Traci and Greg - More Stories Pt. 02

Traci and Greg - more stories part 2

Still Enjoying Married Life.

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As we moved into the beginning of Autumn of our first year of married life, I treated us to a better stereo system with Wi-Fi speakers around the house. We both had Sirius XM in our cars, so I set up the account for the house and tied it into the Sonos system on the PC so we could play our favorite channels in the house as well as all our CDs that I copied onto our PC's hard drive. It was after I made these improvements to our music system that I saw for the first time, aside from our wedding reception, how much Traci likes to dance.

Traci would sashay around the house twirling, swinging her hips and singing the songs she grew up with from the late nineties and early two-thousands (the turn of the century sounds so odd, doesn't it?). She seemed so energized with her little dance moves. Interestingly, she never mentioned to me that she liked dancing.

For my part I grew up on 70's & 80's classic rock, and I was more interested in listening as opposed to dancing, but I was willing to give it a try. So, for our 6-month anniversary I planned a weekend trip for the two of us to Louisville to go dancing at a 90's dance club - Howl at the Moon Louisville. The Howl at the Moon dance club is on 4th Street in downtown Louisville. I booked us 2 nights at the Embassy Suites, which is also on 4th street just a half-block's walk away from the dance club and several great restaurants.

Traci was supposed to be on-call that weekend, but surreptitiously I called Traci's partner, Anne, at the animal hospital and asked her if she would consider switching weeks with Traci covering the on-call for her so we could go on this trip. She readily agreed.

Of course, the trip could not be a complete surprise because Traci would need to pack, picking out her favorite dancing shoes and other essentials for the trip. So, I outlined my plan to Traci one night over dinner the week prior.

"I thought something was odd when Anne told me she wanted to switch weekends with me. She hates being on call almost as much as me, and to take it two weekends in a row surprised me," Traci replied. "Babe, I didn't know you liked to dance."

"Well, I'm not going to claim I'm very good at it, and it's quite possible you'll be on the dance floor with a bunch of other women some of the time after you wear me out, but I'm going to give it my best effort," I explained. "The other nice bit is the Embassy Suites is just a half-block walk so we don't have to worry about drinking too much at the club."

As the weekend approached, on Thursday night, Traci packed most of the things she wanted to take on the trip, saving the last-minute items until she got home from work on Friday afternoon. As things turned out, Traci had no patient appointments after 4:00 that day, so she was home early.

I picked some nice shirts and slacks when packing my suitcase, and some comfortable shoes for dancing, knowing though I would probably never be able to keep up with Traci on the dance floor. Traci packed some last-minute items as I was packing my razor, deodorant, cologne, lube, and other essentials into my shaving bag. Soon we were off, headed west.

It was almost 8:00PM when we got to Louisville; so, we checked into the hotel and ordered room service for dinner. Traci was in the bathroom when the food arrived, so I set the table and placed a nice anniversary card at her spot.

Of course, she opened the card when she came out of the bathroom. "Babe, it's not our anniversary," she said.

"Well, in a couple of days we will have been married for 6 months. That's an anniversary of sorts, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I suppose it is," Traci replied, "but I didn't get you anything. You're just way too romantic sometimes."

We enjoyed our dinner and spent the rest of the evening relaxing before heading to bed at 11:30.

In the morning, we had breakfast in the hotel restaurant before heading out to explore downtown Louisville. We had a great day sightseeing and exploring before popping into the Gordon Biersch Brewery Restaurant for an early dinner. It was a really great meal with each of us having a pint of one of their house-brewed lagers. Afterward, we returned to the hotel to relax a bit before getting dressed to go to the club.

I took a shower, shaved, and got dressed. When I came out of the bathroom, Traci was slipping into her dress, a royal blue sleeveless party dress with a V-neck that reached just slightly below her knee. She already had her stockings, garter, panty and bra on, so I missed the show watching her put on her lingerie. Traci was wearing her panties under the garter, so there would be no easy access to her delights before we got back to the hotel later. She was wearing a thong, which told me she wasn't tucking; but the dress flared wide at the bottom and had a high waist, so nothing would show even if she did get hard.

Traci had me zip the dress up in the back, when I noticed she was wearing a modest high heel and I wondered to myself how she would be able to dance the night away in high heels, but hey, she looked awesome.

It was 8:45 when we walked out of the hotel room and took the elevator to the lobby. It was just half-block to the club, so we declined the offer of a taxi when we went out the front door. The cover charge at the club was nominal, but the drinks were a bit pricey. They had a live band, and the club wasn't too busy yet, so we were able to get a table. Once the server brought our drinks and we established a tab, it was off to the dance floor.

I danced with Traci through three songs, before returning to our table for some sips of my beer. Traci was drinking a vodka/tonic, she took several sips before heading back out on the dance floor to dance with some of the other 'single' women on the dance floor. Of course, I don't know if they were unattached singles or just there to dance with their friends, but Traci was having the time of her life dancing with them. I figured I still had a lot to learn about Traci, because I never knew she loved to dance this much.

Anyway, she came back to the table for more sips, and I rejoined her on the dance floor. While we were dancing someone behind me grabbed my butt cheek and squeezed it for a good long time. I turned around to see a 20-something girl standing there, who suddenly looked shocked and shouted, "I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"No worries," I shouted back.

It was at this point I turned back to Traci and could see our table in the background. Some jackass was drinking Traci's drink. At the same time, I saw the server head that way and I stepped off the dance floor to alert her to this guy drinking Traci's drink. She had one of the bouncers escort him out of the club and she got Traci a new drink 'on the house.' The rest of the evening was uneventful from that perspective.

I danced with Traci about half the time, and she danced with those on the dance floor the rest of the time. By 11:45 she was energized and still going strong on the dance floor while I was tuckering out. I hadn't danced that much in probably 15 years. At 12:15AM, Traci came over to the table and asked if I was ready to go, so I paid for our tab, left the server a nice tip, and we headed out into the cool night air for the short walk back to the hotel. Traci was still energized and very animated, though she only had three drinks all night, so I knew she wasn't drunk, just high on the energy of the club.

We held hands all the way back to the hotel and all through the lobby. On the elevator, Traci grabbed my neck and pulled me to her for a passionate kiss wrapping her arms around my neck as she did. Ding, and the elevator door opened and without looking to see if this was even the correct floor Traci dragged me off the elevator and into the hallway. Luckily it was our floor and there wasn't a different floor with someone there waiting to get on.

Traci broke the kiss to say, "I had such a great time tonight. Thank you for the weekend." She continued as we wandered down the hall to our room, "Unzip my dress please?"

As we arrived at our room, I unzipped her dress and used our keycard to enter the room. As she walked in, Traci pushed the dress off her shoulders, it landed in a puddle on the floor as she kept walking. As we entered the living room of the suite, Traci turned and got on her knees pulling me close, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants, pushing them down my legs, taking my underwear with them. I was already standing at half-mast when Traci grabbed my cock and started licking it.

"Sweetie, I really need a shower first. I'm all sweaty, it can't taste good," I begged.

"Babe, it's fine. I want you just the way you are," she replied, continuing to lick my cock before putting it in her mouth. Having had three beers myself, my inhibitions were a bit lower, as was my self-control. In just a matter of 6- or 7-minutes Traci had me at the edge, my hips bucking as I ran my hand through her hair, I climaxed in her mouth groaning out loud, "Fuucckk."

