the tongue found another, closer target. 

She squirmed under the attack, working herself further down on his cock. He was amazed at how tight she was. He knew she was soaking wet but the combination of her gyrations, gravity, and his upward humps had not been enough to bury his entire cock inside her.

"Cole? Is the tub ready?"

Nicole pulled back from her work on Ginger, licking at her lips. The lower half of her face shined with the wetness. She stood.

"Are you going to carry her in?" She sounded excited. "Fuck, that turns me on when you carry me like that. The tub's hot, I'll take the top off."

Looking through a veil of red hair, Thom watched his wife go, noticing her pull her top over her head as she made toward the spa. As soon as Nicole left the room Thom spun, walking toward the short wall that separated them from the kitchen. Ginger was remarkably light as she stayed on him, both impaled and with limbs wrapped tight. He enjoyed carrying Nicole around, fucking her standing, but her more muscular body was noticeably heavier. Or maybe it was the adrenalin, having this red fox riding him and apparently ready for more.

The narrow wall was built with a substantial chair rail, almost a stunted shelf of wood extending a couple inches out at around waist height. Thom had noticed it, thought it might be the perfect height to allow part of Nicole's weight rest while he had her pinned against the wall.

He planted Ginger's back against the wall. "Hold tight."

He released one small cheek, now supported by the chair rail, and slipped that arm under her knee, unwrapping her legs from around him. His hand lingered on her calf, the fascinating definition of that one graceful muscle, stretched and refined by her heels. Lifting that knee and leg high, he repeated the process with the other side.

He had the slim redhead, Spanx in a bunch around her waist but still covering her small breasts, on his cock and held suspended against the wall, her legs bent almost double as he planted both his hands on the wall to either side of her.

Her green eyes looked almost scared, but very aroused. He leaned in for a quick, wet kiss before shoving his hips into her trapped, open body. She cried out, whining in the discomfort of being stretched wider than she had yet been. He pulled back, feeling the slickness of her squeezing walls, and shoved in again.

He must have shown concern, hesitation, at her second sharp cry, her second whince of pain because she whispered, "Don't stop." before she covered his mouth with her frantic kiss.

The third time she screamed into his mouth. He felt something give, his cock finding room. His balls were close against her thighs as he held himself there, finally buried completely inside her.

Her scream lessened, but didn't end. Kisses punctuated it. He felt her snug walls pulse around him, each one timed to her cries.

"So much." She forced out. "So full."

Thom pulled back a fraction of an inch. As her next pulse began, he ground back in as deep as he could go. 

She lost control of even the ability to kiss him as the pulse increased to a rapid spasming. "Ayyyhh! So close, so good, so goddam fucking...unnhh!"

"Arrrgh!" Thom's climax surprised him, her own spasming response setting him off. Each wrenching blast deep inside her swelled his shaft, widening her already stretched walls.

They gasped in each other's used air, lips barely separated but without the wherewithal to bring them together, his violent pumps triggering a new wave of ecstasy radiating out from her center. Juices flowed out of her, onto him as he emptied himself into her.

Drawing in a ragged deep breath, Thom grinned at her. He started to move his still-hard shaft. The force of her contracting muscles had forced herself more than an inch back off of him. Unable to simply push back in against her clenching in spite of their copious and combined juices, he pulled back, pushed.

Pulled back, pushed. His grin broadened at the look the stimulation brought to her face. "You like that?"

She nodded.

"Good girl. You want more?"

She looked surprised. "Can you?"

"You're going to find out." 

He reversed his hold from under each knee, guiding each lower leg in turn around his waist. Tightening his hold on her little body, he stood back away from the wall. Her legs and arms snugged her to him.

"Are you going to carry me to the hot tub?" Ginger knew exactly where it was; she'd shown them the house several times. She recalled the innuendo-laden repartee over how often they'd need to clean it.

"I was." Thom paused, legs wide. "But first things first."

"Um. I think we're past first base here." She responded as he carried her the few steps across the room.

"Down." He adjusted his hold, pulled himself out of her, to ease her down. She gasped in surprise at his sudden absence, unlocked her legs to stand as he lowered her.

"Yes, sir." His single word had been close to a command and her response, more than half irony. He accepted it literally.

"Good girl. Turn around." Her hands had just slipped from around his shoulders, her weight still on her toes. His hands spun her hips before one nudged her upper body forward. Ginger found herself bent over the couch again. She moaned, a soft sound, when she heard his pants drop to the floor.

The hand still on her hip pulled toward him. The other grabbed a silky handful of red hair and yanked her back into an acute arch. 

Ginger bit off a scream when far more than two fingers filled her. He shoved his entire length, still hard and slick with a mixture of their juices, back into her until they both felt, heard the wet slap of his heavy sack swinging against her thighs. He stayed deep, ground into her. 

Her hips responded, writhing back on him. "You're still so hard."

"Good girls deserve seconds. And you've been such a good girl."

