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Gift

By: Blushingsub3262



Women, even submissive women, tend to get jealous.

In spite of this, I wanted to give him a gift, a gift that he has always wanted, purely for the purpose of giving him great pleasure. At the base of my nature, I am an elemental, territorial female, the human equivalent of a lioness on the Serengeti, prowling around my pride with jealousy and bared fangs. In other ways, I am absolutely petal soft, wanting to curl up at his feet and see him smile at me, knowing that I absolutely please him in all ways.

For that reason, I brought her to him. His fantasy was to have two slaves at his feet, worshipping him, worshipping his cock, serving him in every way possible. He has a predilection for petite, Asian women, and although this is as far from me as it gets, I found her for him, and for me to share with him.

I met her online; a waifish beautiful girl, one who fit his imaginings perfectly, and whose online profile and musings combined wit, passion and curiosity, along with a wide streak of submission thrown in for good measure. As luck would have it, she lived less than 25 miles from us, and she was enthusiastic about the idea of ... exploring her sexuality.

I met her first. We lunched, talked and flirted, and within a couple of weeks, I had made her my lover and submissive in training. I brought her along slowly, teaching her a bit more each time we met, and finally broached the subject of presenting her to my Master as a gift, for one night, and one night only.

She jumped at the chance.

I went home that night and made sure that everything was exactly the way that he prefers it when he arrived. I paid extra attention to my appearance and his dinner, wanting everything to be as picture perfect as possible. I served him sweetly, attending to him as I always do, but with more attention to detail than usual. I had arranged fresh flowers and fragrant candles and served him his favorite wine. I stayed kneeling at his side while he ate, although we usually eat together like any other couple. He was pleased with the extra attentions, but by the time dinner was over and I had tidied up, he called me over to his lap and turned my face to him, looking into my eyes with seriousness. "Tonight has been lovely, girl," he said as he ran his hands over my hips. "What's going on?"

I climbed off his lap and knelt in front of him. The first part was difficult, because I had to tell him that I had taken on a female lover without his permission. "I have a surprise for you Sir; I hope it pleases you..."

He smiled at me and stroked my hair. "That's sweet of you pet, what is it?"

I called her name and she slowly and sensuously crawled into the room on all fours, the candle light flickering in her eyes, her long silken hair hanging around her perfect face like a curtain. She came and knelt beside me, moving close to me as if for protection, not daring to look him in the eye. "This is your gift Master." I have made a slave of this girl for the purpose of offering her to you, to give you the pleasure of two slaves tonight." I felt her trembling against me, and I stroked her hair lightly, as if she were a kitten, to soothe her. "I beg your pardon for training her without your permission, but I did it to please you..."

He stood up and towered over both of us. "To please me, pet? I suspect you 've enjoyed her quite a bit while you trained her."

I blushed hotly, he knows me, and he knows that in my life before him, I enjoyed dominating other females, a pleasure that I renounced when he collared me. We'll deal with your ... choice of methods later, but for now, thank you for the gift."

I watched him look at her and lust after her, touch her and fuck her, saw her mouth on him, his on her, his cock in every hole that she had, watched him cum and nearly come out of his skin when her tongue was on his ass, my mouth on his cock. Saw him looking down at us like some decadent ancient pharaoh while both of our tongues slid over his cock, dueling with each other to see which of us might pleasure him more. I saw us through his eyes as we must have looked; two such different women, one golden, one much paler gold, two heads of long black hair, one ringleted, one straight. Two bodies, one full breasted and small waisted, one slim hipped and gamine. He came over and over again, the dizzying fact of a fantasy come to life affecting him with the strength of a hit of uncut cocaine, keeping him hard for hour after hour, orgasm after orgasm. 

She was different with him than I; more timid and trembling, clearly overwhelmed by the situation, but absolutely aroused at the same time. She gave herself over completely, allowing herself to be taken in any way that he chose, the fact that they were complete strangers seeming to prove no impediment to the fulfillment of the fantasy.

At one point he sat back and instructed me to use her as I chose, and I did; flogging her, holding her cruelly and roughly by her beautiful mane of hair as she sucked and nibbled my clit, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. He stared into my eyes all the while, as if wondering at seeing the woman that he knew so well in such a different role; debasing and using another in the ways that he uses me. I was afraid that he would be displeased at seeing me in this new light, but his arousal at the sight was such that at one point he pushed her off me and fucked me as though I were as new to him as she was.

We spent the evening enjoying each others' flesh; he enjoyed us and we both enjoyed him; I even enjoyed the gentle rivalry to please him. We fell asleep in a satiated pile, and she left quietly in the night giving me a smile and a squeeze to my hand before she slipped away. 

I burrowed closer to him and went back to sleep, but I woke up in terror. The lust was gone now, and all that remained was fear. What if he preferred her?!? What had I been thinking? What sane woman lets the man she has submitted to and handed her heart to have another woman? A beautiful woman who is nothing like her? I began to spin out in the way that women do, weaving tragic scenarios, dramatic scenes and betrayals.

I lay awake in the night, listening to him breathe, fearing for my life as I knew it, fearing for my love.

The sun awoke me the next morning, along with the feeling of something soft dropping onto my skin. I looked up and saw him standing over me, pulling the petals off a peach colored rose and dropping them languidly onto my body. I looked up at him in startled wonder. 

He looked down at me tenderly. "Thank you for your beautiful gift last night, I know what it cost you to take that risk."

I stared up at him, afraid to speak, afraid that I would start to cry again as I had in the night.

"I prefer you," he said as he mounted me and slid inside me.

I smiled through my tears as we began to move together... 

Gift



{Some of my stories are based partially in truth, very few are completely true. I hesitated to even write this one, since I have a good idea what the reaction of some will be. But what the hell. Here is one from far back in my youth, and almost completely true.)

Unlike many others when I was young, I grew up on a remote island, a short six mile walk to our nearest neighbor. School was twelve miles, at least it wasn't uphill both ways but it sure as hell was uphill on the way in. At first I had to run all the way every day, then things got modern and I could meet the school bus at a turnaround a couple of miles away. That saved a lot of time for work, running all the way to school took over two hours each way.

There wasn't any real socializing, I just plain didn't have time because there was always the ranch, work was always waiting. 

My Dad strapped a small pistol to my hip when I was six, I graduated to a rifle by the time I was nine.

It wasn't for show, it was a tool. I used firearms to help feed our family, and also to protect myself since there were things that lived out in our woods that had teeth and considered me or one of my brothers a potential meal. Usually making a bit of noise would keep them out of sight, but often we were hunting so we didn't really want to make any noise.

There was a little black Bear one day that acted like it wanted to visit, I was out picking thistle heads to take back and store for salads. All we did with those was store them, the outer layers would turn brown but when we peeled them back there were nice and fresh, they lasted almost all Winter if kept cool. I liked those salads, Mom would slice cabbage and thistle heads, add tiny slivers of squash and Carrots and splash some vinegar on it.

That danged Bear was pesky, it kept getting closer, curious about me I guess. I popped four rounds into the ground at it's feet and it completely understood that.

I knew which plants were good to eat, I knew which trees had bark that made a nice tea, I knew how to fold up a skunk cabbage leaf to make a pot, so I could heat water over an open fire. I even made Rabbit stew in those a few times. Up by the headwaters of one of our little springs there were snails, big ones sometimes 3 inches across. I fried those in butter, I could eat 20 of them at a setting. I also stewed up a batch in my skunk cabbage pot many times, mixing in some cattails for flavoring, adding some of that white colored moss that grows on the Adler trees. Even mushrooms if I could find them, sometimes a couple of red Elderberries. Those gave them a mildly bitter taste that I liked. 

If the fire was kept low that worked great for stews and soups, get a bit too much flame going and I got to build another fire.

I carried a heavy blade, too. That came in handy for lots of things, like building a fire in the rain from green wood. Some might laugh at that, but all I had to do was select a good Fir limb with bubbles of pitch, peel off some thin shavings into tiny little curls and it burned nicely, covered by branches from Ferns over a stack of rocks to keep the rain off. Then there were always dry branches on the lower part of the Fir trees, even when it was raining.

Live wood burns like paper if shaved thin, wood that is rain wet won't burn at all.

In bad weather I could find a warm dry bed, a rotten windfall stump hollowed out with leaves and branches laid down over it to drain the rainwater away served me just fine. Some of them still had huge rootballs, those were the very best. I had a feet of them I dug out that had enough room for two, maybe three people inside.

Of course critters liked them too, so I usually gave out a few hollers as I got close to one of my older shelters.

The Ferns were great for a roof, first lay down some thin branches for bracing, then lay green Ferns on overlapping with the tips of the leaves pointed out and it made a perfectly dry little shelter.

I could build a shelter in about 30 minutes, plus I had literally dozens of locations up there to choose from that I made over the years.

Those rotten stumps were always nice and warm inside, too. Sometimes I would be gone an entire weekend hunting, rarely almost an entire week if I was curing out in the woods. I got a big Elk once that I cured all the meat out there and hung it where the animals couldn't reach it, then I went and got my brothers and we packed it all home in two trips. We never hunted close to the house because sometimes in the Winter game was scarce and the weather would get bad enough we could not go miles to harvest something.

Besides, smoked meat got old after awhile, some nice fresh venison steaks and homemade bisquits and gravy would hit the spot come January.

Animals that hung around close came in nice and handy, but it was rare we had to do that. Dad saw to it that we put up plenty of stores, most years food was not a problem.

By the time Winter set in, we usually had hard smoked meats and fish. The fish were just salted and dried. A couple of dozen Rabbits usually hung up there, we smoked the whole thing after salt curing it.  There were stores of dried Corn, Potatos, huge Onions hanging upside down from the racks. Carrots kept well, and we also grew a lot of those big Squash. Some types we ate raw right off the plant when they were little, other kinds would keep all Winter long.

Yes, the description of me and my brothers is wild. We were animals too, predators on the world around us.

The result was a very naive young man compared to the other kids in town, almost completely and totally unaware of the possible ills of the world.

Some things I figured out in school, like the need for an education, and like so many young men fresh out of high school, I really had no idea at all of what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I did know I saw other people with things I didn't have, and I wanted some of that for myself.

College was actually out of the question, my family were farmers. Back then the kids in town were the rich people, their Dads all had good jobs in the local mill. I even thought of doing that, maybe they would hire me? But I was down there once, the place smelled so bad I didn't want anything to do with that.

We were just poor dirt farmers, there was little if any money. We grew food, or we ran something down and killed it for dinner. Our ranch was large, over 3000 acres so there were lots of things to kill. The land next to ours was owned by a timber company, nobody was ever around so we had the complete run of that also, thousands more acres. They showed up to harvest once in awhile, large rough looking men cut the trees and dragged them down to the river with horses. I remember sitting up on the mountain and watching them, expecting them to fall off into the river as they rode the huge logs but none of them ever did.

At least not that I ever saw. One man my Dad knew named George went in, the logs went over him. Nobody ever saw him again.

"Damn fool!" My dad exclaimed when he heard about that.

"He just refused to quit drinking."

I decided to never drink after hearing that story, it made me shudder.

My folks had chickens so there were fresh eggs to trade for flour and sugar, always salt. We would take the boat to town, riding the tide with the tiny little engine chugging away, my job was to bail out the water that ran in so we didn't sink.

I had to bail pretty fast too, and I was a bit afraid of the water so I never stopped.

I actually liked those trips, it meant we had real flour for awhile which was wonderful. Usually we harvested the Bulrush seeds and ground those down to make flour. The store bought stuff Mom traded for was lots better.

We had to go with the tide, if it was against us we went nowhere at all.

We couldn't take a car, we didn't have one.

There were no roads out there anyway.

My Mom cooked on a wood stove and we heated the house with wood, so there was lots of swinging a big 16 pound sledge hammer. Of course that started out with me using the 4 pounder but I grew pretty strong very quickly.

I was the youngest of four brothers, early on it was fine because they were all bigger and could help with bucking the hay for our cattle, and with all of the never ending work. We had some Sheep later on, then Goats. Of course we also had our share of Coyotes, we spent a lot of time keeping a watch out for them.

They stayed on the skittish side because if they showed us any hide at all we put a bullet in them.

My oldest brother joined the army soon after graduation, the next year the second brother was gone to the Coast Guard.

Two years later the third brother was married, it seemed he walked over to see the neighbor girl named Becky who lived about six miles away.

I knew all about that because I sneaked over behind him, and spied on them as they went down to the hay loft. They couldn't see me, I slipped up the wooden ladder to the rafters, I could peek right over the top of a big board wall. My brother looked just like one of the Rabbits Mom kept in her cages, I even giggled once and he heard me, looking around for a moment before going right back to it.

Becky was a little bit on the fat side. I didn't get a real good look at her because my brother was in the way and I was afraid to try and move to a better location.