I picked Traci up off the floor and kissed her passionately, our tongues swirling together along with the small amount of cum still in her mouth. Slowly walking her backward as we continued to kiss, I pushed Traci onto the bed. Kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed I began by slipping off her right high heel and kissing the top of her foot. That's when Traci objected, "Babe, don't, I'm sure my feet smell funky, I've been dancing in heels all night."

I ignored her protest and kissed the top of her foot and her ankle. Slowly making my way up her leg, when I got to her knee I reached up and unhooked the clasps of the garter steps and began carefully rolling the stocking back down her leg, kissing my way all the way down her naked leg until I got to her foot. Traci was sighing and quietly moaning all the time I was doing this, running her hand through my hair when she could reach my head. After tossing the stocking over my shoulder, I proceeded to do the same thing with her left leg. Once I got back down to her left foot, I playfully bit her big toe. Traci almost yelped in excitement.

Spreading her knees slightly so I could get between her legs, I kissed the outside of her panty. She was clearly aroused and moaned as I nibbled on her cock through her panty. Her cock head was just peeking out past the top hem of the panty, and I took a long lick swirling my tongue around the head.

Pushing her legs together I wiggled her thong under her garter straps and down her legs and off her feet, taking the opportunity to playfully bite her other big toe. Spreading her legs again, I slipped between them and started teasing her cock, nibbling on her ball sack, kissing the inside of her thighs, kissing her belly, her hips, doing everything I could to tease her without actually touching her cock. Finally, I took her cock in my mouth and Traci let out an, "Oh god."

My own erection was growing, so I figured I would give Traci what she loved most. Reaching the lube I had set on the nightstand earlier; I lubed Traci's anus and my cock. I leaned over her as I pushed my cock into her ass. Traci moaned, "Yes" as I did this and wrapped her arms around my neck. I picked her up and spun around sitting on the bed with Traci on my lap.

Reaching behind her I undid the clasp of her bra and slid it down off her shoulders. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I sucked on it, tenderly biting it, all to Traci's moaning approval. Giving equal attention to her other breast, Traci's breathing became ragged even though my cock was just firmly resting in her ass.

Glancing down, I noticed her ball sack had retreated significantly; Traci was getting ready to climax just from the touching and teasing of her nipples. I kept teasing her nipples and Traci began slowly wiggling on my cock. In a somewhat surprising turn of events, Traci hissed, "Oh god babe, I'm cumming." Traci's cock erupted, splattering both of us with her climax.

While she was still catching her breath, I picked Traci up and laid her on the table we had dinner on the night before. Slowly I began pushing my cock in and out of her. Traci continued moaning and thrashing her head from side to side as I kept rubbing her prostate with my cock on each inward push. Traci grabbed the edge of the table with both hands to keep from sliding away as I began pounding her ass with long strokes.

"Oh god, this can't happen yet. It's too soon, babe, you're gonna make me cum again, oh fuck mmeeeee!" As Traci climaxed, her only partially hard cock leaked clear fluid all over her belly as her back arched and her head thrashed about. Her frantic actions were all I needed to reach the tipping point, and I came in her ass with a low growl of my own.

As we recovered, I leaned forward to kiss Traci. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and while I was still somewhat firmly in her ass, I picked her up and carried her into the shower where we both rinsed off, Traci expelled her cream pie, and we took turns peeing on each other's leg, laughing as we did so. A different take on a golden shower that we had both said we weren't into when we discussed our sexual dos and don'ts when we first got together.

After drying off, we lay in bed together snuggling. Traci spoke softly, "Babe, that was awesome. Well, the whole weekend has been awesome. The way you plan things for us to do. The early dinner, the dancing at the club, and it was music I grew up with, not rap or too much hip-hop. It's simply awesome. I know I should have better words, I'm a PhD after all, but I don't know what to say. You just make me feel special, you make me feel desired, you make me loved."

"You ARE special to me, you ARE desired by me, and you ARE loved by me. But I also feel loved, special, and desired by you. Because of the way you make me feel, it makes me want to do things that let you know how much I care for you, that I notice things that interest you and listen when you tell me about your interests and desires."

"On a different matter," I continued, "It's already almost 2:00AM and we have to check out by 11:00AM, so how about if I set the alarm for 9:00 or 9:30 and we grab brunch somewhere on the way home?"

"Yeah, that sounds great."

I kissed Traci goodnight and spooned her until we both fell asleep.

In the morning, we were both awake before the alarm went off at 9:30, so we laid in bed snuggling until the alarm started beeping. We both quickly showered, dressed and packed our belongings for the trip home. Traci was wearing a snug pair of jeans with a pair of light-blue boy shorts underneath. She wore a loose-fitting cream colored short sleeved sweater on top, sans the bra. As with everything she wears, she looked amazing. The jeans hugged her tush perfectly.

Since it was still quite warm during the day, I was wearing a nice pair of cream-colored shorts with a powder-blue short sleeved polo shirt.

After we checked out, we loaded the car, when the valet asked what direction we were headed. I told him east on I-64. He told us there was a jack-knifed semi on I-64 just west of I-265. He suggested we take I-71 North, then I-265 south and then east on I-64. I thanked him for the heads-up and asked if he knew of a brunch place along that route and he suggested Malone's, which was just off I-265 at route 22. We thanked him again and I gave him a fiver for the good info and for taking good care of our car during our stay.

It was an easy drive to the restaurant. Though usually a lunch/dinner place, they have a nice Sunday brunch menu. Traci had the Lemon Ricotta Pancakes while I had the Homestyle Breakfast. The food was very good, the service was good as well and soon we headed east and home. The semi must still be in the clean-up stages because the traffic on I-64 east was extremely light.

The rest of the afternoon was spent on laundry and relaxing. Traci went out to get us a take-out dinner at Emilio's while I set the table and made us margaritas. I had the classic vinyl station on when Traci got home. Traci started to playfully shake her booty to Fame by David Bowie, exaggerating her hip movements to match the beat of the song. "See, I told you I could dance to the oldies."

"The oldies," I laughed, "this is classic rock and roll." "The oldies are songs from the 50's like Elvis and Chuck Berry," I protested.

"The oldies are anything played on the radio before I was born," Traci teased.

"Well, you know where the computer is, you can always change the channel."

Traci came over and tickled my ribs. "Oh no, I like listening to your music on occasion. It reminds me why I love you so much; it reminds me to take care of my old man," she teased, continuing to tickle me.

As we enjoyed our Mexican take-out and margaritas, we talked about the upcoming week. Unless there were some cancellations, it was already going to be a full week for Traci at the animal hospital. For the first time, she started talking about hiring a third veterinarian so she and Anne could get more regular breaks and accommodate the last-minute pet crises that really tend to overfill the schedule. The boarding and grooming side of the business was holding its own when it came to staffing; they just really needed an additional vet.

"Is that something you can discuss with your old professors or a placement counsellor at your alma mater," I asked?

"Yeah, I'm gonna do that and I'll see if Anne wants to reach out to her alma mater as well. By their PhD year many already have positions lined up, but perhaps we could find a good candidate from one of the incoming or graduating PhD students."

Traci and Anne worked on their plan, and from what Traci told me, they got leads on several good candidates and scheduled interviews, first by Zoom, and then later when they had a break in their schedule, they interviewed in person. In addition to being a DVM, the prospective employee must pass Licensing for the Commonwealth of Kentucky which includes passing the North American Veterinary Licensing Exam. In addition to all that, they must have something like 30 hours of continuing education each year between October 1st and September 30th of the following year.

