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 ï>¿Twelve Days Of Christmas by m_storyman_x

   Day 4 - Wednesday

   An interesting trip home from church.

   The next morning was as normal a morning as we'd had in several days. 
Other than my wife picking another short dress she hadn't worn in years and
pulling down my pajama pants to play with my dick while I was making
lunches, yeah, it was a normal morning.  I also learned to check my text
messages more carefully BEFORE I open them in front of anyone.  I opened a
text from my wife in front of my secretary, which startled both of us with
the leg spread shot, obviously taken with her phone under her desk in a
pair of those new see-through panties.  The second picture that popped up
before I could close things was my wife with her panties half way down her
thighs.  I was sure as hell embarrassed.  I think initially Sam was too,
but that seemed to fade pretty quickly in favor of a knee pressing against
mine and a short struggle for her to take my phone from me to see the third
picture which was of her without her panties on and her legs spread wide
for me to see her shaved pussy.  The exchange spawned a short discussion
with Sam about being shaved or unshaven, and my preference there.  After
that, I swore her to secrecy.  Last thing I needed was for people at work
to find out I was getting sexts, even if they were from my wife!

   When I got home, we barely had time to do anything other than rush right
back out the door to church.  It was half an hour drive to church from the
house, during which my wife quizzed me about the pictures she'd sent and
how much I liked them.  I did my best to keep from her that her pictures
didn't end up quite as private as she anticipated, but I got the feeling
that she suspected someone else saw.  Fortunately, that discussion ended
when we arrived at church.

   "So, who was it?" my wife asked almost as soon as we pulled out of the
parking lot and headed for home.

   "Who was what?" I asked, not at all following.

   "Who did you show my pictures to?  Those weren't meant to be shared you
know."

   "I do know.  And NO, I didn't share them with anyone," I protested.

   "You didn't?"

   "Nope."

   "I see.  So why are you lying to me?" she asked.

   "Who said I'm lying?"

   "Lover, after forty-three years, don't you think I can tell when you're
telling the truth or not?"

   "I suppose you should by now," I answered evasively.

   "So, who was it?  Terry?"

   "No.  I definitely would NOT share pictures like that with Terry!"

   "Then Randy?"

   "Nope.  No way."

   "Not Eddie?"

   "Not unless he wants to share the same kind of his wife.  Then maybe," I
joked, getting a slap on the arm for my trouble.

   "Then who?"

   "Sam.  She was where she could see my phone when I checked your message.
I had no idea that you'd sent anything like that."

   "Sam?  You let Sam see my pussy?"

   "Not on purpose!"

   "Well...every woman at work is going to know that I send you dirty
pictures now!"

   "I don't think so.  I swore her to secrecy," I answered emphatically.

   "Like that'd help.  What was she doing sitting so close to you anyway?"

   "We were working on a spreadsheet on my computer," I answered.  "You
jealous?"

   "Of Sam?  Oh, I don't know.  I could see you getting interested in her.
She's pretty good looking.  Not as good looking as me, but not bad."

   "She doesn't hold a candle to you," I answered.

   "Uh huh.  Liar.  If she took her clothes off, I'm quite sure you
wouldn't complain."

   "I'm a guy.  Of course I wouldn't complain.  Doesn't mean I'd do
anything with her, but I'd sure as hell look."

   "You wouldn't?  Really?  If she took her clothes off and spread herself
on your desk, you wouldn't do anything?"

   "Who said anything about spreading herself over my desk?  I didn't even
say she took her clothes off!  You said that."

   "So you admit it.  You would do something if she spread herself over
your desk.  I thought as much.  She's such a slut, always looking to get
into your pants."

   "WHAT are you talking about?"

   "At the Christmas party.  Don't think I didn't see you two dancing
together."

   "Honey.  It was one dance and YOU told me to dance with her."