She sure was naked, though. At one point she had her head laid back and her mouth open, I got to see her right tittie for a few seconds when it slid over to the side, but then my brother's arm got in the way. When it looked like they were getting done I got the hell out of there because my brother would beat me up if he caught me.

There was quite a fuss when Becky's Dad showed up madder than an old wet hornet a few months later, I think he actually had plans to shoot my brother but he ran into my Dad who had his 30-30 model 94 Winchester tucked under his arm.

My Dad was on the big side, and well known for using a rifle. He could hit a six inch circle at 200 yards freehand, and I saw him drop a Coyote dead in it's tracks at 100 yards once, it was on a dead run at the time. 

I was standing there, my pistol on my hip as Becky's Dad went into a tirade. By then I could peg a Rabbit at 50 feet pretty regularly, and I shot them in the head so as to not mess up any meat. Becky's Dad eyed me but he went back to yelling at my brother.

I was thinking that if he moved to really do something I would shoot him in the arm, but just then our Dad showed up.

Needless to say, Becky's Dad got a bit more polite when Dad came around the corner.

There were some discussions, my brother married Becky and went to live on their farm. That settled that little problem.

Which left our ranch with Dad, Mom...and me.

I was 13 years old.

My life became a string of getting up at 5 AM, rounding up the cows and milking them. I took the milk up to the house and ran it through the hand cranked milk separator, so Mom could use the cream to make butter, and some of that Cottage Cheese she hung from the clothesline. Lord that was good, there is nothing in the world as good as fresh sweet Cottage Cheese.

Then it was split the wood for the house, take a bath and make the long walk to meet the bus at the end of the road 2 miles away. Rain or shine, it made no difference. Mom insisted that I go to school, Dad objected a little bit saying he needed me around the ranch but Mom got her way.

On weekends we worked all day, my Dad was not lazy, he was right out there with me. We cleared brush, smoked meat, tended the gardens, it seemed my Mom was always canning something.

I liked it when Mom sent me fishing, my job was to bring as many home as I could carry. I knew where whatever kind she wanted would be and never had any real trouble catching them.

The County extended the road past our place by the time I was 16, we owned timber and now it could be hauled in to the mills and sold. It suddenly became very valuable, Dad capitalized on that very quickly. 

In short order electric power arrived, there was even a telephone that hung in the hallway, it was a big boxy looking thing with a handle on the side of it.

Soon we had a crew of men out in the woods and working around the ranch, Dad got himself a huge Stetson hat, bought a bulldozer and a tractor, and a fancy 1963 Lincoln.

Suddenly were were rich landowners, now Mom drove to town and bought neat things like hot dogs. She even got me some store bought clothes from one of those Sears and Roebucks catalogs.

I hated those, I was always ripping them on something, the ones that Mom made for me were lots better.

The good part was I also had one heck of a lot less work to do.

I was 18 when I graduated from high school, a solid six feet tall and 160 pounds. My dad sat me down that same evening and told me that I could stay if I wanted to, then he handed me a piece of paper with my rent and living expenses.

Hell, I still had on that silly looking dress and the little square hat they made me wear.

I went out and got a job the very next day, packing shingles around in a mill, loading them on box cars. That was interesting, it was a union job and in that industry, the workday was just six hours.

I made enough to pay Dad the $40 per month he demanded for my bedroom, but I refused to pay for my meals since I knew how to go out and get all the food I wanted. I would grab my little .22 rifle and pop a young buck, skin it out and pile up some rocks to make a smoker.

I could run down to the river and catch some perch or flounder. In the Fall the Salmon would come in, those were easy to catch, I had a long pole with some stout twine on it, a huge treble hook and just snagged them.

There were lots of Trout in the creek, Rabbits to trap or just pop in the head with my pistol, plus those big fat yellow bellied Squirrels, too.

I also tired very quickly of paying Dad $40 for my own bedroom, to be honest that really pissed me off, so one day I just packed up my gear and headed out into the woods for good. It was Spring anyway, I had no problems at all living out there.

By the next Fall I had almost $500 saved up, and I had bought a 1955 Desoto, it had one of those Red Ram V-8 engines in it and it really would haul ass if I stomped on it, which I did a lot of.

Then I got a ticket for spinning the tires in town one day, that cost me $14.00. I was careful after that, I waited until I was way out in the country to have some fun.

I had to make some payments, but those were only $22.00 per month. I really liked that car, it said Hemi right on the valve covers although I had no idea what that meant but it was great.

The car was neat because it had big traction tread tires and would go right up the dirt road to almost where I was camped, except for when it was raining, then I had to walk.

Every payday I went in to the bank, I always went to a young girl named Terry's window. She would take my precious passbook, write down my deposit and initial it alongside and hand it back with a big smile.

I really liked her, the day I reached $500 she smiled and commented that I was really getting some nice savings.

I managed to mutter something about how I would like it if she would let me take her to lunch, she beamed and said she would love to.

My very first real date! None of the girls in high school would go out with me because they just couldn't be seen with the son of a poor dirt farmer. That was changing by then of course but I was too naive to notice the looks.

Terry and I talked a lot, both of us had hopes and dreams, I told her I wanted to go to college and become an engineer, design and make things. To be honest, I wasn't real sure what an engineer really did but I had read it somewhere that engineers made lots of money. She wanted to go to college also, she wanted to become a registered nurse.

A few days later I took her to my place out in the woods. I had tarps I bought at the military surplus store, a cookstove I had built out of rocks with a metal sheet perched on top. I even had running water, there was a spring uphill and I used rain gutters to direct it down to my camp, letting the overflow run on down the hill. I had built a small outhouse down the hill, it was a continuous flush toilet. It even had a door on it.

Terry thought my camp was really neat, then we necked a little bit and one thing led to another. We both ended up naked on my bed, which was piles of blankets on top of soft fiddlehead ferns I harvested and packed in there.

Her body was slender, one of her breasts was bigger than the other and she was really self conscious about that until she realized I was completely delighted.

Hell, it was the first bare breasts I had ever seen up close! She rolled her hips back and forth to help me when I started tugging at her panties, I managed finally to worry them down her legs. She had a mass of black hair down there and even some on her stomach. She also had a circle of hair around each nipple which I found surprising but then I thought that men had hair on their chests so I guessed women did too.

I just never knew that. She didn't have any under her armpits, though, I checked. In fact, I checked everywhere on her, it was fun.

We did it about 5 times that day, and when it started to get dark I built a fire and we lay there and played with each other some more.

Finally she told me she needed to be getting home, and that I probably did, too.

"I am home." I told her.

"What? You mean you actually live out here, you aren't just camping?"

"Yes, I live here, why?"

"Oh. I didn't realize. That's a little odd?"

Terry got dressed, she was quiet after that. We walked down the hill to my Desoto, and I drove her to her apartment in town. I asked if I could come in, thinking we could have some more sex, but she told me she was too tired.

She wasn't as nice to me at the bank after that, and she wouldn't go anywhere with me, I asked her several times.

It made me a little bit mad, like she thought I wasn't good enough maybe?

One day I came down the trail to the house to see my Mom, actually I was low on salt and sugar and was hoping she would have some of that pancake flour, too. If Dad wasn't around Mom would just give me what I needed.

There was a car parked in front of the house I didn't recognize. A man in his 30's and a woman about the same age were visiting, it turned out he worked for some timber company Dad was dealing with.

"This is Thomas, and his wife Jerri." Mom introduced me. Tom was about my height but heavier, Jerri was an extremely pretty brunette, she wore her hair clear down to her shoulders which was different. Most women at that time either had it piled up, or wore it about to their ears and curly. Jerri's hair was straight as a string.

I managed to not giggle at their names. I had loved to watch the Tom and Jerry cartoons on our black and white TV dad had bought after he suddenly had lots of money.

They talked a lot, finally at one point Mom loaded me up with some supplies. I went back in to say goodbye to them.

"So what do you have planned for your life?" Tom asked me.

"I am saving up, I want to go to college, I have enough to start at the Junior College out in the valley next semester."

"Really? That's great! Hey, I have an idea. We live just two miles from there, why don't you just come and stay with us?" He asked.

I thought that was strange, they didn't even know me.

"I don't want to put anybody out." I told him.

"You won't, Jerri and I love company. It will be great, it will help you out with your schooling costs too. Maybe you might consider learning timber management?"

"How much would you need for rent?"

A look I didn't understand passed back and forth between them.

"It's just a spare bedroom, and it has a small fridge and even a TV set. Color, too!" He grinned at me.




Gift



"We can even put a hotplate in there for you but usually you will eat on campus, they serve meals there."

"Wow, that sounds like a good deal. But, why? You don't really know me?"

"We are going to be working closely with your folks out here on the timber, so it's almost like family! Plus if you do take some timber management courses, I can get the company to chip in some for school."

Tom seemed to be a little bit overly enthusiastic, and I wasn't real sure about timber management stuff. After all, what is there to manage? You plant the tree and it grows, that is all there is to it.

"Why not, honey? It can really help you out." My Mom said.

Everyone was beaming, I saw a smile pass back and forth between Tom and Jerri. They were just nice people, wanting to help me out, I decided.

Two months later I loaded up the old Desoto, broke camp and was on my way. Tom opened the door before I even got up on the porch. He shook my hand, showed me the room. It actually was very nice, the bed really looked inviting after so long sleeping out in the woods.

I got unpacked and settled in, trying to keep quiet so as not to disturb them. The first night was uneventful, except I could barely hear them in their room down the hallway. They were obviously making love, I just rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning I peeked out, no sign of anyone so I went into the bathroom and washed up. I was coming out with a towel wrapped around my waist just as Jerri stepped out of their bedroom.

All she had on was a flimsy coverup, she was obviously naked underneath it. But then I had my underwear in my hand so I was obviously naked, too.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" I said, blushing furiously, looking quickly away.

"Relax, Danny. We are all going to be living together so don't worry about anything, I have seen men before."

She looked at my bare chest like it was candy or something, then she grinned.

"Besides, you really are cute!" Then she was by me and into the bathroom while I stood there red faced. I went back into my room and got dressed. I left for school, spent the day getting myself registered, and my classes all figured out. I was back to the house by 3 PM.

I hesitated, then I knocked on the door. Jerri opened it, gave me a big smile.

"Danny, you don't need to knock, you live here now." Jerri told me when she answered the door.

She let me in, asked me if I wanted some tea. That sounded good, she brought me a cup.

Then she sat down and asked me all about my day, I told her all the classes I had set up. She asked me if I would like to join her for dinner, since Tom was off bidding a job and would not be back until around 10 PM.

"I don't want to eat alone." She said.

So we sat down in the kitchen, it didn't take her very long to have a meal ready. After dinner I helped her with the dishes, then went to my room.

I went to bed early, around midnight or so I woke up to someone talking quietly. I couldn't really hear what they were saying though. I got up and went to the door.

"Are you sure?" I heard Jerri say.

"Yes, I would like that." Tom answered.

"OK. I will try." Then there was some giggling.

They sure seemed to be a happy couple, plus they were really being nice to me. Next I heard mumblings, and Jerri started to moan again.

Then it got quiet so I went back to sleep.  

The next morning I peeked out to be sure no one was in the hallway, then I slipped across the hall to the bathroom. I had my pants on this time.

Just like the day before, I opened the door as Jerri came out into the hallway. She had on that same flimsy nightgown, I told her good morning.

"Morning, Danny! We seem to be about on the same schedule." She grinned and brushed by me.

I noticed the door to their bedroom was cracked open slightly, I got a glimpse of Tom laying there in their bed. He was looking my way as I went by and back into my room.

Every single morning for the rest of the week Jerri came out just as I came out of the bathroom. That nightgown she always had on was a pale pink color, I could see her panties right through it, and hints of where her nipples were.

She sure wasn't bashful at all, but like she said, we all lived together so I thought nothing of it.

Then I came home from school and walked in like I was doing now, I headed for my room just as she stepped out of hers. All she had on was a small pair of panties. Her breasts were not large, her nipples were pinkish colored. 

"Oh, Hi, Danny! I didn't hear you come in. I am going to do some laundry, do you have anything that needs washed?" She just stood there.

"I..yes, but I can...."

"Oh, nonsense. I am running a load anyway, let's go round up yours and I will do everything at once." She turned and went into my bedroom.

I could see her naked back, it was slender and she had just enough weight on her to barely hide her ribcage.

And she was not bashful about being almost naked in front of me at all.

"Where do you put your dirty clothes?" She asked me, turning back my way.

"I put them in those sacks." I answered, looking away from her as I pointed to some big paper bags I kept in the corner.

"You are bashful, aren't you honey? Please relax, we all live together so it's no big deal." I glanced up at her as she smiled.

Then she picked up the two bags, and left.

I couldn't help it, seeing her almost naked like that made me hard as a rock. I shook my head, this was really different.

I sat and studied for a couple of hours, Jerri came back in with my clothes. She had on a long T-shirt this time. She started hanging up the clothes, and folding some of them for me.

