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The Gift.

by Spiller

Chapter 10.

  When all of her body was smooth with oil, and smelled sweet and
strongly of lavender, I finally laid down beside her. While I
pressed my body against her my hand roamed her treasures, and I
kissed her the longest time, her mouth, her eyes, her ears and
her throat. Once more I brought her to the brink of an orgasm.

  "Erik, you are so cruel! Please, let me come. Please. I can't
wait any longer." She was shaking all over, and her voice sounded
almost as if she was in pain.

  "Just a few seconds, dear." I rolled on top of her and slid my
hard cock inside.

  "Ohhhhhh, yesss, eeeeiiiii, it's great. Oh, you feel so good
inside me." Her voice had an almost crying quality, and she
humped her cunt up and down to meet me. I rolled off her again.

  "Nooo, NO! Erik. It feels so empty. Don't do that to me! Erik,
please!"

  I reached down and started masturbating her clit. With a finger
on each side I rubbed her up and down, while I kissed and sucked
and bit her right breast. This time she reached the brink of
explosion very fast, but I continued.

  As her panting and groaning became more intense I whispered
into her ear: "Remember, the balcony doors are open. You can't
scream like you sometimes do. Keep it quiet."

  She choked her scream as best she could, but she could not help
thrashing in her ropes. She was such a wonderful sight, and I
think it must have been her strongest orgasm ever. At least I had
never seen her react so strongly. When she had crossed the peak I
stopped masturbating her, but instead I massaged her mons, her
belly and her thighs while she gradually calmed down.

  "Oh, my God, Erik. If I could, I'd throw my arms around you and
kiss you. This was so gorgeous that I hardly have words. Those
cuffs were a perfect idea."

  "What do you mean: Were?  They ARE a perfect idea. This was
only the beginning, my dear wife. Now I want some serious
fucking. We are very far from finished."

  For the next hour and a half I fucked her every way my
imagination could come up with. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass,
her breasts. Mary came three more times, and I filled her up
twice. Finally, around half past eight, we were back down in the
kitchen. I had ordered her to let the cuffs stay on, as her only
item of `clothing' apart from her stockings. She slumped down in
her chair at the end of the glass table.

  "Phew, Erik. I have never, ever been so fucked out in my life.
This is better than anything I could have imagined! Can you see
my pussy?" She spread her legs a little wider. "Does it look as
battered as it feels?"

  "It looks red and greasy, and it is seeping juice and sperm
down into the yellow cushion."

  "Great, because that is how it feels. Oooh, you were so good,
Erik. Never better. And I love you more than ever. But there is
absolutely no energy left in me. You'll have to fend for yourself
if you want supper."

  Out of what I could find in the fridge and the freezer I made
us a light supper, crushed avocado, plenty of scrimp, a couple of
hardboiled eggs, lemon and a piece of bread. A protein `bomb'.
Just what we needed.

  "I have a proposition, Mary."

  "What now. More ideas?"

  "In a way, yes. Did you do what I told you? Let your
imagination run free?"

  "Mmmm, I did. Yummy."

  "I should like us to make three envelopes each. In each note we
describe a fantasy, a yearning, a lust, which we should like to
try. Today we have done one of mine, so next time we use the
cuffs, I'll draw one of yours, and then do what I can to carry it
out. Next time you take one of mine, etc. How does that sound to
you?"

  "Wow. Exciting. But I'm not quite sure I can do it."

  "Why not?"

  "How about it, if you think my fantasy is too much?"

  "I'll promise you to do my best to carry it out. Plus, I really
don't think you can shock me that much. I am rather horny myself,
you know."

  "I can attest happily to that, dear, thank God."

  "OK. Do we have a deal? Three fantasies ready for Saturday?"

  "Deal. I think it's a good idea to say Saturday. Gives me a few
days to think. By the way; what do I do now? Do you want me to
dress properly, or do I spend the rest of the evening likethis?"

  "Like this, dear. I may have had all the pussy I can handle for
tonight, but I still think you are a fine sight for sore eyes.
But you could do me one favour."

  "Tell."

  "When we go into the living room I want you to put that yellow
cushion into a pillow-sheet. I should like to fall asleep tonight
with those lovely smells in my nostrils."

  "God, you are naughty!"


Chapter 11.