"No." Her hips wriggled, her back arched even deeper. "I'm a naughty girl."

"Why are you so naughty?" He dragged knuckles over the faded pink of his hand prints on her pale skin. 

"I can't help it." She pushed back, arching herself onto him, deep as she could get him inside. Hungry.

"Do you want to help it?" His thumb trailed along the still-raised edge of one hand-shaped welt.

"No." She whispered, then was silent as he pushed in, retreated, in deep again. "Being naughty feels too good."

His hand squeezed her cheek, hard, pushing into her roughly. "Even if it gets you punished?"

"Especially."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Aaayyee!" His hand struck, loud and fast, three times. All on the same spot, the soft outer hollow of her cheek, below his right hand, accessible even when he was buried deep inside her. She was panting, body tense. A tug on a handful of hair brought her face back and up.

Smack. Smack. Smack. "Naughty. Naughty girl. Is that what you like?"

"No! It stings. Please. I'll be good."

"I know you'll be good." She whimpered when his right hand gripped the tender spot, the spot still stinging from six sharp slaps. He fucked, in and out, full strokes with no hurry to them.

"Oh god. So good." Smack. "Ahh!" 

She smiled, her teeth gritted tight. Her small breasts stretching the binding Spanx with each labored breath. "Please. Don't. Stop."

Smack. The left side. "Oh!" He had to let her hair go, but she kept her head high, arms extended from the back of the couch.

"Naughty girl likes her spanks, doesn't she?" Smack.

"Ahh! Oh yeah."

"She needs her spanks?" He pinched, not hard, into the welted flesh. Both cheeks clenched tight.

"Aaayyy!" She blew out a sharp breath. At the edge of his vision Thom caught the silent shape of Nicole, standing in the entrance, watching. Who knew for how long. Watching him fuck another woman, like in so many of their fantasies, whispered in moments of rising passionate tensions. Watching him fuck them, filling them with his cum, not holding back. That was the central theme behind Nicole's favorites: seeing her husband unable to hold back, fucking another until he came, unprotected, filling her with his thick seed. The seed that had sent his wife into the throes of her own overwhelming orgasms more than once just at the sight, seeing it leak from from his tip, before she could get her lips and tongue to it.

Almost always, Nicole came when the fantasy Thom exploded inside the bent over fantasy tart de jour. Sometimes she might be a cute waitress from a dinner out that night, sometimes a random stranger. But their most common shared fantasy target lately had been slim little redheaded Ginger. The same Ginger about to get her second dose of his seed.

Thom pretended not to see Nicole. He just increased his pace, pumping into Ginger, hard enough to force a small exhale from her with each thrust.

"Please."

Pump. "Uh." Pump. "Uh."

"Please what?"

"I...uh...I need." He pulled her hips back harder on him.

"Uhh! Please!"

Nicole's hand was between her legs, outside her jeans, leaning back against the wall. Thom's head spun. Reality and fantasy were too entwined, inseparable. He was fucking the fantasy girl, his body was screaming eager to spray his seed inside her, and his release was the trigger to set off his wife's most intense orgasms. 

He gritted his teeth, holding back the roaring fire growing in his lizard brain. "Please what? Tell me what you want."

"Please. Uh." She drew in a long breath, wet, almost a sob. Then words came out in a rush. "The naughty girl needs her spanks. Please."

The next breath was a sob. "I need my spanks."

Smack. 

"You like that?"

"Oh god yes. Boo hoo hoo." Bless her heart, her tears actually sounded like a boo hoo hoo. Thom knew he couldn't hold back.

Smack. 

"You need that?"

She spasmed around him, clinging tight, keeping him deep. "Oh god yes."

Smack. Smack. "Cum, naughty girl. Cum for me." Smack!

Thom fucked into her, again grabbing a fistful of hair. His eyes went wide as the fire rage, released inside him. He roared, drowning out Ginger's anguished cry, their bodies releasing together, wave after wave of overwhelming sensation. 

Colors in flashes and a brilliant white had to clear before he saw Nicole panting, grinning, supported sagging against the wall. He doubted if the large dark wet spot on her jeans was purely shadow or his imagination. When Nicole came hard, she could release a lot of juices. She was the quickest to recover. "Well, that looked like fun."

Ginger's red head popped up, twisted at her voice.

"The tub is ready if you are. And there's a Christmas Eve surprise for you."

Thom laughed. His right hand lingered over the newer, more defined welts under it. "Are you ready for a little soaking, naughty girl?"

Ginger brought a hand back to feel her own cheek. "As long as it's not too hot."

"No hotter than what I just saw. Get this girl to the tub, Thom."

"Okay." Ginger squealed when he pulled back, out of her, and without pause scooped under her knees to cradle her into his arms. She clung close around his neck. Nicole stepped out of the way as he maneuvered the slender woman down the hall toward the spa 'room.'

The room was a small central atrium, enclosed by walls and sliding doors on four sides, open to the sky above. That was the surprise.

