Jansen
“Can I confess something?” Ana’s tucked against my chest, her crimson shirt soft and smooth against my skin.
I curl my arms around her waist and pull her closer. “We know you still don’t like coffee.”
“That’s not true!”
From the other end of the loveseat, where he’s massaging her tired feet, Derek says, “You like milk and vanilla syrup with a splash of coffee.”
Her laughter mingles with the holiday music playing quietly in the background. “Okay, that might be true, but the milk and syrup wouldn’t taste nearly as good without your coffee in it.”
“What is it you want to confess?” Gently, I rest my cheek on the top of her head and breathe in the warm, familiar scent of the woman I love. Though she always smells like Ana, she often changes lotion and other body products with the season, and right now, her sweet vanilla peppermint fragrance makes me want to lick her head to toe.
“Way, way back, when we were still doing things in secret, when I didn’t know you as well as I do now …”
I murmur a sound to encourage her to continue.
“I never thought the two of you were boyfriend material, much less life partners, or husbands.”
Though our union isn’t legally recognized, and Ana seems to prefer calling us her life partners, I am one hundred percent her husband, committed to her for better or worse, until death do us part.
We said vows along those lines last summer, all of our family in attendance for a ceremony and celebration. Even my parents were there, and though I would never call them enthusiastic, knowing them as well as I do, I can tell they approve of Ana more than they’ve ever approved of my professional choices.
Predictably, they’re not as accepting of our unconventional three-person relationship, but as long as they don’t say anything that disrespects my wife or my partner, I’m fine with them feeling however they want about the situation.
I’m happy—the happiest I’ve ever been in my life—and as long as Ana and Derek are feeling the same way, that’s all that matters to me.
“You used to seem a world apart, and I couldn’t imagine the two of you fitting in with my friends, or fitting into my life,” Ana says. “Tonight, I couldn’t help but remember those old thoughts, and laugh about them while I watched you both mingling with everyone at the party, making small talk like it was your job.”
“I suppose we’ve changed since we met you.”
She laughs at this too, a light sparkling sound that has me squeezing her closer.
Aside from the sex, which was undeniably incredible, I don’t know what Ana ever saw in us, but I’m glad she saw something. I’m glad she was patient, and I work hard now so she doesn’t ever need to be patient with me again.
“Did you see Jessie’s face when you walked out in the Santa costume?” Ana asks.
“I did.” The little girl’s gleeful smile had me daydreaming about the family we’ll have one day, when we’re ready.
We’ve talked about it, and children are definitely part of the plan—when Ana’s ready, and when Derek and I either slow the growth of Community Bean, or hand off one of the reins to someone else. We intend to be very hands-on dads.
In the meantime, we’re getting the nest ready, as Ana puts it. We recently moved into a big house with a yard in an area with great schools. A key feature of the home is an extra-large master bedroom that’s big enough to hold the extra-large bed we had specially made.
There’s plenty of space for entertaining, and it was great to be able to have family, friends, and much of Community Bean’s corporate staff over tonight for our holiday party.
By far, my favorite room in the house is Ana’s library. We’re still working on stocking it with books, but there are already dozens on the built-in shelves, and several places for her to relax and read.
Why is it my favorite room when all I read are financial reports? Because sometimes Ana holds storytime, where she reads aloud from romance novels as Derek and I see how many orgasms we can give her.
It turns out our girl gets extra turned on when she’s reading smut, and I’m grateful to her favorite authors for adding this extra dimension to our love lives. I enjoy providing the dirty talk myself sometimes, but I also love hearing Ana read dirty things while my mouth is full of her delicious pussy.
“My face lit up too, because you were the sexiest Santa I ever saw,” she says, bringing me back to the present moment, the three of us in front of the fireplace, the Christmas tree sparkling nearby.
“Is that right?”
She twists her head to offer her lips, and I eagerly meet them with a kiss.
I brush strands of her dark hair back from her face. “Are you tired?”
She shakes her head. “Not really. Only my feet. I’m still energized from the party.”
“How about more wine?” Derek asks.
“Sounds good.”
He gives me a look, and I know immediately what he has in mind. Ana doesn’t know it yet, but we bought two Santa costumes.
Derek
Our new home is shining brightly, beautifully decorated for the holiday season, and I have no idea how Ana managed to do it.
She made similar, though much more subtle improvements to the Community Bean office when she worked there, so I shouldn’t be surprised by her talent, but I continue to be impressed. Our home is warm and welcoming, though any place where Ana lives would feel like home to me.