"Thank you, Jerri. I really appreciate that." I told her.

"No problem at all honey, I love to take care of my men." She gave me another big smile and went out.

Tom came home about an hour later.

"Hey, I got us a movie! You can watch it with us tonight if you want to." He told me.

"OK. I am about done here anyway." I went out, both Tom and Jerri were in the kitchen whispering, so I went on into the living room. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I did hear Jerri giggle. They came out a few minutes later.

Tom set up the screen, then went over and put the movie in a projector. He had to fiddle with it awhile, but finally he got it threaded and started. He came over and sat down in his chair, Jerri plopped down on the far end of the couch I was sitting on. She still had on that T-shirt.

The movie flickered and then came on, the first scene was a woman scantily clad, answered a doorbell. A man stood there with a package, she invited him in.

In less than 60 seconds she was down on her knees and sucking on the man's penis! I sat there in shock.

"I hope you like porn, Jerri and I watch it sometimes." Tom grinned at me.

"I have never seen any....."

"Really? Well, relax and enjoy, this one is great, just wait until the next scene where her husband shows up."

I looked over at Jerri, she was intent on the film. I also noticed she was sitting with her legs carelessly open, and I didn't see any sign of those panties she had on before but I couldn't be sure. I couldn't stop myself from glancing her way. She looked over at me and just smiled, then turned back to the film.

"This part is good! Here comes the husband." The screen changed to another man walking in the door. He stopped, then began to strip off his clothes.

"Look at how big he is!" Tom chuckled. I looked, but I didn't find that the guy was really that big? He actually looked to be normal to me.

Then they were doing some things that made me blush, the idea of two men at once having sex with one woman had never crossed my mind, in fact it looked impossible.

There was just a few minutes more, a closeup of the men spurting into the air and another of the woman spreading it all over her breasts.

It was sexy as hell, They even showed a closeup right between the womans legs! I realized I was hard as a rock and blushing at the same time. The film flickered out, Tom got up and shut it off, turning the lights back on.

"Well? What do you think?" He grinned at me.

"I don't know, I never realized anybody ever did anything like that." I managed.

"Danny is shy, honey." Jerri told him.

"We will get him over that!" Tom laughed.

I glanced over at Jerri, with the lights on I now knew for sure that she didn't have any panties on under the T-shirt. I looked down, then back up. She was looking right at me with her lips pursed.

"Well, uhhh..thanks for the movie, I probably should get to bed, I have an eight O'clock class tomorrow."

"Nite, honey!" Jerri said.

I went to my room. I was still all fussed up but I didn't want to sneak across to the bathroom to take care of it, they might hear me.

I dozed off, then it seemed I almost instantly woke back up. There was someone there! I reached over and switched on the light. Jerri stood there, she was stark naked.

"Uhh..what's the matter?" I asked her.

"Nothing, honey. I am just checking to make sure you are comfortable." She smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Then her hand slid under the covers, she wrapped her hand around my cock.

"Oh, my! You are all ready to go. I better help you, it isn't fair to show you a movie like that when no woman is here for you." Then her hand was going up and down and I had no control over anything at all.

Just before I started to blast off, a small towel appeared from somewhere and she used that to catch my seed.

"There you go, honey. All better I hope. Just let me know if you need me, I take care of my men."

"I don't...what about Tom?" I asked her.

"I take care of Tom, too. We all live here now." She stood up.

"But...." I was still confused, this was totally unexpected.

"Tom knows, honey. In fact, he really likes it. He told me that if you want to, we can have sex any time you are in the mood."

I just looked at her.

"I would like that too." She smiled, then she turned and left.

I lay there in shock at what had just happened.

The next morning it was like nothing had happened, Jerri was there right on schedule when I came out of the bathroom. Tom lay there in their bed, this time he lifted a hand to give me a little wave as I went by to my room.

I left for class, but all day Jerri's hands on me was the only thing I could think of so I didn't accomplish much.

Jerri had suggested that we could have sex? Sex with another man's wife was not something I had even ever thought about, the idea had never even crossed my mind.

I was feeling a bit uncomfortable with the situation by the time I got home that afternoon. 

Jerri was running a huge vacuum cleaner when I opened the door, it was one of those giant ones just like the one my Mom had. Those door to door salesmen came by selling them, Kerbys I think they were called.

I was actually grateful to find her dressed in slacks and a blouse, she looked perfectly normal.

She smiled at me, reached down and shut the machine off.

"Hi, Honey! How did school go today?"

"OK, I guess." I answered. I was having a hard time meeting her eyes.

She gave me a puzzled look.

"Danny, did I make you uncomfortable last night? Maybe you don't like me?"

"I like you fine, Jerri. You are really beautiful, it isn't that. I just am not used to..." I let my voice trail off.

"You haven't had sex much, have you?"

"No, not really. Just once is all."

"Well, do you prefer I just leave you alone?" She almost looked like her feeling were hurt.

"It's not that, it's just that...well, you and Tom are married."

"Tom likes sex, and so do I. When we saw you, and you looked so nice, we thought.."

"I still am a little worried that Tom might get mad."

"Honey, he loves it! It really gets him going, in fact, he would like to watch."

"Watch?" I felt myself blush again at the idea of that.

"That is so cute when you get all flustered like that, Honey." Jerri was getting pretty close to me now.

She stepped right up close to me, pressed her upper body against me.

"I want you to fuck me, honey. I want that huge cock of yours. You are twice as big as Tom is, and it's already hard."

She reached down and slid her hand up and over me. That did it, I was lost. The first time was right there on her freshly vacuumed carpet, 10 minutes later we were on my bed. I did not know a woman could spread their legs that far, she could do the complete splits lying on her back. She made noises, too. Grunts and groans and moans, then she was up on top of me with her head back and her mouth open.

I have no idea how long that went on, and I lost track of how many times she came. I could always tell when she was, her pussy went into convulsions. Every time I started to go limp she would wrap her hand around it and squeeze, pumping me right back up.

I lost track of everything around me, all there was was that pussy, her breasts, our naked bodies touching and rubbing.

"Can I pick them or what, babe?" I heard Tom's voice behind me.

I looked over my shoulder, he was standing there stark naked, fully erect. Jerri was right, I was easily twice as big as he was. He walked over to the bed as I rolled off of his wife. He slipped up into place, and began to thrust at her.

Jerri acted exactly the same way with Tom as she did with me.

That is how it all began. Tom gave me the gift of a room, a place to stay for an entire year of college. As part of the deal, he also gave me the gift of his very willing wife. The third part of the gift was for himself, he just enjoyed watching, he enjoyed being a cuckold.

Me? I liked the sex, even though I never completely got over being somewhat uncomfortable. I really loved it when Tom was off on a trip, sometimes it was for a couple of days so I had Jerri all to myself and we spent just about all the time playing with each other.

I almost got used to Tom being there, but not quite. I also expected that since they lived that kind of life that there had to be others, I was forever expecting some other guy to show up.

I am not sure what I would have done if they had, but no one ever did. Jerri was always home, too, so she wasn't running around.

Was Tom? Maybe, he did spend quite a bit of time on the road. But the truth, he really did like watching Jerri get royally screwed.

The year finally ended and Summer was coming. I told them I was headed home, I wanted to see my folks. Summer was uneventful, I got back on at the shingle mill so I could make a dab of money.

I even ran into Terry, the girl I took up to my camp out on the ranch. I was living out there in the woods again, just like before. She came along willingly and we did it again, just like the first time. Then just like the first time, she acted like she wanted nothing to do with me.

I couldn't help but compare Terry with Jerri. Jerri was better, lots better.

That Fall, I was thinking maybe we could get something going again, so I called.

Jerri answered, she was pleased to hear my voice. When I asked about perhaps staying with them again, she told me they already had someone in their spare bedroom.

I got the picture.

I run the family farm now, both Mom and Dad are gone. None of my brothers wanted anything to do with it really. It sure is one hell of a lot of work, but I don't mind. Things are different now, the flatland is in one of those wetlands zones so we can graze a few livestock but that is all. We even have to buy feed, although it grows right here we can't harvest.

Environmentalists, they even decide which weeds I can pull and which ones I can't. I just nod at them and then do whatever I want to as soon as they are gone.

The timber was long since cut, the money spread around. That helps us keep up with things, it is plenty.  The mountain was all replanted, some day our grandkids will reap the rewards. I even took some classes aimed at timber management, learning I was actually correct.

A person plants trees, then lets them grow. That's about it, they know what to do.

My wife's name is Sally. Sally is a soft and mildly chubby little blond, not my type. Not my type at all, lord do I love her though. I have no idea at all quite how we ended up together, in truth I think she simply caught me?

We have two kids, they are off to college. Sometimes I wonder about what their experiences will be like.

Jerri? I saw her again, it was about 2-3 years ago. Her hair was white as snow, she looked like a wrinkled up little old lady, maybe 50 pounds arrived and stayed with her. Hell, I am 66, so no spring chicken, a solid 230 pounds now. It took me a few moments to realize, she recognized me instantly.

The instant she called me honey, I knew who she was. We went to a local cafe, had some coffee.

Later, she leaned in for a kiss, so I gave her one.

"You were the best one in the sack I ever had!" She whispered to me.

I guess I probably blinked at that, it wasn't a comment I expected.

"Yep, no matter what I did, this thing just would not go down!" She reached out and slid her hand up over me, right there on a city street. Damned if it wasn't about half hard from having all of those memories.

Same old Jerri. I laughed, she laughed, she climbed into a tiny little car. Then she rolled down the window.

"God I would love to fuck you again!" She grinned at me.

Then she started the car and was gone.

"Whatever in the world got into you?" Sally asked me as she lay there naked, her breasts flushed red from what I had just done to her.

"You just looked so good when I got home I had to!" I told her. She turned to me and pressed her face to my chest, pleased with that comment.

It was the truth, mostly anyway.

There really is a portion of this story that is not true, someone is going to ask anyway, so here is the answer.

I did not study timber management.

LoL.

MGM



Gift



(c) 2012 by Cactus Juggler

It was a week before my husband George's fortieth birthday when Dr. Ward first hypnotized me. I have to wonder if the therapist had ever heard a request like mine, or if any therapist anywhere had, for that matter.

The house was covered in white wood siding, and there was a sign on the front lawn, complete with two small spotlights, proclaiming the house to be the office of Dr. Charles Ward. Under his name, happy looking script advertised his services as therapy, couples therapy and hypnosis.

Driving by the house no less than twice a day on average, I'd never thought much about the therapist's office. With George's birthday fast approaching, I was getting desperate though. I'd only gone into the office on a spur of the moment whim, only meaning to inquire about the possibility of finding a solution to my problem.

I loved George; he was a fantastic husband and my best friend. Over time, the fact that I just couldn't manage to give him the one "special" sexual experience I knew he truly desired ate away at me. He'd never had anal sex, and while he'd never pressured me, he did ask me to indulge his desire.

The problem was that I had no interest in that, and when we did finally try it things went wrong from the start. I was tense and uncomfortable and it just got worse from there.

It was so bad that he only managed to push the tip inside me before I cried out so loud that he stopped the whole disaster himself out of shame for what he was putting me through.

After that I felt even guiltier, so I bought some toys and lube and tried to practice on my own, meaning to surprise him with the gift of my new more inviting butt--that is, until I couldn't manage to relax myself enough to even pretend to enjoy the smallest toy.

Two years later, I'd got it into my head that I was going to finally give him what he wanted for his fortieth birthday. I knew the problem was psychological, it had to be, and instead of driving by the white house with the sign advertising hypnotherapy, that day I pulled into the driveway and went inside.

After a small outer area the size of a big closet, where there were only a chair and a coat rack, I passed through the open inner door to an office that was really more like a converted sun room added on to the front of the house. The windows on three sides were covered with blinds that were closed for privacy.

"Hi there. I'm Dr. Ward," he said as he came around the desk and offered me his hand.

It was mortifying just to meet him. He was both younger and better looking than I'd assumed. He was probably in his middle thirties at most. He had a great smile though, and a warm manner that somehow had me opening up to him when he offered to do a session with me right then.

"Relax, anything you tell me will stay in this room. As your therapist I'm bound from repeating anything you tell me, with few exceptions."

He turned a sign on the outside of the inner door and closed it, and I settled down on the couch opposite the chair he sat in.

"I'm not sure I can talk about this. It's too, well it's embarrassing."

He smiled at me again. "This is a safe place, Denise. You can tell me anything and feel no fear of being judged. This is what I do," he assured me.

Admitting such a personal problem to a stranger was hard, but somehow I found myself telling this charming, attractive man every detail of my failed quest to give my husband the anal sex he deserved.

By the time I was done, I was past the point of no return. After sharing what I had, there was nothing left to be lost. When he suggested that perhaps hypnosis might allow me to get finally get over my hang-ups, I agreed after only a moment's thought to give it a go.

