It happens so often it’s earned an acronym: TFCGF. The Furtive Christmas Garage Fuck.
Drunken uncles play Madden NFL, braying. Televisions wail upstairs, some trilogy involving annoying robots. Santa and Jesus leer from neighbor’s lawns. It’s all too goddam loud and bright.
My wife and I share a look from across the holiday wasteland. Now. We’re both up, headed for the door. She pinches her nipples, teasing me, laughing, flattening against my nephew’s Camaro. I press my cock against her holy body, she throws me an incandescent leer. The world goes dark, but for the light of her smile.
Peace.