Thom hooked the handle with one finger as he held her, slid the door aside. Ginger gasped. He smiled when he saw why. Outside the door the open tub released swirling tendrils and whispers of steam up into the air. Air filled with huge white flakes drifting down without a hint of wind to disturb them. The jets were not running and the silence was profound.

"Mmm. This is magical." Ginger snuggled her face in close to Thom's jaw. Her scent filled his head. Both could feel the soft chill of snowflakes finding warm bare skin, vanishing in a damp puff. 

She squealed softly under his ear, her arms tugging closer, when he stepped down the spa stairs far enough that her welted and exposed bottom dipped first into the water.

He allowed her to float as he lowered them both into the heat, slow white flakes filling the air around them before they were gone. His arms held her loosely, hers pulled him tighter for a quick, fierce kiss. "You spanked me. Hard."

"You're welcome."

She laughed, leaned back in the water. His hands supported her at the water's surface. Stretched out, her face and front floated above, most of her exposed body covered in wet translucent Spanx. Her nipples, a pale pink not much darker than her skin, were more distinct through the soaked fabric. Her lower body was entirely exposed, the tight skirt still bunched around her waist. Red hair looked almost black floating in the water. She winced, laughed again when a large flake landed directly on one eye.

"Looks like a white Christmas. And don't worry, I'll get the door." Nicole balanced a tray with one hand, closed the slider that Thom has neglected with the other. She set the tray down - three refilled drinks, a fresh joint, lighter and an ashtray.

Shimmying off her jeans, the wet spot was distinct. One denim leg covered the smoking materials, keeping them protected from the snow. Nicole shivered, standing naked in the slow white flurry. Her nipples were tight, hard knobs, dark and proud. Going too fast down the stairs to get into the warmth, she slipped. Almost submerged already, it was a soft fall, and Thom caught her with one arm.

They snuggled like that, one in each of his arms, half floating, blanketed in the heavy stillness of the snow falling. Nicole kissed at his neck, light, loving. Her naked body slid against his side, over his thigh. His hand stroked along Ginger's back, through the snug, soaked undergarment. 

Ginger broke the silence. "My bottom hurts."

Thom laughed, stroked his hand lower, over an abused cheek. 

"Owee."

"Honey." He turned to Nicole. "Naughty girl here is a little sore. You might need to kiss her better."

"Ooh." He felt Ginger tense in surprise, relax.

"Okay." His wife's hand gave his thigh a quick squeeze under the water.

Thom floated Ginger onto her belly, to bend at the waist, letting her legs sink. He draped her arms around his neck, leaned back into the seat. The compliant redhead's lips were close, ready to be kissed, then lips and eyes opened wide. Nicole's hands had found slim pale hips, lifted them partly out of the water, exposed to a first long kiss in the center of his red handprints.

Ginger whimpered at the prolonged sucking attention, enough for him to wonder what his wife's tongue was doing between tightly sealed lips. Nicole kissed, licked, sucked at every bit of tender flesh that he had spanked. Ginger whined and wriggled, with Thom enjoying the flash of sensations changing her face. He let his hand roam over her body. Her little breasts were impossibly firm, resistant, clad in the strong elastic material. Sleek and smooth.

In a waking swirling dream, no one felt any need to reach toward the tray. Needs were being whet. And met. A tension built under his hands. Breath quickened. Quivers grew. He grew with them, swelling under the water, his wife's wet sounds feeding his thoughts.

As if she read those thoughts, Nicole slipped lower, closer between the cheeks she had been attending to. Thom put a single finger to his lips, held Ginger with his eyes. He held her eyes as they flew open, as her brows knit tight. She twisted, mouth wide, but silent. Her body racked with her shuddering in the water as Nicole licked and sucked at her. Sudden, deep, and hungry.

But Ginger stayed quiet, obeyed the silent command of his finger. He nodded, appreciating her control, her effort. His lips mouthed the words. "Good. Girl."

Then he kissed her. Hard. She took it as an implied permission and let go, moaning into his mouth. The shaking increased under his hands. Her cry rose, still muffled by his kiss. Over her shoulder, he could see Nicole's focused eyes but her mouth and tongue were hidden, buried deep in the redhead's snug crevice. 

Thom eased slim arms from his neck. She protested, but feebly. He rose up until his upper body was out of the water. Ginger saw him wobble, thick and heavy in front of her face. Her eyes came up as her mouth opened, lowered onto him, her lips finding him without any need for a guiding hand or word.

"Good girl." He said it almost to himself, unsure if she heard. She sucked, nursing at his head before beginning a slow uneven bobbing, taking a little more in. From his higher view, he could see that Nicole concentrated her tongue on Ginger's tiny rear pucker, and that the redhead was pushing back on it. With any more direct attention, he would already be raging hard in her mouth, but he could see why she was distracted and knew it would only prolong the fun.