He warned me that it would likely take more than one session, and explained his fees, and I repeated my agreement before he continued.

"Don't worry; this will just be like taking a relaxing, soothing little power nap. All you have to do is want this, and I should be able to help you. So before we begin, let me make sure I understand what you want. The goal here today, the goal that we're both going to try to achieve, is to help you relax and enjoy anal sex."

Hearing him say it, even after what I'd told him, made me blush anew.

"Your desired outcome is to take pleasure from anal sex, and be rid of the anxiety you experienced in the past. Only you can make this work, so you have to want this, to want me to help you."

It was humiliating to talk about it, but it was a bit of a relief as well. He didn't seem fazed by my admission, and I felt somewhat soothed by his calm, professional demeanor.

"Do you want me to help you, Denise? Will you trust me to help you learn to enjoy, and even desire anal sex?"

I nodded, and he had me lie back on the couch and close my eyes. He told me to imagine myself in a white room with a series of objects. He described them, and described how warm and comfortable I felt in the soft, fluffy white couch in the soft fluffy white room.

"Look at the clock on the table in the white room. Let the clock fade away, and let your perception of time fade with it. Feel yourself sinking deeper into the soft white couch, so soft and comfortable now that you can barely feel your feet and arms at all, they're floating and relaxed to the point that you're not even aware they're there."

He continued like this, until the last of the items in the white room disappeared, and I drifted away into the foggy state of complete relaxation.

**********

It took me a moment to remember where I was when he awoke me. I sat up on the couch, and looked at him with uncertainty.

"Is that it?"

"What do you mean, Denise?"

"Surely it must take longer than that," I said.

He smiled, and then looked to his right. I followed his gaze, and stared at the clock. Almost an hour had passed, passed as if it was an instant.

"Oh wow. I . . . I mean, did it work?"

"We won't know for certain until you try, and I'd like to do some more sessions to reinforce the work we did today in any case. That said, I think you'll see the difference soon enough. You're a very good subject."

He looked pleased with his work, and I found myself feeling better already about my birthday surprise. George was going to be so happy, I couldn't wait to tell him.

"How will I know if it's working?"

He chuckled. "Don't worry about that. I don't think you'll have any trouble telling. In fact, I think you'll start to see the effects quicker than you might think."

We discussed payment, and my next session. I shook his hand again and thanked him before I turned and walked to the door. He spoke just before I reached it, "You know, you really do have a lovely ass on you, Denise."

It was a shocking thing for him to say. I felt my face flush hot as first embarrassment, and then anger filled me. I turned to look at him, and he just smiled. My whole body tingled with heat, and it took me a moment to realize that I wasn't just upset with him, there was something else. I was . . . aroused.

"It's so lovely that I can't help thinking how much I'd like to be inside it," he continued.

"Excuse me?"

"An ass like that just makes me think about how tight it would feel when I slowly push my fat cock deeper and deeper inside. I'm getting turned on just thinking about it right now. How about you? Does the thought of it turn you on, Denise?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was outrageous. But I couldn't concentrate on my anger with my body responding the way it was. My pussy throbbed with arousal, and for some reason all I could think about was the way it would feel to have his cock inside me. Not just inside me--up my *ass*.

Then I realized what he was doing.

"This is some kind of test, right? I-I think it's working."

He stood up and approached me. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "Test? What do you mean? I'm just saying that your ass is so gorgeous that it has an effect on me. Look," he said, and then his hands dropped to his waist and he started to undo his pants.

"I-I have to go now."

It was already clear that his hypnotic suggestions were working in me, and as hot as I felt it was horrifying to feel that arousal directed at someone other than George. What did he think he was doing? Did he really think he could get away with this?

He had his pants open, and when he pushed down his boxers and his erection sprang free. He was pretty big, and despite myself I stared at it.

"I'm showing you what I'm talking about. Your ass makes me horny, Denise. Look at my cock. Look at how hard I am from thinking about fucking your hot ass."

"I-I have to go. This isn't what I wanted. I love my husband," I told him, but still I gawked at his impressive manhood.

"Don't fight it Denise. Can you really look at this big dick and tell me that you don't want to feel it inside you? That you don't want me to bend you over my desk take you from behind? I don't believe that for a minute," he said, and then he stepped closer to me.

My body yearned for him in a way that was beyond resistance. I hadn't ever been this turned on before. My traitorous pussy wanted him so much that I could feel my wetness soaking the crotch of my white cotton panties. Why hadn't I worn sexier underwear? Sexier underwear--oh God, what was wrong with me?

Staring at the thick length of his manhood pushed away my confusion and shame. The sight of that big dick left only one thought in my head. The only thing I could think of was hot it would be to do it, to lean over his desk and let him ram me right there. He moved behind me and then his hands were on my hips. I shuddered at his touch, and a moan escaped me.

"This is wrong," I said, but I didn't try to stop him as he guided me towards his desk.

"Then why does it feel so right?" he asked in my ear.

I was dripping wet. I needed that big dick, needed to feel it filling my ass. It wasn't a matter of right and wrong any more, the all that mattered was my ass and how much it hungered for his cock. His big, thick, hard cock.

I had to have it. A needful moan escaped my lips. It was humiliating to have my desire so openly visible, but that just made it hotter. My wanton need to be fucked like a dirty whore overrode any embarrassment.

"It does feel right, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I admitted with another moan. I could feel his erection pressing against me. A few steps more and we were there, my legs pressed up against the desk. His lips brushed my neck while his hands fumbled at my slacks. It felt so good that he had my pants and panties down around my knees before I realized it.

"Bend over."

His hands pushed me down, gentle but firm all the same, and I let him do it until I was laying with my breasts and head mashed down on its surface, my rear obscenely exposed to him.

I felt his cock press against my exposed slit for a moment, and then he pushed forward and buried himself inside me. The sensation of him filling my cunt felt wonderful but I wanted more. I wanted him to take me the way George had always so desired, but that I had always refused. I wanted to feel him in my ass.

"Somebody's a horny little slut, isn't she? That's good, the lubrication will help."

He withdrew himself and I wiggled my rear back towards him in invitation. He was right--at that moment I was a horny slut. I wanted him like I'd never wanted anything. When he pressed the head of his manhood against my rear opening, I groaned with anticipation.

"Beg for it, you dirty little tramp. Beg me to fuck your ass," he demanded.

Somehow his nasty words only made me hotter. I was dripping wet, exposed and bent over his desk and all I could think about was that hard cock of his and how it wasn't inside me. Yet.

"Fuck my ass. Do it, fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass," I pleaded.

His cock pushed against my back entrance and I tried to relax myself there to receive him, but he felt so big, too big. He grunted and pushed harder still, until I felt my ass being was forced to relent, swallowing the tip of him in one rushed bite.

"God, you do have a tight little asshole, don't you?"

It hurt, but at the same time it felt so good that I gave a sound that was a mixed squeal of pain and arousal. He paused there with just the swollen head inside me and I bit my lip and groaned at the sensation of my ass being forced to stretch to accept him.

He pushed deeper and deeper, filling me. I groaned and shuddered as he invaded my rear, it was an extreme feeling--he wasn't just fucking me, he was pushing my limits, delving a territory unexplored as he forced himself all the way inside me. I felt like I was his; somehow I knew that he was making me his as I grunted and moaned there, speared on his cock.

I struggled to admit him so deeply, but as much as it hurt, this was a good pain. A pain that I didn't want to stop, because it was just proof that I was being fucked in the ass and loving it, fucked like some kind of slutty whore. Fucked like I needed to be fucked. My pussy drooled and I didn't resist, I just closed my eyes and moaned as he screwed me, at first slow, but then with increasing speed and strength.

The sound of my moans was joined with that of his body slapping against my rear cheeks, every meaty whack timed perfectly with our moans.

I was shaking and heaving with pleasure and pain, reaching and grabbing at the desk as he fucked me. Rational thought was gone, there was only helpless need. Just pleasure and pain. Mindless, but unable to shut up, I muttered helplessly as he pushed forward with relentless force.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," someone muttered as we both came.

Sometime after I regained my breath, he withdrew from me and did up his pants. My shame returned as I pulled my own clothing back into place, but the pleasurable glow of being fucked like the dirty little butt slut I was hadn't faded yet.

Despite my growing horror at the fact that I'd just cheated on my husband, I couldn't help but feel something like gratitude toward him. He'd fulfilled me so deeply that I couldn't find it in myself to hate him. I left in a rush, his cum oozing from my sore ass as I drove home.

**********

By the time George returned home from work, I had showered twice and still didn't feel clean. I was so ashamed at what had happened with Dr. Ward, at how hot it made me feel to think about what a dirty slut I was. About how much I was his dirty slut.

I made the best dinner I could, and I don't think I was ever nicer to George than I was that night. I waited on him, I was affectionate, and I had every intention of being his whore in bed when I had the chance.

My sore ass was on my mind all night, though, a throbbing reminder of where Dr. Ward had planted his flag. I tried to concentrate on please George, but the arousal that lingered in me wasn't for him, it was for the damned hypnotist.

It didn't take any more seduction than it ever had to get George naked, but even though I wanted to enjoy it, sex just didn't feel right. Far from giving him my sore ass, I had to fake an orgasm while riding him during normal sex to give him the green light to finish. It wasn't hot, it felt wrong, like a chore.

He fell asleep hard afterwards, like he always did, and I went downstairs to hide my tears. Sobbing in my dark kitchen, I hated myself for how much I wanted something else. Something wrong. Something other than my husband. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized that all I wanted was Dr. Ward to bend me over his desk again.

The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became, until my hand slid into my panties and caressed my sex. I had only to imagine I was in Dr. Ward's office again, presenting my rear to him like an animal in heat, and I was near the edge of release with startling speed.

My fingers moved faster as I remembered how his hands felt on my hips, pushing me down, positioning me where he wanted. I thought of the pressure, and then that sudden, glorious moment when he pushed his way inside, and I groaned aloud.

Tears still drying on my face, I had to stifle my cries of pleasure as I came there in the dark. I climaxed thinking about the vile hypnotist while my husband slept, unaware that his wife was a traitorous whore.

**********

The next day, while George was at work, I found myself back at Dr. Ward's office. As much as I wanted to never see the man again, I couldn't stop myself.

Part of it was me rationalizing that he was the only one who could fix the problem; after all, he had created it. The other reason I was there was humiliating though. I couldn't stop thinking about the therapist and his big cock. I couldn't stop imaging him ramming my ass until my mind shut off and I came so hard that the universe exploded inside of me.

Oh god, what the fuck was wrong with me?

Somehow when I got there, I kept my clothing on and his cock out of my ass long enough to tell him how mad I was.

"You, you fucked me and now I can't stop thinking about it."

He smiled. "I just gave you what you asked for. Don't you enjoy anal sex now?"

The shame welled up inside me at how strongly my body reacted to being in the same room with him.

"I was supposed to enjoy anal with my husband, not you."

"Well, you should have been more specific then, shouldn't you?"

He laughed at me, but even then I wanted to throw myself on him. I'd beg him to fuck me.

"You bastard."

"Relax, let me hypnotize you again and I can fix this. Your husband never has to know what a dirty little slut you are."

When he said it, I swear to you my pussy went squishy in an instant. I was a dirty little slut, wasn't I? I had to get out of there.

"Are you crazy? I'm not letting you do that again. I shouldn't even be here. I'm going," I said.

"Oh, don't be dramatic. You know you can't help being such a filthy little whore. You know you want my big, fat cock."

I stopped at the door again, seized by deja vu and his vile words. My pussy throbbed with need.

"Your ass still looks good. It will look better on my dick though, won't it?"

His voice got closer. My hand trembled on the door knob, my heart pounding in my chest. How could I be so turned on?

"Get over there and assume the position, Denise. Do it," he said, and I twitched as his hands touched my hips.

There was no resisting my need. I let him guide me to the desk. Let him bend me over. He lifted my skirt up and slid my silky black panties down. I hadn't even remembered picking from the sexy side of the drawer, and I was filled with shame again, at the realization that this was why I'd returned. Not to yell at him, not to have him fix what he had done, I was there for this.

My face lay flat on the cold desktop my breathing ragged as I waited for it. My whole world narrowed down to just his cock and my needy ass.

He again used my wetness to lubricate himself with a deep thrust into my pussy, and I almost came just from that. When he pressed himself against my rear, then surged forward, forcing himself inside, I did cum.

The rest of it was a blur, as I lost all ability to speak or think or move, I just lay there hanging on as he pounded my ass with savage intensity.

So. Many. Orgasms. Oh my god, I was his. His filthy slut. I was a dirty whore for him. I was his toy. It was all I could do to remember to breathe every now and again, everything else was submission and pleasure, pure and delicious.

After he finished, he told me that he would hypnotize me again. He was going to make sure this time that George got the anal he'd always wanted. I had orders to follow. I was to convince George to come with me the next day. I was to tell him that we were going to fix my inability to give him what he needed, fix it with hypnosis. He told me to go home and reveal it as my birthday gift to him.




