A Christmas Tale...

Coming back from the pub, twisty quiet tree lined lanes, cold frosty night, me and hubby in good form. Think he was planning to fuck me hard as soon as we got home; I hoped he was anyway. Around a bend we came upon this rather dishevelled man, not drunk but obviously had had a few. He pulled in and waved us on with exagerrated courtesy tha is always a bit of a give away. Looking back my husband thought he recognised him; my hubby had grown up in this area. He told me to stop and when the man caught up with us he asked, "Paul Jack...?" And indeed it was! They hadn't met for 20 years!

So we asked where he was going and what he was doing. Said he had the use of a barn about 2 miles down the road. It was warm enough and the people were kind and had allowed him to use it for years in return for him being useful around the farm and agreeing.... never to get too drunk! The lads chatted as I drove along; they seemed to have been great pals. And then, in a flash, Paul was coming back to our place for Christmas Eve!.

"Come in to the fire." shouted my hubby and Paul gratefully stood in front of our litle stove and warmed up. He was a fine man, still honest and dignified. Always worked until a few monhs ago when a series of subsistence farm jobs had finely ended with a bang and he was well stranded.

He kept calling me Mam! Made me feel like the owner of a house of ill repute. (How did he know that had always been one of my ambitions?) He talked mainly with Gary but he kept looking at me. My husband noticed and said, "Didn't I do OK for myself?" Paul agreed quietly and looked me over again. Said he had been married but it had all fallen apart when the money ran out. "I should have emigrated but never had the heart to leave the place 'til it was too late!" "Sure play your cards right and Marie might really warm you up." said my husband in his usual subtle way! I scolded him and went about getting some tea and toasted sandwiches ready for us all.

After Gary had gone to bed, I said to Paul, "You know, if it would help I'd be happy enough to spend a few hours with you!" His sharp beautiful eyes studied me and he took it seriously this time. "That would be a great pleasure for me, but what about you?" he asked. I said a bit primly, "Sure if it makes you happy, then I'm happy!" He held my hand, leaned over and kissed me, looked into my eys from 3 inches away.... very blurry but very intimate. And then we stood up in front of the fire and took each other's clothes off slowly and gently.

He smelt good now as the slight smell of booze was also being shed. This wasn't going to be any hardship, I thought. He knelt down in front of me and started to slide his tongue gently between my lips and around my clit. Here was he looking after me and I had thought myself the Good Samaritan? I came quickly with his excellent care and then he made love to me on the big solid kitchen table in among all the presents ready for the morning. We climbed up to my bedroom and he and me and Gary wished each other a very Merry Christmas.

Next morning, he was gone and all the kids presents were gone from the kitchen! Our mouths dropped open; it had been a long hard slog trying to find everything perfect for the little brats! On the table a short note. 'Thanks for taking me in, Marie you were wonderful, Have to go back to my barn and the old couple. Bye, Gary!' Gary was devastated. He thought he had been ripped off by his 'old friend!' But I had gone in to the Living Rooom and there were all the presents neatly arranged around.... a huge wooden Rudulf. Paul must have got up early and gone out to our wood shed to select pieces of wood and then spent a long time fashioning them into the most charming wooden Reindeer I had ever seen.... right down to it's lovely red nose. (Just like mine after all the sex last night!)

Happy Christmas, Paul. Thanks for making it special!

xxx Nawty