Awakenings Ch. 25 - Sex Stories

Awakenings Ch. 25

... end?" "Definitely." "I was imagining that we were in our living room at home. I was sitting in the big easy chair. You and a male friend were on the other side of the room. He was sitting on the couch. He wasn't wearing his pants. You were kneeling on the floor between his legs giving him a blow job. From his expression it was obvious he was enjoying your skill." "That was what got you so excited?" "Yes, it was. You might as well face it. I'm now an avowed voyeur and a happy cuckold." Laughing, Jeanne said, "And I'm a shameless slut." "I couldn't ask for a better wife." "And I couldn't ask for a better husband. Merry Christmas, Michael." "Merry Christmas, Jeanne." We could have easily spent the rest of the evening fooling around, but it was Christmas Eve. Our daughters and Paul were here. We needed and wanted to be with them, so we quickly showered and dressed. At 6:30 sharp, Jeanne and I walked into the hotel bar on the River Walk. Tricia, Jodie and Paul were seated at a table drinking margaritas. We had a nice dinner in the hotel restaurant and then we took a stroll on the River Walk. ...

... After our stroll, all of us went up to our suite where we sipped Bailey's Irish Cream and traded stories about growing up. Tricia and Jodie took the opportunity to liberally chide Jeanne and me about our parenting skills. Paul grew up in a series of foster homes. His memories were limited, but the stories he told were heartwarming. Both my fondness and my empathy for him were rapidly growing. The next morning, Christmas morning, all five of us gathered in our suite again. We had room service bring us coffee, orange juice and sweet rolls. We drank coffee and ate rolls while we opened our presents. All of them were gift certificates inside cards, but that didn't matter. We were together and thinking about each other. That's what was really important. The hotel had a Christmas brunch buffet. We stuffed ourselves. Afterward we went back to our suite for a glass of port. I had a bottle of Sandeman's. We sipped port and talked about things that made us happy. Later that afternoon, Jodie, Tricia and Paul decided to go to a movie. That was fine with Jeanne and me. We had our own agenda. It was memorable.