0 comments/ 22513 views/ 0 favorites Xmas '04 By: Beseaz Chapter 1 Today, it's your day!! Even it's your day, I am telling you that today I will be, once again, your Master for the time we will share... until I will give you the chance to go your way... if you desire... So now you see me sitting on the edge of the bed with a nice undie... nice to please you... And you are coming from the bathroom where you washed and changed into a sexy outfit... sexier, the better! I am inviting you now to sit down next to me so we can exchange some beautiful erotic juicy kisses... very precious time to feel our bodies warm and getting closer to each other... yes, the tension is getting high... the kisses juicier, and the heat is on... no doubt!! Now we can feel the erotic temperature is reaching a point for few more moves... and of course as a Master, I will guide you and tell you what to do... ... so Babe, now, let me lay down on the bed with my legs apart... to give you a picture of myself ready for you, for everything you can imagine doing with me, ready to take you the way you wish... but remember I am still in charge... So now that I am laying down on my back, I will ask you to stand up on the bed with your feet by my head, one on each side of my head, you will look at my feet... or at least at the direction of my feet... but knowing you, I can guess you will look at my dick... a dick that is getting harder by the second, it's really now straight erected so you can not miss it and I know by now you must be wet of excitement... and if you are, I can get even more excited... remember more excited you are, more I can be, and more I can give you and... I will!! Now that you are in the right position, I will ask you to bend your legs in order to go on your knees and of course I want you to almost sit your butt on my face... I know if you do it right, and you will have to of course, you will get comfortable on your knees with your butt a few inches from my face... So I can enjoy looking at the scenery... a nice butt, your ass ready for some pleasuring moves, even I can see your nice pussy, getting wet by the second... yes Babe, your pussy is quite wet now... and your ass with a smiling star is so close to me that I get even more excited and I can see you bending slowly towards my dick getting harder and harder... but I forget to tell you that you do not suppose to touch my hard dick now... just look... first... Because I am still looking at your inviting ass and your wet pussy... Chapter 2 So now that I really enjoyed the scenery and you being excited to make some moves... , it's time to make the first move... So Babe, why don't you bend forward and look after my dick... but no hands for now... just your mouth will do the work... why don't you kiss my dick now, maybe some licking and if you feel like it, I can invite you to suck it very nicely... So how do you feel by now... do you think you can get the full excitement without your hands... I know you want to grab my dick and rub it for top to bottom and up... for more excitement... maybe if you feel like using your hands, just tell me and I will tell you it's time to go forward... And by the way, I am still enjoying looking at your ass... and I really feel it's time to make another move... I can feel you ass is getting excited to be looked at and also to be looked after... and what can I do with your ass... you told me many times to bite your ass, I even can remember you telling me to fuck your ass... and I can remember I did fuck your ass with one finger, even two and I really felt you enjoyed it so much... that I feel strong to do it again... and even more... I even thought about it during so many nights that it's time for you to know... that I want to do more for you... Chapter 3 By now it's time for you to "be yourself" and do what ever you like to do the way you want with my dick... and I know you will start to look after so nicely with your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your fingers... a real treat... for you... but a real super treat for me... I really enjoy for you to look after me the way you do it... a treat!! So now you are busy with my dick, being in a position of a 69, I can still admire your butt and now let me do some erotic moves... I have to make sure you spread you legs wide enough to get the best view possible and also to give room for my fingers to do the walking and... the fucking... Just relax Babe and just let yourself go... yeah... you are doing so well... I can feel your ass getting loose and your pussy super wet... Yes Babe... I am going to do you... nicely... More to cummmmmmmmmmm... Xmas Comes Early It's the work's xmas night, I'm freckled and tanned from my holiday, my hair is blonder from the sunlight, he’s togged up to the nines and freshly shaven. We saw each other as soon as we came in, I saw him looking at me during the meal and I'm sure you caught me doing the same. We've had a few drinks, we can almost taste the tension, we try to flirt with other people as well to cover our tracks, but we can't resist a bit of dirty dancing together, I can feel him hard against me, he knows I'm wet and longing for him. He says he’s away to get some air, have a smoke, shortly after I head off supposedly to the loo, but meet him outside. We're round a corner of the building, it's dark, we can hear the party inside, they have no idea! It's cold and my nipples press against his chest, hard and erect, through the thin fabric of my top and it is only partly due to the cold, he knows how much I want him and he wants to be inside me, he’s imagining the beautiful warm sensation of sliding into me. He pushes me roughly against the wall, I can feel the roughcast against my back, I imagine the scratch marks there in the morning, I have my legs wrapped around him, his hard on is rubbing against my honeypot, barely covered by a tiny thong, his mouth is pressed hard against mine, our tongues desperately probing, wanting more. That's it he says, sod the rest of them, so we jump a taxi, back to the hotel I booked for the night. We take the lift, we're only half dressed by the time we get to the room, that earned us some odd stares in the corridor. I press him against the door, once we're in and rip off the rest of his clothes, taking a step back to admire the sight before me. There he stands with huge erection and eyes full of lust and I sink to my knees and take his glistening cock into my mouth, I hear the sigh escape from him and the tension leave his body as he yields to my touch, both his hands are in my hair. I start gently, slowly taking him deeper into my mouth, then I suck harder and harder, he’s loving it, almost coming, but he stops me and takes me over to the bed. He takes his time undressing me, paying attention to each part of my body as he uncovers it, kissing and biting my neck when he takes my top off, sucking each nipple when he removes my bra, licking my legs while taking off my hold-ups and finally the thong is off and the prize is found. At first he teases me, biting my thighs and by now I think I might explode, I'm begging him to lick me and as his tongue slides deep inside me I feel the first stirrings of my climax and as he licks my clitoris, in that way only he has ever got right, and explores me with his fingers, it hits me, washes over me in waves all the way to the ends of my toes, the tips of my fingers and the roots of my hair, he sees the pink patches appear on my neck as he pulls back. I'm not even aware of the animal noises I'm making and he wonders for a split second what the neighbours are thinking. And then he’s finally inside me, slowly and deeply he take me and I'm all his, he feels the pulsing of my climax as it finally subsides. He makes love to me, kissing me, thrusting deep inside of me, biting my neck, my hands on his bum pull him deeper into me, my legs wrap around him and he comes deep inside me, holding me very, very tight and whispering and moaning in my ear. We lie back in each other's arms resting, but we know there is more to come, because we have most of the night together and I checked in earlier with everything we could possibly need, to make it the perfect night and sleeping won't be any part of it..... Xmas Comes Early Part Two We're lying in this big beautiful bed, all tangled up together, sheets all over the place, covered in the smell, the taste, the sweat of our initial lovemaking and we have this big bathroom at our disposal as well. So we decide to go for a shower together, there is something very sensual about washing each other, it's so personal, intimate and more than anything else it's erotic. We're standing right beneath the shower, water running down our faces as we kiss and it's getting in our mouths, trickling down our bodies and all our sensations are heightened following our earlier love making. He’s soaping me up, playing with my nipples as he washes me, he turns me gently around and kisses my shoulders before lathering them with soap and continuing down my back, over my bum, a little squeeze as he moves onto one of my legs. Then he works back up the other leg and I know where the journey will end and I open my legs slightly in anticipation. As he soaps my honey-pot, the flesh parts willingly and he starts to finger me, oh it sends me and I'm in heaven again, already so sensitive that I come really quickly and he complains that I'm all clean and he’s still dirty...I start doing what he did to me, lathering him up, giving his bum a little bite on the way down, as I soap my way up his second leg he knows what's coming as I slide my hand between his legs and begin playing with his balls, gently squeezing, I stand again, press my body to his back and reach around him to take hold of his cock, I'm washing him, but I'm turning us both on in the process, I feel him stiffen noticeably to my touch, we want each other again so much and we can't wait. We grab the 2 big white fluffy towels and race back to that bed. We're on either side of the bed looking at each other across it, I drop my towel, his swiftly follows and he tells this wench to come here now. I come across the bed to him and we collapse together on the bed, kissing, exploring, caressing, he’s fingering me, my honey-pot and my ass and I know what he’s thinking of, after all it was me that strategically positioned the pulsatron and ky on the bedside table before I came out to the xmas party. He instructs me to get on my hands and knees and I feel his cock sliding inside me, it goes so deep when we do it like this, I'm groaning with the pleasure of it as I feel him putting the ky on my ass, he’s fingering me there, getting me ready, nearly making me come just like that. Then he slides his cock out of me, I imagine it glistening with my juices and I know he’s smearing it with ky and I feel the pulsatron replacing his cock in my pot, mmm, it's pulsating, rhythmic, he’s sliding it in and out of me. I feel his hands parting the cheeks of my bum, hear the primeval groan at the back of his throat as he contemplates entering me and then he is pushing into me, gently at first, it's so hot and tight for him, it's difficult at first, a little sore, he hears me gasp as the head of his cock enters me and then it's suddenly easier and he feels me press my bum against him, wanting all of him, wanting to be filled every which way and he slides right into me, filling my ass with the full length of his spectacular hard on. Neither of us are really in control now, we're rocking gently together, his hands on my hips, both acutely aware of the pulsing that I can feel in my pussy and he can feel right along the shaft of his cock, we start to move harder, faster now, he’s thrusting into me simultaneously with his cock and the vibrator...It's hurting, but it feels too good to stop and then we explode into a massive simultaneous orgasm, I feel the violent spasms as he comes inside my ass filling me with his hot cum and the contractions of my bum around him as I come only serve to intensify his orgasm and he’s saying my name over and over...When it's finally over, we lie wrapped up in each other's arms, too tired for another shower, well not quite yet... Xmas, First Time I Went All The Way Susan finally loses her virginity to her boyfriend Andy, on Christmas day. It was 1988 and I was a 19-year-old college freshman home from school for the Christmas holiday. My boyfriend, Andy, pressured me to have sex with him, before I went off the college that August for classes in September, and I almost did, but I wasn't ready. Even though I wanted to, it didn't feel right and I'd only be doing it for him. Funny, but I think if he was going in the military, if he was going off to war to fight with a chance of not coming home and never returning, I may have had sex with him. Only, the one thing that loomed over my head more than the lust I felt for him was, what if he made me pregnant? I didn't want to get pregnant. I'd ruin my chance of going to college. I was too young to have the responsibility of a husband and a child. My Mom already made that mistake. "Don't make the same mistake that I made, Susan," said my Mom, when I was an 18-year-old senior in high school going off to the prom. She gave me the same advice before heading off to college and her words stuck with me. "I won't, Mom." "Not that you were a mistake," she said taking my hand in hers. "I was so happy to have you but, once I became pregnant and married your father, that was the end of me going off to college and that was the end of me having a career. After I had you, my life was consumed by you and your father. There was no more time for me and I never got the chance to go anywhere but here and do anything but raise you and care for your Dad." "Don't worry, Mom. I'm still a virgin and just because I'm going off to college in September, I won't do anything stupid with Andy. The last thing that I want is for him to make me pregnant and ruin my chance at having a better life." Now that I remember back, I was filled with bittersweet emotions. Afraid to leave my small town, fearing what lay ahead, by the same token, I was afraid of Andy tying me down and keeping me here. I could have played it safe and had Andy impregnate me, get married and have a baby, but I was eager to get away and excited for the adventures that lay ahead of me. Besides, with all that I had to do before leaving for school, never having been away from home, I was preoccupied with packing my stuff and getting ready to go away for four years. For the first time, since I started dating Andy, my days were more about me than him. For the first time, since I started dating Andy, with all that I had to do, I didn't have time for him. For the first time, I truly understood what my mother meant, when she told me that, after she married my Dad and had me, she no longer had time for herself. It was then that I realized that Andy was smothering me. I was too wrapped up with him and his drama to see that, until now. The last thing that I wanted holding me back was Andy or any man and a baby, not that I was pregnant and not that I didn't want to have a baby, one day I would, no doubt, but not now and not yet. I was still a virgin, after all. College was my one chance to leave small town life behind and live big city life, even if only for four years. For the love of a man, I didn't want to be trapped here, as was my mother and her mother before her, when they gave up their chances to go to school and enlighten themselves. The flame of love they had back then, their reason they gave not to go to school and continue with their education, faded and extinguished finally, but education never does. Smoldering to an inferno, engulfing you with curiosity and knowledge, education continues to catch fire. They sacrificed who they were and what they could have been for the sake of marriage and to have children. Not that getting married and raising a family is a bad thing, but there's more to life than that. In time, once I complete my education, I may be more ready to settle down, but not now. If I returned here later, after I graduated college, I wanted it to be my decision and not my forced fate with Andy getting me pregnant and making me stay. Eventually, I'd end up hating him for doing that to me. It was a different world now and I was too young for marriage and children. I wanted to live. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to meet other people. The first one in the family going off to college, it was up to me to break the cycle and show my children my accomplishments for them to aim higher. Still, Andy was always there in the background pressuring me to stay and pressuring me to have intercourse with him. As if that was the only thing he cared about, sex, sometimes he made me feel more like a thing than a woman and a girlfriend. I knew he loved me, but I had enough on my mind without him pressuring me to have sex. Right now, going off to college was more important to me than having him groping and grunting, before cumming inside of me. "C'mon, Susan, why not? What's the big deal? It's only sex," he said pushing up my short skirt and running his hand up the outside of my thigh, before reaching up and feeling and cupping my ass with his big, strong hand. Just wanting to get the job done, sometimes he made me more feel like a car he worked on as a mechanic, instead of the woman he loved and desired. In the way that he groped me instead of feeling me, he was as romantic as if he was feeling a car's chassis for a loose connection, instead of feeling my body to make me hot and make me want him. Always revved and raring to go, he never took the time to start my engine. Fortunately, he did all the wrong moves to make me choose college over him. Had he been smoother and took his time with me, I would have melted in his arms and I never would have left this place behind choosing college over him. Then, when he moved his hand in front of me to cup my pussy, while fingering me through my panty, I couldn't help but feel that he was checking my oil, instead of trying to get me wet. A desperate man, not to be denied his pleasure for the sake of mine, groping wasn't the word, he was mauling me. As if with the turn of a key to start a car engine, he was already hot and overheating, while I was idling, still in park, and not yet ready to go. He thought by getting on top of me, as if he was pushing a stalled car, that he could jump start me. He had no clue. He started kissing me, really kissing me and, even though he was hurting me, he was getting me hot. Embarrassed to admit it, especially not yet having gone all the way with a man, I guess I liked it a little rough. Then, when he started feeling my breast with his other hand and fingering my nipple, while still fingering my pussy through my panty, I was so wet that I almost relented. His undeniable and relentless passion was unleashing mine. Even though he was rough, impatient, and not taking no for an answer, he knew everything he needed to do to make me fuck him, but I was staying strong. Going off to college to realize my dream and my destiny was more important to me than a clumsy roll in the backseat of a car with a guy that I'd probably forget about, one day. Even though I was sexually aroused, I was more excited by my future adventures away from here and away from him, than I was in the present moment for me to be caught up and tied down by having a quickie with Andy in the backseat of his car. We had just come from the movies and saw Rain Man with Tom Cruise and Dustin Hoffman, and I knew Andy was aroused from watching a naked Valeria Golino, playing Susanna, my namesake, on the big screen. "She's so sexy," he said. "I just love her accent." He's such a jerk sometimes. Women don't want to know that their boyfriends think other women are sexy. I just wanted to hit him in the balls. Modesty aside and truth be told, I was way prettier and hotter than Valeria Golino could ever be. He was just excited watching her having sex with Tom Cruise, no doubt, while imagining himself having sex like that with her, instead of with me. If he called me Susanna, I was going to sock him in the eye. As was our usual routine, since we both still lived at home with our parents, we went parking. With nothing else to do after the movies, except to go for an ice cream soda, making out was what we did on a Saturday night in a small town. Then, egged on by his favorite song coming on the radio, Guns N' Roses, Sweet Child of Mine, as if he was Axl Rose and I was a groupie, he was a madman of lustful desire. Guys are so dumb. They know so very little about woman. Had he taken me to see Working Girl with Harrison Ford, Melanie Griffith, and Sigourney Weaver or The Accidental Tourist with William Hurt, Geena Davis, and Kathleen Turner, instead of Rain Man, a compromise, since he wanted to see Die Hard with Bruce Willis, yuck, I may have been more in the mood for romance and more receptive to his moves. Had I seen the movie that I wanted to see, with romance fresh on my mind, I may have relented. I may have given in, had sex with him, and gone all the way. Never meant to be, I guess, with him helping me to make my decision, I should consider myself lucky. Fortunately for me, he didn't take me to the movie that I wanted to see or I'd be living life just like my Mom, no doubt, raising kids, instead of going off to college. The real turn off was him skipping by Tracy Chapman's Fast Car to blast Guns N' Roses' Sweet Child of Mine. Even Christmas music would have put me more in the mood to have sex with him, especially Nat King Cole's Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. I just love that song. Only, at the time, Christmas was still four months away. Guns N' Roses, especially after hearing it for the thousandth time, just gave me a headache. Every time he pulled up to my house to pick me up, he'd have Guns N' Roses blasting. I've grown to hate that band and that song, he played it so many times. Even now, years later, I can't listen to it without thinking about him constantly blasting that song. It makes my skin crawl to hear Axl Rose screaming. "No, Andy, stop. Even if I wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn't want my first time to be in the backseat of your car, while having to suffer through Guns N' Roses," I said looking at all the filth back there with Burger King trash and God only knows what else. "It smells back here. Don't you ever clean this car? There's grease all over the seat. Eww." "Oh, sorry, I had to pick up some parts from the junkyard," he said with a chuckle. "Gross. Now, I have grease on my leg and on my hand." "It's not that bad, Susan," he said wiping the grease from my hand and leg with a greasy rag he picked up off the floor. Then, as if picking up the mess in his bachelor's pad, he picked up some of his Burger King trash and chucked it out the car window. "C'mon, Susan, don't be like that. I want to know what it's like to go all the way with you. Please? I'll wash your car for a month. I'll walk your dog every day for a week. I'll wash your car and walk your dog." "No, Andy, stop," I said pushing his hands away from my panty and my tits. "It's too hot in here." It was a steamy day in early August and with him already fingering me, I was getting as hot inside as the temperature was outside. Suddenly, with him pushing my buttons, morphing from a teenage girl, as if becoming a woman overnight, I could feel the change in my body and I wanted him in the way that I had never wanted him before. Fortunately, the reality of my actions overruled my lust and I just couldn't go through with it. Not now and not yet and I was so glad I resisted the urge to just fuck him. Totally screwing things up, I knew having sex with him now would be a big mistake and something that I'd regret for the rest of my life, especially if I was to get pregnant. Living in a small town where everyone knows everyone's business, I wasn't on the pill. He could really mess up my life right now, if I gave in to a moment of passion. I'd be paying for that few minutes of clumsy pleasure for the next forty years of my life. Too high a price to pay, I wanted more and was willing to work for it and wait for it. "Susan, just relax," he said kissing me and trying to put his hand down my panties, again. "Andy! Stop! No!" I pushed him away again and fluffed down my skirt. "Gees, Susan. I'm so frigging horny. It's frustrating making out with you," he said sitting up with a scowl on his face. Too bad. He's such a big baby. A typical guy. Frustrating for him? What about me? Doesn't he think I have feelings, too? Doesn't he think that I'd like to have him make love to me, as much as he wants to fuck me? He wants to do me, just so that he can brag to all his friends at the gas station that he had me in the backseat of his car, while playing Guns N' Roses? His dream was not my chosen memory of the first time going all the way. Just because I'm the one who can get pregnant and pay a lifetime for his 3 minutes of fun, why must I be the keeper of the gate and the protector of who enters my domain? I was horny, too. Only, one of us has to think with our head, instead of with our sexual organ. One of us has to stay strong, so that we don't make a mistake that will change our lives forever. I remember, even though he washed really well, his hands were always darker, as if he had been working in a coal mine and his fingernails were always caked with grease. It grossed me out to have him stick those grease stained fingers inside of me, as if I as a carburetor and he was adjusting my butterfly valves. No matter what he did, he could never get his fingernails clean and, if only for that reason, I didn't think that I could be with someone like that, a regular grease monkey, for the rest of my life. Even though I loved Andy, I wanted better. I wanted more. "What if I give you a blowjob, instead, Andy? Would you like me to suck your cock?" I unzipped him, pulled out his cock, and stroking him, while looking up at him. Even his cock smelled a little like gasoline and motor oil. I swear, if I struck a match, he'd explode in flames. It was a good thing I didn't smoke. To be honest, sometimes dreaming that I was a gas pump, I didn't think that I could take a lifetime of having sex with Andy, the automobile mechanic. "You'll never hear me say no to a blowjob, Susan. I love your blowjobs. Can I cum in your mouth?" What is it with guys? Never satisfied and always wanting more, I don't get it. What's the big deal with cumming off in my mouth or not? I was a spitter back then and I checked my pocket for a tissue because, just as I didn't want to swallow him, I didn't want to spit his cum in that grease stained rag. Always pulling out before hand, he had never fully ejaculated in my mouth and, as I imagined this time with him, possibly my farewell, I was thinking about allowing him to do just that, so long as I didn't have to swallow him, anything to stop him from trying to fuck me. Only, I couldn't help imagining his cum tasting like Mobil 1 motor oil. A time when customers never pumped their own gas, seeping in his skin, he always had a faint odor of gasoline. "Maybe," I said giving him a sexy look. I had college on my mind. This, my last date with Andy, I would have said anything at that point to get this over with and have him take me home, so that I could finish packing for my trip to the big city. With the front bucket seat moved all the way forward, I got between his legs and started blowing him. Once I really started sucking his cock, while stroking him, it didn't take long for him to cum in my mouth and I spit all that he had in a spent Burger King napkin that I found on the floor and that now had cum, along with ketchup, mustard, and relish stains. Still holding his pickle in my hand, as if it was a hot dog in a bun, having it all his way, finally, he was sated enough for us to go home. Figuring I'd get a prescription to birth control pills in the city, where no one knew me, I knew, once I went away to college that I'd meet someone else and breakup with Andy. With all the sorority, keg parties, dorm hanky-panky, football rallies, and late night cramming, I knew it was only a matter of time, before I'd be having sex regularly with a fuck buddy. Then, once away at school, having done a lot of soul searching, feeling my mind already opened with all that I was learning in college, I did a lot of growing up in just a short, few months. As I knew I would, I was ready to experience intercourse now, that is, so long as it was protected sex. There was just no way that I wanted to get pregnant and prematurely cut my education short. Only, even though I knew our relationship would never survive me being away for four long years at college, with me growing away from him and him staying at the same intellectual level and not growing with me, I still wanted Andy to be my first. Weird, but I was loyal to him in that regard. I somehow figured that I owed him that much. I wanted him to break my cherry. Call it a matter of respect, a matter of friendship, but I owed Andy the memory of our first time together, too. Just as I needed that memory of him to hold onto later in life, whenever I thought about the inevitable of how different my life would have been had I married Andy, instead of going off to college and invariably finding someone else, I wanted him to have that memory of me, too. It was only natural to do it with him first, as we had been friends since the first grade. Moreover, I needed to know if I was making the right decision by leaving Andy to start my own life and leaving this small town behind. Even though I'd fuck him and forget him, just as I knew he had been cheating on me with a couple of the town sluts, I knew he'd get over me, eventually, one day, probably, as soon as I left, no doubt. The local women that came into the gas station, both young and old, single and married, were always hitting on Andy. Personable, outgoing, and as quick with a joke, as he was with a smile, he had a way of putting women at ease enough to let their guard down. With his cherub like blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he was a cute guy and women were always making passes at him. If he wasn't so naive, I'd be jealous. Most times he didn't even know women were trying to get in his pants, but they were. He thought they were tipping him for the service he gave them and had no idea they tipped him for the service they hoped he'd give them. I wasn't so bad looking myself. I was tall. At 5'9", I towered over most of the girls in school, especially when I wore my heels and my hair up. A lot of the girls in town were jealous of me because of my natural blonde hair and my shapely body from doing swimming, dancing, ice skating, and gymnastics. A bit of a Tomboy, I loved any type of competitive sport. No one knew me better than Andy. At the time, we loved one another. At least, we thought we did. Only, after being away from him again, filled with fond memories of all our times together, I loved him in the way a sister would love her brother. A sister wouldn't have sex with her brother, of course, but it was something else we both needed to experience, as part of our rite of passage. Having grown up with him, being friends before being lovers, he was the only man I've ever known and every blown. Andy worked at the gas station fixing cars, a job he's held, since he was a junior in high school. While I was away at school, I didn't know that he was busy taking courses being certified in all the new automotive computer based technologies. He was always good a fixing things and he had a talent with cars, as if he was the car whisperer. He could just hear a noise and know what was wrong with it. Weird. A passion for cars, he had a special talent, and was in touch with machines, as he was with his customers. Now that he had a few years of specialized training behind him, he was an even better mechanic. I was an 18-year-old senior in high school, still a virgin, when all the girls around me, even that weird, fat, Stephanie, the one with all the zits, who I hated, went all the way, after her senior prom. Feeling pressured by my peers and, of course, by Andy, that Christmas after I left for school, I decided to allow Andy to make love to me. Because I was still a virgin, probably the only one left in town, I was beginning to feel like the frigid bitch that many of the guys thought that I was. Xmas, First Time I Went All The Way How dare they? At the time, I was still just a kid, only 18-years-old. When you're that young, one year makes such a big difference. I felt so much more mature, when I turned 19-years-old. People mature differently and I wasn't ready for all of that grownup X-rated, sexual stuff. Besides, with my luck, I'd get pregnant and that would be it for my college education. I'd be stuck in this small town, just like my Mom was before me. Maybe it was only sex to him, but it certainly meant more to me than that. He just wanted to have sex and I was just another notch on his belt but, even back then, I wanted more than that. Needing to have the memory, I wanted to make love and I wanted to save myself for that one special guy. Only, I didn't think that I loved Andy enough to surrender my body to him, at least, not in that way. I could fuck him, no doubt, but I couldn't make love to him. He was more my best friend, than he was my perceived lover. Certainly, I wasn't a prude. I did everything else. I ended up giving him a blowjob, whenever he pressured me to have intercourse. Now, that I think of it, maybe he preferred getting a blowjob. Maybe knowing that I wouldn't have intercourse with him, he used that as an excuse to get me to blow him. I guess it was a win/win for both of us. I got out of having intercourse and he got a blowjob, instead. He certainly liked my blowjobs. Admittedly I was pretty good at sucking cock, but there was just something that told me to wait for the right time with the right man, before having sexual intercourse, and this wasn't it and he wasn't him. Afraid to let go, I don't know what I was afraid of, but I was. Maybe I was just afraid to fall in love. I was scarred by all my Mom's regrets. I didn't want my love for anything or for anyone to interfere with and replace my love for school and for quest for knowledge. At the time, both weighed heavily on my mind and there was only enough room for one, Andy or