He leaned back, sitting on the tub edge, enjoying her mouth on him and the increasing twisting tensions playing out along her body and spine. Nicole pulled back, licking her lips, then sucked two fingers into her mouth. One, the index, pushed against the well-licked little bud. Ginger flinched away, taking more of him in her mouth. She choked, pushed back off his thighs with her palms. He edged forward, watched the finger push in.

The Spanx-clad back arced up, like a panicked cat. Nicole spoke. "It's okay, baby girl. Trust me. Relax."

Ginger looked so beautiful at that moment. Scared, aroused, eager to please, nodding her agreement with Thom's completely rigid staff sealed tight by her lips. No more bobbing. She held him, sucking, slurping a little, but concentrating on Nicole and her own tight, sensitive little ass.

The finger withdrew. Thom felt the vibration of a sound in Ginger's mouth that he would never have heard. The vibration increased when Nicole pushed back in. His wife smiled at him, winked over their impaled guest, then twisted the finger deeper, past the second knuckle. 

Ginger surprised him, surprised both of them. She pushed back into it, groaning loud, the timbre traveling up his timber. Nicole's finger buried deep.

"Good girl!" Ginger's eyes came up to his and her sucking resumed. She only whined when the finger left her. Then Nicole spit. Ginger's brows shot up at the sound and the feeling. Finger tips spread the thick slickness over, into her pucker. She spit again. 




Ginger Spanx: A Redhead For Xmas



"Mmmgahk!" Thom held back a laugh as the pattern repeated. Two fingers in this time, her own retreat away from them choking her on his cock. Sooner than with one finger, she was pushing back on two.

"Ginger." She looked up at her name, her eyes opening. They had been closed, lost in her overwhelmed bliss, filled, used, the center of too much attention. Thom saw his wife twist her hand, working the two fingers deep inside. Ginger's face showed the strain. He stroked her cheek. "Ginger. Are you ready?"

Her eyes showed concern, worry, fear. It made him twitch in her mouth. Then she nodded. Holding him between her lips.

"Good girl." His hand lingered on the side of her head. "Turn around for me."

Ginger hesitated, then gasped as the fingers pulled out, left her. He placed his other hand opposite the first, gently eased her mouth off him. "Turn around."

She stood, waist deep in the hot water, and spun, his hands and words guiding her. "Up on the seat. Lean over. Lift your ass for me. That's it, good girl."

He turned to his wife, holding out one palm. "Spit."

He greased the natural lubricant along his shaft as he looked down at the exposed, ready redhead. His fingers grabbed the wadded fabric at her waist, thumb trailing lower. The broad pad of the thumb found her pucker and pushed.

"Ahhh!" Ginger shut off the cry, clenched her jaw. "Oh!"

The thumb left as quickly as it had slipped in. She groaned when he rubbed his bulbous head over the spot. It was so slick, so soft and smooth, and it threatened so much. He aimed, his fist wrapped around the shaft. His hips humped forward.

"Ohgoddam! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Her voice trailed off to a strained whisper. The lips moving, without sound. He held still, his head in, past the tight ring of her entrance.

Thom stroked her red hair, dark with its own wetness. "Good girl."

He pushed. She groaned, her back arching. His hand seized hair to hold her that way, pulled back a tiny bit, not much more than an easing of the inward pressure, pushed again. Steady, undeniable, further forward with his hips, into her. 

Ginger blew out steady pulses of puffed breath. An instinctual Lamaze exercise. Nikki began to stroke her face, her temples and hair, when Thom brought both hands down to pale hips. His thumbs and first knuckles pushed the tight bunched Spanx higher around Ginger's waist.

Back, more pulling Ginger off him than his own hips retreating. In, a slow impalement returning, her tight, protesting ring squeezing along his shaft as his hands tugged her to him. Back. In. 

Nicole eased Ginger's head up, slipped her own trim body onto the edge of the tub, sitting with her legs in the water. She guided the unresisting realtor into her lap, to cradle her head there, face down. Thom's rhythm settled into a slow, deep stroke.

"She likes it there, sweetheart." Nicole leaned down close to Ginger, stroking."Don't you?"

"Uh." Thom pushed in.

"What's that, Ginge?" Nicole was grinning.

"Uh-huh."

Thom stroke quickened. Still steady, not rough but deep.

"Yeah, babe! Fuck that ass." Ginger moan was loud at Nicole's words. "You gonna cum in that ass for me?"

Thom's groan, near a growl, joined the redhead's. Slim, pale hips began to move, adding their action to his.

"See, babe? The bitch wants your cum, she needs it. Don't hold back, fuck her ass until you cum."

Ginger's back rose as she drew in a hard breath, shaking. Then she sobbed. Thom paused midstroke. The sobbing continued, shudders passing down her spine. Ginger's arms wrapped around Nicole's waist and she pushed back onto Thom, finishing his delayed stroke.

She sniffled hard, wet. A series of sobby shakes wracked her. She turned her head enough that he could see her profile. "Gimme." Barely a whisper. "Please."

