DISCLAIMER:
This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector.
I decided it would be fun to write two stories. They would share the introduction, and then diverge to explore my two favorite activities. I don't want to give what they are away, because that will spoil the surprise. But, they are very different.
So, here's what to do: read the introduction, below. Then, read each story. Judge them completely on their merits, then come back here and pick which you like best. Can you do that? :) Of course, comments are always appreciated toCreampieStories@yahoo.com.
"Do I look alright?" Vanessa asked. She looked undecided, and I was aware she had been looking at herself in the mirror for some time.
I regarded her with the affectionate eye of a husband who loves his wife. She looked very fetching even so, from her black patent-leather pumps (with shiny gold buckles) to her cute blonde bob with the little flip in the back. In between, she wore black hose, a red sheath dress, and a wrap of some kind that reminded me of the TV character Maude. The Maude-look was more than offset by the deep bustline that let me see more than a little of the creases between her breasts. The overall effect was festive, a bit sexy, and yet conservative enough for our friends.
"You look great," I told her with warmth.
"You aren't lying?" she asked, biting her blood red lower lip (I love red lipstick!). "You're not being nice?"
I came to hug her. "I am being nice, but you look nice in any case." We hugged firmly, but not so much that her look would be smushed.
"My hair looks OK?" she asked. I nodded, finally liking her hair again now that it had grown out. I wanted to forget the entire "Pixie Cut" episode, as we referred to it. I especially liked the sexy modern flip, and told her so.
"And my makeup is OK?"
"A perfect amount," I smiled, "not garish but very much an evening look." I was pulling out the fashion sense I had gained in our 15 years of marriage. I had come to her wearing only jeans and flannel shirts, and now I even knew her tastes. "I really like the gold sparkly things."
"Its glitter, you big dope," she laughed. Smiles and laughs hadn't always been common in our house, but recently we'd both been making an effort at being congenial. As a result our love had grown like new plants sprouting from the ashes of a forest fire.
"Well, it looks great on you."
She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, then turned to face me fully. "You have been such a good boy," she smiled, "that I think you deserve a reward."
Yes! "Oh ho! I guess being good pays off," I said. "What did you have in mind?" I was hoping for a quickie before our guests started arriving.