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Subject: {ASSM} "Kind of a Guy Thing" by Katie McN (MFF Secret Santa)
Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 16:10:04 -0500
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Kind of a Guy Thing

By Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>


Notice:  (C) Copyright, 2000 by Katie McN. 
This is an adult story and contains all sorts 
of sexy things. You should be at least 21 and 
you better make sure it's legal to read 
explicit descriptions of adults having sex 
where ever you are cause I don't want you to 
get in trouble.


This is a Secret Santa Story. It's my gift to 
Redman for being a good boy this year. I hope 
it makes him happy. The following are Redman's 
comments about the story.

"You know the saying, 'It's better to give than to 
receive,' don't you? That's the attitude I took 
when entering the Secret Santa game. I love to 
write stories and I figured that whatever I got 
back would be a little stocking stuffer. Boy was 
I wrong! 

"This story is proof that even a good saying has 
its exceptions. In my case, it was better to 
receive, than to give. What I received was a great 
story! Katie McN was my Secret Santa (You should 
have seen the Santa suit she wore!!!) and I couldn't 
have been happier with the result. We all know how 
shy, reserved and restrained she is, so I hope she 
doesn't mind me praising her story to the hilt. After 
all, it's 'Kind of a Guy Thing' and it lives up to 
its billing!"



Denny Wheeler helped me raise this story from 
just average to what it is now. His editing 
sure does make a difference.


---


She was nude. She had the most beautiful body 
I'd ever seen and she was waiting for me to 
undress. I stood still like a deer caught in a 
headlight and wondered how brave I could be. 

The Company Christmas Party is always at 
Gutheries. We have dinner in one of the 
private rooms out back and then move to the 
bar to see which one of the guys is going to 
make a fool of himself. This year it was my 
husband.

I saw him standing next to her and wondered 
how he was able to keep his tongue in his 
mouth. 

She was a vision of youth and beauty wrapped 
in a sequined mini-dress. Most women couldn't 
wear heels that high, but she floated across 
the room like a cloud passing in front of a 
full moon. Her reddish brown hair covered some 
of her back, but not enough to hide the fact 
that most of her dress ended up on the cutting 
room floor. Skin, eyes, lips, mouth and more, 
everything that could be put into a five foot 
five package of excitement. A lot more than 
that.

She wasn't much older than our daughter. 

My husband stood next to her acting as silly 
as any teenage boy at a high school dance. He 
wasn't even trying to hide his stare as he 
looked down the front of her dress. Her boobs 
stuck out so far I knew he couldn't possibly 
see if she wore shoes or not. It probably 
didn't matter much since he was too busy 
lusting after her young girl body. He wasn't 
the only guy who found her new and different. 
He wasn't the only guy who wanted to be warmed 
by the glow of her fire. He wasn't the only 
one, but he was my husband and I was mad.

"Dammit, Bill, you really embarrassed me. How 
could you make a fool of yourself at my 
company party?"  

I finally pried him away from her and got him 
into the car. I was driving, of course, but 
still able to give him a piece of my mind. 
Ever since the kids went off to school, he's 
been acting stupid. I guess a lot of guys go 
through it once the kids are out of the nest, 
but it still hurts to be married to one. He 
didn't have a lot to say and we finally ended 
up driving home in silence. Not an argument, 
but not real friendly either.

"Thanks for going to lunch with me, Kayla. I'm 
so sorry. My husband acted like a jerk at the 
party and I want to apologize for him."

"Forget it , Sally. He was just being a guy 
who had one too many. Happens all the time. No 
big deal."

I really never noticed how beautiful Kayla was 
until I saw her laugh. I work with her every 
day and I guess I'm used to seeing her covered 
up in normal clothes. Even though she wasn't 
dressed like a Christmas tree ornament, she 
still turned heads. She seemed unaware 
of all the attention, but I knew better. Women 
know how to pretend they don't notice they're 
being checked out. I've done it for years.

"Your husband was just being silly. It's kind 
of a guy thing and I know it doesn't mean 
shit."

She talked with her mouth and her hands. It 
seemed so natural being with her. So natural 
and friendly. It was easy to see why my 
husband and every other guy would be attracted 
to a woman like her.

"Your husband is kind of cute, Sally, so it 
wasn't as if some creep like Marsh from 
accounting was hanging all over me. Anyhow, 
you're a babe so it's not like you should be 
jealous or anything." 

What started out as something that had to be 
done turned out fine. A babe? That was nice to 
hear. I could see myself being friends with 
this woman who was almost half my age. We got 
off into other things. The kind of things 
women talk about when they're trying to 
decide how close they can get. The party was 
forgotten. We learned a lot about each other 
on that day and on the other days that 
followed.

