0 comments/ 47660 views/ 1 favorites The Special Gifts By: Paul Grove "Here's a special gift that I wanted to give you in private." Jordan handed his wife, Caroline, a brightly wrapped gift, "I don't think that it would have been wise to open it in front of the kids." "Oh?" Caroline had just gotten the boys into bed, not an easy task on Christmas Day. "What could it be?" "Go ahead & open it, you'll find out. " He sat down on the edge of their bed, grinning like a fool, "I think you'll like it. I know I do." "My dearest, you shouldn't have." She examined the gift, noticing that it had to be done by someone other than Jordan. He was never very adept at wrapping gifts; "God gave me you & the boys. I have more than enough." "Sweet Caroline, I'm truly a blessed individual to have such a selfless & wonderful wife & mother." He chuckled with a lustiness so unlike him, "It a gift for both of us." "Oh? What could it be?' She eyed her husband suspiciously, "More cookware?" "Kind of," he smiled mischievously, "Just for a different type of cooking." This causes Caroline to raise her eyebrow at him, causing him to laugh some more, "Go on & open it." Caroline carefully opened the package, trying not to tear the beautiful paper. She intended to reuse the paper & ribbon for another time. She was taught to be conscientious person. The Bible told her that being wasteful was sinful. She tried to live her life, as God would want her to. Reusing the paper was one her ways. She slid the box open & began to blush. Inside was antique red satin & black lace lingerie. It was a complete set with matching panties, garter belt & silk stockings. She gently ran her hands over the beautiful sexy garment. It was so wild, so alluring & suggestive. She was certain it would look great on her, accenting all of her womanly assets. She had always wanted to have such a risqué undergarment instead of her usual plain white ones. Then Caroline pulled her hands back. It was sinful to even think about wearing such an article of clothing. A good Christian woman must never involve her in a shameful act of seduction, even if it was she own husband. Sex was something that only pleasurable for men. It was an outlet for the stress that would build up in them & to produce children to carry on their names. Women weren't allowed to enjoy the act of lovemaking; only whores & harlots would enjoy such a filth thing. "W-W-What is this?" Tears filled her eyes, "Do you wish me to become a …?" "Oh, No!" Jordan jumped to his feet, pulling her close to him, "I've seen that you had admired such things. I thought that you might like something … so sexy… to wear once in awhile. I never thought that I would have offended you. I'm so terrible sorry." "I'm not offended." She spoke into his strong chest; "I'm just so confused about it." "I know & understand your concern." He kissed her forehead, "But I talked to Rev. Hitchcock about this. He told me that he had researched in one of his journals, that it couldn't be wrong to enjoy passion with one's spouse. If it was so wrong, why did he make it so pleasurable?" "Well, I guess so" "You do enjoy making love with me, don't you?" "Yes, you know I do," Caroline sniffed loudly, "But isn't…?" "Wrong? No", Jordan interrupted her, "because we love each other & since we're married, it can't be wrong." Jordan kissed her long & passionately. She truly enjoyed kissing her husband. She felt dizzy from his tender loving embrace. Her heart pounded like a snare drum, at times, she feared that the sheer excitement would cause her to burst. Her loins ached to his weight atop of her. Inside of her, filling her up. Caroline pushed him away & spoke in a breathy voice, "If you give me a few minutes, I'll go change in this gift of ours. I'll model it for you & we'll see what happens." "I would like that." They quickly kissed. Caroline scooped up the gift & her robe, heading for the bathroom to change into the lingerie. She closed the door behind. In the dark, Caroline took a moment to compose her. She usually didn't submit to anything she thought was the remotest sinful or naughty. But when she had touched the lingerie, she felt compelled to try it on. A desire to see how it would look in the risqué garment. She rubbed her hands over the garment again & again. She felt a strange warm by doing so. Before she knew it, she had disrobed, leaving her clothing on the floor, & stood nude, lightly rubbing the lingerie. Caroline switched on the light. She glanced at her nakedness in the full-length mirror. She had always felt a little bit embarrassed about looking at her body. She didn't felt comfortable doing so. At 29, she still looked great. Her breasts were shapelier after two pregnancies. Jordan loved to kiss & fondle them more. He claimed that there was more to love. She kind of enjoyed the extra attention they received, she just didn't think that it was right to feel any pleasure from that. Her hand glided over her abdomen. It was firm, not as firm as she wished, but she was exercising regularly to make her body more attractive for her husband. She didn't want to look like some of the other wives at church. Some of them were huge. No, that wasn't for her. She saw the silvery lines & telltale fleshy apron of her pregnancies. Caroline had tried many things, from toning creams to strict diets & exercise, to rid her of those embarrassing marks, but nothing work. Her buttocks were rounder, but she considered this an improvement from the flat wasteland of her teenage years. She just prayed that it wouldn't get any larger. Enough looking at herself, she silently chided. She was taking too long to change into the lingerie. No doubt Jordan was waiting for her, lying between the sheets in his pale blue pajamas with his thingie making a tent out of the sheets, wanting to cuddle & more. Sex was never that great for her. Once in awhile, she would start to feel something building inside of her, but Jordan would then grunt & exhale deeply, signaling he was done. He would roll over & be asleep within a few minutes. Caroline would lay there, frustrated. In the darkness, she would wish for more. But it was her wifely duty to willingly to submit to his needs, not hers. Caroline lifted the red & black chemise in front of