It was a beautiful, sunny Friday afternoon after a cold and dreary rain-soaked week, so I decided to cut out of the office a little early to mow the lawn, which was several days overdue and looked like a miniature forest. The warm sunshine matched my disposition as I drove home on my familiar route, windows down and radio blasting. It had been a long, exhausting week and I was greatly looking forward to the weekend.
I pulled into my driveway and parked my truck, grabbing a package of yard bags out of the bed, and headed into the house to change from my work clothes into my old, grubby yard jeans. I slowly climbed the steep staircase and pushed open the bedroom door with my head absently pondering the weekend's activities. As I walked in, my gaze fell to the bed and I stopped dead in my tracks.
A woman lay on my bed, smiling at me casually, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. My heart began racing. "Who are you?" I demanded.
"My name is Laura," she said, rising and walking toward me. The lapels of her dark power suit swayed seductively with each step of her four inch heels, her long, slim legs wrapped sensually in dark pantyhose peeking out from the matching knee-length skirt. "And I'm your present."
"What?" I stammered. "You're my...what?"
"Your present," Laura replied as she wrapped long, lean arms around my neck. "A present from your wife. This afternoon, I am yours, to do with as you please. To fullfil all those nasty, kinky desires of yours that she's not willing to do."
"Um, you're kidding, right?" I said. "This is some kind of joke."
"No joke," she said. "Here, call your wife and ask her," Laura produced a phone from the inside pocket of her suit coast.
"I'll use my own, if you don't mind," I replied. I dialed my wife's cell phone number and placed the phone to my ear.
"Mmm, yes?" answered my wife after a few rings.
"There's someone in our house," I said flatly.
"Yes, that's Laura," my wife said. "She's yours for the afternoon. I know you aren't completely satisfied with our sex life, and even though I'm not willing to indulge all of your fantasies, I want you to be happy. So go ahead, hon, fuck her, ravage her. Take her anyway and every way you've ever wanted to, with my blessing."
"You're not serious?" I said as Laura began to kiss gently at my neck.
"Completely and totally serious," my wife said. "Fuck her brains out, please. Consider it an early birthday present. I love you."
"I love you too," I said as my wife hung up the phone.
"Satisfied?" Laura asked, stepping back. In those high-heels, she was as tall as I was, her lithe figure a picture of athleticism beneath the dark suit and low-cut, wide-collared white blouse she worse. Her tits were small, but perky and she radiated a natural, athletic beauty with long legs, long torso and a face that needed very little makeup. She looked to be in her mid 30's and beamed at me as she slid the dark suit coat off her shoulders and down onto the floor. She locked her arms around me in a tight embrace and pulled my mouth to hers, a passionate kiss erupting between us. Our tongues danced, probing each others' mouths as my hands roamed over her back, cupping her tightly toned ass.
One by one, she unbuttoned my shirt, her hands sliding gently over my chest as she trailed downward, both with her hands and lips. Her kisses wrapped downward, spiraling around my neck and upper chest. She kissed and licked hungrily at my nipples as she slid my shirt off my shoulders and droppied it to the floor.
I reached a hand into the V of her blouse, pulling away the first button with a pop. My hands dove deeper under the smooth fabric, cupping and teasing her small tits through her bra as I worked the rest of the buttons loose with my other hand. She stood before me, with her shirt hanging open, just a hint of a lacy black push-up bra exposed between the shimmery white folds of her shirt. I reached in, grasping her breast firmly, feeling the nipple rise under my fingers. My other arm wrapped behind the small of her back, pulling her towards me for another passionate kiss as I pushed the silky white fabric away to expose her tight bosom. She freed herself from the blouse, tossing it casually aside as our lips parted, then grasped my head firmly and pulled me back towards her. Her dark brown eyes glimmered with lust as our mouths met again, my hands delighting in the softness of her skin as I caressed up and down her smooth back.
Laura dropped to her knees before me, her hands reaching out to unfasten my belt. As she pulled it away, one hand began to tease my cock and balls through my slacks while the other unzipped my fly. A few seconds later, the weight of my keys and cell phone cause my pants to drop to the floor and pool around my ankles, my bulging erection straining against the fabric of my boxers. Laura deftly pulled my shaft through the slit in front, my flesh protruding forth from the soft folds like a missile preparing for takeoff.
With one gentle finger, Laura began to tease my cock, barely stroking around the swollen head and down the front of the shaft, causing bubbles of pre-cum to ooze from the tip. She leaned in, her breath warm and wet against the tight skin of my cock. She kissed my member with those soft, ruby lips, just under the head, where it met the shaft, sending a tingle up my spine as more more pre-cum dribbed forth. Her kisses continued down the shaft as her fingers stirred the slippery fluid around my cock head and down under its ridge. Laura began to kiss and lick at my ballsack as her hand began to pump gently up and down my shaft. Her tongue darted around my balls, licking between and plunging farther, toward my taint. With one hand wrapped firmly around my cock head and her mouth licking fervently at my sack, Laura began to massage my taint, causing my hips to buck in time with her strokes.
I reached out to stroke her dark hair, which was neatly tied into a small bun at the back of her head. As she continued to stroke, lick and massage my loins, I pulled free her hair tie, watching a wave of curly dark brown hair tumble down her face and neck, framing that beautiful face on both sides. Laura lifted her head and tossed her now-free locks expertly to one side, then leaned forward with a smile and took me into her eager mouth.
My hands dug into her hair as Laura's tongue flicked across my cock in that warm, inviting wetness. Her head began to bob up and down on my glistening shaft as she sucked me voraciously. Her hands squeezed at my ass checks, driving her forward onto my cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth. As the last of my shaft disappeared into those ruby lips, I felt her fingers pulling open my ass checks and circling around my asshole.
"Mmmmm, ohhhh," I moaned as she teased my hole. She smiled as my prick popped out of her mouth, shimmering in the light with spit and pre-cum. Laura reached under the bed and produced a small bottle of lube, which she applied liberally to her fingers.
"You like your ass played with, hmm?" she cooed.
