This story is just a bit of light hearted fun. There are no great charactersations, just pure smut for the most part. I hope you get a chuckle from it at the very least.
Unless of course this exact same scenario has actually happened to you. In that case, you have my sincere condolences. Feel free to contact me and i'll give you the number of a great therapist...
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"Bye, honey, don't spend too much!" Rick waved goodbye as his wife's car reversed down the driveway. Although she had tried her best to persuade him to go with her, Rick was having none of it.
"I need time to wrap your present," had been his excuse. Luckily that had placated her.
"Ok, sweety, I'll let you off this time," said Linda before pulling him close and adding, "I hope it's something we'll
both
like..."
Rick had merely smiled enigmatically and shooed her away. She was right of course. Months of heavy hints about the new lingerie shop in town had not completely passed him by. He had spent an enjoyable lunchtime shopping there with the help of a deliciously buxom assistant called Roxanne. The fruits of his labours were currently hidden inside the cupboard in his shed. Pretty much the last place Linda might look since it was known to be inhabited by several large spiders.
He watched as the car disappeared from sight and then closed the door with a sigh of relief. He knew Linda would be gone for hours and although he did have to wrap her present, it still gave him ample time to sit and watch some football on the TV whilst drinking a few cans.
Heaven
, he thought happily.
Deciding that the wrapping needed to be done before he could relax in front of the footy, Rick ventured outside. He retrieved the boxes containing Linda's gifts and took them into the kitchen. Despite being shoved in a musty shed for a week, the boxes were fortunately free of arachnid squatters. Rick grabbed the rolls of paper Linda had left and opened the boxes to make sure the price tags had been removed by Roxanne.
The first box contained a black set consisting of a basque and lacy thong. Tiny jewels had been sewn into the fabric and as Rick held the garments up, they sparkled in the halogen light. He knew Linda would love them—it was just her taste. Expensive looking and feminine.
Replacing the garments carefully back amongst the tissue paper, Rick opened the second box. This was more to his own taste and he wasn't so sure Linda would like it, but he hoped she would at least wear it once.
The red PVC fabric was whorish to say the least, but it was well made and had certainly cost enough. This was no tacky concoction from a sex shop—this was designed to be kinky rather than cheap. As far as Rick was concerned, it ticked all his boxes.
Just the thought of Linda wearing this outfit with her blood red stilettos gave him an instant hard-on. He had even bought some outrageously priced stockings too. He sat down on one of the chairs and closed his eyes, still caressing the outfit almost lovingly. He imagined Linda parading across their bedroom, giving him that come hither smile she saved for the moments she was feeling particularly horny.
"Ohhh," he groaned as all the blood pumped into his cock.
The shiny material felt slick in his hot fingers, almost moist. He rubbed it across his face and with his eyes still tightly shut, he thought about how Linda's magnificent breasts would stretch the bodice. Roxanne had assured him the garment would be like a second skin once on, and he imagined Linda's hard nipples protruding through the small holes in the bra cups, teasing him with their erectness.
It's no good
, he thought. There was no way on earth he could concentrate on wrapping presents until he had done something about this hard-on. Rubbing the bulge in his trousers, he took the lingerie through to the living room where he would be more comfortable.
Floor to ceiling blinds afforded privacy from gawking neighbours and he flopped down on the sofa safe in the knowledge his wife wouldn't be back for hours. He could have waited for her, of course, but he knew she would be tired and grumpy after fighting the crowds of Christmas shoppers, so it was unlikely that she would be up for any sex later.
No, he was going to unleash his fantasies alone this time. It wasn't often he had the opportunity to indulge in some lengthy masturbation. Mostly it was a quick jerk off in the shower before work just to relieve some tension. The thought of a long and drawn out session was intensely pleasurable. Not even the footy was enough to make him change his mind now.
Rick pulled his trousers down to his knees and grasped his cock firmly. Fixing an image of Linda in his mind, bending over the bed in her new red stockings, he began to slide his hand up and down the engorged shaft. As he imagined Linda spreading her legs for him and playing with herself while he watched, his movements grew faster and more frantic.
Sensing the end was near he slowed down and took a breather. It wouldn't be so much fun if he blew his load too soon. The lingerie was still on the sofa beside him and he looked at intently it as a deliciously naughty idea germinated in his mind.
