“That’s sad. And I’m gonna change it.”
“Until now,” I add, getting a smile from her. “You already have for me. And I’ll make sure he’s here next Christmas. Last night he said he’ll wanna be here and see his niece or nephew open gifts.”
She smiles wide at me. “At least he’ll be at Mom and Dad’s later. We have a lot of fun on Christmas. And we all have gifts for him. You Coulter boys are going to see what Christmas Gates style is all about. It’s loud, it’s full of gluttony, and lots of laughs.”
“Sounds perfect, Dimples,” I say.
“Okay, present time!”
“Did Santa bring you gifts, too?”
“Santa delivers my gifts to Mom and Dad’s. I’m sure he has some stuff there for you, too.”
“This isn’t fair, baby. There’s two things to open for you. Look at all these gifts.”
“You said you barely got anything as a kid, so I might have written a letter to Santa, and if I did, perhaps he worked extra hard to fix the oversight. This here is about you. It’s a catch-up Christmas for all the times you got stiffed.”
I grin at her.
“If I wrote such a letter, I might have told him I wanted you to experience what it’s like to wake up to lots of surprises under the tree and since he did decide to fix that oversight, there’s a good chance that some of the gifts are probably silly, just fun little things to open.” She shrugs.
“I fucking love you,” I say, deciding that next year, she’s gonna have at least a hundred gifts to open.
“Hurry! Open one!” She bounces on the couch.
“What’s this?” I scoop her onto my lap and point at her toes.
She’s got a pedicure that matches the theme. Last night she wore a green dress and red tights and told me today she’d be wearing a red dress and green tights with holiday-inspired jewelry. I haven’t seen her bare feet in the light the past day or two so don’t know when she did this, but her pedicure has red polish with the tips painted white and her big toes painted red with white snowflakes on them.
“Christmas toes. Okay, I’ll play Santa.” She pulls away from me and heads to the tree. Bending over, she gives me a delicious view of her ass and a peek at the lacy fringe of red panties as she reaches under the tree and fetches the little cube box that I’d seen there last night.
“Nice view,” I remark.
She straightens and before turning around, lifts her nightshirt up high and wiggles her ass, showing me a view of Christmas panties. Red with a candy cane on each butt cheek, in the center in white script, it reads,
Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
I laugh. “Christmas underwear, too? Do I get some of those?” My wife has a very sexy ass. “Get that sexy ass over here.”
She passes me the box. “Guess you’ll have to open your presents and see. This one first. And the ass needs a little recuperation time so just you never mind.”
“You okay?” I ask, feeling guilty.
“I’m fine. I had a little bit of bleeding there. It scared me a little, thinking it was blood from the uh… other place, but it was… there.”
“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.”
She waves her hand. “It’s fine. It’s okay now. A little blood is bound to happen losing your butt v-card.”
I exhale hard. “Violet.”
“It’s okay,” she waves her hand. “I kind of should’ve expected it by how – uh – well-endowed my husband is. Open your present.”
I chuckle. “Commenting on how endowed your husband is? That’s kinda a present in itself.”
She beams a smile at me and jerks her chin to the box.
I unwrap the box and there’s with writing on top of the lid.
It reads, Sorry to inform you, but you’re on the naughty list.
Laughter bursts from me when I open the box to a black, shiny rock inside that’s inscribed.
“Lump of coal for a very naughty boy!” she announces the inscription.
I lean over and kiss her. “I love it. And I totally deserve it.”
I set the box at the table and I lean over to kiss her. She thrusts a small package at me. “This one.”
I open up a pair of gag Christmas socks with snowmen all over them.
“Warm feet,” she says. “And warmth from the coal. Put them on.”
I pull on the ridiculous-looking thick socks. “Warmth from my beautiful wife. You’re in-fucking-credible, you know that?”
“I know,” she says, nodding with a sage expression. “Another one!”
The next gift is an expensive sweater. After that, a really nice wristwatch. She didn’t just get me gag gifts. She gives me a couple gag gifts and then passes me a nice gift after that. I get Christmas underwear with candy canes all over them that look like hers, though without lettering. There’s also a stress ball that looks like a face. I also open a Baby Yoda Chia Pet that she jokes she’s happy to grow for me and then admits that though it’s for me but she kinda bought it for herself. I laugh as I open a new game for the PlayStation that just got released a few days ago that I’ve actually had my eye on. Not that I’ve had time to play games in ages, but I do have the console under the television with the last game in that series, so it was a good call.