  Thursday morning I left a little early, because I wanted a few
minutes with dad. I turned into a rest area, stopped the car, and
concentrated hard. Sure, a minute later he was there.

  "Did I disturb you?"

  "Not at all. I already told you that. Can I help you?"

  "I don't know if you can, dad."

  I told him about the success with the shop assistant, which
made him chuckle. "So what's your problem?"

  "I'm a little out of ideas, to tell you the truth. I have
decided to follow your advice and wait, until profits start
turning up at the company, so I'd sure appreciate a few ideas on
how to use my new ability until then."

  "Like I told you, there's almost no limit, son. Keep your eyes
open and follow your wishes. Which directions are you
contemplating?"

  "Well, I'd like to put a few more eggs in my basket, for one.
As you probably know I'm not in need. Our savings account is
fairly comfortable. But a little more will always be welcome."

  "Of course it will. I'd advice you to start out getting
yourself some good bargains, that's easier. People are always
more on the alert, when they come to the point of actually
handing out cash.  I know, that your pretty wife wants another
car, and I think she deserves it. The one she's got now is ready
for the scrap-yard. You could easily get a fine, almost new
luxury car, at about half price. Wait a second."

  I was alone for a few minutes. I had just wondered a little
about his extraordinary interest in Mary, when he was back.

  "There is a Fiat dealer close to your office. He's got a
perfect, very sexy Alfa Romeo two-seater convertible, only three
months old, for 30.000 dollars. (Here, my dear reader, I have to
mention that in Denmark cars are so heavily taxed, that we pay
for three when we get one!)  I'm sure you can persuade him to
sell it to you at half price, cash. Send him a few images of
rainy, Danish summers, and words like `get rid of', `too
special', `half price' - and you'll see him melt."

  "Are you sure Mary will like such a car?"

  "Am I sure? Let me tell you something, son. A woman would never
buy a car like that! But if she gets it as a present, she'll love
you to death. It is sexy, it will make her feel 20 again, and
she'll see you as a daring and self-assured man."

  "OK, ok, I get you. I don't know much about women, do I?"

  "To tell you the truth: No."

  "How come, by the way, that you are SO interested in Mary? It
wouldn't be because she was naked with me the other night, would
it? Dirty old man!"

  "Hm. Caught in the act. Yes, I have to admit she called my
attention, through you."

  "You keep your dirty mind out of her! Right?"

  "Sure. Promise. And even if I wanted to, I couldn't. She has
absolutely no idea of the afterlife, and she couldn't receive an
elephant, if it tried to enter her mind."

  "But you can, through me?"

  "Sure!"

  "Dad, you haven't got a body! What kind of pleasure could that
give to you? Even if I was willing to help you."

  "For once I haven't got an answer, son. But there is a guy up
here who brags, that his son took him to a whorehouse many times,
200 years ago. I could ask him. But please, no whorehouse. The
son died of Syphilis."

  "You sound terribly eager. OK, you find out how they did it,
and I'll think it over. I'll run off, now, maybe I can catch the
Fiat dealer before office hours."

  "Good idea. Call Henny and tell her, you may be delayed a few
minutes."

  Wow, the old man was right. That Alfa Romeo WAS a sexy car. I
had trouble keeping up a poker face, feeding him negative images
and words. He squirmed like a salmon on the hook, because at
30.000 it was a good deal, but at last I took out my checkbook
and said: "15.000 cash. That's my last offer, if you can have it
registered to my wife by noon."

  "Oh, all right. You sure drive a hard bargain, Sir. By noon, in
your wife's name?"

  "Yes. I'll pick it up shortly after 12."

  It was a fairly ordinary morning at the office. I asked Henny
for a favour: That she'd drive me to the Fiat dealer, first thing
during lunch break, and take my car back to the company parking
lot. At ten I called Mary and told her to be ready in our front
garden at half past twelve.

  "What for?"

  "You'll see. Sorry, I'm busy. Bye."

  At twelve Henny rolled us out of the parking lot, and I
directed her to the Fiat dealer.

  "Wow, are you going to have a new car?"

  "No, it's for Mary. The one she's got is ready for the scrap
heap."

  When we stopped in front of the dealer's office, the Alfa was
ready right there.

  "Is THAT the one?"

  "Yes."

  "Oh, my. What has she done to you?"

  "Well, little favours."