her. Surprisingly, she was certain that it would fit & look great on her, accenting the good things about her body, & covering up the bad. She laid down the garment on the counter. She pulled back her naturally curly hair into a bun, tying it with a red silk ribbon. Jordan could easily reach up & pull it out, letting her long hair to flow down. This though excited her; she quickly slipped into the alluring lingerie. At once, Caroline felt a mysterious sensation overcome her. It was a warm & tingling feeling. Something like a heating pad had been place over her entire body. A heat that radiated past passed her skin into the essence of her soul. It sparked a desire in her that she had never felt before. She felt like a completely different person. Thoughts which she would have normally never entertained or acted upon, came to her freely. She eagerly craved to try some of those nasty acts upon Jordan. Carol glanced once more into the mirror. She marveled at how sexy she appeared. So completely different than she did in those boring flannel nightgowns she wore every night. No longer the plain & ordinary, but so vital & sexually appealing. She was certain that Jordan was going to just love this new change in her. She switched off the light & opened the door, sliding out as smooth as silk she was wearing. Jordan was already in bed. He was wearing his usual pale blue pajamas; he had seven pairs of them, one each night of the week. He had a novel resting on his chest & eyeglasses on his nose. He was snoring softly. Carol silently cursed herself. She had taken too long to change. Now he had fallen asleep. Desire burned inside of her, hot & fierce. It was a new & wonderful experience in her. She wasn't supposed to awaken him unless it was an emergency. Abroad smile appeared upon her face. Well, wasn't it an emergency that she wanted no needed, him to cool this fire that burn inside of her? The only thing that could extinguish this blaze was the explosive passion that is contained in him. A thought occurred to her just how to awaken him. Carol walked over to the bed. She gently lifted the glasses & book from him, careful not to wake him. She set them upon the nightstand & switched off the lamp. Darkness enveloped them. She let her eyes adjust to the dark before she continued her plan. She slowed her rapid breathing she was experiencing, she didn't want to pass out before the fun began. Carol pulled back the sheets. Her hands gingerly untied the drawstrings of the pajamas. It took a minute for her to loosen the garment, exposing him to her. She was glad that Jordan didn't like the feel of underpants during the night. He complained that they cut & bind into him while he left. It was the first time that she happy that he did. She would have surely wakened him if she had to deal with cotton briefs. She knelt before him, as if she was about to pray, but praying wasn't what she intended to happen. Her mouth watered in eagerness what she was about to do. Then, as if someone had dropped a blanket over her, it all went black. * * * * * Caroline awoke with a start. Her head throbbed painfully. It seemed as if someone had decided to play the anvil chorus inside of her head. She shut her eyes because the dim morning light seems to blaze right into her skull. "Are you okay?" Jordan whispered into her ear, "You were moaning again." "Just a headache." "I am not surprised after the way you acted last night" His breath blew across her neck, "You attacked me with such sheer … ah … abandon. I never knew that you could be so passionate. It was incredible." "Oh?" Caroline was curious. She had no memory of last night after going into the bathroom, "Did you like it?" "Goodness, yes!" he pressed his nude body against her. She could feel the heat radiating from a certain part of his body. "Could you do some more of it?" Caroline glance over at the alarm clock. It was 5:30. Thirty minutes before Jordan had to get ready for work. Occasionally, Jordan liked to make love in the morning. It usually lasted about five minutes & he was off to the shower. "What did you like the most?" Caroline asked, probing for some hint of what she did last night. "MMMM, I would have to say it was all very different & exciting. Each of the four times we made love." "Four times?" She was shocked. During their honeymoon did they make love more than once a night? "What did I do to keep you going?' "Well you said you had a great way of pumping me up. You did what only discuss before, but never tried. You did a great job at it." "You don't mean," Caroline swallowed hard. She remembered those talks, "oral?" "OH, yeah." He pressed his manhood closer to her, "It was better than I could have imagined. If I didn't know better, I would be worried that you been practicing with someone else. You were so good at it." "I was?" She felt sicken at the thought of doing such a nasty act. "Yes, you were. Don't you remember?" "Ah, sure" trying to hide the fact that she was repulsed what he was asking her to do & had done last night. "Could you do it again?" he tenderly kissed her neck, "Please." "Oh," She turned toward him. He had laid back, ready for her to start, "I'll try my best." * * * * * Caroline wept openly. She knew that Jordan was disappointed with her. She had tried to recreate the excitement that happened last night, but she failed. After a few minutes of awkwardly attempting the act, Jordan sighed in frustration. He told her that her gagging made him lost the moment. He got up & headed for the shower. It hurt her deeply that she wasn't able to do, as he wanted. It was just so vile. He made water out of there. Her mouth wasn't supposed to be there. Caroline slipped off the bed. Her legs were shaky & weak from so much activity last night. She hadn't been this bad since their wedding night. She truly wished that she could remember what had happened last night. From the feel of her abdomen & legs, she must have had that elusive thing that was only whispered among the women at church, a female orgasm. The sad part about it was that if she did, she had no memory of it. She found her flannel nightgown & got it on. She headed downstairs to make breakfast for Jordan & the boys. She prepared hotcakes & sausage for them. Before long, her sons were