"Happy birthday!"

Bill told me he'd kill me if I ever had a 
surprise birthday party for him, but I figured 
something special had to happen on the Big 
Four O. He couldn't say three people was a 
real party anyhow.

I think he liked checking Kayla out more than 
the dinner we slaved over all afternoon. Who 
could blame him? She looked hot, but I was 
getting my share of attention, too. I tarted 
it up a little bit and I guess I made the cut. 
Well, I was a "babe" after all and I felt a 
little warm feeling wrap itself around my mind 
when I caught him checking me 
out.

"Come on, Bill, let's go into the living room 
and open presents."

We finished a bottle of wine with dinner and 
all three of us were feeling the glow. Very 
nice, very pleasant.

Bill and I plopped down on the couch while 
Kayla turned on the CD player. Hard to imagine 
a girl that young would know James Brown, 
but that's what she played. Lots of bass. Lots 
of soul.

"Okay, now it's time for me to open my 
presents. Bring 'em on girls."

"It doesn't work that way, Bill. We're  going 
to be doing the opening for you."

I don't think he heard me. He was watching 
Kayla dancing by herself and she was really 
getting into it. Pretty easy to do when JB is 
playing "Get Up Like a Sex Machine." Wow, if 
she ever got out of public relations, she 
could make a fortune as a dancer. 

We were both enjoying the view when she 
finally noticed us. She just played at first. 
She pulled her skirt up just a little bit 
higher. Her hands moved across her breasts and 
hips. A little daring, real sexy, but not 
enough to let Bill know what was coming next.

When her hands went behind her back and we 
heard the sound of the zipper moving 
relentlessly toward her waist, I thought Bill 
was going to fall off the couch. She somehow 
kept the front of her dress in place as she 
slid first one arm out of a sleeve and then 
let the other one go free. She held her top in 
front of her and made a cute little wiggling 
motion as she slowly let it slide lower and 
lower.

We got a tiny peek at the top of her black 
strapless bra before she turned around and 
bent over. Her dress outlined every curve of 
her well formed ass. Just in case we didn't 
notice, she moved her butt back and forth in 
time to the music and gave us plenty to 
admire. When she turned back, the top of her 
dress was around her waist and her bra 
presented her tits like two jewels on a black 
velvet shelf.

Bill was hard as a rock, but still trying to 
hide the tent in the front of his pants from 
our nosy eyes. 

That's no fun. 

I put one arm around his shoulder and give him 
a tiny kiss on the cheek and made sure my boob 
was pressed up against his arm. My hand found 
his leg right away, but took a long time to 
wander over to the cock that was jumping 
around and hoping for the best. When I 
finally touched it, he made one of those 
special sounds that women live to hear.

We watched Kayla struggle to push her dress 
down past her hips. She was still moving real 
nice and we both were leaning forward in 
anticipation as her dress finally dropped to 
the floor. She stepped out of it as if it 
wasn't there and came closer so we wouldn't 
miss a thing.

I kept up the pressure on Bill's cock with one 
hand while I let the other one search for the 
sensitive places on the back of his neck. They 
were real easy to find. 

Guys are funny. When I crossed my legs, my 
dressed moved a few inches above my knee. He 
checked me out even though there was a girl in 
a black uplift bra, garter belt, seamed 
nylons, cute little panties and high heels 
bumping and grinding in front of him. Kind of 
fun for me.

I could hear Bill suck wind when Kayla threw 
her bra across the room. I thought her boobs 
would never stop bouncing. She really didn't 
need the bra. Her tits were perfect without 
it. I could look at them forever, but found my 
eyes wandering down a little lower as her 
hands let us know she was going to take her 
tiny little panties off next.

She decided to show us her ass and turned 
around in time to the music. We saw her bare 
back and the most perfect butt anyone could 
imagine peeking out of her panties. The seams 
on her nylons pointed to each of those two 
well formed globes and enticed us to stare 
with open abandon. Her panties slipped down 
below her ass and we got to see that her 
treasure was just as nice as we imagined. She 
turned around so we could watch her push her 
panties down below the tiny patch of pubic 
hair that signaled the start of her private 
place. When her panties were finally off, she 
threw them at Bill and laughed at the two of 
us. She still had on her very high heels, 
stockings and garter belt, but looked naked as 
she danced in time to another R & B song. 

She continued on. 

Her hands touched her breasts and squeezed her 
already hard nipples. A hand trailed down her 
tummy and found itself in the patch of hair 
that highlighted her sex. She teased us with 
one finger. I wondered if she would do it. I 
wondered no more as I saw her finger disappear 
into her pussy. She moved her hand up and down 
in sync with my breathing. Just before 
something beautiful happened, she stopped and 
pulled me out on the floor.

