One Hell of a Christmas Present

>the alarm chirped on and off a foot from your head, sitting demurely on the nightstand
>you sat up a bit and silence it swiftly, mentally chastising yourself for forgetting to shut it off the night before
>just as you ponder whether or not to sleep in for another thirty minutes, a hot breath blows into your ear
>"Darling~..."
>you crane your neck to look back at your beautiful wife
>her dazzling eyes and long silky hair which undulates and waves lazily about her as if it has a mind of its own
>you gently brush a few stray locks apart with your hand and plant a short good morning kiss on her lips as the dark amber strands wrap lovingly about your fingertips
>"Merry Christmas, dear"
>"Mhm," she replies, pressing herself a little closer to you and nuzzling her chin in the crook of your neck
>you let yourself relax into her as her hair playfully but gently dances over the sheets and loosely envelops the both of you
>outside you see big, poofy flakes of snow fall sluggishly across the view of the window
>yes, today will be a genuinely lazy white Christmas
>you debate whether or not getting back to sleep would be reasonable at this point, but it seems your wife has already made up her mind
>"It's still early, darling," she purrs. "We have plenty of time to ourselves..."
>just as the words leave her mouth you feel strands of amber tighten gently around your wrists as she shuffles her way from behind you
>a glance at the clock tells you it's barely past six in the morning
>"It's a little early to be opening presents, don't you think?" you tease
>"Nonsense," she answers smugly. "This is the perfect time to be ''wrapping'' my present~"
>you chuckle, entirely happy to spend the quiet morning hours on Christmas Day loving your wife
>she now sat on your lap with both hands against your chest, pressing you back down onto the pillow and slowly creating a cage like mass of honey locks around the two of you
>you found your hands being dragged by thin ropes towards her bosom as she leaned in for a very long, passionate kiss
>the moans through her nostrils certainly gave your brain a wakeup call as you softly fondled her perky nipples through her silken pajamas
>this only seemed to amplify your morning stiffness, a fact which your lover no doubt felt pressed into her hips as she ground against you
>her breathing slowly but surely became heavy and moist against your face as you slid your hand beneath the folds of her shirt
>"Let's get this out of the way, shall we?"
>you reach and lift her shirt off, with the much appreciated assistance of a few coils of her hair
>just as you attempt to return to her now wonderfully exposed flesh, the binds on your wrists tighten and drag your arms to the sides of your head
>your wife gives you a sultry smile as she tears off your own nightshirt and slides up onto your abs
>you can feel her wetness on your skin already, even through the layers of her pajama bottoms
>in rapid succession you feel your pants and underwear slide effortlessly off your legs, freeing your now towering manhood and firmly binding your ankles from movement
>she slides back over your hips, your erection now pressed firmly against her silken clad buttocks
>hundreds, if not thousands of strands of her hair envelop your shaft and balls, ever so gently caressing you like nothing else could
>the sensation is wonderfully pleasant with the right balance of intensity and speed to arouse you further, but gentle enough to leave you desiring more
>as these ministrations are going on, you are treated to the wonderful sight of her massaging her well endowed chest with her delicate fingers as more stands of hair slowly slide her pants off
>you are genuinely surprised by what she is wearing underneath
>"...Stockings?"
>and not just any stockings; appropriately Christmas themed stockings with thin red wool and poofy white trim
>her face, now flushed a deep and erotic red, curves into a provocative grin as she drags the toes of one foot across your chest and up to your chin
>"Well? Don't you usually take care of the stockings ''before'' your presents?"
>a silly grin finds its way across your lips; she had really outdone herself with the setup this time
>you make to move your arms to remove the garments from her supple legs only to find them continuing to bind you in place
>"Tsk tsk," she admonishes "It wouldn't be any fun if it were easy, now would it?"
>sighing in assent, she brings her toes to your lips and begins to drag the other leg back and forth across your stomach and chest idly
>just as you part your lips to begin your undoubtedly long and arduous task, she adds
>"And don't even think about ripping these, darling~"
>to emphasize the point, you feel a sudden tension around your shaft; a warning of repercussions of any mistakes, which soon relaxes into the regular caresses of her hair
>you smirk and lean up to take her toes into your mouth
>she playfully wiggles her toes between your lips every now and then just as you begin to get a good hold on the fabric, effectively preventing you from getting a good hold
>occasionally she'll even take her foot away and press her sole against your face, smiling smugly, knowing you're enjoying this just as much as she is
>you take it upon yourself to play along and gently nibble at her toes and the sides of her feet, eliciting a few giggles of ticklishness
>but bit by bit the red wool slackens and bunches about the tips of her feet
>seeing the opportunity, you grip them firmly with your teeth and gently, slowly begin to pull
>"Mhm, very good~"
>the stocking comes off more and more easily as your lover retracts her leg, letting the stocking fall limply onto your chest
>you are again greeted by the stunning sight of her, one hand pinching and pulling her stiffened nipples, the other disappearing behind the crimson lace of her completely soaked panties
>just as you finished taking in the full display before you, the other foot presents itself before you, thoroughly obscuring the view
>"That seemed almost too easy for you, darling~. Maybe we should make this... A. Little. More. Difficult~."
