Penny

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“YOU’RE GOING TO WAKE the kids.  They’ll come knocking thinking Santa is in here killing their mother.”  Malcolm’s behind me as I scream an orgasm into our pillows. 

We spent the last three hours wrapping presents, then when we finally made it to the bedroom, neither of us could wait to get to our Christmas Eve tradition.

Over the years, we’ve never not made love on Christmas Eve.  No matter how tired the five kids made us, no matter what time of the night we finally got to bed after marathon gift wrapping sessions.

It’s how we started. It’s our true anniversary, and our desire for each other has no waned in the ten years we’ve been together.

“Good girl.  I love the way your ass grabs my cock when you cum.”

The waves of bliss slow as he begins to slip in and out of me again.  Taking me this way, deep in my behind surprisingly is one of my favorite ways for him to fuck me.

It took a couple of months of preparation way back, but when he finally sunk into but when he finally sunk into me, I found my new favorite position. I’ve been addicted to this naughty pleasure ever since. I’ve been addicted to this naughty pleasure ever since.

His hips churn as I turn my head to the side, stifled moans now replacing the loud scream of pleasure from my climax.  My pussy drips down the insides of my thighs.  Malcolm is insatiable for my taste and rarely does a day go by that his mouth is not on me.  When we got to the bedroom the first thing he did, as every Christmas Eve, he sat me down on the massive carved throne looking chair in our bedroom and replayed the night in the village where he ate me out for the first time.

“Angel...fuck, you get better every year.  I love you.  You know that don’t you?”

His fingers dig into my hips, and his words are deep and throaty.

“Uh huh.”  Is all I can manage as he slips a hand down around my hip and begins to strum my clit with two fingers pushing me almost immediately toward the edge of another release.

“That’s my girl.  Give it to me.  Give me what I want.”  He rubs harder, in circles while a churning deep inside me grows.

His balls slap against my pussy as his cock stretches me and fingers play.

I’m gone.  I grab the pillow with both hands, bury my face into it to muffle my sounds.  Malcolm’s roar fills the room as he empties himself into me.

When we come down, we collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless but curled together as we usually are every night when we go to sleep.

“Ten years my angel.  I wouldn’t trade a day.”  He kisses the shell of my ear and shivers wrap up and down my damp flesh.

Malcolm reaches down and whips the covers up and over us.

“Me either. I love you.  More every year.”

As our breathing settles and a slight snore comes from my husband, my thoughts drift to everything that’s happened since that first night we spent in the Knight & Knight village.

Unfortunately, mom and dad divorced. But, it was for the best.  Dad now lives in a small cottage in the back of our property with a new lady friend that he met while doing some rehab for a new hip he got about five years back.  Mom still lives in the house where I grew up. Alone.  We keep in polite contact, but some relationships you have to realize are limited.  Or the people in them are limited.

She’s never gotten over the fact that I didn’t pursue my musical career.  I came to realize, although after Christmas Day ten years ago when I played in front of the group at the foster family’s house, I could play in front of a crowd.  But I had no real desire to make my art my career.

I still play, don’t get me wrong.  I play for free, for benefit concerts and for fun. And every day I play here at home.  Two of the kids seem to have taken a shine to music, but it will always be their choice how far they want to go with their talents and dreams.

We have five children.  Theo is nine.  Margaret is seven.  The twins Eli and Evan are five, and our youngest, Melody is three.

Raising our family has become my world. I never dreamed of becoming a mother before Malcolm, but once we were together and that first pregnancy test turned pink, it was like a light bulb went on and I found my real purpose in life.

Being Malcolm’s wife and the mother of  our children is my gift every day.

Malcolm still runs the business, although he spends less and less time there every year.  He’s on track  to retire in a few years, and he’s been able to shift most of his work to here at the house.

Randall is here as well as his sister, sleeping in the guest rooms as they’ve done every Christmas for the last nine years.  Willomena has a new husband, Terry, and he’s wonderful.  So nice to see them form a new family.

Although we’ve moved from the city, we still have Malcolm’s penthouse there and use it about once a month or so.  This place we bought just after our wedding which was exactly three months after we met.

We have fifty acres here, it’s an hour drive into the city but Aaron is still as loyal to Malcolm as ever, and actually, we bought him a small house close by to keep him in service and thank him for all the years he’s been with Malcolm.

The grandfather clock on the mail floor chimes softly three times. The sound drifting up the stairs and through the bedroom door.  I smile, remembering the first night when we heard that same hour on the Grandfather clock in the village.

What a way to start out but to us, it’s been perfect.

We’ve had our ups and downs, but through it all, Malcolm has remained my rock.  Even when I’m half-crazy from raising five kids, he’s there.  Listening to my ranting and my threats and when I’m done, he kisses me, and we figure out a way through whatever has me up ended.

He’s also been known to give me a good swat on the ass from time to time which I’ve come to enjoy and sometimes even need. 

We’ve also worked closely with the family where I played in their living room ten years ago.  The Murphy’s have become some of our closest friends, and Malcolm and I set up a trust fund to make sure they had all the resources they needed to keep their family on the right track.

As my eyes close, ten years of beautiful memories dance in my head. Malcolm pulls me closer to him even in his sleep, and the warmth of our bodies remind me of the warmth of our family. Of our love.  Of the meaning and joy of Christmas.

Tomorrow morning, as is tradition, I will be up in just a few hours with the kids.  Wearing my original Knight & Knight elf costume and handing out presents in our living room. Fire roaring, the mess of wrapping paper everywhere, laughter and screeches from the children filling the room.

Malcolm sighs into my ear, and I turn my head around to kiss his shoulder.

“Love you, angel.”  He mummers half asleep.

“I love you too.  Merry Christmas.”