Thom shoved in, punctuating the action she had resumed for him. She cried out at the deeper depth he had found, then settled into a softer, surrendered sob, still whispering. "Gimme please. Gimme gimme yeah oh god fuck yes."

The eager watching look of his wife, waiting to see him cum, filling this hot little ass, fueled each stroke. The tears and begging of the redhead added pure oxygen to the fire swirling in tighter and tighter spirals somewhere behind his balls and brain.

The snowflakes grew larger, slowed their descent. Maybe they too needed to witness as he exploded into her deepest core. A single sobbing cry signaled her own release. Nicole's eyes were wide, almost crazed, her jaw dropped and slack. Then he saw his wife cum, joining them, her face screwing into familiar lost ecstasy. Wrench after wrenching spasm emptied him into Ginger, clenching fingers sinking into her flesh.

Thom's chest heaved with the struggle to recover his air. Ginger shivered, still making soft noises, her thin frame almost limp on the edge of the tub.

"Come here, pretty girl." Nicole's eyes were bright as she peeled the realtor' skimp body up, supporting her as she sank back into the warm water, into the blond's arms. Ginger squeaked, surprised, when the action pulled Thom, softening, from inside her relaxing back door. 

He chuckled, then stepped over the tub edge, onto the deck. Naked in the slow quiet of the filling snow, he padded to the door. "I'll be right back."

Thom cleaned himself, soft but still full, heavy. He grinned at his reflection, not quite believing what had happened this night. He shook his head. He'd fucked their hot realtor Ginger, cumming inside her while Nicole watched. He'd spanked her ass hard enough to leave marks from his hands. He and his wife had fucked the little redhead from both ends, choking her on his cock. He had just exploded inside her ass as all three climaxed. He grinned again. "You're a lucky man. A very lucky man."

When he opened the sliding door, he saw Nicole leaning over Ginger. His wife held the second joint, now leaking smoke into the chill air, between two fingers, her hand held up, out of the water. The two women had their mouths, their lips together. Nicole pulled back. As Thom stepped close to the tub, Ginger leaned forward, coughed out a thick cloud of grey-white smoke. Nicole drew in another deep hit.

When Thom slipped back into the water, reclining his head on the sculpted neck rest, Nicole climbed onto his submerged lap. His arms wrapped around her, hands exploring her lithe, toned body, naked on him. She leaned in close; he opened his lips to hers, inhaled when she breathed out another lungful. Thom was capable of taking his own hit, but the couple has always found the shared smoke a sensual, connecting experience. 

Smoke drawn in and held, they kissed, soft, wet, deep. Tonight had been a different, deeper sensual experience.

"Hey! What about me?" Ginger looked at them, pouting her lower lip. Nicole beckoned her near.

"I'm in a sharing mood. Thom, sweetie, help out our deprived guest." She shifted to one side of him as Ginger floated near. Thom kept one arm around his wife's naked waist, snaked the other around the redhead. He kissed them both before the three settled close together, relaxing in the water as the snow fell.

Eventually, Nicole stirred. Ginger's eyes were closed, her breathing slow, her head resting on Thom's shoulder. "We better start thinking about getting this girl home."

He nodded, planted a soft kiss on Ginger's lips. Her eyes fluttered open. "Mmmm. So nice."

"Time to wake up, beautiful." His voice was low.

"Okay." Her answer was an innocent whisper.

"Can you walk, or should I carry you?"

The redhead smiled. "I can walk, I think."

Nicole held her hand, guiding her out of the tub. Thom shook his head in mock despair at his wife. "See. Time to clean the tub. I warned you."

"I'll drain the tub. Merry Christmas, baby."

Thom grinned as slid open the door for the ladies. "A tub cleaning? That's my present? Not even wrapped?"

Nicole slapped Ginger on one of his larger red handprints still showing on the pale skin. The redhead squealed, scooted inside. "I saw you unwrap this present."

He followed them in, closed the door against the cold. "She's not even unwrapped yet."

It was true. The soaked Spanx were bunched around her waist, clinging tight and translucent to her upper body. Dark splashes grew on the carpet as she dripped.

Nicole grabbed her arm, dragged Ginger into the attached bath. Thom watched the redhead shimmy, his wife tug the sopping support garment slowly up and off of her lithe, now pink body, over her head. It landed with a wet plop on the tile floor. 

"Damn, girl. Why do you wear that thing anyhow?" Nicole had her hands on her hips, checking the naked redhead out. "There is not an inch or an ounce out of place on that little body."

Ginger shrugged, her eyes down, but glancing at Nicole's harder, leaner body. "It feels...good. Structured." She shivered, naked and wet.

Nicole flicked on the overhead heat lamp, pulled her in close under its radiant warmth. "I'll warm you up, little girl."

One toned arm wrapped around the redhead's waist, one hand found the back of her neck. They kissed, slow and deep. Nicole glanced at her watching husband over a pale shoulder. "Come on, babe. Ginger needs to be warmed up."

