Carls Gifts

The night began with a nervous sense of anticipation for the both of them. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings and smoothing the hem of her little black dress, knowing exactly what would come of it. Her husband, ever the accommodating partner, leaned against the bedroom doorframe, watching her with a knowing smile. Sarah still had a great figure, luscious firm tits that were small but spectacular, and an ass to die for.

"Big night planned?" he asked, folding his arms.

She met his gaze in the mirror and smirked. "You wouldn't believe how big. I've been looking forward to Carl all week."

"Carl," he repeated, shaking his head. "He's quite the boy-toy, isn't he?"

"Oh, you have no idea," she replied wistfully, a playful glint in her eye. "But tonight, I've got something special planned for us."

He raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. Their successful relationship was built on always satisfying Sarah's wants and desires, and while he didn't always want to know the details, he trusted her to have her fun and come home to him at the end of the night. "Well," he said, heading back toward the living room, "your Uber is here. Don't keep Carl waiting."

She laughed as she grabbed her purse, anticipating that the evening ahead would be much more than just fun for her.

"Don't wait up, John," she instructed him, knowing full well that he would anyway.

Carl was at their usual spot when she arrived, looking exactly as she expected. He stood by the bar, leaning casually, and gave her that smile that never failed to make her panties wet. But tonight, she wasn't here just for the usual-- she had a plan, and Carl was simply her unwitting co-conspirator.

"You look gorgeous," he said, his voice low as he kissed her cheek. "And I'm hopin' you're here for more than just drinks?"

She laughed as they slipped into a booth. "Definitely. But I need you to do something for me tonight."

Carl raised an eyebrow. "What are you up to now?"

She leaned in, her voice just above a whisper. "I'm going to make sure my husband gets the best gift tonight. And you're going to help me deliver it."

He grinned, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. "It's always something with you, isn't it?"

"Only the best for John," she replied sweetly without a hint of sarcasm. "But trust me, you are both going to love this one."

As they chatted and laughed, she kept glancing at the time, knowing her window was narrowing. By the time they wrapped up, it was already late, and her husband would be waiting for her. She paid their tab, gave Carl a playful pat on the ass, and they were off to finish her little scheme.

Several hours later, she arrived home, her cheeks flushed, her hair tousled, her makeup smeared, her grin wide and satisfied. Her husband looked up from his book, taking in her appearance.

"Well," he said, closing the book and setting it aside, "you're looking pleased with yourself."

She kicked off her heels, swaying slightly as she walked over to him, enjoying every moment of the playful anticipation she knew she was building. "Oh, I am," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Carl sends his regards-- and a small gift"

"Carl," he repeated with a chuckle. "Always such a gentleman. So, what's he got for me this time?"

She leaned in closer, her lips just brushing his ear. "A little something fresh. Still warm, too. Just for you."

He blinked, caught off guard by her boldness. "Fresh, huh?"

"Let me just say," she whispered, her voice playful, "it's not the kind of gift you wrap up with a bow."

His cock hardened as he followed her toward the bedroom, led by the trail of her discarded clothes. He was unsure of what to expect but ready for whatever she had in mind.

When they reached the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with that same teasing glint in her eye. She leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs and patting her lower belly lightly. But as his gaze dropped, she slid her hand lower, resting it just below her waist. With a wink, she softly patted her groin.

"There's your treat," she said, her voice low and laced with amusement. "It's still warm and, trust me, you're going to clean it up."

He laughed in disbelief, his grin widening. "You're unbelievable."

"And you love it," she replied, her tone dripping with confidence. "Go ahead. It's all yours."

With a chuckle, he knelt in front of her, clearly amused by the situation. There were no surprises here-- not really. They had long since embraced the humor in their unconventional dynamic, and tonight, the joke was as much about his playful humbling as it was about the intimacy of what she was asking-- no, telling him to do.

* Sarah *

I let him take it all in-- Carl's gift, still warm and fresh, trickling from me, waiting to be consumed. My stomach fluttered with a combination of power and excitement as I watched him process it. I was in control. This was my moment. And I was going to make sure he understood who held the reins tonight.

He leaned in closer, still unsure but clearly drawn to the sight. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, the way his breath quickened, and I reveled in it. There was no mistaking the conflict in him-- - he wanted to resist, but he couldn't. Not when I was looking at him like this.

"Go ahead," I urged softly, my voice thick with amusement. "You know you want to."

