37 comments/ 55035 views/ 2 favorites The Christmas Gift By: Honey123 AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS STORY IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE FANTASIES. I'M STILL WAITING FOR IT TO COME TRUE... ~ ~ ~ THE CHRISTMAS GIFT I give the package a shake. No noise. It's a little heavy, too. Hmm. You've been out of town on a business trip and will be returning the day before Christmas. Although we speak nearly every day, you never mentioned sending me a gift, I figured we would be together when we exchanged presents. Scratching my head, I sit down and begin to open the package. There is a medium-sized box inside and a card is taped on the top. 'Open first' is written in your hand and I pull it off, my curiosity increasing. I read the card. Then I re-read it while shaking my head and smiling. We had talked about my fantasy, I just never expected it would actually happen. Tossing the card to the side, I open the box. Running my hand along the items enclosed, I bite my lip. Anxiously I await December 25th, never saying a word to you or letting on that I received the package. I have my instructions and I'm eager to follow them. ~ ~ ~ Now the day is here! My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest. I take a few deep breaths, and ring your doorbell. I've been a nervous wreck ever since the package arrived. I hold my breath and hear footsteps inside, approaching the door. I smile when you answer wearing only boxers. I exhale slowly and realize my excitement has been overtaken by desire. You look unbelievably handsome; your muscular shoulders . . . your chiseled chest, it takes a lot of strength not to reach out and run my hands down your skin. I let my eyes wander over your body, taking in every part of you. You smile and step aside to let me in. As you turn to close the door, I let my coat drop. When you turn around to face me, your intake of breath and the widening of your eyes let me know you like what you see and I smile. I'm dressed in the gifts you sent: stiletto heels, red bra, red thong and beige thigh hi's. Unable to wait, I abandon my instructions and move closer, pressing myself against you, walking you back against the closed door. Our kiss is long, our tongues twirling around one another, licking, tasting. I take your tongue between my lips, sucking at it as we part. I run my fingernails down your chest, feeling your skin beneath them. You tilt your head back against the door and I kiss your neck, letting my tongue slowly trail down your collarbone and across your shoulder. Mmm...I love your shoulders! I linger there for a few seconds, kissing the skin, licking your muscles, nipping at you. My hands caress the sides of your body, around your back, lightly forcing your chest against my breasts. As you bring your hips to mine, I can feel how hard you are and I slowly rotate, presssing my pelvis against you. Your hands and fingers caress my back, move up my spine, become entangled in my hair. With some force, you pull my face away from your shoulders and look directly into my eyes. I feel myself get wet as I await my instruction. "Get on your knees." I smile. Yes, this is exactly what I want, what I imagined. As I lower to my knees, my fingernails scrap down the sides of your body, my tongue leaving a wet path down your stomach. I can feel your intake of breath and smile. I slip my hands inside the waistband of your boxer, sliding my fingers around to your buttocks. Your cock straining, tenting your boxer. I lean forward, my lips circling the material covering the head of your cock. With teasing fingers, I draw your boxers down your hips, letting them fall around your feet, sliding my fingers back up your inner thighs, cupping your sack, trailing the length of your shaft. My lips are within inches of your rigid cock, I hear a small growl escape your throat and I look up at you. "Suck my cock," you demand, your eyes close slightly but still watch me. I press my face closer to you, coming in contact with your pubic area, the sparse hair tickling my nose as I move it back and forth, breathing in deeply, taking in your scent, the smell of your sex. A red flush begins to creep onto your cheeks and I grab hold of your cock, sliding my tongue up, licking the swollen head. I twirl my tongue around the ridge, grazing the skin with my teeth before bringing my lips down along the shaft, using a hand to cup and massage your sack, while the other holds you firmly in my mouth. I look up at you as I run your cock along my lips, watching you watch me. I stick out my tongue, flattening it against the shaft, running it from the bottom to the tip before bringing it fully into my mouth again. Just having you in my mouth makes drives me mad with want. With every lick and suck of your cock, I can feel my nipples tingle and the need to feel you against them increases. As I bring your cock out of my mouth, I give it a few quick flicks with my tongue, then slide it along my neck to my breasts. I close my eyes enjoying how you feel against my skin and can tell you are watching as I slide one bra cup over, exposing my hard nipple, and run the tip of your cock along it, the pre-cum making it glisten. "I will cum on your tits." Nodding, I take you into my mouth as you begin to pump your hips, fucking my face. You push further into my throat, even though you are big, I barely gag, loving the way you feel deep in there. My hands grip your hips and slide around to your ass. My fingers tease you as I spread your cheeks finding that puckered hole. I slide my finger down between your legs, letting my saliva trickle on it before I resume my goal to finger fuck your ass. When I hear you moan, I slide my finger into your ass, mimicking the way your cock is pumping in and out of my mouth. I feel your body tighten and push it deeper in, while pulling you out of my mouth just when you tell me you are about to cum. I watch with delight and fascination as your cum squirts out, hitting my lips first, and as I bring you to my breasts, splashing on my tits and my stomach. I close my eyes, licking my lips tasting the saltiness of your cum. You take your boxers and wipe the remaining cum off my body, bringing the cloth down lower running it between my thighs. My body tingles from the excitement of having you touch me and I moan in pleasure. You drop the cloth and kneel behind me, pressing my body against yours as your hands grab my hips. I raise my arms, encircling your head, bringing it closer to me, moaning as your lips kiss my neck, biting me gently. Arching my back, I push my ass out against your cock, feeling it harden again. Slowly you caress my body, your hands moving up and cupping my breasts, your fingers sliding inside my bra, teasing my already hard nipples. You bring your hands down along my stomach, your fingers sliding inside my thong, moving them around my hips to my ass cheeks. A moment later you slip it off, letting it drop to my knees as you run your hand up the insides of my thighs until you reach the shaven lips of my pussy. You easily slide your finger along the wet lips until you reach my clit. There, you concentrate on that hard nub, flicking it back and forth, mashing it, caressing it, your fingers becoming covered in my juice. My hands continue to caress your ass, your hips, my fingernails teasing your skin creating tiny goose bumps. I tease your cock by grinding against it with my ass, tightening the muscles, bringing back alive. You grab my chin with your one free hand then kiss me hard on the lips, then place your hand on my shoulder bending me down. I put out my hands for support and I wait for you on all fours. I feel your cock sliding along my ass, I close my eyes and push myself out to you, wanting you in me. I close my eyes, arching my back as you push the head into my wet pussy. Your cock is so thick you fill me up perfectly. I try to control myself, I want to push back hard on you, hard and fast. But I wait. The desire in me building. You pump yourself into me slowly at first, but as you feel my body tighten around you, you begin pushing harder. I push back as you thrust into me faster, faster. I moan as your balls slap against my clit. Your hands grip my hips harder, pulling me back against you. I lean lower on one elbow and reach back for my clit. A jolt of excitement shoots through my body as I massage it. I am so wet, and my fingers easily slide up and down on the throbbing skin. I feel your cock pumping in and out of my pussy. It clenches tight and I bring my fingers up again to touch myself. Just when I think I can't hold on any longer, I shout out, "Fuck me!" but instead of continuing, you stop. I turn to you, confused. "Get up!" You say, seeing the look in your eyes, I don't question your order. "Did I say you could speak? Did I say you could touch yourself?" Silently I stand, waiting, my body throbbing with desire. I open my mouth to say how much I want to touch you. I want my hands, my mouth on you; needing you to fuck me, but you stop me. "I didn't say you could speak." I blink and close my mouth. I feel my nipples tingling and cannot believe how my body is reacting to this game. Is it possible that I am getting wetter? A quick glance insures me that it is so. I watch as your hand moves up and down your cock. I feel jealous. Slowly you walk around me, the fingers of your free hand caressing my back then sliding down and between the crack of my ass. You tease me with one finger, pressing and circling the hole of my anus. Closing my eyes, I resist the urge to move my hips and grind against your finger. My breath becoming ragged as you slide your fingers down further and run them along my pussy. I moan involuntarily, my legs spreading. "I'm going to fuck your ass." As you say these words you push my hair away from my neck, your