The slim realtor moaned when he pushed up against her back, felt his thickness, not hard but threatening to awake, pressing against her just above where he had stretched her open and filled her tight, forbidden door. Where he had pumped his seed inside her. They sandwiched her, adding their warmth to that of the radiance from above, stroking, kissing. Still damp from the tub, skin began to slick over skin, as the heat encouraged sweat to replace the drying water.

Ginger threw her head back against Thom's shoulder, covering his face in damp red silk, filling his nostrils, his head, with her scent. The scent of Ginger sweat and Ginger sex. Rich. Spicy. Nicole brought soft open lips and a hard tongue to the neck exposed in front of her, close against her throat.

Nicole's tongue and lips felt the throat vibrate from the cry they inspired. She kissed, licked harder. Added teeth. Her hands roamed over the slim body trapped against her, finally exposed and bare. Pale skin so soft, delicate, it felt fragile compared to Nicole's own tan skin. She spread sweat from between their bellies up over a small creamy breast. Slick fingers rolled the tiny pink nipple against a thumb.

Ginger's cry went on, varying higher, lower in both pitch and volume. No words. Just letting go, giving in. Until the fingers left her nipple and the hand travelled down over her slick belly again. Only when Nicole's hand continued down, down between slender creamy thighs did words come out.

Slippery fingers did not hesitate before caressing, massaging through tender folds. One tip pushed inside, withdrew. Then they began their rolling pinches again, on a more sensitive, moister nub.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." 

Fingers released their pressure, plunged inside.

"Ahhhh!"

Back up, soaked, rolling, pinching, teasing.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Thom leaned in through her hair, inhaling. His lips found an ear. Nibbled.

"Nhh. Uh. Uh. Oh. Fuck fuck fuck."

"Is that what you want?" Nicole asked. Her fingers did not pause. They curled, pushed deep inside Ginger as she added a follow up question. "You need fucked again, little slut?"

"Fuuuck!"

"What do you think, Thom? Want to fill her back up with your cum? I think I sucked the last load out."

"Two." Ginger forced the correction out.

"What?" Nicole almost glared at her. She pushed ducking fingers in, held them there.

"Two loads." The redhead gave a weak smile.

"Seriously?" Nicole's eyes went to her husband. "And then another in her ass?"

He shrugged.

"Got one more for her twat?"

"Hey! I don't like that word."

The fingers moved.

"Fuck!"

"I know, sweetie. Fuck your twat. I'm working on that. Wadda ya say, Thom?"

He nibbled at the realtor's ear again before answering. He could already feel the first hints of swelling at what was being suggested. 

"I don't know." He let his lips buzz against her ear, felt her shoulders and back shiver against him. The almost too-hot glow of the bulb gave everything a orange, otherworldly cast. Ginger's hair was fire incarnate, combining with her heady scent and the sensual slip of the sweat between their bodiesto feed his growing hunger. "I might need help. Four times..."

Nicole grabbed Ginger, leaned back enough to spin the slender woman away from her, hiding her smile. Four times, with the right inspiration, would not be a problem. She gathered the straight silken fire in front of her into a pony tail with both hands, kissed the red-flushed pale skin of the neck she exposed. Holding the hair back, neat, she put no pressure or tension on it. "You and I are going to suck some cock. Suck it 'til it's stiff and ready to fuck fuck fuck like a little Ginger slut I know wants it."

Nicole was silent for a moment, enjoying the slippery sensation of the red beauty hot, sweaty, and pliable, eager for more. She could see her husband's hands exploring, one finding a soft pale breast. "But first, you are going to watch, and learn how to suck cock."

Releasing the hair, hands seized slim shoulders, turning, twisting, guiding the pliant redhead out from between the married couple. Thom was smiling, open and hungry. Confident. Nicole placed both palms on his bare chest, let her fingers drag down to draw streaks through the shine of perspiration covering him. 

Her knees dropped until they rested on the plush bathmat. Her hands continued down, striping his muscular stomach, until one stroked wide, over his hip to circle behind the outside of one strong thigh. The other hand continued straight down, caught him in the V of thumb and finger. She stroked out toward the tip of a shaft swollen and thick but not yet stiffened in a way they would never have witnessed outside, in the cold and snow.

Thom and Ginger watched, both silent, both open mouthed, as Nicole's head lower, tongue extending, anticipating the expanding glistening drop her fingers were forcing from him. The drop glowed with the fire of the heat lamp.

It swelled. It burst. The viscous string of fire coursed down to the waiting tongue. Breaking the silence, Ginger gasped in air, loud, as Nicole's tongue caught the viscous vanguard, before rising, following the string to its source.

Thom's voice joined hers as the tongue found its goal, a scout guiding the enveloping lips behind it. Lips which wrapped around his full head, suckling, swallowing, tongue and thumb encouraging his soft, sensitive underside to yield more savory, shining seed.

