The Gift
Keywords: Gift, The,
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"Well, here's something new for my flock of followers. It's something, shall I say, different. I own all commercial and all other non-electronic rights. Please do not read this story if you are not legally permitted to do so. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. Happy holidays, my fair fans, and have a blessed new year!"
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"Huh? What honey?"
John Hampton wiped the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up a bit in response to the delicious sensations coming from his crotch. As it turned out, his wife was noshing on his tip with her soft lips and tongue, her hand under her fluttering her nightshirt with its self-abusing caresses.
"Oooh…that feels nice. What do you want, honey?"
Getting herself up on all fours, John's wife Julia gently stroked her husband's thick dick with her small, soft hands and whispered, "I want you honey. I woke up all horny, saw the tent in the sheets and decided to take advantage."
"Mmm…that feels nice honey. Keep stroking me like that."
"No, hun. I got a better idea," Julia responded, crawling up to her husband's prone six-foot tall body and straddling her round ass over John's dick as it disappeared under her nightshirt. "How about I give you dick…" she continued as she lowered herself onto the thick tip. "…a nice good morning massage, while you, um, massager, eases some of the kinks out my tight pussy." She lowered herself about halfway onto John, then continued, "you don't want your powerful lawyer wife going to work with a too-tight pussy, right?"
"Uh, honey, you have plenty of, as you call them, massagers in your nightstand."
Julia let her fingers crawl over her husband's toned chest, then gently placed a finger over his lips. "Hush," Julia responded. "I don't want those things, I want you. Besides, you're nice and quiet and won't wake up the kids."
"Oh, alright. Go ahead," John acquiesced. He never was a fan of these good-morning fucks. However, it did tend to relax his as well as give him a physical rush, so he relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Slowly but surely, he felt his wife start to rock her hips up and down his dick, her soaked pussy squeezing his cock and her soft ass pushing his thighs as she went up and down. Julia reached under her shirt to tweak her clit some, then bit her lip and she quickly thrust up and down John's dick. John closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the mewing brushing over his ears as his wife rode her way to a small orgasm.
Julia pulled her hand from under her shirt and placed both of her hands on John's chest, letting her hands feel the coarse chest hair lightly covering his hard muscles and settled down into a nice, somewhat leisurely fuck. John let his vision drift off to the bedroom window, letting his wife work her delicious magic while he stared at the sunlight. His stare was broken by a really hard squeeze to his dick, making his gaze turn back to his wife's face.
"Oooh, yeah, baby! I love riding your big fat dick! Yeah, I'm gonna cum on your big cock again…oooh, yes! Ooh, yes! Oooh…"
His beautiful wife was aggressively shaking over his toned body, her lithe, curvy body undulating under her night shirt, her short brown hair framing a face twisted in pleasure, and her long caramel legs contrasting with his medium-brown skin.
"Do you wanna cum? Do you wanna flood my tight little pussy with your big hard dick, huh?" Julia asked, her fingers playing with her lips. She sucked on her finger, then subtlety pumped it in and out, forcing another wave of wetness on her hubby's already slick dick. She eased it out of her mouth, then asked John again as she squeezed her pussy around his cock.
"Please, big daddy? I just wuv it when you fill me up…"
John couldn't resist the appeal of his wife, and finally started to pump his hips up at his wife, grabbing onto her hips and pushing her nightshirt over her hips and exposed her tummy, loving the way it moved when he pumped his dick in and out of her. He closed his eyes, laid his head back on his pillow and let himself relax. He pumped his hips harder and harder, letting his dick wallow in his wife's wetness and feeling his wife squeeze him harder and harder, on his way to a nice, hard cum. Letting his defenses down, John felt that familiar itch on his tip and pumped up faster into his wife, trying to find some relief. When he felt his wife start to cum again, whimpering as she rode him again, he bit his lip, grunted and came hard, flooding her pussy with his cum, letting the pleasure swim through his head. As he started to calm down, he could feel their combined fluids flowing down over his dick, feeling his wife struggle a bit to pull herself off of him. Just as he opened his eyes, he saw his wife lick off the fluids on his dick, letting them collect on her tongue before swallowing with a smile and saying, "Thanks for the fuck, honey!"
"You're welcome, hun," John replied, still a bit groggy from sleep.
She climbed off the bed, then threw on her bathrobe and opened your door. "Get in the shower. I'll get the kids up for school."