   "Uh huh.  And she spent the whole dance rubbing her body allll over you.
Did you feel her hard nipples digging into your chest?  How about her
pelvis pressing against your hard-on.  NO, don't deny it.  I SAW the
hard-on!  I'm not blind!"

   "Honey!  NOTHING happened!  We danced.  Yes, her chest brushed mine a
few times, but that was it.  You're making a mountain out of a molehill."

   "You honestly want me to believe that her hand on your ass was an
accident?  That she wasn't trying to get into your pants?  Trying to get to
that sexy cock of yours?  You know she wants it.  She wanted to pull it
right out and fuck you right there!"

   "She did NOT!" I protested, unsure of just where this all came from.

   "So, when she comes into your office, does she pull up her skirt and
show you her panties?  Maybe even pull them aside so you can see her pussy?
Is she shaved like me?  That's why you like shaved pussy isn't it?  Cuz
she's shaved?"

   "Oh Lord," I groaned as I drove.

   "Maybe I should invite her over some time.  Let you take her dress all
the way off, not just a little flash.  Let you strip her completely naked
and fuck her shaved little cunt.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?  Fucking
her tight little cunt?"

   "Good Lord.  What the hell has gotten into you?" I snapped angrily. 
"You should know by now that I wouldn't EVER do anything behind your back."

   "Right," she said.

   "Look.  If I'm going to fuck anyone, it's going to be you.  I'm not
fucking my secretary or anyone else, just you."

   "Fine.  Prove it."

   "Huh?"

   "Prove it.  Fuck me."

   "Now?"

   "Right now.  Just pull over somewhere and fuck me."

   I drove for almost three minutes in silence, trying to figure out if she
was serious or not.  I spotted the little abandoned convenience store and
pulled off the road into the parking lot.  I stopped the car and turned off
the ignition, throwing us into darkness, only the light of the half moon
lighting us.  I got out of the car in the cool of the night and walked
around the car.  I opened her car door and stood there.  "Come on.  Out."

   "Out?"

   "Out!" I said, reaching in and pulling her hand.  She resisted slightly
and then gave in, climbing out of the car.  I reached for her coat and
unzipped it and then pushed it off her shoulders.  I tossed it into the
front seat and then turned her around.  I unzipped her dress and pushed the
shoulders off her shoulders and pushed it down her body, letting it fall to
the ground around her feet.  I unsnapped her bra and pushed it off as well.
I turned her around and took her bra off her arms, tossing it into the car.
I reached for her panties and pushed them down over her thigh high
stockings, pushing them down her legs.  I turned her around and pushed her
towards the car, making her lean towards it, her panties caught around her
ankles keeping her from moving far.  I undid the front of my pants and
pulled out my dick, letting my slacks fall to my ankles.  I pushed down my
briefs and then moved the short step to stand behind her.  The cold air was
making her have goose bumps, but at that point I didn't care.  I squatted
down a little to let my cock aim up between her legs.  I rubbed my head
between her wet lips and then pushed slowly into her.

   "Oh fuck," she groaned as I pushed slowly up into her depths.  Her very
wet pussy lubricated much of my shaft before I had to pull back and let it
spread more of her lubrication on her lips.  Up again I pushed, this time
driving me into her until my head was pressed to the end of her tunnel.  I
started to pump my hips, driving into her in short hard strokes, one hand
moving to her chest to squeeze one of her puckering nipples, and the other
wrapped around her to slip a finger between her wet lips from the front,
teasing it to her clit.  "Oh fuck yes," she grunted as I started pounding
up into her, making her tits bounce and sway in the moonlight.  She pushed
away slightly and then bent over, resting her hands on the car seat so her
upper body was almost horizontal.  In and out I thrust, driving hard into
her with each stroke.

   "This what you wanted?  This what you think I've been doing with Sam? 
Fucking her over my desk like this?"

   "Mmmmmmm, it is a sexy picture, isn't it?"