Gift



"Don't tell him you've been here before, or what we've done. Just tell him that if he comes with you, you'll let me use hypnosis to give him what he wants."

**********

I felt even more ashamed when I was standing outside the white house again, this time with George holding my hand in encouragement.

When I pitched the idea of going with me to Dr. Ward's office, I didn't mention that my previous trips there had involved the doctor's fat cock filling my ass. I told him what I was supposed to, what I had to, and he ate it up.

Dr. Ward was as charming as ever. He gave no sign that he knew me, and before I knew it, he was repeating the whole thing he'd done with me the first time.

"It's simple really, only you can make the positive change you desire in your life. I'm just your guide, here to help you achieve your goals. Denise, are you willing to give me your trust, to let me help you enjoy anal sex?"

Help me enjoy it, it was all I could think about. Hearing him say it made me want it even more, but I managed to play my part.

"Yes."

"George, the same goes for you. If we're going to have results, you need to join Denise in putting in the work for this to happen. Both of you need to be in sync for everything to be just right. Will you trust me with helping you be able to have some incredibly fulfilling anal sex?"

When I realized he was going to hypnotize George too, I should have stopped it. I should have told George everything, but all I could think was that if I just went along with whatever Dr. Ward wanted, I would surely be rewarded--rewarded right up my behind.

My husband looked so excited then, he must have been imagining finally getting what he'd so long desired.

"Yes," George said.

The hypnotist reminded us that we needed to trust him, that we needed to let him give us what we wanted. Then he told us both to lie back and close our eyes.

Ten minutes later, I was floating in the fluffy white emptiness of the relaxing white room in my head again.

**********

It was disorienting to awaken to lost time again. More so still as I watched George going through the same confusion. The shame of knowing that it was my fault he'd been under the trance as well hit me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I thought. Then I looked at Dr. Ward and mentally added "up my ass, fuck me up my ass."

I knew things weren't right, but still I didn't say anything. We got up to leave, and again I felt that feeling of repeating some pattern. Some past sequence that was heading someplace wrong, but wrong in a way that made me feel hot and needy too.

George and I made it almost to the door. That's when Dr. Ward spoke behind us. "You know, George, it's not just your wife that has a sweet backside. You've got a nice tight little ass too, don't you?"

We both turned to look back at him. He was standing, and his erect cock was poking out of his open pants. I waited for George to go ballistic, but when I turned to look at him, he was just staring down at Dr. Ward's thick penis.

"Look at what the sight of your tight little virgin ass is doing to me, George. I'm hard as a rock just thinking about how good it would feel to ram my fat cock inside it," he said.

It was hard to concentrate on my shame at what I'd now dragged George into, because the sight of Dr. Ward's erection was making me so hot. I stared at it alongside my dazed husband and it was all I could do to keep from begging Dr. Ward to stick it in my ass. How could I put myself and my husband into this position? I had to resist, I had to get George to snap out of Dr. Ward's spell.

"No, don't listen to him," I finally found the strength to say, but George didn't blink at my words.

"What's that, Denise? If you have to talk, why don't you say what you really want to say? Look at my big dick and see if there isn't something you'd like to ask me."

Staring at his cock the need to feel it inside me grew to the point that it felt like it would consume me. I felt myself shaking and then I took a step towards him, but he shook his head. "Say it," he said.

"Fuck my ass. Please. Please fuck my ass," I said.

Still George said nothing. Dr. Ward looked at me and gestured to his desk. "Show him how you like it, Denise."

In moments I had my pants and panties down and I was on my elbows, bent over his desk. The only thing left on my mind was the overpowering desire to have him inside my ass. My pussy was sloppy wet, I was on fire for him.

"You see George, Denise loves it. You will too, I promise you. Now why don't you join her there?"

I couldn't believe it, but then it was happening. George was leaning over next to me with his pants and underwear down around his ankles! Dr. Ward's hand roughly squeezed my rear cheeks, and his touch was electric. I wanted him inside me with every fiber of my being. I was far beyond ready, I was past needy even--I was desperate. I wiggled back in anticipation when his fingers probed my boiling slit, but then his hands left me.

"Beg for it, beg for my cock in your ass," he demanded.

I started to obey, but George beat me to it. "Please fuck my ass," George implored over my voice, and Dr. Ward snickered behind us.

George stiffened next to me and rocked slowly forward. He closed his eyes and a low groan came from him, of pleasure or pain I couldn't tell. Dr. Ward grunted and George was pushed a bit further still, and then George exhaled heavily and gave what was definitely now a moan.

"You're almost as tight as your little wife; this must be a little painful for you. Do you want me to stop?"

With his eyes still clenched, George rushed to reply, "No, please don't stop. Fuck my ass. Fuck my tight little ass."

I couldn't believe my ears. My husband kept his eyes shut tight and groaned as Dr. Ward fucked him deeper still. I felt ashamed, not just for bringing George to this position, but for the fact that I felt jealous of George at that moment. All I could think about was how I wished it was my ass getting fucked.

George started to rock forward and back next to me, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Throaty moans soon joined his low grunts and groans of pain. His head was slamming forward next to me with each resounding meaty slap behind him, his whole body getting thrown by the force of Dr. Ward's fucking.

"I'm fucking you like a woman and you love it. You'll let me do this whenever I want now, and you know it. Whose ass is this now?"

"Yours. It's your ass now. Oh God, don't stop, please."

My jealousy grew as he continued to hammer away at George's ass, but even as turned on as I was, it was still a shock to hear my husband's submissive admissions.

Something changed in the timber of George's moans. He was gasping and grunting and making sounds of pleasure all at once. His body still rocked forward under the force of the ass-fucking, but there was another pattern of motion too.

I had to lift myself upright for a moment to see it, but his right hand was beneath him, clenched around his own hard cock. He moaned faster still, and then he tensed and gave a twisted little groan that I recognized immediately--it was the sound he made when he came.

Dr. Ward laughed behind George and the pace of the slapping rhythm of their fucking slowed and then stopped. I stared at my husband in shock as he shuddered on the desk next to me, clearly getting off from having his ass fucked. I felt Dr. Ward's hand on my hip and I looked back to see him smiling down at me as he moved his still-straining erection between my cheeks.

"It's your turn now, but I need to hear you beg for it first," he said with a smirk.

"Please fuck my ass. Fuck my ass, fuck it hard." The words poured out of me without thought. I wanted him so badly that my pussy was a boiling cauldron of slippery need.

I would never have spoken that way before, but I'd never felt that way before either. I wanted him to not just fuck my ass, I wanted him to do it hard and fast. I wanted him to take my ass like a rutting animal, and I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything.

He pushed inside me and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as he buried himself in me to the hilt and then pulled back and did it again. It hurt, but it also felt so good that I was on the verge of cumming by the time he slammed himself inside me the third time. Following George's lead, I let my fingers find my clit, and I rubbed myself as I lay there getting fucked.

I couldn't contain the noises that burst out of me when my orgasm hit, and somehow it just turned me on even more to hear him laughing down at me as he continued to slowly pound my ass while I came.

"That was quick, you really did want it. Dirty little slut. You didn't come here to get fixed at all, did you? You came here for this, to feel my big dick up your ass. Admit it, tell your husband the truth. You love having my cock up your ass, don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned the word as his cock filled me again.

"Say it."

"I love having your cock up my ass."

"Not to me, tell him," he demanded.

I turned to George and said it again. George just stared at me in a flushed post-orgasmic daze.

"Is there anything you love more than feeling my big cock plow your ass?"

"No."

"What will you do for me? What will you do in return for my granting you the pleasure you're feeling right now?" he said, just as another climax ripped through me, leaving me shuddering there helplessly, my ass still filled with his incredible manhood.

"Anything," I half-moaned the word.

He was still hard, still fucking my ass but slower then. There was nothing else in the world, just that glorious cock stretching my ass, filling me, completing me.

"Anything huh? So you'll be my slave if I want?"

"Yes."

"You'll come in here and be my cock-worshiping slave, you'll pay me to fuck your ass and make my power over you stronger every time I do it?"

"Yes, oh God yes."

Dr. Ward's cock rammed into me with a savage tooth-jarring rhythm that grew more frenetic with every passing moment. I felt myself rushing towards climax again at the submissive feeling of being taken, of being used by him like a dirty slut.

Shuddering, I came, and a moment later he buried himself deep with one last great thrust before his cock erupted. I could feel him twitching and spurting inside me as I lay there in orgasmic bliss. When he withdrew from me, I longed for him already.

We all got dressed, and neither George nor I met each other's eyes.

"That will be two hundred for the joint session," Dr. Ward said.

Even though he'd just ass-fucked us both to orgasm, you couldn't tell from his demeanor. It was if nothing unusual had happened at all. I knew it had though. My throbbing ass, still oozing his juices, was proof it had. I wrote out the check while he waited, and handed it to him.

George was starting to look green around the gills. The euphoria seemed to be wearing off, replaced by something like shock, or maybe it was shame.

"Oh don't be down. I know how much you enjoyed it. Really, you should thank me for fucking you and for fucking your wife in front of you."

My husband looked different then, subdued and confused. He must have been in the grips of the same mix of shame and arousal I'd felt after my first time.

"Thank you."

"So, will it be another joint session next Thursday at two then? Or would you prefer something sooner?"

"Sooner," we both said it at the same time, and George and I looked at each other with embarrassment.

Dr. Ward looked down at his appointment book for a moment. "How about Tuesday at three instead? Or would you prefer to keep the Thursday as well?"

This time I met George's eyes before I spoke. "We'll take both."

Dr. Ward smiled and scribbled in his book. "Excellent. With each session I'll be able to take you both deeper. Also, from now on I don't want you to having any sex. You can masturbate, but you'd better damn well be imagining me fucking you while you're at it, understand?"

We agreed and shuffled stiffly out of his office in our soreness. George and I didn't talk on the car ride home. Or even look at each other for that matter. We both just stared out the windshield, lost in our thoughts. I was thinking about how long it would be before Tuesday came, and from the looks of George he was probably thinking the same thing.

-The End-

Author's Note:

This one started out as one of my Deirdre tribute stories, but then I just couldn't resist fleshing it out a bit instead.



Gift



Full credit this time has to go to Marina Pearson, with only a short ending on my part of this flash story. 

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2 years ago. 

"How could you have done this to me, to us? Who are you and who did I marry?" 

With tears in his eyes, my husband shouted and screamed these questions at me on the day he found out that I'd had an affair. All the while, I stood there shaking, in shock, not knowing what to say that would make what I had done right. 

I was a cheater. 

Looking back, I realize that nothing in that moment would have given him the solace and comfort that he was looking for - or that I was looking for. His love and care for me transformed into pure disdain and hate for the monster I had become in his eyes. 

The question that came up repeatedly, to both he and I was: Why? Why did I cheat on him? Why would I do such a thing to a man who was caring, funny and generous? It wasn't like he beat me up or anything like that. 

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12 months ago. 

His sister was in my face on the courthouse steps. Her tone and finger in my face made it obvious his sibling did not appreciate or understand what I had said to my now Ex-husband in court. 

"How wonderful that my brother gave you the 'gift' of a chance to find true happiness within yourself." She said as her spittle fell just inches from my nose. "I wonder how he enjoys the 'gift' that you gave him. You know a wonderful present of the inability to ever fully trust someone ever again. But the most important thing is that you're happy." 

I backed away from her as onlookers stared at us. I never considered that maybe he still wakes up with nightmares about this situation, I know a year later I still do. 

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Present Day. 

The breeze on my face felt good. The water was almost mirror calm, with just some small ripples as seagulls dived and dipped into the water. 

If you are reading my thoughts right and judging me, I understand - that's human nature. And believe me, no one has judged me more harshly than I have, even now. Although it all turned out for the best, I wouldn't go down that road again - although, at the same time, I now completely understand why women cheat. Unfortunately, my (ex)-husband now understands this, too. 

According to the 2012 UK Adultery survey, cheating women are more likely to stray in order to seek emotional fulfillment, enhanced self-esteem and romance. When women cheat will depend on how fulfilled they feel in their marriages. But according to the survey, wives who cheat will do so five years into their marriages whereas men will do so seven years in. 

After much soul-searching, I finally began to understand the factors that drove me to cheat: 

Chasing false happiness. 

Back then, I was still living with the illusive notion that happiness is something I could acquire from an external source, so I bought into the fantasy (one that I also see many of my clients buy into) that somewhere in the world a magical one-dimensional man exists for no other purpose than to bring ME happiness. I believed that because I wasn't happy in my marriage with my ex-husband, that someone else could dish happiness up on a silver platter for me. Surely someone else could, right? But, of course, this is simply not true, and never will be. In fact, the whole ordeal of the affair stressed me out and exposed me to more confusion and unhappiness. 