breath sending shivers down my spine. I tilt my head waiting for your lips. I take a deep breath. Oh God. Yes. I want you to fuck my ass. "Do you want that, slut?" "Slut? Who the fu..." slips from my lips, forgetting my role in our game. "I ask the questions. Do you want that, slut?" Your voice is forceful and I am not sure if I am pissed or excited. "Yes." I say again. "Yes, what?" I hesitate then whisper, "Yes, sir." Walking around to face me, I see you smile and I wait, watching your eyes sweep over my body. I raise my chin and you look at me, eyebrow lifting, questioning if I am being defiant. I lower my eyes, I'll play this with you. I want you to control me and you know it. After all, it is my fantasy, my Christmas gift. "Go to the couch and bend over the arm." Quietly, I do as you say. I notice that you had put a towel on the arm of the chair and I position myself upon it, smiling inwardly. You had even taken a pillow and placed it precisely where I could rest my forehead. I could feel heat beginning to swell inside my body. You know me so well and know that I could only go so far with this game. As I bend over the armrest, I feel your hands grasp my wrists and watch as you tie my thong around them. I could see the wet spot on the crotch and am immediately doused with the sweet smell of my sex. "Hold still." You demand and I feel your hands grip my hips. My body involuntarily clenches as I feel your breath on the cheeks on of my ass, I moan as I feel your tongue licking between them. My moaning urges you on and you plunge your tongue deep into my asshole. You swirl your tongue around, saliva mixing with my juices. I moan again as your finger dips into my slick hole, gathering the wetness, spreading it and gently sliding it into me. I push back against it lightly, you run your finger along my slit and then back up again, this time plunging two fingers inside me, the skin tightening around them. Hearing my intake of breath, you grab a handful of hair, forcing my head back. "Do you like that, slut?" Your voice is low, provocative. Your breath against my ear is both exciting and ticklish. "Yes." At this you spank my ass. I bite my lip as the sensitive skin begins to sting, you wait a moment and then do it again. Each time is a little harder. Realizing my mistake, I say "Yes, sir!" I hear you laugh and I press my face against the pillow so you don't see or hear me laughing, for fear of another spanking. As your hand slides between the cheeks of my ass, I feel a cold gel on your fingers. Instinctively, my hips arch out to you and I feel the tip of your cock touching my asshole. Swallowing hard, I try to relax, but my excitement is building. I feel you push the tip inside and I push myself to you. I know how big you are. I know it will hurt, but I want to feel you there. You start to caress my clit, knowing I need to be relaxed. You also know that I will cum hard and fast when you are inside me. As you caress me, my hips move back toward you, you guide your cock inside me. I feel pain, but it's such a sweet pain my body opens to accept you. Once the head is past my hole, you slide into me. My body clenches against you, holding you captive. Your hand massages my clit faster now, sliding along the lips, dipping into my pussy and then out again. With each movement of your hand, your cock slowly slides in and out of my asshole. As I approach my orgasm, my body moves against you faster, bringing you deeper into my ass. It's so unbelievably painful and sweet as spasms rip through my body, my ass contracting against your shaft, squeezing it, milking it. My clit hardens to your touch, my cum wetting your fingers, spreading to my thighs. I hear you moan as both your hands now grip my hips, pulling me to you. I can feel your cock jerk inside me as your need for release heightens. With one long thrust, you groan and I feel your body tense before you pull out, seconds later your hot cum splashes over my ass. I feel your body relax against my back, your hand coming down to gently stroke me, causing tiny orgasms from my sensitive clit. I feel your lips kissing my back and I turn slightly to face you. "Slut, huh?" I say smiling at your handsome face. For that I get a laugh from you and a smack on my already throbbing ass. "And we're not done. Besides, unlike Christmas, I cum more than once a year." We both collapse onto the couch laughing. ~ ~ ~ ACKNOWLEDGMENTS: I WANT TO THANK RUMPLE FORESKIN FOR EDITING MY STORY AND FOR THOSE WHO READ IT PRE-SUBMISSION AND ENCOURAGED ME TO SUBMIT IT. REMEMBER, VOTES, PC'S AND FEEDBACK WILL ALWAYS KEEP MY HONEY CUMMING... The Christmas Gift I was sitting in the kitchen of my parent's home, sipping my morning coffee. I could hear my mother talking to her friend, Miranda, on the phone as she went about her housekeeping chores. "Oh, I don't know what to do about it, Miranda; I haven't had sex in so long...I may have forgotten how." Mom spoke as if she didn't know I was there. I slid quietly out of the kitchen and down the hall towards my bedroom, wondering what Mom meant about 'not having sex'. Later that day Dad came in and I decided to prod him for an answer to mom's problem. "Dad how are you and mom getting along?" "Just fine, baby doll." Dad replied, then asked, "How's the dormitory life at school?" "Oh, you know, small and noisy." I responded. Dad asked me to help put up the Christmas lights; he attached them to the eaves of the roof as I untangled the strands of lights. I couldn't figure out what was worse, mom not getting any or Dad not seeming to care. I decided to take the direct approach. "Dad, do you and mom ever...you know...make love?" "Just what kind of question is that to ask your father young lady?" "I was just wondering if you and mom were still in love." "Making love and being in love are two different things baby doll." Dad explained, "There comes a time when a married couple put away such things and just enjoy one another's company." I began to understand mom's plight; mom was still sexual while Dad was just comfortable. I decided to drop the subject, for the moment. I was sitting on my bed wrapping presents when a commercial for Viagra came on the TV. And just like that I knew what to do for mom and Dad for Christmas. I called friends and acquaintances trying to find some Viagra. I was about to give up when our next door neighbor, Bobby said his Dad used Cialis. I begged him for a couple of pills, but he said that I was going to owe him big-time for the favor. "Done." I exclaimed as he went to swipe the pills. That evening I mixed a Cialis pill with Dad's desert, and sat back to wait for the fire works to begin. I stayed up until midnight listening closely to determine if mom and Dad were getting it on. No such luck, I could hear Dad snoring down the hall and finally went to bed. I decided that he needed a larger dose so I slipped another pill into his breakfast, before he went to work. I was impatient to see if it would work this time, and at about five in the afternoon I asked mom why Dad wasn't home yet? She said he had an office Christmas party and would be home later. At about ten o'clock mom went to bed, and I curled up on the couch and watched TV, waiting for Dad to come home; I was determined not to miss out on the results of my subterfuge. I had dozed off waiting but awoke when I heard Dad singing jingle bells as he fumbled with the keys in the door. I didn't have time to run to my room so I decided to feign sleep. Dad stumbled in and closed the door. Turning he went to the hall bathroom and I heard him peeing. He must have consumed a great deal as he seemed to pee for a long time. It was dark in the living room, but as Dad came out of the bathroom he spied me curled up on the couch. He staggered toward me, mumbling to himself. As he came closer I noticed he didn't have his pants on and he was holding something in his hand. Dad stopped as he neared me, and mumbled "There you are momma." He thought I was mom. I began to say something when he lurched forward, and landed squarely on top of me. With the wind knocked out of me by his weight, I was unable to vocalize my complaint. With one hand he mauled my breasts through my nightgown, the other fumbled with my panties. I began to panic, fear of being raped and the lack of oxygen made my head spin and I began to pass out. The next thing I remember was a piercing pain in my vagina. I struggled under my father's weight as his penis forced its way into my gentle folds. I felt him pull back and I almost sighed a plea for mercy, then he thrust forward and the world changed. His massive penis rammed its full length into my tender core. Every star in the sky exploded in my mind, so over powering it was to my senses that I froze from the persistent onslaught of my father's smothering presence. Dad began to stroke in and out with an urgent pace. His rapid penetrations had me undulating under him in order to lessen the impact of his frantic motion. As Dad's pelvic bone contacted mine a sharp spark of white light began to radiate from the contact, soon I was anticipating the contact and manipulated my clitoris to match his impact. Then the most sordid thing occurred, I began an orgasm. The tingling waves of warmth enveloped me in a wonderful cocoon of sensual passion. I began to buck up to meet my father's thrusts. More frantically now, the heat between us was intense and I needed to feel the full measure of his lust. Just as I peaked Dad began to lurch and ram in discordant spasms, his ejaculate was splashing around his meaty member as it did its dreadful work. He lurched again and then held himself tightly into me. He relaxed slowly, then rolled over and passed out beside me on the floor. I rose slowly, and walked gingerly to the bathroom, I was sore and full of Dad's semen. Sitting on