It's like a palace

SHANE

The place was enormous, especially from the perspective of two people who’d spent our entire lives living in apartments. I’m not even sure the word “cabin” really did it justice—the space was cozy and rustic without feeling tacky, and there wasn’t a single piece of taxidermy in sight. No creepy moose heads staring at us from the wall while we ate our dinner.

Instead, we found a beautiful antique pool table, and—much to our delight—a cedar sauna.

“That looks very interesting,” Ria observed with a wink.

Each new, luxurious amenity we came across inspired another erotic fantasy for my overactive imagination. The bathroom boasted a huge, walk-in shower and a spacious whirlpool bathtub. I envisioned all sorts of combinations of Ria and Tracy rubbing their soapy bodies against me while we went at it in that bathroom. A guy can dream, can’t he?

After we settled in, Ria surprised me with an early Christmas present: a box filled to the brim with mistletoe.

“Part of ‘Operation White Christmas,’” she explained with a wink. “When you’re standing under the mistletoe, you’ve got to kiss whoever you’re with, right? So what better way than to help get Connor and Tracy back together than by booby-trapping the cabin before they get here? We’ll hang this stuff up everywhere—over every doorway, in the sauna, by the pool table—it’ll be like a kissing version of Home Alone.”

“And if I’m caught under the mistletoe with Tracy, or if you’re caught under it with Connor…”

“Well then, I guess we’ll just have to take one for the team and give them a kiss.”

I shook my head, amused. “This is gonna be an exciting week, isn’t it?”

“I sure hope so,” she giggled, taking a sprig of mistletoe out of the box and holding it above my head. I quickly kissed her on the lips. “Well, what do you know? It really works.”

“Seems that way, but I think we need one more test, just to make sure.”

Teasing, I took the mistletoe from her and lowered it until it was right in front of my crotch. I gave Ria an expectant smile, and she burst out laughing.

“Hey, rules are rules,” I taunted.

“You’re gonna make me eat my words, huh?” she asked.

I didn’t need to answer. My beautiful wife dropped to her knees and obediently unzipped my fly.

…

The next morning, Ria and I ran around like crazy preparing the place ready for Operation White Christmas. We swept and dusted the whole cabin from top to bottom, lit some scented candles (Ria’s idea), and strung up romantic twinkle lights in the living room and both bedrooms. We also put Ria’s mistletoe everywhere we could manage.

Tracy showed up first, wearing a too-tight turtleneck that immediately got my pulse racing with the way it clung to her humongous breasts. She embraced both of us with a tandem hug: “Oh my god, you guys, this place is HUGE!”

“Ahem,” Ria coughed, pointing up at the mistletoe overhead.

Tracy smiled naughtily at me and planted a nice, wet smooch on my lips, leaving behind a lingering taste of peppermint lipgloss. Then she turned to my wife and, much to my voyeuristic delight, made a show of kissing her, as well.

“Ooh, I like your lipgloss,” Ria giggled.