I watched as his hands trembled ever so slightly, but he moved closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his body before me. I felt a flicker of something deep inside-- satisfaction, maybe even something darker, but it didn't matter. I knew he would do exactly what I wanted. He always did.

As his face hovered just inches from me, I could see the mix of shock, awe, and, yes, desire in his eyes. The tasting of Carl's gift was so much more than just the sensual-- it was the power of me giving it to him, the knowledge that I was fully in control of him.

I could feel my pulse quicken, and a thrill ran through me. There was something so intoxicating about watching him, seeing him accept what I had brought him. He didn't question it-- he never questioned my desires. It was exactly as I knew it would be.

When his lips finally touched me, I felt a rush of heat flood through me. The feeling of him accepting Carl's gift so completely, so willingly, was both satisfying and empowering. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped my lips. It was almost as if I could feel his confusion, his acceptance, his arousal all at once. I wanted to savor every second of it, let him understand just how much I had him under my thumb.

I watched his face closely as he lapped up the creamy mixture, my body reacting to the intimacy of the moment erupted in a small but intense orgasm. His eyes stayed locked on mine, his expression a mixture of disbelief and awe. I felt his body tremble just slightly, and it made me smile.

"You're such a good boy," I whispered, my voice low, knowing exactly how much it would get under his skin. "You always know how to please me."

His eyes closed for a moment as he continued, but I could see him wanting this, wanting to give me what I wanted. There was no hesitation now, just obedience. I felt a surge of power knowing that he was totally at my mercy-- and he loved it.

* * *

A few weeks later, it had been another one of those nights where she knew exactly what she wanted-- and what Carl had promised to deliver. Her husband, though accustomed to her unexpected surprises, would never have guessed what she had up her sleeve. This evening, she had an especially bold plan, and Carl would be her accomplice. They had spent the evening at their favorite bar, but as the time ticked on, she knew her husband would be waiting eagerly for what she'd be bringing home.

When she finally walked in, she kicked off her heels and twirled playfully, flaring her flattering sundress, feeling the warmth of the evening still lingering on her skin. Her husband looked up from his book, his eyes already sparkling with the anticipation of what he knew was coming.

"Well?" he asked, putting the book down and leaning back in his chair. "Did you show Carl a good time tonight?"

She gave him a sly grin, shrugging as she walked toward him. "Oh, I think Carl had a great time, but I think you're the one who's in for a real treat tonight."

Her husband raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A treat, huh? What's the surprise?"

With a twinkle in her eye, she gently tugged on his arm, guiding him toward the bedroom. "Why don't you come with me, and I'll show you."

Once they were in the bedroom, she plopped down on the bed, crossing her legs with an exaggerated sigh. She patted the spot next to her and patted her thighs. "Come on, sweetie. Don't just stand there. I've got a delicious little surprise for you."

He raised an eyebrow but slowly sat beside her, waiting for the inevitable. She was never one to keep him in suspense for long. Her gaze stayed on him, and her lips curled into a devilish grin.

"I have to admit," she said casually, "this one's a little different."

"Oh?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "How different?"

"Well, let's just say Carl's gift needed to be delivered with a bit of extra... warmth."

Her husband chuckled, leaning closer. "Warmth, huh?"

"Yes," she continued, leaning in a little herself. "I had him deliver it in the driveway so that it would be piping hot and fresh. You know how much he enjoys giving me exactly what I need, and tonight, I think he really outdid himself."

She reached down, pushing her dress up slightly to reveal a bit more of her legs. She leaned back, patting her lower belly with a teasing smile. "You'll love this one. Trust me, he placed it just right."

Her husband gave her a confused look. "What do you mean, 'placed it just right'?"

"Oh, you'll see," she replied, sliding one hand slowly down to the curve of her hips. She gave him a wink as her hand moved lower and lower.

She slowly shifted her body, pushing her hips forward just enough for him to notice her hand resting just above her backside. As she pulled her knees up to her chest, the faint outline of something shiny on the seat of her panties became apparent.

"Wait... are you telling me--?" he began, but his voice trailed off as the realization hit him. His eyes widened as she pulled her knees to her chest even further, making it painfully obvious where Carl had delivered the "gift."

She grinned, reveling in the look on his face. "Yep," she said, biting her lip, "Carl made sure everything was perfectly placed-- and now, it's all yours."

He stood still for a moment, stunned by the unexpected turn of events, then shook his head and let out a low laugh. "Well, that's... uh, definitely a surprise."