school. I think I made the right decision by choosing school. So, that Christmas, while my parents were in church and making the rounds to their friends houses later, I invited Andy over. I got out of going to church by pretending that I wasn't feeling well. I lied and told my Mom I had my period. Happy that I wasn't pregnant, she was fine with the knowledge that I was still having my menstrual cycle. Andy and I sat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, where I had put my oversized beach towel down over the carpet. I closed all drapes and the only lights were from the glow of Christmas tree. A better memory than the backseat of his car with Axl Rose screaming in the background, this was romantic and with Nat King Cole singing Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. It was then that I gave myself to him. Still in my nightgown, he came in the house, as soon as my parents pulled out of the driveway. I told him to park his car a block away and walk around back and use the back door, so that the neighbors wouldn't see. Most of our neighbors had gone to church anyway. I remember being so excited. This was my first time. Only a virgin once, I'd never have another first time like this again. Andy was about to take my virginity and I was ready for him to do it. Filled with love and happiness, I knew he was the one. Finally alone, finally ready to make love to him, and finally ready lose my virginity, I gave myself to him. Honestly, looking back, I can say that the first time was horrible. Clumsy, awkward, and rushed, the first thing he did was to lift my nightgown over my head. That was the first time that Andy saw me totally naked. I would have preferred a little foreplay first, maybe some kissing, hugging, talking, and laughing, but he was a man on a mission and a man intent on seeing me naked. I mean, I love Andy as a dear, best friend, but not as a lover. As soon as I was naked, he removed all his clothes, too. Even in December, he still had his farmer's tan. I remember laughing at him. Already, from drinking too much beer and eating too much fast food, he was developing a pot belly and I remember imagining how middle aged he'd look like in just ten, short years. As if he had taken Viagra, which they didn't even have back then, I remember he had a constant and a very hard erection. I remember him being more interested in sticking his cock in me more than anything else. He licked my pussy all of sixty seconds, I timed him, before he mounted me. I mean, I was already wet, but I wasn't as aroused as I needed to be. It was a good thing I insisted he wear a condom because, even though he said he wouldn't, even though he said he'd pull out, he ejaculated inside me, after he was in me no longer than three minutes. It would have taken longer to boil an egg and certainly much longer to get me in the mood, where I could have more enjoyed my first experience, too. "Gees, that was great, Andy. You're a real stud." Sexually frustrated, I masturbated in the bath later, after he left. I was so young and so naive. I wish I knew then what I knew now, I wonder if I still would have had sex with Andy and how different my life would have been had I given myself to someone else other than him. It's weird the things that you remember going back more than twenty years ago. Serving as the foundation, it's funny how those rites of passage stuck in my mind and that stayed with me, while everything else I did after, still revolves around the choices I made early in my life. Should have, could have, would have, and what if, it's all a roll of the dice sometimes and I rolled mine. I made my decisions and I made my choices, at least, I was happy that I did that, instead of having a man make them for me. That day that I lost my virginity was one of those times in my life, that even though the sex was lousy, I don't regret my decision to have Andy take my virginity. I remember it, as if it was yesterday, even though it was 22 years ago, a lifetime. After I graduated college with a degree in Business Administration, I went into business for myself with a partner, who later became my husband. Every Christmas we celebrated the holiday by closing the business and having a Christmas party for all of our customers. It's not a bad life and I've gone beyond the distastefulness of Andy not being able to have hands as clean as our accountant. Andy fixes the cars and I handle the paperwork. He was my first time and my only time having sex with a man. We've been married now for 18 years this Christmas and I couldn't be happier. Xmas Night Out This story contains details of wife sharing so you shouldn't read it if that annoys or offends you. * * * * * * * "Well Karen you've got another admirer." "What do you mean?" I asked warily, replacing my coffee on the table. I was at my local gym having the usual coffee and chat with my friends after one of our regular workouts. This was a more relaxed conversation than usual because the gym was quiet and there were only three of us – myself, the manageress Denise and my best friend Jayne. If there had been anyone else present I don't think Denise would have risked teasing me in the way she did. It turned out that the young man who had been in the gym earlier had discretely asked her who the attractive young woman on the cross trainer was. When Denise had told him that the "young" woman was called Karen and she was actually fifty years old it seems he had taken some convincing that was true. Of course secretly I was flattered, but I played it down and told Jayne that I was old enough to be his mother. "That's true," she said. "Steve's only twenty two, but he was genuinely impressed with you. Tony had better watch out, you're fast becoming the pin-up girl of the gym." This was a reference to the fact that Denise and Jayne reckoned that two of the men in our friendship group had the hots for me. I always ignored that suggestion, but secretly I thought it was true. I knew quite a few people at the gym, but the core of our little group was eight women and three men. All of the men were married and in their fifties. One of them, Carl, had never bothered me. Stuart did seem quite keen on me, but he was a bit of a bruiser and in many ways he wasn't my sort of person. Having said that I have to admit that he had a certain rough charm and could be quite a laugh. That left Alan who was two years older than me and had aged rather well. Fortunately for him he was one of those men, like Sean Connery, who looked more distinguished as they grew older. Denise and Jayne certainly teased me about how Alan fancied me and I always denied that was the case. But last week I had got clear evidence that he did. I go to the gym every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning and when we were having coffee after the Wednesday morning session Alan was there and I had mentioned that my husband Tony was working away until late on Friday. There's nothing unusual in that as he's a surveyor and his work regularly takes him to different parts of the country. I got a text from Alan on Thursday morning asking if I was at home. Rather naively I simply said yes and he immediately replied inviting himself round for a coffee. Of course I might have been reading too much into it, but I was pretty certain that if I invited him round he would hit on me. So I replied saying I had a bad headache and couldn't see him. I hadn't dared mention this to Tony, not because I thought he would be angry, but just the opposite - I thought it might get him excited. We've been married for nearly thirty years and after we'd been married for several years he started asking me about whether I ever regretted the fact that he was the only man I had slept with. I said no it didn't bother me, but he then asked whether I was ever curious about what a different cock would feel like. I told him the truth - it didn't bother me and I reckoned one cock was pretty similar to another. I was a very surprised by this line of questioning and asked him whether he wanted me to have sex with someone else. He said no and hurriedly changed the subject. But a week later he was back with similar questions. This time I wouldn't let it go and eventually he admitted that his secret fantasy was to watch while I had sex with another man. I was pretty shocked by that, not least because I thought men were supposed to be very jealous about their wife's fidelity. Anyway he said that wife watching or wife sharing (as it's apparently called) is quite a common male fantasy. I made it clear it wasn't going to happen and he seemed to accept that. Nevertheless it became a regular item of pillow talk for us and although I continued to say no to the reality, as a fantasy it became a regular topic for us. It invariably got Tony very hard and I must admit that I normally found the subject very arousing. So that was the background to my situation. Fortunately Alan had the sense not to pester me, but he did drop one or two subtle hints. From time to time I did also bump into the young man called Steve who had asked Denise about me. At first we said hello, but then it got to the stage where we normally exchanged a few words. He never made a pass at me, but equally he never spoke to any of the other middle-aged women and I did wonder what would happen if I gave him any encouragement. Again I didn't mention it to my husband; I could do without his overactive imagination racing away and visualising all sorts of erotic scenarios. Last year we had had a Christmas night out and it had been a great success so we were all in favour of another one. There had been nine people last time and this year eighteen signed up. I was a bit disappointed that more people were coming along. I didn't know some of them too well and would have preferred last years close-knit group. Unfortunately Jayne had to cry off when another commitment cropped up. She was my best friend at the gym and I would miss her. I mentioned it to Tony and his comment was that maybe this year it really would be a "little black dress" evening. Last year all the women had agreed we were going to wear a "little black dress" (or something similar). But when the date got near Jayne had chickened out and opted for black trousers. She's older than me (fifty-seven), a bit overweight and quite strait-laced, so I can understand that she didn't feel like dressing up in a sexy way. I should stress that we're not talking about anything vaguely sluttish, but something that shows you're a woman and know it. I had worn a black dress which didn't quite reach my knees, black tights (pantyhose I think to American readers) and some ankle high black boots. The date was set for early December and we were going into York and as last year we planned to visit one or two bars before going on to a nightclub. A few days before the event I bumped into Steve and he said he might well see us in York as he was there with friends that night. I asked Tony what I should wear because I like to get his opinion. One of the dresses I had in mind was a black one with a lovely glittery gold seam. Even though it goes to just below my knee Tony likes it because of the rather clever fastening which means you only have to pop two buttons and the front opens completely. As soon as I listed it as a possible Tony was urging me to wear it. I told him that he only liked it because it provided easy access to my body. "That's not true," he protested. "It's a stunning dress and you look wonderful in it. The easy access is a bonus," he added with a sly smile. I wasn't surprised when he asked me about underwear because that's an area he always takes a keen interest in. I know some of my friend's husbands don't bother, but I like the fact that Tony still finds me attractive enough to take an interest. I said I had chosen a black bra and pants set and some lace-topped hold-ups. He approved of that because tights have never been a favourite with him. I got a bath, then painted my toe and finger nails a temptingly deep shade of red. Tony sat on the bed and watched as I finished my preparations. "You look gorgeous. Do you think you'll have time to text me this year?" That was a reference to Tony's request last year for me to text him and pretend that something sexy had happened. I had said I might and I planned to send him one or two texts when I popped to the loo. However on the night I always went with Jayne and didn't like to keep her waiting, so never sent any. He grumbled about that afterwards and was obviously disappointed, so I was expecting another request this year. I told him I'd think about it, but wasn't making any promises. The minibus we'd booked arrived on time and we were soon headed into York. We hadn't booked a minibus back, because it was inevitable that some people would leave earlier than others, so we planned to use the local taxis. Our first stop was the same bar as last year. Denise and Stuart both started putting the drinks away at a rate that I had no intention of matching. In all fairness to Denise she is six foot tall and weighs half as much as me again, so she can drink more than I can without being affected. In contrast Sarah who was chatting to me is thin as a rail and looks anorexic. She is one of the newer members, but we were joined by Marianne one of the regulars. There's a lot I like about Marianne, but there's also a selfish streak to her, so I'm always slightly wary of her. As you've probably gathered I was missing my best friend Jayne, but with Stuart acting as cheerleader and urging us on to try out another bar I started to get into a party mood. The fact that Jayne wasn't there also meant that I drank a bit more than usual. Jayne's not teetotal, but she never gets carried away and that did tend to act as a brake on my own activities. By the time we left the second bar I'd had four drinks and some of the others were well ahead of me. Stuart and Denise wanted to get to a night club and start dancing; those of us who'd been on last year's outing couldn't wait to see it. I should explain that they're both fairly extrovert characters and what their dancing lacks in technique is more than compensated by their complete lack of inhibition. In particular when Denise gets on the dance floor anyone in the immediate vicinity is in danger of being injured. To be honest it helps to have a couple of people like that and in no time the whole of our group were on the dance floor and having a ball. After a while I took a breather and sat out talking to Alan and Sarah. She was rather flustered, having made the mistake of dancing with Stuart, who had picked her up and flung her round in something approaching a wild tribute to Dirty Dancing. We'd all had a good laugh, but Sarah looked rather shell-shocked. I got a surprise when Steve appeared soon afterwards. He came and sat with us and it turned out that he was out with a couple of male friends. I tried to tease him, saying that he was cruising for a pick-up, but he simply said that was exactly right, gave me a knowing look and asked me if I wanted to dance. I hesitated briefly and then said OK. We headed out onto the crowded dance floor and bumped and jostled our way through one number, but the DJ then segued into a slow number. Steve didn't ask if I wanted to share a smoochy number with him, he just took me in his arms and we shuffled round together. It felt strange being in the arms of an unfamiliar man. In an odd way it reminded me of teenage disco's and that made me feel young and sexy. Of course teenage girls soon find that teenage boys have roaming hands and I guess married women should realise that men aren't any different. Nevertheless I did get a surprise when Steve's hand settled on my rump and safely out of sight of the others in our group he began to caress my backside. In a way it wasn't a big deal and I very much doubt that I was the only woman on the dance floor who was getting touched up at that moment. The difference in my case was that I had been married for nearly thirty years and it had been over thirty years since anyone other than my husband had touched me. What's more I could feel Steve's heat pressing against my middle. He wasn't doing anything crude like rubbing it against me, but even so it was clear that he was aroused. I can't deny that the fact that he was excited had an effect on me. I was aware of a flutter of excitement in my stomach and a feeling of moist arousal between my legs. We got to the end of that number and I didn't trust myself to stay on the dance floor, so I asked if we could rejoin the others. Steve said fine and we headed back, but when we reached our table I excused myself and headed to the loo. Once I'd locked the cubicle door I found my phone and tapped out a text. I've just been dancing with a young man and he felt my bum. Do you mind? Luv u. xx I gave something approaching a nervous giggle as I thought of Tony's reaction when he received that text. I could imagine him wondering whether it was fictional and solely designed to turn him on or whether it was true. When I returned to our table I was surprised to see that Steve and Sarah had gone and Alan was sat alone. I asked him where they were. "Sarah is getting her things; a couple of the others are leaving and she's going with them. Steve has rejoined his mates; you can see why," he said nodding his head in the appropriate direction. I looked and soon picked out Steve and his two mates, but now they were chatting with three young girls. A few minutes ago I'd felt young and sexy, suddenly I felt my real age again. I almost blushed when I realised how stupid I must look. The middle-aged woman flirting with a young man, only to be discarded when someone younger turned up. At least I had the sense not to dwell on it. It was a fun night out, I'd had a few drinks and got a bit carried away, but nothing had really happened. I wasn't going to let it spoil my evening, so I asked Alan if he wanted to dance and we headed for the dance floor. We did dance for several numbers, including a couple of slower ones and Alan didn't try to touch me up. For the most part that was a relief, but if I'm honest a small part of me was disappointed. Even so it did feel odd dancing with Alan. He's over six foot tall and not fat, but certainly bulky, so he's rather different from my husband's wiry physique. When we came off the dance floor it seemed that various members of our group had already left. Marianne and a man I didn't recognise were talking to Denise and Stuart. We joined them and I said I was thinking of leaving. Somewhat to my surprise the others said they might as well go and in a fairly short space of time the six of us were out on the street. We hadn't gone far when Denise pointed to a kebab joint and said she was starving. The others seemed keen, but it was the last thing I wanted. Alan noticed my reluctance and said he wasn't too fussed about having a kebab and he'd share a taxi back with me. That was fine with me, but I did wonder if Alan was simply being polite and helpful, or whether he thought he might get lucky. Anyway we left the others to head into the kebab bar and join the random characters which these places attract in the early hours of the morning. I couldn't think of anything I fancied less than a big, greasy kebab and I said as much to Alan. It was quite cold and we set off at a brisk pace in the direction of the taxi rank. We hadn't gone far when a car slowed to a crawl alongside us. The darkened windows and booming sound system were entirely in keeping with the shaven haired youth who leaned out of the front passenger window. "The night's young, we've got room on the back seat, why don't you leave granddad behind and join us," he shouted I could feel Alan tense up with anger, but the last thing I wanted was a city centre brawl in the early hours of the morning. I put a restraining hand on Alan's arm and told him to ignore them. They crawled alongside us continually making remarks and I was worried that Alan would respond and then it would all kick off. An alley led off to the right so I guided Alan down it. It was only short and soon led out onto another main street. My heart sank when I saw the same car turn the corner. They spotted us almost immediately and crawled alongside us again. Now I could see that there were three lads inside and it was clear they were enjoying baiting us. They really were obnoxious and the remarks became very crude. We tried to ignore them, but Alan snapped when one of them called me a slag and demanded that I tell him whether I would like to suck his cock. Alan told them to piss off and leave us alone, which was quite mild in the circumstances. The guy in the front seat scrambled to get out of the car, but got slightly tangled up in the seat belt. Alan took a couple of quick paces and kicked the door shut. I stood agape as the door frame hit the lad in the face and he fell back into the car. "Come on," said Alan, grabbing my arm and bustling me back towards that alley. We ran along it as fast as my high heels would allow. We kept glancing back and as we reached the corner the three youths came running along the alley behind us. I slipped my shoes off and Alan and I set off running. You might expect a barefoot, middle-aged woman to be quite slow, but I actually used to go round barefoot a lot when I was younger, add on all the sessions at the gym and I can manage a reasonable pace. Even so it seemed inevitable that our pursuers would overtake us. It was really just a case of whether we could get to the taxi rank before them. At least there should be people there, whereas this street was empty and there was no sign of the police car I was praying for. We turned the final corner and the taxi rank was reasonably busy. There was a queue of over a dozen people and as we ran up one taxi pulled away and the next in line took its place. There was a startled reaction as we ran up shouting emergency, babbled our apologies to the couple whose taxi we were hijacking and dived past them and onto the back seat. "There's three drunken lads chasing us, so just get going." The driver was a short, middle-aged Asian and he just stared at us. I could see the lads approaching and Alan shouted at the driver to go. "Go where?" was the idiotic reply. "Just go!" Alan yelled and we pulled away with a few yards to spare. Even then we would have been in trouble if the traffic lights twenty yards up the road had been on red, but fortunately they turned to green and we were straight through them. Alan and I looked out of the back window and could clearly see our would-be assailants, their faces ugly with rage as they shouted abuse after us. We kept checking for signs of a pursuing car, but it never came and with several twists and turns behind us it was clear we were safe. I finally started to relax though my heart was still pounding away and there was an odd, almost metallic taste in my mouth. I felt incredibly alert, exhilarated almost, finally understanding what an adrenalin rush meant. "I'm sorry," said Alan. "I should have got us away without provoking them." "I doubt that was possible; they seemed intent on trouble. Never mind, if nothing else it means we'll always remember tonight." I suddenly realised that the soles of my hold-ups were ripped to shreds, so I pulled one off and then stretched to remove the other. When I did that the front of my dress parted and exposed not just my thighs, but also the very top of my legs. I realised that Alan was staring and he had good reason to. The light in the taxi wasn't great, but he still had a clear view of my skimpy black panties. The front was semi-transparent and he might even have been able to make out my lush pubic hairs (I am quite furry down there). Looking back at that moment I have wondered if I deliberately exposed myself in order to seduce Alan. I don't think I did it on purpose, but perhaps sub-consciously I was aware of the connection we had made. My eyes held his for what felt like an age. Then he moved in and kissed me. It was deep, passionate and full of longing. We broke for air and stared solemnly at each other. Then kissed again. Finally we broke again. "I want you," Alan said. A simple statement of fact. Every possible emotion seemed to be surging through me and I knew what was required. Xmas Night Out "We'll go back to my house. But only if you understand that it's a one-off and will never be repeated." Alan nodded his agreement. I leaned across and kissed him again, then took his hand and placed it on my breast. I squirmed with pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded me. When we separated I realised that we were already close to our village. The main street was deserted and in no time we were turning into the cul-de-sac where I live. I told the driver to go quietly because I didn't want to wake the neighbours. The truth is I didn't want any of them to see me taking an unfamiliar man into the house in the early hours of the morning. Alan said he would sort out the fare while I unlocked the door. No lights were on in the house and I cautiously lit one and then led Alan through into the lounge. I left the main lights off; instead I turned the lamp in the corner on. The subdued, discreet light it gave the room was much more attuned to the situation. "Give me a minute," I said quietly to Alan. "I just want to check that Tony is asleep." He didn't say anything, but simply nodded, perhaps worried that his voice would carry in the silent house. I slipped my shoes off, crept upstairs, along the landing and into our room. I thought Tony might well be awake, but he was asleep. His phone was on the bedside cabinet next to him, normally he leaves it downstairs. If I was having second thoughts and wanted to back out, now was the moment. I sat on the bed and very gently shook him. He began to stir and when his eyes opened I put a finger to his lips. I reached out a flicked on the bedside lamp, both of us blinking in the sudden light. "You remember saying that if I ever wanted to gain some experience it's OK with you." His eyes widened and he nodded. "Well there's someone downstairs. Are you sure you can cope if I go back down to him?" "You mean..." he stuttered. "Yes, I mean to have sex with him. You'll have to stay up here until we've finished and then I'll come back to you." "OK," said Tony. "You know you have my permission." I leaned across and kissed him. "Love you." "Love you too," he replied. I stood up and turned to go, but Tony told me to wait and sat up on the edge of the bed. He leaned across and undid the two buttons on my dress so it was completely undone at the front and my lacy black bra and pants set were displayed. "Go back to him like that, you look stunning. And when you've finished slip your knickers on and come back to me – I want to reclaim your pussy." His hand slipped between my legs and very gently he stroked me through my knickers. I was tempted to let him explore, but I needed to return to Alan and was impatient to take the next step. "Wait for me; I'll be back and when I am I'll be an experienced woman." I turned and headed downstairs. I felt very nervous and rather unsteady as I went down the stairs. The house was so quiet that every noise was magnified. The lounge door was at the foot of the stairs and when I rested my hand on it I was surprised and annoyed to see that I was trembling. I took a couple of deep breaths then stepped into the room. Alan was stood by the fireplace facing the door and I walked across to him. "He's fast asleep, our bedroom is at the back of the house and I've closed all the intervening doors, so don't worry we won't be disturbed." Alan took me in his arms and because I'd slipped my high heels off as soon as we entered the house I was seven inches shorter than him. He looked me in the eye. "Just so there's no awkwardness can I say at the start that I've had the snip and I'm safe, but if you prefer I'll use a condom." "No, that's alright, bareback is fine, I want to feel you cum inside me." He stooped to kiss me; at the same time he slipped one hand inside my dress and began to caress my backside. It wasn't long before his other hand started to explore my breasts. Then the hand slid round from my backside and his fingertips traced across my pubic mound with the lightest of touches. I parted my legs at the same time as I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then I hurriedly started to undo his shirt buttons as his hand slipped inside my knickers and stroked my bush. One finger traced along my cunt lips and there was no hiding the extent of my arousal. I was very excited and my love juices were in full flow. Then suddenly Alan was on his knees tugging impatiently at my knickers. I put one hand on his shoulder to steady myself and raised first one foot then the other, to help him remove my knickers. As soon as he'd done that he manoeuvred me towards our settee. Fortunately it's a deep and wide one and Alan positioned me so that I was laid back with my head in one corner and my bottom close to the edge. As soon as I was in place he spread my legs and went down on me. His tongue traced a path along my slit and I sighed as he savoured the taste of me. Normally I view oral sex as very much a starter before the main course, but I was so hyped up that when Alan found my clit I lost control and experienced a sudden and very powerful orgasm. That was the signal for Alan to get undressed. He stood up, slipped his shirt off, followed by his shoes and socks and then removed his trousers and briefs. He must have been very excited because his cock was straining in an almost vertical position. I don't know if I'm typical, but I am rather fascinated by cocks. An erect one looks so angry and powerful and of course they're erect because of you, which is a compliment in a way. You've got to remember that the only erect cock I'd ever seen or handled was my husband's, so I needed to touch Alan's and see how it compared. I remembered the first time I'd touched Tony's and how impressed I'd been with its strength (hardness) and wondered if my virgin pussy would be able to take it. Well I was a bit older and wiser and knew that Tony's cock though very nice was strictly average at just over six inches when he was erect. That was fine by me, I've never really bought into the large cock fantasy (nor I suspect do most women). Anyway Alan's cock was very similar to my husband's. His balls felt nice and heavy; it seemed odd (and rather exciting) to think that all the sperm they contained would soon be inside me. I do like going down on a man. I'm particularly fascinated by the contrast between the smooth head and the rough shaft with it's ridged network of pulsing veins. So I licked the end of Alan's cock which brought a murmur of approval. That turned into a groan when I took the head and most of the shaft into my mouth. It was exciting swirling my tongue round his cock, but Alan soon stopped me, saying that I was going to make him cum. It was obvious he wanted to be inside me, so I lay back on the settee and spread my legs. Alan moved above me and I felt the warm, rubbery tip of his cock bump against the top of my thigh. I reached down, took hold of his cock and positioned it against the entrance to my pussy. At that moment I felt light-headed. I could put that down to alcohol or tiredness, but the truth is I'd never felt more awake and was intensely aware that after almost thirty years of being the exclusive province of my husband I was about to surrender my pussy to the rigid arrogance of Alan's prick. I knew I was very wet and could take him. He leaned into me with a smooth, supple motion. My cunt lips parted and his cock slid into my depths. I gasped, Alan groaned, then we were kissing passionately. He began to fuck me with steady, but powerful strokes which penetrated my core. I have to say it felt very different from my husband. Not in terms of the length or girth of his cock, but rather his very different build. My husband is quite wiry and sometimes when we're having sex I almost feel as though our bodies have fused into one. I didn't get that feeling with Alan. He's about three inches taller than Tony and much bulkier, not fat but very solid. Physically I felt almost overwhelmed, as if I was being possessed by Alan. In its own way that was quite exciting. One thing was for certain, I now knew that all men don't feel the same. We fucked like that for a while, then Alan asked if he could take me from behind. That's my favourite position, so if course I said yes. I turned over on the settee, but Alan asked if we could go on the rug. So I went down on my hands and knees, only for Alan to ask if I would go down on my elbows. I hesitated for a moment because that is such an exposed position; you really are showing everything. Nevertheless I did it and let out a squeal when Alan's cock slid back into me. He thrust into me quite powerfully, then I got another surprise when he asked me to put my legs together. I know Tony likes that particular variation because my cunt feels tighter. It was obviously the same for Alan. "Oh God you've got a lovely tight cunt. It's fucking gorgeous." It's only relatively recently that Tony and I have discovered the pleasure of talking dirty and I do find it quite a turn on. So when Alan told me I had a lovely tight cunt it added to my excitement. "I'm sorry Karen," he said. "I'll have to cum soon. I want to be face to face with you. Is that OK?" I didn't say anything, but he withdrew and I rolled onto my back. In a flash he covered me and his cock slid back into me. Now it was just hard fucking and I urged him on. "Fuck me, go on, fuck me you bastard." I felt the first waves of an orgasm sweep across me, then Alan's prick stiffened further and suddenly it was jerking inside me as he fired burst after burst of sperm into my pussy. We lay together in silence for what felt like quite a while, but probably wasn't that long. Alan's prick began its inevitable retreat and I didn't want sperm stains on our rug, so I said we had better move. Normally I would have wiped myself, but Tony had asked me to slip my knickers back on and I knew that in his fantasies I always brought him a pussy full of sperm. So I grabbed my knickers and pulled them back on, and then slipped my dress back on, though I didn't bother fastening it. Alan was dressing and a minute later we were by the back door. "Please don't expect this to be repeated. I said it was a one-off and that's how it's going to stay. But I hope we can be friends just the same as before." "OK," Alan replied with a shrug. "I'll honour that, but equally I won't forget tonight. You're a beautiful woman and Tony's a lucky man." I opened the door, but he gave me one last kiss before departing. At that time in the morning there was almost no chance of being seen, but it must have been quite a sight – the normally respectable housewife kissing goodbye to her lover while he fondles her tits. I closed and locked the door. As I climbed the stairs I could feel my panties were wet with my Alan's sperm. The pillow talk Tony and I had shared about scenarios where I was fucked was very much in my mind now. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. He wanted to reclaim my pussy, to thrust his cock into that sweet orifice which had been his exclusive preserve and add his sperm to the load already inside me. When I entered the bedroom a lamp was on in the corner. As I approached the bed Tony pulled the covers back; his cock was erect. I climbed on the bed, straddled him and guided his hand between my legs. "Feel how wet my panties are. He rode me bareback and came in my pussy. Now it's your turn. Would you like to fuck me?" I rubbed the semen soaked crotch of my panties against the rigid heat of Tony's cock and he gave a loud groan. So I reached down, pulled my panties to one side and placed the end of his cock against my cunt lips. I bore down, rotated my hips and, lubricated by a mixture of my fuck honey and my lover's sperm, my husband's cock slid easily into my lustful cunt. He gave an agonised gasp, half raised himself on the bed, then sank back almost immediately as I started to ride his cock. We hadn't been in that position long when he grabbed hold of my hips, rolled me over and commenced to pound into me in the missionary position. It was raw, basic fucking and I realised Tony was close to coming. He gave a final brutal thrust, then groaned and swore as he pumped sperm into his wife's cunt; a cunt which a few minutes ago had been enjoyed by another man. He collapsed on top of me and lay gasping for a while before he rolled off me. For the first time ever sperm from two men trickled out of my pussy. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and I asked him if he was OK. "Yes I'm fine. I'm sorry I couldn't contain myself, but that was just so intense. I was desperate to fuck you and put my sperm in your pussy." "Could you hear anything from downstairs?" I asked. I must admit while Alan and I were fucking I had wondered if Tony could hear us. "I came out onto the landing and I couldn't really make out anything that was being said, but I could definitely hear the sounds of sex." Then Tony looked directly at me. "But at the end I heard you urging him to fuck you. Almost without thinking I'd been stroking my cock, but when I heard you say that I had to stop or I would have cum. Then I could hear orgasmic sounds and I knew that was it, he was firing his sperm into your pussy." I nodded and confirmed that was exactly how it had been. I snuggled up to Tony and cupped his balls in what I hoped was a loving gesture. I was surprised to find that his cock was semi-erect, usually once he's cum that's it and it's a long time since he's cum twice in one session. I couldn't resist sliding my hand up and squeezing the shaft. I was rewarded with a tremor and a noticeable stiffening. "This really does turn you on doesn't it?" I asked. "Are you up for some more?" "Well if you are interested then I would be," Tony replied with a grin. "But perhaps it makes sense to save it. What I'd really like is for you to give me a full account tomorrow night and I'm sure I'll want to fuck you again then." To be honest that suited me better; I'd already been fucked twice and didn't need a third session. So we settled down to sleep and I must admit I was out in no time and didn't wake until late morning. Tony was already up and when I came downstairs he greeted me with a wry smile. "Good morning and how is my lovely wife?" "I'm fine, but I'm not feeling very energetic, it's going to be a lazy day as far as I'm concerned." And that's exactly how it turned out. I read the paper and did a few minor jobs, but nothing of real note. Tony did try to get into my knickers at one stage, but I made him wait. Partly because I knew the sex would be more relaxed if we saved it until we were in bed, but also because I still wasn't 100% sure what I was going to tell him. In our fantasies the sex had always involved a handsome stranger. But that hadn't been the case. It was a man I was friendly with, who lived locally and who I would see regularly. I wasn't sure how comfortable Tony would be with that and whether he would feel that continuing social intercourse with Alan might lead to more sexual intercourse! However I decided to be honest, mainly because I didn't intend to have sex with Alan again. So I told Tony exactly what happened. How Steve had touched me up, but then dumped me when someone his age came along. I described how Alan and I had been chased through York, the kiss in the taxi and then sex on our settee. Tony became very excited when I described Alan fucking me. I told him about the decisive moment when I felt Alan's cock stiffen and swell inside me and knew that my pussy was about to accept his sperm. Not surprisingly that took Tony over the top and he groaned and swore as he pumped his sperm into me. Laid together afterwards we chatted about the situation. Tony was happy that I didn't plan to have sex with Alan again. "I'm not comfortable with you having sex with someone who is also a friend. The risk of emotional attachment is too great and Alan's married, so it could get very messy." He paused and ran his hand along my hip. "There's also the fact that you've got a good group of friends at the gym. If you have an affair with Alan then people might well find out and it could be really awkward. You might have to stop going to the gym. It's been an exciting one-off and it's best to leave it at that." Put like that it all seemed reasonably straightforward, but even so when I went to the gym on the Monday morning I felt surprisingly nervous. All the regulars were there and of course people wanted to chat about our night out in York. Alan and I got quite a reaction when we told them about our adventure and the race to the taxi rank. Someone did ask me what Tony said when I came home with my hold-ups ripped to shreds. I said he'd been asleep and there was no reason to wake him because I was fine, but as I said that I could feel Alan watching me and my pulse was racing. I don't think anyone picked up on my unease and thankfully I didn't have any awkward questions about the rest of the night. I thought things had returned to normal, but Alan did drop a discreet hint that he would like to meet up again. I made it clear that wasn't going to happen and in many ways that was the end of it. But there was one other incident about three weeks later. I'd had a more vigorous session in the gym than normal and finished off with a fast run on the treadmill. When I came off I just about collapsed. I went down on my knees then sank forward onto my elbows, vowing never to push myself so hard again. I was crouched there gasping for breath when I heard a noise behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and Alan was stood behind me. He looked stricken, as though he'd been caught doing something very wrong. Then I noticed the obvious and unmistakeable shape of an erect penis bulging the front of his tracksuit bottoms. I was down on all fours and I knew straight away that he must have been thinking back to me crouched on our lounge floor in that most submissive of poses and presenting my cunt for his pleasure. Of course we were both dressed but the atmosphere was saturated with sexual tension. Deeply embarrassed I got up, said Hi and headed for the changing rooms. Once I was in there I realised I couldn't sit in our usual group for a post exercise chat and coffee. All the time I would be aware of Alan looking at me and thinking "I've seen her down on all fours displaying her cunt. I know what her cunt feels like and I know how good it felt to fire my sperm deep inside her married pussy." I gathered my gear together and told Denise that I had a bad headache and was going home to take some tablets and lie down. She sympathized and said she'd ring later to see how I felt. It's only a two-minute drive from the gym to my house, but it was an uncomfortable journey because I couldn't ignore the signals my body was sending me. My pussy was wet and it was clear that I was very aroused. Driving through our estate I had this vivid mental picture of me crouched on a mat in a deserted gym. Alan came up behind me and pulled my gym shorts and knickers down in a forceful, almost rough, manner. He didn't pull them off, but left them bundled round my ankles. He crouched behind me and even though my legs were pressed together my cunt was so wet he had no trouble penetrating me. He fucked me with a hard, fast rhythm making me cum twice before he gave a final brutal thrust and pumped his seed into me. He withdrew and left me collapsed on the floor with his sperm trickling out of my pussy and forming a pool on the gym floor. When I got home I locked the door behind me and hurried upstairs. I shut the bedroom curtains, crouched on the floor and pulled my gym shorts and knickers down until they were round my ankles. I reached back and gasped with relief as two fingers slid into my sopping wet cunt. I know that fingers are a poor substitute for a stiff prick, but they had to do. Xmas Night Out I finger fucked myself for a while then rubbed my clit in an almost frenzied manner. I shuddered and gasped as orgasmic waves broke across me and all the time I imagined Alan was riding me, his cock thrusting deep into me and then pumping another load of sperm into my lustful cunt. If it seems like this will all lead to another interlude with Alan then forget it. I'll admit I was tempted, but not enough to do anything about it. That incident was on a Wednesday and I knew that Tony would love to hear about it, but I decided to save it until the time was right. The following Saturday we were returning from a night out with friends. I'd had a few glasses of wine and was feeling very relaxed. Tony was driving so he was trapped and no matter how much my story turned him on, he wouldn't be free to just grab hold of me. The thought of telling him was enough to make me moist, but as I described events at the gym my love juices really started to flow. I must admit it felt very naughty, but very nice to see his reaction when I described how I had masturbated whilst down on all fours and imagining Alan was taking me from behind. As soon as we got indoors Tony told me I had better go upstairs and get changed and he would be up in a minute; there was no need to ask what I should change into. So I slipped my dress off and put my gym gear on. I left a bedside lamp shining discreetly in a corner of the room and when I heard Tony coming upstairs I crouched on my elbows and knees. He didn't say anything, but moved behind me, grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts and knickers and pulled them down, exposing my cunt. Then he took up exactly the position I had described – not kneeling, but crouched with his knees bent so that his prick was level with my cunt. I felt the warmth of his prick against my entrance, then he leant into me and my cunt lips parted as the full length of his hot, hard cock drove into me. He rode me energetically, asking me if I was imagining it was Alan's cock inside me. I know the sort of dirty talk he likes and I was happy to oblige. "Yes, I'm imagining it's Alan whose fucking me. It's his big cock ramming into me from behind. Do you like the fact that he's fucking your wife's sweet married pussy?" Tony groaned at that, so I pressed on. "Do you want me to be his slut? To let him ride me bareback and then cum in my pussy. Does that turn you on?" He didn't reply, but the pace of his thrusts became almost frantic and then suddenly he gave an agonized groan and erupted inside me. We collapsed onto the carpet and grinned at each other like a couple of naughty children. Alan never did get to fuck me again, but there were a couple more occasions when I changed into my gym gear, crouched on the floor and Tony and I let our imagination take over. Xmas Re-Gifting Party Turns Orgy Neighbors holiday tradition of a recession proof Christmas party comes to an end. "It's a nice neighborhood but," said Steve, the potential buyer looking to buy Hal and Susan's house. "Why is everyone's house on the street for sale?" "Christmas party," said Hal with a look of sadness. "Christmas party?" "We had a Christmas party last year to beat all Christmas parties," said Hal slowly shaking his head. "Sorry, but I don't understand what you mean. Maybe you should start from the beginning," said Steve. "Not that it was her fault by any means, but it all started with Tiffany, that's Tony's wife. They live there," said Hal pointing diagonally across the street from his house. "She's an ex-stripper. Tony is much older than Tiffany. He has a daughter her age, but I'm not casting judgment seeing what happened at our Christmas party." "What happened?" "Well, Tiffany was running around the house topless with Ralph chasing her. Ralph lives next door. He's married to Gloria," he said pointing to the house to the right. "He's a cop. Then, when Ralph caught Tiffany in the guest bedroom, they were fooling around making out, before she started blowing him, really going at his cock with one of those interactive, head banging, slurping blowjobs." "Really? Wow. So this is a swingers' community?" "Swingers? No, not hardly. We're all middle-aged, middleclass, married couples, but something crazy happened that night. Maybe there was a full moon or something in the air, but everyone went a bit wild. It started with all the guys lusting over Tiffany because she's so young and a real looker with her big, phony boobs," said Hal holding out his cupped hands in front of his chest. "Anyway, a couple of the guys, Tyrone and Charlie, came in the room to watch, when Tiffany was blowing Ralph. She was drunk and she willingly obliged them, too. Within a few minutes, Tiffany was pulling a train, a real gangbang." "Wow," said the potential home buyer. "I've read about gangbangs but never participated in one or even seen one." "Yeah, well, the same goes for my neighbors and we're nearly twice your age. So, when Tiffany was willing to do the five of us guys, not counting her husband, he wasn't in the room, of course, it was a wild night. It wasn't our typical eggnog, mistletoe, and Christmas carol type of Christmas party." "I wish I could have been there," said the potential home buyer. "Only, I still don't understand why all the houses are for sale." "Well, when Tony, Tiffany's husband, saw his wife on her knees naked in a circle jerk surrounded by five guys, while she sucked their cocks, one after another, after we all fucked her silly, he went crazy. She had cum everywhere, all over her face, in her hair, and running down her tits. She was literally covered in cum." "Holy shit!" "Tiffany, not wanting her husband to be angry with her, said that she was forced to have sex with the neighbors and forced to participate in a gangbang." "Wow," said the buyer looking at Hal. "Listen, I have a few minutes. Maybe you should start from the beginning. This is a story I'd like to hear." "Okay, said Hal, but it's a long story." "I don't mind," said the buyer. "I'll make time for a story this good, a story that starts off with five men gangbanging a stripper." So both men sat on Hal's front steps and Hal told Steve the story. "We've had a holiday tradition in our neighborhood for years, having a yearly Christmas party, where we give one another Christmas gifts. A mature neighborhood, my wife and I have lived here for a long time, since we were first married, more than thirty years ago. The same holds true for most of the neighbors, as this was a new development, when we were first married. Now, even the trees planted more than 30 years ago, more mature and filled with life, have kept pace with our aging." "It's a lovely neighborhood and a beautiful street," said Steve looking away from Hal to look up and down the street. "Everything was perfect, until the recession hit. Now, with so many men and some of the women in our little group out of work, a real sampling of what's happening to our economy and in our country, we all talked about cancelling our Christmas party. None of us were in the mood to celebrate Christmas. We're all at that in between age, too young to retire and too old to start over doing something new. No one had the extra money to buy gifts, then to spring for the food and alcohol would be a costly affair for whichever one of us was hosting the Christmas party this year." "In hindsight, after what happened, maybe you should have cancelled the Christmas party." "Probably, we should have," said Hal. "Only, at the time, our thinking was that maybe a Christmas party was just the thing we needed to get us out of our depression and over the recession. Yeah, I know, who has a neighborhood Christmas party with a dozen neighbors, counting ourselves with everyone buying gifts for one another? Buying gifts then, when we first started having these get-togethers, wasn't the big expense that it would be now with money so tight." "I hardly even know my neighbors," said Steve, "which is one of the reasons why I'm moving. I'd like to find a friendlier neighborhood, one where we all get together for barbeques, pool parties, and Christmas parties. Maybe not a swinging and gangbanging party," said Steve with a laugh. "Our party didn't start out that way. It was a gift giving Christmas party, our little neighborhood feel good tradition and one that nearly stopped with the last recession back in the early '90's, but we just cutback by celebrating and giving less. Yet, this recession is worse and much deeper than the last one, when the first Bush was president. Why is it, every time there's a Bush in office, there's a recession? I'm not making any political opinion or party preference; I'm only making more of an observation. I just hope Bush's daughters Jenna or Barbara don't run and get elected as the first female president." "That's if Sarah Palin doesn't beat them to the White House first," said Steve with a chuckle. "Notwithstanding the recession and the unemployment of some of our neighbors, we decided to go ahead with the Christmas party with everyone bringing their own bottle and a dish of food to minimize the expense. None of the gifts we gave were expensive anyway, it was more the thought behind it. Still, when buying for ten other people, not counting ourselves, instead of for one or two, especially after putting out money to buy gifts for a family, too, even a cheap gift gets a little pricy." "Understandable," said the potential home buyer. "We thought about just buying one gift and having a Christmas grab, but we're not that destitute, yet. Maybe next year, if the recession worsens, we'll do that," said Hal continuing with the story. "Fortunately, as do our neighbors, we live in a big house and have a formal dining room with a dining room table that comfortably seats twelve. We could fit sixteen guests in a pinch. My wife decorated the table beautifully and appropriately for Christmas with assigned seating name tags. The seating arrangements are different every year, depending upon who is having the party. Name tags are always a telling sign of who gets along and who doesn't, as well as who is attracted to one another and who isn't." "Yeah, all these homes are very large. How many square feet is your house?" "Just a bit over 4,000." "Sorry for interrupting. Please continue with the story," said Steve. "Susan, my wife, is a good looking brunette. She put her name tag across from Martin, our neighbor from across the street, who is married to Diane, equally as good looking as my wife. Albeit an older version, Martin is a Bruce Willis look alike. Susan has had a secret crush on Martin for years and I figured they'd be making eyes at one another all night, while playing footsie under the table. Luckily for me, with me sitting next to Martin, to my right, Susan placed Gloria, her best friend and our next door neighbor, to the left side of me. I've been in lust with Gloria for years, more so ever since she started undressing for bed with her bedroom light on and the blinds open." "Oh, my God, that's so hot. This neighborhood is a regular Peyton Place." "Yeah, well, it never used to be," said Hal with a chuckle. "Still what happened at the party was unforgivable and incomprehensible. To be honest, we're all sexually uptight to begin with and this was the perfect storm for something like this debauchery to happen. Those who were unemployed and a bit depressed drank more and, no doubt, that indirectly contributed to the sexual theme of the night." "Tell me more about Gloria undressing with the bedroom light on and the blinds open." "Watching Gloria strip makes me feel as if I'm a teenager again reliving my horny days, when I'd masturbate, while spying on my next door neighbor's daughter, Briana, undressing. Wow, that was so hot back then. Now, forty years later, I can't believe I'm reliving my voyeuristic views with another exhibitionistic neighbor." "I'd do anything to live next door to an exhibitionistic neighbor like that." "You can," said Hal with laugh. "Just buy my house and you'll be living next door to Gloria." "Yeah, that is, until she sells her house and moves away," said Steve with a laugh, too. "Only, being the dumb guy that I am, at the time, I didn't know if Gloria was exposing herself to me purposely or accidentally. Her bedroom faces my den and when I know she's getting ready for bed, I tell Susan that I'm going to stay up to read a bit. I head down to the den and smoke a cigarette with the light off, while watching Gloria giving me a sexy show. Sometimes, when horny enough, I masturbate to what she's showing and to what I'm seeing." "It's as if you have a private, live porn movie playing every night," said Steve laughing. "I guess you can think of it that way," said Hal, "but it's even hotter, when you know the players. Anyway, Gloria's husband, Ralph, the cop, works nights, the graveyard shift. Where most guys want the normalcy of working a dayshift, Ralph was a night owl and he loves working the nightshift. Fortunately or unfortunately, since he was the one who started the whole fiasco by fooling around with Tiffany, he took the night off for our little Christmas party." "You're making me excited in thinking about having my own Christmas party with my new neighbors, if I buy this house. Sorry," said Steve looking at Hal. "I keep interrupting you." "That's okay," said Hal. "Every night, around the same time, when Ralph leaves for work around 11pm, Gloria is up in her bedroom with the light on and the blinds opened. Now that I think of it, she never closed those blinds, that I can recall. Oblivious to me watching her, just watching her walk around the room was hot, then when she started removing her clothes, I thought I'd have a heart attack." "Damn, that's so hot." "Always, she had the same routine. She'd strip down to her panty and bra, before getting a nightgown from her dresser drawer. She's not bad looking for a fifty-something-year-old woman and definitely has a body of a woman ten years younger. She had a full length mirror in the room that, wherever she was in the room, if I couldn't see her head on, I could see her side reflection in the mirror. Watching her getting ready for bed, as if watching someone on a live cam feed, was the most erotic thing I've ever seen." "Holy Cow." "My favorite part of the striptease show, of course, was watching her mindless reaching around behind her to remove her bra. Then, she'd sit at her vanity table topless to brush her red hair 100 strokes. Whenever horny enough, that's when I'd pull out my cock and stroke myself to the count of her hairbrush and movement of her ample C cup breast bouncing side-to-side and up and down. Finally done brushing her hair, she'd stand and remove her panty. Instead of tossing her panty on the bed, she had a habit of kicking it off her ankle with her panty landing beside her on the floor." "I'd be jerking off over that show, that's for sure, with the thoughts of sniffing her panties." "Sniffing her panties? Really? You would?" "Oh, yeah, I'd put them right up to my nose and inhale. "To each their own, I guess. Whatever floats your boat, but why?" "Just the fragrance of a woman's pussy drives me wild," said Steve obviously getting excited. "It reminds me of sex and makes me horny." "It's too bad you weren't at the party, then, because Tiffany was running around naked most of the night. I'm sure she left her panties somewhere and you could have sniffed them, too. Matter of fact, by the end of the evening, all the women had their panties off and in a pile." "Oh, my God, I would have banged her, too," said Steve. "I don't blame you guys for gangbanging a stripper. That's so hot." "Maybe so," said Hal and if I had to do it all over again, as drunk as I was, I probably wouldn't have changed anything. Yet, the fact remains that I disrespected Tony and his wife, my friends and neighbors, by taking advantage of Tiffany, when she was drunk. The party got out of hand and we were wrong to gangbang her. We're all lucky she didn't press charges." "So, tell me more about Gloria. She sounds so hot," said Steve looking as if he was ready to pull out his cock and start masturbating. "I always wanted to go a step further with Gloria than just masturbating over watching her stripping. Sometimes, I'd imagine my head between her legs licking her red bush, while fingering her hole and reaching up to play with her nipples. I'd love to suck her pussy. As if she was purposely giving me a show, always she'd bend at the waist to pick up her discarded panty and I'd have the perfect view of her pussy and ass. It was then that I imagined doing her doggie style, bending her over and taking her from the back, sticking my big, hard cock in her pussy or in her ass, while reaching up and fondling her big tits." "Oh, Gloria, baby. Wow, I wish I had her for my neighbor." "Gloria made me wish my wife was as sexual and sensual. I wish my wife would give a free, sexy striptease show to the neighbors, so that I could watch, too, and then have hot pillow talk about it all later. Only, my wife wasn't the type. A bit prudish and definitely modest, she'd never do something like that. Then, I found out later that my wife was giving Martin a free striptease show." "No way! Are you kidding me? This entire neighborhood is depraved," said Steve with a laugh. "Definitely, you make me want to live here. I'd never move, if I were you guys." "Anyway, while I was downstairs in the den watching Gloria strip, Martin was across the street watching my wife strip. The thought of my wife stripping for Martin made me want to run outside and watch, too. It'd be hot to see Martin watching my wife, while I stood in the street watching my wife strip, too." "Gees, I don't know which is hotter, Gloria stripping for you or your wife stripping for that Martin guy." "It gets better, Steve," said Hal. "All during dinner, Gloria touched my arm or my thigh with her hand, when talking to me. Towards the end of dinner, after a couple of glasses of wine warmed her libido, she actually left her hand on my thigh for extended periods of time, only removing her hand, when someone got up from the table. Otherwise, her hand remained on my thigh the whole evening. The warmth of her hand gave me an erection with the thought of her hand wrapped around my cock, while stroking me, before blowing me. Obviously, she's as attracted to me, as I am to her." "You lucky bastard," said Steve lightly punching Hal in the shoulder. "So, what was Gloria's husband doing that he didn't notice his wife with her hand on your thigh?" "Ralph was more preoccupied with Tiffany's silicone breasts than he was with his wife, Gloria. Except for her areolas and nipples, Tiffany had her tits nearly all out on display. With a long line of cleavage, as if a ski run descending from a mountaintop, Tiffany has a rack." "Tits are my favorite body parts, the bigger the better," said Steve. "You'd like Tiffany then. She has massive breasts. Anyway, Tiffany is Tony's second wife that he married, after his wife Elizabeth died a couple years ago of Breast Cancer. Elizabeth had a radical double mastectomy, but she still succumbed to the terrible disease. A terrible thing for me to think, but it seemed as if Tony was compensating for the loss of Elizabeth's breasts, by marrying someone with the giant boobs that Tiffany had. Not much older than his daughter, Tony must be twice Tiffany's age. Definitely, with someone as young and as voluptuously sexy as she is in his bed, he's definitely on Viagra." "Maybe Tiffany was sexually frustrated being married to Tony, which is why she was agreeable to having a gangbang and a circle jerk," said Steve. "I dunno," said Hal. "Maybe. Still, it was wrong what we did." "I tried that stuff once," said Steve. "I had a non-stop erection for four solid hours and then I got this blinding headache that lasted four hours." "If only Elizabeth knew her husband of twenty-five years married an ex-stripper, she'd be rolling over in her grave. Only, even though Tiffany dresses cheap and isn't the brightest crayon in the box of Crayolas, she's a very nice woman. A typical dumb blonde that we all love to tease, by some of the stupid things she says and questions she asks, I like her, she's fun and funny." "So, if Tony was so angry that his wife got gangbanged and gave all the guys blowjobs, what was he doing, when Ralph was hitting on Tiffany?" "Interestingly enough, Tony was flirting with Diane, Martin's wife, his neighbor from across the way, Elizabeth's, best friend. Why is the grass on the other side of the fence always greener, even when you're married to an ex-stripper, I'll never know. I just don't get it. No one is happy with who they have. With everyone eyeing one another's spouse, this Christmas dinner was turning into more than just a re-gifting party of neighbors, but a real swingers' social gathering." "Gees, I just hope when I'm your age, Hal, that I have as active a libido and sexual life as do you and your neighbors." "You haven't heard anything, yet, Steve. It gets better." "Damn," said Steve. "With Christmas music softly playing in the background, after dinner, we adjourned to the living room to open presents. Only, to enter the living room our guests had to pass beneath the Mistletoe. What was an innocent peck on the cheek or the lips in previous years, turned to deep French kissing and groping this year. Either there was something in the air, in the water, or in the wine because everyone was a bit free with their hands and their lips." "Man oh man. I'm gonna go buy some Mistletoe and hang it. I always wanted to kiss my sister and a few of my wife's friends. I've even had fantasies about my mother-in-law that--" "Anyway, as I was saying, Diane was the first to deep kiss Tony, while he felt her ample breast. Charlie kissed Ebony, Tyrone's wife, and Tyrone gave Priscilla, married to Charlie, a cute, petite blonde, a kiss she must have felt in her toes because she wrapped her arms around his neck, while he cupped her sweet ass with both hands and lifted her off the floor." "Gees, I haven't kissed my wife like that, since our Honeymoon," said Steve. "Acting as if she was playing around, I couldn't believe it when Priscilla wrapped her legs around Tyrone, as he pushed her up against the wall and humped her. I swear, if they were alone, he would have fucked her right there on the living room rug." "I don't know what I'd do if my wife behaved like that with another Dude. I don't know if I'd be jealous, excited, or a little of both," said Steve. "I don't think she's ever fooled around on me but--" Xmas Re-Gifting Party Turns Orgy "With not enough seating to accommodate everyone, normally I'd bring in a chair or two from another room, but Charlie volunteered to sit on the carpet. I couldn't help but notice that he was sitting across from Ebony, who chose to sit on the floor also and who was giving Charlie a flashing show of her bright, white panties. Sitting next to Tiffany, Tyrone was more preoccupied with looking down her blouse and didn't notice his wife giving Charlie a view up her short skirt." "Oh, my God. This just gets better." "I dug beneath the tree's bottom branches and started passing out gifts. This year, the gifts didn't have names on them. It was just a grab and the neighbors pointed to which gift they wanted and I'd retrieve it for them. Generally, the gifts we gave ran around twenty to thirty dollars." "Wow that's still expensive when you're giving to all those people," said Steve. "That's when I came up with the plan of re-gifting. I know it sounds deplorable, at first, but it does have its merits, especially during a recession, when none of us have any extra money to spend. When I thought more about it, I thought it was a great idea. Then, when I mentioned it at our next gathering, an informal Thanksgiving celebration, everyone loved it. They were all for it." "Re-gifting? What's that?" "Re-gifting is when a gift received from another person is rewrapped and given to someone else. Most times we don't even remember who it was that gave us the gift." "I'm sure my wife would go for that idea. She has a lot of stuff she received over the years and never even opened the box. Now, it just takes up space in our closets." "Exactly why having a re-gifting party made so much sense. The gifts, of course, are brand new in the box and never used. Sometimes it may be something that the original receiver already has and it's a duplicate. It could be something he or she doesn't want. It may be something that just isn't their style, color, or taste." "Come to think of it, I have some stuff I could re-gift, too," said Steve. "Rather than taking the time and trouble to return it to the store, most people just hang on to it and store it away. Rather than just having the gift sit in a closet or being stored down the cellar or in the attic, now, with our official, re-gifting Christmas party, it was the perfect time to get rid of all those pieces of junk received so many years ago at Christmas. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but sometimes things have a way of not working out as planned." "From what you've told me so far, I can only imagine," said Steve with a dirty laugh. "Once we started opening gifts and our neighbors recognized this gift and that gift that they gave one of us, so many years ago, well, that's when the arguing started. Everyone was yelling at one another." "Holy shit," said Steve. "You ungrateful bastard, said one of my neighbors; I don't remember which. My wife picked out that gift personally, just for you, said someone else. Who you calling an ungrateful bastard, said another one of my neighbors. I see you re-gifted the gift that I gave you last year, too, asshole. Okay, okay, everyone calm down, I said. C'mon, it's Christmas. Let me refresh everyone's drink, I said. Well, that was when the real fun started," said Hal with a laugh. "When everyone got drunk?" "You betcha," said Hal. "Suddenly, with everyone feeling a bit tipsy, something we never did at any other Christmas party, the men started getting fresh and the women were more receptive and willing than they were shocked and offended. It was as if the dark cloud of our inhibitions suddenly lifted." "Oh, boy, here comes the good part," said Steve rubbing his hands together, as if he was a fly having just landed on a piece of food. "You got that right," said Hal. "I was in the kitchen making drinks, when Gloria came in the kitchen." "Do you need a hand, Hal?" She gave me a look that made me want to give her a sexual answer, only I was too afraid to cross the line. "Sure, Gloria, I said, I can always use a hand." "Damn, Gloria sounds so hot," said Steve. "Only, I didn't know she meant giving me a hand literally. I realized what she meant soon enough, when she reached her hand over and started feeling my cock through my pants. Instantly, as if a teenager again, I had an erection. I so wanted her to unzip myself, pull out my cock, and have her blow me. Then, when she leaned into me and started kissing me, really kissing me, I couldn't help but reciprocate her intimate affection by feeling her ample breast and firm, round ass." "Oh, my God, that's so hot," said Steve. "How come stuff like that never happens to me?" "Gloria was a woman I had been lusting over for years, a woman I had watched undress and walk around her bedroom naked for months, I couldn't believe that I was making out with her. I'm the type of guy who never cheated on his wife, but when Gloria was feeling my cock through my pants and kissing me, I mean, I'm only human." "I wouldn't think twice, if a woman came on to me like that," said Steve. "I've seen you watching me undress for bed, Hal, she said. I know you're there watching me, when you light your cigarette. She shocked me by saying that. She knew that I was watching her undress and walk around the room naked, but if she knew that I was watching her, then that means that she was purposely showing me. Obviously, she wanted me to watch her and she wanted me to see her. Oh, my God. Not only was she hot but also Gloria was a striptease tease." "So what did you say, after she accused you of watching her undress?" "I did no such thing, I said embarrassed that she knew I was watching her. I don't mind, really, I don't, she said. That's why I leave the blinds open with the light on, while undressing. I like it when you watch me and when you see me naked. Do you like my body?" "Oh, my God, Hal. This is too hot," said Steve. "You're such a lucky bastard to have a neighbor like that." "I love your body, Gloria, I said. Tell me, she asked, what part of my body do you like the most? I never knew how sexy Gloria was, until she was giving me pillow talk right there in my kitchen." "So what did you tell her?" "I love your big tits, I said, your round ass, and your red pussy." "Wow." "And I love your cock, Hal, she said slowly sliding her fingers the length of my now engorged cock. I took her in my arms and kissed her, really kissed her. When I opened my eyes, my wife was standing in the doorway." "Oh, fuck," said Steve. "Just when it was getting good. I'd be fucked if my wife ever caught me cheating on her, that's for sure." "Hal! Gloria! What's going on here? Nothing, honey, I said with my face as red as the Santa hat I was wearing. We were only making drinks, Susan." "Damn, if my wife ever caught me red handed, there'd be Hell to pay," said Steve. "She divorce me and make it so that I'd never see my kid." "Nothing? Making drinks my ass, said my wife. The only think you were making is making out. Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander and two can play this game, she said turning and leaving the room." "Shit! Fuck," said Steve. What did she mean by that, two can play this game?" "Well, that's when I heard my wife's voice. Martin, she called out to my neighbor. How about a game of pool?" "Your wife plays pool? My wife won't play the game," said Steve with a laugh, "ever since I asked her to play strip pool with a couple of my friends." "See, that's the thing. My wife doesn't play pool either. She hates the game. I tried teaching her, but all she does is miscue. It was obvious to me that she wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine. She's had the hots for Martin for years." "Now that you mention it, I wonder if my wife has the hots for one of my friends," said Steve with a look of consternation. "I watched her take Martin by the hand and lead him downstairs to the family room. Even though I was having the time of my life kissing Gloria, while feeling her ass and tits through her clothes, all that I could think of was what my wife was doing downstairs with Martin. I couldn't help but think they were kissing. I envisioned him touching her everywhere I had just felt Gloria. I couldn't help but imagine Susan on her knees sucking Martin's cock, before he bent her over and fucked her." "Oh, my God. This just gets better and better, as if it's a sexy soap opera." "Never, in being married for more than 30 years, has anything happened at a Christmas party. If I knew a re-gifting party was anything like this, I would have had one years ago," said Hal with a loud laugh. "All that it took for people to get drinking, get drunk, and get amorous was to argue over receiving their gift back at a Christmas re-gifting party. That, I dare say, was the release they needed to let go and boy did they ever." "So, what did you do, when Susan took off with Martin?" "Excuse me for a moment, Gloria, I said prying my lips from her lips. I need to take drink orders. I'll be right back, I said giving her a kiss and a tickle. Hurry back, she said, while giving my erection another squeeze and gave my ass a pat." "That Gloria really does sound like a hottie." "Slowly, quietly, I crept downstairs and sure enough, Martin and Susan were going at it like dogs in heat kissing and touching one another everywhere. He had my wife's skirt up to her waist, her tits out of her bra, and his hand between her legs, while she had his cock out and was stroking him. Obviously, she was using me kissing Gloria as her excuse to have hot sex with Martin. It wouldn't surprise me if they started fucking right there on the pool table." "I don't know how I'd react, if I saw my wife French kissing another man, while stroking his cock and with him feeling her tits and pussy," said Steve. "I'd either be possessively jealous or insanely excited." "Then, when my wife looked up and saw me peeking, all set to walk downstairs and ruin her fun in the way she ruined my fun with Gloria, I figured she'd stop. Instead, before I could even move to walk downstairs, she fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth." "Fuck me," gasped Steve. "Oh, my God! I couldn't believe it. I was frozen in place watching my wife blowing Martin. To see my wife of more than 30 years sucking another man's cock made me insane with lust and excitement for her. This was outrageous. I couldn't wait to have hot pillow talk with her later." "Oh, my God! Your wife was sucking some Dude's cock? She was blowing Martin?" "Blowing him is an understatement. She wasn't just blowing him, she was sucking him off. With his hands poised behind her head and her hands hanging onto his naked ass, he was fucking her mouth. She was making all those cock sucking, slurping noises that all guys love to hear for us to imagine that the woman is having, as good of a time sucking our cock, as we are having our cock sucked. Never in my more than 30 years with her, has she sucked my cock in the way she was sucking off Martin. Well, two can play this game." "I can only imagine what you did to get even," said Steve. "The first thing I did was to take a Viagra. Then, when I returned upstairs, hoping no one would go downstairs, Tyrone, married to Ebony, was rolling all over the living room carpet making out with Priscilla, married to Charlie. Tyrone had Priscilla's blouse unbuttoned and her bra up to her shoulders, with her skirt up to her waist. With one hand between her legs, he was fondling her tits, while kissing her. Priscilla was feeling Tyrone's big, black cock through his pants. He's got a monster cock. I saw his prick, when we showered at the club. Then, with her enormous boobs bouncing up and down, Tiffany ran by me topless and laughing with Ralph in hot pursuit of her. They disappeared somewhere upstairs in one of the bedrooms." "Gees, I was so wrapped up in you, Gloria, Susan, and Martin, along with everyone else, that I forgot all about Tiffany and Ralph," said Steve with a chuckle. "It's a good thing I have a big house with 12 rooms and five bedrooms, because there were neighbors broken off in couples in every room, including the bathroom. Seeing so many naked asses, I needed a scorecard to identify who was with who." "I don't even know these people and I'm keeping the names straight," said Steve. "Susan is your wife, Tony is married to Tiffany, Ralph to Gloria, Martin to Diane, Charlie to Priscilla, and Tyrone to Ebony," said Steve smiling proudly. "I really wanted to go back downstairs to watch my wife suck off Martin, I so wanted to watch Martin cum in my wife's mouth, but Gloria grabbed me and pulled me in the master bedroom. Gees, if I though Mrs. Robinson in the Graduate was fast removing her clothes, Gloria was even faster. She didn't even give me time for the Viagra to start working, but it did, once I saw her naked and once I felt her naked body." "I loved that movie, with Dustin Hoffman, Anne Bancroft, and Katherine Ross." "Take me, Hal, she said. Do with me what you will. Eat my pussy, then fuck me, really fuck me. Fuck me hard." "Oh, my God," said Steve with a laugh. "What the Hell did you put in everyone's drinks?" "Gloria was at me pulling off my clothes and stripping me naked. I felt so used and abused. I felt like a piece of meat. I really liked the feeling," said Hal with another loud laugh. "Finally, you're going to have your way with Gloria," said Steve. "I waited a long time to fuck her. Suck my cock, first, Gloria, I said. Make me hard with your mouth, I said knowing that I needed time for the Viagra to take effect." "And did she?" "Did she? Are you kidding me? As if she was a Dyson vacuum, she took my stiff prick in her mouth and inhaled. Finally, after Gloria blew me and I gave her the fuck of her life, I got dressed and made my way away from her to check on the rest of my guests. Some host I was leaving everyone alone to their own devices. When I came downstairs from the master bedroom, Charlie was fucking Ebony on one side of the living room and Tyrone was fucking Priscilla on the other side of the living room. Then, when I went in the dining room, Tony and Diane were on the floor under the dining room table in the sixty-nine position. This little re-gifting Christmas party had turned into an orgy." "Now an orgy is something I'd love to experience, once before I die," said Steve. "Only, my wife would never go for anything like you've experienced, not in a million years." "I had to sit down. I needed a drink. I was weary from the emotional rollercoaster of this impromptu sexual orgy of a Christmas party. First with Gloria coming on to me, blowing me, and fucking me, then, with my wife blowing Martin, Tyrone with Priscilla, Charlie with Ebony, Tony with Diane, and God knows what Ralph was doing with Tiffany upstairs, I couldn't make this stuff up, if I wanted. Still wanting to go downstairs to watch my wife with Martin, figuring she'd tell me all the details with relish later, I finished my drink, before going upstairs to check on Ralph and Tiffany." "This is the craziest and sexiest story I've ever heard," said Steve. "If it wasn't all true, I'd never believe it. So, tell me about Ralph and Tiffany." "When I went upstairs and opened the door to the guest bedroom, Tiffany was on her knees giving Ralph a blowjob with Tyrone and Charlie standing on either side of her with their cocks out at the ready. Tiffany, the real pro that she is, moved from one cock to the other sucking one guy, before sucking another. Not one to turn down a free blowjob, still hard from the Viagra, I pulled my cock out, too, and Tiffany took me in her mouth next. Then, she took Tyrone and Charlie's cocks in her mouth again, before she started blowing Martin, when he sudden appeared in the room. I guess he was done with my wife. The five of us were being masturbated and sucked off by Tiffany in a circle jerk of blowjobs." "Holy shit, a circle jerk. Wow!" "That's when Tony walked in the room and all Hell broke loose. Now, you know why everyone's house is up for sale," said Hal with a laugh. "What did the wives say, when they found out that you all gangbanged Tiffany and she gave you all blowjobs?" "What did they say? What could they say, when they had a circle jerk of their own going on downstairs in the recreation room, the perfect name for what they were doing. All the women were naked and lying on the carpet between one another's legs in a circle eating one another's pussy." "Wow!" "With the embarrassment that we all shared for all that we did during that Christmas re-gifting party, after all of us being so drunk and being so out of control, no longer wanting to associate with one another, we all don't want to live here anymore." "That was a great story," said Steve. "This sounds like the perfect place for me to raise my family. Maybe some of that sexy Christmas spirit will rub off on me, my wife, and our new neighbors, after all these homes sell." Xmas Shelter I am a systems and procedures analyst and a damn good one. Now, I know you are thinking: 'What a boring job!' Well, since I am self employed it is not really a job and also maybe not boring the way I do it. The latest system I analyzed is an illegal drug acquisition and processing center. My analysis focuses heavily on the cash flow side of the operation. I then use the information gained from my systems analysis. When the amount of cash on hand is expected to have reached a practical maximum, I attack a weak point [actually several weak points] in the operation and, in the vernacular, 'rip off the sumbitches' for several million dollars in cash. Now you are probably asking, 'Why would a man rip off a drug dealer? He might anger the dealer and those kind of guys are not the kind you really want angry at you.' My answer is relatively simple. I like the idea of being a sort of modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the evil rich and [eventually] distributing some of the money to the poor. Also, the evil rich tend to have a hell of a lot more cash on hand than either the honest rich or the poor. However, it is observant of you that you should mention that I might leave the drug dealer and his pissed off men rather angry at me. Since I have anticipated the anger of those I left poorer and little wiser, I have equipped myself properly. I am driving a Camaro, of fairly recent vintage, although not new. The Camaro has seen some major professional modifications from what was originally provided by General Motors. The suspension is the same general thing they use in NASCAR, except that the racing boys have to follow certain rules, I do not. The engine is a 383 turbo unit, built for long distance use, rather than drag racing. As a result, the Camaro has to just do the best it can with only 728 dyno proved horsepower at 6600 RPM. There are cars that can catch my Camaro and you can see most of them racing at the Indianapolis 500. I leave the drug dealer's facility with my 'laig in the injection' as they say. I quickly outdistance the drug dealer's boys [and several law enforcement boys as well, the Camaro is fast but not all that quiet.] Once I have achieved separation, I leave the main highways and begin to use the side roads I have scouted out for my escape. I will deliver the Camaro to the garage where I had the car built and swap 'Fast Freddy' for a more civilized vehicle. Fast Freddy will then be sold by the garage to someone far away and my escape will be complete. I have run fast, far and cleverly. However, just when I am ready to really lose myself in the boondocks, a road I need is blocked with a nasty traffic accident. I do not want to try to edge past the police investigating the accident. In any case, a night's sleep will leave me in better shape to continue safely. If I do need to again outrun some of the drug lord's searchers and/or the police, I don't want to try it as tired as I am. It is Xmas eve and the malls are still crowded with last minute shoppers. I park Fast Freddie in a well lighted mall lot and stroll into the mall. [I should note here that Fast Freddie is protected by a state of the art alarm system and sports a little sign which states 'In case of emergency I dial 357.'] I wander through the mall, dodging insane little kids being chased by frantic moms. It is not too long before I see what I am looking for. My target is a fairly attractive young lady with the empty eyed stare of a woman with no family, no friends and no hope. I let her run into me, pushed by the mobs. As she clutches me to keep from falling, I ask, "Why so sad on this day?" She doesn't want to answer, but I have a light hold on her. I then say, "Come and share a bit of my good fortune!" Before she can tell me to screw off, I have gently guided her to a stand where the Sisters of Charity or something are selling egg nog with the proceeds to the two headed orphans. I secure two steaming paper cups and we sit in a semi-quiet nook with the holiday mob streaming past. We toast each other with the egg nog. We then talk. It seems that she is a long way from home and family. It is her first Xmas away from home. [Her quick glance at me tells me that this last is a fib.] If the fib is good enough for her, it is good enough for me. I tell her the same fib, except that I say it is not my first time. I also tell her that each time away from friends and family just gets worse. I can see in her eyes that I have hit close to home. With someone to talk to, she tells me more than she had intended. She works as a waitress and lives in a trailer park not too far from the mall. She found herself very lonely and had just come over to be with people and to see the bright holiday decorations. As we are close to finishing the egg nog, I smile, grab her and gently guide her through the mall. I say, "We can not leave you so sad at this time of year. I have just closed a major business deal and I have just what you need. It is good luck to share good fortune at this time of the year." We wind up in the ladies department of an upscale department store in the mall. I buy her a kit of soaps, shampoos, body lotions, that sort of thing. I also have the sales lady throw in a fancy see-through nightie. I tell her, "The fragrances will cheer you up and the nightie will continue the cheer when you wake up in the morning." I pay the rather stiff price for the goods and we walk back into the crowds. The young woman is astounded. Obviously, I am on the make, but I have just spent a couple of hundred, with no strings. Obviously, such a man is to be cultivated. We then get dinner in a restaurant in a corner of the mall where it is just possible to ignore the hustle and bustle in the aisles. Through the course of a half way decent dinner and a rather decent wine, Linda becomes quite friendly. We gradually work around to the facts that she lives in a trailer not too far from the mall and that I have driven in from out of town and have no place to stay. There is never any hard and fast agreement, we just sort of drift out to my car. We drive in my car back to her trailer. The parking space for her trailer is out of sight of the street and, better yet, it is in a dark corner where my Camaro might as well have been invisible. I park and we go into Linda's trailer. Linda wants to apply the fancy soap, shampoo, etc. so that I can tell how nice the stuff is. I tell her that I will get some 'Xmas cheer' while she does what she wants. I walk to a local package store and buy a little brandy, good brandy. When I get back, Linda is still at it. When Linda returns, wearing my gift nightie, I am seated and sipping at a brandy. A second brandy is on the kitchenette table. I get up and we embrace. I made a fuss about how good she smells, with the soap and shampoo '. . . just made for you!' A few sips of brandy, a sort of a dance to no music and we are on our way into Linda's bedroom. We place our brandy on the night stand and Linda gets into bed. I strip, and join her. Even in the dim light of the night lamp, Linda does not have the face of Miss Universe, nor the body. However, she is attractive and young enough to still have the kind of firm yet soft body that I want. While I am stripping, Linda has disposed of the panty part of the nightie and we are ready for action. Linda's experience has obviously been with boys who thought that foreplay consists of muttering "Brace yourself." I am of a different school. I begin to work on Linda's nice big tits. I gently extract them from the rather skimpy nightie and began to suck and lick them. Many women, Linda included, have a sort of direct link between their tits and their pussy. Linda's pussy begins to produce lubricant for my gently rubbing fingers. I then begin in earnest to heat the lady up. I work Linda up past the 'ready for it' stage, past the 'do me now' stage and up to the moaning and pleading for it stage. I then put Linda's legs over my shoulders and enter a hot, wet, tight young pussy. Linda is so ready by this time, that I am able to get my whole length in by the third stroke. Linda is hot and eager and the experience is incredibly erotic. I want to get Linda to multiple orgasm, but I have been too long without pussy myself. When Linda falls off the first cliff, I follow her. We then cuddle for a while. When Linda leaves for the bathroom, I have her take the nightie. I ask her to wear the whole thing back for me. Puzzled, but willing, Linda leaves. When she comes back, I make Linda pose for me in the new nightie. She is more than just willing. I then ask Linda to remove the top. She is a bit clumsy, but very eager and gets visibly turned on again. She struts back and forth for my viewing pleasure and we drink a little toast to 'The night!' I then ask Linda to remove the panty, so that I can again see what she is hiding under there. Since the panty is basically see through, the last is really not necessary for viewing. However, the process of stripping off the panty for me gets Linda so hot that she comes to me and tells me to ". . . just feel anything you like!' I really didn't get to feel too much, as my first gentle stroke of Linda's pussy gets me attacked! I am not new at this game and I cleverly impale the attacker with my cock. We fuck, side by side with Linda begging for 'more and harder!' Despite the rather short time since my last effort, the warm, very willing presence of the perfumed Linda draws me into an even better performance than the first time. We are more into each other's rhythm than the first time and I can feel her response to my thrusts. Linda orgasms twice and it could have been more. However, she is not used to this sort of thing and is near to passing out with joy. I join her second climax and shoot my cum into Linda's hot pussy. We have a little nap and a couple of large brandies. Then we shower together. This is a first for Linda and I use the experience to heat her up again. I tell her that, once we get back to bed, she will mount me and ride me ". . . like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco!" I prepare yet another brandy for me and a 'special' brandy for Linda. The brandy I prepare for Linda will insure that she will sleep late in the morning. We go back into the bedroom and a rather tired Linda sucks me erect and gives it all she has. After the previous two fucks and three shattering orgasms, Linda is not able to complete her ride. I have to catch her as she falls off me and then I fuck her to completion. I take my time and use deep, slow thrusts to bring Linda to the edge of climax and then hold her there as long as I can. The final climax is a shattering one. In the morning, an exhausted Linda sleeps like the dead, with a soft, gentle snoring. I get up quietly and shower and dress. I leave, with Linda still fast asleep in the sleep of the wicked. Just how wicked, Linda will not know until she wakes up. I leave her a small gift wrapped package I had gotten the sales clerk to slip me the night before. Inside the fancy package I leave $1,000 in $100s with a note that just says, 'A Truly Memorable Xmas!' Outside, I fire up Fast Freddie and we proceed down the now cleared back road at a completely legal speed, needing only to evade the exhausted drug dealer's boys if they stumble across me. Why did I leave $1,000? First, it is the only game in town. Second, I bought a safe harbor for a night in which some really evil people were searching for me. Third, I have two large duffle bags, filled with money, in the trunk of the Camaro. Fourth, I will soon be renting some truly high class pussy and you know what they say about never buying groceries when you are hungry. There actually is a fifth reason. When fishermen want to catch a trophy fish, they often chum the waters to set up an environment where trophy fish may be found. I have just chummed the waters. The story will spread of a mysterious stranger who came out of the night and left $1,000. The next time I need pussy, who knows if the little gesture might not provide the spark which will make another lonely evening memorable. The next time you pick up a little pussy? Well guys make a toast to the mysterious stranger who chummed the waters! Xmas Surprises at the Murphy's It was around 7pm on December 22, when my cab from the airport pulled up to the curb. An awkward nervousness rumbled in my stomach as I paid the driver then removed my suitcases and gift bags from the trunk. I paused for a moment and stood at the gate to the yard of the house were I grew up. I took a deep breath before heading up the walkway to the front door. See, my family was expecting me home on Christmas day, but I thought it would be a fun surprise to show up a few days early. I had not seen my two sisters in nearly 3 years and had only seen my parents once in that same time period. With my family living in Pittsburgh, attending a university in Los Angeles made it very difficult for me to travel back to my hometown often. In my case, with such a shortage of time and money, it made it virtually impossible. My commitment was to get my graduate degree over 3 years by working straight through with no summer breaks. So with my intense dedication to the curriculum and the hours I was putting in as an intern with a local minor league hockey team's public relations department, I found myself too busy to keep in touch with my family in any fashion. I know it is a lousy excuse, but that was my lifestyle and my family supported me on it. There were the occasional phone calls around the holidays when mom would give me an update of how my dad was still a workaholic even after retiring; how well my older sister Colleen was handling her new family life; and how my younger sister Lizzy was a menace and was going to drive mom to an early grave. Aside from the phone calls, I received an email back in July from Colleen telling me that she was pregnant again. More recently, within the past few weeks, I received a text message from Lizzy saying that mom and dad hated her and were going to kick her out. I thought she was just being dramatic, but knowing what I know now, I wish I had not ignored that text message. I approached the door with my nervous tension slightly subsided, sat my bags beside me and gave a few quick raps to the glass on the front door. I stood there clenching all the muscles in my body and breathing the steam from my nose and mouth. I had not yet fully adjusted to the extremely frigid climate that I was so accustomed to growing up. Southern California will spoil you rotten when it comes to weather. Suddenly the door cracked open a bit and I saw Colleen's eyes and smile grow as big as her face when she realized it was me. "David!" she screamed as the door flung open and she lunged out into my arms. "Hey sis, Merry Christmas!" I gave a quick peck on the cheek, then grabbed her shoulders and held her at arms length so I could get a better glance at her. "Wow, Coll, you look great." And she did. For being a 30 years old, 6 months pregnant and already a mother of 1 boy/1 girl fraternal twins, she looked fabulous. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your body is really responding great to this pregnancy." "Awe, thank you David" She said with blushing cheeks and a big smile. She took that comment as flattery because she gained nearly a hundred pounds during her pregnancy with the twins. She had a lot of problems with how her body was handling the pregnancy and was on bed rest for several months. When I left for California, she had been working extremely hard for several months after the birth to get her body back into shape. All that hard work really paid off because she looked to be back to the beautifully fit, 120 lbs woman she used to be, well, not counting the wonderful baby lump growing beneath her red Christmas sweater. "Are you sure there aren't two little ones hiding in there again?" I said with my hand placed gently on her perfectly rounded belly. "Definitely not, jerk" she replied with a smile and gave me a soft punch in the arm. "I love the shorter hair. It's very mommy-like." Running my fingers through quickly with a teasing grin on my face. "Get inside goofball, before we both catch a cold." Colleen snickered. "Wow, you really have become mom, I mean, a mom. Haven't you?" Again she gave me a punch in the arm, but a little stronger this time. Then as Colleen stepped out to reach for a few of my bags, before I could tell her to stop, I heard... "Stop right there missy. What would possess you to try to lift those?" Just then Colleen's husband Darren appeared in the doorway with two little munchkins latched to each leg. "Welcome home David" as he extended his hand and pulled me in for half a hug. "Hey kids, say hello to your Uncle Davy." The two shyly turned away, then David pried them from his legs and they ran back towards their mommy. "Hi Justin and Jamie!" I said with a slight wave towards them. "Wow, I haven't seen them since they were little babies. I can't believe how big they've gotten." "And don't worry, by the end of the night they will be biting your ankles, not mine." Darren replied as he reached for one of my suitcases and one of the gift bags. "Well I hope so, because I told Santa to bring them something extra special from Uncle David, so they better warm up to me." as I tussled the hair on their heads with both my hands. "Come on in Dave so we can get you settled and we can go downstairs to Dad's bar. Crack some beers, throw some darts and shoot the shit..." Just then Colleen punched Darren in the arm with much more force than the two nudges she gave me. "DARREN!!! You know daddy wanted that to be a surprise for David" "Sorry hun, I forgot. Got caught up in the moment. Sorry too David, but really, it's awesome. You are going to love it." Darren and I always had a good brother relationship ever since he met my sister while doing his undergrad work at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh. Darren lived in the dorms on campus, so I would go party with him and my sis any chance I could get. I got to see and experience a lot of odd and crazy things in those days, but that's a different story. They progressed into a much calmer lifestyle after getting married and having the twins...as they should have. Once through the doorway, there was the choice to go left into the living room and den area of the house, right into the dining room and kitchen area, or straight up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms were. Like a deer in headlights, I just stood there with the heavy bags pulling down on my arms. The warmth of being back in that house overwhelmed me with emotion. Then I snapped out of it... "Where's mom and dad?" Colleen swooped down and picked up both Justin and Jamie at the same time in one only-a-mother-can-do type motion. "Put your bags down. Darren will carry them up to your room for you. Mom and Dad are in the kitchen." "Thanks D." I sat the bags on the floor, gave Darren a pat on the back then headed towards the kitchen. As I turned the corner to the dining room, dad saw me from the counter in the kitchen. I held my finger to my mouth for my dad to 'shhh'. Mom was checking on the cookies she had baking in the oven, so her back was turned. I could tell she was in her typical holiday zone because the Christmas music was blaring and she was singing along. She was so much in the zone, that she did not hear the commotion of me, Colleen, Darren and the kids at the front door. I snuck up behind her and placed my hands over her eyes just as my dad said "Guess Who?". The shock of my cold hands touching her faced caused her hips to buck back very quickly right into my crotch. I didn't realize it prior, but my penis was partially erect during the moment of impacted. It wasn't an erection of sexual implications, but I guess one of the comfort of being home or maybe that of having to take a leak since getting off the plane. Either way, I was a little embarrassed and in a bit of pain. I just hope she didn't feel it. I doubled over and fell to my knees as mom spun around and realize who she just butted...literally. "OH MY GOSH, DAVID! Are you alright dear? I'm so sorry!" My mom crouched down beside me. In that motion her dressed fluttered a bit and a waft of all the wonderful scents in the kitchen rushed my face. Again, I didn't recognize it as anything sexual. It was just the smell of cookies, eggnog, and cakes and mom's sweet scent all mixed and came from beneath her dress. "I can't believe you are here days early! Did you see your beautiful niece and nephew yet?" "You ah-ight David?" dad snickered. "Yes, I'll be fine" as I got to my feet. I gave mom a big kiss on the cheek and a long strong hug. "Mom, so great to see you. Yes, I saw the kids. I can't believe how big they got." I looked over at dad and said "Nice to see you too Dad." He replied, "Beer?" "Absolutely, I'll get it." I didn't want him to know that I already found out about the bar, so I started walking towards the fridge. "No, I keep 'em downstairs now. I'll go get it. Yer mom will tell you the sleeping arrangements. Where 'r yer bags at?" "Darren took them upstairs for me, you better grab a brew for him too." Mom chimed in "We figured we will let you stay in your old room, Colleen and Darren are staying in Elizabeth's room, the kids are sleeping in with me and your father. Oh yeah, and Liz is sleeping on the couch in the living room...if that little (garbled mumbling)..." "Where is Lizzy? I haven't seen her yet?" I said with a bit of excitement. I had not seen Liz since she was a 15 years old and had just finished her freshman year of high school. I had seen a recent picture of her on her MySpace page, but it was kinda small and distorted. Her page was set to private, so I couldn't look at any of her pics and I never took the time to set up an account for me to become her MaySpace friend, and all that fun stuff. I wanted to see my little Lizzy all grown up. "She is in the living room. I told her to get off her lazy butt and do something for once. So she should be decorating the tree." Just then dad returned from the basement with three bottles of beer in his hand. He hands one to me and says "Take a minute ta relax. Then I got somethin' ta show ya down in tha basement." "Ok pops. I still need to go say hi to Lizzy." Mom leaned into me and said softly, "Fair warning, Elizabeth isn't the sweet little girl you remember. Don't let her get under your skin." There was an awkward pause and then dad chimed in. "Well, ok then. When yer ready, grab Darren and come on down." Mom had me nervous about my baby sis. What was I about to witness? Growing up, Lizzy was always a bit of a black sheep, mostly because of the age difference. She was 8 years younger than me and 12 years younger than Colleen. I was around for most of her freshman year of high school before I left for California. She was so shy and innocent back then. The few friends she surrounded herself with were just as cute and sweet as she was. I understand that she was 18 now, and needed to take pride in her womanhood, but what sort of monster could 3 more years of high school turned her into? I took a few big gulps of my beer, then headed towards the living room. As I entered, I could see the setup was very much how I remembered. A couch along the wall to the left; a fireplace on the opposite wall from the couch; a love seat positioned near the entrance of the room; and across the room near bay window, was the great big spruce Christmas tree. Lizzy was on her knees at the side of the tree placing the final bit of tinsel. She was bobbing her head up and down, sort of humming a tune, when I realized she had her mp3 player headphones in her ears. I stood there and admired the beautiful specimen that my little sis had become. She was wearing a white tubetop and a short black skirt. The tightness of her clothes complimented the tightness of her body well. Her hair was much different than the long brown locks I remembered. It was now straight, shoulder length and jet black. I noticed some sort of tribal tattoo that was exposed on her lower back. All of the sudden, that awkward nervousness returned. As I approached her, I called out her name, but she must not have heard me over the music. To avoid another shot to my privates, I decided to not sneak up on her. Instead, I picked up one of the excess plastic bulb ornaments that was sitting in the decoration box and lobbed it just over her head. "Why the fuck would...?" She snapped as she turned her head. Her face lit up brighter than the Christmas tree when she saw it was me. "Oh my God, David. It's YOU!" She sprung up, ran at me and jumped into my arms like she used to do when she was little and dad would return from long work trip. My mind didn't know how to tell my body to react to her grasp. Lizzy's firm young chest was pressed strongly against mine and her defined legs were wrapped tightly around my lower body. I kept my hands clenched in fists while I hugged her, so that my hands would not wonder inappropriately onto her bare skin. "I missed you so fucking much David..." "What's with the language?" I interrupted. "And what's this, and this, and all of these?" as I pointed to the diamond stud in her nose, the gold hoop in her eyebrow and the 10 or 12 earrings she had throughout each ear. "Oh, and this too?" as I reached around and poked my finger into her lower back. She loosened her grip on me, took a few steps back and raised both arms in the air like a supermodel. "What? You don't like the new me? Sorry, I'm not that little cutie innocent girl anymore." I would have like to seen my face in a mirror as I stared her up and down. My little sis had developed into an absolute knock out. I cleared my throat. "Lizzy, you look amazing. I didn't mean anything by it. You just look so different. So grown up." Her 5'3 frame leaned back into me as she raised one finger to my lips. "Shhh. I know. A lot has changed. A LOT!..." She slowly moved her hand down my chest and onto my belt. "Just remember, I AM grown up silly." My heart began to race. "I told dad I was just coming in to say hi to you. He wants me to look at something down in the basement." "Wait. All I have to do is place the star at the top of the tree and I am done. Can you hold the step ladder for me?" "Sure, but make it quick. Dad is waiting." She positioned the ladder at the side of the tree so she could have me look at it from the front to make sure the star was straight. As she was reaching up to place the star, the piece that holds it on the top of the tree came loose and fell to the floor. I knelt down to pick it up, and something possessed my eyes to look up. I could see directly under Lizzy's skirt, up to her little silk red panties that at the crotch read 'Ho! Ho! Ho!' in white print. She leaned back a bit, looked down at me, and with a big grin said, "Ho! Ho! Ho! David. Now hand me that damn thing." I couldn't believe she had caught me looking. My mind was in a whirlwind. Without any control my dick became fully erect. I stayed down on my knees to hide my massive boner, while Lizzy finished placing the star. To my relief, Justin and Jamie came running into the room. I was able to avoid further embarrassment by chasing after the kids on my hands and knees, acting like a doggy. After a minute or so, the erection subsided and I was able to stand up and walk out of the room. "Wait. David. Is it straight?" I barely even looked in her direction. I just replied "Lizzy, the tree looks great. Now I gotta go get Darren and meet dad in the basement." I darted towards the stairs, and was about to run up but stopped in my tracks when I heard what sounded like heavy kissing coming from the top of the steps. "Darren!" I yelled up the stairway. After about ten seconds, Darren leaned his head into the opening at the top of the steps. "What's up Dave?" "Dad wanted me and you to meet him in the basement. You know, so he can show me the surprise." "Oh yeah, right. Well, give Coll...I mean, give me 5 minutes and I will be down." He said in a huff. "K. See you down there." I walked down the stairs into the basement and even though I knew about the surprise, my eyes still widened. The bar looked amazing. I figured it would just be a small refrigerator and a rinky-dink bar that you buy at a store. I was wrong. Dad went all out. He built the entire bar himself which included a built in tap system with 3 different keg hookups. He also did all the shelving that held the glasses and liquor bottles. The bar had 8 stools in front of it, but was probably big enough to fit up to 12 people. He had a dart machine installed at one side of the basement, a foosball table on the other side, a nice little lounge area in the corner, a 42" flat screen TV mounted on the wall, and a refrigerator fully stocked with beer behind the bar. After dad gave me the quick tour and told me about how everything came about and how he built it all, Darren finally came down. "Everything ok with Colleen?" I asked with slight concern. "Oh yeah. Coll is fine." Darren gave me a quick wink while dad's head was turned. Back in his college days, that was usually his signal to me that Colleen had just given him a blowjob or they just had sex. I don't know why he felt the need to let me know that, but he usually did. Darren continued. "Dad, Colleen said she is going to lay down with mom and the kids in your room until they fall asleep. If she falls asleep too, just wake her up and send her to our room. She said they wanted to stay up and catch up with you Dave, but they are all tuckered out. It was a long day of shopping and baking and all that shit. You understand." Just then, Lizzy came bouncing down the steps, then walked over and sat down at the bar. "Bartender, scotch on the rocks. Make it a double." Lizzy jokingly barked at dad. "Liz, we're havin' guy time down 'ere. Why don't ya head back upstairs?" "Awe, but daddy, everyone else is in bed. Besides, what woman wouldn't want to hang out with the three most handsome men in Pittsburgh?" Her flattery must have been hypnotic because dad said "Ok, you can stay, but you better behave." "Ok daddy. I promise." Lizzy innocently replied. "Will the #1 daddy in the whole wide world let me have just one beer?" "I know I shouldn't, but yer mom is in bed, so....ok....one beer only. I mean it." Over the next hour or so me, Darren and Dad knocked back some beers, threw some darts and had some laughs. Lizzy kept to her word and only had the one beer, or at least as much as we could tell. She was the one grabbing beer out of the fridge for us most of the time, and she did keep running upstairs every so often. We were all a bit buzzed, so she was probably sneaking beers upstairs and guzzling them real quick. Darren had dad caught up in a conversation about a bunch of home improvement projects that him and Colleen were planning for the following spring and summer. Lizzy blurted out, "Boring! Come on David. Let's play some darts." I replied, "ok, but don't expect me to take it easy on you anymore. You're all grown up now." She just laughed and said, "That's ok. Daddy has been teaching me." As the game went on, things started to change. She had become a master of distraction. In between throws, instead of her holding the darts in her hand until her next turn, she would push them down between her cleavage. Or when I was getting ready to throw, she would stand there and adjust her top or her skirt. All I needed was a double bullseye to finish the game, but then she got me. When I was getting ready to line up my throw, she dropped one of her darts to the floor, right beside the board. When she bent over to pick it up, her skirt rose up and I notice some things I didn't notice before. One, was that those red panties she was wearing were actually a thong. Two, she had an amazing ass. Just like before, I had no control and before I knew it, I had a total hard-on. I quickly sat down on the love seat in the lounge area. Xmas Surprises at the Murphy's "Sorry, Lizzy, game over. I quit, you win." "Awe, come on. What do you mean. You are kicking my ass?" She came over and sat beside me. I quickly move my hands over my dick to hide my erection. "Is everything ok down there David?" As she stared directly at my crotch. "Yes, just a little sore. I bumped into something earlier, but I'll be fine." "Ok, just making sure." She then bounced up off the seat, ran over to say goodnight to Darren and dad. I thought I was in the clear. Then she seductively strolled back my way, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm not a naive little girl anymore David. I know that you have a hard-on right now and you did earlier too. If you want to see what other ways your little sis has grown up, then come down to the living room tonight at midnight." She stood up in front of me, held her hands together and straightened her arms, which caused her breasts to push together and look even more voluptuous than usual. "Good night David." Then she blew me a kiss and winked as she walked away and disappeared up the steps. I sat on the chair in a complete daze, or maybe it was shock, for at least five minutes. Finally I snapped out of it when I heard dad say... "David, ya gonna stay down here? Darren an' I are packin it in fer the night." "No, dad. I'm going to head up too. I've had a long day." "Ok. Night. Try to be up by 10 tomorrow. Got some stuff fer yinz ta help me with outside." As I headed upstairs, my brain could not stop replaying what Lizzy said to me. I did what I could to calm myself down and I got ready for bed. As I climbed under the covers, I glanced over at the alarm clock next to the bed. It was 11:15pm. My brain started to spin again. 'Why does Lizzy want me to come down at midnight?' 'What did she mean by what she said?' 'God, I can't believe what a hot young woman she has become.' 'Should I go down and see?' Then a bit of reality set in. 'What are you thinking, that is your little sis?' 'You need to stop thinking that way and looking at her that way. Enough is enough.' I finally convinced my mind to settle again so I shut my eyes and fell asleep. A sudden pressure in my bladder caused me to wake from a deep sleep. I lazily laid in bed staring at the ceiling, not wanting to get up, hoping to coax myself back to sleep. I was in the middle of a reoccurring dream I had been having about this big tit girl that worked at the coffee shop on campus back at school. The dream was usually quite different in detail with what occurred and how we usually ended up fucking. However, it always seemed to end with me titty fucking her whipped cream lubed chest , blowing my load into her mouth, then her spitting it into a latte that she just poured for a customer. The reoccurrence of the dream finally gave me the courage to ask her out one day, only to find out that she was engaged to one of the members of the school's football team. If anything, I think that just fueled for more intense sexual content of future dreams about her... Anyway, I digress...So there I was, laying there with a rock hard dick and no chance of returning to my deep sleep. I decided to quietly get up and make way for bathroom in hopes to not waken anyone. My room was at the far end of the hall to the left of the stairway. Between my room and the room Colleen and Darren were in, was a small room that used to be Lizzy's bedroom growing up, but dad converted to a home office. Next, at the top of the steps, was Lizzy's current bedroom, which used to be Colleen's room growing up. Then to the right of the stairs was the bathroom followed by Mom & Dad's master bedroom at the other end of the hall. I exited my room as quietly as possibly and tiptoed down the hallway as if I was a little kid trying to sneak up on Santa delivering my presents. As I approached the room that Darren & Colleen were sleeping in, I could hear the faint sound of crying or moaning. I took a few steps closer to the door and softly grabbed the knob, only to find that it was locked. I was just about to give a light knock on the door, when I heard Colleen... "Oh yeah, baby. Fuck me. Fuck that nice swollen pussy." I had to restore my balance after nearly falling into the door from the shock of what I was hearing. Darren replied... "MMM, yes momma. You like that, don't you? You love it when daddy slams his fat cock into your juicy wet cunt." I looked down to notice that I had a raging hard-on that was now pressed firmly against the door as if it was trying to get into the room on its own. "Oh yes daddy. Cum for momma. Shoot that hot load deep inside me. Fill me up. Momma wants to feel your little babies swimming deep inside her sloppy, wet, pregnant pussy. MMMM. Fuck me hard. Fill me with that hot nasty cum. Pump it all deep inside my womb." My heart started racing so fast that I feared that they would hear it beating on the door if I stood there much longer. Though I didn't want to, I slowly stepped away and continued down the hallway towards the bathroom. Once secured behind the locked door of the bathroom, I tried to collect myself by staring into the mirror. I looked down to find my cock was so hard it could have probably cut glass and there was quite a noticeable stain of precum where the end of my dick was pressing against the cotton fabric of my pajama pants. I knew I was in no condition to attempt the task I set out for, or I may have ended up pissing on the ceiling. I softly turned on the cold water and let it fill the sink about a quarter of the way. I then lowered my face into the pool of cold water until my heart rate slowed and my erection subsided. I had finally settled myself and was able to take a piss, only I was wide awake at that point. I feared walking past my sister's room again right away, so I took a detour downstairs with the plan to use one of mom's old tricks of drinking warm milk to help fall asleep. As I quietly crept towards the bottom of the stairs, I could hear movement coming from the living room. I figured it was just Lizzy tossing and turning on the uncomfortable couch. When I reached the bottom step, I noticed a flickering light, which meant the fireplace was still lit. I turned into the living room and was again startled by a faint moaning sound. I walked through the archway of the living room to find that Lizzy was not asleep on the couch, but laying on a beanbag chair in front of the fireplace. She was dressed in a red, satin, santa nightie with white fuzzy trim around the skirted bottom. She was facing my direction, but her eyes were clenched tightly shut. I could not see what exactly was in her hands because they were positioned between her legs. I figured that I had just walked in on my little sis masturbating with some sort of vibrator. Completely embarrassed, I knew I had to get out of there before she noticed me. Suddenly I heard a more intense moan and she removed her hands from between her legs to reveal one of those large, thick candy cane sticks. My jaw must have dropped to the floor when she put the candy stick to her mouth and started sucking the wet stickiness from the end. When I turned to make my quiet exit, I caused a loose board in the floor to creak. Startled, Lizzy's eyes opened, only to have a smile quickly overtake her sweet innocent face. "Oh, hey David. How long have you been standing there?" "Not long. I didn't see anything. I'm so sorry." As I stumbled over my words. "Sure you weren't. Are you enjoying the show?" "Lizzy, I swear. I didn't see anything?" "If you didn't see anything, what makes you think there was anything to see?" "I'm so sorry." Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I again turned to exit. "Wait. Don't go." Lizzy objected. "I should really get back to bed. Dad has a full day of crap for me to help him with tomorrow. I really need to..." Lizzy interrupted, "Yeah, yeah yeah. I know he does, but I think you came down here for a reason. Look, it's midnight. Right on time." Just as she said the words, the hourly bells of the miniature grandfather clock on the mantle began to chime. She was right. It was only midnight. I could of sworn it was at least 2 or 3 in the morning, but the clock showed 12 o'clock exactly. I didn't know what to do, I just stood there staring at my beautiful sister in sexy lingerie. She looked amazing. "I see your friend showed up too. I knew he would." She said with a big seductive smile on her face as she nodded towards the tented crotch of my pajama pants. Embarrassed once again, I quickly sat down on the love seat and covered up. "Don't be embarrassed David. Look at me. What do you think about your little sis now?" As she slowly ran her hands up and down her sides as if her body was on display. "You look amazing Lizzy, but you are my sister. I shouldn't be seeing you do stuff like that." "Stuff like what? I thought you didn't see anything?" She replied with a big smile. "Ummm. You know I saw you with the candy cane doing....well, you know." "You mean with this?" She picks up the candy stick from beside her and starts licking it up and down. "Yes, that." My heart started to pound in my chest. She then crawled over to me and raised the candy stick to my lips,. "Here, try it." A parted of me hesitated because I knew what she had been doing with it, but then I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and took a lick. "Mmmmm. Tastes good, doesn't it David?" It did taste good. It tasted like a candy cane. She then placed the candy stick in my hand and said, "Here, keep licking this. Get it nice and wet for me. I have a surprise for you." Hearing my hot little sister talk like that made my dick ten times harder than it already was. She reached to the floor and picked up 2 regular candy canes then used her teeth to remove the wrappers from each. "You saw my candy stick. Now I want to see yours." She placed the hooked ends of the candy canes inside the wasteband of my pants and started to pull down. She was only able to pull them down about and inch before they stopped, so I propped my self up to make it easier. Within seconds, my pants were around my ankles and my rock hard dick was inches from my sister's face. "Oh David, you are really turned on, aren't you?" Just then she used the end of the candy cane to try to scoop the pool of precum that had collected as the opening of my pisshole. "Mmmmm. You taste good." As she licked the stickiness from the end of the candy cane. She began licking the curved ends of both candy canes vigorously, getting them nice and wet. Then, with one in each hand, she hooked the candy canes around the base of my dick making a tight candy ring. She began stroking the candy canes up and down my cock, making it harder and harder with each stroke. "Mmmmm. How does that feel on your nice hard cock David?" "Oh my god Lizzy. It feels amazing." It had been nearly a year since I had any sexual contact with a women. My studies and work gave me time for hardly any sort of social life. And now to be in this extremely perverse and taboo situation, I knew I would not be able to last long. "Good. Now how about this?" Lizzy lowered her head and parted her lips as the swollen head of my dick entered her mouth. I could feel her tongue circle the tip, removing the remaining bit of precum, before her lips moved entirely down the length of my cock. As she began pumping her mouth up and down on my swollen rod, she continued the stroking motions with the candy canes. A thick sticky layer began to form along the base and shaft. I could tell the sweetness was stimulating her tongue in ways I have never felt during a blowjob. Her tongue was bouncing around like crazy with each sucking motions she made. After about 30 seconds, I couldn't hold on any longer. My hips bucked up in the air.... "Holy fuck! I'm cumming!" She positioned her lips so that they were wrapped around the head of my cock as I shot stream after stream of cum into my sister's mouth and throat. Without removing me from her mouth, she swallowed my entire load and continued to lick and suck the sweet stickiness from my softening prick. "Holy hell Lizzy. Where did you learn to do that?" I pulled her head up to get a glimpse of those beautiful green eyes. "I've had my fair share of practice. Just wait until I get my tongue pierced next month." As she stuck her tongue out at me. Then she returned her tongue to the base of my dick and started to lick and suck the candied stickiness from my balls. "Oh my god Lizzy. What are you trying to do to me?" She stopped for a moment, and without looking at me said, "Hopefully get you to not cum so quickly this time." Hearing that made my shaft go completely rigid again. She then stood up in front of me and took a step back. She pushed the straps of her nightie to the ends of her shoulders, and pulled it down until her breasts completely fell out of the satin fabric. Her tits were as perfect as any pair I had ever seen. I couldn't tell you for sure, but I would guess they were at least C cups if not D. Her nipples were about the size of a quarter, light brown with eraser sized nubs, centered perfectly in the middle of each titty. "See how much I've grown up David. Not mosquito bite bumps anymore." As she pressed her boobs together and teased each nipple with her fingers. I was completely entranced. Then her hand slid down to the fuzzy lining of the lingerie skirt and she pulled it up enough to reveal her completely shaven pussy and a tattoo of a breaking heart on her pubic area. "Look. You got my little heartbreaker all worked up." She reached down with her other hand and spread her pussy lips apart and started plucking at her clit. She was so wet, I could actually see beads of her juices running down her thigh. "I have something else for you." She reached beside the couch and pulled up an unopened beer. "No thanks Lizzy. I'm not interested in that right now." She picked up one of her socks from the floor and used it to twist the top off the bottle. "I just want to show you the things I have learned." She placed the bottle on the floor below her and squatted above it. As she lowered her body, the bottle easily began to slide right into her slick cunt. She moved her entire body up and down, taking nearly half of the bottle inside of her. I couldn't believe I was sitting there watching my little sis fuck herself with a beer bottle. It was so erotic, I had to get involved. So I slid from the loveseat to the floor in front of her and positioned my head at the level of her tits. I grabbed one in each hand and began to message the soft, ripe mounds of flesh as I took a nipple into my mouth. She slowed down her piston motion on the bottle and let out a loud moan. "MMMMM, YES!!!!" She reached down and removed the bottle from inside her and handed it to me. "Taste me David. Taste your sister's sweet cum." The bottle was dripping with Lizzy's juices. I held the bottle and licked off all of the wetness, from top to bottom and all around. Her taste was slightly bitter and tangy, but there was actually a hint of sweetness from the peppermint candy stick she was using on herself several moments earlier. When I finished licking the outside, I took a few big swigs of the beer so that not a drop of her nectar was left behind. I sat the bottle on the floor and grabbed Liz by her hand, and led her to the love seat. I knelt in front of her and leaned in to get a few more licks of sweetness from her nipples before working my tongue beyond the bunched up satin nightie and down her smooth, flat belly. After circling her naval several times, causing her to giggle and wiggle a bit, my mouth inched down to the top of her shaven mound. Lizzy pulled her knees up towards her chest but kept her legs spread apart enough to have complete access to her waiting pussy. I slid my tongue into the middle of her soaked lips and slowly worked my tongue upward until I came in contact with her slightly protruding clit. Her body jerked with anticipation as the tip of my tongue jabbed at and swirled around her nub. She grabbed a pillow from beside her and placed it firmly over her face to muffle her screams of delight. I worked my way up her thigh with soft kisses, then I looked down to notice how extremely wet she had become. She was literally dripping onto and down the front of the seat cushion, completely soaking it through. I used my fingers to spread her folds, then dove down my head down and completely covered the opening of her cunt with my mouth. I darted my tongue in and out of her rapidly, causing the pool of her juices that was gathered inside her to splash up into my mouth. I then worked my tongue all around her crotch, licking up every bit of her love syrup from her thighs and bum cheeks until I was eye to (brown) eye with her soaked butthole. Lizzy pulled the pillow from her face as I paused for a moment before plunging my tongue into her ultra tight asshole. "Holy Shit David!" She yelped before biting back down on the corner of the pillow. She let go of her knees and began to vigorously rub her pussy with one hand and grabbed a handful of my hair with the other, pulling my mouth firmly against her ass. As she tensed up and came again, her essence continued to flow down to her asshole and onto my lips and tongue. I couldn't get enough of Lizzy's flavor. She then picked up and started to lick one of the candy canes that she used to jerk me earlier. After the candy was nice and sticky, she handed it to me with a twinkle of desire in her eye. No words had to be spoken, I took the cane from her and gave it a few more licks of my own. She was so tight that I had to pinch two fingertips together at the outer muscular ring to make her butthole pucker. I was then able to slightly introduce the long end of the candy cane into her ass, but needed my tongue and her continual flow of juices to keep the candy lathered as I slowly started to cane fuck her bum. Lizzy reached her hand down and guided the entire length of the candy cane inside her and said, "David, I need you inside me. I want you to fuck my tight gooey pussy." I replied, "But I don't have a condom baby. We can't risk..." She put a finger to my mouth. "Shhhh. You don't have to worry about that. Just do it. Please!!! I need to feel you inside me now." I had to do it. I had come this far, why stop? I wanted it just as bad as she did. I grabbed her by the hand, pulled her to her feet and slipped the nightie up over her head. "Here, lay down on the beanbag. First, let me get that..." I reached to pull the candy cane from her ass. She swatted my hand away and interrupted. "No. Leave it in there. I like the way it feels." I complied as I helped her lower herself onto the beanbag. I removed my shirt and lower my body on top of hers. We kissed for a moment before I felt her hand reach down, wrap around my fully hard dick and guide me to the opening of her pussy. I slowly pushed the full length of my cock inside her, then picked up the pace with each deep stroke. Her pussy was so drenched, our slick skin slapped together with every push and sounded like our bodies applauding us for the great pleasure we were providing. I was looking down into Lizzy's lustful stare, as my sweat poured from my face onto her neck and chest. Then, all of the sudden, Lizzy's eyes widened as if a ghost appeared behind me. All of the sudden..... THWACK!!! It felt like a thousand wasps had just dive bombed their stingers into the middle of my back. "OOOOUUUUCH!!! What the..." I yelled as I pulled off Lizzy and jumped to my feet and quickly pulled up my pajama pants. "Dear Lord, save this house. What in God's name are you two doing? My Lord, save us." Mom shouted as she stood there with a look of utmost disgust on her face and a flat soled shoe in her hand. Xmas Surprises at the Murphy's She looks down at Lizzy. "You! I expect this out of you. You little harlot. Desecrating our home like this...again." Mom turned to me "But you David. I never..." She stopped as emotions overtook her and tears streamed down her face. I stepped towards her and tried to place my hand on her shoulder. She quickly slapped me away and said with pain in her voice. "Don't touch me. Get out of my sight David. I will try to overcome my disgust to deal with you later." "Sorry momma. I wasn't trying to..." "Stop! Go now! Up to your room and stay there." I grabbed my shirt from the floor and quickly made my way out of the living room towards the stairs. I caught a glimpse of mom grabbing Lizzy by her hair and pulling her to her feet. As I turned the corner to the stairway, I heard a very loud slap and mom say, "The work of the Devil is not welcome in my home. You have pushed your luck for too long. May God have mercy on your soul. You little SLUT." Then I heard another loud slap. I should have run back to the living room to the rescue of Lizzy, but I was in complete shock. I felt like I stepped outside of myself and had no more control over my body or my thoughts. I felt paralyzed from the shock until I was at my room and able to collect myself a bit. I shut and locked the door to my room, sat down at the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands as thoughts rifled through my mind... 