Christmas Present
My wife, Lara, and I had completely renewed our sex life
by each spending one night as a slave to the other. On those
two nights, both of us had broken the boundaries that our
inhibitions had set for the previous 12 years. Those nights
involved sex with another person by the “slave, ” while
the “master” watched. I learned my gorgeous but straitlaced
wife had desires and fantasies that could be unleashed
with the proper coaxing. And it wasn’t only our sex life
that improved, but nearly every part of our relationship.
We weren’t just going through the motions anymore – we really
looked forward to time together.
Our sex was charged for several months. We had gone from
once every two weeks, to two or three times each week on weekdays,
and usually five or six times every weekend. And Lara was
performing things she would never try before. Just a few
sentences from either of us about something that turned
us on during our two “submission” nights, and we’d be hot
all over again.
But inevitably, after a few months, I could feel things
begin to slow down. That big change in our life had started
when we both took some risks to carry out fantasies. When
I felt things slow down, I started to think of a new plan to
recharge us again.
One evening in early December, we were relaxing over dinner
at home. Lara had just finished telling me the day’s events
at the pharmaceutical laboratory where she works as a technician.
Then I started recounting my day at the public relations
firm where I was a subdivision P.R. officer. “How are you
getting along with Phil?” Lara asked.
Phil was my boss, the subdivision manager. At 28, he’s seven
years younger than me, but I can’t say I have any hard feelings
about working for a younger boss, because Phil knows how
to get the job done. When our last manager let the department
get lax and sloppy because he was going through a divorce,
top management brought in Phil from outside to turn things
around. Phil had an Ivy League education, and although
only a few years’ experience in P.R., he was clearly a go-getter.
In just six months, he had everyone in the subdivision working
at full steam, and new customers were slowly coming in.
Best of all, Phil encouraged each of us to explore any new
idea, no matter how crazy it sounded. He didn’t approve
them all, but every idea got a hearing. But Phil also had
set us up to compete against each other. By transferring
out a 10-year veteran who was turning in the same old stale
work, Phil sent the message to everyone: “perform or step
aside.”
As subdivision manager, Phil was pulling down some good
bucks. Still single, he tended towards expensive suits
and fine cologne, which together with his athletic frame
were turning several heads of the women in the office, as
well as Mike, the only gay man in our subdivision.
“So far, so good, ” I replied to Lara. “Today he laid out
a new plan for our biggest client totally on the fly, in the
middle of a meeting, and everyone knew he hit the nail right
on the head. Our client went for it, and said they have another
project they’ll bring to us. What do you think of Phil?”
Lara had met Phil twice. Once at an evening cocktail party
to welcome him in, and once when she dropped by my office
for lunch.
Lara glanced at me, but I just kept my eyes on my plate. “Well,
he certainly looks great, if that’s what you mean, ” she
said. “But to be so consumed with work at his age, I wonder
if he won’t burn out young.” Our conversation went onto
other things, and we wrapped up dinner soon after.
That night, we both were ready for a midweek session. Lara
looked great in a black see-through nightie. I came up behind
her as she was brushing her hair in the mirror, and started
rubbing her breasts, pulling at her nipples. After a few
minutes, she turned to me, dropped to her knees and maneuvered
my cock out of my boxers. By now, she had really mastered
how to such my dick until I exploded, but tonight I stopped
her short and got her on the bed on all fours, entering her
wet pussy from behind. When we were both ready to cum, I turned
her over so we could finish while looking into each other’s
eyes. It was another great session. Afterwards, we lay
together, stroking each other.
“Are you sorry about anything we did the night you were my
slave?” I asked.
“Are you kidding?” Lara answered. “It still turns me on
just thinking about it.”
“It’s been three months since I was your slave. What would
you think of doing something else?” I said.
Lara hesitated and looked away. But I could feel her nipples
harden in my fingers. “It would depend on what you have in
mind, ” she answered, almost too softly for me to hear.