downstairs with smiling faces. Jordan only picked at his food, just sipped at his coffee. He seemed to be sulking. At times, she couldn't sure who was worse, him or the boys. When it came time for Jordan to leave, he only lightly kissed her forehead. He reminded her that Howard was due back in this evening. Make sure that his room was clean & ready for him. Caroline nodded. She wanted to tell him that they could try again tonight, but he left her, grabbing his lunchbox & headed toward his puck-up truck. Later, Caroline cried in the shower, not wanting to let the boys see her cry. They wouldn't understand, nor did see want them to. One day Daddy would sit them down & explain the facts of life to them, not till then. She resolved to keep herself busy around the house, so she wouldn't think about the nagging thoughts that plagued her. Why could she remember any of it? * * * * * Caroline had sent the boys, Tom & Kevin, outside to play in the chilly sun. They loved to play with dogs. They would play until they were nearly frozen or lunchtime, whichever came first. This would give her time to clean the house without them pestering her. Right now, she didn't want them bothering her. Her mind & nerves frazzled. After lunch, the boys usually laid down for a nap. Caroline thought that today she would do the same. But her mind couldn't rest. So she decided to straighten up her bedroom. It was then that she spotted the discarded lingerie. It was lying on Jordan's side of the bed, apparently thrown there in the heat of last night's passionate encounter. Why could she remember it? Caroline gingerly picked up the garments, expected it to be soiled with perspiration & other bodily fluids. But it was dry & smelled of fresh cut roses, as it had when she originally lifted it out the box. She guessed that the garment hadn't been on for long. She folds the sexy lingerie & place them back in the box. She stored the item in her sweater drawer, hoping to use the garment again soon. Maybe she'll remember it. Out of the corner of her eye, Caroline noticed that the red satin panties were still on the floor. She was certain that she had picked them up with the other items. She knelt to the floor to pick it up. As her hand touched the panties, that warm tingly sensation came over her again. She suddenly had the urge to slip off her cotton undies & slipping into the satin one. What would it hurt to just slip them on for a few seconds? She looked around to be sure that the boys couldn't see her. She closed the door. She didn't want to be interrupted. Behind the closed door, Caroline lifted the hem of her cotton housedress up above her hips. She slipped out of her white panties, dropping them to the floor. She stepped into the gloriously sensuous panties, pulling tight against her womanhood. All at once, Carol felt the cool fabric warm against her skin. A smile spread across her face. Too bad Jordan wasn't here now, she thought. He won't be leaving unsatisfied. She was sure that she could drain him dry. She giggled as she lifted off her housedress, tossing it across the room. She felt so hot at the moment. She peeled off her remaining clothing except her the red panties. The cool air felt sinfully good on her warm flesh. Carol swirled around in circles until she fell upon the bed. She giggled uncontrollably. She felt giddy from the incredible sensations she was experiencing. Her hands lightly caressed her body, stopping at the union of her legs. A wickedly delightful thought occurred to her. If Jordan wasn't here to take care of her needs. Why couldn't she do it herself? She giggled again. Why not indeed? It was her body. Didn't she have the right to take care of her needs, her wild desires? She answered her questions by slipping her right hand under the waistband of her panties, probing to find the tender flesh it was covering. Caroline suddenly bolted up from the bed. Her heart pounded fiercely. She pulled off those vile panties, tossing them across the room. She shook in repulsion of those nasty thoughts of masturbation that had entered her mind. They were vulgar & sinful. She grabbed her robe to cover her self. She felt so cold. She shivered violently from the chill that seemed to dwell in her very soul. For a brief second she thought that this chill would go away if she would only put back on those red panties. Caroline fell to her knees. She began to pray feverishly for God to give her strength to fight off these horrible demons that were attacking her moral character. She would have kept praying if Tom hadn't touched her shoulder, jarring her from her trance-like state. She had been praying for almost two hours. * * * * * Caroline tried to keep busy with every possible chore she could find to keep her mind off these horrible items upstairs. She continued to chant prayers to keep her mind filled & busy. A busy mind is a happy one, an idle mind is the Devil's toy, Rev. Hitchcock had once said in a sermon. But it wasn't enough. On four separate occasions, Caroline found herself searching for where she had thrown those panties in her room. When she did find them, she was compelled to put them On again. But Tom had interrupted her by pounding on the door wanting a cookie. Praise God that the child did. She wasn't sure what she would have done if not for the knocking on the door. Instead, Caroline gathered the lingerie & gave it to the boy to hide somewhere in the house. They weren't supposed to tell her where they had hidden it. She explained that it was a game that they were playing. The boys scampered off, giggling, to play this neat game. Once the box was out of sight, Caroline felt much better & back in control. * * * * * At 4:30 p.m., Jordan called her to tell her that the company wanted him to make an urgent run into Portland. He wouldn't be home until later tomorrow. He reminded her that Howard was going to be back by 6:00. Be sure that his room was ready. Caroline told it was already done. Jordan grunted & hung up without saying he loved her. He must still be upset with her. This saddens her. Caroline thought about Howard, their boarder. He was Jordan's friend & co-worker. They had met at Marine Boot Camp before shipping out to Vietnam back in June of 1967. They promised to cover each other's