the toilet I wiped as best as I could. I rose and went back to the living room. What was I going to do with Dad? He was still lying on the floor, passed out, half naked. Looking closely, I saw that Dad was still hard, I looked away, I didn't dare look at him this way. As I was pondering what I was going to do with him, Dad started moaning again. He reached out and fondled my ankle. "Come on momma, gimmie some lovin." I looked at him laying there and a wicked thought crept into my mind. I reached down and patted Dad on the arm and walked to Mom's door. I could hear her softly snoring. I returned and dropped my nightgown on the floor, knelt beside my father, and slowly reached for his throbbing manhood. I bent from the waist and hovered over him for just a moment while I steeled my nerve. As I lowered my face toward him my mouth opened in anticipation of the act to follow. In one plunge I enveloped him with my mouth. My tongue tasted the complex mixture of his semen and my vaginal juices. I lapped it up, from the base to the bulbous head. Dad was squirming now, humping up against my mouth as I continued to suck him off. I began to jack on the shaft of his prick as my mouth attended to the sensitive head. Without warning Dad began to ejaculate into my mouth. I held my self over him as he continued shooting his spunk. I had a mouthful of Dad's cum and thought about spitting it out. I remembered that my friends at school had raved about swallowing cum. I closed my lips tightly and rose up into a sitting position -- and swallowed. I went to the bathroom to get his pants, brought them back and tried to get them on him. Dad was not cooperating. And he was still hard. This was not going to work with him in this drunken condition. I decided to just cover him up and let him explain it to Mom in the morning. I placed a quilt over him and went to my bedroom. As I lay in bed I couldn't get the image of my father pounding into me out of my mind. I tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep. I could still smell him, taste him. His closeness called to me. I rose and walked to the living room. Dad was still there. I pulled the quilt off of him slowly, promising myself that if he wasn't hard I wouldn't go any further. Then I caught myself hoping he was still hard. There it was, just as I had left it, full and rigid. I straddled him and knelt, placing a knee on either side of his torso. I bit my lower lip as I reached between my legs and grasped his penis. Dad reacted and pushed into my grip. I guided him to my pussy lips and rubbed him up and down the slit to moisten his head. Then I pushed back and he entered me. Dad was pressing up into me. I allowed him to push until he was half way inside. I then just plunged the rest of the way down and held myself there, impaled on my father's penis. I felt so good and safe there; I reveled in the purity of a father and daughter coupling in a tender, loving embrace. Dad began pressing again, more urgently now. I rocked my pelvis and stayed tight against him. I was holding him tight and enjoying the fullness of his penetration when he began to talk, "Mmm, this is so good baby, so good." I worried now that he might be sobering up. That wouldn't do. I sped up my pelvic gyrations, he pressed harder against me. I concentrated on my orgasm as we humped against one another. It built slowly and just as I was nearing the precipice, Dad started his ejaculation. I quickened the pace even more. I was frantic now and thrashing above my father's prostrate form. I began my orgasm and with my face pressed closely to my father's, I moaned "Oh Daddy." I shuddered to a perfectly complete climax. I jumped up, Dad's penis plopping wetly against his belly, finally softening. I ran to my bed and cried myself to sleep. I awoke late Christmas morning, stumbled into the kitchen and made coffee. Remembering that I had left Dad laying in the living room, I decided to check on him. Peering around the corner I saw he was gone. Good. That means he woke up and went to bed. Then I heard a muffled moan from down the hall, "Oh, momma." Then another moan, "Yes, yes." A smile spread across my face. "Merry Christmas Mom!" I cried, knowing exactly how she felt. The Christmas Gift Christmas is a time for surprises. However, I can't say I expected the surprise I received when I returned home early from a job which was supposed to take a week. I discovered my wife, Brenda greeting an accountant from my office, wearing nothing but a Santa's hat. However, I'm getting ahead of myself; let me start, at the beginning. I suppose it was my fault. My job requires me to be on the road almost every other week. Brenda and I had only been married a few years when I took the position. The money was too good to turn down, but it had affected our relationship. Brenda doesn't have to work because of the money I make, so I can't blame her if she had become bored waiting for me to come home. After all, my thirty-something wife is a beautiful woman. A brunette with striking green eyes, a voluptuous figure with soft, creamy white skin, and my five foot two inch wife would make most men erect and walk into walls while they stared at her. As I said, my boss and I finished an out of town job two days early, so we returned home eager to be off for the holidays. Since my boss went out of his way to pick me up at my house on the way to the airport, I had a cab take me home. As the taxi neared my house I noticed another vehicle parking in front. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and had the driver drop me off around the corner. I quickly paid the driver and hurried back to see Chad from accounting exit the vehicle. 'What the fuck?' I thought. 'Why would Chad be coming to my house?' As Chad neared the front door, I saw Brenda open it wearing nothing but a Santa's hat and a smile. Her small pink nipples grew taut in the chilly advent air. Chad stopped just short of the front door and admired my wife. "Wow baby, you look gorgeous!" "Glad you think so." She purred, oblivious as to whether any of our neighbors could see her, or not. The accountant gently reached out his finger and traced the small patch of hair Brenda had above her pussy. "Just like a landing strip." His touch was enough to draw her to him. He reached down and picked her up as they kissed. Locking her legs around him they turned sideways and continued to kiss deeply, their tongues intertwined. They must have been in their embrace there for a good five minutes. I looked around to see if the neighbors were watching, not sure if they were, or not. When they finally decided to go inside and shut the door, I wasn't sure what to do. Sure, I was pissed, but it was also kind of a turn-on to see my wife with another man. How the fuck did she meet him? Might have been an office party, but I wasn't sure. What I did figure, was they had been intimate for some time. What I needed to know was this turning into something bigger? Would she leave me for this guy? I had to see more, but I wasn't going to use the front door, that was for sure. I went in through the wood shed and quietly removed my coat. I turned my cell phone to vibrate mode just in case anyone called. I'm glad I did. As I snuck toward the living room, I heard my wife tell Chad, "Give me a second babe, I need to call Stan to say goodnight." "Why? He's probably in a meeting and too tied up to answer." Chad shook his head as if I were an idiot for leaving this beautiful woman alone. And, in a sense, I suppose he was right. "Get comfortable." Brenda picked up her cell. Almost as an afterthought, she reached over and grabbed his package through his slacks. She winked, "Make yourself a drink. It'll only take a minute. We have a long night ahead of us." With that, she let go of Chad's dick and returned to her cell. As she dialed, my co-worker began disrobing. "I can't believe this!" she turned to Chad, "I'm getting his fucking voice mail!" Now completely naked, the lanky accountant approached my wife and lightly fingered her erect nipples, while doing so, his cock grew noticeably larger. He was at least ten inches long. Brenda stroked his cock as she left me a wifely, goodnight message. "Foolish man!" He grinned as she completed her voicemail and hung up. Tossing her cell onto my lazy boy she asked, "Did you see my new tattoo?" He stopped playing with her nipples and looked my wife over. "Oh, yeah." He bent and examined the fresh tat she had on the inside of her thigh, only four inches away from her cooch. "It's a seahorse." She grinned, "Notice anything different about it?" Chad turned on the table light closest to him. "Not sure...wait! Are those my initials?" "Sure are. You should have seen the guy at the tattoo parlor. He almost blew his load while doing it." "He did huh? Why do you have this mischievous look on your face? Were you a bad girl?" he asked. "Uh-huh. He was such a gentleman and artist I blew him as a tip." "You filthy slut." The accountant stated, "Since you like sucking cock so much, why don't you continue with mine while I have a drink?" Submissively, she replied, "Yes master." He sat in my easy chair, drinking my whiskey, while my wife knelt and began to slowly stroke and lick his huge cock. He sipped his scotch then grabbed Brenda by her hair, "You better swallow everything, or I'm going to slap that fucking ass of yours till it's cherry red! Do you understand?" My wife merely nodded and slid the head of his shaft into her mouth. To be honest, I was really getting hot watching this accountant turn my little wife into his come guzzling gutter slut. She stopped only long enough to cut me to the quick, "Your dick is so big, it's nearly twice the size of my husband's." "So it is. Maybe, if you're lucky...I'll fuck your asshole with it." "Please." she cooed and continued