   "It would be if it were you.  I'd fuck you bent over my desk any time
you want," I grunted as I pounded out bodies together.  "And I didn't show
her your picture on purpose, but she sure as hell wanted to see the last
one.  I think it turned her on."

   "Or the hard-on it gave you turned her on."

   "How would you know I had a hard-on?" I asked, still thrusting into her.

   "Why wouldn't you.  Look at what I got you to do without even working at
it," she breathed as her body grew closer to climax.  "Come with me.  Come
with me lover.  You have me so close, come with me."

   I could feel her pussy almost quivering, her tits swinging wildly with
each smash into her ass.  "You wanted me to do this?  You were just goading
me?"

   "Of course I was just goading you lover.  I know you wouldn't fuck
anyone else!  But God, when you're aggravated you fuck soooo fucking hard!"

   "Oh damn," I groaned as it all sunk in.  I could feel her pussy
contracting around me as her climax started to wash over her.

   "FUCK!" she squealed loudly as she climaxed around my thrusting cock. 
In and out I plunged as my own orgasm inched the last tiny bit towards the
tip over point.  My body bucked hard, driving into her hard and pumping a
gush of cum into her.  Over and over my body spasmed, putting more cum in
her quivering pussy.  "That's it lover.  That's what I've been asking for
since I sent the pictures."

   "Why didn't you just ask?"

   "It was more fun to see you get turned on, thinking about fucking her.
You did you know.  You had a nice big hard-on when you were talking about
her.  I bet if she did strip for you that you'd fuck her."

   "No.  Probably not."

   "Not even if I told you to?"

   "Why would you do that?"

   "I dunno.  Just a thought.  Now.  I'm cold," she said as she pushed her
coat aside on the seat and twisted, pulling off my dick and sitting into
the car seat.  She swung her legs into the car, leaving her panties around
her ankles.  She bent out the open door and collected her dress from the
pavement.  "We going home?  Or we going to stand here until your pecker
freezes off?"

   'You riding home like that?"

   "Why not?  It was sexy enough for you to wanna fuck by the side of the
road."

   "Whatever," I said, not at all understanding her.  I pulled my briefs
and pants up and then walked around the car and climbed in.  I drove the
rest of the way home looking at her sitting naked in the passenger seat,
ending the trip with a hard-on.  I put up the garage door and drove into
the garage and parked.  I reached up to press the button to close the
garage door, but she reached out to stop me.

   "Leave it up." She said with a grin.  She climbed from the car in
nothing but her stockings and heels and walked around the back of the car
to my side as I was climbing out.  She started to undo my shirt buttons, a
little grin on her face.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Stripping you.  You gonna help?"

   "Here?  In the garage?"

   "Why not?" She answered without losing that grin.  "You afraid someone
might see?"

   "Other than the neighbors?"

   She pushed my shirt down my arms, my hands stuck in the sleeves because
the cuffs were still buttoned.  "What if they did?  Would that bother you?"

   "Depends," I answered quietly as she undid the front of my pants and
pushed them down, followed by my briefs, leaving me naked from my ankles
up, except for my hands, which were still stuck in my sleeves, limiting how
far I could move my hands, including not far enough together to get the
damn things unbuttoned.  "You wanna help with these?" I asked as she knelt
down in front of me.

   "Uh uh.  I want you just the way you are," She said with a soft giggle.
I saw her look out of the garage toward the street and then turn back to
me, leaning her face toward my dick.  She opened her mouth and engulfed my
head, sucking and licking my head, almost as if she were trying to show off
just how long I was.  She licked and sucked my head, pulling her face off
of it a few times to leave my entire cock visible.  She continued this,
teasing me more and more until the garage opener light timed out and we
were thrown into darkness in the garage.  The only light now was the bit
that filtered into the garage from the streetlights and the moon, not
enough to see much of anything, but enough for us to make out each other as
our eyes adjusted to the darkness.  She stood up and turned away from me in
the narrow confines between the car and my work bench.  She reached for my
dick and aimed it at her pussy, pushing her ass back toward me, pushing me
slowly into her sopping wet pussy.  She held onto the work bench for
balance and twisted enough to look back at me.  "Now, fuck me like you did
out there.  Fuck me nice and hard."

