"I just feel so bad for her honey. It's Christmas. She's in there alone in her bed all cold in her room and we're in here all snuggled up together. Surely you can't want her to be stuck alone tonight of all nights?"
My wife is a totally beautiful woman both inside and out. She's warm and caring to the point of fault. She always wants the best for everyone in her life. She's the type of person who will leave a tip that's too big because she feels sorry for the waitress. She will give beggars a ten dollar note rather than a nickel because "they have nice eyes". She would give away the shirt off her back if she knew someone was cold. She once loaned our car to the neighborhood kids so they could drive a thousand miles to a concert. They totaled the car and all she said was that she probably -probably - wouldn't loan it to them again.
She did the next month.
So yeah, generous to a fault. Most guys would get mad about this kind of stuff but I can't. You see she's the same to me. She always gives me the best of herself. I give her the best of my self. It works so amazingly well.
We' had a lovely Christmas Day. The family were over. We'd done presents in the morning, gone for a walk, given away far too much money to beggars and at church, eaten a fuckload of turkey, and played board games and sung songs all night. Now the house was all settled down and we were finally tucked up in bed together. Lucy had worn my favorite lingerie to bed too. It was a black and red combo - lots of frills, pretty stockings, bows, the lot. When we had started to get down to the final pleasure of the day she had confessed to being distracted.
"Why are you so distracted babe?" I'd asked. "It's like you're not even paying attention to me. You don't even know I'm here. That's not like you."
That was when she had confessed she was thinking about our daughter.
"I just feel so bad for her honey. It's Christmas. She's in there alone in her bed all cold in her room and we're in here all snuggled up together. Surely you can't want her to be stuck alone tonight of all nights?"
I slid up from between my wife's legs and rested my head next to hers. My mouth tasted of delicious pussy and minced pie. "Babe, she's twenty years old. I'm sure she's just fine in bed on her own."
"She won't be." My wife sighed. "I remember family Christmases from when I was her age. Everyone else was tucked up in bed with someone else apart from me and my brother. Mom and dad were together. My uncle and aunt were together. Fuck, even grandpa was holed up with that young girlfriend of his. There I was all alone in bed, listening to the sounds of everyone else chatting away and I had only myself for company."
I thought back on that. "I wish I'd been there for you." I said.
She smiled her pretty full lipped smile. "Me too honey. We would have had fun that night. Probably the same kind of fun that everyone else was having."
I laughed softly. "Were they?"
"Yes they were. They were all fucking. I could hear the creaks and groans right down the hallway. You know how Christmas is. Everyone forgets about the usual niceties and just has a good time. It was fucking annoying."
"Or annoying fucking?" I said playfully.
"Yeah that too!" She giggled. My wife has a filthy sense of humor. She also has a filthy sense of everything else in bed.
"I bet you wanked that night." I teased her.
"No..." She broke my gaze and looked away into the darkness, grinning. "No I didn't."
"Oh really?" I asked. "That was the one night you didn't?"
She smacked me hard on the arm. "No! There were plenty of nights I didn't, thank you very much! I wasn't that desperate for company."
I knew about my wife's sexual history. Let's just say that she had experienced both guys and gals before we met. In one case she'd had a hot and torrid six week affair with a transsexual. She loves the whole boobs and cock thing but she'd hated the attitude and competition for clothes.
"Sooooooo?" She asked.
"You want to bring her in here don't you?" I sighed. "But what about...?" I gestured to her sexy outfit. She still had the whole thing on apart from the panties. I'd just been about to get down to it, was warming up her delicious pussy with my needy mouth, and now she wanted to bring our daughter into the bed for the night. That would mean the end of everything obviously.
"You can have me any night honey. This is just one night." She fluttered her eyelashes at me. Yes, she actually does that. No, it doesn't always work.
"I tell you what." She said thoughtfully. "I'll give you an extra Christmas present if you say yes."
"Really?" That peaked my interest. The way she'd said it alluded to something rather exciting. Something sexual.
"Really." She nodded. "I'll even let you choose what it is. What do you really want?"
I grinned. "You know what I want."
Lucy smiled. "You want my ass don't you? Wrapped around your big old cock?" Her hand was on said cock in a flash. She wrapped her fingers around it. She moved her grip back and forth slowly.
"Oh yes." I replied. "I want to fuck your pretty ass until you scream."
She licked her lips. Lucy enjoys anal sex. She just has problems fitting my dick in her. Not that I'm long. I'm not. I am thick though. Six inches long and three of Lucy's fingers thick. She can barely wrap her fingers around me. She reckons that length is overrated but width is always welcome.
I coughed. "Babe, if we're going to invited our daughter in here shouldn't you stop that? I'm going to need to get soft and that ain't going to happen if you keep doing that."
She laughed and took her hand off. I sighed. I had hoped she'd forget about the whole thing and go back to what we were doing.
Don't get me wrong I love our daughter. We've managed to raised a sweet, funny, and happy young woman who is doing well at her job at the local law firm. She's a model in her spare time. She has her mother's looks and laugh. The family joke is that all she got from me is my sense of humor and my eyes. There were all the usual comments about me being cuckolded. I knew Abi was mine. I hadn't let Lucy fuck anyone else in between the time we'd decided to have a kid and the time Abi was conceived. She'd had to use her mouth instead. It'd been fun trying to find creative ways to share my wife.
"Oh I don't know." She grinned evilly. "It'd be funny to see you trying to hide it from her!"
I scowled. Lucy loves to make jokes about me and Abi. Sure we flirted but it was just normal dad-daughter stuff. Nothing serious. Abi is a gorgeous twenty year old, pretty hair, pretty eyes, long legs, strong abs, and she has her mother's firm high boobs. She really is a stunner. I enjoy flirting with her. Secretly I'll tell you I like looking at her too. Most people like looking at Abi.
"Fine." I huffed. "I'll put my pajamas on. You put yours on. We'll have her in here for one night. One night though okay? She's not a kid any more and this bed isn't big enough for three people."
"Honey this bed is big enough for four." Lucy said as she climbed out of it. I looked sadly at the firm globes of her sexy ass as she went.
"True. We found that out when we had the Jacksons over that time." I remembered that time fondly.
"And the Blakes." My wife winked. "You enjoyed that night didn't you?"
"Watching you with twins? Fuck yeah." I grinned. "A guy and a woman. They were funky."