"Ah. Ah. Aaaaahh!" He shoved his hips toward his wife's hungry mouth. His shaft bent before slipping deeper.

"Mmmm." He felt and heard her welcome. His hands went to the back of her head, pushing her close until he filled her mouth, the spongy soft head nudging the entrance to her throat. The hand on the back of his thigh gripped. "Mmmhmm."

With both hands, he pulled her head back. Nicole sucked, slurping a tight ring of sealed lips up his length as he pulled her off of him. He was fuller, stiffer than a moment before. When he stopped, the bulb of his head alone hidden in her mouth, he was longer, thicker, almost fully erect.

One hand stroked an upturned cheek, a thumb lingering as it traced near the corner of his wife's eye. "Are you a good girl?"

Nicole nodded, lips sealed around him.

"Are you ready?"

Her nod was faster than the first. She flicked her tongue, a tease behind her lips. Instead it was pushed down, out of the way as he fucked into her mouth.

"Uhhhgg. Ggguhhh." 

The hand that had moved to the very back of her head, palming it, pushing her down on him, paused when his more inflated, firmer head again pushed against her throat. The other hand, to one side, twisted her head down, angling his aim up a bit.

The hands pulled her head back, an inch or more, holding her at that angle. Controlling her speed, they pushed her back down. The head eased partway in before she coughed around it. The hands held her there, his hips fucking him barely in barely out of her throat.

"Gguuhh!" Her own hips writhed as she coughed, choking. "Guh! Uhh. Uhhuhhh!"

Her sounds changed when he pushed past the entrance and slid in, fucking deep into her throat. He held her there, penetrated, and let his thumb trace past the corner of her eye again. This time it caught a tear, streaks down her cheek witness that it was not the first, and spread it toward her temple.

He pulled her head back, fucked. Pulled her back, fucked. Ginger stared at the ravaging below her, seeing the muscles bunch across Nicole's shoulders and back with every suppressed gag as he pushed deep again. 

Nicole gasped in a long ragged wet breath when he pulled back from her. His head shone slick in the red light, wobbling on the end of its rigid support. A thick strand hung below, part his, part hers. His hands lifted and she stood from her knees, sucking in another deep breath. Her face was scarlet, smeared, fucked. She grinned at Ginger.

"Ready?"

The redhead's green eyes were wide, their color almost becoming a rich brown in the light. She hesitated, shook her head. Her front teeth bit into a lower lip. "I don't think I can...I've never..."

Nicole laughed, wiped the back of one hand across her mouth. "Don't worry, I was just making sure he's good and ready for you. That was a demonstration. If you want him to fuck your throat like that, you'll have to beg."

She pulled Ginger close, pinning her against the vanity. "Do you need me to get you ready too?"

The redhead squealed when a hand slipped between her bare thighs.

"I guess not." Nicole turned to Thom. Her hand still moving. "She is ready as all get-out, babe. How do you want her?"

Thom stepped close, turned his wife to face him. Their kiss was slow, warm, wet. He let his nose drag along the side of hers as he eased back. "Thanks, baby."

His attention turned to Ginger. Her eyes lowered, teeth chewing her lower lip again. 

"Hey."

Her eyes came up, found his at the single word.

"Kiss me, beautiful." She smiled at that, brought her arms up and around his neck. She rose up on her toes, leaning back against the low counter. He kissed her, tasting her, smelling her. Over her shoulder, through a mist of orange-red hair, he could see the mirror and her smooth, pale, naked back damp with sweat. 

Without breaking the kiss, he nudged her legs apart, lifting her weight onto the edge of the counter. She whined, moaning into his mouth, her hands clinging to him.

Thom felt his wife's warm, sweaty body press close behind him, her hands slip around his waist. He saw her smile in the mirror. A hand found his shaft, pushed it down toward her. Ginger groaned as the swollen head, covered in their combined juices, dragged down over her sensitized folds. The hand, familiar with the rhythms and motions those folds, and the tenderest point they hid, responded to, waggled his tip against the wet softness there. 

Thom's hips humped, pumping his cock through his wife's hand, without conscious thought. His wife's hand that now guided him lower until he felt lips spread wide, open, and his head slip inside. He pushed. 

The guiding hand slipped away as he slid back into Ginger. Nicole stayed hear, pressed close behind him. He scooped an arm under each toned leg, pulling the bent knees higher. He shoved in, filling her, aware of the muscled calves draped over each of his arms. Calf muscles he had admired in skirts and dresses for months, exploring house after house.

"That's it. Fuck her hard. Fill her up. Send her home full of your cum."

Thom's balls were pulling tight. His wife's words were making Ginger fuck her hips into his own. Her kisses became erratic, her sounds more frantic. He felt Nicole push a hand down between her front and his back as she leaned into him, down between her own legs.




Ginger Spanx: A Redhead For Xmas



"Is that what you want, bitch? You want more of my husband's precious cum inside you?"