backs. This promise was what saved Jordan's life. It was a nameless village that the NVA & Vietcong & Americans had fought numerous firefights over. The village was all but destroyed. It was the spot that sealed the two men's fate. During a firefight, a grenade exploded close to Jordan, showering him with shrapnel. Howard realized that his unit was vastly outnumbered, so he calls for a helicopter evac. But until help arrived, it was up to Howard to lay down enough fire. Picking up a pair of .50 caliber machine guns with 50mm grenade launchers, the seasoned marine held back the enemy until the copters arrived & the wounded were loaded. Howard was hit eleven times as he did. Jordan owes his life to Howard. Jordan felt a strong loyalty to his friend & felt indebted. They were both sent home because of their injuries. Jordan, being an orphan, followed his friend to his hometown of Modesto, a farming town in the heart of California. They both found jobs at a trucking company at the Port of Stockton. The Special Gifts Howard was married to a fine woman, Janna, before the war. It was Janna who introduced a 16 years old Caroline to Jordan at a church social. Caroline was opposed to the war, feeling that it was better to make love, not war. But she found a kinship in the quiet veteran. With her help, Jordan gladly accepted God as his savior. They were engaged two months after they met. They would wait to get married until Caroline had finished nursing school. They were married in the summer of 1971. They bought a 5 bedroom two-story house in West Stockton. Jordan had saved all of his money to make a huge down payment on the house. They agreed to start a family right away. About a year ago, Janna asked Howard to leave. She so desperately wanted to have children, yet Howard didn't. After 16 years, they divorce. Janna got the house & half of their savings. Howard got his truck & only two years of alimony payments. It was Jordan who offers a place to stay for his friend. Howard didn't want to impose on the young family. But Jordan convinced his friend that it would work out. He owed it to him. He also didn't want his best friend living in some cheap boarding house. Howard finally agreed to stop the pestering. Howard lived in the guestroom on the first floor. It had it's own bathroom & private entrance. They seldom saw him except at Sunday dinners & Wednesday Bible studies in their living room. Jordan insisted that Caroline tidy up his room & do his laundry. Howard secretly gave her 50 dollars for her work. Jordan wouldn't approve, so Howard slipped the money into the cookie jar. Everything was fine. * * * * * Caroline was so tired. Jordan had called her to let her know that his truck had blown a piston just as her reached Portland. The mechanic didn't think he could have it ready until the next day. He claimed he was sorry. But Caroline suspected that Jordan was having a night out on the town. She had heard a couple of rumors that placed both Jordan & Howard went to strip bars in Portland. She had seen the credit card bills from a strip bar in Portland. Yet she didn't say anything. It was things that men did. He needed to vent off some stream & after her inability to satisfy him this morning, she really didn't blame him. She brushed away those thoughts. They would only upset her. She was too tired to stay awake.Caroline's body ached from all of the day's hard work. She decided to take a hot bath to ease her tired muscles. It seemed to work, as she almost had to drag herself to her bed. When she pulled back the sheets, Caroline was surprised to find the box resting there. Apparently, the boys didn't take much time trying to find a hiding place for their game. She was too tired to even care. She lifted the present & set it beside the bed. It opened slightly. This caught her eye. She felt an overwhelming urge to simply touch the smooth fabric of the garment. But decided that that might not be a wise idea. She stepped away & put on her flannel nightgown. She hopped into bed, pulling the covers up to her neck. She reached over & switched off the light. But sleep didn't come to her. Her mind kept thinking about Jordan going to a strip bar. Having one of those girls shaking their stuff at him. She knew Jordan was easily arouse & quick on the draw when it came to that thing in his pants. She wondered if he had ever been with another woman. It would explain why at times he would want to do different things in bed. This thought troubled her. Then Caroline thought that she heard someone call her name. She bolted up, thinking that it was one of the boys. But she didn't hear it again. Her hand rests upon something smooth & silky. She immediately recognized the warm & tingly sensation that ran up her arm. It was that wonderful garment. She smiled as that pleasurable feeling went right to her most inmate parts. She stroked the fabric for several second, enjoying herself deeply. Then in a flurry of motion, Caroline jumped out of bed. She removed her night- clothes & eagerly slipped into the lingerie. She couldn't wait for the wondrous way this glorious garment felt on her. She let of a sigh of pleasure as she the waves of heat that flowed all through her. She let her desires take over her better judgement as her hand slipped into the waistband of her panties, stroking the delicate flesh there. Carol let out moans of pleasure. If men can do these things to relax & pleasure themselves, why not her? Electrical waves of pleasure rocked her. It felt so damn good, yet. She hears a sound from downstairs. It was the TV set running. Howard must not be able to sleep again. He had such a hard time going to sleep, She remembers hearing him tell Jordan that he missed having someone to sleep next to him. Then a thought occurred to her. A naughty grin spread across her face. She knew what she needed to do as she left the room, heading downstairs. Once again, the sensation of darkness fell upon. But it wasn't sleep that came over her. It was something more primal and powerful that would drive her. * * * * * When Caroline awoke the following morning, her body was convulsing & shaking violently. For a second, she was afraid that something was seriously wrong with her, but her mind told her to enjoy it. This was