Page 196 of Santa Daddies
“The eggnog?”
“That too…”
“Any other favorites, Daddy?”
“Getting to unwrap my naughty wife.” I set my cup aside and kneel in front of her.
She lets go of the top of the blanket. Loren and I grab it at the same time, but pull in opposite directions.
He gasps and lets go. Why would he gasp at getting a peek of her being naked? We see her that way every day, even though it doesn’t always lead to sex.
I toss the blanket out of the way and find out why he gasped.
Bellamie’s saying, “Merry Christmas,” as I say, “Bellie, what did you do?”
It’s not really a question ofwhatsince I recognize the red rope she’s used to create the shibari pattern she’s tied each leg into… a teardrop futomomo. My shock comes from the beauty of her work. And with her legs bent and tied independently, I have a front row seat to see her sweet, wet pussy.
“I thought you’d like it.” She wraps her arms around her bent legs, drawing them toward each other, restricting my view.
“Oh! I do! I didn’t know you’d been practicing shibari.”
“When did you have time to learn this?” Loren traces his hands over her bound legs.
She smiles proudly. “Most of the practicing was before the twins were born. But I’ve stolen a moment here and there.”
“You’re full of surprises.”
“I’d rather be full of cock.”
“Not a problem.” I stand and strip my clothes while Loren does the same.
Sliding her onto her back, her bound legs fall open. Best fucking gift ever.
I grab two throw pillows from the couch and put one beside either leg for support.
Loren checks in while I gawk. “Is that okay?”
“Thank you, yes.”
Dragging my fingers over the intricate ropework, I ask, “What’s the plan, Loren?”
He glances at his easel in the corner. “I don’t have one.”
“Mind if I propose one?” I ask.
“Not at all.”
We wait for Bellamie to answer and she doesn’t mind either.
“This might be the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
“You always say that.” Bellie reaches a hand out to me.
I kiss her fingers. “I know. The truth is you’re always the most beautiful every time I lay my eyes on you”. Actually, my all-time favorite was when she let us do a very careful shibari session while her belly was swollen with our babies. We turned it into a photo shoot and I have an album full of images that remind me of the trust that binds us.
“So what’s your plan?” Loren asks. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
“I want to watch you two make love in front of the Christmas tree. If it wasn’t for you, Loren, none of this would be possible.”