At any rate, I try to stay as far away as I can from all that mess and simply provide an ear when Traci gets frustrated with it all.

As things proceeded in October, Halloween was upon us, as was getting the irrigation system blown-out for the winter and the pool closed up until spring. The hardest thing about those two on us was closing up the pool. Oh, it wasn't hard for me physically, we had a company come do that; I meant the emotional toll of NOT using the pool for 5 months. Traci and I really enjoy splashing around in the pool. But, I guess it will be spring soon enough.

Halloween was a bigger event for us than last year. We parked the cars on the street and set up spooky colored lights in the garage and we brought 2 of the Wi-Fi speakers out into the garage as well and played some Halloween themed music from Sirius XM. The neighborhood kids had fun, as did Traci and I giving out candy. We had about 50 kids this year, but that will likely go up next year as the contractors are well on their way with construction of the homes in the new subdivision next to ours. There will be two streets that connect from our subdivision to theirs.

We hosted Thanksgiving again this year for Traci's parents. Traci's dad was on his best behavior, and they left shortly after 9:00PM loaded with lots of leftover turkey, stuffing and pumpkin pie. I made the turkey and stuffing; Traci handled the mashed potatoes, gravy, and sauteed green beans. Traci's mom brought her cucumber salad. Frank, Traci's dad, brought the beer; 2 six packs of Mile Wide Beer Co. Brabble Blonde Ale. I admit it was pretty tasty, not overly hoppy. I'm not sure where he got it, but I've not seen it in any of the local liquor stores, though my guy who gets me Rolling Rock can probably order it if I want a case. Apparently, it's made in Louisville. Frank raved about it, so it inspired me that it might make a good Christmas gift for him.

Mom, Traci's mom, really liked the reading area in the loft upstairs. She agrees that Traci made good furniture choices. Surprisingly, both Mom and Frank actually wanted to see and run trains, so we spent an hour downstairs after dinner, and before homemade pumpkin pie, running some trains. Traci had to keep an eye on her mom though because she wasn't paying attention and almost ran into the back of Frank's train. Traci was becoming a pretty good operator in our round-robin group.

After dessert and watching some of the third football game of the day, Mom and Frank went on their way home, as I said earlier, loaded with leftovers. When they were down the driveway and gone, Traci did a quick run through the house to make sure they didn't forget something before pushing me up against the kitchen counter and wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her for a very passionate kiss. "Is the front door locked," she asked with a sly grin.

"Yes, no surprise returns like last year," I responded.

"Good," Traci said as she jumped up wrapping her legs around my waist, "take me to bed and fuck my brains out."

While kissing her, I walked her to the master bedroom and plopped her on the bed. She quickly undressed as I did the same. Once undressed, she lubed herself and tossed me the bottle of lube. I set it down on the nightstand and said, "Ahh, not so fast young lady."

Pushing her body further up the bed, I gently laid my weight on top of her, lying between her legs and kissed her passionately. Our tongues were in a tangle as I broke the kiss and tenderly bit her lower lip. Kissing her some more before working my way down the side of her neck to her shoulder, where I gently bit her collarbone. That sent a bit of a shiver through her as I moved down to her breast. I licked and sucked on her left nipple, even gently biting it, as Traci hissed a long, "Ooohhhh."

Switching breasts, I licked, sucked and bit her right breast as I continued to pinch her left between my fingers. Traci was sighing and moaning all the while. I could feel her hard cock against my stomach as she tried wiggling her hips and thrusting against me. For whatever reason, Traci was truly horned up tonight; way more than usual. If we had stayed like this, I'm sure she could have climaxed rubbing against my stomach.

Instead, I worked my way down her belly to her right hip, nibbling and playfully biting her along the way. Traci let out a moan of frustration as I'm sure she was close to cumming before I moved. From her hip, I moved to the center and gave her cock a quick lick of the length tip to base before nibbling on her partially retreated ball sack.

As I gently stroked her cock, Traci began begging for release. She was humping her hips into my hand, but I wouldn't let her cum just yet. We've both learned that edging each other can lead to some very explosive orgasms, and I wanted this one to be especially explosive for Traci.

Kneeling between her legs, I reached for the lube on the nightstand. I applied some more to Traci's hole before lubing myself well. Closing and tossing the bottle on the bed by the pillows in case I needed it later, I lined up my cock with Traci's anus and pushed, thrusting my full length into her. "Oh god yes," she cried out, "fuck!"

I pulled back until the head was almost ready to pop out and thrust in hard again, leading to another round of, "oh fuck me's" from Traci. I did this 5 or 6 more times, each time pounding Traci's prostate. Clearly, she was ready to go any time as her sack had retreated into her body, and she was squirming and thrashing on the bed.

"Babe, you are so tight. Oh yeah, I really like fucking your ass." Those words and the pounding against her prostate set Traci off and her cock exploded all over her neck, her breasts, and her belly. I kept pounding her though trying to get to my own climax which wasn't coming soon apparently. Slowing, I put my body weight onto Traci again as she locked her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, even as she was trying to regain her breath.

I wiggled and rolled my hips as we kissed. Traci wiggled underneath me, smearing her seed between our two bodies. After I had rested my hips for bit while gently grinding myself into Traci, I got back into kneeling position, slipping out for just a minute to put a pillow under Traci's butt before re-applying lube to both of us and slipping back into her ass once again.

I started again with the long strokes, deliberately trying to plow against Traci's prostate to get her to climax again. Over her objections of, "no, it's too soon, I can't," came the "oh god I'm cumming again", followed by the arching of her back and a long unintelligible cry out as Traci came for the second time. This one seemed to last longer than most as clear fluid flowed from her cock. Traci was still thrashing around on the bed, back arched, hands scrunching the comforter for another 30 or 40 seconds as a silent cry escaped from her open mouth.

Traci collapsed back into the bed. I was getting closer, but wasn't quite there yet, so I kept thrusting. Traci was begging me to stop saying, "Babe, I can't go again, I can't." I kept thrusting, chasing my own climax. "Babe, please, I can't, it's too soon," were her cries, clamping on my cock with her sphincter. As I was reaching my own peak and ready to explode, Traci cried out again, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again." I thrust in one final time and let loose with a torrent of ejaculate into her ass as Traci still had her back arched from her third climax. A tiny bit of clear liquid leaked from her soft penis as Traci collapsed back into the bed breathing heavily through her mouth.

I gently collapsed on top of her. The pillow and the angle that I was kneeling allowed me to remain inside Traci for several minutes even though I was soft before she had a little 'pussy fart' (as she calls them) that pushed me out completely and her cream pie started running down her butt crack and onto the bed.

"Honey, that was amazing. I'm sorry if I got too greedy chasing my climax," I said softly.

"Babe, it's fine. I'm ok. My brain is frazzled right now. I just need to rest."

Pulling the pillow out from under Traci, I went into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to wipe Traci up. There was a large wet area on the comforter from the cream pie that leaked out of her, so after I wiped up Traci's body, and between her butt cheeks, I pulled back the sheet and lifted Traci onto the side of the bed she normally sleeps on. I pulled the comforter off the bed and grabbed a blanket from the linen closet to replace the comforter and tucked Traci in for the night with a soft kiss to her lips and said, "I love you."

I turned off the light on Traci's side of the bed and quietly went about taking a quick shower to rinse off before coming to bed myself.

I was up at 6:30, Traci was still out of it, so I let her sleep. The animal hospital was closed today for the holiday weekend, and one of the vet techs was responsible for taking care of feeding the borders. I knew Traci wasn't interested in Black Friday shopping, so I let her sleep.

