It was Friday, the day before Christmas Eve, and I had only just gotten the mistletoe that afternoon. I had gotten a great deal more than we needed, and as I arranged and glued a bunch of mistletoe to a sprig of holly, a couple of cranberries, three jingle bells and a few tiny gold ornaments and tied it all together with a red velvety ribbon for our entryway's arrangement, I had a wild idea. I made similar arrangements for every light or ceiling fan you can stand under in the entire house and one special one I could hang around my neck; without the holly, for obvious reasons. I dutifully hung the arrangement in the entryway and squirreled the rest away for later.
We finally finished cleaning and setting up the dining and living rooms for our annual Christmas party the next night, and took a warm relaxing bath together; after which I hurriedly (needlessly, as I would find out later) put on my robe and went to hang the rest of my mistletoe ornaments throughout the house. The one around my neck hung just where I wanted it to, between my belly button and the top of my cock. I turned on Harry Connick Jr.'s Christmas album and got us each a drink. I was standing in the entryway below the mistletoe when she came strutting down the hall. I say strutting because the three and a half inch tall red stiletto pumps she was wearing with her terrycloth robe made her hips sway sensually and the hem of her robe dance wickedly as she walked towards me. Wow! What a sight, her 95 pounds are spread deliciously over her 34C-24-34 five foot three inch frame, but her sparkling blue eyes and radiant smile are what truly makes her beautiful-and boy was she smiling brightly. I was so mesmerized by her glowing beauty that I didn't even think that her stiletto heels were out of place following a day's end bath. She glanced up at the mistletoe, and then back at me and asked, "Are you waiting there for me?"
"We didn't get a chance to test drive it earlier, so I figured I would hang out here and see what happened," I replied. She wrapped her arms around me and we shared a languid kiss, nothing frenzied or rushed, but deep and passionate nonetheless. It lasted about thirty seconds, but felt so much shorter, and as our lips parted I kissed her cheek and then her ear lobe. "I love you," I whispered into her ear; she hugged me a little tighter and kissed me again, a little longer this time but still controlled. Kissing that way always turns her on, and since turning her on was an essential part of my plan I lingered on her lips. I handed her a drink and wrapped my arm around her waist to guide her towards our family room.
Another mistletoe arrangement hung in the center of the arched doorway and she pivoted into me as she moved underneath it, "Shall we test this one too?" she asked playfully as she tilted her lips up towards mine. "But of course", I replied and pulled her up against me as we kissed. The flushing of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips against mine, her quickening heart rate beating against my chest and the increasing warmth of her body pressing against mine let me know that she was getting aroused.
"I think we should enjoy our drinks in by the fire," I said after our lips broke apart this time. The Christmas tree looked fantastic as the reddish gold flickering firelight highlighted the ornaments, tinsel and brightly wrapped packages. I set my drink on the table as we slipped through the door and as Loretta stepped under the first of the two ceiling fans in the room I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her behind the ear. My cock was beginning to thicken and pushed against her back. She pushed back into me as she twisted around to kiss my lips again. She gave me no clue if she felt the ornament pressing into her along with my swelling prick.
I reached for the belt to her robe "Naughty, naughty! Aren't you worried that Santa might be watching?" she said as she playfully pushed my hands away. "By the way I like all of the mistletoe you've hung up, and I think I'm just going to have to kiss you under each bit of it"
I quickly ushered her beneath the other ceiling fan for our next kiss. This time she slowly ground her pelvis against my now stiff cock as we explored each others lips; she was obviously very turned on. I glanced at the television-and there we were on screen in front of our Christmas tree kissing passionately; the small red light on the digital camcorder stared back at me-it was time to hatch my plan. I turned a little to improve the televisions image of us, "So, I get a passionate kiss tonight beneath each and every sprig of mistletoe, do I?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"I think you've earned it, after all you have been a good boy this year haven't you?" she replied.
"I think I've been a very good boy this year," I said as I slowly unbelted my robe and began to shrug it off of my shoulders.
"What are you doing?" she asked as my robe fell away and the red velvety ribbon holding my hidden mistletoe came into view. She relaxed her hug a bit to let my robe fall completely off, and giggled when she saw my mistletoe talisman dangling in front of my black silk boxer shorts, now pushed over to the side by my hard cock trying to push its way out. She adores these shorts; keeping them perfumed with my after shave lotion-they are the only pair of underwear, male or female, in the whole house. Her smile broadened and she smartly reached for the belt to her robe and slowly undid it, "You're not the only one with a sexy surprise around here tonight Bucko!" she announced as she sensuously slipped her robe off. It made a dull thumping noise as it crumpled onto the carpet; and there in front of me stood my wife of 17 years in a red velvet Santa's helper baby doll teddy complete with white feathery trim around the hem.
She looked incredible, "Wow! You look fantastic. Did Santa send you here to give me Christmas early?" I asked.