A Xmas present

He rolled over onto his back and though he had only been in bed a short while he wasn’t able to sleep. His eyes open and looking up he could barely make out the ceiling from the small amount of light coming through the window.
Next to him Gemma, his wife was already sound asleep.

He closed his eyes once more, this time his mind willing himself to sleep but it was fruitless. Down below he felt a stirring between his legs as once more his mind played over the days events.

The whole of the day had been fun, the evening especially so. It was that time of year…..a time filled with Xmas spirit, where everyone could and did, enjoy themselves. Even Cathy’s parents, who had come down for the holiday had joined in the fun, moreso with the kids. Living two hundred miles away they didn’t see them as much as they would have liked and so took the time to join in whatever they were doing.

As he continued to lay there, looking up at the few shadows dancing on the ceiling, he recalled the game of Twister they had played.

He’d known they would be playing that particular game, he’d seen the box in the weeks leading up to Xmas and had even commented to Cathy how he was looking forward to it. It was a childish game, true enough, but he could see himself having fun all the same. He hadn’t been disappointed. It had been more fun than he’d expected. Everyone had had a good laugh. Everyone had enjoyed themselves but for him, there’d been more than just fun attached to it.

They’d been side by side on the game sheet, reaching for their respective colours and as their bodies had touched it had felt like someone had passed an electric current between them.

He knew, just like he’d felt she did, there was far more to it than just the game. He’d sensed her arousal. He’d felt her body tremble as they had touched, sure, like him, she had wanted more. It was this thought that was now preventing his sleep.

Throughout the evening he’d sat next to her on the sofa. Sure, he’d been aware her hubby seemed to be looking at the two of them more often than usual, but in truth, that had only made it all the more exciting and, with the evening being so light-hearted, he’d been able to take the opportunity to slide his arm along the top of the sofa, just above her shoulders. He’d been sorely tempted to let his arm drop all the way down to rest there but had decided that was maybe a risk too far. Instead he confined himself to the occasional rubbing of his knee against her thigh.

He closed his eyes and tried to shake these thoughts from his mind, for to do so would surely allow him to sleep, but he was fighting a losing battle and gently pulling off the duvet, careful not to disturb his wife, he climbed out of bed. He needed a drink. He needed to try and clear his head.

They had planned to go home but with the kiddies having crashed out halfway through the evening, they’d agreed to stay overnight.

The house, though old and somewhat rambling, was nonetheless roomy. The five good sized bedrooms more than enough space to accommodate everyone comfortably. Now as he crossed the floor, heading for the bedroom door he thought of Cathy lying in her bed in the adjoining bedroom. In his minds eye he could see her dressed as she was earlier in the evening. She’d looked so good all in black. A sexy black, close fit cardigan. One that undeniably outlined her best features. Her black knee length skirt and, he knew from the game of twister they had played, the black nylons she wore were stockings. He’d glimpsed her stocking tops together with a hint of her suspenders. It had been so arousing for him. What’s more, she’d known he, like the others, like her hubby, had been looking and she’d done nothing to hide them.

He didn’t have a dressing gown to put on and though he could feel his cock stirring inside his briefs, as everyone else was already in bed he didn’t feel it mattered.

He opened the bedroom door and quietly stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Crossing the landing he began to descend the stairs, his footsteps silent on the soft carpet.

At the foot of the stairs he turned to see the kitchen door was very slightly ajar with a dim light shining through the crack. He wondered who might be up, he hadn’t heard anyone coming downstairs and thought about turning back and returning to his bedroom, especially given how he was dressed, but curiosity got the better of him.

He made his way towards the kitchen and silently eased open the door. What he saw had his cock instantly stirring again.

Cathy was stood by the worktop, her back towards him completely unaware of his presence, drinking what was probably a coffee.

It was clear the noise he’d heard earlier while he’d been trying to get to sleep, hadn’t been Cathy and her hubby going to bed, but just hubby, for Cathy was still in the clothes she’d been wearing that day.

Rick groaned inwardly as his eyes moved up and down the object of his desire. Again he felt his cock respond. It started to rise, filling his briefs more and more as he took in the sight of her delightful body.

She was balanced on one leg, using the worktop as support while the instep of her right foot gently rubbed up and down the calf of her left leg. Rick could almost sense how sexy those nylons would feel against his own flesh.

He knew then, just as lust took over, as he began to fantasise the forbidden, that he was going to have Cathy tonight whether she wanted it or not. And yes, he knew there might be consequences but was more than prepared to face them tomorrow.

He knew it was an opportunity not likely to be repeated all too soon. He decided to make his move. Feeling his heart in his mouth he stepped silently towards her, sneaking up behind.