to eat his cock and play with his balls. As her head and hands worked his member, her perfect breasts swayed gently with her motion. Chad took another drink of scotch and exclaimed, "God, I love fucking other men's wives! " With that he reached up and tweaked Brenda's nipples, causing her to gasp. He commanded, "Keep going slut!" However, I could tell this only caused her to become more aroused. Speaking of aroused, I took my own smaller dick out and began stroking it. Because of her expert tongue, Chad could only take so much of her ministrations and moaned, "I'm almost there bitch, get ready for dinner." With that, I could see his back arch slightly and heard him grunt as he exploded between my wife's hungry little lips. I could hear her swallow hungrily as she ate what he gave her to eat. Brenda stroked his convulsing balls as he continued to pump load after salty load into her waiting mouth. She did as she was told and swallowed all of it. I was proud of her. She made sure to clean her master, not letting his cock go until it had softened and gave up the last of his seed. She quickly refilled his drink and returned to his side, sitting on the floor next to his chair.. A little more relaxed now; he reached over and began massaging her breasts. "You know, my wife would probably like to take you from behind. I told her about your...charms. What a good little slut you've been. She knows your husband is out of town a lot and wouldn't mind having a little twat licker to keep her happy. She also has a couple of black lovers who would love to fill that little pussy of yours. What do you think?" So, Chad and his wife were swingers? Wow, I thought all accountants were fucking boring people who built model airplanes and jerked off all day when they weren't doing taxes. I thought I knew my wife, so it caught me by surprise to hear her say, "I'd like that master, but only with your approval. That is," she looked up into his eyes, "only if you think me worthy." "You're quite a cocksucker, and you're coming along as a submissive, but I'd really like you to train a little more under me." "Master?" she asked. "Speak." Brenda looked toward the ground, "I would like to ask you for a favor." He took another gulp of whiskey. "What is it?" "I stopped taking the pill." She began to stroke his cock, "Stan can't seem to get me pregnant. I was wondering if you would shoot your seed in me. I would be honored to have your baby, if you approve." He considered her request as his manhood arose for a second time. "You have been loyal. I would be happy to stuff my dick into your hole and fill you with seed. However, I don't want to end our relationship. I love fucking pregnant women, and see them get fucked by others." My wife was overjoyed. But her master continued. "After you have the baby, I want to drink your milk. I want you to get back into shape, or I'll bend you over my knee and smack your fat ass- understand?" "Oh yes! Thank you master!" "Now," he continued I want you to bend over in front of me so I may inspect you. The little whore did as she was told; bending over and grabbing her ankles, so Chad could make sure the dirty slut was ready for a good fuck. Her hot center was exposed to the large man as her breasts dangled close by. At this point I exploded, my meager load hitting the carpeted floor. As the accountant examined my wife's pussy and tight asshole, he said, "Yes, this will be a Christmas to remember. I will get my favorite cow pregnant." He then stuck his tongue into Brenda's honey pot and licked her swollen button. The effect was instantaneous and electric as she moaned and writhed. He then opened his hand and gave her bottom a hard smack. "Ow! Yes, I've been a naughty slut. Spank me please!" "As you wish." He added and hit her ass cheek again. Her tits rocked with each impending blow. He continued his assault, alternating licks and slaps, till she cried out, "Please master, fuck me with that monster cock of yours! Fill me up!" "Are you begging for it slut?" "Yes!" she nearly cried. The man stood up and placed the head of his cock against my wife's tiny pussy petals and inserted it slowly until it was in about an inch. He stopped there and asked, "How much of it are you begging for?" "Oh Christ," she yelled "I want all of your giant cock in me please!" He smiled and finally, slid all the way in. My wife looked tiny, impaled by his large penis. He stopped yet again and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? Shouldn't you have your husband do this?" I felt my heart sink as she yelled, "He can't fill me like you can master! He can't get me pregnant and I can't feel it when he's in me he's so small. Please just fuck the shit out of me; I need your powerful seed!" Chad grabbed Brenda's now rosy ass cheeks and commenced fucking my beautiful wife with long, powerful strokes. I could hear the slapping of their flesh as he banged away at her pussy. Her tits continued their movement as a powerful orgasm built up within my wife. I began to get hard again as she wailed in delight. A short time later Chad began to grunt and with a final push, went balls deep into Brenda and released gush after gush of his seed, his balls pulsing as he released his essence deep within her. As he did so, he ordered her to stay put as he wanted to make sure her pregnancy would take. He stayed inside her till he softened, then he had her lick him clean. Grateful, she thanked him and licked his cock. "You're welcome." he smiled. 'What will we name my child?" I couldn't stay any longer. I wondered many things that night as I checked into a nearby hotel. I had enjoyed the show. I didn't really want to be cuckolded, but then again, it was a turn-on to see my wife subjugated so. He had completely dominated her and had her doing his bidding. In turn there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. I couldn't help but wonder if it would be okay for me to let her know I knew about the affair. It was so erotic and I couldn't stop getting hard thinking about it. Every time I'd get hard, I'd beat my dick like it owed me money. It was an exciting Christmas gift and I wanted her to share it with me, even if I could just watch. I wouldn't mind being dominated. When I get home tomorrow, I wondered if I would taste him when I kiss her, or lick her pussy. I love my wife. I hope she loves me enough to be included in her submission, or be submissive with her. No matter. Unknowingly, she gave me a gift which kept on giving. I will never forget her there, in our living room, serving him scotch and sucking his cock near the Christmas tree. The soft glow of the tree lights reflecting on her pale creamy skin. What a Christmas! The Christmas Gift Long and lean, Holly was exactly the right build for the costume. Normally, she felt uncomfortable about dressing up in such elaborate costumes, but she'd had this idea for a while. Ever since Stefan had watched that Batman film on tv and had drooled over Michelle Pfeiffer. It was time for the annual pre-Christmas party and this year she was actually looking forward to it. She had searched on the Internet for weeks and had been amply rewarded. The suit fitted her perfectly though it had taken a bit of getting used to. She'd never worn head to toe latex before. She had tried it on a number of times now, and was beginning to appreciate how sexy it made her feel, the way it hugged her skin so tightly and the pulling and swishing as she moved in it. It was almost like being naked. Stefan was going to be stunned when he saw her dressed as Cat Woman. Holly left work early to give herself time to get ready. It took quite an art to put the suit on, and she wanted to be able to take her time. She was finding that she enjoyed getting dressed up. The pull of the latex as she encased herself more and more was enough to get her wet. She'd practiced enough to know just how turned on she felt after putting the suit on. She wished that Stefan was there to see it, but he was working late and going straight to the party from there. No matter, she thought with a purr, I'll surprise him. She knew that he was going as Santa but she'd given him no hint about hers. She lay the black suit out on the bed and stripped herself naked. She enjoyed taking off her bra and finally her panties, leaving her bare in the room with the suit. She took some baby powder and rubbed it all over her skin. Then she slipped into the tiniest thong she had and began to step into the suit. The pants were complete coverage except for a few stylish rips, over her calf, her thigh, and her arse. It continued upward to cradle her full breasts securely even as she squeezed to get her fingers and arm into the sleeves. Finally, she pulled the cowl up and over and got it down over her face. The cowl covered her head except for her nose and mouth. She took a moment to touch up her lipstick and then checked herself out in the mirror. Stone fox in 4" catsuit heels. She grinned. Stefan was going to love it! She loved feeling the suit tightly hug her body, compressing it, holding it firmly. She had come to love the way it encased her body, squeezing her flesh deliciously, keeping it under tension. She admired herself in the mirror, loving her sleek appearance, twisting this way and that, watching the reflections bounce of the ultra shiny latex skin. She loved the way it moulded her breasts and emphasised her curvaceous arse; she ran her hands over her body, enjoying both the feel of her caressing hands and the feel of the smooth, slippery latex She felt comfortable, seductive and sensual. Santa was in for a treat! Holly was especially excited this evening because she was going to give Stefan an early Christmas present - a surprise that he'd really appreciate. .