Christmas Eve with Gloryhole Glenda - Sex Stories

Christmas Eve with Gloryhole Glenda

... She saw the large deck, fire pit, hot tub, and pool. I could hear the happiness and awe in her voice as she said, “Very nice!”

“You can smoke in the back yard, but not in the house.”

I unlocked the door and walked in. “Put the wine in the fridge and look around a little, then meet me in the basement, okay?”

“Sure.”

In the basement rec room, I turned on the projector and lowered the screen. I sat in the middle of the couch, which was between a pair of recliners. I waited for her to come down and see the re-run of a hockey game on the wall-size screen. Sometimes the players’ images were as large as I was.

I saw her come down the lower part of the stairs with a gigantic smile on her face. “This place is HUGE! Four bedrooms and two bathrooms!”

I corrected her, “Three bathrooms. There’s one in the basement too, over there.”

“And it has two fireplaces! And how did you know I love hockey?”

“Your dad complained you wanted to see hockey instead of football, and I know you like football too.”

She jumped over the back of the sofa landing next to me, then asked, “So which team’s ahead?”

“This is an old game, from a few years ago. The Redwings won, two nothing, it just started. Do you want to go look at the…”

She interrupted, “Shut up and watch.” I smiled and put an arm over her shoulders.

During a commercial I got up to get us some chips. I reached in the mini-fridge for a beer and asked her, “Do you want a cola, or a beer?”

“YOU’LL LET ME DRINK ...

... TOO?”

“Only at home, if we’re not going anywhere.”

“AWESOME!”

At the end of the second period, she got up. “I want a cigarette. Back soon.”

I said, “I guess you can smoke in the basement too. Use a can for an ashtray.” When the game was over, we brought wine and food to the back yard, and had grilled chicken and baked potatoes cooked on the fire pit. The sun went down, and she sat in my lap. We shared a glass of wine looking at the stars, then had slow, romantic sex in the hot tub in the dark. We climbed from the tub and she had another glass of wine with me. By the light of the fire, I held her chin in my hand. I said, “Cindy, I love your pretty face, and that wonderful smile that always melts my heart. I love hugging and kissing you, getting great blowjobs from you, and making love to you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody before. I love you.”

“I love you too, James! I love you so much!” I kissed her lips, as she cried with happiness. We made love in my bed again before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. Once we woke in the morning, I let her smoke anywhere in the house. It made her happy, and watching her suck was very sexy. Each time I stared at her pretty pink lips, sucking puff after puff of smoke from the cigarette, wishing it were my dick instead.

I planned to ask her to marry me when I brought her home, so that Glenda could share our joy. We had a terrible shock when we got there. Glenda had called for an ambulance, but was gone by ...