   Who was I to argue.  I held her hips and started to pump my hips,
driving my cock in and out of her wet pussy.  I thrust hard into her, each
slap of my body to her bare ass making her tits swing wildly.  In and out I
plunged, her moans and gasps filling the garage.

   "That's it.  You know you want too," My wife whispered.

   "I want to what?" I asked breathlessly.

   "Not you.  Cloe," She panted, looking out the garage door.  I turned my
head to look and sure as hell, Cloe Rodgers, the lady that lived across the
street was walking out to the garbage can with a trash bag, wearing a bath
robe.  Cloe was far from our favorite person.  She was perpetually bitchy,
and took it upon herself to "inform" everyone in the neighborhood of their
wrongdoings, from leaving their trash cans out too long after garbage day
to your grass being too long.  It seemed like she spent her entire day and
evening sitting in her livingroom, looking out the picture window.  I sort
of felt sorry for her.  She wasn't a bad looking woman.  In fact, I was
pretty sure that if she chose to she could be a very sexy woman.  But she
had the personality of a witch and had driven her husband away years ago.
"That's it honey!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  Give me that big cock of
yours!" My wife said more than loud enough for Cloe, now standing by the
garbage can, trying hard to look into our garage.  "You're gonna make me
come.  Oh god!  Fuck me!" My wife cried louder.  Then she did what I didn't
expect at all.  "Alexa, garage light on!"

   I enjoyed my toys.  One of them being the smart switches I'd installed
all over the house, along with several echo dots to allow voice control of
various lights and fans.  I found it quite useful at times to be able to
turn the garage lights on or off without having to use my hands.  We were
thrown into brightness as the four hundred watt equivalent LED lights
blinked on.  Maybe Cloe couldn't see us before, but she sure as hell could
now!

   "Oh damn.  Gonna come," my wife half whispered half squeaked.  "Sooo
damn close.  Ohhhhhh god!  Gonna come!"

   I knew she was close, her pussy had been twitching around my pumping
cock for several minutes.  It only took a few more strokes before she did
climax, her pussy squeezing around me as I continued to thrust into her hot
depths.  She gasped and moaned as her legs shuddered, her pussy clamping
and squeezing me as if trying to pull me deeper into her.  If I hadn't
already come a little while ago, it probably would have sent me over the
edge too, but I wasn't quite there.  Almost, but not quite.

   I continued to pump into her pussy as her orgasm played it's tune with
her body, holding her in ecstasy for at least a full minute before she
started to soften and the trembles stopped.  I saw her look toward the
street moments before she pulled off my cock.  She turned around and
squatted down in front of me, grabbing my cock with both hands.  She
started to stroke me feverishly, working to push me over the top.  "Come
for me lover.  Let me have it all over my face and tits!"

   "Oh damn." I groaned moments later.  My body jerked and a jet of cum
lanced out toward her, landing in her open mouth.  She continued to stroke
me, letting my cum drool out of her mouth down onto her tits, making my
next shot feel all the more powerful.  Half a dozen times I pumped powerful
shots onto her face and into her mouth until all that was left was long
drooling strings dripping down onto her bare tits.  She let the cum that
had landed in her mouth drool down onto her tits before letting go of my
now softening dick.  She stood up and turned to face the open garage door,
and Cloe, still standing across the street, staring at her.  She moved her
hands to her tits and rubbing my cum into her skin.

   "Alexa.  Close garage door." She said, still standing watching a very
shocked Cloe.  "Damn that felt good," my wife said as the door closed and
the opener shut off.  "I'm so tired of that judgmental bitch!" To say I was
shocked at her behavior wouldn't even begin to cover my emotions at that
point.  She looked at me, staring at her.  "What?" She asked innocently.