She was nude. She had the most beautiful body 
I'd ever seen and she was waiting for me to 
undress, but she didn't wait for long.

She moved her hands over my body in time to 
the music. She rubbed herself against me and 
let her tongue sneak into my ear and then into 
my mouth. We kissed, a real hot kiss that 
seemed to last forever and since her hands 
were already there, she unzipped my dress all 
the way down to my ass.

Bill never missed a thing and I knew my job 
was to stand there while all his hidden 
fantasies unfolded right before his eyes.

She pulled my dress up to give him a good look 
at my legs. She made sure to touch my legs and 
she let her hand linger on the soft skin just 
above my stocking tops. She pulled my hand 
onto her breast and pressed it into her soft 
woman flesh.

My clothes slowly disappeared in a river of 
lust. There wasn't a place on my body that 
remained unexplored. Her hands, fingers, 
boobs, hips, mouth, tongue and everything 
touched my everything again and again. There 
was fire and electricity and magic and more 
than that, but not enough, not nearly enough, 
not just then.

"I never thought I'd end up in bed with two 
hot women."

"Shut up and fuck." I guided his cock into 
Kayla's pussy. He had no problem getting in. 
She was wet and very ready and I could feel 
both of them moving toward each other with a 
rhythm in the key of sex. I rubbed my tits on 
his back and squeezed his ass while he fucked 
Kayla. I squeezed his balls and kissed his 
neck. I let my finger slide across his 
asshole. I played him like a fine tuned 
instrument and his pleasure was my symphony.

He tried to make it last forever, but of 
course forever came faster than he wanted. He 
exploded his lust into her body and kept 
fucking her as his cock filled her with his 
love.

I pushed him on his back and started to lick 
him clean. I knew the taste of his dick. I 
knew the taste of his sperm. But there was a 
new taste, a very nice taste, a taste I wanted 
to learn more about it.

Kayla was kissing him while I sucked his cock. 
He was like a kid in a candy store with a 
Platinum credit card. I wasn't surprised when 
his erection filled my mouth. He was ready to 
go again and who could blame him. I kept 
sucking his manhood while Kayla took an 
inventory of everything else. I could tell by 
the way he was moving that he liked the taste 
of Kayla's pussy. It must have been almost as 
good as what I tasted as he came with a frenzy 
in my mouth.

"Enough, enough. Let me rest a minute."

"Aw, just when me and Kayla were getting into 
it, Bill. We'll just have to do something 
else."

He got to watch us do the something else. I 
never had sex with a woman before that night. 
It was nice and it was different. We were on 
stage with an audience of one. A one who got 
to see us do everything two women could think 
to do. A one who got to see his wife do 
something with another woman. A something he 
could only dream about before that night. A 
something burned deeply into a hidden place in 
his mind where he could cherish it forever.

Kayla stayed over and we kept it up all night 
until we collapsed in bed for a few hours of 
sleep. All three of us were exhausted good. I 
went to bed with a 40 year old man who turned 
out to be hotter than a 14 year old boy in a 
porno story.

"I never want to do that again." 

I couldn't believe my ears. 

I was just finishing up the breakfast dishes 
and Kayla was on her way home. He was sitting 
at the kitchen table. Just the two of us 
talking like we always do.

"Kayla is real cute and I know all my friends 
would just die if they knew what happened."

I was going to mention how unhappy he would be 
if he told his friends, but I didn't think it 
would be necessary.

"Watching the two of you get it on was really 
something and I couldn't believe how many 
times I got off."

I could believe it either, but wasn't 
complaining one bit. In fact, I was hoping he 
had a little something left for later in the 
day.
 
"I liked watching you get it on with her and 
really loved doing it myself. But you know..."

Well, this forty year old mother of two almost 
cried when I heard what he had to say next. 
Sure he liked getting it on with a hot young 
girl like Kayla. He didn't know anyone who was 
able to satisfy two women like he did. He got 
a good ego pump of course, and he got to 
make his fantasy world a reality. I was glad 
he liked his birthday present, but I liked the 
present he gave me a lot better than he would 
ever know.

"Did you notice how boring she was after we 
finished having sex? She really hasn't been 
around a lot, has she? Well, she's young so I 
guess she has some living to do. I'm not sure 
I could handle that on a regular basis 
though."

My, my, I guess living for forty years has a 
payoff. How nice.

"You know, Sally, it's great being married to 
a woman and not a little girl. Uh, did I ever 
tell you that I love you?"

The End

Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>






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