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Lionel Shabandar thought he knew the true meaning of Christmas. The gifts, the decorations, the songs, the parties. All of that changed once he settled down and had a family of his own. His wife Michelle had given birth to their twins Michael and Emma five months earlier, and his life never felt so full. Sure, there were sleepless nights, and he would tag team with Michelle to care for the children and tend to their needs. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. Michelle was a goddess and a champion in his eyes, completely devoting herself to their family, and he fell more in love with her every day. When Christmas time came around, he wanted to show her off at the annual Shabandar Corporation Christmas party and introduce his children to as many people as he could. Michelle was a bit hesitant.
“Lionel… I’m not quite as in shape as I used to be,” she said sadly, looking down at the floor. “I don’t know how I’ll fit in a dress since I’ve been in sweatpants for months, and I don’t feel glamorous at all.”
Lionel immediately put one arm on her shoulder and placed one hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Michelle, my love… You gave me the greatest gift anyone has ever given me, our twins. You grew life, and you’re nurturing it now. You’ve never been more beautiful to me than you are today. You could wear a potato sack, and I would still want to ravish you.”
She let out a small laugh. “You’re serious.”
“Absolutely, I am.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I want you every minute of every day, and like I said in our wedding vows, I will prove to you that deserve all of this.”
Michelle leaned into Lionel’s strong arms. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Lionel.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, my love, but I’m not going to question the universe.” He kissed her. “Now let me spoil my lioness for a bit.”
The Shabandar Corporation annual Christmas party finally arrived. Lionel had gotten Belle, his assistant and friend, to reserve the ballroom at The Savoy for this year’s party and insisted on the finest catering he could get. He also surprised Michelle by sending a glam squad to their home to help her get ready for the party, which included a hair stylist, makeup artist, nail technician, and stylist. Michelle gasped upon their arrival. She was about to protest when Lionel silenced her with a kiss.
“You deserve some pampering, Michelle,” he said. “I’ll look after the twins for a bit while you get ready.”
“But –“
“No but’s, love. Enjoy some time to yourself.”
Michelle finally felt a bit like herself again after spending some time with the glam squad. The women were incredibly skillful and efficient in getting her ready. The stylist picked out a floor length forest green gown for her to wear, and when Michelle looked in the mirror, she almost didn’t recognize what she saw. Gone were the bags under her eyes and were replaced by a gold shimmery eye shadow on her lids with black winged liner, false eyelashes, and red lipstick. Her hair was washed and styled in loose curls to frame her face. Her nails were painted with a red shimmery polish. She admitted that she hadn’t felt this beautiful since her wedding day.
When she finally stepped out of the bathroom in her full attire, she found Lionel waiting for her in an impeccable tuxedo with their twins dressed in a coordinating mini tuxedo and red plaid dress. Lionel couldn’t take his eyes off her with his jaw hitting the ground.
“You look stunning, Lady Shabandar,” he said, eyeing her up and down. “So stunning that I’m willing to skip my own company party and have my way with you right now…”
Michelle blushed. “As much as I would love to do that, my husband… I believe the purpose of dressing me up like this is to entertain our guests and to make our introduction as a family.”
Lionel sighed. “I guess you’re right…”
“That doesn’t mean we can’t have our own special after party afterwards.”
He smiled. “Now you’re talking…”
They made their way to The Savoy with collective gasps from the guests. People fawned over the twins and were overjoyed to see Lionel and Michelle together once more. Michelle had only just returned to work at The Shabandar Foundation but had only made Zoom meetings. They were joined by Belle, her boyfriend Chris, Emily (arguably the greatest best friend in setting up Lionel and Michelle to begin with), and her now fiancé Max. There was a lot of joy and laughter in the room. No one seemed to notice when Lionel stepped away for a bit but were shocked to see him re-enter the party.
“Ho ho ho!” he exclaimed, now dressed in a red Santa suit and fake beard. “I hope you all have been nice.”
He was greeted with much delight by the guests. Michelle could only laugh and roll her eyes.
“You married him,” Emily said, jokingly.
“Yes, he’s mine,” she said with a slight blush to her cheeks.
Lionel made his way around the ballroom as Santa before circling around to Michelle and their babies.
“Hello, sweet children,” Lionel said, still with his Santa voice. “Now I know you both are on the nice list.”
Emma looked up at him with wonder in his fake beard while Michael looked slightly confused. He picked both of them up from their stroller into his arms. Michael grabbed enough of the fake beard to pull it down to see his father’s face before relaxing.
“Daddy’s here,” he whispered. “I love you both.” He kissed both of them on the forehead before handing Michael to Michelle and Emma to Emily. Belle had joined them at this point, offering to help hold if needed.
“Now as for their mother…” Lionel said, resuming his Santa voice and adjusting his fake beard on his face. “She will have to wait till she gets home to see if she’s on the nice list.”
Michelle smirked. “I think I’m nice by default.”
Lionel gave her a devilish grin. “We’ll see about that.”
They didn’t stay at the party much longer as the twins were starting to get fussy. It was way past their bedtime, and they were a bit overstimulated by the sights, sounds, and people. As soon as they got back home, Michelle headed straight to the nursery to get the babies out of their party outfits and into their onesies for bed. Lionel was waiting for her in their bedroom when she was finished, still wearing the Santa suit and fake beard.
“Close the door and lock it, my dear,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes while seated on their bed. “This is a private session with Santa.”
