Tantalizing Stories by Donnee Patrese

New Year’s Eve... I wasn’t very hopeful. I wasn’t hopeful that the New Year would bring a change in my marriage. I had these thoughts as my husband and I made love. It was 6am and he rolled over wanting to have sex. I was excited. Christmas Day was the last time we had sex and it was only a few days later and he wanted to do it again. “Oh Yes!” my husband moaned. He pounded me and was just as aggressive as he was before pulling my legs onto his shoulder hammering me. This time there wasn’t any foreplay. There was only his sudden need and my free and waiting vagina. I was down to make love to my husband but it’s been two minutes and he was close to coming already. “Fuck!” he groaned. Then he came inside of me letting my legs fall to the bed. We lay that way for a few minutes before I spoke. “Don’t you want to eat me out?” I asked rolling over to look at him. Breathing heavily he replied. “No. I just came inside of you. It would be like I was eating my own cu

Christmas Day… “Shhh…” I said hoping to soothe the crying baby in my arms.  It was 6am and I was shocked no one was awake yet. I thought the constant crying of a 10 month old would have had the entire house up and ready to open gifts. Yet no one stirred except me and the baby. It was fine by me. I wasn’t ready to face anyone just yet. I didn’t get much sleep. My mind was focused on the day before and the encounter that put my life with my family in jeopardy. I slept with a man I did not know with my kids and in-laws not far away. What was wrong with me? I never in a million years thought I was capable of cheating on my husband. I was disgusted with myself. Yet, deep down inside in some remote corner of my soul I had never felt more alive. Every time I thought about my encounter with the mall Santa, my sex would drip with anticipation of feeling that way again. I looked down to see that the baby was fast asleep. I placed him in his crib and quietly exited the room closing the

Christmas Eve... Christmas time at the mall was always wild and for the past three years I have found myself along with all the other crazy people waiting on Santa Claus.  I never liked bringing my kids here but my husband always insisted they should see Santa and take pictures.  Of course, he was not the one to bring them. That was my job. Now, I stand here in line with my kids waiting for each one to tell Santa Claus they want something that mommy and daddy can’t afford. The parting gift is a crappy picture with one eye closed or a face turn that blurs the shot. “What the hell is taking this Santa so long? Let the kids tell him one gift and get them off his lap.” My sister-in-law Jasmine said. She came to the mall with us after my husband talked her into joining my mother-in-law, Dorothy, and me. I could have done better with her staying home. She was cranky and I knew she was going to make this trip a miserable one.   “I agree Jazzy. We’ve been in here for two hours a

Two days before Christmas... My in laws arrived bright and early the next morning bringing with them gifts and anarchy. The kids were so excited to see them and I was excited the kids had a new distraction.  “Grandma!” they screamed throwing themselves in her arms. “My beautiful grandbabies,” she said embracing them. My oldest son grabbed all the bags from his aunt and grandmother. They were clearly much too heavy for him but like his father he was a perfect gentleman. “Come here baby sister,” Jeremy said grabbing his sister roughly. They hugged tightly. My husband was just as excited as the kids to see his mother and sister. He was always very close to his family and living across the country from them has been very difficult. Yet, he knew this new job gave him so many opportunities to provide for the large family he really wanted. He was on his way to fulfilling his dream. We already had four and he has expressed he wanted at least four more. I didn’t know how that