29. Saskia

Chapter 29

Saskia

The Following Christmas

Henry and I decorated the tree yesterday, and the cottage looks as beautiful as ever. The fire is lit, carols are on the radio, but I’m too nervous to relax, hovering by the living room window and watching the skies.

“I hope this snow doesn’t cause any problems on the roads.”

Henry comes up behind me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. He has been nothing but a calming presence all year long, and I soften back against his chest.

“It will be fine,” he says, sweeping my hair to one side and kissing my neck. “If we get snowed in like last year, I don’t think that would be a bad thing.”

“What if we don’t have enough food?”

“Darling, that fridge will burst if you put another thing in it. We have more than enough food, and I’ve put extra bottles of Champagne in the garden to keep cool. If it’s anything like our summer trip, we won’t spend much time eating, anyway. Well… not food.”

His warm laugh sends a shiver down my spine. He sinks his teeth into my neck, and my thighs squeeze together.

Henry moved to London in March, and our art dealership, House of Hatton Stone, launched soon after. Casper’s millionaire Mayfair client bragged about his recent commissions in Architectural Digest, so it's been a great year for him too.

In July, we spent a heavenly week in Italy visiting him and his new girlfriend, Lucilla. Fortunately for all of us, she has a similar attitude when it comes to sex. 'Pleasure is pleasure' , and we should seek as much of it as possible.

After talking about it on the phone beforehand, then again in person, we agreed we were all open to experimenting together and planned to see where the mood took us.

We barely made it past dinner on the first night before our men turned their chairs to face each other and lifted us into their respective laps. They unbuttoned our summer dresses, hooked our legs open, and placed bets on which woman could make herself orgasm first.

I was far too distracted watching Lucilla play with her beautiful body to win, but from there, it was pretty clear we’d be spending our week as a foursome in various states of ecstasy. She and I have become good friends since, and speak often.

“Aren’t you nervous?” I ask him.

“More excited than nervous. Last year was so amazing. It’s a lot to live up to.”

“What part do you think about most?” I ask, catching a cheeky smile spreading across his face when I turn in his arms.

“Strangely, it’s the getting out of the cuffs part after you left us tied to those chairs.”

I glance past his shoulder at the dining table and try not to laugh. Those chairs took a beating last year, and the table needed a thorough clean-up after what they did to me on it.

“You never did tell me how you managed it.”

“Teamwork, darling.” He kisses one cheek, then the other. “What was your favourite part?”

“The fullness,” I sigh, a dull ache blooming between my legs. “That sensation of being filled everywhere. I couldn’t think about anything except how good it felt.”

My god, the fullness.

I think about it often.

“Well, then I’m glad we have some extra toys this year to help us all feel that way.”

Henry and I have spent a lot of the past twelve months experimenting with all the ways we can make each other feel good.

The box of toys on the dining table now contains a few strap-on toys of various sizes. All December, my thoughts have drifted to fantasies about me and Lucilla watching each other fuck our men while they kiss, and I know she’s been thinking about it, too.

I'm also hoping she and I will find ourselves tied back to back like the boys were last year. Perhaps also blindfolded for an even more intense game of Guess Who?

Suddenly, there are headlights on the approach, and the room floods with light. I can hardly contain my excitement when Casper’s car comes to a stop in the driveway, and two beautiful figures step out.

“They’re here.”

Henry cups my face and kisses me deeply. It’s one last moment that’s just for us. I feel his cock getting hard already, and wonder how long it will be before the fun and games begin.

“Come on,” he says, guiding me towards the door. “Let’s make this Christmas even better than the last.”

THE END