pleasure. She held on her pillow & rode out the waves of unfamiliar, yet pleasurable assault on her body. After a few minutes, her seizure subsided. She was both scared & gratified. It felt as if every nerve in her body had come alive, all at once, by some mysterious force. It left her breathless, yet incredible glad that it did happened. Caroline thought about what she was dreaming of before she woke up. It came to as a vague image. It was a romantic encounter between two people. They were intertwined in a heated passionate embrace, seeming unable to get enough of the others touch & body. They moaned loudly in pleasure as they made fast & enthusiastic love to each other. Caroline felt a mounting tension building in her as the scene unfolded in her mind. She pressed on with the dream; her body trembled with increasing pressure to the point that she was sure that she would explode. As the final scene played out, her body was rocked by another seizure. This time it was even more pleasurable that the last one. She had to bury her face in the pillow to silence those screams that escape her. She had a problem. She realized that the woman in the dream was she, yet the man wasn't Jordan, it was Howard. Her pleasure faded to disgust & shock at her self for having some dirty & immoral thoughts about Howard. She berated herself doing such a horrible thing. Yet she wondered why she had such a vivid dream? Caroline stretched out. A sharp pain was in the small of her back. She reached under & pulled out the garter belt. How did that get there? The faint memory that she had slipped on the lingerie before she had fallen asleep. She shrugged as if it was that. She heard movement downstairs. This meant that Howard was up & from the sound of it, making breakfast. That was her job. Didn't he sneak her money into the cookie jar for that? She didn't take any money didn't earn. She needed to get her lazy bottom out of bed & go to work. When she did, a few things shocked Caroline. First off, she was completely nude. This was something that she never ever did. Not even after making love with Jordan, she always gotten into her nightgown. She noticed that the silk stockings were waddled up at the foot of the bed. The final item was a huge wet stain under where she had laid. Had she wet the bed in her sleep? She was a little child when she had last had such an accident. She sniffed at the area, it vaguely reminded her of something other than urine. Caroline suddenly felt very dirty; she shakily went to the shower to get clean. She scrubbed herself clean as quickly as she could. She had to get dressed & head downstairs to make breakfast. When she got downstairs, the coffee was already brewed; the boys were happily eating oatmeal & Howard was making scrambled eggs & bacon. He was humming & smiling unlike anytime that she had seen since he had moved into her home. He was usually very glum & quiet. Caroline's mouth fell open when she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 8:00. She had overslept by nearly an hour & a half. This was so unlike her. "You should have awaken me." She yawned deeply, " I would have made you and the boys some breakfast." "It's alright. I don't mind." Howard's soft voice reminded her of her junior high school librarian, Mr. Whitehead, "I figured that you needed the rest." "Oh? Why do you say that?" Caroline walked over to him & poured a cup of coffee for her self. "Well," he leaned over close to her & whispered, "Especially after what happened last night. I figured that you were wiped out. I know I am." "What," A heavy weight dropped into the pit of her stomach, "do you mean by that?" "Hmmm, I don't think that it would be wise to talk of it right now." He nodded toward the boys. He handed her a streaming plate of food. " Go on & eat. We'll talk about it some more later, maybe even have a repeat performance, that's is if you are up to it?" Caroline was dumbfounded. Once again, something strange happened to her that she didn't remember a thing about. She took her plate to the table & picked at the food. Her mind kept trying to figure out what the world was going on to her. Had she suddenly develop a sleep disorder that made her do things while she slept? Was she going mentally unstable? She didn't know. First, Jordan claimed that she had become some sort of lovemaking machine, but she couldn't recall any of it. Now, Howard hinted that she had another such occurrence again last night. Had she gone insane? Did some demonic force possess her? She didn't know. But she was going to find out. Thankfully, the neighbors, Fran & Oliver Sanders were planning to take the boys with them to the zoo in San Francisco. They would make a day of it, sending the night at a nice hotel. They won't be back until later tomorrow. Enough time to deal this whole thing out. She would have to be patience until she could talk to Howard about what did happen. She agreed that the boys wouldn't understand this whole thing. She wasn't sure if she did herself. Caroline didn't touch her food. She felt antsy. She got up to do something. She got the boys things ready for their trip. Doing this kept her mind busy. She was afraid if she didn't would scream. She kept chanting the phrase; "A busy mind is a happy mind." But she was like a caged animal. She cleaned up the dishes & got the boys dressed. Yet she got done by 8:30 & the Sanders weren't going to pick up the boys by 8:45. Time dragged. She kept looking out the window every few seconds, hoping that the Sanders' station wagon would pull up in their driveway. When they did, Caroline hurried the boys off. Gave kisses & hugs, getting promises of them to be good for the Sanders. She waved to them as they drove away. Now She would go inside & the answers she needed about what had happened last night. When She reentered the house, Caroline saw Howard putting money in the cookie jar. Just as he usually did, except it seemed to be a larger wad. He turned to her & smiled broadly. "I'm putting in a little extra in for last night. Just like you told me." "Just what did happened last night?' Caroline crossed her arms over her chest "You don't mean…" he scratched his chin thoughtfully, "you forgot? No. That isn't likely. Not the way we went at it. I can't