  "I should say so. Wow, it's sexy."

  I told her I'd be back a little after one o'clock, picked up
the keys and the papers, and said my good byes to a sour looking
dealer, who apparently regretted the sale.

  What a car! No only sexy, but very powerful, inviting me to
some fast driving. It turned corners like on rails, and even the
animalistic sound of the engine added to its sexy feeling. Five
minutes earlier than expected I stopped with screeching wheels in
front of our house. Mary was there, in a chair in our front
garden. I jumped out and went up to her.

  "Hi."

  "Hi. What's that? Are you going to buy a new car?"

  "I already bought it."

  "Why? Your Toyota is fairly new."

  "Right. But this one is not for me. It's for you." I handed her
the keys. "A sexy car for a sexy wife." I kissed her.

  She ran out into the street. When I got out there, she was
dancing round the car, running her hands all over it.

  "Erik, Erik! It's beautiful! I love it! I love you! Eeeoowww! I
can't believe it! Do you think I can drive it?"

  "You'll get to try it, right now. You have to take me back to
the office straight away. Come on."

  I jumped into the passenger seat, took a minute to show her,
where it was different from her present VolksWagen, and issued a
last warning:

  "It's very powerful, Mary. Go a little easy the first few
miles!" She did so for a little while, but when she had turned 4
corners she stepped on it! I cannot say I was afraid, for she
turned out to be an excellent driver, much better than her old
VolksWagen had allowed her to show, and faster than ever we
rolled onto the company parking lot. She let go of the wheel,
threw her arms round my neck and kissed me, eagerly.

  "Erik, what a wonderful gift. It's not even my birthday! God, I
love it. I'm going to take it for the longest spin right now. You
may hope for me to be back when you get home."

  "That's a good idea, dear. I think you should go back home,
first. You'll need your licence, and your credit card to buy
petrol."

  "I will, I will. I love you. Bye, bye." With flying hair and
the speed of Michael Schumacher she took off.


Chapter twelve.

  I grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the cafeteria and was
back in office right on time.

  "Hi. Here are you keys. What was all that about? You make me
curious."

  "Mary's old VolksWagen has had it. I thought she'd like a new
car."

  "Even if you had a new VolksWagen you'd be happy to get one
like that! But I never suspected that Mary would want an Alfa
Romeo."

  It dawned upon me, that Henny had not met Mary since last
year's Christmas party. At that time she sure did not look like
an Alfa woman. Well, for that matter, I did not look like a
womanising mind-controller, either!

  "Well, you know. When the last kid moves out, it does something
to a woman."

  "I wouldn't know. I never had kids."

  "Well, I don't know how to explain it. Something like `momma
moves out' and `the woman' moves back in. Does that sound
sensible?"

  "It sure does. Lucky you! I've seen so many of my friends
transform from lovely women into mousy mommas, and most of them
never go back, even when the kids move out."

  "I do think Mary is on the move. We'll se. Give her sometime."

  "I wish I could inspire Claus to give me an Alfa Romeo."

  "Talking of Claus. How did he react to your shaved pussy?"

  "Very enthusiastically, thank you. He's convinced I did it for
him."

  "Then you'll have no trouble about our date for tomorrow? That
is, if you're still up to it."

  "You bet I'm up to it. The more I've thought about it, the
nastier I think it is. Could we make it even nastier?"

  "Maybe. How?"

  "If you could bring me your cock, tasting of Mary's pussy, I'd
suck it clean."

  "Wow, that would make it nastier, all right. A double cheat!
I'll see what I can do."

  There were no visits to the archive that Thursday. Claus had
been quite eager last night, and we also had a lot of work to do.
Meetings were scheduled with stores, sales and different
production units, and I even called for a short meeting, Friday
at one, for a general information with all departments present.

  When I got home the old VolksWagen was in the garage, and the
Alfa was nowhere to be seen. I made coffee and took it to the
terrace with the whisky. I had only just poured one of each, when
I heard the Alfa in the driveway. A minute later Mary was with
me. Her cheeks were red, her eyes shining, and her hair blown
into wild disarray. She jumped into my lap and started kissing
me, fast and hard, and a million times.

  "Erik. You wouldn't believe how wonderful it is. I'm still all
bubbly inside. How on earth did you get that divine idea?"