"Uh huh." It was barely a word, Ginger's tongue entangled in his. She paused, sucked in air. Her body radiated tension, craved release. "Please."

"Please what, bitch?" Nicole's manner with the redhead had Thom ready to explode. "Tell us what you want."

"I want..." Ginger faltered, pulled back enough to look up into Thom's face. He could feel the rapid motions of Nicole fingering herself behind him. The realtor began again. "Please. Fuck me. Fuck me 'til you cum. Fuck me full of your seed. I...Ahhh!"

Eyes locked on hers, he fucked forward hard without waiting for her to finish speaking. Ginger's orgasm triggered his own, shoving deep with each spasming pump. Nicole's deep repeated shudder against his back signaled her own release. He heard wet splashes on the tile as a damp spray hit his ankles. Her weight sagged limp against him.

Two women clung to him, breathing hard, coming back down to earth, to conscious awareness. All three were drenched now in their mingled sweat under the beating red heat from above.

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Dawn's light filtered through the light snow on Christmas morning. Ginger skittered up the white-powdered walkway to her house wrapped in a long wool coat she'd borrowed from Nicole. The Spanx, still wet, were in a plastic bag in one hand. The coat was long, but not so long that Thom couldn't appreciate her bare defined calves, once more, remember draping them over his arms to hold her open, fuck her full.

They waited until the redhead was in the door before he drove off, easing the gas pedal slowly on the slick road. He glanced at his wife, grinning, leaning at an angle in her seat, wrapped in a furry, thick robe of Sherpa pile. She opened her legs, showing him their bare length, slipping her hand between them. "Did you like your present, handsome husband?"

"You know I did. Thank you, babe. I think you liked it too."

Her hand began to circle, small motions, as she reclined the seat all the way. "I love you. Seeing you cum like that, in another woman. Damn. That was fucking hot."

"I see a fucking hot woman right now that I'm going to have to cum in, as soon as we get home."

"Are you sure? You're not all tapped out?"

Thom stroked his own crotch, his eyes bouncing between the snowy road and his reclined, exposed wife. "Damn sure, my sexy little wife."

"In that case, pull into that parking lot, Thom. I want you now." She pulled the robe wider open, showing him her firm tits, nipples pointed, hard.

He laughed as the rear end of the SUV fishtailed when he took the corner too quickly. He parked at an angle where they stopped; they were the only vehicle in the store lot. He was pushing his pants down as he released his seat belt, clambered to her side. Her arms reached up, guided him down, onto her, into her.

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Exhausted, excited, Ginger slipped the heavy coat off, draped it over a chair. She slipped into the bedroom, saw Gary, her husband's, shape under the covers. She slipped off her shoes, pulled the for fitting dress, her only clothing, up over her head. 

Gary lifted the covers with one arm, welcoming her to the bed. He pulled her close, kissed her. Pushing her legs wide, he slid lower, between them. She stroked fingers through his hair.

"Merry Christmas, handsome husband. Did you enjoy your evening alone?"

"I did. The rain was a perfect excuse to leave you alone to work your magic." He looked up, along her slim, naked body. "Did you bring me my present?"

She nodded down at him, smiling broadly. "I am stuffed full for you, front and back."

His head stopped as he was lowering his mouth to her, between her spread thighs. His brows went up. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Fuck." The last word came out when her husband ran his tongue up her slit, his first long slow taste. "That's it, Gary. Suck me, taste me. Suck your creamy presents right out of me. There's four, you know."

"Mmmm. What?" His head popped up from a deeper second taste. Ginger looked down at him, already breathing faster.

"I got four presents for you. Two in the front." She wriggled her hips twice, once for each load pumping into her, and he groaned, his face twisting almost in pain as he stared up from between her legs.

"One in the back." Another groan, closer to a whine. The covers had been thrown down, but still covered his lower body. The way they moved, she knew his hips were grinding into the mattress below.

"And then another one in the front, nice and fresh, just before they brought me home to you. Unnhh! Yesss!"

Ginger leaned back, her hands in her husband's hair, as both enjoyed her gift, the gift of a loving, giving wife who knows what her own husband wants most.

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"Poor Gary."

"Yeah. Part of the job."

"His loss."

"My gain."

"Our gain."

"Yeah." Thom reached down and adjusted himself. He had been still almost hard when he pulled his pants back up. He continued to shrink as he drove toward home. The sex had been quick and lovingly ferocious. "She has to bring your coat back now."

"I know."

"Do you think she'll want that lesson?"

Nicole's hand came to rest on his thigh. She leaned in until her head found his shoulder. "I'd like that. I get to show off and my man gets to get off."

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Two women, two loving wives. Both get off, get what they need, by bringing their men a special present home for the holiday. By giving what they knew was wanted most, by following that glowing tingle in the bellies, their spines, their hearts. 

May you each enjoy your own holiday as much as they have. This is an entry in the Winter Holidays contest and your votes and comments certainly appreciated if you are in a giving mood.