It was mid-evening, three days after Christmas and Pam and Rick had finally gotten their lives sufficiently organized to begin the task of cleaning up the living room. Christmas paper, ribbons, tags and boxes were strewn everywhere but with three boys under six and endless visits to relatives and friends, this was the first chance the young couple had had to deal with the chaos.
“Lord,” Pam said, opening a large black garbage bag, “this is such a mess.” She grabbed a handful of red and green paper, scrunched it into a small ball and tossed it into the bag.
“It’s those kids,” Rick said. “I don’t know where they get their energy and how you cope with them every day. At least I go to work. It’s restful there. It would be restful in a boiler factory.” He took several cardboard boxes and smashed them flat, then stuffed them into the trash bag.
“It’s not usually so crazy,” Pam said, giggling. “The season and all the presents and food has them totally hyped.”
“At least they’re asleep now,” Rick said, gathering more wrapping.
“Thank heavens for small favors.” Pam gathered hanks of ribbon and draped them around her neck. “I can’t bear to throw all this stuff away.” She picked up a bow and chuckled as she stuck it to the back of her hand. “Look at me, I’m gift wrapped.”
Rick’s heated glance warmed Pam’s belly. “I think there’s some of that great egg nog you made left over,” he said. “Let’s at least make this a bit more comfortable.” While Pam continued to gather up trash, Rick poured two glasses of egg nog and laced each with a shot of rum.
When he returned to the living room and Pam took a taste, she said, “Are you trying to get me drunk? This is potent stuff.”
“I just might be,” Rick said, leering, then returning to the task of tidying up.
It took almost two hours and another glass of egg nog each for the couple to get the living room into some semblance of order. Now the gifts were neatly stacked, one pile for each member of the family, wrapping paper and boxes were ready for the trash, and Pam was festooned with ribbon.
“I’ll put all this out in the morning,” Rick said, tying the neck of the trash bag, “but for now I’m beat.”
“Me too,” Pam said as she started to remove the yards of ribbon draped around her neck and shoulders.
“Leave that there,” Rick said, “and let’s go upstairs.”
Enjoying the erotic glint in her husband’s eye, and quite buzzed from the rum she had consumed, Pam took Rick’s arm and allowed him to lead her to their bedroom. He slipped the hook on the door into the eye on the frame. “So we won’t be disturbed.”
“Did you have something specific in mind?” Pam asked, a look of mock innocence on her face.
“I did indeed. Now then, my Christmas present, let me unwrap you.” He lifted several lengths of colorful ribbon from around her neck. Leaving a few layers of ribbon still in place, he pushed her backwards onto the bed. Falling on top of his wife, Rick pressed his lips against hers softly, then, as he felt her lean into the kiss, he deepened it, probing her mouth with his tongue. “Umm,” he purred. “You taste of egg nog and rum.” He kissed her again.
Pam was dizzy and warm as heat slowly flowed through her body, from her lips to her breasts and her groin. As she started to wrap her arms around Rick’s neck, Rick pulled back. “Actually I’d like to wrap you up a bit more tightly,” he said.
That look on Rick’s face usually meant that he was hatching a delightful plan. His sexual appetite was rich and varied and his ideas always lead to evening of great love making. “What are you plotting?” Pam said.
Rick took a piece of wide red ribbon and wrapped it around Pam’s right wrist. Then he tied the end of the ribbon to the headboard, leaving little slack.
Pam was suddenly filled with fire. Once or twice before Rick had tied her up and she had enjoyed it thoroughly. And each time it lead to night of erotic pleasure. But since the birth of Tony, now eleven months old, their times together had been few and far between. Praying that a little voice wouldn’t interrupt them, Pam gazed into Rick’s lust-glazed eyes.
Rick took a long piece of green and gold ribbon and tied Pam’s left wrist to the headboard, then used silver ribbon to fasten her ankles to the legs of the bed so Pam’s thighs were spread wide.
Pam wriggled and pulled, reveling in the feeling of being helpless. “This makes me so hot,” she whispered.
“I know,” Rick said. “It does the same to me. I love looking at you this way. Struggle some more.”
Pam yanked on the ribbons until both of them were sure she couldn’t free herself.
“All right,” Rick said, gazing down at his now-helpless wife, “I’ve always hated those old sweats of yours.” He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a pair of bright silver shears. “That’s why I bought you two new pair for Christmas.” He slid one side of the scissors under the elastic at one ankle and slowly cut the sweat pants up the side to the waist. Then he walked around the bed and slit the other side as well. With one pull the pants were in his hands.
“You know, I should complain,” Pam said, her breathing now ragged. “Those were my favorites.”
“Too late now,” Rick said. He began at the waist of her sweat shirt and cut from hem to wrist on each side. Then with two more cuts up the arms, the shirt was in two pieces in his hand. As usual, Pam was braless and her small tight breasts were crested by large fully-erect nipples. Rick knelt on the side of the bed and took one tight bud between his teeth. He sucked hard, the way he knew Pam liked, then bit the pebbled tip.
“Ow,” Pam said, squirming, trying to evade Rick’s mouth.
“You can’t get away from me,” he replied, shifting his mouth to the other nipple and biting the tip.
“Shit,” Pam said.
“Shh, or you’ll wake the kids,” Rick said. “No noise.” He bit again.