   "Um.  Nothing." I said awkwardly.

   "Good.  Now take me in and help me shower.  After that little show, I
need to climax again.  My pussy is practically buzzing with excitement!"

   "Yes Maam!" I said, still not sure what had just happened, but more than
willing to help my wife have an orgasm any time she requested one.



   Twelve Days Of Christmas - Day 05

   A little sexting goes wrong.

   Day 5 - Thursday

   The next morning I was making lunches as usual when my wife came out of
the bedroom.  She had on a knee length sweater dress and knee length boots.
She stepped up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned into
me, kissing my neck softly.  Her hands slipped down to my pj shorts and
pushed them down until they slid to the floor.  "I think you should make
lunches this way every morning," she whispered as she grasped my soft dick
and started to tease it.  I turned in her arms to face her, sliding my
hands up the front of her dress to tease her back by squeezing her tits.  I
grasped each soft orb and raised my eyebrows.

   "No bra?" I asked in surprised.  She NEVER went anywhere in public
without a bra on.

   She grinned.  "Being without panties was such a turn on, I thought maybe
I'd try wearing nothing under."

   "Is it working?"

   "You tell me.  I'm standing in the kitchen playing with your dick.  Am I
getting turned on?"

   "From the feeling of your hard nipples, I'd say so," I said quietly. 
"So, you want me to throw you down on the table now or later?"

   "Gonna have to be later.  If you fill me up, I won't be able to send you
sexy pics later."

   "No?"

   "Uh uh.  I'm willing to walk around work half naked when no one else can
know, but I'm not walking around with a wet spot on the back of my dress or
your cum leaking down my legs."

   "Good point," I agreed.

   "Now, you finish lunches and I'm going to get breakfast ready."

   She kissed me goodbye a half hour later and I went to shower and dress
for work.  I still didn't know what had gotten into her, either the night
before or this morning, but I was enjoying it none-the-less.  After my
shower, I got ready to dress and found the only underwear in my drawer was
the new stuff.

   It was midmorning when she texted me a picture of her sitting at her
desk, her skirt pulled up far enough that if someone walked by, they could
easily see her whole pussy.  It was followed by a request for me to send
one back.  I walked to the door and made sure it was locked and then walked
back to my desk, dropped my pants and pulled the tail of my shirt up so the
see-through briefs were clearly seen, and then sat in my chair.  I pushed
my knees apart as far as the arms of the chair would allow, and then
snapped a picture of my partly hard dick.  Wanting to give her something
really good to look at, I pulled my cock out of the briefs and stroked it,
thinking about her sitting at her desk with her pussy exposed until I had a
nice fat hard-on.  I carefully tucked my dick into the briefs so that it
was completely covered and still completely visible.  I snapped the picture
and then sent both pictures to my wife, watching my phone to make sure they
both sent.

   "Hot damn!" I heard from the door of my office.

   "SHIT!  SAM!" I gasped in surprise as I looked up from my phone to see
her stepping into the office and pushing my door closed behind her.  I
tried to cover my dick with one hand, wanting to pull my pants up but
realizing they had slipped all the way down to my ankles.

   She stood there, watching while I finally stood up and pulled my pants
up, giving her a much better view of my dick through the see-through
underwear.  "I'm sorry.  I mean I was trying to be playful with my wife.  I
thought a locked door was a locked door."

   "Normally it would be, but after the other day, I couldn't resist
peeking.  I had no idea I was going to see you half naked.  You know. 
Maybe one of these days I'll let you catch me with my pants down...  or
off," she said with a giggle.

   "Maybe I should ask for my key back?"

   She held up the key and then to my surprise, pulled up the hem of her
dress, exposing a pair of tiny white bikini panties.  She made a show of
slipping the key into her panties and then making sure it slid far enough
down that it'd be hard to get out without pulling her underwear down.  "Any
time you want it back, come get it." She grinned before dropping her dress
back down and then turning to slip out of the office.