-. At the party all their friends had been amazed when they realised that this incredibly sexy Cat Woman was boring old Holly. She exuded so much sexuality and confidence that they were uncomfortable. Most couldn't even meet her eye. Most of the men exchanged salacious smiles and the women, looks of ill-disguised disgust. Holly sensed their silent disapproval, but shrugged it off. She had never felt so good. She was positively tingling with anticipation and felt slick with lust. A couple of glasses of champagne and she was ready. Stefan would have arrived by now and she could contain herself no longer, she was on the edge. She left the main throng of the party and went in search of her man. When she finally found "Santa" he was hidden in a room that had actually been closed off from the party. It was the company president's house and the room was one of his family's private rooms. Santa was standing, silhouetted by the glow of a fireplace, the rest of the room dark. Looked like he was drinking something. Holly closed the door behind her and turned the lock. It snapped shut with a loud click. That got "Santa's" attention, though he only turned slightly before freezing. She slowly stepped toward him, amazed at how good the suit looked in the dim light. She couldn't see where the pillows were stuffed in the suit, and the beard was rich and full. Ah well, Stefan did say something about getting a really good suit this year. She swished her hips and purred as she moved up to him, not saying a word. He still didn't move. Grinning at him, she knelt before him. She unbuckled his wide leather belt, amazed even more at the detail and quality of the costume. Without the belt, the pants fell down and she was looking at old-fashioned long-john underwear. Exploring a little, she felt that it was held up by suspenders which she deftly unsnapped. The underwear fell in the dim room and she could feel the heat and presence of his dick. Purring loudly, she began to lick and kiss his head, surprised at how big and stiff Stefan was. This must really have turned him on, she thought as she wrapped her mouth around the whole head and let her tongue stroke the sensitive skin. She normally shied away from doing this for him, and was surprised at how much bigger he seemed when in her mouth. She reached up and grasped the bottom of his shaft and began to stroke him. Her other hand found his balls, and damn they were big! She knew they hadn't had time for sex in a couple weeks, but he felt like he hadn't been laid in a hundred years. She massaged his balls and began to bob her head up and down over his cock. Finally she heard him groan in pleasure, deep, guttural grunts and songs of pleasure. All the preparation and anticipation had wound her up, sucking and pumping him hard, and it wasn't more than a few minutes before he cried out and she began to feel cum splashing in her mouth. "What on earth has he been eating?" she thought as she licked and swallowed as fast as she could. It all tasted like peppermint and there was more than she'd thought there'd be. It was so much and so unexpected that it ran down her chin like erotic icing. When it finally subsided, she took a last swallow and stood up. She leant into him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Merry Christmas, 'Santa'". With a giggle and a tremor of her own arousal, Holly skipped out of the room. When she met Stefan in the hall, she was speechless. "There you are, sweetie!" he said with a kiss. "Been snacking on the iced desserts I see. I'm so sorry I didn't dress up, it just got so late I couldn't take the time putting on that lame costume. But damn! You look stunning!" Holly was still frozen. If this was Stefan, then who?!? She burst back into the room, but saw no one there. She flicked on the lights and saw the typical rich family's Christmas tableau with tree, presents, stockings, etc. She moved through the room, with Stefan close behind. "Is this room open to us? Maybe we should lock the door if we're going to make out..." he suggested with helpful hope. Holly looked at the fireplace and saw her name stitched to an elegant Christmas stocking. She reached up and took it down. "What are you doing? This is Mr. Cutler's family's... Why is your name on a stocking?" Holly reached into the bulging stocking and felt all sorts of items that made her blush red at the touch. She found a note nestling on the top. Taking it out, she read it to herself, shielding it from Stefan. "To the naughtiest girl on my list, Santa." The Christmas Gift It was the night of Christmas Eve, and like all parents, we were up late putting together those special presents we wanted our kids to see first thing when they came downstairs on Christmas Day. I'd been watching my wife's body jiggle and sway as she set about putting together our son's set of drums as I adjusted and tightened the screws on our daughter's purple butterfly bike. We'd been carrying on our usual playful, flirty banter and I knew that as soon as we finished our tasks we'd be getting to work on each other. Once the final adjustments were made and everything had been tightened just right, we made our way over to the sofa where we lay holding each other. "I love you," she said, trailing her fingers lightly up and down the arm I had around her. I turned her gently, pressing my lips against her neck... her jaw line... and I heard her sigh as she turned herself completely and our lips met for a kiss. Now, I don't know about you, but there is nothing hotter to me than the feel of my woman, my wife, the mother of my children. She is both firm and soft, with exceptionally well rounded curves, smooth skin, and full pouty lips. Naturally I sprang to attention immediately. Her throaty giggle and "Hmmm..." let me know that she too was aware of my need. She began to make her way down my body with her eyes locked on mine. I knew what she intended as soon as I saw that devilish grin on her face. Being the man that I am, I decided that for now I'd just lay back and watch the show. And boy, what a show. She grabbed and loosened my belt using nothing but her teeth. My wife is quite skilled, you see. My already throbbing erection jumped in anticipation. She gave my zipper the same bite-treatment as she quickly and deftly unbuttoned the top with her hands. By the time I sprang free only moments had passed, but it felt like eternity. I watched and groaned as she proceeded to rub her face all around and across the part of me she'd just set free. Damn, that was hot. I resisted the urge to grab her and shove myself into her mouth, but only managed to just barely hold on to reason. I'm no fool... and I'd like to both respect my wife and remain intact. Just as I'd finished that thought, I felt the soft warmth of her tongue licking, stroking the area around the base of my cock. I felt her gently pushing, urging me to part my thighs for her. I complied, and was rewarded by more licking and sucking of my perineum and balls. You already know how awesome that shit is. She began stroking me slowly and tenderly at the same time, and I could already feel precum making its way out the head. She does this to me on purpose, almost as though it's one of her favorite pastimes. I groan again, and begin to feel my body taking the control from my mind. She noticed that I'd began leaking precum, and licked her way up my shaft where she began nibbling and sucking, licking up every drop she could find. It's painful torture watching this woman who has loved me so devotedly for so long do things to my body that so many men only dream of. One final swirl of her tongue around the tip and then she expertly took all of me in to the hilt before she raised her head until I was almost all the way out again. Once, twice, three times she did this. Slowly, languorously, teasingly. I know well the game she was playing (she is my wife after all) so I firmly but gently placed a hand on each side of her face and began to slowly fuck myself in and out of her mouth. My wife is one of those rare gems of women who loves it when a guy treats her mouth like a pussy, and that is just what I planned to do. She began bobbing her head faster, sucking harder, her tongue a swirling frenzy. The faster she bobbed, the harder I thrust up into her mouth. Nearly out of control, I managed to grunt out, "Want... me... to stop?" as I continued to give her face a thorough fucking. Our signal is two pats on the thigh for "yes", otherwise we keep going. She merely moaned what sounded like "mmm-unh" and looked up at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes, urging me to continue. So be it; I knew I could only last so much longer any way. And with that, I grabbed her hair in a fist (don't worry, we've talked limits quite often and trust me, she enjoys it) and really gave her tonsils a good bruising. She closed her eyes, moans becoming more frantic as I realized she'd had her hand in her sweatpants, rubbing away at her clit the entire time. Good head manages to make us men somewhat oblivious to other things, I guess. And with that last coherent thought, I felt my balls tighten and force the cum up my shaft and out of my dick where my beautiful wife mewled like a kitten and sucked it all up hungrily, never breaking contact between my cock and her mouth. As I slowed down and stopped the frantic bucking of my hips as the list ripple of the orgasm shot through me, I noticed when my wife also came, squeezing her eyes shut and muffling her cries by squeezing her lips tightly around the part of me she still held in her mouth. I stroked her hair, sweeping it back from the sweat on her face as her breathing slowed to normal once again. She looked up at me and smiled with her head in my lap, strands of hair still plastered to her face. Honestly, is there ever a more beautiful sight? She's gorgeous. I then chuckled to myself at how lucky a guy