'What the fuck was I thinking? What is everyone going to think? Mom, Dad. Nobody will ever look at me the same again. What am I going to do?' All of the sudden there was an extremely loud bang from the front door getting slammed shut. I ran to the window but could not see anyone outside. I could hear Colleen, Darren and Dad in the hallway trying to figure out what happened. I couldn't bear opening my door to explain what had happened. I then noticed outside the window, Lizzy streaking across the front lawn completely naked. I couldn't let my little sis freeze to death outside, but I couldn't risk exiting my room either. Then I remembered how back in high school, I used to sneak out of the house by going out my bedroom window onto the roof of the front porch and climbing down the pillars. I quickly grabbed some of my clothes from my suitcase and stuffed them into an overnight bag. I put on my shoes, grabbed my cell phone, wallet and a fleece blanket from my bed, then headed out the window. I dropped the bag and blanket from the roof to the ground, then quietly climbed down the porch as I used to do in my more limber days. I crept around the yard, as quietly as possible, softly whispering for Lizzy. I heard no response for several minutes, then recognized something in the shrubbery at the back corner of the house. I stepped into the shrubs and found Lizzy curled up at the base of the house shaking and crying uncontrollably. I reached down and lifted my little sis from the ground. Every inch of her skin was ice cold already. I swiftly carried her to the front of the house where I dropped the bag and blanket. I was able to get her to stand on her own while I quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her. "I gotta get you out of here Lizzy. I will take you to a hotel." As I looked into her face I could see that she received more than a few slaps from mom. There was actually a gash in her lower lip and her cheek was swollen. "Oh my god Lizzy. What did Mom do? I am so sorry. What the hell were we thinking? We shouldn't have done that? That was wrong?" Lizzy took a step back and said to me with tears in her eyes, "If you really thought that what we did was wrong, you wouldn't be out here with me. You'd be in there putting the blame on me, telling lies to try to make everything right with Mom." Lizzy was right. I didn't regret what I did, I just regretted getting caught. I thought that what we had experienced was beautiful. "You are right Lizzy. You are such an amazing young woman. We need to get away from here and I will call a cab." I scooped her up in my arms and started walking. Once we were several blocks away, I called a cab company to picks us up. We waited in between two houses to stay secluded from any cars that passed by, especially police. After about 30 minutes, the cab arrived. We climbed into the vehicle and I told the driver to take us to a specific hotel downtown. When he saw that I was in pajamas and Lizzy was wrapped in a blanket and her face was busted up, he said "Hey mister. What happened to you two? I cannot take you anywhere if you beat up on your girlfriend like that." Lizzy leaned forward, allowing the blanket to fall enough to expose her tits, and said "Hey mister. If it wasn't for this man right her, I would have been gang raped by three masked men. Now please, mind your fucking business and take us where we said." The cab became completely silent as if coasted off towards the highway. Lizzy snuggled against me, then leaned up and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I love you David. Thank you for saving my life." To be continued... I understand that the story was quite lengthy, but I am hoping it is a good basis for several other related stories. If the readers find it worthy, I have at least six other stories planned that are not as long, but stem from this story, and are told from different character's point of view. Please, your honest feedback is greatly appreciated. Xmas Wishes: How Do You Sleep BTB Author's note: Before you start reading this you should think about what you want. There are two versions of this story. Hopefully they'll come out on the same day. The version you're reading is the original version of the story. This is not a very cheerful christmas story but I like it. Mikothebaby did convince me to write a happy ending version of the story but this ain't it. At any rate. Merry Christmas to all of you. Having you read our stories is the best Christmas present ever. SS06 and mikothebaby * * * * * * I dragged my suitcase through yet another airport, marveling at the fact that the cheap Christmas decorations in this one resembled the ones at the other two airports I'd seen this week. For some reason, some genius decided that blasting Christmas songs over the airport's sound system was a good idea. Just hearing that fucking Britney Spears whining to Santa about her Christmas wish only seemed to depress me even more. One of the wheels on my suitcase was either stuck or just not rolling so I was doing more dragging than rolling it. I checked in at the counter and found that my flight would be taking off on time. That was amazing and the best news of the week which only served to show how terrible my life is. This isn't the way my life was supposed to be going. I'm pushing forty, stuck in a job that's going nowhere, involuntarily divorced and on the edge of depression. I haven't been on a date in two months, unless you count those two nights last week when I fell asleep in front of the TV with my cat. I really think they should count because it is a male cat. That makes him a member of the opposite sex. And he acts just like a man too. As soon as we were done eating he tried to cop a feel. I was half awake when I noticed that the cat got a really intense look on his face and started rubbing my left breast. Okay, I'd dropped tuna from my sandwich on it, but he was still trying to feel my tits. A cording to my life plan, I should be working on my second perfect child by now, instead of slogging my way through another airport. The holidays are the worst time to fly. I guess it's seeing all of those happy smiling faces. All of these people heading off to be with their families, while I'm just trying to put food on the table and keep the bills paid. As I sit down in the lounge to wait to be called to board my plane, I look around the boarding area. The decor looks like the decor in a hundred other similar areas. I've been doing this for so long that all airports and hotels look the same to me. I spot him out of the corner of my eye as I reach for my purse to get my phone. A guy, a few years younger than I am, smiles as he approaches me. He's probably about thirty five. I wish I'd grabbed my compact instead of the phone so I could make sure my make-up isn't smudged. But shit, he's the one smiling at me. If he didn't like what he saw, he wouldn't be grinning. Well maybe he would if he was trying to sell me something. I sit up straight and look at him as he approaches. He isn't bad looking. His hair is a light blond. I prefer dark hair on men, but I can't afford to be choosy. Actually, until he lit up when he looked at me, I'd begun to think that I was too far over the hill. He slows down a bit as he gets closer to me, so I smile. I don't give him my full thousand megawatt smile because I don't want him to think I'm desperate or a professional. I just give him the friendly version. "Hi," I say cheerfully, as he gets within speaking range. He looks at me strangely and walks right by me. As my shock wears off I notice that his smile and the way his face lit up weren't for me at all. "Did you miss me?" he asks the woman standing just behind me. "Mm Hm," she replies cheerfully. "Who was that woman who spoke to you?" she asks. "The fuck if I know," he shrugs. "Just some weird old airport woman, I guess. Let's go home so I can show you how much I missed you." "I can't wait," she gushes. "We might not make it all the way home." As the happy couple saunters away from me, I can't help but grit my teeth. I hate that bitch. Then I realized that it was just my jealousy coming to the forefront of my consciousness. She was basking in and enjoying the fact that she had a man who loved her. He loved her so much that being away from her made him long to be with her again. They'd go home and try to fuck each other's brains out. But there would be more to it than that. Their union would be one of joy and sharing. They would literally open themselves to each other and share their souls. It would be so much more than just two healthy beings slapping against each other until they released fluids. That kind of thing was very special. So maybe I was jealous of the bitch, but I didn't really hate her. In fact I used to be her and that's the problem. I knew intimately what she had and I'd give anything to get that back. The thing that almost made me cross that border into hating her was the fact that unlike me, she was smart enough to know what she had and treasure it. After they left, I looked around at the other passengers in the boarding area. A couple of them looked at me sheepishly. They'd probably seen my embarrassing little drama as it unfolded. Well, I was really fucking glad that my embarrassment and my very human mistake could bring some happiness or some entertainment to their lives. Other than seeing me embarrass myself, I was sure that none of them would have given me a second look. I guess that I was nearing the age when women developed their special powers. Apparently mine were kicking in early. Women over forty, unless they're extremely beautiful, well built or rich; all get the power of invisibility. The only ones immune to our powers are our families. Everyone else can look right at us and simply not see us. Once we get that old, young men don't consider us sex objects, and since they think about sex most of the time, we don't exist. Young women don't want to be like us, so we don't exist in their world either. Men our age all want younger women and we don't want men who are too much older than us. The funny thing is that if given the choice, the men who are older than us would mostly pick younger women too, if they could get them. The boarding area fills up quickly as the time for the flight to depart gets closer. I pull my brief case and purse closer to me as the seating area becomes more congested. I wonder about my family for perhaps the fourth time this week. What happened to us? After my parents died, we seemed to lose track of each other. I have a brother and a sister out there somewhere. I don't know their phone numbers or even where they live. Okay, that isn't totally true. My sister lives somewhere in the south. And my brother lives in prison. I'm not sure which one, though I do know that he'll be there for a long ass time. He got caught doing something with drugs. He was supposed to be the smart one too. I also have a vague memory of some aunts and I think, an uncle that are still alive, but I wouldn't even begin to know where to look. I guess what got me to thinking about all of this was that hokey assed movie that I woke up and watched one night last week when my cat was taking a break from fondling my tuna smeared tits. It was one of those movies where the spirit of Christmas gives this guy who had almost died trying to save some old lady a wish. I'm telling you it was hokey. I know that most of you are thinking that the guy asked for a Gazillion dollars, right. Not a million, not a billion, a fucking gazillion dollars, right. Enough money to buy your own country and buy enough people to live in your country too. But nope, the guy only wanted one thing. Stop me if you've seen this movie. All he wanted was to have a nice Christmas with his family, one more time. Like me, his family was scattered all over everywhere. They had their own lives and careers and kids and all of that real life normal shit. Over the years, they'd drifted apart and become strangers. They only got together when someone died and then only for the funeral and to decide who got what of the dead relative's shit. I guess in my own way I've been wondering whether or not things like that really ever happen. And if they do, do they ever happen for people like me. Because you see, more than anything else in the world I wish that I had my own Xmas wish, like that idiot in the movie. And no I wouldn't waste mine on money either. Don't get me wrong, I don't want world peace. The world's economy is already bad enough. We could use a good war about now to crank things back up. And if you're thinking I want to get my family back together again, you're out of your fucking mind. That gang of losers and freeloaders should really stay the fuck away from me if they know what's good for them. I can only think of one thing I'd wish for and strangely enough, I threw it away stupidly myself. Shit! Stupid teenaged girls who don't look where they're going should all be killed. The little bitch is as big as I am and she just tramped all over my foot and kept walking. Holy shit, she's bigger than I am. Was my ass that big when I was her age? And the little bitch didn't have the manners to even apologize. She just walked right by showing her friend a poster of some little girl she'd bought at the gift shop. Who the fuck is Justine Beaver? Oh it's Justin Bieber and he's a guy. I remember him now. We had another version of him about three or four years ago. Yep, only then his name was Jessie McCarthy. Shit, at least Jessie had a hit. What was the name of that song? Oh yeah it was called, "How do you sleep." I played that song over and over again a while ago. It helped to take the edge off of my problem. But now it really has been a year. Anyway, back to my one wish, if I had one wish. I'd wish for one chance to get back with my ex. Just like the words in that song. "It's been about a year now. Ain't seen or heard from you. I've been missing you crazy. How do you sleep?" I wondered all kinds of things about Jared. I wondered if he ever thought about me. I wondered if he missed me. I wondered if he had any regrets about the way he just threw our marriage away. If he had it to do all over again, would he have given me a second chance? Statistics say that most people are miserable after a divorce. I know that I am. But they say that even the people who wanted the divorces are unhappy. Eight out of ten of the people who go through a divorce say that if they had to do it again, they'd work harder to save their marriages. I wondered if Jared felt like that. More than anything else, I miss him at night and in the morning when I first wake up. I'm not just talking about sex, although the sex with Jared was amazing. More than anything else, I miss having that man lay down and wrap his arms around me and hold me through the night. Nothing else mattered when I was in his arms. The bills didn't matter, the job didn't matter, nothing did. Even on days when he went out for a run and just fell into bed still sweaty, I craved that man's touch. And I know he loved me. He was a really good looking guy and smart as hell, but for some reason he loved me. And like in the song, it has been almost exactly a year since I've seen him. He didn't even come to court. I never had a chance to explain or apologize or even talk to him. I can still see the look on his face. That last look haunts me to this day. I looked up as the woman behind the counter's loudspeaker distorted voice announced boarding for my flight. Like all the other robots, I shuffled listlessly into the line forming in front of the door. Despite what you see on TV or hear on the radio, chivalry is dead. Several young men leaped in front of me to get a better position in line. Okay, I know I'm not Jennifer Anniston, but is it really that manly to push your way past a woman struggling with a heavy briefcase and a purse? And if you do manage to get in line ahead of her, what do you get? The plane won't take off until all of the passengers have boarded. If you're traveling coach or economy, you won't get upgraded because you got on the plane first. They should have a special award for douche bags like that. Let's call it the DB trophy. It can be the Heisman trophy for douche bags, dick heads and assholes worldwide. I can see it now; we'll have a ceremony on ESPN or FOX. The announcer will say, "And for knocking down a forty year old woman dragging her luggage through an airport boarding line, the award goes to..." (Insert the name of dickhead here) Maybe I was just cranky at the thought of spending another holiday season alone. I really shouldn't let things like this bother me. It never used to when I was married. All I thought about back then was getting back home to Jared. Of course I traveled a lot less then too. I only went on the road if it was absolutely necessary. Now that I'm divorced, I have no reason to stay home and be depressed, so I travel more. Then again, maybe since I'm traveling so much, I get more exposure to the douche bags. As I settled into my place in line, I saw one of those exceptions. One of those guys who give us hope. There was a guy up about 8 places in line ahead of me who'd gotten there because he was standing near the door when it opened. He pulled a woman who was even older than me into line ahead of him. When the young douche bag behind him started to make a fuss about it the guy turned and glared at him. The young douche bag was so shocked that he just shut up. I think that I was more shocked than the douche bag was. I felt the weirdest tingling going from my feet all the way up the back of my neck. The man who'd stood up to the douche bags was a medium sized guy. He wasn't big by any stretch of the imagination, but not small either. He had brown hair that seemed to have a nice shine to it. His eyes were soft and brown as well. This couldn't be considered love at first site since it wasn't the first time I'd seen him. I'd seen him hundreds, make that thousands of times, both physically and in my dreams. It appeared for some strange reason, that the spirit of Christmas had heard my whining and responded. My X-mas wish was coming true. The man who'd stood up to the douche bag was my ex-husband, Jared. It was surreal, standing only a few feet away from him. On one hand, I wanted to rush over to him and hug the living shit out of him. I wanted to tell him that our year apart was over and we could get back together again and both of our lives would be better. I wanted to tell him that I understood what I'd done and I'd learned from it. Not only had I learned from it but I'd suffered from it and I'd do anything I had to do to make sure that it never happened again. On the other hand, I needed to be smarter than that. I had to look at this logically. I needed to assess the situation and not just go in half-cocked. There was bound to be some anger or resentment on his part. He might not be ready to see or speak to me yet. Looking at him, I could see that he wasn't the same old Jared. But shit, I wasn't the same old Audrey. He was thinner. I'm not sure that was a good thing. He wasn't overweight to begin with. I guess we'd both handled the depression in different ways. I spent a lot of my time lying around eating chocolate so maybe I'd gained two or fourteen pounds. And maybe my ass had spread a bit and my gut isn't quite as tight as it used to be. It was never that tight to begin with. But I hadn't gone so far that a few weeks of dieting and getting more exercise couldn't reverse the damage. Jared's depression probably had him skipping meals because he was just too tired or just didn't feel like cooking. But it wasn't just that he was thinner, he seemed to have a different mindset as well. He used to be so focused and so energetic. But now, he seemed to be more in control of both himself and his surroundings. He seemed to have matured. At the same time, he'd lost something. Maybe it was his innocence. I guess that I was probably to blame for that. He'd trusted me and loved me completely. And I'd simply been unworthy of that trust. My heart was beating like a drum. Just being this close to him again had my mind running through all types of possibilities. It had to be the spirit of Christmas. It had been just over a year and I hadn't seen or even heard about him from anyone. And now, out of nowhere he pops up. It was a sign. I was sure of it. I needed to be really careful about the way I approached him though. My track record was impeccable. I seemingly fucked up everything I touched. My life and my marriage were proof of that. I knew, X-mas wish or not, I'd only have one shot at this. As the line started moving and we boarded the plane, luck seemed to be on my side. The flight attendants seemed to be seating everyone according to their tickets. Jared was in business class like I was. And luckily for me the douche bag and his friends, as well as the old lady were all in economy. Jared seemed to also be traveling alone, which gave me another edge. More than likely no one would sit down next to him until all of the available seats had been filled by at least one person. Then the seats by the more attractive people would fill in. The seats next to people who were fat, ugly, smelly or just weird would be the last ones taken. Judging by my place in line, when I got on there should still be empty seats. I'd forgo an empty seat to sit next to Jared. As I got on the plane, I noticed the two female flight attendants looking at Jared and then at each other and nodding. As I started down the aisle, just as I got ready to dive into the seat next to Jared, the three hundred and fifty pound behemoth three passengers ahead of me, sat down next to Jared. I was crushed. I didn't know what to do. I sat down across the aisle from the budding Buddha and stewed. I was pissed beyond belief. Why the fuck would this fat asshole want to destroy my X-mas wish by sitting down next to my husband. Was this guy gay or something? I couldn't believe that the spirit of Christmas had set me up like that just to dash my hopes. Somewhere up in the clouds, the spirit of Christmas was probably laughing her ass off at me. Then things got even worse. A young woman walked down the aisle. Even I noticed her as she got on the plane. She had the long blond hair and big giant eyes and the big everything else. Big obviously fake boobs, a small high pitched voice and a habit of laughing at things that weren't remotely funny if the person who said them was male. Even the flight attendants grimaced when the bitch got on the plane. As she walked down the aisle, I noticed that the giant next to Jared had his tongue out and he was drooling. I smiled at him. He looked embarrassed that he'd been caught perving on her. "I'm surprised that you're not following her," I said. He just shrugged his shoulders and looked at me sheepishly. "Seriously," I said. "Her name is Tina and she likes big teddy bear type guys." His neck jerked around in her direction so fast I thought his head was about to pop off. I have never seen a guy that big move that fast. If the players on the Lions' defensive line could move that quickly, no quarterback in the NFL would be safe. He ran his fat ass to the back of the plane and plopped down in the seat next to Barbie so quickly it looked like he was jet propelled. I don't think his feet touched the floor more than twice in that whole distance. Boy, would he be pissed when he found out that I didn't know anything about that bimbo. I quietly settled into the seat next to my ex-husband. He had his head tilted back and his eyes closed. I don't think he'd recognized me yet. Either that or he just hadn't seen me. I was sure that over the course of a three hour flight we'd have a chance to talk. All of the seats around us filled in and I found myself smiling. Not only did I smile because my Xmas wish was on track, but I smiled because with all of the seats filled, he couldn't escape. Xmas Wishes: How Do You Sleep BTB He looked up as the flight attendants gave their usual safety procedure lecture and went over the way we were expected to conduct ourselves while on the plane. Finally, they locked the door and the plane began to taxi forward. Jared released a big breath of air. "Do I need to hold your hand?" I asked. "Are you still nervous about take offs and landings?" His head turned towards me and our eyes met. In that faction of a second, I saw him go through recognition, anger and finally resignation. "I'm fine," he said. Then he pulled out a magazine and busied himself reading it. It had been a big step, he now knew that I was there and sitting right next to him. He hadn't cursed at me or tried to get one of the flight attendants to change seats. The giant silver beer can with wings that we were sitting on gained speed and gradually lifted its bulk into the air. Even after all of the flights I've been on, I'm still astonished that something that big can propel itself through the air. The instance where we stop rolling and start flying is one of the most amazing things in the world to me. This plane, like all the others I've been on, made the transition as effortlessly as possible. We gained altitude and then executed a long sweeping bank to align ourselves in the direction of our course. The captain said a few words over the intercom that I was simply not paying attention to. The flight attendants walked up and down the aisles greeting everyone and answering questions. We hadn't been in the air for a full two minutes yet and those fembots were already annoying me. It took every bit of my self-control not to scream at them for being so God damned cheerful. Jared, on the other hand, found his magazine mesmerizing. In fact he hadn't looked up from it even once. "Can we talk?" I said out of the blue. His brown eyes looked up from his magazine at me. They scanned my face as if looking for something. Whatever he wanted to see there, I hoped to God that he'd find it. "What would be the point?" he asked. His voice was masked by neutrality. I had no idea of how he felt about talking to me. He could have been seething with anger, wincing in pain or simply totally disinterested. I just couldn't tell. "Jare, we never got a chance to talk, uhm afterwards. I never got the chance to apologize or explain. I didn't get a chance to say anything to you. We never got any form of closure. My shrink says that after a traumatic experience, both parties are in a kind of limbo until they get a chance to come face to face and express their feelings or their viewpoints on the incident to the other concerned party." He looked at me as if he didn't understand what I was saying. His look had no anger in it, only curiosity. He wasn't trying to hurt me. It was as if he simply couldn't comprehend why I'd want to talk to him or why he'd be interested in listening. "Interesting," he said. Then he turned back to his magazine. Jared always did have a way of frustrating me. In this case, he wasn't holding a conversation with me. I'd imagined this moment thousands of times over the last year. There were so many things that I wanted to say to him. I'd practiced answering any and all questions that I was sure he'd ask. I had responses to all of them and I even had answers to his responses to my questions. As usual, Jared wasn't doing what I'd expected. He not only wasn't having a conversation with me, he wasn't refusing to speak to me either. I'd been ready for him to refuse to speak to me. I had a whole speech or three prepared for handling that. Two of them included starting out with things that were outright lies just to draw him into the conversations. But Jared, with his refusing to refuse to speak, yet not actually speaking, avoided them all. He was so different from everyone I'd ever met. He was smart. He was sexy and he danced to the beat of a drummer that seemingly only he could hear. At the same time, if he liked you, he had no problems drawing you into his world and allowing you to hear that drummer and jiggle just a little bit to his unusual rhythm right along with him. Fuck, I missed that drummer. When we first got together, both of us were out of college and deep into our twenties. We'd both started our careers and were both between relationships. I met him through a friend of a friend. She liked him too but he had simply never noticed her. Guys always talk about how much they hate being locked in the friend zone. I think that we women don't know it but sometimes guys make a move on us that is totally inappropriate on purpose. They do this because they want to break out of the friend zone. The friend zone is hell to a guy. It means that he can do everything in the world for us but we're still never going to fuck him. We treat the guys in the friend zone like they're girlfriends who just happen to have dicks swinging between their legs. We can meet and totally hate other guys. We can think those guys are total assholes. But those assholes are still more likely to fuck us than the guys in the friend zone are. So sometimes those friend zone guys will grab your ass or your tits, knowing that they're destroying the friendship with us just to get out of the friend zone. To them, it's better to be an asshole that may someday get laid, than to be stuck having to listen to the details of every bad date a woman has been on, without the slightest chance of ever fucking her. Anyway, Connie was in Jared's friend zone. She would stop over to watch football with him, even though she didn't know a thing about it. While she was in his apartment, she'd accidentally spill beer all over herself and have to change into something of his. She told me once she wore one of his t-shirts with nothing on under it for a whole game and he simply didn't make a move. It was very demoralizing for her. She knew he wasn't gay, and yet there she was sitting only inches away from him with her nipples as hard as diamonds and her pussy so wet you could hear it splashing, but Jared didn't notice. Things like that are hard on a girl's ego. So she decided to fight fire with fire. She pretended that she wasn't interested in him either. She even went as far as to suggest other women that he might be interested in. She wasn't stupid enough to suggest anyone who was more attractive than she was, or anyone she thought he might like better, which was where I came in. She brought me over to a party she was hosting and introduced me to him. It was a fucked up situation, because I really wanted to help her out. But the problem was the first time I laid eyes on him, I wanted him. At that time I was twenty six years old and working as a secretary. I dated frequently but hadn't found anyone really serious. I wasn't a prude but I insisted that my dates had to take the time to get to know me before we got physical. After we talked and I heard Jared's side of the story, I realized that he was even worse than I was. He simply didn't sleep with women that he didn't really sense a connection with. If he couldn't imagine himself married to you, he simply wouldn't sleep with you. Apparently, we both passed each other's standards because less than two hours after we met, Jared dick was in me as far as he could get it. My legs were so far apart trying to pull him in me even further that I expected my hips to pop out of their sockets at any second. It felt so good that I just didn't care. I lost Connie as a friend, of course, but shit, it was all her own fault any way. In a way, Connie had insulted me. She'd only introduced me to Jared because she thought that she was prettier than I was. She also thought that she was built better than I was and she thought that I had no chance with him. It was her loss and her fault. I still laugh sometimes thinking about how she must have felt after introducing us at that party, only to see the two of us leave shortly thereafter. She must've felt really bad to leave her guests just so she could follow us back to my apartment. She waited outside for over four hours until he left, so she could run up to my apartment and confront me. I opened the door thinking that he'd forgotten something. I hadn't even bothered to put any clothes on. I still had bite marks all over my neck and his sperm running down my leg. She took one look at me and burst into tears before calling me every kind of whore and tramp she could imagine. "You're not as pretty as I am," she cried. I just nodded my head. "Your tits are too small and your ass is way too big," she screamed. I nodded my head again. "You're a whore. You fucked him on the first date. You didn't actually even go on a date." Again all I could do was nod my head in agreement with her. "What do you have that I don't?" she cried. "Well, for starters," I said. "His cum in my pussy and no intention of giving him back to you." I slammed the door in her face and ended five years of friendship. But it was also the start of my relationship and eventual marriage to Jared. He was and still is the love of my life. In those first few weeks with Jared, I quickly learned what love really was. We spent almost every possible second together. We spent a lot of that time in bed, but we also spent time getting to know each other's likes, dislikes and personality quirks as well. There were a lot of days when we'd go to bed with each other and not have sex. We'd simply lay there touching each other. After we got married, it got even more intense. Jared became consumed with making our lives together the best they could be. He bent himself over backwards trying to make and keep me happy. We saved every penny we could to buy our house. The plan was that we'd start preparing for our eventual genetically perfect nuclear children. I noticed after a while that for Jared, while we didn't have very much money coming in from our jobs above what we needed and the little bit that we could save every week, there was a double standard. Jared, denied himself even the most inconsequential things, but he'd always splurge on anything I wanted. I didn't realize what he was doing until the summer that he didn't even drive his Mustang once. That way he told me, he could save the entire cost of the car's ridiculously high insurance rates. He could also save the increased spending on gas for its powerful motor. I walked away from him shaking my head when I realized that only the week before he'd taken me out to dinner at a very expensive restaurant that I wanted to try and he'd bought me three new outfits, that I had to admit I didn't really need. It had started to sink in, that this man loved me. He hadn't married me simply because he liked fucking me. He really wanted me to be with him for the rest of his life. He was going to be more to me than the daddy figure to my kids. Jared was the missing piece of my soul. I applied for and got a position at work in the sales trainee program. After six months, I was a full- fledged salesperson. I had and fought for accounts and everything. I did notice that my sales weren't nearly as high as some of the guys'. I thought it was long term relationships with their customers or other factors like that. I listened to some of the older salesmen sometimes. I noticed that they all had ways of "Sweetening" their deals. Some of them invited their customers to parties or barbecues. Others played golf or invited their customers to go gambling. But all of those guys got the best accounts and the highest sales numbers and the best bonuses. I guess it was about 4 years ago; I'd been a sales person for about 3 years. One of my best customers was Mick Fleetwood. Mick had been one of my first accounts but he still only gave me small sales. He sometimes called