   I saw Sam in my office four more times that day, each time she pulled up
her dress close enough for me to see the key outlined in her underwear,
just daring me to go after it.  The last time was nearly quitting time. 
She pulled up her dress once again, this time I reached over and grasped
her panties and pulled down quickly, flipping the key out of the material.
I didn't stop there though, I pulled her panties all the way down past her
knees.  Surprised, she stood there, letting me look at her brown curl
covered pussy, for several long seconds before she pulled her skirt back
down.  "I didn't think you'd do it!" she whispered, turning bright red in
embarrassment.

   "Gotta be careful what you wish for," I answered her, reaching to her
thigh and sliding my hand up between her legs until my fingers found her
pussy.  "You might get it," I added as I stroked her wet pussy lips,
letting my fingers slip between them and feel her hot wetness.  She took a
deep breath and then bent over to pull her panties off over her high heels.
She stepped away, pulling from my hand and then tossed the panties into my
lap before walking quickly out of my office.

   "So did you like my pictures?" my wife asked when I walked in the
kitchen after work.

   "I did.  I hope you liked mine too.  They were expensive."

   "Expensive?" she asked looking at me.

   "Sam walked in while I was taking them.  She got a pretty good look."

   "Oh really?" Didn't you lock the door?"

   "Of course I did.  But Sam had a key.  Not any more, but she did."

   "Not any more?"

   "I took it from her.  At least now when I lock it, it'll stay locked."

   "That's good.  I'm sure she didn't mind the view though."

   "Oh, she definitely didn't.  In fact, I'd say she was interested in
returning the favor.  Hopefully I put a stop to that."

   "Well, come eat.  Dinner is ready," my wife said as she put the roast
onto a plate and carried it to the table.

   After dinner we settled on the sofa to watch football.  Unlike normal,
she chose to sit with me in my sectional recliner, half laying on me in the
sweater dress.  As we sat, I couldn't help but play with her bare breasts
through the dress and then after a while, her bare pussy under the dress.
At halftime she got up and disappeared, coming back naked.

   "Let's get you naked too.  It's only fair." She said as she stood in
front of my chair.

   "It is," I agreed, helping her undress me until all I wore was the
see-through briefs.

   "So, did Sam enjoy the view?" she asked as she slowly worked the briefs
down my thighs.

   "She must have, she was wet enough!" I said as she slid the briefs down
my legs.

   "She was wet enough?  How do you know she was wet?  What aren't you
telling me?" she asked, stopping pulling the underwear down.

   "She put the key in her underwear, so I'd have to either go after it or
pull her underwear down to get it."

   "So...which did you do?"

   "Both I guess," I said sheepishly.  "I pulled them down, but then
decided she needed to be teased back, so I played with her pussy for a few
minutes.  I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist."

   She chuckled, shook her head and pulled my underwear down the rest of
the way, tossing them behind her before climbing back into the chair on top
of me.  "Well.  As long as that's all it was, I guess I can forgive you. 
Now...  let's see what we can do with this!" She set the peanut vibrator in
my hand and kept the remote for herself.  "Let's see if we can get it to
vibrate both of us at once!"

   She lay half on me and we played around until we found a spot where I
could hold it against her clit, and against my engorged head at the same
time.  It was considerably more effective on her than me, but it definitely
had me as hard as I'd remembered being in a very long time.  I held her as
the little vibrator did its thing, pushing her quickly to an orgasm in my
arms.  After she climaxed, she took the vibrator from me and began to tease
me.  She worked it over and around my dick and between my legs, almost like
she was trying to get me as excited as possible without letting me climax.
She was laying on her side, her legs bent over mine, one tit pressed to my
side, her right hand holding my rock hard cock and her left teasing the
vibrator around on me.  The game was long forgotten as she teased it over
and around my dick, my nipples and her own nipples.  Finally after an
almost unbearably long time teasing me closer to climax and then backing
away again, she shifted to sit astride me, guiding my dick to finally slide
inside her hot wet depths.  She slowly started to lift and lower herself,
slipping her pussy on and off my dick.  She held the vibrator against her
clit so that it also vibrated my shaft.  "I have to remember to thank Diane
for turning us on to this little toy.  Can't remember the last time I was
so turned on again so quickly.  Maybe it's just that the first time wasn't
quite enough because it wasn't with your dick in me."