“Are you thinking of something.”
“Well, I did have a thought cross my mind, but I’m not sure
how you’d feel about this one.” We both lay there silent
for a moment, but my prick started to stiffen in her hand,
and I could smell her pussy start to get wet.
“Are you going to tell me?” Lara asked. “Just go ahead and
say it.”
“Well, okay. But you’ll probably think I’m crazy.”
“Just tell me. What is it?” Lara said.
“Okay. Well, you know how much it turned me on to watch you
with another man. I’d like to do it again.”
“Well, I’d have to think about it. It was a turn-on for me
too. I’m not against it, ” Lara said.
“But I’m thinking of someone in particular. I’d like to
watch you fuck Phil.”
Lara’s eyes suddenly got large, and she sat up a bit so I had
to stop rubbing her tits. “You must be kidding, ” she said.
“Fuck your boss? I couldn’t do that. You’d have to work with
him everyday. No I just couldn’t do that.”
“Well, in addition to turning us on, we could both enjoy
some nice benefits if he goes for it, ” I said.
“Now I’m really against it, ” Lara said, with a little anger
in her voice. “We did some things that turned us on, but I’m
not going to be a prostitute. No way.”
“Okay. I said you would think I was crazy. I was just telling
you a fantasy. Let’s just drop it.”
For the next few weeks, we didn’t discuss any fantasies,
and even our sex had an edge of tension. I was beginning to
regret ever mentioning my idea.
In the second week of December, my office held its annual
holiday party. The top brass rented out a popular local
disco for our exclusive use, including a live band that
specialized in Motown. Everyone generally used this occasion
to bring out the heavy attraction weaponry, dressing in
the finest new clothes, which made the party something
to really look forward to each year. Lara was no exception.
She looked fantastic in a burgundy velvet dress with black
collars and cuffs. Keeping with her prudish character,
it had a high neckline, and came down to the middle of her
knees, but nothing could hide those perfect breasts, and
her perfectly shaped lower calves in black stockings made
me think of getting her home early for a fuck.
Soon after arriving, we were in a group with two other couples,
drinks in hand, when Phil came in. As he went around the group
shaking hands, he stopped a little longer at Lara. I guessed
he was trying to check her out, but attempting not to be caught
by her husband or the others. The band started playing,
and the party warmed up. Lara and I split up so she could talk
with some of the other women, and I hit the buffet with a few
colleagues. Soon people were shifting from the dinner
tables to the dance floor to the bar. I danced with Lara to
“My Girl, ” and then she said she wanted to eat. As we walked
off the floor, the band started a slow classic, and Phil
intercepted us coming off the floor. “Mind if I dance with
your beautiful wife?” he said. I looked at Lara waiting
for her answer. “Sure, ” she said. “Why not.” I moved across
the room, but kept my eye on them. Phil was playing it straight,
keeping his right hand high on her back. They talked throughout,
and a few times Lara let out good laughs.
After the dance, Lara went to the buffet, but as the night
went on, I saw Phil come back to Lara several times, spending
a few minutes here and there talking with her. Each time,
she seemed to be entertained by his humor. When the band
started another slow dance, I saw Phil grab Lara’s hand
and head her to the dance floor, with Lara appearing happy
to comply. This time, Phil pulled Lara close, and instead
of talking face to face, he talked in her ear, with his cheek
to the side of her head. His hand slowly moved down to her
waist, and then a little lower. When they turned, I could
see Lara had her eyes closed, and Phil was definitely pulling
her into his crotch. At the end of the song, they separated
for a second and I could see Lara was flushed, but then the
band hit up a fast song and they started dancing apart which
overcame the awkward moment.