I fixed myself a cup of tea and sat quietly at the kitchen counter reading the newspaper. Traci padded her way into the kitchen and plopped down on one of the stools. I made her a cup of coffee while she spoke, "Babe, I know I said I wanted you to fuck my brains out, but I'm not sure I meant it literally. Boy did it feel good though. When I climax like that, it almost feels like I'm having a seizure or something, with all the little explosions going off in my head."

"I'm sorry hon, I was just so close, but it was like it was just hanging there for a long time before I finally went over the edge myself. I should have pulled out and jerked off onto your belly."

"No, I wanted you inside me, it was just very intense. How many times did I climax?"

"By my count, three, though the second and third seemed to last longer than normal for you."

"Three times in what, 35, 40 minutes."

"Even less than that, hon. The entire session until I tucked you in was only 45 minutes, so you came three times in like 20 or 25 minutes."

"It's no wonder I passed out on you."

"Honey, it was fine. I had a nice climax of my own, and after having your brains fucked out, you needed your rest. Did you get up overnight?"

"No, I slept right through until this morning when I had to pee so bad I had to get out of bed. We'll probably need to change the sheets though as I think I leaked a bit of your cum and lube on the bed from some overnight "pussy farts."

"No worries, I was going to change the sheets and put our holiday comforter set on the bed today anyway. What can I fix you for breakfast?"

"I'm just going to have my coffee, but I think I'd like a sandwich for an early lunch with that awesome leftover turkey from yesterday. That was a really good turkey you made."

"Thanks. What did you think of that beer your dad brought? He really seemed to like it, so I thought we could order a case for his Christmas gift. It will be better than something he doesn't really need, like more fishing gear."

Traci laughed, "Ha, that's like you saying you don't need more trains; but yeah, I think he would enjoy that for Christmas. I was also wondering if we could buy them a week-long vacation in Destin, maybe at the hotel we stayed at. Mom would love it and dad could enjoy some fishing down in the gulf."

"Yeah, that sounds great. We'll need to do a bit of internet research to see when fishing season is down there so he might actually catch something during the trip. Perhaps get him on one of the charter boats. Will he want to drive that far? It took us 10 hours to get there."

"Yeah, dad doesn't mind driving, and mom will likely sleep most of the way until she gets hungry. Then she'll nag him until he stops for McDonald's or something easy to eat along the way."

With those plans set and in motion, I knew it was time to start leaving hints of what I'd like to have for Christmas, as well as rooting around in Traci's catalogs to see what she'd like to have based on what she marked up. I did stop by the Victoria's Secret store at the mall to see if the sales associates had any suggestions based on Traci's shopping habits. Several of the women there knew Traci but they didn't have any helpful suggestions; so, I decided one of her stocking stuffer gifts would be a gift certificate to the store.

I also went by the jewelry store to see Ray and had him recommend a watch for Traci since the one she wears for work was pretty beat up, plus it was going through batteries like crazy. He recommended a Citizen Eco-drive watch. I really wanted to buy her the Corso Diamond model; it was classy like Traci, but I knew she would not wear it to work as I'm sure she would feel it is too flashy to wear in front of customers. So, keeping that in the back of my mind as a dressy watch for an anniversary gift in the spring, I bought the Cosro model with the dark blue dial as a work watch. Since I did not know the exact measurement of Traci's wrist, he said to have Traci stop by after Christmas if the watch band was too big or small and he would adjust it for free.

Back home to look through Traci's favorite catalogs and pick out a few clothing items. I'm not sure Traci does this for me or for herself, but clothing shopping is super easy with her because she marks the catalogs with the size and color of the items she really likes. She might have 15 or 20 items in 2 or 3 catalogs that she likes and marks up, so I can pick 3 or 4 of those items and she doesn't know what she's getting, but they are the correct size and color.

The other nice thing is if they are back-ordered, I can choose something else for her from the many selections she's made. Traci gets something unexpected, it fits perfectly, it's the right color, and I get to be the hero. Woo hoo!

After spending a few minutes online, the items were ordered and will be delivered in 7 - 10 days. I put the catalogs back exactly where I got them from so Traci is none the wiser.

Traci called the hotel where we spent our honeymoon and arranged for a gulf side room for her parents and got them to include breakfast and dinner each day at the hotel restaurant. Their time at the hotel's beach would include lounge chairs and an umbrella, and non-alcoholic beverages. They even recommended several charter boats we could talk to about a day trip or two for her dad to go fishing while mom lay on the beach.

I called the charter boat captains to see when would be the best months before the heat of summer where Frank would enjoy fishing, and they suggested March through May as the best for Mahi-mahi, Grouper, and Amberjack.

Armed with this information, we chose the first week of May for their trip. I arranged with the boat captains for a spot for Frank on their Tuesday and Thursday charters, while Traci finalized the hotel reservations. I got a 10-pack of fancy antique looking paper at Staples and we printed out an elegant letter outlining the details for their trip to Destin and included some photos of the hotel, beach and charter boat that we obtained online.

Traci also bought her mother a nice purse so she would have something to unwrap alongside the beer we got for Frank. This was going to be so cool to give to them at Christmas.

I know Traci was pleased with the plan and with my efforts with the charter boat captain because after dinner on Tuesday night, she cuffed me to the guest bedroom and sucked my brains out. Traci didn't blindfold me or tease me with tricks; she was very purpose driven. She stuck the vibrating butt plug in my ass and varied the vibration levels on her phone as she sucked and teased, and sucked and teased, over and over, almost never speaking, and when she finally let me cum, she kept sucking despite me begging her to stop until those little explosions, those seizure feelings, were causing me to thrash around on the bed, unable to stop her. My mind was so fuzzy, I couldn't even think of the safe word.

Traci kept at it sucking on the head and swirling her tongue around the head until I arched my back and cried out as my second climax hit. "FUUUCCCCKKKK!" I collapsed back onto the bed, and I remember Traci licking me, cleaning me up as my body shuddered. When I awoke several hours later, it was after 2:00 AM actually, and the butt plug and all the cuffs had been removed, and I was curled up on the bed with a blanket covering me. I got up to pee and came back to bed in our room and slid into bed behind Traci, spooning her until I dozed off again.

Those two climaxes really drained me. I awoke to my cell phone ringing at 8:30; it was Traci calling from the animal hospital, "Wake up you sleepyhead. The day's a wastin' away."

"Hi Traci," I said, still groggy, "I'm sorry about tuckering out last night. I didn't even hear you get up this morning."

"Babe, you have nothing to apologize for. I did that for you, so you can feel the elation and the utter lack of control with the brain meltdown you gave me at Thanksgiving."

"Shit Traci, were you mad at me for that?"

"No babe, you're not understanding. I did it because I love you. I wanted you to experience that complete loss of control; that exhilaration, that delirium, that comes with multiple orgasms. I had to cuff you because I could never hope to give you that any other way; you're too strong for me for me to handle." Traci paused for a moment, "Are you OK? Do I need to come home?"

"No, no, I'm fine, I'm still just a bit fuzzy from last night. Let me get a cup of tea and something to eat. Can you call me on your lunch break?"

"OK, go eat something." 45 minutes later, Traci came in the door from the garage.

She came up to me and gave me a big hug, then looked directly into my eyes, "Are you OK? Are you sure everything is good? You sounded out of it on the phone."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I think maybe I had a low blood sugar event. I felt much better after I had breakfast."