  "I knew you'd need a new car before long. You've changed so
much this summer, and I love my new, hot wife so much, that I
thought another VolksWagen would be most improper. You're no
VolksWagen woman any more."

  "Ha, ha. You could say that. But this car is downright sexy,
and maybe too young for me. Not that I don't love it. I do!"

  "You're downright sexy, yourself! And you're a lot younger than
you were 10 years ago. You even look it!"

  "My, are you a flatterer! Keep it up, dear. That one just
earned you a dinner invitation, right now."

  "You are not going to cook dinner right now?"

  "Ha!  I feel like anything but a cook, right now! No, my dear,
I'm going to take you to that small gourmet restaurant 50 miles
up the coast, which we happened upon two years ago. I stopped by
and booked a table for two, overlooking the ocean. Finish your
coffee, have another whisky, and let's go." She kissed me a
thousand times again, and then she jumped off my lap. She seemed
so full of energy.

  I poured another whisky. I knew very well that she wanted to
drive, herself. She disappeared into the kitchen, while I drank
the rest of my coffee and the extra whisky. She returned while I
was closing the terrace doors.

  "Ta-ta. How do you like this?"  She did a pirouette with her
arms held high. She looked stunning! She had changed into a long,
black skirt, and she was wearing a flaming red mohair jumper,
which did wonders to her breasts. I had never seen it before.

  "I bought this sweater because it is exactly the colour of my
new Alfa."

  "You look great, dear."

  I also bought a present for both of us. I have it in the car.

  "OK, I'll just pick up a coat. The evening may get cool for the
ride home."

  "You don't need that. Come on."

  In the driveway she reached into the passenger seat and pulled
out a black leather jacket. "Here you are, dear. I'm sure it will
fit."

  "Hey, woman. You must have paid a million for this. It's
beautiful. And soooo soft."

  "You deserve the best, love.  Ha, ha, and so do I. I've bought
the same one for myself." She slipped into her own. She really
looked tough, and very feminine, too. I put on mine. She smiled
at me. "Hey, you look real good, Romeo. Your Alfa ride isready."

  Wow. This afternoon had turned her into a different driver. She
turned off at the first exit from the motorway, and soon she was
navigating the small country roads leading north. She handled the
strong car with assurance, turned corners with amazing speed, and
she didn't touch the brakes unless it was absolutely necessary.
Fortunately no police was out, or we should have ended up with a
stack of speeding tickets! Amazingly I felt safe with her fast
driving. She was really good.

  We were back home about half past eleven. I was really tired,
and fortunately Mary was too. While we undressed she said: "I had
such naughty plans for you, Erik. But this day has been so
exciting that I'm going to fall asleep in two minutes. I'll make
it up to you in the morning."

  "Oh, dear, you'll have to be early, then. I have to go at least
half an hour early tomorrow to make some calls to USA."

"We'll see." She snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder.
Seconds before she fell asleep she whispered: "I love you. Such a
wonderful gift....."


Chapter thirteen.

  I woke up to the sensations of Mary's mouth around my hard
cock. I reached down to stroke her hair.

  "Good morning, Romeo. How do you like your alarm-clock?"

  "Ooohhh. It's great. Good morning."

  "Roll over, I want to ride you."

  She wrapped her dripping cunt around my cock and started a
rocking motion. I was severely tempted to carry it through; on
the other hand my cock was now sufficiently oiled for Henny! I
looked at the clock.

  "Mary. Mary, stop it. I have to get up. I told you last night,
I have to be early in the office today. Much as I hate it, I have
to get going, right now."

  "Oh, shit. I forgot." She got off me, kissed me and said:
"Never fear, love, I'll take care of you when you get home. Go
and take a cold shower! I'll make your breakfast. Just a quick
one?"

  "Right."

  I turned on the water in the shower, but I used a washrag to
clean my face and torso while Mary's juice dried on my cock. I
shaved and dressed quickly, and when I got down to the kitchen
Mary had coffee and a cheese-sandwich ready for me.

  "I'm sorry I forgot, Erik. I must have been too tired to pay
attention last night."

  "It's all right, Mary. We'll catch up in the afternoon. OK?"

  "Sure. I'll see what I can come up with. Bye, love."