some of the other salespeople for his bigger sales even though technically he was my account. Mick was 68 years old and his health was bad. His wife had died a couple of years before that and I'd gone to her funeral. I thought that we had the kind of relationship where I could ask him anything, so I did. I asked him why he gave me all of his regular day to day small order business, but deferred his big machinery sales to John Mcvie or even Lindsay Buckingham. He told me that those guys had a way of sweetening the deals for him. It turned out that those guys were getting the randy old bastard hookers. I was desperate for a bonus, so I could stay in the sales force. I really needed to do my part to help Jared save for our house. So I slept with Mick. I really didn't consider it sex. He was 68 years old. Even with Viagra he could only keep it up for about ten minutes. There was also the fact that no man alive could compete with Jared when it came to sex. We were just so perfectly matched. We fit so well together and I loved him so much. You simply couldn't compare him to anything else. After a couple of bonuses, the extra income really helped us. After a while, we bought our house and actually seemed to be doing well. Jared had gotten a couple of promotions at work and was now bringing in a lot more money. We traded in his Mustang on a newer and better Mustang. I got a new car as well. We still saved money but it was more like a rainy day fund. Finally, we began to talk about me giving up my job so we could start having kids. We figured that I'd finish out the year and then give my notice early on in the next year. I was in Chicago having dinner with one of my biggest customers. I wanted to go out on a high note. I wanted to win the highest sales award for that quarter. I'd come close several times before but neither I nor any female salesperson in the company had ever won it. After dinner, I retired to my room in the hotel with the customer. I was lying there imagining that the 60 year old guy humping away at me was Jared and we were making a baby. "Come on baby give me that juice. Make me a mommy," I said. The old fucker on me was out of breath and really didn't give a fuck what I said, as long as he got some. I could have called him Jared and he wouldn't have blinked. That was the way I got through the sex. I just closed my eyes and imagined it was Jared. Of course, it never felt as good as it did with Jared but your mind can work wonders. Only that last time, something told me to open my eyes. I did and my world ended. As my eyes focused, I noticed Jared standing there in the open doorway with several of my colleagues and my boss. He had tears running down his cheeks. I tried to push Harvey off of me. He was partially deaf and didn't realize what was going on. "No!" I screamed. "Goodbye, Audrey," said Jared. "I loved you." Even as he turned and walked away, I was pulling myself out from under Harvey's bulk. The reactions of the men still in the room, as I tried to dress and follow Jared were all markedly different. My boss was livid. He stood there turning redder and redder like an old steam furnace. He was going over the facts in his mind, almost as if he was collecting steam before he blew. The tittering expressions on the faces of my colleagues were also varying. I heard everything from, "I knew there was a reason the cunt was out selling me," to "Hey, we all have our ways of closing a deal." Just before I left the room for the bathroom I heard, "Shit, I should have been fucking her myself." Harvey was smiling and high fiving the guys. His new found studliness by far out-weighed any possible damage to his marriage. As I finished cleaning myself up and threw my clothes into a suitcase, I noticed that all of the guys with the exception of my boss, Darren, had gone. The pain and despair I'd felt finally also worked its way out of me. It came out in the form of long mournful wails and sobs. I couldn't stop crying no matter what I did. Darren was trying to explain to me how they'd come to be there. There hadn't been any kind of surveillance on me, there hadn't been an investigation. Darren had discovered that I'd already won the top salesperson award for the quarter. He'd called me to tell me and had forgotten that I was on the road. When he told Jared about the award, Jared had confessed that it would probably be my last trip, since we were going to start our family. Both Darren and Jared thought that surprising me with a cake and a little ceremony would be a great idea. Only they were the ones who ended up surprised. He told me that I should probably give Jared some time to get over his shock before I started trying to talk to him. Darren had been married and divorced three times. Wife number four seemed like she'd be the one to stick. He'd been through and seen it all. He'd even been through this once. He tried to explain to me what Jared was feeling or something like it since every person was different. He told me that tomorrow would be soon enough to try to talk to Jared. He told me to get my story straight and be prepared to be humiliated and to take a lot of shit. He told me that it would probably take some time, but that Jared and I loved each other, so he thought that if we fought hard, we could make it. He also told me that I was fired. As soon as I was done packing, I checked out and headed for the airport. My flight wasn't scheduled to leave until the next afternoon. I'd missed the last flight out that day by less than a half hour. Unfortunately, Jared had been on it. When I got back to the hotel, Harvey was sitting and drinking with the guys. I didn't go over to them, I stayed in my room crying and trying to call Jared. He never answered or returned any of my calls. My staying away from the guys didn't stop them from trying to come up to my room though. I was no longer a colleague in their eyes. I was merely a slut. There were no longer any rules of workplace conduct to prevent them from hitting on me. When I flew out the next day, I'd spent the entire night preparing for my confrontation with Jared. I was prepared to get down on one knee and kiss his ass or whatever else he wanted me to do. I expected him to have changed the locks and changed the garage codes. I tried to get into the garage first. My remote worked on the first try. I knew then that as angry as he probably was, it wasn't a deal breaker if he still allowed me access to the garage where his precious Mustang was stored for the winter. As the garage opened, my despair deepened. Jared's Mustang was not only gone, in the middle of winter with snow on the ground, which was unheard of. My car was in the garage. A lot of you won't understand what that means. Jared's car had not only never seen snow, it had never seen rain. Jared only drove that car in the summer on absolutely dry days. The underside of that car and all the rest of it was still showroom new. The car had never been washed in a car wash. He lovingly washed the car every third day, all summer no matter what. It slept all winter in a heated garage and he still washed it to keep dust off of it, even though it was covered. There was only one meaning for this message, he'd left me. Jared was gone and he wasn't coming back. I fell down crying in the garage all over again. As I sat there crying a UPS truck pulled up in front of the house. The driver got down and gave me a big package. It wasn't very heavy. I signed for the package and the driver gave me a cheerful, "Merry Christmas," and left. I knew what was in the box. It was one of Jared's Christmas presents. I'd bought him a suede and leather jacket with Mustang emblems all over it, so he could remember the stupid car even when he couldn't drive it. I noticed a lot of junk piled up in front of the house. I overlooked it as I went to the door and tried my key. It still worked, of course. I didn't know what to expect when I walked into the house. I guess I thought that maybe Jared would have gone crazy and damaged a lot of our belongings and messed up the house. I knew that things could be replaced so I was prepared. But Jared had changed the house in a way that I never expected. Xmas Wishes: How Do You Sleep BTB There wasn't a single thing out of place. Unlike the usual situation when I traveled, this time the house was as neat as a pin. As I walked through room after room, I noticed that he hadn't taken anything or at least not much. All of his clothes were gone and most of his tools. He'd taken every picture of himself and all of the ones of the two of us he'd simply cut himself out of and replaced them in the frames. If I'd expected to burn off some nervous energy cleaning while I waited for him to contact me, I was disappointed because there was nothing for me to do. It took me a while to figure out what Jared had done. He literally destroyed our home without attempting to do any damage at all. He'd turned our home into just another house, by simply taking all of the love out of it. As I looked around that house, instead of seeing all of the wonderful memories we'd built there and all of the hopes and dreams we still had of things we wanted to do there, I now saw only a big empty box to keep all of my shit in. Finally, after what seemed like forever squared, the phone rang. It was Mary, our next door neighbor. She said she'd seen lights in the house and figured that I was home. I'd known Mary for years. We met her and her husband on the day we moved in. I figured I'd let her know that Jared had left me. Maybe she'd come over to make me some coffee and console me. She'd actually called to un-invite me to the party they were having this Saturday for Christmas Eve. She called me a few choice names and told me that I deserved whatever happened to me. Obviously she'd spoken to Jared. Surprisingly, he'd asked her to look out for me and told her that I'd need a friend. I fell asleep on the couch after drinking far too much liquor. I woke up the next morning with a hell of hangover. I hadn't seen or heard from Jared in over 36 hours and I was going crazy. I wondered why he hadn't called to curse at me and call me names. Didn't he want to yell at me or at least ask me why? Later that evening the doorbell rang. I leaped up from the couch and ran to the door. As I opened it I noticed that there was a bored looking girl there on the porch. She was chewing gum and she looked at a list. She read my name off of the list. When I confirmed my identity the little bitch said, "Merry Christmas. You've been served." She handed me a thick folder of papers and smirked at me. Then she walked away still popping her fucking gum, without a care in the world. I opened the folder. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected it, especially not so fast. They were divorce papers. Jared was asking for a no fault divorce. He wanted to split everything down the middle fifty/fifty. He'd already taken half of our checking and savings. He was liquefying our investments and would send me a check soon. He'd also removed himself from my 401K plan and sent me the papers so he could remove me from his. He'd generously filed a quit claim to our house and was giving it to me. He kept his car and his jeep. I kept my car. If I signed off on it, the divorce would be final in 60 days. There was no way in Hell I'd give him up. I intended to get a lawyer and demand my day in court. I wanted to fight for my marriage with every breath I had left. I wouldn't let Jared get out of my life without me having tried my God damndest to keep him. It took seventy five days in the end, instead of sixty. You're expecting to hear that I fought for and got a meeting with him or counseling, right. None of that happened. Even my lawyer admitted that Jared had been way beyond fair. By rights, he should have made me sell the house and split the proceeds with him. I think, in a way, giving me the house was Jared's way of making me suffer even more by forcing me to remember all of the plans we'd made for our lives. I sat there alone in that house and it was torture. Everything I saw reminded me of what I'd lost. Jared is also one of those people whose absence is felt by everyone he knew. So my neighbors wasted very little time in letting me know how they felt. Less than a week after Jared had gone, I started to feel like I was a tiny island in the middle of a huge lake. I was totally isolated among people who I once thought were my friends. There was also the fact that I couldn't really swing our mortgage without him and I'd have taken a bath trying to refinance it. So I ended up selling it anyway and for a lot less than it was worth. I got another job and started trying to work my way back up the food chain. The problem is that it's really hard to find motivation when you just don't give a fuck. The new job was also in sales. For the first few months, I really didn't try very hard so I made hardly any money. I noticed that I was going through my savings at an alarming rate. The cost of my therapy sessions was also killing my bottom line. My new job had no provision for employee pensions, so I really needed to stop bleeding money from my savings account. The therapy was no help. I already knew where I'd gone wrong. I already knew what I'd lost. I'd actually lost a piece of myself. I'd given up a piece of my soul and only by getting it back would I ever be whole again. So now it's a year later. I'm fatter, less attractive and more depressed. I made a wish and it appears to be coming true but I guess I'm going to have to work for it a little bit. I don't mind though, because all I wished for was a chance. Jared is sitting next to me. He's like a life preserver in the middle of a very rough sea and I'm a drowning woman. There's no way I'm going to let him get away again. While we've been apart, I've done everything I possibly could to keep tabs on Jared. I started friendships and re-established relationships with people just to get information on how he was doing. Some of it required me to belittle myself and eat a lot of shit. Remember that bitch Connie? She was the stupid one, who gave me Jared in the first place. Connie called me about a week after Jared left me. She couldn't wait to rub it in. I had to listen to her basically call me a piece of shit. "I warned him about you from the beginning," she croaked. "You just weren't right for him. You dropped your drawers within minutes of meeting him, remember?" About twenty minutes into the conversation, I finally got what I'd been waiting for. "He really isn't doing well," she said. "You hurt him really badly. I've tried everything I can think of to get him to come out of his apartment. I've even tried to go over there and visit him, but he doesn't want to see anyone." Through my patience and her big fucking mouth, I had all of the information I needed. I knew that Jared had moved into an apartment. I also knew that he wasn't trying to date anyone and that he was having as rough a time getting over me as I was getting over him. I found out other news from other places, but Connie was always the one I could turn to when I absolutely needed to know something. She enjoyed letting me know that she knew more about my husband than I did. She loved gloating over the fact that in the end I wasn't very likely to end up with him. Unfortunately, after a while all of my information about Jared just dried up. No one seemed to know anything about him. Even Connie had to admit that she didn't know anything that was going on in his life. I'd have paid to find out even the smallest bit of information on how he was or what he was doing. Now, all of a sudden, he shows up and except for looking a little thinner and a bit more serious, he really looks good. The time apart had apparently been far kinder to Jared than it had to me. Maybe it's because his conscience is clear, while I bear the blame for ending our marriage. I looked over again at my ex-husband as the plane continued to slice through the air cutting the distance between us and our destination by miles every second. It just felt like as I watched him out of the corner of my eye that our time was dribbling away and with it any chance I might have to get him back. "How do you sleep?" I asked him out of the blue. "What?" he asked. I actually thought I saw the beginnings of a smile cross his lips. "Audrey, you always did have a knack for asking me the most off the wall questions," he said. "That was one of the things I loved the most about you. And I guess one of the things I missed the most." I was having trouble focusing when he said that. Jared obviously didn't realize how his words had me in a near swoon. I was beginning to feel the magic of the spirit of Christmas working on my behalf again. I might just pull this off. He turned in his seat and actually looked at me. His smile just lit up my entire world. Things were going so well until one of those little plastic flight attendants came into the picture. She asked him if he wanted something to drink. Okay, I know you guys are thinking that I'm blowing this out proportion, but I'm not. That bitch was cock blocking. Why do I think that? Let me give you the situation. Jared and I are both flying business class. We both get the same benefits and amenities. She walks up and leans across me offering him an unobstructed view of her cleavage to find out if he wanted a drink. Wouldn't the correct procedure be to ask BOTH of us, if we wanted a drink? And was it necessary to lean over me and put her titties in his face? The bitch also did this long before they even had the drink cart ready to bring around. She saw that Jared and I were talking. She didn't know that we already had a history together. She saw him turn around in his seat and smile at me. She just decided right then and there to shit in my corn flakes. Luckily, it didn't work. Jared just smiled at her and told her he'd wait until the cart came around so he could see what they had. She told him that she'd asked him early in case he wanted something special or something that wasn't on the menu. I asked her if EVERYONE got that opportunity and she just smiled and left without answering. So tell me, was I over-reacting? "I guess I never expected to see you again," he said, changing the subject and talking to me as if we'd never been interrupted. "But then I never expected any of what happened to happen. It was like getting kicked in the teeth. I guess in a way, it was my fault. You see, when I met you, I thought that my life was set. I never imagined that you and I wouldn't be together forever." "I never thought that either," I said. I saw a bit of anger flash across his features and he covered it up well. That was another thing about Jared. I never saw him lose his temper. Not once in all of the time we were together. So even that flash of negative emotion spoke volumes about what he'd been going through to get over me. "Jared, I love you so much, it hurts me not to be with you," I said. "I feel like a part of my soul is gone. I had to sell the house. I couldn't be there with the ghosts of us constantly reminding me that we were broken." "None of our neighbors would speak to me. I became a pariah. I tired therapy, it didn't help. Nothing helped Jared. It was as if I'd died and no one told me. I was just wandering around going through the motions of life, without realizing that I was simply no longer alive." As I said this, a single tear rolled down my cheek. I'd been trying so hard to keep myself together. I'd really thought that I was all cried out over this, but finally getting to talk about it to someone who really mattered caused all of those old emotions to surface yet again. Jared handed me a handkerchief. Damn him, it wasn't a napkin or a wet wipe or any of those things. It was a very nice, real handkerchief. Where the fuck would he get something like that these days? "Okay," he said. "I understand this from your point of view. We have this chance meeting. We haven't spoken to each other since it happened. So you see this as an opportunity for what...closure?" His eyes scanned my face and I felt as if every emotion that I'd buried, all of my hopes and dreams were open for him to see. I looked downwards and was rewarded. The floor of the plane was covered in carpet. That was good because if he told me to get down on my knees and beg him, or suck his dick, I'd do it. "So, okay Audrey, we're having this talk. You get to have the closure your therapist told you, that you needed. What's in it for me?" That was unusual. Jared had never really done anything for his own benefit before. I was beginning to see what I'd done to him. The changes in him were far deeper and yet far more subtle than I'd thought. "What do you want, Jared," I asked in a very quiet voice. I hoped against hope that he'd tell me, that he wanted ME back. "Do you know what you did to me?" he sneered. As he asked the question, I could tell I'd dredged up memories and emotions that he never wanted to visit again. He'd buried them so he simply didn't have to deal with them. In order for us to move forward, we were going to have to open that box and take a look at some truly ugly things. I guess I knew that there'd be some anger and some resentment, but I was ready to face them if he was. His voice had been loud enough that the flight attendants both looked in our direction. I could see concern on their faces as they looked at him. The looks that they gave me were far less caring. "You were my ENTIRE... FUCKING... WORLD," he spat. "Do you have any idea of how long I searched to find YOU? Do you have any idea of how SPECIAL you were to me? Every woman I'd dated before you was always like Connie. All they cared about was what they looked like. The only thing they cared about in men could all be the sum of an equation with three variables. It was like fucking romantic algebra. The first factor is what the guy looks like. The second factor is how much money he makes or has. The third is how big his dick is. You add those three up and come up with a score. If a guy is lacking in one, but above average in the other two he can still measure up." My mouth dropped open. Not because I was shocked about it, but because he'd distilled it with such brevity. He'd made it sound so simple and so mercenary but it was profoundly true. "Don't you think it's demeaning to determine a man's worth or his suitability as a mate with just three variables?" he asked. "Even those guys who try to fuck every woman they meet have higher standards than that for the women they actually intend to marry. That's one of the reasons that I never went around trying to screw every woman I had access to. I knew that I could never be with someone like Connie. She's cute and all of that, but on a deeper level, we just didn't click. So why would I waste my time on her?" "When I met you, it was different. I'm not saying that you weren't pretty, because you were. But you had some things that Connie just didn't have. I was attracted to you with my body. But my brain and my heart told me that you were the one. Within a few minutes of meeting you, I just knew it." Hearing this now from him made me want to open the door to the fucking plane and just scream out how happy I was. Of course, if I did that, the plane would depressurize and plummet into the ground killing all of the passengers, with Jared and myself among them. The only thing that would probably survive intact would be the airbags inflating that fucking flight attendant's boobs. "Audrey, Connie gave me so much shit about deciding that you were the one I wanted to be with, she told me for months that you'd do something like what you did. I never believed her. That's one of the reasons that she and I are no longer friends. After...well, after what happened between us, she tried to help me get over it. But she really wasn't a friend. All she ever did was tried to rub my face in the fact that she'd warned me about you. And she kept trying to convince me that the answer to my problems was to hook up with her. A friend doesn't try to force you to do something you're just not ready for. So Connie and I are no longer friends." "Audrey, I was depressed and just beaten down. For a long time I didn't go out at all. It was over a month before I even went back to work. I was just devastated. I mean think about it. The woman I loved, the person I thought I shared my life and my soul with was going out and fucking other guys. I walked in on you fucking a guy old enough to be your grandfather." I closed my eyes and tried to look away from him. He wouldn't let me. He reached out and gently grabbed my face and pulled me back so I was facing him. "And Audrey, it hurt me even more to know that you enjoyed it more than you did with me," he said. Both of our minds were laid bare, along with our emotions. I was visibly crying then and there was wetness in the corners of Jared's eyes as well. "Would EITHER of you like a dri..." flight attendant Barbie began before both of us cut her off. "NO!" we both shouted at the same time. Our reply was far harsher than we'd meant it to be. Everyone in our vicinity noticed it and looked at us. "We'll be landing in about an hour," said the flight attendant as she wheeled her cart to the next set of passengers. In a quieter voice, yet an angrier tone, I spoke to Jared again. "What the fuck makes you think I liked it better with him?" I asked. "Jared, you asshole, there was never anyone better than you. There was never anyone who was even as good. Just what stupid logic are you basing this bullshit on?" "Audrey," he said quietly. I could see that this was really hard for him. Even after all of this time, he was hurting as much as I was, maybe even more. "It was what you said. You were begging him to shoot his juice in you and make you a mommy. You wanted that old, fat bastard to get you pregnant instead of me." "Jared, have you lost your fucking mind?" I asked him. I looked at him thinking he was joking or being facetious. As I looked deep into those beautiful brown eyes there wasn't a hint of deceit. Jared really believed what he'd heard that day. "Jared, whenever I was with those guys, it was never about love or sex. I got all the love I needed and all the sex I needed from you. When I was with them, the only way I could go through with it was to close my eyes and imagine it was you on top of me. So I was pretending it was you that day. It was the only way to get a reaction out of me. If I didn't, I'd just lay there dry as a bone. It would be like they were fucking a blow up doll. Having sex with you was so much more than a physical act. None of them could ever come close to it." Jared's face changed again. I don't know why I expected him to be happy after hearing that but I did. His reaction was anything but happy though. It was like an explosion of pain. Maybe Jared's emotions were like a bunch of chemicals all placed on shelves in his psyche. My answers to his questions had poured some of those emotions out and obviously some of those things should never have been allowed to mix. "Then why the fuck did you do it?" he yelled. Jared's shout in the close confines of the plane echoed like a bomb had gone off. Not only the flight attendants but two men at opposite ends of the plane stood up and stared at us. I guess we knew who the Air Marshalls were after that. The flight attendants and one of the men came over to us. "Sir," said the man. "Is there a problem here? Should we arrange to have you switch seats?" "It's my fault," I said. The man looked at me dubiously. "We just need some privacy. We'll keep it down." The man looked at us suspiciously. "He's my ex-husband," I said. "We haven't spoken to each other since the divorce started. Maybe if we'd had a chance to talk then things would be different now. I guess he wasn't expecting some of my answers to his questions. I did a terrible thing to him. When we get off of this plane we may never see each other again. We'll be very quiet." He shook his head but he went back to his seat. Xmas Wishes: How Do You Sleep BTB "Jared, this was never about me being unhappy with you. You were always more than enough for me. I am one hundred percent in love with you. We had no problems between us. The problem was me. You always treated me like I was gold. Even when we didn't have any God damned money you'd wipe out our savings to buy me something that I really didn't need while you went without. I just needed to try to contribute more to our finances. I wanted to help." "I know that it was stupid. I know that it was wrong. But that money really did help us. It took some of the financial pressure off of us and we got our house a lot sooner than we would have otherwise. It didn't cost us anything and we got back..." Jared held up his hand for me to stop. He turned away from me and started looking at something on his fucking iPhone. "Jared," I said softly and rubbed his shoulder. He pulled away from me again. "Audrey, can you please just leave me alone for a while?" he asked. "I kind of need to process this." After a few minutes, I saw Jared pull out a pad and start writing something. I looked straight ahead. A few minutes later the flight attendant passed by. I grabbed her arm before she got too far away from me. She looked at me like I'd done something terrible by touching her. "May I have my drink now?" I asked as nicely as I could. "I'm sorry," she began. "But the..." "Bitch, if you don't get me a fucking drink, you'll wish you had," I said as coldly as I could muster. She nodded her head and came back a few minutes later with a selection of those small drink bottles. I took three of the vodka bottles. "You should probably put them in a glass," she said. "And we'll be landing soon." I nodded and took the glass she offered me. I sat back and looked around. Most of the passengers in my area who weren't engaged in staring out the window or talking to each other were staring at me. I really wanted to jump up and scream "BOOOO!" as loudly as I could. I didn't for two reasons. First, because I knew I'd get arrested. The Air Marshalls and the flight attendants were already sick of me and if I pushed them any further my ass was grass. And second because StangStar already used that "Boo," thing last year and probably wouldn't do that twice (and if he did, mikothebaby would just edit it out anyway). Jared was scribbling away on that pad. It was like the man was trying to write "War and Peace," in 10 minutes on a legal pad. He wouldn't even as much as look at me and there were so many things I needed to tell him. Just before the plane started to descend, he got up and went to speak to a flight attendant. He took his jacket and his briefcase with him. "Bathroom," he threw over his shoulder as he left. I saw a conversation between him and the flight attendant and the Air Marshall and then I saw him go further back in the plane. A few moments later Airplane Barbie came back and started asking everyone to replace their tray tables and anything that wasn't restrained. We were about to land. I grabbed her shoulder again and asked her about Jared. She said that he was still in the lavatory but not to worry. He'd be okay if he stayed there during the landing. I wasn't worried about him falling into the miniature toilet if that was what she thought. I was worried about our unfinished conversation. At this point my X-mas wish hadn't been fulfilled. There were so many things we needed to say to each other. Where were we? Are we going to get back together? Are we going to try to be friends? God, I needed that man back in my life. It was time for us to pick up the pieces and go forward with our lives. I was still having trouble with all of the pain and hurt he'd been carrying around with him. I mean, I guess I always knew that I loved Jared. But it just came as such a surprise to me hearing the things he said and learning the real depth of the love he had for me. I just never thought that a man could love any woman that much, let alone me. I just couldn't stop thinking it over and over again in my mind. He really loved me. ME, plain, ordinary Audrey. My betrayal had hurt him far more than I ever suspected. All this time, I'd thought that I was the one who was hurting. Maybe us getting back together would be good for both of us. The spirit of Christmas was helping two people, not one. The plane landed exactly on schedule. I looked past Jared's window seat and watched the ground come up as we landed. There in the parking lot as we flew over it, I thought I saw Jared's Mustang GT parked there. Beside me, that car was the only thing he loved. As the plane rolled to a stop, the passengers who'd all been in a hurry to get on, resumed their impatience and scurried to get off. Jared still wasn't back from the bathroom and I had so much to say to him. Maybe we could continue our conversation over dinner. I stayed in my seat as the passengers all got off. When the last person had left the plane, the flight attendant came over to me. "You have to get off of the plane now, ma'am," she said. I couldn't believe the bitch had the nerve to call me ma'am. She was acting like I was an old lady or like I was slow. "I'm waiting for my friend to get out of the bathroom," I said. She looked at me with a really concerned expression on her face and sat down next to me. God damn it. It looked like she really cared. "He never went to the bathroom," she said. There wasn't an ounce of malice or venom in her tone. She really was trying to be nice. "He asked us to let him go to sit in the back," she continued. "I guess the things you two talked about were very painful for him. He was having trouble not crying. He asked to sit right by the rear door. That's why he took all of his things with him. We'd never have allowed him to take his briefcase and belongings into the lavatory. He was the first person off of the plane." I was crushed. I started crying then, I just couldn't help myself. The flight attendant that I'd called all kinds of names the whole flight hugged me and rubbed my back. She let me cry all over her uniform. She sat there with me while I poured out the whole story of my relationship with Jared and how I'd cheated on him. She listened to me talk about how he'd found out and left me and how after a whole year apart I still couldn't face life without him. It was profoundly funny how a woman that I thought hated me turned out to be the best friend I had when I needed her the most. I couldn't