I was making my own rounds, trying to be discreet about checking
out the best looking women with their plunging necklines
and hemlines slit high up the thigh. About 12:30, the party
was just beginning to thin out. I saw Phil come up to Lara
again, and after a few minutes of talk, he grabbed her hand
and led her to the entry hall. I stayed behind a pillar where
they wouldn’t see me. A sprig of mistletoe was hung from
the chandelier in the entry hall, and throughout the evening
couples were catching a holiday kiss underneath. I watched
as Phil gave Lara a short peck on the lips. They pulled back
with smiles, but then the smiles melted off their faces
as they looked each other in the eyes, and after a brief hesitation,
they pulled back together, with Lara pushing her hands
around Phil’s neck, and they met in a passionate kiss that
lasted about 15 seconds. When they parted, I guess they
both realized anyone could walk up, so they came back into
the main hall and quickly separated.
That night in bed I was nearly asleep from exhaustion and
too much gin and tonic when Lara said, “Remember the fantasy
you told me a few weeks ago?”
“Yes, ” I said, quickly pulling out of my drowse.
“Well, if you figure out how, I’ll do it.”
I kissed Lara on the lips, my cock beginning to harden, and
said, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow night.”
The week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, I invited
Phil over for dinner. Lara and I both prepared a fine meal
of lamb chops and several side dishes. I picked out Lara’s
clothes for the evening, a silky black top that pulled tight
to her breasts, and this time with a neckline that showed
her fantastic cleavage. A green cotton skirt looked in
line with the holidays, but was slit in front high on her
left thigh. I made sure she was in thigh high stockings instead
of every man’s biggest turn off: pantyhose. The conversation
at dinner was fun, with Phil telling us a few humorous stories
about people at his last job. Several times, I saw him catching
glances at Lara’s boobs or legs, and she was responding
by making sure the skirt was riding high up her thighs. Just
as we finished the main course, I stepped into the kitchen
to clear some plates, took out my cell phone, and changed
the ring setting so the phone would ring. Pretending to
answer a call, I had a conversation loud enough for Phil
to hear. When I hung up, I said, “You’re not going to believe
this, but Jim says he just finished the proofs for the Lindsay
account. He says I have to pick them up to edit them tonight,
because he meets with the Lindsay account manager tomorrow
at 8:30. His kid is sick, so he can’t bring them over. I have
to go over there.”
“Why don’t I head out with you, ” Phil said.
“Nonsense. There’s still dessert, and there’s no need
to rush off. I’m sure Lara would like you to stay awhile.
Besides, I can be there and back in 45 minutes, one hour tops.
I’ll be back for a nightcap with you and then you can still
get home at a reasonable time.”
Phil looked at Lara. “Please stay, ” she said with an innocent
smile. We have chocolate mousse and I don’t want to eat your
portion too.”
“Okay, ” Phil said.
I picked up my coat, pecked Lara on the cheek, and headed
out. I then drove a block away, and returned on foot to our
back yard. I had left the curtain on the dining room window
open enough to see the whole room, and knew that without
lights on in the yard, I couldn’t be seen from inside.
Phil and Lara where laughing about something, and Lara
refilled his wine glass. Phil was doing the talking, sitting
close to Lara, and at a point when they both let out a good
laugh, he put his hand on her knee. It looked innocent at
first, but he didn’t take it away. Slowly, the look on their
faces became more serious, and as he talked, Phil moved
his hand above Lara’s knee to her thigh. Lara’s nipples
were clearly erect, and Phil must have commented about
them, because Lara blushed, but then she looked up and gave
Phil a soft kiss on the lips. He responded by kissing her
back, but much more passionately. Because they were awkward
sitting in the dining room chairs, they stood up, and kissed
in a hard embrace, their tongues pushing in and out of the
other’s mouth. Lara said something, and Phil reached down
below her skirt and quickly ran his hands up her thighs.