believe that." "Let's say that I don't know?" Using anger to control the building terror inside of her. "So just tell me." "Well, I guess if you want to hear it. I certainly won't mind telling you. " He licked his lips eagerly, "But you want to sit down, it will knock off your feet. It did me. Just promise not to stop me until the end." Caroline nodded & did as he asked. She had the sneaky feeling that this was going to shock her. Shock her to the very core of her soul. * * * * * "Well it was about 1 a.m., I was watching TV. I couldn't sleep. Then you came down. I tell you I was sorry that I woke you. She told me that this wasn't the first time that you couldn't sleep. You had something on your mind you wanted to tell me. I asked what it was. You sat down on the arm of the sofa. I noticed that you were wearing robe & high heels. I thought that it looked strange. I had never seen you wearing heels before. I thought it was usually, so I asked if you were all right. You told me that you were fine, damn fine", Caroline tried to interrupt him, but he waved her off with a hand, "please don't interrupt, I asked you not to. You told me that you had a great way knocking me out." "You started to dance, very suggestively, in front of me. Flashing opens your robe, showing me that you had on some sexy lingerie. I tried to protest, but you kept on dancing, leaning down to show me your boobs –ah- breasts. You dropped the robe started to pull up the sides of your panties, revealing your butt to me." She shook her head negatively, "yeah I knew that this wasn't you, but I have to tell you the truth, you were turning me on. I couldn't stop watching you." "I decided to stop you. But you pushed back to the sofa & then sat my lap. You started to rub against my lap while you kissed my neck & unbuttoned my pajama top. It was driving me wild." "I haven't felt this feeling in a long time. Janna wasn't willing to try anything new in the sexual area. She only did it a couple of ways. Near the end, it had become so mechanical & so very boring." "Oh, really?" Caroline felt she was about to cry, not for him, but a seed of memory had been awaken in her. She vaguely remembered going downstairs. Yet she didn't want to tell him this, "It must have been so difficult for you?" "It was." He tried to reach out & take hold of her hand, but she pulled it away savagely, " I've always thought of you as a sweet girl. Never as a sexy woman as you was acting then. You attacked me with such wild abandonment. Never in my life had I ever had such an intensely pleasurable night with a woman before. When I thought I was spent, you brought back my old gun back for some more. We made love many times last night & this morning." "NNNOOOOO! You're lying to me. You seduced me somehow." "No, I didn't. You were the one who started at me." "NOOOOO!" Caroline shouted as she stood up, knocking the chair to the ground, " You gave me something. I don't know what to act this immoral way. Did I drink anything?" "You took a couple of sips from my beer." "That's it! Demon alcohol", she tried to rations this mess, " It was that to make me do such a thing." "No, You started it by dancing, sitting on my lap & riding me until I came. I was so shocked by what you did. I didn't resist when you led me by my penis into my room where we kept doing it over & over again." "No! You took advantage of me after you drugged me with alcohol." "Not true. You were the one who stripped me of my clothes & made love to me. You seemed to be wild & uninhibited. It was so mysterious." "Mysterious?" This piques her curiosity, " How so?" "Well, While me were doing it, I was completely nude, but you insisted that you had to keep on some article of clothing on. We settled on the garter belt & stockings." A chill ran down her spine as she remembered waking up nude with the garter belt under her hips & the stockings at her feet. "We kept at it until about 5:00. You got up to leave, you told me if I had enjoyed myself; I was to leave some money in the cookie jar. You told me if it was enough we could have a repeat performance later. You told me that you were going upstairs & left, walking in a very sexy manner. " "I laid there for a few minutes, trying to gather my thoughts. I was so confused by your sudden turn around. I needed to know. So I got into my pajama bottoms & went upstairs to talk to you." "When I got there I could heard you moaning. I thought that maybe Jordan had gotten home. The door was open a bit, so I peeked in to see you –ah- playing with yourself. You suddenly jumped off the bed & opened the door. You pulled me into the room & told me you need more of me. You screwed me twice more before you collapsed & I sneaked away. I took a quick shower, ready to head back to you but I hear the boys waking up. So I took care of them for you." Caroline thought about what Howard had told her. His story had explained a great deal of things, especially the wet spot on her bed. No, she decided that it must have been that she made water while she slept. But what about those strange & wonderful sensations & the vivid dream that causes them? A sudden anger washed over her. She refused to believe the story that Howard had told him. "NO! You are a liar!" She shouted at him, "I would never do such vile things with you. I'm a God fearing Christian. I would never behave in such a sinful and immoral manner and then ask you to pay me like a filthy whore." Her hands shot out and slap Howard's face, "you made up this story after getting me drunk and you raped me." "Raped you?" he rubbed his cheek, If it was rape, it was you who was the aggressor. You were the one who raped me." "I don't believe you!" She placed her hands over her ears, "I refuse to believe a word that you say." "But it happened" "No, it can't be! It is all a horrible nightmare sent by Satan!" She spoke in a hurry as a panic overtook her, "That would explain it. Yes! A nightmare sent by Satan." "It wasn't a nightmare or a dream." Howard grabbed his jacket, heading toward the door, "It was all real, Caroline. The sad part is that you known deep down that what I'm saying is true." With that, Howard left the house, slamming the door as he left. All Caroline could do was cry. She did know that what Howard had