I am to have such a great woman like her in my life, and told her "Merry Christmas, baby. No other gift given today can even come close to the gift I have in you." The Christmas Gift My name is Bill Glen. I'm a sixty-three year old widower, who is living "out in the boondocks". I took moved here eight years ago. To say that my life has been better, may be the understatement of the year. Ten years ago, my wife came down with brain cancer. She died less than a year after the first diagnosis. It was hard to take. A month after that our only child, Amanda, was beaten by her soon to be ex husband. The beating was very severe. Neither I, nor the doctor, had much hope that she would survive. But she did, mostly. Because of the vicious nature of the beating her husband was given a fifty to life sentence. He should be glad the police got to him before I did. He won't be missed. Over the next few months my daughter slowly strengthened. Unfortunately, her brain was damaged enough so that she had the intellectual capacity of about a nine year old. That's not good, but it beat not having her around at all. She needed care, so I moved to my present location and fixed up one room for her, and one for me. It was a rough few years. It was only a year and a half ago that I realized that something wasn't right. I set up an emergency appointment with my doctor, and brought Amanda in. Amanda, as it turned out, had quietly suffered a severe case of Lupus. On top of that, she had somehow contracted the measles. I suspect it was picked up when she went to a movie with some friends from church. We caught the problems too late. It was only four months ago that I buried her next to my darling wife. Then, only four weeks ago, my only living relative; my younger sister died in an automobile wreck. I was now as alone as I have ever been in my entire life. It's now late January. I didn't even put up a Christmas tree this year. My heart just isn't in it. My early years were spent in the military. I was trained as a medic in a special forces unit. The training was as rigorous than that given to RPAs. After retiring from the military I worked as an RPA for many years. Now, I just sit here and brood over my losses. I know that I am clinically depressed. Unfortunately, anti-depressants can only do so much to help. They can't erase memories. Out here, in the boonies, in our northern planes state my road can easily become impassable for a weeks at a time. You see, I'm the only person who lives on this back road. There's a five mile section of rough road before you reach my house. Once it's socked in with snow and ice, my road is the last one on the list of those that are to be plowed out. Tonight, I'm sitting here in my dark living room watching the snow fall outside. Suddenly I see what seems to be headlights approaching. They are moving too fast for the road conditions. They won't be able to see the sharp right turn that occurs just eighty yards beyond my house. You know, an automobile crash in the snow has a sound all of its own. Instead of hearing a harsh crunch, it's more like a hearty "Woompf" sound. The car had left the road and ended up in a field grown thick with fir trees. I turned on my outside lights, got into my parka and grabbed my first aid kit. As I left the house, I pulled my larger toboggan behind me as I went to where the car had stopped. Before I got there I could already hear the crying. There was a woman in the car. She looked as if she were in her late thirties to early forties. Once I got her calmed down, and determined that it was safe to move her, I told her that my house was only about a hundred yards away. I put her, and her luggage, on the toboggan. It took me ten minutes to pull the toboggan back to the house. The snow was deep and the load on the sled was noticeable. By the time we had reached my house a mixture of freezing rain and sleet had started to fall. It was rapidly becoming treacherous. When we got to the house, I got the injured woman and baggage into the house. I then ushered her into the living room. My first business was to determine how badly hurt she was.. "My name is Bill. What is your name?" "Tanya. I'm not feeling to good." Ok, Tanya. If you wanted to look behind you on the wall you will see that I am still a licensed Registered Physician's Assistant. If you don't mind, I would like to do a quick once over to make sure that you aren't badly hurt. Would that be o.k. with you? She hesitantly indicated that she could go along with that. I brought out my little black bag and pulled out the simple tools used for a general physical exam. Tanya didn't look all that good. I got as far as looking in her eyes with my small light when I saw my first problem. Her eyes didn't contract at the same rate. I checked her head, carefully, and felt the large bump on the left side. She was also running a fever. "Tanya, you hit the window with your head, didn't you?" "I think so, but I'm having problems concentrating right now. I'm not sure, but I am sure that I feel dizzy." "I was afraid of that. I'll be right back. I need to make a phone call." I had my friend Jim, with the local emergency squad, on the line. "Hi Jim, I think I may need to have someone picked up out here. What are the chances ..." Before I could finish my sentence Jim cut me off. "I can't talk long Bill, we have a major problem on our hands. There was a bus that went off the interstate just outside of town. It was followed by several other vehicles that were following too closely. It's a bad one. We will be busy all of tonight. What's your problem?" "A car didn't make the curve on my road, I have the driver, a woman, inside; but she is showing signs of a concussion. On top of that, she's running a fever. What are the chances of a pickup tonight?" "Unless she is obviously dying, we can't do it. I know your skills, you know what to do. I've got to run. You can handle it, Bill!" I went back to the living room. Tanya, spotted the look on my face. "What's wrong, Bill?" "I had hoped to get an ambulance out here for you. You obviously have received a concussion. Unfortunately, there has been a very bad wreck on the interstate and all of the emergency services will be tied up for the rest of the night. I'm on my own to try to help you now. I know what to do, but I also know that it would be better to have you in the hospital where a good neurologist is on hand. With your permission, I will try to help you get through this." Tanya looked worried. "What's wrong Tanya? Have I said something wrong? What are you concerned about?" "I don't know you Bill, being isolated here leaves me at your mercy. I know of way too many men who would take advantage of this type of situation." "Tanya, you need not worry. You are my guest at this point in time. I do not pick on guests, or anyone else for that matter. By the way, how did you find yourself on my road tonight? My house is the only one on this road." "I must have taken a wrong turn. I must have mis-counted the roads and instead of going into Cartersburg I ended up here." "Ah, yes, that is an easy slip up. I am going to move you into my guest room. If you don't want to unpack, there are clothes in the closet that will let you get comfortable and be modest at the same time. I am going to have to keep watch over you tonight. If things turn worse for you, I will have to beg them to get an ambulance out here, or risk trying to drive you to the hospital in my four by four." The next fifteen minutes were busy. I left the room so that Tanya could get into a nightgown. I went into the other room to make up some food. When I got back to the living room, Tanya was on the bed covered up with a down comforter. . "Who's clothes are these?" Tanya asked. "Those originally were my wife's clothes. When she died, then my daughter used them until she died. I just couldn't get rid of them." My voice was cracking at this point. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. They are very good clothes. I saw the LL Bean labels in them. They make wonderful stuff." "Can I have something to help with this headache?" "I'm sorry to say that I can't do that. Many pain killers decrease the blood's ability to clot. With a concussion, I don't want to increase the chances of a bleed in your brain.." However, if you would like something to eat, I am heating up some home made soup. I can bring you in some soup.. It is important to keep you as still as possible for the next day or so." I looked at Tanya and realized that she demonstrated a sort of glassy stare that I didn't like the looks of. I put my hand to her head, and then reached for my bag and got out an electronic thermometer and placed it in her ear. I knew she was a bit warm, but at the beep, I read a temperature of 102.7 degrees F. "We've got problems. Have you been exposed to anyone who was really sick during the last three days or so?" "Yeah, I have. A co-worker of mine came down feeling sick. He developed quite a rash, but shrugged it off. I don't know if he got over it or not." I told Tanya that I needed to look at her abdomen. Tanya looked at me funny, but moved her nightgown up enough for me to see part of her abdomen.. I then went over and turned on a bright light to look at Tanya's stomach. There they were! I would recognize measles anywhere. "I've got to phone my friend about a ride to the hospital, for you, right now." Tanya looked concerned. I grabbed my cell phone and called my friend Jim. "Jim, it's Bill. I need a ride to take my guest to the hospital, and I think I need it ASAP." "No can do, Bill. Only if it is a life or death matter can we send anyone out. Beside that we have filled every bed and cot in the hospital. We've been having freezing rain for the last two hours. The Governor has declared a state of emergency. Nobody is