He took hold of her panties on each hip, and Lara helped him
pull them down. Phil took Lara by the shoulders, face to
face, and backed her against the wall between the dining
room and the kitchen, and kissed her hard again. He said
something, and she began unbuckling his pants. Quickly
they fell to the floor, and I watched as she pulled his boxers
down on top of the pants. Phil lifted Lara’s skirt to her
waist, took her thighs, and lifted her up. Very skillfully,
he lowered her onto his hard-on, and Lara wrapped her legs
around his waist. They talked at several points, but Lara
was clearly weak from the sexual energy running through
her body. Since I said I would only be gone 45 minutes, Phil
was obviously moving things quickly so he wouldn’t get
caught, not knowing I had my cock out in the cold night air,
as I watched them. Phil started pushing into Lara, and with
each thrust, her back hit the wall. As he got faster and harder,
I could hear both of them moan loudly each time he pounded
into her. Their pace got faster as he locked his lips over
hers, and managed to squeeze her breasts with one hand while
supporting her bottom with the other.
Here it was again: my wife being pounded away by another
man. And instead of any jealousy, all I felt was excitement.
After the pounding became feverish, I saw Lara’s face tense,
and she came in a huge orgasm, practically screaming in
ecstasy. Phil followed just after, shooting his cum into
her while jerking his hips, banging her even harder into
the wall. A glass fell off the countertop next to them and
broke. I shot my load soon after into the hedges. They kissed
for several minutes, staying in the same position, with
Lara’s legs wrapped around Phil, his bare ass mooning me.
I headed back to the car, since I figured I should return
in about the amount of time I said. I pulled up in front, and
took out the proofs Jim had actually given me earlier that
day at the office to edit. When I entered the front door,
Phil was straightening his pants in his seat at the dinner
table. Lara was out of the room. “I think she had to use the
bathroom, ” Phil said, looking away so he wouldn’t have
to look me in the eyes. “Sorry, I knocked a glass off the cabinet
here and it broke.”
That night, after Phil went home, Lara and I fucked as hard
as ever. She loved for me to describe what I saw from the window,
and when I told her how I watched the two of them reach climax,
she couldn’t hold it in, and started bucking in another
massive orgasm.
I planned the next step. It was something I thought about
to get hard on several nights, and I decided to go through
with it, even though I wouldn’t be able to watch. Just Lara’s
description later that night got me off like a rocket.
The day after dinner, Lara came by the office around 3:00.
She went directly to Phil’s office on the 12th floor, and
told Phil’s secretary, Tanya, she wanted to peek in just
to say hello. Phil hired Tanya directly from a modeling
agency, literally. Don’t get me wrong, she had the typing
skills, and managed Phil’s calendar deftly, but she was
also luscious. She had come to the US from Russia in 1990,
and learned perfect English since then. She also tended
toward low cut blouses and short skirts, which Phil didn’t
object to. He told me at lunch once that people judge a P.R.
firm a lot by looks, and he wanted a great impression on anyone
waiting in his outer office to see him, so nobody above him
objected when he went to the modeling agency for a secretarial
reference.
Tanya buzzed Phil on the phone and said, “Mrs. Strand would
like to say hello.” “Send her in, ” Phil answered.
According to Lara, she walked in, and closed the door behind
her, but didn’t lock it. She quickly walked to Phil’s desk,
moving around the back and he stood up to meet her with a hard
kiss on the mouth. Behind Phil’s desk was a floor to ceiling
window, looking out over a slightly shorter building,
but Lara guessed people on the top floors had a pretty good
view of Phil’s office, if they were looking.
Lara quickly unzipped Phil’s pants, and unbuckled his
belt, pulling out his already hard cock. Phil was worried,
but couldn’t stop her because he wanted what followed.
Lara then pushed him back into his chair, and dropped to
her knees. With her giving a blow job she had perfected on
me for the past few months, Phil’s head dropped back and
his eyes closed as he began to moan. Lara learned perfectly
how to gently massage my balls with one hand and massage
the base of my cock with the other, while she moved up and
down on me with her mouth, and she said she used the same technique
on Phil. She could feel his scrotum tense up in preparation
for orgasm, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tanya
staring at them with a stunned look. Lara just kept going,
and she wasn’t sure if Phil even saw Tanya come in because
he was in total oblivion. Tanya then backed out quietly,
while Lara brought Phil to orgasm, taking his load in her
mouth and swallowing as I taught her.