With a groan, John sat himself up in his bed, then rolled out onto his feet to begin his daily routine. First, he took his shower, shaved, then threw on his bathrobe and got his kids breakfast ready with the requisite sugar-loaded cereals. After his kids got themselves down to the breakfast table, he made himself some coffee, poured himself some OJ and lightly buttered his lightly toasted cinnamon raisin bagel while listening to his kids prattle on about Harry Potter and Nickelodeon, making sure to be just caring enough. After finishing their morning meal, the kids got dressed for school, and John got dressed in his business casual uniform of khaki slacks and a crisp white shirt. After giving himself a quick once- over, he grabbed his briefcase, kissed his wife goodbye (with tongue) and loaded his kids into the family SUV for their ride to school.
After dropping his kids off at the local Catholic school, John made the 30-minute trip to his job at the suburbs, supervising the computer help desk at a satellite office of some anonymous insurance company. The job itself was pretty hum-drum, jumping in to help the really clueless his staff couldn't handle, doing on-site training from time to time and simply making the place run right. His underlings, however, were far from hum-drum. In fact, he had an all-female staff, which is pretty rare considering that in the information technology industry, men outnumber women 11 to 1. Combined with PR pressure from a string of sexual harassment suits in the main office, John had assembled quite a cast of characters to help out clueless computer users throughout his company.
John's personal fave was the alternate OS guru Andara, or Andi as she preferred to be called. She's a White, stocky, very butch, very lesbian (and very married, thanks to the state of Vermont) computer geek, and her technical knowledge was as obvious as the tattoos around her wrists and her nose piercing. Sitting in the cubicle next to hers was the effervescent Brandy, a Heather Hunter look-alike who, despite her image, seemed to know her way around every OS configuration issue Bill Gates' boys found a way to fuck up. Across the way from her, in a corner seemingly hidden from the rest of the office, was Mary, a dowdy, timid, white-bread, married long-time secretary who worked her way down to the office for her expertise with, well, MS Office, as well as other office-productivity software. Finally, there was the very ordinary Anita, a Chinese girl fresh out of college who knew her way around networking issues as those painted-on jeans that seemed to be her trademark.
That Friday in the office seemed pretty ordinary, just the usual order of computer illiterates flooding the office with calls, along with ranting and raving from the big boys upstairs about this training class or that technical issue. "How did humanity get this stupid," John often thought to himself. "Why is it that a bunch of people with college degrees can't read a fucking manual?" Thankfully, though, towards the end of the day, the calls had slowed to a trickle. After organizing his schedule that following week's training classes for the company staff, he mercifully cut off the office's phones, got out of his office and started speaking to his staff.
"Hey ladies!" John called out. "Enjoy another electrifying week of computer stupidity?"
"Yeah," Mary noted, barely noticing his joke. "But I don't mind. After all, I am helping people."
"Thank God one of us is enjoying this," John responded. "I can't believe how stupid people really are."
"I do!" Andi called out from inside her cubicle before standing up. "I just love stupidity…just as much as I'd love a couple of hung studs plowing out my tight pussy!" she finished in mock seductiveness before bending over the side of her cubicle in a belly laugh.
"Hey, ANDI! You know you want it, bay-bee!" John shot back in his best impression of Austin Powers, causing everyone in the office to let out a chuckle. Everyone knew that the running gag of the office was John seducing Andi, but it never ceased to cause a few laughs.
"Tell you what, ladies. I feel like kicking back after a hard week. Anyone up for a few beers at the bar?"
"I-I'll pass," Mary answered in her meek voice.
"OK," answered Anita. "I could use something to relax."
"Brandy?"
"Sure! I'm down! Are you coming with us Andi?"
"Alright, alright. I'll roll. Mind if I'm designated driver?"
"Sure, Andi. Hey, ladies, meet me down at the parking lot. I gotta let the Mrs. Know what's up."
"Alright," Andi remarked as all four of the ladies were getting ready to leave the office. "See you down there!"
As the ladies filed out the office for the day, John quickly ran into his office and dialed his wife's cell phone.
"Hi honey! How's it going? Look, could you pick up the kids from the babysitters? There's been a slight change in plans. Nothing major…"
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So the 3 female co-workers and their male boss decided to retire to a booth at a local watering hole for happy hour, where the din of inebriated white-collar working stiffs drinking and tons of that meaningless musical confection called "Adult Contemporary" struggled to drown out their conversation.
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Keywords: Gift, The,