moving. Why do you think you need to get the your guest into the hospital?" "Measles, Jim. Her temperature is already over 102 degrees." "Let me get Doc. Beamer to call you back. I'm hanging up now." "Did you say measles, Bill?" Tanya was looking at me with a very concerned look on her face. "Yeah, I said measles. Have you ever had them?" "No!" The phone rang. " "Bill Glen, here." "Hi Bill, This is Ted Beamer. Did I hear right that you have a house guest with the measles?" "Yeah, Doc. she's already just shy of 103 degrees. What would you recommend?" "You know what should be done. Try to keep her cool. I suspect that you still keep a small stash of pharmaceuticals at your place. You know, the ones that have gone out of date? Well, I'd recommend that you find out if your guest is allergic to anything, then give her what she can handle at a dose of half again the normal dose. That won't help against a virus, but will keep an echo infection at bay. Force fluids if you can. Also, give her aspirin or another drug that will help her break the fever. Do not expose her to bright light. Measles can lead to some bad side effects. Keep her on it until someone can get out there to see her. Will do, doc, Thanks. Since she also has a concussion what can I safely give her to help break the fever?". "Ouch, that's a tough one. I would suggest acetaminophen. It is less likely to lead to a bleed. Keep a close watch on her. You might also want to lower the room temperature to help keep her cooler." "Thanks Doc. I'll talk to you later." After I hung up the phone, Tanya asked: "What did he say, Bill?" Tanya looked worried. I probably looked worried too. "Do you know if you are allergic to any antibiotics?" "No, I have no problems with the standard ones.." "O.K. I'll be back in a minute" I came back in the room with a glass of water, and a large pharmacy bottle. When I sat down, I broke the seal on the bottle and took out three ampicillin tablets for Tanya.. "Here's your first dose of antibiotic. I would suggest that you take them now. If the fever makes you lose consciousness I'll have to switch to injectable penicillin. I set the thermostat down to 60 degrees F. I brought a bowl of ice water into the room, as well as two Ice packs. I put a large ice pack and draped it around Tanya's neck and one on her forehead. "Why are you cooling my neck?" "The blood that goes to and from the brain has to travel through the neck. If I can force the neck temperature down, it will help reduce the rise in the brain's temperature." Within the hour, Tanya was running a fever in the 103.5 degree range. Between giving her liquids when she was awake enough, and keeping fresh ice packs on her I settled in for a three or four day stretch of watching. This was as bad as my days in the Seals when we were in enemy territory with wounded comrades. I had a bed pan in the house, and had to help Tanya use it. She was too wobbly to walk to the bathroom. Three days later, Tanya was only running a 99.6 degree temperature. As she had backed off from the fever she became curious about her surroundings, and what had been going on. I filled her in on things as much as I could. By the time the roads were clear, Tanya was running close to a normal temperature again. I had called and had a local garage, that I trusted, to come out, get her car and figure out what it would take to fix it. By the fourth day Tanya was capable of taking care of herself I warned her that I was going to crash. I told her to help herself to food and just let me sleep for the next day or two. I went to my room to sleep. I just lay down on the top covers and I went out like a light. *********************** When I was waking up, I smelled fresh coffee and bacon. I started to get up, and realized that I was now under the covers in my own bed and was completely undressed. I was confused. I got up, put on a robe and slippers and made my way out to the kitchen. "Good morning sleepyhead! I thought you were stirring and figured out you would be hungry. My bet is that you like corn pancakes, bacon, and coffee! Am I right?" "Yes, how did you know?" "That's where you had the book marks and greasy fingerprints in your cook book." "How did I get into my bed?" "I thought you would be more comfortable there." "And my clothes?" Tanya had a naughty smile on her face. "I didn't see any men's pajamas around so I assumed that you preferred to sleep a' la natural, as it were. By the way, you are very well endowed. When I took your clothes off I noticed that you were sporting a very large erection. It looked delicious." My face must have turned bright red at that point. Tanya, said,. "I haven't seen a man blush like that for years. This is so neat." "I don't know what type of people you are used to, but I have always tried to be a gentleman. I'm not complaining., Your thoughts were good and I thank you for your concern. I don't know how you would know I was that well endowed. You aren't an expert, are you?" "We'll get into that some other time. Let's have breakfast." We sat down to eat and I said grace, "Blessed are thou Lord of the Universe, who has brought forth bread for us to eat. Bless this food and help us be your servants. In Jesus name, Amen." "I take it you are a believer?" "Yes, I am. Does that surprise you?" "Well, yes. Where I come from most of the people who call themselves Christians live like pagans." "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you a believer as well?" "Yes, but many people wouldn't think that was possible. After all, I've done some things in my past that I'm ashamed of." "Tanya, everyone has done things that they are not proud of. Where do you come from?" "California. I decided to find a nicer place to live. I've had it with the 'tinsel town shallowness'." "Were you in the entertainment business?" "Yes, but let's just leave it at that." There was a brief pause, and then she continued: "I didn't see any sign of a house as I drove by. Were you in the dark?" "Yes, I was." "Could I ask you why?" After trying to avoid the discussion I described my last few years. I couldn't really read the emotions I saw on Tanya's face. "How long had you and your wife been married, Bill?" "Twenty-two years. The best twenty-two years of my life. Now, with both my wife and daughter dead, and having just lost my only living blood relative, I have little to look forward to." I was getting nervous at this point. I must have blushed again. In response, all I got was a look of concern on Tanya's face. "O.K. I won't ask you too many more awkward questions. But, I looked through all your video tapes and disks as well as all you books. You seem to enjoy the female form and some mild porn. That's interesting." I must have turned several shades redder. Tanya must have decided to just let me enjoy the food. The robe that she wore made her look sexier than almost any other women I had ever seen. When we finished eating, we went into the living room . She sat down on the couch, so I sat facing her from my rocking chair, over near the fireplace. "Can I ask you some more questions, Bill?" "O.K. what's on your mind?" "Bill, you seem to be a very unusual man. While you slept and I looked around. I recognized the Silver Star on the wall in your den, next to the purple hearts you have earned. . You must have done some incredible things. You have treated me like a lady, which is a new experience for me. Not only have you treated me as a lady, you have been kind and thoughtful, as well. I was moving out into this area to try to pick up my life again. I want to start over, where nobody knows me. I had hoped to find work in Cartersburg. I ended up here instead. You have a nice house, and you are a good man. Would you consider renting your spare room to me? Once my car is fixed I won't have a lot of money left. If I could rent here, maybe I could find some work in the area and start to rebuild my life." I listened carefully. ":I would be eager to rent you the room, but I am concerned about propriety. It won't look good for me to have a beautiful women sharing my house. Now, I can probably live with that, but I don't want to sully your reputation. I'm not sure it would be a good idea to rent the room from me. Maybe I could find a place for you to rent where you would have a woman for a landlady." She looked at me with a strange look. It looked like a cross between extreme surprise mixed with a bit of humor. "Did I say something out of line, Tanya?" "Bill, you keep calling me a lady. How do you know I'm a lady?" "Well, as my dad taught me, all women are ladies until they prove that they aren't. You have not given me any indication that you aren't a lady; and that is enough for me." "I've never heard a man put it that way before, Bill. You are not only a man, but a gentleman. I have met too few gentlemen in my life. I'm willing to take the risk, if you are. I would like to rent the room from you and maybe we could work off some of the rent by cleaning up, cooking, doing laundry and such. What do you say?" "I'm game to try it. Would you be willing to go to my church with me? You might find it refreshing to meet a lot more people who are like me." "Sure, if you think they would accept me." "Let me tell you a bit about our church. It is a small community church. Our pastor made some bad mistakes when he was young. He spent time in the state prison, but he met the Lord while he was in there. When he got out he went through Bethel Seminary over in Minnesota. He is a good man. Is he perfect, no! But, none of us is perfect. He, like the rest of the church members are forgiven sinners! We don't have to prove anything to any other human being. The Lord has accepted us, in spite of who we have been in the past." "Bill, I don't think your church people would be able to accept me if they knew my past." "I