"What did you eat? Tell me you ate real food."

"Yeah, I had orange juice, a slice of toast with strawberry preserves and a cup of tea. I'm doing much better now. I think I'm gonna mention it to my doctor when I see her in January for my annual physical."

"OK, if you're sure you're good, I'll head back to work. I can't have you dying on me here."

As Traci was headed toward the door, I called after her, "Traci, thanks for checking on me. I'm sorry I scared you. I love you."

"I love you too babe; that's why I had to come check on you. I'll see you at dinner." And away she went.

I was fine and spent the rest of the day working on fixing a locomotive for a customer. At dinner we discussed the whole multiple orgasm thing. Traci said after it happened the first two times it wasn't quite as scary for her as it was the first time. Traci told me she wasn't sure she'd like to go through it every time we made love.

I admitted I wasn't sure if it was for me, but I might consider it again in the future. I don't know if my low blood sugar event was related or just a one-off, but I didn't like being so far out of it. We both admitted that we were jealous that most women can climax 3 or 4 times (or even more; I once got a CIS woman off 7 times in one evening) in a row with no unpleasant side effects, while those of us with male genitalia struggle with it.

About a week later, I decided it was time for me to return the favor of the blindfolded night of pleasure that Traci gave me with a night of her own. I rearranged the cuffs for her hands so they were in the center of the head of the bed, attached to the bed frame instead of the posts and put the protective mattress pad under the fitted sheet on the bed. I bought a feather or two over at Hobby Lobby and a travel size of baby oil at Walgreens. I figured with her blindfolded that if I dripped warmed baby oil on her stomach or breasts it might feel like candle wax to Traci. The feathers were simply to tickle her mercilessly.

Stealing a look at her phone one evening, I figured out which app she used to control the vibrating butt plug and obtained it for my phone. Now to wait and pick a night when Traci was nice and relaxed; I didn't want to pick a night where she was stressed out from work to where she wouldn't enjoy herself. I figured a Friday night after dinner and a couple of drinks would be best as she wouldn't have to get up at 6:30 in the morning on the day after.

In looking at a calendar, I decided it needed to be this Friday evening, since on the following weekend, Traci and Anne were hosting a Christmas luncheon at Los Mariachi's for her staff and their +1's. The week after that was the Christmas holiday and there would be visits to Traci's parents on Christmas Eve and our own celebration on Christmas morning. The week after that was New Year's, so it was this week or wait until mid-January.

With my plans set, I took Traci to Emilio's for dinner on Friday evening, plied her with a couple of Margaritas as we split an order of steak fajitas. All the way home I was caressing Traci's thigh through her jeans. When we pulled into the garage, I leaned across the center armrest and pulled Traci in for a long kiss. "If you're up for it honey, I'd like to take control of your body tonight. I want to blindfold you and spend some time pleasuring you."

"Ooo, that sounds so sexy. Is it OK if I pee first?"

"Of course it is. I'll meet you in the guest room in 10 minutes. Don't change out of your clothes, I want the privilege of undressing you."

While Traci did her toilet things, I got a coffee mug and filled it with hot water and put the baby oil bottle in it. I hid this in the guest room along with the feathers, the lube and the vibrating butt plug until Traci was blindfolded.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed holding the blindfold when Traci came into the guest room. I stood up and kissed her passionately, breaking the kiss to slip around behind her to put on the blindfold. After Traci was blindfolded, I slowly undressed her, inching her jeans down her legs after removing her top, kissing almost every inch of her body. Down to her bra and panties, I worked my way down her back kissing and nibbling on everything from her neck to her butt crack; this made Traci shiver in anticipation. Once there, I kissed and nibbled on each of her butt cheeks before pulling the string of her thong aside to kiss and lick the length of her crack.

I slid her panty down her legs kissing my way down the outside of her left leg to her ankle and back up her right leg past her hip and up her side until I got to her bra. I unclipped her bra with my left hand while kissing her right shoulder and her neck. Freeing her breasts from their enclosure, I sat on the edge of the bed, so I was at the right height to tease and nibble on her breasts. I could tell Traci was starting to get weak in the knees as I was teasing her breasts. When her nipples got hard, I bit firmly on each of them as Traci hissed, "Oh fuck." Her knees started to buckle, and I caught her before she went down.

Picking her up and placing her in the middle of the bed, I told her, "Hands above your head." As I cuffed her wrists, I marveled at how her body looked in this position, so smooth and fine. With her hands above her head, it stretched her rib cage making her breasts even perkier than they normally are and there was a slight arch to her back. I cuffed each of her ankles, but it took a few minutes because I mis-judged the length of the straps and had to readjust them.

I started kissing her body again. I knew she wouldn't be concerned about this, recognizing my lips kissing her as I frequently did. Traci was sighing and moaning as I kissed various erogenous zones on her body. Once she was relaxed, I got out the vibrating butt plug and lubed it up, placing it on a towel near her legs. I got on the end of the bed between her legs and started kissing her thighs and all around her cock until she was hard.

Taking some lube on my fingers, I started massaging her anus, pressing on, but not penetrating it while I continued kissing her belly and thighs. I was hoping she would be anticipating my moves so I could do something different this time. I gently clawed at her sack with the little nails I had on my fingers, but it was effective. Finally, I pushed 1 finger into her and thrust it in and out for several minutes before adding a second, and eventually a third.

Hoping Traci was filled with anticipation of receiving my cock, I grabbed the butt plug and pressed it against her hole, slowly increasing the pressure until it slipped past her sphincter as she moaned loudly, "Ooohhh." Reaching for my phone, I opened the app, but I didn't turn on the vibration feature yet.

Instead, I got one of the feathers and ran it across her hard nipple and down the side of her rib cage. Judging from Traci's reaction, this was a cross between something sensuous and a tickle. I did the same to the other breast. Grabbing the second feather I did the two simultaneously until she was squirming on the bed trying to avoid the touch.

Shifting locations, I ran the feather over her testicles, causing her to flinch. I did it again and this time dragged it along the length of her cock. Another "ooohhh" escaped her lips as I continued to tease her this way. After several minutes of teasing with the feathers, I ran my tongue up the length of her cock licking the pre-cum that was collecting in the opening at the head. Traci moaned, "Oh god."

Not wanting to get her hopes up for a quick release, I pulled away from her and turned the vibrating butt plug on low. This made Traci flinch again and pre-cum started oozing from her cock onto her belly.

At this point I was hoping she would be thoroughly distracted, I lit a wax candle with a match, and I grabbed the warm baby oil. Putting a drop on my arm to make sure it was hot, but not too hot, I held it above her sternum and let one drop fall onto her skin. I was hoping Traci would think it was wax, and I believe she did as she had a big flinch and an "Ow" came from her lips.

I waited a few seconds and let another drop of baby oil fall on her belly. Again an "Ow" was groaned by Traci. This was followed by a drop every couple of seconds on her chest and breasts. Traci was squirming hoping to avoid the drops when I squeezed one drop directly on her right nipple. Traci screeched, but never said either of the safe words, so after pausing for a minute, I dribbled several drops onto her cock. "Babe, you're killing me here, I'm gonna have burn marks all over my body." Mission accomplished, she was convinced it was wax I was dripping on her.