   "Oh?  What about last night?" I groaned as she slowly lifted and lowered
herself, the little vibrator pressed to her clit and my shaft at the same
time.

   "I guess I was pretty turned on," she admitted breathlessly.  "It felt
so good to show that witch just what she was missing."

   "Well, you did that." I groaned.

   "You seemed to enjoy it, from how much you came all over me."

   "It was kind of intoxicating.  You shocked the hell out of me when you
aimed me at your mouth."

   "You liked that, did you?"

   "Let's just say the sudden change had an impact."

   She giggled softly.  "Yeah.  I could tell.  Maybe you should do that to
Sam.  I bet she wouldn't mind getting a mouth full of your load."

   "I bet she wouldn't.  Especially if I made her come first."

   "Ohhhh yeahhhhhh.  I can just see her, kneeling in front of you in your
office, all naked, taking your load all over her face and in her mouth. 
Your cum dripping down her glasses and onto her big soft bare tits.  Tell
me.  Do you want to lick her pussy or fuck her?  I know how much you like
to lick pussy."

   "I'd do either." I groaned softly.

   "I bet you would.  Maybe I should call her and tell her to strip for you
and suck you off.  I bet she would.  I bet she'd do anything I asked her to
if it meant getting naked for you," my wife panted as her climax inched
closer.  "I can see you now, her bent over your desk, your cock sliding in
and out of her pussy.  Do you want to fill her pussy with your cum?  Do you
want to fuck her until you shoot her full?" My wife asked as her legs
started to tremble and her pussy started to clench and squeeze around me.
"Oh god.  I'm going to come thinking about it.  OH SHIT!" She cried loudly
as her body spasmed and shudders started to race through her entire body.
Her climax lasted long seconds before she had enough control to start
bouncing on me again, this time more vigorously.

   Up and down she bounced, her tits bouncing and flopping wildly as she
pounded harder on me.  I could feel her pussy still clenching and squeezing
me as she bounced, her orgasm apparently far from being done.  The
sensations were growing with me to the point that I couldn't hold back any
longer.

   My body jerked and I surged a gush of cum into her.  She felt it inside
her and slammed herself down on me, letting my surging cock fill her as she
sat panting, her pussy spasming around me.

   "What were you thinking about?  Licking her pussy or fucking her over
your desk?"

   "Who said I was thinking of her?" I asked quietly, trying to catch my
breath.

   "Because I did everything I could to MAKE you think of her.  So, was it
licking her or fucking her?"

   "It was watching her undress for me.  You know how I love watching you
undress."

   "You do." She agreed with a grin.  "Maybe I should call her and have her
tease you by undressing for you?"

   "You do and she'll probably not stop until she gets fucked."

   "Well, I'm not so sure I want THAT to happen.  Thinking about it is one
thing, but doing it?  I might not complain of you make her climax with your
fingers though.  You do a pretty good job there."

   "You're going to tell me that if I stick my hand under her dress you're
not going to be upset?" I asked a little incredulously.

   "Maybe." She said with a shrug.  "Now.  Let's go to bed.  And NO pjs
tonight!  I want us to lay naked all night, just in case I decide I need
something to play with."

   "I doubt I will ever understand you!" I said with a shake of my head as
she pulled off of me, our combined juices leaking down from her pussy.
   "Good." She whispered as she crawled off of me and off the chair.