Lesson learned: Being part of the cheating wives' club, I understand now that running away from myself was not the answer and that I am responsible for my own happiness and fulfillment. My happiness is no one else's responsibility - not my spouse's, not some lover's-but mine! 

Sneaking around instead of speaking up. 

I honestly believed that I was a bad person for no longer feeling attracted to my ex-husband. So as not to hurt him, I kept quiet as that waning desire continued to fizzle away. I just couldn't find the words to tell him that I no longer found him sexually attractive. Instead of communicating honestly with him about my feelings, I ended up truly being a "bad person" when I cheated (while I also hoped he wouldn't find out about either). Deep underneath this pattern of guilt-leading-to-silence was a belief that I was not worthy of someone loving me as much as my ex husband did. 

Lesson learned: What I now realize is that our beliefs and how we see ourselves can lead us to do some very crazy things. Belief systems are a powerful catalysts for behavior. By working on myself, I was able to finally overcome this pattern. 

Remaining stuck in an immature mindset. I realize now that I lacked the maturity and the life skills needed to properly face the problems my ex-husband and I were experiencing at the time. We would argue, get upset and as a result, our communication would break down and, as a result, so did our intimacy. I didn't know how to change that dynamic or manage my thoughts about those conflicts either. Any time we argued, I honestly believed that he didn't love me. So, I "acted out" to have my own back. 

Lesson learned: Keeping communication channels open is vitally important because by the time you sense communication has shut down, intimacy has usually already slid away from you. Before you know it, you are yearning for intimacy and connection deeply just no longer with your mate. I often hear that wives who cheat do so because of this very same communication breakdown in their existing relationship. They feel frustrated, no longer heard or misunderstood and they seek comfort, connection, and refuge in the arms of someone else. 

My need wasn't wrong, but my actions were. 

At the time I had my affair, passion in my relationship felt dead. I wanted my ex-husband to long for me, want me and care enough about me to woo me. But our relationship fell into a day-to-day routine, taking all the excitement out of it, and the passion died. I wanted to break free from that and thought the best way to do so was through a selfish act (having an affair). 

I now realize that looking for passion outside of my established relationship was a short-lived solution, and that's all it ever could be. Working on rekindling what my ex and I once had - which was a lot - would have probably been the better option. 

All of my reasons may sound like excuses and, you know what - my affair was a selfish act. I will be the first to admit it. I had options, choices, but when I put myself in the shoes of who I was at that time, I really felt then that an affair was the solution. 

My overall feeling now is that if you are a woman who is contemplating becoming part of the cheating wives club (or you are a woman who already has cheated), then I ask you to seriously contemplate what you hope to get out of it and what has turned you toward such an action. If you're chasing happiness, I'm here to tell you that happiness comes from within. No one else can create that happiness for you. 

Ultimately, I don't regret what I did, though I do deeply regret the hurt I caused. As a result of the affair, and then later, our divorce, my ex gave me the best gift you can give anyone - the opportunity, finally, to find my happiness within myself. 

As I stepped over the bridge railing and leapt into the empty air, that thought of happiness competed with the question of how long before I hit the water 550 feet below.



Gift Box



Author's note: All sex in this made-up story involves humans aged 18+ who do not expect what happens. It is not rape but what happens to this Loving Fiancé is not exactly consensual. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this entry in the Winter Holidays 2014 Contest, join the 1% and VOTE!





Gift Box



Oh shit, Grace thought, oh shit. There will be a lot of explaining to do.

The End? Of what?

Author's note: This fictional story by Hypoxia is copyright (c) 2014 and is VERY heavily indebted to a post by ender27 on the STORY IDEAS forum. My immense thanks, endy! No sequel is planned. You are invited to write your own follow-up. If you like this one, VOTE!



Gift Card



Carly walked over to the bed, showing Luke her lace bra. The cups were cut straight across the top, but very low, and just barely covered her stiff nipples.

"This is what I bought, with the gift card you sent me, lover."

He smiled, taking in the embroidered black panties that completed the set. She turned, to show him the ruffled black lace on the edges, which barely concealed her ass. She looked over her shoulder at him and stood there, quietly smiling, blushing. 

"Lay down, beautiful."

She stretched out alongside of him, as the rain outside pelted the windows. He moved in close, and kissed her slowly, teasing her with his tongue while he stroked his fingers along her jawline and through her hair. 

The kiss deepened and he moved his hands over her body, stroking the silk and lace. Soon his mouth moved along the edge of the lace bra. He murmured his distinct approval of her purchases, while brushing his thumbs over her nipples to keep them stiff. 

She squirmed underneath him as he kissed her stomach. 

"Take off the bra, please."

She lifted herself slightly to comply, and he renewed his attention to her lush curves, kissing and gently biting her nipples while she moaned softly and ran her fingertips through his hair and along the back of his neck. 

He stroked her pussy through the panties once, then looked up at her and said, "They're sexy, but what I want is underneath."

She lifted her hips while he pulled the delicate garment down. Outside a clap of thunder echoed in the distance.

She surrendered to his mouth, and he groaned in pleasure, licking and kissing her wet slit, while she moaned again, and shuddered with pleasure. 

"Yes, baby, that feels so good - it's been so long since the last time you and I were alone." 

He knew her so well, knew how to drive her excitement forward, how to lick her and how to hold his tongue so that she could grind herself against his face as she got close to a climax. He knew her every breath and gasp, and could tell from the way she cried out when she needed more, and could tell when she had finally tumbled over to the other side of the arc. 

He moved up to hold her as she regained her breath. He knew that their fun had only started, that she was able to orgasm many times when properly attended to.

After a few moments she rolled him over and growled her way down his chest, kissing and wanting to take small bites of him, wanting him in her mouth. 

She eagerly began licking him, then sucking him fully into her mouth, and then pulling away to exhale on him, making his cock twitch at the first puff of warm air on his damp skin. 

The reaction drove her crazy. She quickly slid up and pushed her wet slit down against his stiff member. Without letting him push inside of her, she ground her entire pussy against the length of his cock, feeing the hardness press against her lips and her hard, small clit. 

"Baby, your cock feels so good, I want it inside me" she suddenly gasped, unable to think about anything else.

"I'm going to do that now" he assured her, and they each moved their hips just slightly, and he was thrusting into her, feeling the hot wetness all around him and hearing her gasp in pleasure.

"Fuck, yeah, baby, that feels so good, fuck me."

She started riding him cowgirl, pressing her clit against him, grinding herself to another climax, telling him aloud how fucking good it felt, so fucking good to have him inside of her like this, and not caring if anyone might be able to overhear. His cock fit her perfectly - she worked her hips furiously against him to get what she needed and then collapsed, gasping.

He covered her gently while she lay there on top of him, his hard cock still buried deep inside of her. HE hadn't come yet. Oh no. He would pace himself for a while, to see how many times he could make her come. She knew this, and it liberated her to take control, to tell him exactly what to do so that she could get as many climaxes from him as she could, whenever they were intimate. 

She tucked her feet under his ass, pulling him slightly deeper into her pussy. 

"I love having your fucking cock inside me" she whispered in his ear. 

He let her rest briefly, and then told her to get on her hands and knees. They had shared several pictures back and forth of a woman being fucked doggie style while she sucked another man's cock. Both of them were thinking about that fantasy while he stroked in and out of her, his hands on her shoulders. Unable to control herself, she started pushing against him more rapidly, wanting to climax again. 

"Lay down" he said in her ear. 

While he put a condom she slipped her right hand under her stomach. Her pussy was dripping wet - she moved her fingers in rapid tight circles against her clit, and was close to getting off again when he put his cock between her legs. 

She guided him in and they fucked, and she was shouting in pleasure, clawing at the blanket beneath her. Suddenly she had the urge to turn over, to lie underneath him while he rocked in and out of her core.

"Can I turn over?" she begged.

"Yes, I want to watch your face" he replied.

She quickly moved and let him enter her again, and she wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper. 

He watched her face, but the ecstasy made her unable to open her eyes. 

She could hear herself screaming "yes, yes, oh please, keep fucking me just like this, I want you to come in me, just like this." 

Her hands clutched his arms and shoulders, and she held him as tightly as she could with her legs. The lighting ouside flashed and showed him her face as she lay beneath him, eyes closed, head tipped back. 

He exhaled sharply, and then finally climaxed, buried deep inside her.

After a while she released him from the "confinement" of her arms and legs. He covered her gently, and then rested on his back, and soon she rolled over and put her head on his shoulder.

They talked softly and kissed for a few minutes, while they recovered. 

She couldn't help it, she wanted him again. She could never keep her hands off of him, and vice versa, when they were alone. 

She began stroking the hair on his chest with her fingertips, unable to stop her hand from going farther and farther down. 

He spoke to her, in that tone that he used when he wanted to let her know how sexy she was.

"Yes, go ahead, put your hand down there, see what happens." It was a challenge and a request all at once.

Without hesitation she wrapped her fingertips around his already stiff member and felt it getting harder. 

She knew she didn't have much time. She had somewhere she needed to be in less than an hour. She looked at him, and said "Can we?"

He quickly put on another condom, and his cowgirl straddled him. 

"You're going to bring me a friend, right?" she gasped, returning to their fantasy. "He's going to lick my pussy and then I'm going to suck his cock while you fuck me, right?" He talked back to her, while she painted the fantasy with gasped words, rapidly fucking him. 

He watched her breasts bounce and watched the lightning illuminate her entire body as she ground herself eagerly against him again. Her back arched and she stiffened, shuddering hard and gasping, "oh, OH" again and yet again.

All too soon their stolen time was over, and she needed to leave. He helped her get ready to go, and then she slipped away to return to where she "should" be, still wet and wishing for more time to fuck him again.



Gift Cards



Flo and I have been together for nine years, the last seven as husband and wife. Flo is a beautiful blonde, six feet tall and 135 pounds. She has been the love of my life since the instant I laid eyes on her in college. Neither of us had much sexual experience before we met but we learned how to give a great deal of pleasure to each other over the years.

The event that I am writing about had its genesis five years ago. At that time Flo and I were saving every penny we could get our hands on to buy a house. That year I told Flo that we would not be able to buy Christmas gifts for each other. On previous Christmases we were very extravagant in our gift giving, so Flo was very disappointed, not because she wanted things, but because she really enjoyed giving me gifts. I also enjoyed giving her gifts. We kept reminding ourselves that our new house would be our gift. 

Then one evening, just before Christmas, Flo was waiting for me at the door as I came home from work. She said that she got an idea, from a TV show she had watched that afternoon, on how we could give each other Christmas gifts without spending money. The idea was very simple. We would each write on individual cards 52 things we would do for our mate, like give a massage, or do a project around the house of you spouse's choosing, etc. Then we would put the gift cards in envelopes and place them in a box. We would then exchange the boxes on Christmas day. After that, once each week, starting in the new year, we would each draw out one envelope and whatever was on that card was our gift for that week. This would allow us to give each other a gift on Christmas that would last all year and wouldn't cost us anything. 

At first I wasn't as excited about the idea as Flo was, but it was something that would make her happy if I went along with it. I thought it would be easy to knock off 52 gift ideas so that night I sat down with a stack of 3x5 cards and started. Three days later, on Christmas Eve I finished the last of the cards. I came up with the easy ones to think of, like giving her a foot massage or back rub, the first day. It helped when I decided that I didn't need 52 different gift ideas, that gifts like massages were good presents any time of year so I put a lot of those in. But I also put in things like: planting a flower garden, washing and waxing her car, cooking dinner for a week, cleaning up the kitchen for a week, doing the laundry, and so on. Every time I though of something original I could give her it made me feel good. I was beginning to like this idea more all of the time.

On Christmas day we exchanged our boxes and I realized that I had missed the boat a little. I had put Flo's envelopes in a shoebox and wrapped it in gift-wrap. Flo had found and old toy treasure chest at garage sale and had cleaned it up and painted it and put my envelopes inside. Flo didn't seem to mind that I didn't put much thought into the package but I felt bad. I should have done better. 

Afterward we discussed how we should exchange our weekly gifts. We decided that we would each draw an envelope on Friday evening after dinner or before bed if we had been out for the evening. It would then be decided when the gift was to be delivered. One-day projects done on the weekend, gifts like massages would be given at the recipient's request. Gifts of a week in duration (like my cooking for a week) were to begin on Sunday and end the following Saturday. Then we started another Christmas tradition. We made love under the Christmas tree. It was slow and tender and for the first time Flo actually let my cock slip inside her mouth. It was only for a brief moment but it was great. Flo had kissed my cock before and she seemed to enjoy it when I performed oral sex on her but she would never admit it. I think she still though that oral sex was dirty and she wasn't supposed to like it. But I think she was slowly coming around. 

As we started our gift drawings in January it became apparent to us that we would have to make a few adjustments in our plans. The first gift that Flo drew from the box was to have me plant a flower garden. As it was the first week in January, I couldn't plant the garden then, so we decided that if for some reason a gift could not be delivered during the week it was drawn the recipient would hold the gift card and collect it as soon as feasible. We made more adjustments as we went along. I found myself looking forward to Friday evenings when I got to draw for my gift. 