remember any of those quotes about the kindness of strangers, but I was sure they all applied. Finally, when I got myself together, she smiled at me and told me that there was always tomorrow. After all, he'd never said that he didn't want to ever see me again and at least we were talking now. I also knew that he still worked in the same place, so I could find him. I realized then that the things we had to work out were far more than we ever could do in one talk. But I had hope that someday, we could work them out. As I stood up to leave, she smiled at me again and handed me the envelope she'd been holding. "He told me to give this to you," she said. She gave me a letter. It was in an envelope with the airline's logo on it. I looked at it cautiously. I turned it over in my hands as if seeing it from a different angle might change something. "Hey," she said, as I walked out of the plane. "Have a Merry Christmas. And good luck, maybe it will be good news. You know how the magic of Christmas works." I smiled back at her and nodded my head. The magic of Christmas was a good thing to consider. As I walked slowly through the airport, I saw one of those electronic signs that look like score boards. They give you all kinds of information on anything you'd want to know about your flight. This one was telling me that the luggage was just arriving at baggage claim for my flight. Apparently the flight had been on time but the luggage was late coming off the plane. I looked at my watch. Only seven minutes had passed since the plane landed. If I hurried, I could still catch Jared at the baggage claim. I looked at a map of the airport. I'd flown in and out of this airport dozens of times so I knew where I had to go. I glanced at the map to see which baggage claim area I needed to go to. I took off running as fast as my slightly flabby legs would carry me. An old man suddenly stopped right in front of me. He bent to look at something in his suitcase. I leaped OJ-like over the startled man and came down heavily on my right foot. It hurt like hell but I continued. The magic of Christmas may have indeed been active. Something was helping me. As I rounded the last corner only slightly out of breath, I stopped and scanned the large room. Just as my eyes neared the exit I saw him. I saw him as clear as day. I could even make out the despair on his face. He grabbed one suitcase off of the luggage carousel and turned towards the exit. Just as I drew in breath to shout his name, I saw his expression change. His face in that instant went from very sad to extremely happy. His eyes were focused on the doorway. He dropped the suitcase and opened his arms. They were the same arms that I so dearly missed having wrapped around me, holding my body in his loving embrace. I knew in that instant that those arms were no longer mine and they never would be again. She was younger than either of us. She was probably only twenty six or twenty seven at most. She had long dark hair and that creamy Irish skin, with just a smattering of freckles. Her long thin arms and thin but curvaceous legs told me that normally she had a very nice body. Her boobs were huge but I was sure that was because of her condition. She was very beautiful. But apparently she didn't care about things like that. All of that hair was casually tied to one side with a scrunchy. She was also very pregnant. She walked into Jared's arms like she belonged there. She acted as if my Jared was hers. He hugged her to himself as if his life depended on it and lifted her gently off the floor. She leaned her perfect chin up and their mouths meshed into one. He kissed her gently but intensely. She did that thing that women in movies did back in the forties. As she kissed him back, one of her legs folded up. I let the breath I'd drawn in to shout his name whoosh harmlessly out. Instead of calling his name, it became a forlorn moan. I slumped back against the wall after deciding to wait until they'd gone to pick up my luggage. She molded herself into his side as they walked out of the door. I hated that little bitch with a passion so intense it would make the sun seem like a fucking candle. You know how they don't let you park at the curb at airports? Maybe it was because the little bitch was pregnant, but they let her. She threw Jared the keys to his Mustang GT and I saw them drive off a few moments later, after stowing his luggage in the car's miniscule trunk. I watched the Mustang GT's dual three bar lights fade in the distance and with them went any hope of my Xmas wish coming true. The lump in my throat was so big that I was having trouble breathing. My eyes were wet from tears I had yet to shed and I knew that this cry was going to be a big one. I tried my best to compose myself because I really didn't want to break down in the airport and start bawling in front of a bunch of strangers who would only use my pain as something to talk about. I could imagine them gathered around their dinner tables with their families, talking about the crazy old woman who sat there in the airport crying her eyes out for nothing. As I shuffled into the baggage claim area the carousel was still running. There were only two suitcases still on it. One of them was mine. My ankle was beginning to really hurt. I got to the carousel just as my bag went by. I snatched at it and missed falling heavily to the floor. I heard a laugh from somewhere so I was sure that my athletic performance had been funny to someone. My ankle hurt even more. The bags went around in a huge circle and most of it was outside of the room, so I had to stand there and wait for the bag to go all the way around the circuit again. When it came back around I grabbed it and walked out through the door towards the parking lot. I asked the bag check guy at the curb when the next shuttle would come through. He told me that I'd just missed one and would have to wait about twenty minutes for the next one. I wasn't sure that I could keep it together for that long. So I decided to walk all the way to the parking lot. "Merry Christmas, ma'am," he said cheerfully. His voice sounded like the one that had laughed when I fell on my ass reaching for my bag. "Bah humbug," I replied, causing him to laugh again. By the time I'd walked all the way to my car, my ankle was throbbing. I threw my suitcase in the back seat and got in. I started the motor and turned the heat and defrosters on. Sitting there in the darkness of the car as it warmed up, I finally let all of the feelings I'd been holding in go. I sobbed long and hard. I cried not only because the spirit of Christmas had fucking lied to me, but for the fact that I'd now truly lost the only man I'd ever loved. My despair turned to anger after a while. I was pissed at the spirit of Christmas. I was pissed at Jared and I was pissed at that pregnant little cow who'd rubbed herself all over him in public. All of this Christmas shit was for the birds. It never worked out this way in any of those movies. Yeah, I'll bet it's a wonderful fucking life. I wiped my face and got ready to drive home. Before I put the car in gear, I spotted the envelope form Jared on the seat beside me. I picked it up and opened it. Two pages back and front of Jared's distinctive scrawl. Jared as usual got right to the point. There was no opening salutation, he just mentioned my name so it was clear who he was talking to and launched into his points. "Audrey, I'm sorry to do this to you, but after our conversation, I found myself in far too emotional a state to continue. In actuality we never even got to finish the conversation, but you told me too many things that required time and distance for me to process." "The first thing that you need to understand is that walking away from you was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I had no choice though because what you'd done had left me devastated. I had no idea what I'd done to cause you to stop loving me, but I knew that it had to be an immense mistake for you to go that far." "When we parted, I spent weeks in a cocoon of depression and despair, wondering why, among other things, you had never bothered to tell me the areas where I was so inadequate that you needed to seek solace in the arms of a man old enough to be your grandfather. Try as much as I could, I was unable to discern my problem. You always seemed to be happy when we were together and you always seemed to be fulfilled when we made love. I began to think that maybe you were just being nice to me or didn't want to hurt my feelings, so you looked for what you needed on the side." "For a long time, I never thought that I should even try to find anyone else. I've always told you that my requirements in a mate were very rigorous and very unique. Look at how long it took me to find you. I always told you that it was like looking through a haystack and trying to find not only a needle, but a golden needle. I never thought that I'd find that again. I need a special type of woman. I need a woman who looks at me not with her eyes but with her heart. I was very sure that I'd go through the rest of my life alone, constantly reminded of what I'd once had and had lost." "Imagine my surprise when I met Corinne. The reaction between us was very much like when I first met you. Of course, I was more cautious with her after what happened with us. But the bottom line is that I really didn't want to go through the rest of my life alone. I'm the kind of man who really is only happy when I have someone to love. As much as I tried to fight off my feelings for Corinne, they simply continued to grow. Within a few weeks we both knew that we were meant for each other." "Audrey, Corinne is not a replacement for you. She's simply another chapter in the book of my life. Her chapter will hopefully last longer than yours did, but it won't be any better or any worse for that matter, just different." "Speaking with you today brought back a lot of wonderful memories. I'm sure that had we not parted, we'd have grown old together and done all of the things we dreamed about and I'd have died a very happy man. But it simply wasn't meant to be. For a long time, I guess I'd forced myself not to even think about our time together or how or why it ended. I never for a second considered that it might not be my fault." "Speaking with you today also angered me, because I lost what was until we parted, the most important thing in my life, for nothing. Audrey, unless you were lying to me today, there was never a reason for you to do what you did. Remember back when we were together and we talked to lots of couples who'd been married for longer than we had. All of them started out struggling just as we were. In their later years, they always looked back favorably on the times they did without. They always loved talking about the times when it was the two of them against the world. As you said, what you did got us our house in a shorter period of time, but it also ended our marriage. Thinking back on it now, I'd much rather have struggled for a few more years and still been together, than had you doing what you did and losing you." "To be totally truthful, the information you gave me today was a huge weight off of my shoulders. I no longer have to worry about disappointing Corinne the way I thought I'd done you. I'm also more relieved, because Audrey, you couldn't have loved me the way I did you. The whole time that we were together the thought of being with someone else would have made me sick. It obviously didn't affect you that way since I now know that the old bastard I caught you with was neither the first, nor the only one." "In closing, I'd like to begin by answering your original question. On the plane, you asked me 'how do I sleep?' You told me that you'd been having trouble sleeping since we parted. Well Audrey, so have I. I've been having trouble sleeping for about a year now. At first it was because I missed you so much. Then it was because I was so afraid of failing Corinne the way I thought that I'd failed you. Lately it's because sleeping with a very affectionate pregnant woman is awful. She constantly moves trying to find a comfortable position with the weight of her tummy pulling her to the side. At the same time if I move away from her, she tracks me down and wraps herself in my arms no matter how uncomfortable I am. Besides that though and with the new information you gave me today, I'm sure I'm going to sleep very well from now on. No matter how uncomfortable I may be, I'll be sleeping with a woman who loves me and grades our life not on how much money we have, but on the good times we have together and the way we treat each other." "I bear you no bitterness, Audrey. And if you need closure or forgiveness, it is granted. I truly hope that you can move on with your life the way that I have. Talking to you lifted a lot of the guilt about our parting from me, because I now realize that it wasn't my fault at all. I've also realized that it was all in the past and none of it matters any more. Have a Merry Christmas, Audrey." He hadn't even bothered to sign it. I read the letter again and folded it back into its envelope and drove home uneventfully. I thought about his words all the way there. How the hell could I have let someone who loved me that much get away? Why was I angry at him? Jared hadn't done anything except everything he could for me the whole time we were together. It was my fault that we divorced, no one else's. Xmas Wishes: How Do You Sleep BTB As far as being angry at his new wife, I had no right to feel that way either. She was smart enough to grab him and appreciate him when I practically threw him away. I pulled into the parking lot outside of my crappy little town house. I walked up to my door and opened it. Another crappy night in front of my crappy TV with my perverted cat awaited me. Ho, Ho, Ho Merry fucking Christmas. I hope I wasn't out of tuna. Just after I stepped into the living room, I wondered where my cat was. Maybe like in "It's a wonderful life", the point was for me to appreciate the things I have more and take a serious look at the things I've lost. Maybe it was a case where after what I'd done there was simply no Xmas wish or Christmas magic left for me. My phone rang and I answered it. It was the kid from down the street that I'd paid to watch and feed my cat while I was away. The kid was bawling his eyes out as he told me about how he opened the door and the cat ran out of the townhouse and into the street where he was quickly flattened by a truck passing down the street. The truck never even slowed down. I sat down at my kitchen table and poured myself a really strong drink. I began to seriously think about all of those statistics concerning Holiday suicides. The end. Xmas Xcess note: This is a Group Sex stroke story. Any readable elements should be credited to DreamPilot, Vella Ms, and Hugo Sam. All the other stuff is my fault. == The thick column of hard flesh maintained a steady rhythm of lust and need as it surged past the stretched opening to her body. The slick, unyielding cock jammed its engorged head ever deeper into her churning pussy. With each demanding stroke, Cindy Forester shivered with pleasure and growing passion. She had no idea how long Ray had been kneeling between her outstretched legs hammering his flesh into her body. Maybe it had been minutes, maybe hours. It didn't matter. This wasn't the first time they had made love today. Of that, she was certain. And while she was sure they had done it before, she couldn't remember if this was the second or third, or maybe even the fourth time. That didn't matter, either. With her mind in an ever thickening fog of passion, she was certain of nothing except her husband's unending assault was rekindling her passion. Ray stopped. She opened her eyes and watched him raise her legs and position them on his broad shoulders. It was a short pause. Cindy closed her eyes and sighed as he began again, this time using smooth, deep, almost gentle strokes while squeezing and caressing her breasts. The insatiable prick stoked her growing passion into a raging inferno of hot, burning sexual need. There was a gasp, and Cindy jerked under the impact of an incredible orgasm. With a growl of possession and release, Ray made one last deep thrust into her churning pussy, then stiffened as another load was wrenched from his aching nuts. They lay locked together in the classic lover's knot while slowly re-entering the everyday world. Cindy looked up at her exhausted husband. "That was fantastic, Mr. Forester. I love this way of getting ready for the reunion, for our Xmas Xcess." # Cindy's old college gang hadn't been together since Sue's wedding. She'd been the last of the "Odd Squad" to get married. At the time, there was talk about having regular reunions. But for one reason or another, a year passed and nothing happened. Cindy decided to change that. One evening after making love, she and Ray began talking about when she was in college and they were dating. It brought to mind the good times she and her friends had back then, and made her want to see them again. After two years of college, the high school sweetheart she'd been dating for years was still the only man in her life. That summer she met Ray, and things changed, big time. With his encouragement, Jessie became her third lover. He was Ray's friend, a fellow vet, and black with a taut, compact body, a teasing, don't-give-a-shit attitude, and a dick Cindy found fascinating. The shaft was long, slender, and topped by a huge, purplish head. That made it a challenge to suck but a joy to feel reaming out her pussy. Ray was out of town the time she and Sue met Tony and his three friends at a college bar. Sue had just caught her boyfriend making love with another guy. Now she wanted to get drunk and laid. By then Cindy felt a certain commitment to Ray, but was along to look out for her friend. On that unforgettable night, Cindy managed to fondle and suck the mammoth cock of Sue's future husband while she was busy screwing his three friends. When she wore the other men out, Tony took their place. His long, thick pole vanished into Sue with one long, powerful thrust. Cindy remembered feeling both awe and envy. With Ray by her side, she would later be well-serviced by tall, lanky redheaded Bill. It happened several times while he and Robin, her short, buxom, blue-eyed blonde friend, were dating. It had all been great. But Cindy would graduate and marry Ray still wondering what it would feel like to have Tony's massive member stretching her to the max. As Cindy and Ray continued to reminisce, it occurred to her that a get-together during the holidays would be the perfect Christmas present for them both. He'd love the variety. So would she. But most of all, she hoped they'd be even closer when it was all over. When she mentioned the idea, Ray was quick to agree. He also missed their old girl friends. And if it included some more action with them, so much the better. "I suppose getting Tony's mythical tool would be the perfect birthday present for you, right?" Cindy's birthday was a few days after Christmas. She grinned and nodded. "Well get on the phone, woman, and start calling." Everyone seemed to think it was a great idea. There was, however, one very delicate issue to be resolved. Sex. Specifically, sex with each other's husbands. Everyone remembered how, back in their single days, there had been more than a little sharing of partners. The only one who hadn't gotten any extra nookie was Sue's husband Tony, although Cindy had managed to give him that jaw-stretching blowjob. The four friends cautiously felt each other out about sex. Cindy was determined to push the idea hard. She and Ray were committed to fidelity, not monogamy, and the idea of an open group swing excited her. The thought of making it with four partners was a turn on for both. Ray fantasized about Sue's exotic, Italian good looks and magnificent ass, Ann's small, athletic body, and Robin's cuddly figure and huge jugs. As for Cindy, the prospect of taking on Jessie and Bill once again, and getting to experience Tony's prodigious prick, made her pussy churn. Ann and Robin both had some initial misgivings when Cindy suggested it might be fun to share partners. "I'm not sure about all that," said Robin. "It's one thing to fool around before getting married, but this time we'd be sharing husbands, not boyfriends." After some coaxing, including a references to the size of Tony's tool, Ann and Robin agreed to talk it over with their husbands. They called back the next day. As Cindy expected, the men were all for a reunion, and the sooner, the better. It proved harder to persuade Sue. While the Odd Squad's free-love party-girl claimed to have no personal reservations, she was worried how her conservative, Italian husband would react to the suggestion. Cindy reminded her about the night they first met Tony and how he hadn't been very conservative in his van, screwing Sue's brains out in front of three other guys who'd already had a turn with her. Sue admitted that was a valid point and promised to see how he felt. Later that day, she called back, giggling. Tony had gotten so turned-on, he stopped watching a football game, pulled her down onto the couch and once again nearly fucked her brains out. Cindy laughed and said the rest of the group expected her to keep that potent pecker in top condition. # The day after Christmas, the couples meet at a picturesque lodge hidden away at the end of a lonely mountain road. It looked rustic but had a plush interior that included a full kitchen, four bedrooms, a large, paneled living room/den with a stone fireplace, and a picture window that overlooked a rugged valley. The setting was beautiful, and private. Tony had gotten the place, complete with food, booze, and a big decorated fir Christmas tree, all free. "No big deal. This guy kind of owed me a favor," he explained, with a casual shrug. No one asked for details. It didn't take long for everyone to unpack and gather in the living room. After admiring the Christmas tree and scenic mountain view from the picture window, the college friends sat and began talking about then and now. Meanwhile, the men got the fireplace going and headed for the kitchen to make drinks. Ann took it upon herself to interrupt the self-conscious chatter. "Okay, enough bullshit. We all know we're here for more than just talking about old times and how bad our husband's snore. Does anyone have an idea how to get things started?" There were nervous smiles, covert glances, and silence until Cindy spoke. "Ray and I talked about something. But first, has anyone had a change of heart? If you want to back out, now's your last chance." Sue laughed. "Are you kidding? If I backed out now, Tony would have a stroke." Ann and Robin said their mates were just as excited and admitted they were also ready. "Okay, then here's my idea," said Cindy. The plan was simple. Each wife would take a turn enjoying the unrestricted services of the other three husbands for an entire day, while her own spouse would be doing as he wished with the remaining three wives. "We'll just rotate around until everyone has had a chance to have the services of three guys at once." The four friends smiled. "Anything goes?" asked Ann. They looked at each other. "If we're going to do this thing," said Sue, "we might as well do it right." "Sue's right," said Robin. "Otherwise, we'll spend half our time coming up with a lot of bullshit rules." Ann grinned. "Okay, but I'll warn you guys, Jessie can come up with some pretty weird shit." "And you haven't?" said Sue, triggering a round of laugher. Out in the kitchen, Ray briefed Jessie, Bill and Tony about the plan. "Unless someone gets cold feet, odds are that's how it'll go down." No one questioned their wives making love with three other men; they were all too excited. When the men returned with the drinks, they learned the plan was approved and ready to go operational. A deck of cards appeared and the women cut to determine the order. Much to her delight, Cindy got the high card. It was late-afternoon, so she wouldn't have all day with the men. Her compensation was getting to go first when they were fresh. Tomorrow would be Robin and Bill's turn, followed by Sue and Tony, then Ann and Jessie. For now, the three women would serve as Ray's harem while Cindy took on their husbands. An embarrassed silence fell over the group. Nobody was sure what to do next. It ended with Ray getting up, walking over to Cindy, and pulling her up to him. "You're way overdressed." Cindy's stomach was churning and her knees were weak with excitement. Somehow, she managed to smile and give Ray a long kiss. When he stepped back, she began unbuttoning her silk blouse. When it slid off her shoulders, she gave it to Jessie, along with a smile. She'd worn no bra and now stood before her husband and six other people naked from the waist up. The blouse slipped from Jessie's fingers. Along with everyone else, he stared at her high boobs and erect nipples, then applauded. Cindy made a mock curtsey, then kicked off her shoes, unsnapped her jeans and inched them down over what she considered her too full hips until they slid to the floor. Moments later, her bikini panties joined them in a pile at her feet. A little perfume, her wedding and engagement rings, plus a nervous smile were all she now wore. Everyone cheered and clapped and tried to act non-nonchalant. Most failed. Although Cindy might find it hard to believe, their reaction was understandable. With her long dark hair, big brown eyes, creamy skin, impossibly long leg, and a body that seemed custom made for serious loving, she was a very sexy package. Cindy could feel her cheeks flush as her friends struggled to act natural while their husbands tried not to stare. When Ray first suggested this striptease as a way to break the ice, it seemed like a neat idea. Now it was over and she felt awkward. To her surprise, Ann strode over and shook a finger in Cindy's face. In her best "church lady" voice, she hissed, "You should be ashamed of yourself, you brazen hussy! Just look at you, standing here buck-ass naked in front of all these folks like some old common slut. And that's just plain deceitful. 'Cause judging from the way these bug-eyed dudes are gawking, nothing's common about you." The room filled with the sound of relieved laughter. Cindy tried not to giggle. Ann, who was struggling to keep a straight face, pointed toward an open door. "Now you can just haul that bare white ass of yours out of here and into that bedroom. I see at least three guys who look ready to take on the thankless chore of giving it just what it deserves." "Oh, I do hope so," said Cindy, batting her eyelashes. Thanks to Ann's comedy routine, her anxiety was gone. She gave her grinning friend a quick hug. The open lust on the faces of Jessie, Bill and Tony, reminded Cindy she was about to take on all of them, including Tony and his much longed for super shaft. The realization made her skin tingle and her legs grow weak as a wave of excitement swept over her. Taking a deep breath to settle her jangling nerves, Cindy picked up her drink. With a last wink at Ray, she turned and began a slow stroll toward the bedroom door. After staring speechless at her undulating ass for a moment, Jessie, Bill and Tony looked at each other's grinning faces, then hurried after her into the bedroom. What followed was even better than Cindy had imagined in her wildest dreams. She thought about Ray, and wondered he was doing as well with her three friends. But all she really cared about was that three guys were hard at work giving her more loving than she ever believed possible. Cindy's personal orgy began with her spread eagled on her back, taking on each man one at a time in an old-fashioned missionary style fuck feast. When they had first gotten into the room, the men started a good-natured debate about how to decide who would be first in the saddle. Cindy settled that issue by motioning for Jessie. Bill would be next. "Tony, I'm saving you for last," she said, giving him a big smile. It felt great when Jessie's big cock head reamed out her tingling pussy. It felt wonderful when Bill's thick shaft filled up her stretched pussy. Then it was time to feel Tony's monster meat fill up her pussy. After all Cindy's fantasies about Tony's tool, it was an effort not to yell at him to hurry as he carefully positioned himself between her outstretched legs. Her cunt still tingled from Jessie and Bill. A double load of cum oozed from her snatch and trickled down between the cheeks of her ass. She didn't notice. Tony was about to stuff his incredible cock into her pussy. Nothing else mattered. Its impressive bulk bobbed in front of her. She took the enormous head in her hand and guided it toward her steaming snatch. Tony didn't seem to mind her guidance, and Cindy savored the feel of her fingers clutching the giant sex organ. As the bulging cock head moved inside the slippery opening of her semen soaked snatch, Cindy ran her fingers up the immense length of the hard, thick shaft. The realization she was about to have every incredible inch inside her waiting cunt made her shudder with lust and anticipation. Slowly, almost cautiously, Tony began to slide his monster meat into Cindy's boiling pussy. The feel of it pushing aside the walls of her vagina and burrowing into her body was fantastic. There was a brief burning sensation when the thickest part of Tony's shaft surged past her stretched pussy lips. Cindy gasped, but she knew she wanted more. Tony hesitated. "You okay? Should I stop?" "Don't you dare stop," panted Cindy, as she twisted under his weight, trying to find a perfect position to accept more of that thick Italian salami. "I mean it, Tony. Don't you dare stop until you're in all the way. I'll be all right, I promise." Thus reassured, Tony went back to pushing deeper into her convulsing cunt. Once again Cindy groaned in agony and ecstasy as the giant cock-head sank toward the inner most reaches of her body. Once again Tony paused and withdrew a few inches. The pressure eased inside her body. Cindy reached between them and felt her pussy lips. They seemed stretched to the breaking point around Tony's thick shaft. It occurred to her that if a full term baby could come out of that opening, it was logical that Tony's cock should be able to go in. But she already felt incredibly stuffed and stretched. Could she ever accommodate the entire width and length of that awesome prick? For just a moment, she considered asking Tony to ease off. Then she moved her fingers up the shaft and discovered most of it was already inside her cunt. With a renewed determination to take it all, she took a couple deep breaths and tried to relax her body. "Okay, Tony, I want it all. Now." Tony nodded and withdrew his hammer a little more. Cindy tried to get ready for his final assault. There was a quick stab of pain followed by a sense of exhilaration as the huge cock-head reached the deepest reaches of her pussy, and then stopped. At first, Tony remained motionless, allowing them both to enjoy the sensation of his monster meat buried up to the hilt in Cindy's hot, quivering pussy. Then he began a slow pumping motion, sending shivers of erotic excitement racing through Cindy. The enormous cock seemed to own her, setting the pace as it surged in and out of her stretched snatch, quickly bringing her to a shattering climax. As Cindy's hot pussy juices splashed over Tony's nuts, he grunted, then made one last powerful lunge and released a giant load cum into her writing body. It took a few minutes for Cindy to regain her composure following the triple-header. But after finishing a much needed glass of wine, she pulled Jessie to her and began the task of sucking and licking each man's cock until all three were fully erect and ready for a second round. This time she was determined to take on all three at the same time. She straddled Tony's waist and then slid down his pole, burying it inside her straining snatch. It wasn't easy, but eventually she was able to accept Jessie's bulbous cock head into her tight ass hole. Then she pulled Bill to her and popped his smooth, tapered cock head into her mouth. Tony and Jessie developed a rhythm and were soon pounding away with hard, deep alternating strokes. The sensation was unbelievable. Climax after climax racked Cindy as the huge pricks hammered in and out of her shaking, sweating, out-of-control body. All she could do was wrap her arms around Bill's hips and hang on to him for support while continuing to suck on his engorged cock with an almost frantic urgency. Cindy couldn't remember when Tony and Jessie came. At one point, she moaned in pain as Tony made a mighty thrust up into her pulsating pussy. Then another orgasm began whipping her from head to toe. A few moments later, there was a quick stab of pain as Jessie drove forward, pounding the full length of his hammer into her burning ass, not stopping until his hips had slammed against her soft, round bottom and his giant cock head was buried deep inside her bowels. That shock triggered another climax that shook Cindy to the very core of her existence. Although overwhelmed with passion, Cindy hung on to Bill for support and continued to suck more and more of his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her ravenous mouth. Cindy's mind was a haze of lust and passion. She was aware of nothing besides the burning pokers buried deep inside her boiling pussy and ass plus the big boner in her mouth. Then Bill's body stiffened. Before she could react, he lunged forward, driving the entire length of his shaft into her mouth, pushing the cock-head into her throat. Cindy started to gag and instinctively pulled back. A torrent of hot, thick cum gushed out of Bill's cock head and flooded her mouth. An ocean of cum flooded her mouth, poured out over her lips, flowed down her chin. She grabbed the base of Bill's cock and squeezed hard. The gusher slowed to a trickle. After catching her breath, she managed to swallow most of the cum still in her mouth. Having regained control, she released the pressure on Bill's shaft. Another load of cum burst into her mouth. This time she was able to handle the onslaught, drinking down his remaining supply while gently pumping the shaft and kneading his nuts, trying to milk out every drop of his thick, salty semen.