"Kevin! Let's go, we're going to be so late!" Michelle stood by the front door, impatiently juggling a large bottle of wine, a platter of homemade cookies and a heavy gold foil gift bag.
"Keep your skirt on, wench. I'm coming, I'm coming." Kevin jogged down the last few steps and advanced towards her with a wide satisfied grin. He nonchalantly finished tucking his shirt into his trousers and then zipped up and buckled his belt.
"Famous last words." She murmured to herself before turning innocent green eyes up to him, "It wasn't my idea to play 'Find the Hidden Treasure' an hour before we're suppose to leave. I wanted to play 'Wrap the Big Tool' this morning, but noooo, you needed your beauty sleep. Now we're late!"
Kevin shrugged with a playful grin and pulled the wine and platter from her hands. He placed them on a side table and then pulled her up tight against him. "Aye, wench, twas my idea, but who was screaming with ecstasy when I went searching with my mighty tongue?" He emphasized his point by capturing her lips and delving his warm tongue deeply into her mouth.
She moaned and fell against him, dropping the bag from her hand. It clattered to the ceramic tile with a thud, accompanied by the distinct sound of breakage. "Uh oh," Kevin breathed into her ear. They pulled apart and simultaneously looked down. Michelle picked the gift bag up and looked inside.
"What are we going to do now? There's no time to go get him another gift?" She whispered sadly.
"Don't worry about it, he won't even notice that we don't have one." Kevin took the bag from her hands and placed it against the wall. "Trust me, babe, I can guarantee Howie will be pleased just with our presence."
Michelle snorted in reply and rolled her eyes. "Why he just had to have a tree trimming party on Christmas Eve is beyond me. Aren't all good Catholic boys supposed to be with their families or on their knees praying in a church?"
"He'll be on his knees alright, but not in a church," Kevin mumbled to himself with a wicked grin as he unlocked the truck.
"What did you say, babe?"
Kevin smirked down at her, "Nothing, wench. I thought you liked Howie. Why aren't you pleased we're going over there?"
"I love Howie! But, I was rather looking forward to using all those lovely ribbons I bought to do some, um. . . wrapping. And watch the 'wench' references, big boy, or Santa won't be coming to this house this year."
Twenty minutes later, they were being greeted by an incredibly gorgeous Howard; dressed in black silky drawstring pants and nothing else.
"Whoa, Howie, screw the eggnog and cookies, I want to just nibble on you all night!" Michelle slowly circled him licking her lips and nodding in approval, then turned teasing eyes on her husband. "Watching Howie string lights and hanging balls just may be better than fumbling with all that silly ribbon after all." She stuck her tongue out at Kevin and turned to enter the living room.
Kevin quickly shoved the wine and cookie platter in Howie's hands and then tackled his wife to the floor. Her screams of hysterical laughter echoed off the four twelve foot tall white walls of Howie's townhouse. "Stop! Stop! I'm going to pee my pants!" she cried out between her gasping as Kevin covered her body with his.
Howie shook his head slowly with a wide grin and stepped over the pair of lovers on the floor to place the wine on the coffee table. "Looks like Santa isn't the only one coming tonight."
Kevin pulled his lips away from Michelle's neck and turned his dancing green eyes up to Howie. "That's for sure, D." He pulled them both up from the floor and pushed his wife into Howie's arms. "Hold my wench, D, I have to take a piss!"
Michelle and Howie stood laughing in each other's arms as they watched Kevin jog off down the hall, adjusting the front of his tight trousers.
"Glass of wine, Michelle?" Howie turned her around to face him and kissed her cheek. "Merry Christmas by the way."
She smiled up at her friend and hugged him tightly. "Thanks, Howie, I'd love one." As he was about to pull away, she caught him by the elastic waistband of his pants and held him still. "I'm sorry, hon, but Kevin made me drop your gift and now I don't have anything for you."