Michelle did what she was told before coming to him and having a seat on his lap.
“What would you like for Christmas, little girl?” he asked with one arm around her shoulders and his other hand in her lap.
“Well, Santa…” she said, thinking hard. “I don’t want very much really, but there is something I’d like.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Well, it’s more of a someone than a something…”
Lionel’s eyes darkened. “Go on…”
“There’s this man… A tall and devastatingly handsome, older man. Charming, kind, and funny. Hard working. Complete family man. Wonderful with my children.” She ran her hands down his chest. “I can’t help but want him.” Lionel groaned in response. “It’s more of a need really. Like he walks into a room, and I want to do unspeakable things to him. And I want him to do unspeakable things to me and not let him out of my bed.”
Lionel could hardly speak at this point. He was already hard looking at Michelle in her fancy dress all night and looking better than any model or actress he had seen in his life. Her confession only turned him on even more, and he knew she could feel it.
“And I know I might have said I only wanted two children before, but he’s making me reconsider…”
At this point, Lionel took the fake beard off his face and tossed it to the side in order to kiss Michelle properly and deeply. Michelle had to pull away after a minute to catch her breath.
“You know, Santa… I’m not sure Mrs. Claus would appreciate you kissing me like that,” she said with a laugh.
Lionel kissed her neck. “Mrs. Claus can get over it.” He reached underneath the bed to hand Michelle a gift box wrapped in shiny red and white wrapping paper. “I know it’s not Christmas yet, but I wanted you to have this early.”
Michelle took the gift and unwrapped it carefully. She gasped when she saw what was inside: a sheer red babydoll lingerie top with red lace trim and a red lace thong.
“Wear it for me,” Lionel said huskily.
“I guess I’m not on the nice list then?” Michelle asked, cheekily.
“Contrary to popular belief, I do have a soft side for the naughty list.” He ran one hand down her back. “Go change, my love. I’ll be right here when you get back.”
She kissed him before going into the bathroom to change. Lionel took off his shoes and got up on the bed with his back against the headboard. He wanted to make tonight special and show Michelle how much he still desired her after giving birth. When she stepped out of the bathroom, he had to stop himself from jumping on her.
“My, my,” he said. “My wife looks absolutely delicious.” He licked his lips. “Come here, so I can take good look at you.”
She climbed onto the bed and straddled him. “Like what you see?”
“I love it.” He rolled over, pinning her beneath him. “Now I’m going to take my time and savor this…”
Lionel worshipped every inch of her, making his way down from her mouth to her neck. He lifted the top to take one of her nipples into his mouth before going to her other breast. Michelle moaned before lifting the top and throwing it onto the floor. Lionel smirked, making his way further down her body.
“As exquisite as this set is…” he said in between kisses down her abdomen. “I think I love it best when you have nothing on…”
“Same for you, my lion,” Michelle gasped as he moved her thong to one side before taking her clit into his mouth. She immediately ran both of her hands through his hair, pulling him closer. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Lionel looked up at her as he devoured her. He would never tire of seeing Michelle lost in pleasure with her head back against the pillows. He felt like the luckiest man alive knowing that his wife wanted him as much as he wanted her. He added his fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clinch him. Michelle whimpered.
“That’s it, my lioness,” he said. “You always take what I give you so beautifully.”
“Baby, I’m so close,” she said between moans.
“Come for me, my darling. I got you.”
Michelle came harder than she had in a long time. Lionel held her tightly, watching pleasure take over her, and he couldn’t help but feel smug. He finally removed her thong and tossed it carelessly. When she finally caught her breath, she dragged Lionel up from between her legs to kiss him, tasting herself on her lips.
“Lionel, you always know how to make me feel good,” she said, unbuttoning his Santa jacket and tossing it to the side.
He smirked. “I’m not even done yet with you yet, Lady Shabandar…”
“Then get back to work, my lion.” She started undoing his trousers and slipped her hand inside his underwear, grabbing his erection and pumping him.
“As my wife commands…” he gasped, kicking his trousers and underwear off his legs. “Keep that up, baby, and I’ll be coming all over your hand instead of inside you.”
Michelle pumped him a couple more times before letting him go and wrapping her legs around him. Lionel wasted no time thrusting into her, and Michelle loved every second of it. He savored every cry, whimper, moan, and shout of his name. She marked him with love bites all across his neck and chest, and he cherished all of them.
“Harder, Lionel,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”
He smirked before going harder and faster, earning him even louder moans. He delighted in how her breasts bounced with his thrusts and how wrecked she looked as he took her. He changed his angle, hitting her in the spot he knew would make her come fast, and Michelle shattered again. He smiled as she rode out her orgasm, knowing that he was close. He spilled inside her after a few more thrusts before collapsing on his side and pulling her against him.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” Lionel said with a smile.
“Merry Christmas, my lion,” Michelle replied, running her hands up and down his arms. “If I knew Santa could fuck me like that, I would have been naughtier sooner…”
Lionel burst out laughing. “Only if that Santa was me. I’d rather not fight a man with a whole bunch of reindeer…”
“Of course.”
“Now just imagine how good I can give it to you on Christmas Day…”
Michelle blushed and shook her head. “You’re going to have to behave on Christmas Day. My mother will be here, and we’re hosting our Christmas lunch with Belle, Emily, and their families.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
“Oh, Lionel. I promise I’ll make it worth the wait…”