said was true. Yet this would mean that she had committed adultery with her husband's best friend. She threw herself to her knees and began praying to God to forgive her for the sin that she had unknowingly committed. But she soon fell asleep. * * * * * Caroline had slept for nearly an hour. She awoke sore and still. It wasn't a good idea to sleep on the hard surface of the floor. She accepted her discomfort as a partial payment for the sins that she had done. God would deal the rest of her punishment on Judgment Day. She limped as she cleaned up the breakfast dishes. She would have to suffer the stiffness in her joints while she completed her household chores. The nagging Pain would remain her that she had allowed Satan to guide her. The final room that Caroline had to clean was Howard's. She resisted from going into there for fear that she might find something that would remind her of her activities last night. But she knew that God was protecting her with His Love. Nothing could harm her. As she entered, Caroline wasn't assaulted by any of those memories of the encounter. It seemed to be just another day of cleaning. She tidied up his things. She decided to gather up his dirty clothes to laundry them. As she picked up his discarded garments, a faint glimmer of something caught her eye. She turned her head toward the direction and nearly fainted when she saw what it was. It was the red satin panties. Her hand shook as she reaches down to pick to pick up the article of clothing. She touches the fabric, all the vivid memories of last night returned to her. She brought the garment up to her nose, smelling the mixture of her and Howard's scents. She felt a strange feeling overcome her, a mixture of desire and anguish. A thought occurred to her. If she did have sex with Howard, the bed sheet would be soiled in a certain way. Caroline slowly pulled back the bedcover, discovering the awful truth. The bed sheet had numerous stains, proving the fact that Howard had been right. The Special Gifts Caroline ran from the room, clutching the undergarment in her fist, in a panic. She felt so dirty. So filthy that she had sinned in such a manner that was sacred for only a man and his wife. She rushed to the bathroom, tearing at her clothes, tossing then across the room. She turned on the shower, not waiting for the water to heat up before she threw herself into the icy spray. The cold water snapped her out of the panic attack that she was having. She soon calmed sown. Caroline let the warm water flow over her. It helped her feel cleansed. She was starting to feel much better. Then she noticed that something was still locked into her fist. It was those terrible panties. She attempted to drop them, yet she couldn't bear to let go of them. She drew those up to her nose, inhaling deeply of the primal smells of sexual activities. It stirred deep, strong instinct in her that she had held back in the past. A dark desire rose up in her that she gave into for the first time. Carol slipped on the wet panties. She felt the wondrous sensations overwhelm her. It told her what to do. She surrendered herself to the passion that welled up in her. Her hand slipped down into the waistband, fingers knowing just what to do. * * * * * Howard returned back to the house about 5:30 p.m. He had spent the day looking for another room to rent. Luckily enough, he found one not far from the trucking company. Close enough to walk over on nice days. He regretted returning to the house, but he had pick up his things. Hopefully, Caroline wasn't here. Howard guessed that she wasn't since the family car was missing from the driveway. He felt like a thief as he sneaked into the house. He knew it was wrong to feel that way, but he after what had occurred between him & Caroline, he couldn't help it. He had taken another man's woman, his best friend's wife, in a way that was violating a trusted friendship. He felt pangs of guilt knowing that his valued friendship with Jordan was damaged. He slowly shook his head. Hell, what man could resist a woman acting so sexy as Caroline was doing last night? He wished Janna had done half of the things that Caroline had done. They would have still been married, screwing like teenagers. Crap, just thinking of last night had gotten him as hard as a steel rod. As Howard stepped into his room, he was shocked to find Caroline lying in his bed. She was wearing that damn sexy outfit again. It made him start to sweat just looking at her. "What the hell are you doing here?" he tried to sound angry, but it didn't work, it was weak. "Oh?" she giggled sexily, "Why the better to screw you here, my dear. Unless you what to do it somewhere else?" "Oh, Jesus" he rubbed his hands over his face as he moaned, "Why are you doing this to me? You know this isn't right." "Shush, lover" she pulled back the covers, revealing her bare lower half, "My honey pot is waiting for your big spoon to dip inside." Her lips started to pout, "Don't you want to dip it inside my honey pot?" Carol didn't have to ask him twice. Howard quickly stripped off his clothes, hardly able to contain his excitement. He needed her. He wanted her. He wanted to recreate the wondrous experience of last night. And they did indeed. * * * * * Jordan had gotten home just as the sun was rising. He was bone tired. He needed some rest, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that sometime was about to happen at home. He couldn't explain why he had that feeling it just was a nagging sensation at the back of his neck. He entered the house as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake up anyone. The house was dim and silent. Of course it was everyone was asleep. Yet he thought that he had seen someone going up the backstairs. Nah, it was only 5:45 a.m. Caroline wasn't due to wake up for another 15 or 20 minutes. She was like clockwork the way she always woke up. It was most likely his imagination running wild. He was shock when he opened the bedroom door to find Caroline sitting up in bed. She was wearing that sexy lingerie. She also had on a beautiful golden necklace, the other gift in the box he had given her. She smiled at him in a very sexy manner. "Did I wake you?" He asked as he sat down next to her, "You look