As Gary ascended, the gentle creak of the stairs warned me he was coming. I shimmied my way through the velvet curtains, taking a final scan of the living room to ensure everything was ready. Then I saw him standing in front of the twinkling Christmas tree with his sleepy smile. His flannel pajama bottoms hung low on his hips, and his toned torso was visible through his tank top. I could feel my heart racing as I admired his silhouette in the early morning light. Outside, it was snowing lightly and I couldn’t help but feel that everything was perfect at that moment. I self-consciously tightened the belt around my silk robe, feeling like a goddess in my soft satin nightdress, still with little water droplets hanging from my freshly washed hair. At that moment, I realized that life could be breathtakingly beautiful.
I stepped into the kitchen and found Gary admiring the twinkling Christmas tree, a captivating silhouette in the soft morning light. I couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked in the midst of this holiday tranquility.
“Merry Christmas, Gary!” I purred, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. His body tensed from my touch and I felt a gentle shudder ripple through him. He turned around and smiled, his eyes widening at seeing me in my velvet lingerie.
“Merry Christmas Crystal,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He sniffed the air, “Is that coffee I smell?”
I gestured to the coffee pot sitting on the counter. “It is and breakfast is ready, but don’t touch until after presents okay?” He nodded, eagerly reaching for me instead of the pot of coffee.
I guided him back to the living room and watched as he lit up when he saw all the wrapped gifts beneath the tree. With a mischievous smile, I asked, “Everyone stirring downstairs?”
He nodded as he reached for me again. “They will be up soon.” He drew me closer to him, his hands dancing over my body as his lips captured mine in a passionate kiss.
“Perfect.” I flashed them a sultry smile before making my way to the study. I had been planning something special for the guys since the night of my “welcome back to the living party.” It was to be a traditional Christmas, and then something different that would bring out the boys’ kinky side. As I entered the study, I couldn’t help but admire how festive it looked with all its copper and brass decorations and warm, comforting furniture. After I had opened my new outfit from the week before, I decided it was time to make my move. Purposely, I allowed my eyes to wander seductively around the room, making sure every man there noticed me as I began to dance around sinuously, teasing each one with my movements.