can assure you that you will be accepted. After all, we all carry the baggage of our past with us." The Christmas Gift Well, to make a long story short, she agreed to go to church with me. I must admit that I really liked having a woman around the house. I didn't make any moves on her, I didn't want to drive her away. After all, I'm a good twenty years or more older than she is. Her car had been fully repaired by late February. Spring arrived. By April she had already been on the job with a small manufacturing company in Cartersburg. She worked hard and was always prompt with the rent. Since she helped with the housework I asked her for only $150. per month. I included food in that rent. It is such a joy to be able to share a meal with a beautiful woman, and friend. Over the months that followed she had become a really good friend. Tanya was a wonderful person. What I didn't have was someone to share my bed. I had to take care of my frustration myself. During these months I never heard Tanya talk about going out on dates. At the time I didn't think anything about it. However, during this time I realized that I had developed deep feelings for Tanya. I had taken her to dinner on many occasions. We had, in fact, done some "necking". We had both use the word 'love' to describe our feelings for each other. Best of all we seemed to be comfortable with each other. *********************** It is now a week after Thanksgiving. This I'm putting up Christmas decorations. When I put up the mistletoe Tanya led me under it and gave me a beautiful, seductive, kiss. In spite of myself I immediately had a super hard erection. As she hugged me, I could feel her body pressing against my cock. She smiled at me with a knowing smile, and kissed me again. Those kisses weren't just friendly kisses. On the second one I really returned the kiss, in kind. We broke both looking a bit flustered. *********************** The week before Christmas I went into town to buy Christmas presents for Tanya. When I got home I wrapped the presents, plus the present that I already had for her. The weather had turned especially foul. I went out to make sure that her car was safely in my barn. After closing the barn door I started to walk back to the house. That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up in the hospital with my friend Dr. Beamer looking at me.. "What happened? How did I get here?" "Thank God you're awake. You had us very worried. You've been out for several days. One of the ice covered branches of the old tree that is next to your barn broke free and fell on you. It had a major fork in the branch. If you had been two feet back, you'd be dead by now. If you had been two feet foreword you probably wouldn't be in the cast" I tried to move my arms. "Easy there, Bill. you have a very interesting problem. Both of your collar bones are broken. You shouldn't move your upper arms for the next week or two. However, I know you don't want to be stuck here. Tanya has requested that you be sent home. She has arranged to take time off work to look after you." At that point I saw Tanya standing on the other side of the bed. "Are you sure you can handle me, Tanya. After all I'm heavier than you are, and cemented in place like this I'm not going to be able do anything for myself." "Bill, don't worry. I can take care of you. I know you'll feel better being home." That was all it took. The next afternoon, Christmas Eve, I was home. There were some details that I had not thought of, until I was in my bed. First, Tanya made sure I was comfortable, which for me meant that I wasn't wearing pajamas. As she helped me into bed I had the biggest hardon that I had ever had. She looked at it and said: "Oh, Bill, I didn't think of how much this might strain you. Do you find me to be sexy?" "God, yes! You drive me to the edge often. But, up until this point I have been able to relieve the stress myself. Now, I'll be this way for a couple of weeks." She looked at me in a funny way. She looked like she was going to say something, but then changed her mind. "A penny for your thoughts, Tanya." "I don't think you would like my thoughts at this time, Bill. You would think very badly about me if I breached the subject." "There's nothing you could do that would make me think badly about you." There were tears in Tanya's eyes. She looked like she was heartbroken. I had to do something. "Tanya, I want you to go to the Christmas tree. In the middle of it you will find your Christmas present from me in a dark green envelope with your name on it. Would you bring it here and open it?" She went out of the room and returned moments later. Her face had a confused look on it. "That's an odd letter, Bill. It feels like there is heavy cardboard and something lumpy in it". "There is a second envelope in the first one. Please open the outer envelope and read the first note, and please don't get mad at me." She looked confused, but she opened the first envelope. Inside was a very short note from me. It read: "Would you consent to marry me, Tanya?" She burst into tears and jumped on the bed to kiss me. "Yes, yes, yes, I've hoped for this to happen. I really would love to marry you, but you don't know about my past. That might ruin everything." "Hush, Tanya, that can't happen. Open the second envelope." As she opened the envelope I could see and hear her sudden intake of breath. "Oh, that is beautiful. Is this what I hope it is?" "Yes, normally I would kneel and put the engagement ring on your finger myself, but I can't do that now. If it doesn't fit, I'll have it resized. It was the ring I gave my first wife." She broke down and sobbed. She hugging me. It was several moments before she regained her composure. "Before we go any further I need to make sure you understand exactly what you are getting. "Let me show you something!" Tanya got up, and walked into my den. She came back holding one of my adult DVDs. "Have you ever watched this disk, Bill?" "Yes, I have. The 'Busty Hand Job Chicks' is one of my favorites. Why do you ask?" She didn't answer me. She walked over to my DVD player. Before she could put the DVD in I stopped her. "You don't have to play it Tanya. You are on band four of that DVD. You are my favorite one in that series.". Since the first night we met I recognized your face and beautiful body. However, since you are seeking to change your life, whatever you have done in the past has nothing to do with who you are now. She looked stunned. Tanya finally spoke up. "You mean, you knew who I was and still treated me with kindness and respect? How could you do that?" "Let me tell you a story of a man who lived a long time ago. He lived in the time of slavery, and worked on slave ships. He hated God. One day the Lord got his attention and turned his life around. He went home to England and became a preacher.. He wrote a song that you probably have heard many times. The song is Amazing Grace. When he talks of God having saved a wretch like him, he meant it. Another example is found in the early church. There was a playboy from northern Africa who didn't believe in the Lord. One day, he was reading the letter to the Romans, by Paul the Apostle. He became a believer and today we know him as St. Augustine. I could go on for hours. God is in the business of saving lives. None of us is perfect. None of us deserves God's forgiveness. It is a free gift. If God has accepted a person into His flock, who am I to question if they belong there or not?" Tanya was still crying. "Let me ask you again, will you marry me? Regardless of your past, I love you as you." "Yes, Bill, I want to marry you very much." "Your other present is in my bottom dresser drawer." She went to my dresser, opened the bottom drawer and took out a flat rectangular box, wrapped in red tissue paper. "Should I open it now?" "If you wish." She opened it and discovered the sheer silk negligee with a small envelope attached to it. She opened the envelope and found a $500. gift certificate to Victoria's Secret. She ran over, and kissed me. She said: "I'll be right back." It seemed like only seconds later she walked into the bedroom wearing the negligee, and carrying a bottle of massage oil and towel.. "I'm going to give you part of your present now." She said. I'm not going to go all the way with you until we are married, but in the meantime I can keep you from being frustrated." "Are you sure that you want to do this?" "Yes, I happen to be very good at giving hand jobs. You will get one any time you need one, from here on." She pulled back my covers and found my dick at full mast. With a smile she poured some oil on her hands and started out by massaging my balls. It felt sooooooooo good. Then, moments later I felt her start to slowly work on my cock. God, was that wonderful. I thought I knew how to make my dick feel good, but it was nothing compared to watching Tanya in the sheer negligee stroking me and looking very lovingly at me. All this time she was talking to me, telling me how much she loved me. All of a sudden I knew that I was about to explode. I have never come that hard in my life. "Merry Christmas my darling Bill." "Merry Christmas Tanya. I am so glad that you'll marry me." Later that evening I had her position her pussy where I could reach it with my mouth. She found out that I also could relieve her frustration in a very satisfactory manner. A new life had indeed started for both of us. We were married on New Year's eve. We didn't go anywhere for a honeymoon; instead we took the phones off the hook, put a "do not disturb" sign across the driveway and found our own games to play. If we had been kids in school our report cards would have said "plays well with others". In this case that play is just between the two of us. And what wonderful play it was, is, and will be..