"I wouldn't exactly say that." came a muffled voice behind her. Michelle turned her head slightly as Kevin's arms wrapped themselves securely around her waist. She dropped her hands from Howie's smooth torso quickly and giggled as Kevin's goatee tickled the side of her neck.
"And what exactly would you say, Captain Blackbeard Richardson?"
Howie chuckled and turned to open the wine bottle. "You two are too much."
"Well, since I am responsible for breaking D's gift and for the life of me can't figure out what to get the girl who has everything, everything meaning me, I've decided to give you each other for Christmas." Kevin moved his hands slowly up her ribs and cupped her firm breast. As his thumbs gently flicked across her hardening nipples, he slowly licked behind her ear. "Isn't it just what you always wanted, baby?"
Michelle's eyes widened as she stared at the smile forming on Howie's lips. "It's certainly what I always wanted," he said as he eased back towards her and caught her hands in his own. She gulped as he drew one hand up to his lips and started kissing the tips of her fingers, while the other hand was brought downwards, coming in contact with the smooth silk at his crotch. She moaned deeply as her palm ran the length of his solid shaft.
"Oh god. . . " she whispered hoarsely as Kevin begin a slow seductive circling of his hips behind her. Howie's lips hovered close to hers and with a hunger so fierce, she sank her hand into his long curly locks and pulled his mouth down onto hers. His full warm lips gorged themselves upon hers and his tongue greedily sought the hot depths which lie within them.
The combination of the two strong hard bodies encasing her quivering frame caused Michelle's legs to weaken. "Oh Kevin, you can't tease like this."
"Who said I'm teasing?" He asked as his hands slipped beneath the silver lame chemise she wore. "Remember when we first met? You declared that you were desperately in lust with Howie D and proclaimed that one day you'd get your dream of having Howie for Christmas. Well, I've decided it's time to make your dreams come true."
Howie stood before her, anxiously awaiting her response. His heart throbbed wildly against his chest, desperate for her acquiescence. For since the day Kevin had introduced her to the group, he'd been craving the taste of her skin, the touch of her warm hands on his body, the urgent need to have her as his very own just once.
Michelle's eyes roamed Howie's beautiful serene face as she mulled over Kevin's response. "But it is you, Kevin, that I fell in love with and vowed to spend the rest of my life with." She tore her eyes away from Howie's, knowing that only one more brief second of wallowing in their depths would certainly terminate her vow of fidelity to Kevin.
Kevin wouldn't allow her to turn towards him; instead he pulled his hands from her bare skin and settled them gently upon her shoulders. "And it is because I know how deeply you do love me that I have no remorse in my gift offering to you both." He kissed her tenderly on the temple and backed away.
Michelle's hands remained firmly encased in Howie's strong ones and she closed her eyes briefly before looking back up at him. "Do you want me, Howie?"
He nodded eagerly and pulled her tight against his body. "Absolutely! From the day I met you. I just never dreamed Kevin would be so . . . so . . . deranged as to allow this." He started laughing from the bizarre situation. The shaking of his warm body against hers brought on Michelle's laughter as well.
"Oh god. . . Kevin? Where did you go?" Michelle turned in Howie's arms and called out again, "Kevin?"
"I'll be right out!"
Howie nuzzled the side of her neck as he held her firmly in his arms. He commenced a slow seductive dance against her body, causing her to moan with longing. "I plan on unwrapping you with excruciating slowness. I'm going to savor every single precious second."
"Oh fuck. . . " she cried out as his hardened member slid up and down her backside.
Kevin emerged from the hall with a sheepish grin. Michelle and Howie took one look at him and fell to floor in a fit of hysterics. His cheeks reddened quickly, almost matching the bright hue of the Santa suit he wore. "Um, I have to go. I promised Nick I'd help him and Ana, ah, trim their tree. He sort of had the same ideas I did this year. The little shit. . . "
Michelle and Howie continued their giggling as Kevin waved goodbye. As he was about to shut the door, he poked his head back in and sang "Santa Claus is cumming tonight!"
The End (well, for you all, but I'll be dreaming of the rest all night long!)