nice." "Thanks," She took hold of his hand. He could feel the heat radiating from her. "No, you didn't wake me. I was waiting for you." "Oh, really?" she rubbed his hands, stroking his fingers slowly, "Are you okay? You feel hot." "Just burning for you." She lifted the covers, placing his hand on her naked lap, "Can't feel the heat. It's a blazing inferno in there. Wouldn't you want to use that huge fire hose of yours to put it out?" "Well I could use a shower first." Carol started to pout "Do you want to join me?" "I thought that", she started to pull off his clothes, " you'll never ask. But I get to wash you down. I know of a great way to work up a lather." * * * * * Luckily, Carol was awakened by Jordan's noisy old truck pulling into the driveway. She barely had enough time to grab her clothes and sneak up the backstairs to her bedroom. She was able to slip on the lingerie on as she climbed the stairs, she had already had on the garter belt & stocking. She had barely gotten into her bed when her husband had opened the door. He would never be the wiser to the fact that she had spent the entire night in bed with Howard. God, how she enjoyed the way that he like to do it. Always willing does more. He had a vast knowledge of lovemaking from his days in Vietnam. Sadly Janna was never open to trying anything new. Her lost & Carol's gain. He'll be knocked out for at least eight hours. By then she'll have Jordan screwed into total & complete submission. Willing to accept any and all of Carol's future plans. This wouldn't have happen if Carol didn't find the necklace she now wore, after her panic attack in the shower. She found it in the gift box. She was surprised that she hadn't discovered it earlier. It had slipped under a folded area of the paper. She was drawn to put on the necklace. It all became clear to her as she did, the mysteries of the enchanted garments were revealed to her. She had begun to doubt her sanity, but that was due to the fact she had worn the lingerie without the magical amulet. She had become a mindless nymphomaniac without it. She remembered as she read the inscription on the back, the histories of the gifts were revealed to her. A white witch, Grimora Oster, created the garment. Grimora was a very plain & old woman who had seldom experienced the joys of intimate contact. She lacked the necessary beauty & sex appeal that she felt was needed. She pondered long and hard until she decided to use her skills of magic. Grimora discovered an ancient text that described a way of enhancing one's appeal. It began her search for the needed materials to create this item. She gathered the rarest and finest silks and satins. She hunted for nearly a year for the lace of Eros, rumored to have it own magical properties. Once she assembled the needed items, she created a fantastic and beautiful garment in, at the time, a Victorian style. Then she chanted a magical spell, which endowed the item of clothing the ability to make the wearer to become more appealing and desirable. It worked well, too well. Grimora accidentally made the apparel too powerful. It became alive and sentient. It took control of her. She became a mindless slave to the sexual demands of the garment. Her nights were filled with immeasurable pleasure and terror in the day. She knew that she had to do something to be done to reclaim control over the newly formed talisman of pleasure. Grimora created the golden amulet necklace to assist her in controlling the furies of desires of the magical lingerie. Finally the white witch had obtained her dream of satisfaction realized. She would use the garment for another fifty years. Once Grimora was gone, the enchanted lingerie found it's way into the hands of women who deeply desired the joys of pleasure but was denied by some means beyond their control. The women and the garment would form a symbiotic bond. The women would gain great beauty, sex appeal, vast pleasure & eternal youth while the lingerie would feed upon the sexual energy of their male lovers. The women would eventually have to find more lovers to satisfy hers & the enchanted undergarment needs. Carol had learned that the garment also gave her the ability to have countless hours of sexual enjoyment for her and the men that she desired. Too bad, the men needed to rest. The garment advised her to pace herself or the men would die of exhaustion or heart attacks. It would draw attention to her that something suspicious was going on and the pleasure would end. She wasn't about to let that happen, there was far too much gratification to experience and enjoy. She also learned that the talisman gave her the power of suggestion upon her lovers. They would never tell another soul for fear that the pleasure would end. This reminded her of those mice who had the pleasure centers of their minds altered. They were given the choice of getting food or pleasure by touching a certain button in their cages. Almost all of the mice died of starvation, but the scientist could have sworn that the mice had smiles on their little faces. Finally, Carol felt in control of her life. No longer was she bound by the rules of some unseen God. She was no longer the week and submissive wife but a vital, powerful woman in complete authority of the path that her life would lead her. She had the power of creation and pleasure in her hands. What more could a woman want than that. She was sure there was more. And she intended to find out but at the moment she was enjoying this new founded talent of lovemaking. Carol's mind was awhirl with all of the glorious thoughts in her mind as she rode on top of a groaning Jordan. He was close to his climax by the sounds of it. It would be his third time in an hour. This was her want of thanking him for the wonderful gifts he had given her a mere three days earlier. Jordan let out a loud sigh of gratification told her that he was glad too. It encouraged her to increase her own movement as the tension of her body exploded. A loud cry of relief escaped her lips. A wonderful thought spread a smile across her. Now, wouldn't it be a sin not to share such special gifts of her with as many people as she could? Don't you agree? Did you like this story? Please let me know at the email address in my profile.