Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. I love all the different traditions people have, such as their favorite casserole or pie or how they prepare the turkey. It might be seeing some of your favorite relatives. Why is it my favorite, you ask?
It started a few years ago. We were going to have a lot of family over for the holiday. I forgot to set my alarm, and when I woke up, I saw my clock and was late getting up. I rushed out to the kitchen to get things started. My husband Tim woke up about forty-five minutes later. He came to the kitchen to see me rushing around to prepare things. He mostly noticed how I was dressed, or should I say how I wasn’t dressed. All I had on was my panties.
He said, “Annie, I think you should always cook like that.”
He walked up behind me and pulled down my panties so he could fuck me right there in the kitchen.
I turned to him and said, “You’ll just have to wait until I stuff the turkey and put it in the oven.”
Tim said, “Hurry up, I want to stuff you.”
I got the turkey in the oven, and as I was bent over, shutting the oven drawer. I felt his cock go into my pussy. I braced myself against the kitchen counter, and he fucked me right there. I could see the reflection of his cock going in and out of me on the refrigerator door. Faster and faster, he went, soaking me. He came within a few minutes.
Now, each year, when I go to the kitchen to start Thanksgiving dinner, I do it in the nude. Tim will stand and the kitchen, slowly stroking his cock and watching me. I can see him drooling with anticipation. My code word for him to come fuck me is “Stuffing.”
We have done this in different places in the kitchen. My favorite is when I sit on the kitchen counter so I can watch Tim’s cock go in and out, stuffing me. One year, I sat on the cherry pie on the counter. He would not let me get off the pie, and we both ended up with cherries all over ourselves. In case you don’t know cherry pie makes a great breakfast. All I had to serve later that day was pumpkin pie to our guests.
Most couples celebrate their love on Valentine’s Day, not us. We love Thanksgiving.
This Thanksgiving was like most of the others, with Tim fucking me as soon as the turkey was stuffed and in the oven. We added a few new people to our guest list this year: Tim’s aunt and her husband.
Everyone was enjoying the food and drink.
Tim’s aunt Kim said, “I have to say, Annie, you are a great cook, and you must give me the recipe for your stuffing.”
I started to giggle and said, “Thank you. I am glad you liked the dinner and the stuffing.”
My giggle almost turned to laughter, and Kim asked, “Why is that funny?”
I replied, “It’s not that funny. It’s just that we like the stuffing the best, too.”
She shrugged her shoulders and finished her meal.
After dinner, everyone gathered around the television to watch our favorite team play football. The tryptophan in the turkey took hold, and a few took a cat nap.
Tim made eye contact with me, signaling me to go to our bedroom.
I went to the bedroom, and he shut the door behind us and said, “I got a hard-on when Kim said stuffing. I wanted to take you right then on the dining table. I could tell by the way you giggled you wanted it too.”
I smiled and said, “Why not take me right now? If we hurry, we can be done before the third quarter starts, and no one will miss us.”
Tim raised his eyebrows, and I knew he loved the idea by his look.
He took off his jeans, and I took off mine. He was hard as a rock.
He said, “Don’t make too much noise, Annie. It would be embarrassing as hell if we got caught.”
We went to the bathroom, and he said, smiling, “Get on the counter. I have already checked for cherry pie.”
We could hear the television as we fucked. I whispered in his ear, “Stuffing, stuffing, stuffing. Stuff me, Tim.”
I thought this was so hot being fucked while most of our family were in the other room watching television. I had an orgasm and had to cover my mouth so we would not be heard. Tim came in seconds after I covered my mouth.
We returned to join the others, and Tim’s dad asked, “Where did you two go?”
Tim replied, “Oh, I was helping Annie look for her recipe for stuffing to give to Kim.”
The day ended and everyone left for their homes, and another successful Thanksgiving was over for our household.
The night did not end for Tim and me. As he closed the door, I said, “Stuffing, stuffing, stuffing.”
You might want to start your own tradition this year if not remember when you eat your stuffing, think of Annie and Tim. You may get as lucky as they did.
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!