Since she didn't use either of the safe words still, I ignored her comment and turned up the vibrations slightly on the butt plug. I dribbled a couple of drops on her ball sack which caused Traci to flinch and buck her hips. Still no safe word, so I poured several drops in my left hand and began stroking the oil onto her cock. It seemed like just seconds passed until Traci was ready to cum, bucking her hips into my hand. I stopped stroking her at this point and started licking and biting her left nipple, the one that didn't get the baby oil (I don't care for the taste of baby oil and probably should have bought flavored lube).

Since she was clearly ready to cum, but I wasn't ready for her to cum yet, I began massaging the oil into her skin all over her body. I'm guessing that she figured out that it wasn't wax at this point. Reaching down between her legs I pressed against the end of the butt plug changing slightly where it was hitting inside her rectum.

After torturing and teasing her butt for a while, I got off the bed and undressed. Getting back on the bed and straddling her chest, I leaned forward against the headboard and touched my cock to her lips. Traci immediately opened and took me into her mouth. I know she can't take all of me into her small mouth at this angle, but I thrust my hips forward enough that I was hitting the gag reflex in the back of her throat on each stroke. This position was not very comfortable for me, so I only did this for a few minutes before changing things up again.

I went back to edging Traci by stroking her cock with my hand, while turning up the vibrations a little bit on the butt plug. Traci was really begging now, "Babe, please, I need to cum."

"You can't cum yet; I'm not ready," was all I said.

Traci continued to whimper and moan. I'm sure holding back was quite a task for her. I stopped stroking her and leaning back I released her ankle cuffs. Pushing her legs up onto my shoulders so her butt was almost up to my chest, I folded her back toward the headboard. Stroking her cock even faster now as Traci continued to beg for release, her breathing ragged and gasping, I told her, "Cum for me, cum now."

I aimed her cock at her face and stroked her even more quickly and she climaxed, shooting several good streams onto her face and into her mouth as she cried out "oh sshhiiiitt". I slowed down on the stroking and eased back on the vibrations in the butt plug as I lowered Traci's legs back onto the mattress. Her body continued to jerk and flinch as her breathing returned to normal.

When I felt she had rested enough, I told her to get on her hands and knees. I helped her roll over since her hands were still cuffed and she had limited use of them. While on her knees, I shoved two pillows under her hips before pulling her legs out from under her causing her to fall on the pillows. I recuffed her ankles before turning up the vibrations on the butt plug to maximum. Traci groaned loudly as I reached between her legs grabbing her cock and positioned it so it was pointing down behind the pillow.

I lubed up my cock, and pulled on the butt plug to remove it. Traci groaned at the emptiness, but I quickly filled her back up with my cock. At first, I don't think she could tell if it was me or a fat dildo, but once I started pumping into her ass, she knew it was me and moaned in encouragement.

Patiently, I slowly fucked her ass with full strokes. For several minutes I did this before changing it up and pulling all the way out and plunging back in before her sphincter could close. Then I switched it up again, going for short fast strokes. I could feel my own climax building in my groin, so I slowed to grinding and rolling my hips in an effort to hold off a while longer (going over sports stats in my head never really did anything to help me last longer).

Traci was moaning and mumbling dirty words as I continued my onslaught of her ass. "Babe, I'm really close," she said, "I think I'm gonna cum." followed a minute or two later with "babe, I'm cumming, oh ffuuuccckkk."

I climaxed right after her, letting loose with a loud growl as I pumped my seed into Traci's ass. My hips were tired, and I pulled out as soon as my cock softened. "Fuck, Traci, you are so tight. That was incredible."

"Yes, it was. I am completely sated, stick a fork in me, I'm done."

I uncuffed her ankles first, then removed the pillows and uncuffed her hands. Lastly, I untied the blindfold and rolled Traci on her back, snuggling with her as her cream pie leaked onto the sheet. As I kissed her, Traci wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you, Greg."

"I know you do, and I love you, more than I know how to say sometimes."

"OK, now share your secrets," Traci said. "I figured it wasn't hot wax when you started stroking my cock, but up until then I was concerned I was going to come away with a bunch of red marks on my body from what I thought was wax. Like you, I was almost ready to use the safe word, but I trusted you that you wouldn't hurt me on purpose."

Continuing to hold Traci, I explained, "Well, I deliberately lit a candle with a match so you could smell it burning, but I had a small bottle of baby oil sitting in a cup of hot water. I tested it on my arm to make sure it wasn't hot enough to burn, but hot enough to feel like it was. Then I just delivered little drops of it to various places on your body."

"Of course, I'm sure you figured out the feather thing, right," I asked?

"Yeah, I wasn't sure initially but figured that one out really quickly." Traci continued, "I have to admit that I really liked surrendering to you. That itself was kind of exciting, and then when you finally took me from behind and nailed me into the pillows and mattress, well that was the pièce de résistance. I know I climax easier and often harder when I'm on my back as you fuck me; but for me, having you take me from behind, having the force of your body weight on me as you pound me, it just makes me feel desired, lusted after, animalistic. It's just so raw, almost like I'm your possession, like being raped without the violence. You know what I'm trying to say?"

"I do. What did you think of being cuffed? If I simply said to keep your hands above your head, would you have done that?"

Traci thought about the question for a second, "I don't know. If my hands were free, I might have acted out when the first drops of oil hit my skin, that was pretty startling. Like I said though, the sweet surrender of being controlled was exciting in and of itself. I don't know that I would want to do that all the time, because then it would lose its special-ness; but being restrained a few times a year would be fun."

We cuddled for several more minutes before I got up and carried Traci to the shower. Using her puffball scrunchie, I loaded it up with her liquid body-wash and used it to remove all the baby oil and other bodily fluids from her body. Traci washed and conditioned her hair while I washed my body and gave my hair a quick shampoo. As we were drying off, I pulled Traci into my arms and kissed her. She murmured "uummm" as we kissed.

As we headed to our bedroom, I told Traci I would take care of the guest room clean-up in the morning. We lay in bed together holding and kissing for quite a while before we turned off the lights and went to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Traci was already missing from the bed and I could smell bacon cooking in the kitchen. I put on a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt and joined her in the kitchen. "Good morning, honey, aren't you up and at 'em this morning," I teased. Noticing the remnants of the packaging on the floor by the waste basket, I asked, "Did you buy us a waffle iron?"

"Yeah, well sort of. I bought this about 5 years ago and never used it. I had a hankering for waffles back then but never got around to making them and didn't have anyone to make them for. It's been sitting in the garage in a box when I moved over here. So, I got up early and rummaged through the boxes in the garage until I found it. I figured I would make you waffles and bacon for breakfast."

"What can I help with," I asked.

"You can make your tea, pour the juice, get out the butter and maple syrup, and set the table. All that would be a big help."

"Roger that," I teased, making a half-assed salute.

It was a nice morning for December, in the upper 60's already, so even though the pool was covered, I set the table on the patio. When breakfast was ready, Traci served it. In addition to my tea, I made Traci another cup of coffee.

After my first bite, I said, "Traci, these waffles are fantastic. Where did you get the recipe?"

"It was my grandmother's recipe, I believe, passed down to me by my mom. Do you really like them? I tasted the waffle batter on my finger before I cooked them, and it tasted like something was missing."

"Honey, these are awesome. Perfectly cooked, thick, golden brown. When I finish this one, can I have another?"

"Yeah, babe, there are two more on a plate in the oven keeping warm. You really like them; I'm glad."

"Why wouldn't I like them, they're great, to paraphrase Tony the Tiger. Thank you for the morning surprise."

"Well, you do most of the cooking during the week, so I wanted to make you something special."