That year was quite eventful for us. In April we moved into our new house, In June I got a promotion at work, which put me in a much higher salary grade and Flo having finished her masters program at the university got a teaching position that September. So as that Christmas approached we were in a much better financial position than the year before and would be able to buy Christmas gifts for each other again so we would no longer need the weekly gift box.

I had a great time buying gifts for Flo that year. I bought her CDs she had wanted, clothes, some ski equipment and I even bought her some sexy lingerie. About a week before Christmas I saw an antique cookie tin from the late 1800s. I bought it for Flo with the idea that she would use it to decorate the house. When I got home with the tin the idea struck me to give it to her full of gift envelopes. I got my 3x5 cards again and started writing gift cards. This time it was easier to come up with ideas. Our experience over that last year helped and having money so that I could include gifts like a romantic weekend for two at the coast, or dinner out at the restaurant of her choice, and I threw in one that said Flo could send me to the store of her choice to buy her some sexy lingerie. 

From the number of gifts under the tree it was obvious that we had overdone things that year, but as we exchanged gifts on Christmas morning I couldn't wait for Flo to open my cookie tin. I don't know why, but I was more excited about giving her the tin full of weekly gifts than I was about any of the other gifts I bought. I had managed to keep Flo from opening the cookie tin till last. We she saw the old tin she loved it. Then when she opened it and saw the gift cards inside she started laughing and tears were also running down her cheeks. Then she looked at me and said, "I love you" as she pushed the last package under the tree over to me. Imagine my shock when I opened the package to find that same toy treasure chest filled with gift cards.

All at once the only gifts of any importance under that tree were the last two. We were both laughing and crying. And soon we were naked under the tree. During this session we spent a good ten minutes giving each other oral pleasure. 

Later as we sat on the floor still naked and still in the glow of our passion we discussed our weekly gifts again. We decided that this year any gift card you drew from your box could be held until you wished to collect. 

As the year went on I found that Flo had really opened up more with the gifts she gave me. Several of her gifts were sexual in nature. She had cards like I'll have sex with you in the kitchen, or we will have sex on the stairway. She even had one that said that she would have sex in the back seat of the car. When I drew these cards Flo indicated that she didn't want to talk about them. She asked that when I wanted to collect that I just show her the card. At first I thought that this meant that her heart wouldn't really be in this but I was wrong. She may not have wanted to discuss the gifts before hand but she sure enjoyed delivering them. 

The most exciting gift she put in the box that year was a card that said that she would have sex with me as often and wherever I wanted for a whole weekend. I saved that one till she wanted to collect on the romantic weekend at the coast. When I told her I wanted the weekend of sex during our weekend at the coast she handed me her card for the sexy lingerie and a card for dinner at the restaurant of her choice. Combining all of these gifts into one weekend made for an extremely enjoyable getaway.

Needless to say we enjoyed our weekly gifts and our sex life kept getting hotter. As we began preparing for that next Christmas we both knew that we would be having weekly gift boxes again. So this time we discussed them ahead of time. I suggested that we both put more sexually explicit gifts in the boxes this year and Flo agreed. But she said that from now on when we draw our gift we don't show each other what we drew. That way we don't know what we have to do until our mate comes to collect their gift. I agreed. 

A couple of days later I was taking the trash out and as I pulled the trash bag out of one wastebasket a crushed up 3x5 card fell on the ground. I picked up the card and opened it up and read "You chose the time and place and I will perform oral sex on you till you climax in my mouth." The last couple of words were blurred making it appear that Flo's pen ran out of ink. 

Later that evening I wrote a card for Flo that said, "I will perform oral sex on you until you have and orgasm. You pick the time and place." After I thought about that for a while I decided I liked that idea so much I put four more of the same gift in the box. My only worry about this was that Flo threw that oral sex card away because she changed her mind and not because her pen messed up the card. 

On Christmas eve as I was getting ready to wrap the cookie tin I counted the gift envelopes one last time and found that I only had 51. I had to come up with one more card. I thought about another oral sex card but decided that was lame. As I sat thinking about my beautiful wife and our time together and how much I loved her an idea started to come to me. I knew it had to be the right idea because I was getting very aroused just thinking about it. I sat down and began to write. I went through about 20 cards before I finally go this the way I wanted it. 

I wrote "Your gift is that I am giving you permission to have sex with a man of your choosing, only you can't choose me. This will be carried out in the form of a game. This game begins as soon as you read this card and ends New Years Eve at midnight. The goal of the game is for you to decide on an objective, determine a strategy to go after that objective and to successfully accomplish the objective in the time you have between receiving this card and the end of the year. Given that you can only get this card through a weekly random drawing you could end up with anywhere from 12 months to one week to accomplish you objective. 

Now for the rules: 1. Anyone you chose as the objective is acceptable as long as they meet the following criteria:

The objective you chose: -Must not live in our neighborhood -Must not get us into legal difficulties -All activities toward achievement of your objective must be performed   within 20 miles of home -You must be able to prove that you successfully completed your objective

2. You cannot discuss this game or your objective with anyone 3. Once you accept the challenge you cannot quit the game 4. My objective in this game is to prevent you from achieving your goal.

Your advantage in this game is that I will not know when you draw this card. You need to use this element of the game to your best advantage. You will have only one chance to back out of this game and that is the day you get this card. 

The Prize If you win you will be able to choose one prize. That prize is anything you want it to be as long as it is within my power to give it to you.

However, if you lose you will have to enter five (5) amateur stripping contests over a three month period. I will choose the time and place of these contests.

Flo, I love you very much and I want you to know that no matter what you choose as an objective, and whether or not you are successful in achieving your goal I will still love you and will forgive you for anything you do while attempting to win this game. Remember, if you lose this game you will face humiliation in the form of stripping contests. So you should make sure your objective would be exciting to you and cause some humiliation for me if you are successful. I look forward to the challenge.

As I sealed the card in its envelope I began to worry that Flo not only wouldn't play the game but she might be very angry that I even suggested it. I dropped the envelope in the cookie tin and wrapped it in gift-wrap. 

On Christmas day when we exchanged gifts I told Flo that this year as soon as she drew an envelope from the tin she would have to open it and write the date on the back of the card. I said the reason for this would become apparent later.

The new year started off nicely. It was just the eight of January and when I walked in the house after work. Flo was in the kitchen and she had just put dinner in the oven. Flo must have arrived home just before me because she hadn't change out of the dress she wore to work yet. Flo looked at me with a strange look in her eye and said come in here a minute and headed back to our bedroom. When I came into the room she was pulling back the bedspread. Then she looked at me and blushed a little and said, I've been thinking about this all day and she handed me one of the two gift cards she had received so far this year. This card was for oral sex. As I looked up at Flo she was removing her pantyhose. As soon as she had them off she climbed up on the bed. 

I went over to the bed and kissed Flo then I lifted her dress up above her hips and removed her panties. I lay down on the bed between her legs and put her legs over my shoulders and pushed myself forward until I was close enough to kiss here pussy lips. Flo responded immediately lifting her hips to push her pussy against my mouth. As soon as my tongue separated her labia her juices started running. I licked and sucked that delicious pussy for ten minutes then Flo had a shuttering orgasm. She squeezed my head so tight with her legs I thought I might suffocate. After she cam down from her orgasm she kissed me, tasting her own juices, and thanked me for the great gift.

As Flo fixed herself up and went back to the kitchen I went to my study and got out my gift list and marked off one of the oral sex gifts. That left four of them. She only had received two gifts and I now knew one of them. I didn't really think she had the game card yet, but I couldn't be sure.

That Friday night I got a blowjob card from Flo. I decided to save it for a while. 

Over the next few months things at work turned sour. We got a new boss who for some reason took an immediate dislike to me. I think the problem was that he was younger than me and didn't fully understand our operation. I was the senior man in the department everyone came to me with there problems and when Jason, the new boss, told anyone what to do they always came to check it with me. Jason started trying to discredit me and make me look foolish every chance he got. I began hearing roomers that Jason was going to have me moved back down to a lower level job and bring someone else in to replace me as the senior. I didn't know if that was true but I was trying not to do anything at work to antagonize him and give him a reason to push me out.

While this was going on, every night when I got home I complained about work to Flo. She would try to calm me down and keep things in perspective. After all it was only roomers. One night Flo said you really need something to relieve some of this stress. I responded with your right and got out my gift card for a blowjob. This was a big occasion. Up till that time Flo would only suck my cock while we were making love and she had never tried to make me cum let alone shoot a load in her mouth so I didn't know what to expect. 

We went into the bedroom and I removed my pants and lay on the bed. Flo pulled my boxer shorts off and gently began kissing and licking my cock. As it began to grow she sucked it into her mouth all the way to the root. Over the last two years Flo had improved her technique considerably. I lasted only ten minutes before I exploded in her mouth. I could tell she didn't know what to expect and now she didn't know what to do with all my semen. Some of it was running down her chin. She looked at me and tried to smile but more came out of her mouth, and then she surprised me by swallowing all that was in her mouth. She looked at me and asked if there was always that much then she went back down and began cleaning my cock off with her mouth and tongue. 

Over the next few months things at work stabilized. Jason and I more or less came to a truce. He realized he needed me to get his job done right and I needed my job. He lightened up on me but he still tried to make me look bad whenever he could. I learned to live with it.

It was now May and Flo had drawn 14 of her gift cards and use 11 of them including two more oral sex sessions. So I had accounted for 11 gifts so far. I had seen nothing in Flo's behavior that would indicate that she had received the game card yet. 

Another two weeks passed and on Friday night that week, as was the monthly custom among the guys I work with, we planed to stop for a drink after work. On these occasions our wives or girlfriends would meet us at the bar and then we could go out to dinner or whatever from there. On this Friday night Flo joined us at the bar. Unexpectedly Jason showed up that night with his wife. He made his rounds introducing his wife to everyone. When he got to me he made a comment to his wife that I was his problem child. Then as he left the table he said take it easy on the drinking this weekend; I need you awake next week.

I wanted to jump up and hit him and after he left Flo said, "What a complete asshole."

That made me feel better.

On the way home Flo asked me if Jason always acted that way toward me. I said not always but a great deal of the time. Then she said, "You should quit." 

I said that I had thought about it, and the conversation ended there.

The following Friday after we exchanged gift cards as usual, after Flo dated her card she slipped off to her study to look at the card. The rest of the evening Flo was very silent, and all day Saturday too. But Saturday evening we made love and Flo seemed to be exceptionally turned on even before we got started. My conclusion was that she had received the game card and had decided to accept the challenge. 

I knew then that starting the next day I was going to have to start watching Flo very carefully if I was going to stop her from attaining her objective. 

Over the next several weeks I witnessed nothing unusual in Flo's behavior. She didn't go out at night by herself, there were no strange phone calls in or out and when we were out together I didn't catch her looking at or talking to other men. As a matter of fact it wasn't till September that Flo did anything that I would consider even slightly suspicious. She was a couple of hours late coming home from work one night and she was carrying a couple of shopping bags when she came into the house. Usually when Flo shopped she would show me what she bought but this time she went straight upstairs. Later that evening after Flo had fallen asleep I looked in her closet to see if I could find what she had bought but I found nothing. The next day I was able to get home from work before Flo so I search the upstairs for those shopping bags. I was about ready to give up when I looked in a small cubbyhole in the attic and found the two bags. When I pulled the bags out I found one of them was from Victoria's Secret and contained a very sexy black satin bra and panty set and to my amazement the other bag contained a red wig. The wig looked to be high quality but I had never known Flo to wear a wig, so this puzzled me a great deal. I carefully put the items back where I found them and went back downstairs. I decided that not letting Flo find out that I knew about the lingerie and the wig was to my advantage. The fact that she had hidden them told me that they had to be part of her strategy for the game. 




Gift Cards



It became part of my daily routine to check on the two bags in the attic to make sure they were still there. I would also check on them anytime Flo left the house when I was home. 

As hard as I tried to discover what Flo was up too I could not. It was the end of October and nothing at all had happened. Then on Halloween day as I was coming back into my office after getting another ass chewing from that asshole Jason I saw the message light on my phone was blinking. It was a short one-line message from Flo. It said "Catch me if you can". I felt a little panic set in. My legs got weak and my stomach began to do flips. I started regretting this great idea of mine. I closed up my desk and headed home as fast as I could but when I got there Flo was gone. I ran up to the attic and was surprised and temporarily relieved to find the two shopping bags were still where they had been for the last month and a half. I guessed then that Flo didn't expect me to be able to get home before her when she left her message so I took the two bags and hid them. Then I went downstairs to wait for her to get home. I figured her whole plan would be blown when she couldn't find the wig or the lingerie where she had left it. I must admit I was feeling smug.