>each word is punctuted by an electrifying spark of pleasure from your crotch; her wonderful locks no doubt doing their best to milk you completely now
>you grunt as the erratic bursts of pleasure surge through you, but refocus your attention to the toes resting on your chin
>much as before, you work steadily towards removing the form fitting legwear
>but your progress is repeatedly stalled again and again by sudden and intense stimulation, forcing you to focus on keeping your boiling libido in check
>eventually the stocking slides glacially off of her marble white legs, landing atop its companion on your chest
>again you are treated to the display your wife is giving you; her usually porcelain body now blossomed into a complete blush as she works herself as furiously as her hair works your member
>she seems completely unaware that you have removed the other stocking, the playful foreplay now coming to a close
>her leg remains outstretched by your face, and you take the opportunity to lovingly plant kisses starting from her toes
>up to the tops of her feet
>to her ankles
>and her calves
>and the insides of her thighs
>her binds about your wrists have almost completely slackened now and only lovingly grasp your skin as you reach forward and pull her into a deep and passionate kiss
>she moans heavily into your mouth as one of your hands finds her rear, giving it a playful smack and a firm groping
>your other hand snakes down beside hers and meets her now drenched folds
>her tongue disentangles itself from yours as you again feel the binds on your wrists strengthening
>"I think we should move on to the real present now" your wife tells you inbetween labored pants
>her hair guides your hand at her front to the opposite side, encouraging you to take another firm grasp of her butt
>with a grunt you heave your love up, and the coils around your cock loosen to gently guide you to her entrance
>correctly positioned, you let her drop onto your lap with a satisfying slap, your head piercing her to the core
>she shudders and wraps her arms around you, beginning to grind your bodies together
>the amber cage, you notice, is a scant few inches away and undulating with both of your bodies, effectively cutting the two of you off from the outside
>you are insider her in the two most intimate senses of the word
>her grinding progressively becomes more and more energetic, turning into full blown bouncing atop your shaft as you begin to feel tightness growing in your crotch
>you begin thrusting up into her, bringing her rapidly to the point of no return as well
>"D-don't," she gasps inbetween thrusts, "don't... oh gods... darling please don't stop!"
>now at the breaking point, you jackhammer into her for the final few strokes
>you hilt yourself inside and pouring your seed into her womb as she gasps, breathless as her own orgasm rocks her
>every strand of hair surrounding you seizes as the torrent of your essence contiues to fill her for what seem like eons
>but eventually the orgasm subsides as her locks relax and cover the both of you like a blanket
>still inside of her, you both take a much needed breather
>"That was... one hell of a Christmas present" you muse, giving the woman in your arms a squeeze
>"Merry Christmas Darling, I'm glad you liked it~"
>you spend another few moments savoring the warmth of eachothers' body, lingering in the mass of silky amber hair
>and then you hear it
>''it''
>the thunderous marching of elephants down the hallway, heralding impending doom to this quiet Christmas morning
>your eyes shoot towards your wife, but she's already moving
>rather, her hair is
>a flurry of honey lays waste, or rather order, to the room and the two of you
>she starts off by removing your still sensitive and half hard manhood from her, before clothing the two of you from head to toe simultaneously
>tidying the entirety of the room takes a scant few seconds, and by the time the deafening noise reaches our door the two of you are tucked back in bed, as if you had just woken up
>your heart pounds in your chest as the door flies open, two waist high balls of energy and golden hair crashing in, bounding immediately up onto the bedspread
>"Wake up wake up! Mama it's snowing outside!"
>"Come on come on! Papa it's Christmas, there are presents downstairs!"
>"I know, I know sweetie, let Papa get up and make breakfast while Mama takes a shower, 'kay?"
>"Go on downstairs and open your ''stockings'', girls" your wife adds, giving you a none too conspicuous wink as you start to slide out of bed
>"Yay!" your two little munchkins squeal with delight as they lurch to the door and patter down the hall
>you stand up and give a look of relief to your wife as you wipe a few beads of sweat from your brow
>just as you complete the motion your eldest daughter pokes her head back in and complains
>"C'mon Papa, we've been awake for hours already, we're really hungry"
>you freeze in place for a step before the youngest peeks her head in beside her sister and scruntches her face up
>"Why does it smell so weird in here?"
>your wife flowers into an impressive blush as you find the will to disengage your feet from the floor and quickly usher your little munchkins out the door
>"How about Papa makes you two some french toast?"
>entirely forgetting the state of your bedroom, the two cheer happily at having their favorite for breakfast
>it certainly was on hell of a Christmas Day


>"Papa, you smell funny"
>you really aught to take a shower