As I got up to get another waffle, I leaned over and kissed Traci with my sticky, maple-syrup lips. Traci pushed me away, "yuck."

"Hang on a second," I teased, "you'll suck my cock and swallow my load after I've been working in the yard for hours, but you don't like my maple syrup lips?" I smiled at Traci, then stuck out my tongue at her, before licking my lips. Traci made a face and stuck her tongue out back at me.

"Can I bring you another one," I asked?

"Sure, let's finish them while they are still warm." Grabbing the oven mitt, I brought the plate with the other two waffles to the table.

The rest of the day was relaxed and after dinner that evening, we sat together on the sofa and watched a Hallmark Christmas movie. I'm not a big chick-flick fan, but I'm a sucker for the Hallmark Christmas movies that come on Friday and Saturday night's this time of year.

The following week was a little crazy for Traci and Anne as they were excited to be hosting the first ever Christmas Luncheon at Los Margaritas. I think they must have made Emilio crazy too because they went to see him 2 or 3 times that week. The plan was very similar to what we did for our wedding reception. Emilio and his team would put together a buffet of various Mexican foods for everyone to enjoy and all the tables had a small table tent listing the traditional Mexican adult beverages available in addition to iced tea and Pepsi products. No mariachi band, but definitely Christmas music playing quietly in the background.

Altogether there were 20 people in attendance; the 9 employees of the firm and their plus ones, and two children of one of the couples when their sitter bailed at the last minute. The office team included a gift exchange as part of the festivities, so when we realized there were two children under 10 now and no gift for them, I ran out to the toy store on the other side of the shopping center and bought them each a board game: Hungry, Hungry Hippos and Clue Junior. A visit to the Hallmark store next door and with the help of a very patient store employee, the games were festively wrapped to give to the kids during the gift exchange.

Traci and Anne were happy I took the initiative to do this, and they made it clear to the others that these gifts were off limits for swapping. Anyway, it was a fun afternoon, and having the restaurant all to ourselves for a couple hours, well before the Saturday dinner rush, made for a relaxing time. Emilio was happy to do it because his Saturday lunch business this time of year was nearly non-existent. I stayed out of the financials of whatever deal Traci and Anne made with Emilio, and I'm sure they took care of Emilio's staff with a generous holiday gratuity.

Things were calm again until the days right before Christmas. The animal hospital was becoming overbooked with borders for the holidays. Traci hated to turn away customers, but they just didn't have the space, especially for the dogs. They ended up referring some of the animals to other boarding facilities and recommending some of the home pet visit businesses for the small pets like cats, birds, guinea pigs and such.

Finally, Christmas eve morning arrived. The animal hospital was closed for Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Traci was the on-call vet, and we hoped all would be quiet, but you never know. Anne was on-call last Christmas, and she got an emergency call on Christmas eve from a family who had placed all the wrapped packages under the tree before leaving for church. Their dog smelled out the big box of milk bone biscuits and tore open the package devouring more than half the box. He was lethargic when they came home and when they figured out what happened they called the animal hospital.

Anne told them to immediately pick up the water bowl and bring the dog in. She had to give the dog something to induce vomiting to have him expel as much of the dry dog biscuits as possible. She sent them home with orders to not allow the dog to drink water before morning as the remaining dog biscuits would swell up in his system and tie up his digestive tract. When Traci told me this, it all sounded scary, but apparently the dog survived the ordeal and is still a regular patient at the animal hospital.

So, like I said, we were hoping for the best, but to be on the safe side, Traci packed a set of scrubs and sneakers in a small suitcase to have in the car just in case she had to leave her parents in a rush.

We had dinner at Traci's parents and enjoyed it immensely. Frank was still drinking the Brabble Blonde Ale, so we knew he would be happy with his gift. Traci's mom opened her gift, which was a purse that she truly liked; but then she opened it, she found an envelope in it, with the information about the vacation we purchased for them.

As they read through it, Frank looked astonished, and Mom was flabbergasted. "This is too much," she chided us. "This must have cost you a fortune."

Traci tried to calm her mother down, when I interrupted to say, "Mom, its fine, we're DINKs"

Both Mom and Frank looked at me like, what the hell. I said, "We're DINKs: Double Income, No Kids."

Frank laughed, Traci and her mom both smiled too. That awkward joke broke the tension and they both thanked us. I reviewed with Frank about the fishing schedule, telling him to talk to the charter board captain about date changes if the weather isn't right. Traci explained to her mom about the hotel, and the meal plan, and how things worked at the resort's semi-private beach.

Later in the evening and all quiet on the on-call front, we headed home. Once there, we exchanged stockings (for us, we filled stockings with little things, candy, sour jellybeans for Traci, dark chocolate for me, shampoo refills, deodorant, new razor blades for my shaver, etc.) I was going to put her Victoria's Secret gift certificate in the stocking but elected to wrap it instead. We kissed and had a couple of beers to quietly celebrate as we each unwrapped our stocking stuffers. We made soft, tender love that night before dozing off in each other's embrace.

Christmas morning, I was up early, so I dressed in a pair of white shorts and a red tee shirt (trying to stay with the Christmas color scheme) and went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I bought us one of those Pilsbury packages of cinnamon rolls that you bake and then top with cream cheese frosting. I had just put them in the oven when Traci came into the kitchen looking like she just walked out of a lingerie catalog. She looked amazing in a red and white holiday ensemble of bra, thong panty and garter with stockings. Her hair and make-up were perfect. A wolf whistle escaped my lips.

"So, you like what you see," she teased.

"Indeed, I love what I see. My god woman, you are so hot, so beautiful." I stared for another few seconds taking a mental picture of this amazing woman before asking, "Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"No, I want my present."

"They're under the tree. I'll go get them."

"Not those presents," as Traci kneeled in front of me and reached up the leg of my shorts, grabbing and squeezing my cock, "this present."

"Well, you only have about 14 more minutes until breakfast," I said.

"I won't need that long," Traci said smiling as she pulled down my shorts exposing my very hard cock. She immediately set about sucking for all she was worth, tickling my balls, and running her finger over my back door. She licked and sucked and forced just enough of my cock into her mouth to just hit the gag reflex in her throat. Between the occasional gagging sound, the gulping sounds, and the occasional pop when she pulled me out of her mouth, I was helpless to resist her efforts. Traci knows exactly what to do to get me off quickly, and on the other hand she knows exactly what to do to make me last and to edge me. With more than 3 minutes to spare on the cinnamon rolls, I exploded into Traci's mouth with a long groan and an "ohh fuucckk." Traci swallowed every last bit. I had to grab the counter as she insisted on cleaning me up, causing my body to shudder and make me weak in the knees.

Getting up, she said, "I'll take that cup of coffee now."

I pulled up my shorts and stumbled over to the Keurig and got a coffee going for Traci, just as the timer beeped for the cinnamon rolls. Traci sipped her coffee while I frosted the cinnamon rolls.

"DINKs, huh," she chuckled, "You know, at first, I thought you said dicks and I was about to ask you if you were out of your mind."

"I know I dated myself with the DINKs comment, but it did break the tension."

"That it did. You know, that's a northern thing, right. My parents lived all their lives in Kentucky, they had probably never heard that term used before, although my mom seemed to catch on quickly."

After we ate our cinnamon rolls and drank our tea and coffee, we grabbed a second cup of both and ambled into the living room where I had already turned on the tree lights. Together we sat on the sofa enjoying our drinks and the twinkling lights of the tree.

