But that was okay because Rod kept spares over at his house.
Tex and I had ended up moving to the other side of the mountain so we could be closer to Rod. We were renting out the cabin for now, but we planned to move back when the kids were older.
That first year, Tex had been so afraid that Rod was on the verge of death. But all that man had needed was a better diet and more exercise. He and Sally the horse were now the pinnacles of health.
I’d gotten him squared away, and thenMildredhad done the rest. She was the golden oldie who caught Rod’s eye. They’d had a whirlwind romance, just like us. And now they were married, too.
Elsie came out of her bedroom. “Momma? What’s all that noise?”
She’d just woken up from her nap.
“Your brother just got excited to go see Rod. They’re going fishing today. And you, my little munchkin, are going over to Courtney and Jasper’s place to see Rachel.”
Elsie and Rachel were best friends. And their little slumber party meant Tex and I would get somemuchneeded alone time.
Tex was sitting in his favorite chair reading the paper. Or pretending to. I knew his mind was already elsewhere.
A few minutes later, after I’d packed up Elsie’s lunch, Courtney showed up with Rachel and ferried her away.
The house was finally quiet. I turned to look at Tex, but the chair was empty.
“Tex? Where did you go? I’m ready to jump your bones! The kids are finally gone.”
“Come upstairs,” he rumbled.
Hm. Okay. Maybe the man had a surprise for me.
I climbed the stairs and headed to our bedroom.
When I opened the door, I couldn’t help laughing. “What are you doing, Tex?”
He shook his head. “I’m not Tex today. I’m Santa. Why don’t you come over here and tell me if you’ve been a good little elf this year?”
That’s when I noticed my candy cane thigh-highs laid out on the bed. “Are those for me?”
“Yup. You better strip out of your clothes and put these on before you climb up on my lap.”
I noticed something else then, too.
Santa’s cock was out. And he was hard as a stallion.
The only downside to having kids was that it made it harder to find alone time for us to play naughty-or-nice with each other.
I stripped out of my clothes, with Santa’s eyes on me the whole time. Then, I slowly put those candy-cane thigh-highs on.
Once that was done, I did exactly as instructed. This was one of Tex’s favorite games to play with me. He’d rediscovered his Christmas spirit, and now he loved Christmasallthe time. We even kept a tiny tree out the whole year.
I climbed up onto my Santa’s lap, already wet for him.
As he was licking his lips, ready to kiss my breasts, I slipped myself down onto his cock.
The groan he let out as he filled me made me know thatwehadn’t lost it. You know, that spark of sexual synergy that two people could have. It was either there or it wasn’t.
And for us, it was there at a thousand percent heat every minute of the day.
I started riding him as he asked, “So you’ve been a good little elf? Prove it to me. Ride Santa’s cock. Yeah, baby, that’s it. Oh, shit, Chloe. That’s good. Oh, you’re good. You’re definitely not on the naughty list this year.”
Pushing him back onto the bed, I asked, “Are you sure about that? I think I’ve beenverynaughty. And I might need you to punish me for it a little later on.”