After about a half hour the phone rang. It was June, the wife of one of my friends at work. She said she called to ask what Flo was going to wear to the Halloween Party tonight. I asked "What Halloween Party?" and June said the one at Gary Carlson's house. Gary is our company president. 

I was in a panic. The company president was having a party and I wasn't invited. Could this be the work of Jason? I said to June, "I don't know anything about a party tonight, Flo and I received no invitation." 

June said "Stop kidding around. Flo and I have been talking about this party for the last two weeks. She just wouldn't tell me what she was going to wear." 

I told June, "I don't know where Flo is right now but I'll have her call you if we have time before we have to leave for the party." Then I hung up the phone. My mind started racing. Had Flo planned on going to this party without me? And was that so she could achieve her objective and win the game. Then it occurred to me that if she was planning on going to the party without me, she was probably not going to come home first. She wouldn't want me to see her getting ready for a Halloween Party that I didn't know about. That might have made me suspicious. Then it hit me that she either knew that I had found the wig and lingerie or they were a decoy all along. I began to panic again. Within the next half hour I was going to have to find a costume to wear to the party and get over there before Flo could execute any plans she had. As I ran around the house trying to come up with an idea for a costume I figured out who Flo's target was, Gary, the company president and the host of tonight's party. Gary was divorced, and I had seen him flirting with Flo at other social gatherings. I guessed that she knew it would be easy to get him into a bed in his own house. I was getting desperate. I had to find a costume soon or I wouldn't get to the party in time to stop Flo. I was beginning to feel that all was lost. 

I wandered around the house still looking for a costume but not really thinking about it. My mind was concentrating on the idea of Flo making love to Gary. I had a mental image of her sucking his cock. Something that took me years to get her to do for me she would do to him that night. I could almost feel the heat inside her pussy as I imagined Gary pushing his cock deep inside her and I could almost hear her moans, as he would bring her to orgasm. As I continued to think about Flo having sex with Gary I became aware that I was being aroused by the images in my head. Suddenly all I wanted was to be there to see it happen if at all possible. That brought me back to my original problem. What could I wear? As I look in my closet again I saw the bag with the red wig in it tucked in the corner where I had hidden it. I decide it was the only way I could go and not be recognized. 

I took a quick shower and gave myself as close a shave as I could. I wasn't about to shave my legs so I put on one of Flo's sweat suits. I had to wear my own athletic shoes but once I put the wig on the effect was amazing. I almost didn't recognize myself. I put on some of Flo's make up to hid my whisker shadows a little better and then I put on a pair of Flo's sun glasses. I wouldn't say I made a beautiful woman but I could probably pass at a party full of drunks and at least no one would recognize me. As I looked at my self in the mirror I knew something was missing. It finally hit me. No boobs. I found one of Flo's bras in her dresser and stuffed it with socks. That didn't work at all. My boobs looked like lumpy mashed potatoes. I found a couple of balloons in my junk drawer and blew them up to be as close as possible to the same size. The effect of the balloons was perfect. I now looked like a woman. Don't get me wrong, I didn't enjoy dressing as a woman but I needed a costume that would keep me from being recognized and this one would do very nicely.

Luckily the car was in the garage so I didn't have to risk being seen by neighbors as I got into my car. The drive to Gary's house only took twenty minutes but it seemed like an eternity. When I rang the doorbell a women in a French maids outfit answered the door. I couldn't tell if she was a guest or an employee of the caterer. She invited me in and I thanked her in a whisper and said that I had laryngitis. As I entered the house I noticed that many of the guests had very elaborate costumes on. There were space aliens, vampires, cowboys and Indians. As I headed for the bar to get a drink to steady my nerves I noticed that several of the guests were starring at me. At first I thought that they must have recognized me but then I it struck me that they just thought I was a woman who chose to dress in sweats and sunglasses. They didn't know just how good my costume was. 

When I got to the bar I quickly downed a gin and tonic and got a second. As I sipped on the second drink I began looking for Flo. The problem was that with the great costumes everyone was wearing I couldn't tell which freak, alien, or strumpet was Flo or if she was even at the party. When I couldn't find Flo I started looking for Gary. I was having no better luck spotting him until the 'French Maid' approached someone dressed like The Long Ranger and said "Mr. Carlson, we are out of the Merlot. Do you have any more?" After that I watched every move Gary made. It wasn't until an hour later that Gary seemed to take a special interest in any of his guests. The person was dressed as a gangster with a black pinstriped double breasted suit and carrying a violin case. I could tell that it was a woman by the rise of her chest indicating a very nice sized breast under the suit jacket and I could also see a little blonde hair sticking out from under the black wig the person was wearing. Although I couldn't recognize the face with all the make up and she was wearing sun glasses the body size was right. I had found Flo. I decided to have some fun so I walked over to say hello to Gary and to watch Flo's expression to see if she would recognize me. When Gary said hello to me I did my laryngitis imitation and neither of them seem to have any idea who I was. Gary asked me for a hint as to my identity. I told him he would have to wait till later, then I wandered off to the bar.

After that I kept an eye on the two of them. Around 10:30 Gary and Flo started upstairs. Gary took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching them then they disappeared up the stairs. I waited a minute then followed them. When I got to the top of the stairs Gary and Flo were nowhere in sight. I found myself looking down a hallway that had two doors off each side of the hall and one at the end of the hall. As I walked along the hallway I listened at each door for voices. At the second door I heard someone inside. I decided to just walk in and act like I was lost. When I swung the door open I was looking into the guest bathroom and there was a young lady sitting on the toilet relieving herself. I said "Oh! I'm sorry in my hoarse whisper." She said, "No problem I'm done here anyway." Then she stood up giving me a three second view of her hairless pussy as she pulled up her panties.

As she past me she said "It's all yours honey."

I closed the door after her and waited till I heard her reach the stairs they I went back into the hall. At the next door I wasn't sure if I was hearing something or not so I slowly opened the door. I found myself looking into the master bedroom and there on the bed was Gary and his gangster. Gary was opening her blouse with one hand while he had the other hand in her pants. When he heard me enter the room he quickly looked over his shoulder at me then went back to what he was doing. Gary ignored my presence in the room and got up and removed his pants and jockey shorts then he got onto the bed began rubbing his cock on Flo's mouth. When she opened her mouth to accept his cock Gary started working on removing Flo's pants. As I watched this I could feel my cock getting extremely hard. I was going to have a hard time passing as a woman the rest of the evening. When Gary finally began working Flo's pants and panties down her legs the first thing I noticed was that Flow had shaved most of her pubic hair off. This bothered me because she knew I like her hair and I had told her never to shave it off and she said she never would. The next shock to my system was when I saw the butterfly tattoo on her upper thigh. At first I couldn't believe Flo would do that, but then I realized that she didn't do it. This was not Flo. I stood there feeling stupid, horny, relieved, disappointed and confused but I was enjoying the scene as Gary and his gangster gave each other what appeared to be very pleasurable oral sex. I was frozen to the spot I was standing in until I heard Gary's voice. At first I didn't hear what he said so I had to ask him to repeat himself and I almost forgot to disguise my voice. Gary repeated "Why don't you strip out of those sweats and bring that lovely body over here and share it with us."

I almost choked. I turned quickly and left the room. I was afraid that Gary might follow me into the hall so I quickly slipped into the bedroom across the hall and hid behind a tri fold screen in the corner. I sat there trying to decide what to do next. Should I go back down stairs and look for Flo or just leave. After all I couldn't even be sure that she had come to the party. Anyway, I knew that if she wasn't with Gary she wouldn't be fucking anyone here. Everyone in the office knew that Gary wasn't above slipping away for a little sex action at one of his parties but he would not tolerate that behavior from others. I heard that a few years ago he caught a couple getting it on in one of the bedrooms and he fired the guy. 

It was this thought I had in my mind when I heard the door open and could see two shadowy figures moving around the room. When they closed the door I couldn't see anything. I heard them bump into the bed then there was some giggling. They turned on the bedside light on its lowest setting. It provided me with just enough light for me to see them on the bed but I couldn't make out who they were. For the first few minutes all they did was kiss then they both started pulling their clothes off as fast as they could. Once they were both naked the young lady went down on the man's cock and I could almost feel how good it must have felt to him. While she was sucking his cock he reach over to the light and turned it to a brighter setting. When he did this I could see that it was that asshole Jason. I remember thinking how unfair it was for that jerk to be getting a good blowjob. The light also made it possible to see the back of the girl's head. She had long dark hair. I couldn't tell if it was black or brunette. In spite of the fact that this was Jason getting the blowjob I was very aroused watching it. After a short time Jason told her to stop then he got between her legs and started eating her pussy. I was watching him eat her so intently that I wasn't sure when I became aware of the fact that she had a nice full bush of pubic hair. Just the way I like it. But more important than that was the fact that her pussy hair was very light color almost blonde not black or brunette. 

While I was mulling this over the girl began moaning indicating the beginning of her orgasm. It was at that point that I knew that is was Flo that was being eaten by Jason. I couldn't believe that she would have chosen him of all people. The person I dislike the most is the guy she chose to fuck. I was feeling both angry and excited so I just kept watching. When Flo's orgasm ended Jason got on top of her and slipped his cock into her and began stroking in and out at a nice slow pace just the way Flo likes it. At that point I couldn't take it any longer so I slipped out from behind the screen and went and stood next to the bed. I watched as Jason enjoyed my wife's beautiful pussy and as he pawed her firm breasts. As I was standing there Flo opened her eyes and looked at me. I could tell that she didn't recognize me but it didn't seem to bother her that I was there either. When Jason notice me he just said "Hi babe. You will just have to wait your turn to get some of my big cock. 

This is where I got my biggest surprise of the evening. As Flo was approaching her orgasm instead of her usual soft moaning she began screaming out loud "I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck me with that big cock. Make me cum good. Oh God, fuck me."

Jason was almost as startled as I was but he just started fucking Flo harder and faster and I could tell he was approaching his orgasm and at that point he could care less about what was happening around him. Which was really to bad because as he yelled out "I'm coming. I am putting my load inside your cunt you bitch." As Jason was whispering these sweet nothings to Flo at full volume, the bedroom door opened and in walked Gary Carlson. 

Gary yelled out "What the hell is going on in here. What the fuck do you people think you are doing? This is my home and you are treating it like a cheap fucking motel room."

As Gary continued his rant Flo scrambled off the bed and was quickly putting her clothes on and Jason was frozen with fear. He couldn't have moved if his life depended on it. As Gary's immediate flash of angry began to subside he recognized Jason and began getting angry again this time concentrating on Jason. As Gary went on I took Flo by the arm and guided her out of the room and downstairs. When I got her outside I asked her where her car was and guided her over to it. I got in the car beside her and asked her if she was all right. I figured after a scene like that she would be very shaken. When I looked at her she was laughing. Then she looked at me and said, "Do you know me?"

I said, "No, should I?"

She said, "I don't know. I don't think I know you so I wasn't sure if you knew me or not. Anyway I want to thank you for getting me out of there before anyone in the house discovered who I was. What can I do to show my appreciation?"

I said, "Well there is one thing you can do for me." With that I lifted my ass off the seat and pulled the sweat pants and my shorts down and said in my own voice "You could suck my cock they way you were sucking Jason's."

Flo looked at me in shock. I could tell she was still confused. She really believed that I was a woman then out pops a cock and a man's voice that sounds familiar. Finally I had to pull the wig off. Then Flo said, "Oh my God it's you. I would never have guessed. And that's the wig I bought I should have recognized it right away. Then she laughed and bent over and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me till I couldn't hold back any longer and she took the whole load in her mouth. After that I suggested that we head home for some real lovemaking. I got my car and we both drove home. 

When we got home I started kissing Flo and stripping her clothes off. As I started to remove her panties she said "Wait, I have to take a shower and clean myself out for you."

I said one question first. "Why did you chose Jason when you know how much I dislike him."

"I thought that using Jason served our purpose well. First I wanted to pick someone you wouldn't suspect right away which would make it easier for me to be successful. Second Jason had only met me once so I knew he wouldn't recognize me with a black wig on and third, I wanted you to benefit from this too. Do you think Jason will still have his job on Monday?"

At that moment I was more certain of Flo's love for me than ever before and I loved her more than ever. I pushed her down on the bed and pulled her panties off and dove face first into her pussy. As I licked and sucked on her pussy Flo had several orgasms. We finally feel asleep in the 69 position. 

The next morning June called Flo and said, "Where were you last night? You missed the wildest Halloween party ever. Jason Enwright brought some whore to the party with him and Gary caught them having sex in one of his bedrooms. Gary fired Jason on the spot. It was great. I don't think any one was sad to see Jason go. Well gotta go, I'll talk to you later."

Flo and I just laughed and went back to bed. 

Flo and I still give each gift cards every Christmas. Maybe I'll write again and tell you about the crazy gift card Flo gave me last year.