It was hard at first, when she quit working at the office. I missed seeing her during the day, but the pleasure of being able to come home to her now more than makes up for it.
Her smile dissolves the stresses of the hardest day, and I’m never happier than when Jansen and I can provide that same relief to her, listening to her troubles and doing whatever she needs to feel better.
I have a good idea that I’m about to be treated to one of her smiles in a few seconds, as Jansen and I return to the living room wearing the Santa costumes.
She’s taking a drink from her glass and doesn’t notice us until he starts the music, a playlist he calls “Stripping Time,” that we’ve used on a few occasions over the past year.
“What? Oh my gosh!” Her eyes dart back and forth between the two of us. “I haven’t had that much to drink but I’m seeing double!”
We start to pump our hips and gyrate for her. I like to think our moves have gotten better with practice, but I also don’t think Ana cares if we don’t dance as well as the men in some of her favorite books.
The fur-lined clothing is hot, so I don’t waste time in pulling off the shirt. I straddle Ana’s legs and grab her hands, running them down my chest and over my abs, teasing her by getting close to the bulge in my red pants, but not letting her touch.
I turn around and shake my backside, and she laughs and screams in delight, whistling and yelling, “Ho, ho, ho!” Another advantage to our new home: no close neighbors to hear us carrying on.
Jansen takes my place in front of her, thrusting his pelvis as Ana touches him wherever she can reach. She squeals when he helps her slide her hand down the front of his pants.
As the song ends, I retrieve the sack that we left near the hallway. “Have you been a good girl this year?”
Her eyes are wide as she nods. “As far as I know, I’m on the nice list.”
“You definitely are,” I say. “You’re also on the sexy as hell list, and the best person in the world list.”
“Aww. So are both of you.”
I settle into one of the chairs and pat my leg. “Want to come sit on Santa’s lap?”
Ana bites her bottom lip and nods eagerly. “I want to come sit on Santa’s hard cock.”
“Be patient. Gifts first.”
“Gifts? But it’s not Christmas yet.”
Jansen takes her hand and leads her over to me. “Then I guess we’re being naughty.”
With Jansen’s support, Ana climbs onto my lap, taking the opportunity to wiggle around as she gets situated, giving me a devilish grin that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I groan as I put a wrapped box in her hands. “Hurry and open this.” If she doesn’t stop rubbing herself on my erection, I’m going to have to cut this short.
She shakes the gift, trying to guess its contents, before she unwraps it. “Aww, this is perfect.” She reads the message on the custom mug aloud: “I like my books how I like my coffee—hot and steamy.”
“This one next.” Jansen hands her another box, which she opens to reveal the holiday lingerie we picked out, a tiny gown made of sheer green fabric, trimmed with white lace and a red bow.
“Ooh, pretty. Should I go put this on now?”
“One more first.” I reach into the bottom of the sack to find the last box, which is tied with a ribbon.
“You spoil me,” she says as her fingers work to open it.
“You deserve everything and more.”
She’s quiet as she lifts the lid and finds the necklace inside, a delicate gold chain with three hearts linked together in infinity. Her eyes edge with tears as she whispers, “I love it. It’s beautiful.”
“Not nearly as beautiful as you, Ana.”
She leans in for a long kiss, then pulls back to make space for Jansen to lean down and take his turn. “I love you both so much,” she says.
“We love you, too. More than you’ll know.”
Her hand strokes along my jaw. “Oh, I know. Because you show me every day, and because I feel the same way.”
“We’ll never stop showing you,” Jansen says as he takes her hand in his.
“So … should I try on the new nightie?”
I brush my thumb over her bottom lip and savor the smile that’s in her beautiful brown eyes. “That would be a waste of time right now, because we’d just have you back out of it in a matter of seconds.”
“Fair enough. Can I confess one more thing?”
I undo a button on her blouse and slip one side down, exposing her shoulder. “What’s that?”
“I think I just developed a new Santa fantasy. I might need to see if there are smutty romance books out there featuring Kris Kringle.”
After wrapping her arms around my neck, I grab hold of her sweet ass and get to my feet. “Or we could go create our own story right now.”
“Sounds perfect,” she purrs, her warm curves pressing against me as I carry her into our bedroom, where Jansen and I do our damnedest to make sure all three of us end up on the naughty list.
©2024 Stephanie Brother
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