“You want to see what Santa brought you?” I ask Mary, as I sit with her on my lap and delve into the much smaller bag we have for her.
She gurgles and dribbles in response. I hand her a loosely wrapped present and watch closely while she tries to explore it. I’m able to take a healthy gulp of coffee without disrupting her and settle back in my seat watching my kids. Lisa joins us, looking gorgeous in a red velvet dress that nearly matches Mary’s.
“Merry Christmas, everyone.”
“Merry Christmas,” the room parrots and she comes to sit next to me, mug in hand.
The presents are all unwrapped in approximately ten minutes and the four of us adults watch with hearts growingthree sizes as Lucas and Oscar so very patiently show the twins how to play their new boardgame.
The grandparents all join us by ten and the Partridges arrive just before eleven. Lisa goes into Martha Stewart mode, busying herself in the kitchen rustling up what I know is going to be an amazing Christmas dinner. I do my thing, entertaining guests, fetching drinks keeping the kids from killing each other when they’ve decided to stop being little angels.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I find a quiet moment to take a look, expecting the usual season’s greetings from the office, my rugby friends, or other acquaintances but I frown when I see Lisa’s name.
WIFE:Meet me upstairs in five minutes. Our bedroom. I have a present for you. x
Hell yes. I look up ready to make my excuses, but everyone is already engaged in conversation, the kids playing with toys. So, I slip from the room and run quickly and as quietly up the stairs as I can. I contemplate stripping to my boxers to get things started but just in case I’m barking up the completely wrong tree, I decide against it.
Lisa comes into the room with a mischievous smile I feel I haven’t seen in a long time and clicks the door shut behind her. I can’t make any witty comments because she pounces, jumping up at me and wrapping her arms around my neck. The two of us fall to the bed, Lisa straddling my hips, her mouth locked on mine. I grip her lovely arse with both hands and plunge my tongue between her parted lips.
“Harry,” she moans my name, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
“Mm, my wife,” I murmur against her lips.
“Stop,” she breathes, and I do immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
She smiles and pecks my lips. “Nothing. But I want to give you your present.”
“I thought you were.”
She smiles wide and climbs off me, heading to our walk-in wardrobe and digging around until she comes out with a square present, the exact same size and shape as the family portraits we gifted the family. I try not to frown because I don’t want her to think me ungrateful…it’s just I was hoping for a sexy present, not a family photograph with her side of the family taken by my sister.
“Oh, you got me a copy?”
Her smile hides a secret as she passes me the package. “Just open it, Frosty.”
I rip the paper to find the tissue paper Nel uses to package her framed prints. When I look at her, she urges me to continue, so I rip through the pretty pink tissue and come face to…boobswith my wife. A lot of boobs. A lot of everything. About twelve photos collaged together in a mixture of colour and black and white, all of Lisa in varying degrees of undress.
Every version of Lisa that I love is staring back at me, her shy and reverent smile as she looks off to the side, her body language says modesty, but the black lace lingerie doesnot. Then there’s the vixen who begs me to fuck her, seemingly naked with her hand barely covering her nipple as she gives bedroom eyes to the camera. She’s incredible. Sexy, beautiful, confident. My smile aches my cheeks when I spot the centre photo, dressed in a white negligee not too dissimilar to the one I first met her in and long, purple silk gloves to her elbows.
“Babe, these are…” I trail off because words can’t describe what these are.
“Do you like them?” I tear my eyes away from the best gift I have ever received to see Lisa looking down at me with her bottom lip being abused by her teeth. Nervously awaiting my response.
“Likethem? Babe, I love them.”
“I was uh, a little nervous having them done, but Nel was great.”
“Not reminding me that my sister took these would be really great right about now,” I grumble and then a thoughthits me like a bucket of ice. “Was Jake there when you had this done?” I know he sometimes helps Nel out when her part-time assistant isn’t there.
Lisa smirks and I’m about ready to strangle my best friend before she speaks. “No, Jake wasn’t there. It was just me and Nel.” Relief floods my veins and warms me back up until her next statement. “But he did see those photos.”
“He what now?”
She giggles. “Okay so, you know when I freaked out yesterday and took everyone’s presents away?” I nod. “Well, Rhiannon had seen this present for you on our bed and brought it downstairs, mixing it in with the family gifts.”
My eyes widen. “Ooooooh.”