Cathy jumped as he put one arm around her waist and one hand over her mouth, not wanting her to cry out in shock. He felt her body stiffen, before instantly relaxing as she recognised the voice telling her she wouldn’t get hurt if she did exactly as she was told.

Rick’s hand moved away from her mouth and jokingly she laughed and jested she’d do anything he ordered.

He held her there, not wanting to let go, Cathy’s beautiful slim neck so tantalisingly close. He was more than a little tempted to bend his head down and let his lips brush up and down it.

Cathy too couldn’t help but feel excited. Though she was yet to get a proper look at him, she was able to guess, from what was digging into her rear, he had very little on.

Still stood behind her, now with his hands resting on her waist he asked why she was still up.

She took a sip of her coffee, her attempt at acting nonchalant over what was happening, yet inside, feeling anything but.

“Hmmm I needed time to unwind before I went to bed. That’s all.” She answered..

Cathy felt his hands squeezing her waist and once more felt the familiar shiver of excitement course through her body. All at once it seemed wrong, the idea the two of them were now alone downstairs, while everyone else was upstairs, asleep

“Hmmm and what about you Andy? Why have you gotten up?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” he told her honestly. “I kept thinking about the fun we have had tonight.” He paused. “And we did have some fun too…… didn’t we Cathy?”

“Mmmm! Yes! she murmured, though unlike him, her mind wasn’t thinking so much of the games they’d played, but of how he’d been rubbing his knee up against her leg as they’d sat on the sofa. It had been exciting, unexpected and made all the more enjoyable by the presence of others.

She felt his hands tighten on her waist once more, snapping her from her thoughts.

“And I have to say, I enjoyed the show of stocking tops too Cathy.”

Cathy knew instantly he was referring to the game of Twister they had played.

“Hmmmm! I bet you did.” she replied, adding. “And why doesn’t that surprise me I wonder?”

“Oh believe me I did, and if I’m not mistaken I wasn’t the only one to notice was I? I think hubby noticed them too…..don’t you think?”

“Hmmmm! He might have.”

“Teasing him were you?” Rick asked.

She laughed again. “Let’s just say it’s a woman prerogative, besides which, it’s good to spice things up. A little teasing …dropping little innuendos to make him wonder.It doesn’t hurt any.”

“Well he’d have every reason to wonder, wouldn’t he Cathy?” he replied, finding their chat was adding to his already aroused state.

He felt his dick throb and wondered if she were able to feel it sticking into her rear. He eased her closer towards his body, wanting to make sure she did. Her movement suggested he’d been successful for he felt her try to move away.

“Hmmm! Behave yourself Rick!” she told him.

He smiled to himself and turned her around to face him but she was quick to move to one side.

Not wanting to lose his advantage, he grabbed at her waist and pressed her against the wall, his hands quick to reach for her wrists, lifting them high, trapping her against the wall with her wrists pinned above her head, his body against hers. The slight look of fear in her eyes only served to excite Rick even more. He leant forward and pressed his lips over hers.

“Mmmmmmm! Don’t Rick pleaseeee!” she gasped as she tried to struggle free.

“He pulled back but still held her there, pressed against the wall.

“Damn I want you Cathy. You’re one hell of a horny bitch! You’ve been winding me up all these months and now I think it’s time you had a taste of this.”

Holding one hand above her head he used his other to push her left hand down between their bodies, over his briefs. She tried to resist, then had to stifle a groan as she felt the outline of his huge, bulging cock being pressed against her fingers.

“Stop it Rick! Someone might come down!”

He smiled at her. “Oh I don’t think so Cathy. I think we both know everyone is well and truly asleep. It’s just you and me. Just what I’ve longed for all evening. My sexy Mum in law and me! And God do you look sexy!”

Cathy felt her body tingle at the sound of his words. It aroused her to know she was capable of turning him on with so little effort.

He pushed his body into hers, trapping her hand in between them, his cock swelling at her touch.

He leant forward and pressed his lips close to her ear.

“How about we have a dance Cathy? Just you and me?” he whispered.

Cathy was slightly taken aback by his suggestion.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late for dancing Rick?”

He smiled at her. “Not at all, besides, you and I haven’t had our Xmas dance yet!”

Still holding onto her wrists Cathy allowed him to lead her through into the lounge where, keeping the volume low, he selected some sexy, slow music. He dimmed the lights down low before turning towards her, pulling her close. His hands slid down to her buttocks, his fingertips squeezing them seductively over the material of her skirt as the two of them danced together in slow circles.

Cathy could feel his hardness pressing against her.