She said they both straightened their clothes, and Phil
said he was glad she came by to say hello, to which they both
laughed. Lara didn’t mention anything to Phil about Tanya.
Lara actually thought up the final act. Her office had a
lab for experiments that required a very controlled environment.
The lab had a large window into the next room so others could
watch experiments carried out. Lara told Phil to come pick
her up at work late one Friday evening, and they would go
out for a quick drink. She could be home before I was suspicious,
she told him. When he showed up at the door, Lara told him
to come into her office while she shut down her computer.
Nobody else was left at work, having gotten out for the weekend.
Lara’s plan worked perfectly with me already sitting in
the dark room next to the special lab. After closing everything
down, Lara grabbed Phil’s shirt and gave him a deep kiss.
He asked, “Is this okay?” “Everybody’s gone. I checked, ”
she answered. After some kissing, Phil started massaging
her tits. Again she wore a silky blouse that showed off her
perfect breasts. “Come into this other room, ” she told
him, leading him to the special lab.
Inside, Lara unbuttoned Phil’s shirt and pants, and soon
had him completely naked in front of her. He then pulled
her blouse over her head to reveal a black lace bra that her
nipples showed through perfectly. As he turned her around
to unzip her skirt, the door to the room I was in opened, and
in walked a young guy with a broom and dustpan. I figured
he must have been doing some temporary work between semesters
at the university. Very quickly, he saw me, and looked at
the two in the lab. I put a finger to my lips, and motioned
him to come over near me where he couldn’t be seen. I looked
into the lab, and neither Phil nor Lara had heard the intruder.
The young janitor looked at me and we both half smiled.
By now, Lara’s skirt was off and Phil unhooked the bra, letting
it drop to the floor. She was wearing only stockings and
shoes. Her pubic triangle looked perfect and when she sat
back on a tabletop, her pussy lips were clearly full and
engorged. This time, Phil got down and started running
his tongue through her cunt. I could tell Lara was going
wild. Finally, he pulled her off the table, turned her around,
and after Lara said, “Please fuck me, ” he entered her from
behind. My voyeur friend and I watched as my boss pounded
his dick into my wife. “Man, she is a real brick shithouse, ”
the janitor whispered. I could see he had his dick out in
his hands and was starting to pump away. After several minutes
of bringing her close to orgasm from behind, Phil pulled
out and again turned Lara around. He lifted her on the table,
laying her back, and climbing on top. He pulled her legs
above his shoulders, pulling her cunt tighter around his
cock, and giving the two of us a better view each time he plunged
in. Their pace got faster and faster, and I’m not sure if
Phil, Lara, or the janitor came first, but soon all three
were exploding in hot orgasms. I was glad the janitor had
the sense to remain perfectly quiet.
Phil and Lara kissed for several minutes before getting
dressed and leaving. Lara had arranged for me to lock the
door, but the janitor took care of that anyway.
Lara and I spent weeks of fantastic sex talking about Phil
fucking her. She told me Phil really turned her on, and she
liked getting it from a younger man, but I knew I had nothing
to worry about because our relationship only became more
intense. Lara spent a three-day weekend with Phil at his
beach house, and she said they fucked at least 16 times,
and he brought her to orgasm with his hand in a nice restaurant
one evening. They’ve gotten together twice besides that
in the 4 months since.
At work, Tanya comes by my office often, and has made a few
mild passes. She made a sly comment about the fact that married
men should get what they can, because they don’t always
know what their wives might be up to. I’m thinking up a plan
for Lara and I to use Tanya in one of our future fantasies.
In March, Phil was promoted to Division Chief. When he decided
who would move up to his old position, I received the nod.
The new job lets me use much more imagination, and pays an
extra $20, 000 per year. Both Lara and I were happy for all
the new fringe benefits.
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