When we finished our drinks, Traci got the packages for me from under the tree. She got me a nice pair of dark gray slacks for when we go out for dressier occasions. She also got me two nice rayon polo shirts, one in a gunmetal gray and one in a sea-foam green, both colors would go well with the slacks. Two of the items I really needed were a couple of belts, one brown and one black. Both of my belts (Yes, I only have two) were completely worn out. Best of all, she bought me an HO diesel locomotive in a commemorative paint scheme that was advertised in early summer, and I thought perhaps she didn't remember me mentioning it back then.

I hugged Traci and kissed her, thanked her for the terrific presents. I got Traci's packages from under the tree. There were six in total: 4 were clothing items I selected from Traci's catalogs, one was the Victoria's Secret gift certificate that I wrapped in successively larger boxes until there were 4 in total, like those Russian dolls, one inside the other. The last one was the watch, I was going to do the Russian doll thing for it too, but I thought that might be too much.

Traci opened the boxes containing the gift certificate first and was having a bunch of fun tearing at the wrappings tossing them all over the room. When she finally got to the certificate, she squealed, "my favorite store" and she hugged me.

I explained, "when I went there, most of the women working there knew you, but none could remember any particular things that you wanted but didn't already purchase; so even though I wanted to buy you a real gift from there, you'll have to pick out something on your own."

"Babe, this is perfect, this way I can surprise you with my purchase."

"Yes, like this morning. Oh my god woman, you look hot in that ensemble. Well, you always look hot in whatever you're wearing, but you looked smoking-hot this morning."

Traci opened the clothing items I purchased from her catalogs and loved each of them. Then she opened the watch box. I could tell Traci was going to start crying, "Honey, are you OK?"

"Yes, babe, I'm fine," she said wiping a tear from her cheek, "You really do listen to the things I tell you, don't you?"

"Traci, I always try to listen to what you tell me. I know you like wearing a watch to work and I know from taking your existing watch to the battery store every 5 or 6 weeks that mechanically there's something wrong with it, so I got you a watch that doesn't need a battery."

"It's a wind-up watch, I didn't think they made them any longer."

"No, it's an Eco-drive watch; it gets its power from light - sunlight, room light, any light. No more battery replacements. I think the band might be slightly big, but Ray over at the jewelry store said for you to bring it in and he would adjust it, so it was a comfortable fit."

Traci hugged me, "I love it. I love all my gifts. What a great Christmas. Thank you, Babe. Now you open yours."

"Didn't I already open my gifts?"

"No, you forgot one. Me," Traci said brightly as she straddled my lap.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me long and passionately, our tongues twirling and twisting in each other's mouth. While we were kissing, she pushed the front waistband of my shorts down and hooked it behind my balls. I was already getting hard at this point when Traci broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "I already lubed up; I'm ready for you."

Kneeling forward some more, Traci reached behind herself, pulled the G-string of the thong to one side and gripping my cock, slowly impaled herself on it. "Oh god, that's nice," she hissed as she took the entire thing in one push. "I love having you inside me, and after this morning's foray in the kitchen, you should last a good long time."

With her hands using my knees for support, Traci leaned back some as she worked herself up and down on my cock, so the tip was hitting her prostate on each penetration. Her cock head was just peeking out from the top hem of her panty.

I reached up and unclipped the catch on the front of her bra, opening it so I could play with her breasts. Leaning forward I began by simply kissing her breasts, taking each nipple and giving it a long lick. As each nipple became hard, I took turns gently biting on them applying just enough pressure to elicit a verbal response from Traci. Generally, it was an "uuummm" or at "damn', but as she got more aroused it became a "Ffuuuccckkk" or an "Oh god.".

Her thrusting became faster and faster as did her panting, and eventually Traci reached the point of no return, and she climaxed as she screeched "aaaahhh", shooting her cum wildly in little vertical arcs landing on my tee shirt and her chest and stomach. As her breathing returned to normal, Traci plopped forward onto me and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me all over my mouth and face, telling me, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

My cock was still hard, but as I picked Traci up to carry her to the bedroom it slipped out of her ass. Just then, her cell phone rang. I put her down and she grabbed it without looking at the caller-id. Of course, I could only hear one side of the conversation. "Hello," she said, "oh hi mom." ... "No, no, it's fine, I can talk for a few. ... No, I'm great. Christmas morning has been awesome so far. No, I initially thought it was the answering service regarding an emergency call for a pet, so I didn't check the caller-id."

"Well, mom, it's been forever since you two were able to take a real vacation. ... No mom, Greg and I were happy to do it for you. You've always given me your best when I was growing up and you accepted me though my transition and now with my marriage, and I love you; and Greg loves you. We can afford this with no trouble at all. ... No mom, we aren't running up a credit card. ... No mom, in fact we don't owe any credit card debt, the only debt we have is 5 years left on Greg's mortgage and that's it."

"Mom, stop, go on the trip, relax, enjoy yourselves, it is already paid for, all of it. ... Mom, you have over 4 months to get ready, come walk with us at the mall, lose a bit of weight then you'll fit perfectly into your old swimsuit, or better yet, come shopping with me and buy a new one. ... MOM! No, it did not cost us $20,000. Mom, you don't need to get us gifts when you're there. ... Mom, if you need to send us something, send us a postcard from the gift shop."

"Mom, mom, gotta go, my phone's beeping, someone's calling. I'll call you this afternoon. OK, Love you, bye."

"Aahhh, only my mother could turn a nice gift into a panic attack."

"So, who was calling?"

"My mother, oh, no one, I just had to get off the phone, she was making me crazy."

Traci walked over, pulled my head down to hers to kiss me. "Let's go clean up, we need to take care of this," she said, grabbing my now limp cock after reaching inside my shorts.

"How about if we get you undressed and go start a load of delicates so the cum stains don't set."

"Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea. I got so flustered from talking to my mother that I completely forgot about it." Traci started the load of delicates while I rinsed my tee shirt and left it in the laundry room sink to go into the next real load of laundry.

Afterwards we showered, taking care not to get Traci's hair wet. When we were drying ourselves off, I pushed Traci over the vanity countertop and while holding her down, I massaged some of the lube I had in the drawer into her anus, and added some to my hardening cock, stroking it until it was hard enough for entry. As I pushed into Traci, she hissed, "oh god yes." After I was in her and completely hard, I fucked her hard for several minutes, before leaning over and wrapping my arm around her waist as I put some of my weight on her back. I wanted her to feel me loving her the way she liked it most, slowly working my cock in and out of her ass.

I knew in this position, there was little chance Traci was going to cum, but she loved this feeling, so I wanted her to know I hear her and care about her. After perhaps 10 minutes of slowly and steadily plowing her butt, I could feel things were starting to dry out down there, so I stood back up, pulled out and flipped Traci over so she was on her back with her head and shoulders against the mirror. I applied more lube to both of us and re-entered her. Taking long strokes so my cock was hitting her prostate, I knew I could make Traci cum again like this. I varied the technique as my hips needed rest, so I was fully inserted and rolling my hips, pulling all the way out and going back in on an angle to the left or right, before just simply fucking her ass in and out trying to reach my own orgasm. Finally, I started to crest the wave as I pumped and pumped my final strokes into her before on last push and a long growl as I unloaded my semen into her. I guess I lasted just long enough as Traci came right after me shooting a small amount of semen onto her belly.

"Fuck, babe, that felt really good. I love how you do me," Traci said breathlessly. "I love you."

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Brooks. I love you too. But now we have to take another shower," I said laughing. Traci laughed along with me.