Shards of fire rocketed through Pam’s body each time Rick’s teeth closed on her nipple. She clamped her jaws tightly to avoid shouting. Through her teeth she hissed, “You’re making me crazy.”
“I know,” Rick said, shifting from breast to breast. “And you’re helpless to stop me.”
Pam was so hot she thought she would come without being touched between her legs at all, but suddenly, Rick was gone. She could hear him in the bathroom, searching through their toy box which was hidden in the back of a high shelf in the bathroom closet. When he returned, she gasped at what she saw in his hand. The dildo was huge, one that he had bought for her a few years before as a joke.
Quickly he cut up the sides of her underpants and pulled them off. Then he wrapped a length of gold ribbon around her waist and tied it tightly. He looped another length of ribbon over the back of it and pulled the two ends down through the crack of her butt. Leaving the ends stretched out between her legs, he held the dildo where she could see it. “I’m going to fill you up,” he said,” like you’ve never been filled.”
“I don’t know,” Pam said, her eyes wide as she stared at the long thick phallus.
“I do. And you can tell me to stop if you really need to.” He rubbed the tip of the flesh colored penis through her wetness then slowly pressed it against her opening. As he pushed, he bit her nipple again. When she jumped, he pushed the dildo in a bit deeper. Over and over he bit her nipple and pushed the huge phallus more deeply into her cunt.
Pam gasped as she felt the twin sensations. The electricity of Rick’s teeth and the feel of the dildo stretching her cunt were making her crazy. “Rub me,” she whispered. “Make me come. Let me come. Rub me.”
Rick pulled the ends of the ribbon up between her legs, imprisoning the dildo deep inside Pam’s body. Then he looped the ribbon over the front of the one around her waist and tied it off, deftly keeping the phallus tightly in place.
“Mommy,” a small voice called from another room. “Can I have a drink?”
“Oh shit,” Pam said, sobering immediately.
Rick wiggled the dildo. “I’ll get you one,” he called. Then softly he added, “And you stay right here. Think about how full you are.”
Rick slipped out of the room and, as Pam wiggled, moving the dildo inside of her, she dimly heard him easily caring for the boys. The ribbon was pressed against her clit but she couldn’t quite rub it the right way to let her come. And she needed to come. The hunger flooded all of her senses, heating her not quite to boiling. She pulled at her wrists hoping she could free one hand to touch herself and relieve the pressure, but it was no use.
It was almost ten minutes of torture later that Rick returned. “All done,” he said. “And how have you been?”
“Oh God, help me. Touch me. I’m so near but I can’t do it myself.”
Rick grinned. “I know.” Slowly he refastened the door, then undressed. As he removed his shorts, Pam could see the effect that her naked body was having on her husband’s cock. Hard, strong and totally erect, it stood out from his groin. He sat beside her on the bed and held it beside her face. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes,” Pam said. “I want you so badly.”
He stroked his cock from tip to balls. “Umm,” he purred. “I could come from looking at you and rubbing myself. Maybe I will.”
“No,” Pam hissed.
Rick went back into the bathroom and returned with a small pouch. While Pam watched, Rick reached into the fabric bag and pulled out two slender chains with clips attached. “Remember these? Remember how crazy they used to make you?”
Nipple clamps. They hadn’t played with those in years. Early in their marriage, Rick had discovered how sensitive his wife’s nipples were and how they seemed to control her entire sexual reaction. Pam remembered that on several occasions Rick had clipped the closepin like objects to her nipples, then put an oversized shirt on her and made her walk around the house. The brushing of the cloth across the clips moved then just enough to keep her bathed in lust. She had all but attacked him. Now, as hot as she already was, she could do nothing to make herself come and nothing to stop him from stoking the fire with those clamps.
Several times he snapped the clips, then slowly he attached one to her right nipple. The effect was electric. Pam could feel the flood of her juices around the dildo, still buried in her pussy. She bucked her hips trying to use the ribbon against her clit to make herself come. When Rick attached a clamp to her left nipple the effect was doubled. Tripled. Multiplied by a hundred. She couldn’t hold still. She alternately arched her back and raised her hips, reaching for something she couldn’t get.
“Open,” Rick said, tapping her mouth with his cock. “Do it.”
She gladly opened her mouth and took all of his hard cock inside. She flicked her tongue over the tip, then licked the length of his shaft. She sucked it in slowly then pulled her head back, creating the suction she knew he liked. Faster and faster she worked on his shaft until she could feel his orgasm build. “I can’t touch your balls,” she said, “so you do it. I want your hands to help me make you come.”
Rick slid one hand around the base of his cock and stroked his balls. It took only a moment until Pam felt spurts of hot come fill her mouth. Unable to swallow it all, she felt some of the thick fluid dribble from the corner of her mouth.
“Oh baby,” Rick whispered. “That’s so good.”
Moments later, Rick was between Pam’s legs, twisting the dildo, then moving the ribbon so he could take her throbbing clit into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled until, in only seconds, Pam came, waves of orgasm overwhelming her, taking her breath.
It took several minutes before either of them could speak. Panting, Pam finally said, “That was the best Christmas present I’ve gotten in years.”
Rick used the scissors to cut the lengths of ribbon from Pam’s body. “Well, I certainly enjoyed wrapping it.”
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