  I have to admit that for the first time I felt like a heel. I
had no trouble handling the affair with Henny, because I felt it
did not take anything away from Mary. But this time... Well,
fortunately I did not take long to recover, and soon my attention
was focused on the upcoming meeting with Henny.

  She was already there when I entered my office, five minutes
early.

  "'morning."

  "Good morning, Erik. How are you?"

  "I'm fine. Are you?"

  "Sure. So you remembered our date."

  "I did. I have fulfilled my part of our agreement. Have you?"

  She lifted her skirt to show me a pair of thin rubber panties!
"It was a lot naughtier than I had expected." She dropped the hem
of her skirt and moved up closer.

  "Sit down. I want to do this while you sit in your chair. Then
we can go into the archive."

  Unceremoniously she unzipped me and fished out my cock, which
was only semi hard. When she pulled back my foreskin and wrapped
her lips round the head it soon reached full size! She hummed
little tunes while her mouth moved up and down, but then she
pulled away.

  "Mmm. This is very good. Your wife has a lovely taste and
smell. I want to get it all." She licked and sucked me all the
way down to the base, and she even put her nose into my hair and
sniffed.

  "Ooohh, this is wonderful. Almost as good as licking her in
person. Take me into the archive now, or my juice will have
washed out all Carl's sperm."

  We locked the door from inside, and I turned to pull down her
rubber panties. She pushed me back and got up on the table.

  While she spread out and placed her feet behind the lamp and
the clamp, she said: "There are a few hooks halfway up my belly.
You can open them there."

  They were a little tricky, but suddenly I managed, and the
whole front of the panties folded down and revealed a smelly,
red, greasy and leaking cunt.

  "God, you look used!"

  "Believe me, it is used. It's only half an hour ago Carl fucked
me silly and drove me here. Now I want your big cock. You asked
for this mess, now use it!"

  I had never tried anything this nasty! It was sheer heaven to
slide into her. No resistance at all, not her usual tight fit. A
big, sloppy silky cunt, gushing and leaking, her husband's sperm
sloshing round my cock. When I hit bottom she started whimpering.
She let out the horniest meowing little cries, while she rolled
her head from side to side, supporting the back of her head
against the wall.

  It was absolutely wild! The more I thought of her husband
fucking her, the hornier I got.

  "God, Henny, you are such a slut! Is it good to get your second
cock in the early morning? Is it?"

  "Yesssss, yesss, I'm a slut. Yesss, I love to be a whore. I'm
on fire, Erik. It's a million times better because I'm still
horny from Carl fucking me, and I've got the taste of your wife's
cunt in my mouth! God, I love to be wicked!" Those words just did
it. Simultaneously we started coming. I pushed the hardest I
could against the bottom of her cunt and poured gush after gush
into her, while her cunt opened up even more, and then squeezed
and massaged my cock in the most wonderful way.

  For a little while I held her in my arms while she leaned down
and rested her head on my shoulder. When my softened cock fell
out of her, she returned to reality, too. While I dried off with
a Kleenex and pulled up my pants, she struggled to hook up her
rubber panties. She threw me a wicked smile.  "I'm going to keep
this locked up all day, and when I get home I shall spend a
couple of hours with my fingers and my massager."

  "You are going to walk around like that all day?"

  "Sure. And I'll be horny most of the time. All the mess stays
in there. It is such a lovely, squishy feeling. Never fear, the
smells stay in there, too. I've tried it before."

  All those years wasted, without knowing the kinky potential in
most women! My own Mary for sure didn't need much pushing, to
transform from a boring once-a-week household fuck into a hot,
daring and exciting mistress. Not to mention kinky little Henny.
Well, I was not going to cry over spilled milk; I was going to
catch up!

  Looking at my watch I realised that people would be arriving in
the offices around us. I stepped out into my own office, looked
around and called Henny. Soon the day gained its usual momentum.
The meeting at one was a success. The leaders of the different
production units were very positive. They all realised the
advantages of direct contact to my purchasing `department', and
one even solicited a good idea: I have copies of all
constructions that are produced, but if each unit would circle
measures and figures which were vital, and even more important:
mark figures and details which were not vital to the function of
the end product, I should have a much larger choice on the
market.

  When the meeting ended a little after two I decided to call it
a day. I kissed Henny good-bye and told her she could leave any
time after three. When I got home there was no Alfa Romeo in our
driveway.

To be continued......








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