"You always love a good surprise, don't you?" she teased, her voice thick with amusement. "Go ahead. Take a closer look."

With a mix of disbelief and amusement, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands slightly shaking as he removed her panties, still processing what had just been revealed to him. The warmth of Carl's "gift" was undeniably trickling from her abused rear end, and the playful glint in her eyes made it clear that this was part of the fun-- the surprise, the shock, the whole delicious package.

"Well, I guess this is one way to keep it interesting," he muttered under his breath, chuckling as he adjusted himself on his knees.

"Oh, it's definitely interesting," she quipped, watching him as he took a deep breath and smiled back at her.

As he leaned forward, still unsure of what he'd gotten himself into, she raised her eyebrows. "Don't be shy now. It's all for you."

* John *

There, in front of me, was Carl's gift-- still fresh, still warm, and slowly dribbling down her crack.

I could not breathe. My body felt frozen, yet something deep inside me stirred. I didn't know what to think, didn't know how to react. The air between us was thick with tension-- my body was confused, torn between shock and a strange sense of... acceptance?

She looked at me, eyes full of knowing, her gaze steady, almost expectant. "Well?" she said, a wry smile curling at the corner of her lips. "Aren't you going to take what's been given to you?"

Her words felt like a command, but it was the way she was looking at me-- so confident, so in control-- that made it impossible for me to do anything but obey. I had no idea how we'd gotten here, but I knew one thing: this moment was all hers.

I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I knelt in front of her. It wasn't just the shock of seeing her like this; it was the overwhelming sense that she was fully in control, fully commanding me to do this. There was no escaping it.

The scent of her, the warmth of Carl's semen still oozing from her wrecked butthole-- it was all too much. I didn't know what to do with the mix of emotions rising within me, but I knew one thing for sure: my body was reacting, even as my mind struggled to catch up. I was as hard as I had ever been, staring at her distended asshole and the trickle emerging from it.

I leaned in closer, drawn by the way she held my gaze, by the unspoken challenge in her eyes. Slowly, my lips moved toward her, and I could feel the tension crackling in the air.

When my tongue scooped the leading edge of the cum trickling from her ass and ran up her crack to her sloppy anus, the sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just the smell, the taste, the heat, the slickness, the residual warmth from Carl's presence, it was the way she had orchestrated everything. I felt like I was a puppet, controlled completely by her, my body acting on instinct while my mind swam in confusion.

But there was something else-- something thrilling about it. Her dominance, her complete control over me-- it was intoxicating. She had me exactly where she wanted me. I was hers, utterly. And somehow, that realization made me crave her even more.

As I sucked the elixir from her ass and heard her moan softly above me, her fingers tangling in my hair, something inside me snapped into place. The act of taking Carl's gift, of accepting it, was no longer a question of whether I should or not-- it was a question of just how deeply I would submit to her will.

As I continued, feeling her guide me, the taste, the sensation, the power dynamic between us-- it all blurred together. I was losing myself in it, in her, in the fact that I had no choice but to give her exactly what she wanted.

When I finally pulled away, I was breathless. There was a part of me that still couldn't believe what had just happened. I wiped my mouth, still reeling from the experience, and met her gaze. She was smiling, satisfied, as if everything had gone exactly according to plan.

* * *

Later, after the moment had passed and they were both comfortably entangled in the sheets, she nestled up against him with a satisfied smile. "So, what did you think of Carl's little 'gift' tonight?"

He chuckled, holding her closer. "I don't know what to say. It was-- well, unexpected, but it definitely made tonight memorable."

"That's what I'm going for," she said, tracing circles on his chest. "I do like to keep you on your toes."

He kissed her forehead, shaking his head. "You certainly do. I never know whether to be shocked or impressed."

"Both," she replied with a wink. "That's the fun part."

The next morning, Sarah seemed unbothered, humming to herself as she prepared breakfast. John, meanwhile, sat at the table, absently stirring his coffee, still lost in thought.

"I invited Carl over," she said suddenly, breaking the silence.

John blinked, his hand freezing mid-stir. "Carl? Over here? Today?"

"Yes, tonight." She didn't look up, her tone as casual as if she'd invited a neighbor for coffee. "I thought it would be good for you to thank him. After all, he put a lot of himself into making last night special for you."

A bright pink filled John's face. He opened his mouth to protest but found no words. What could he even say?

Sarah glanced at him, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Don't look so nervous, sweetie. He won't bite."

When Carl arrived that evening, John felt his guts twist. Carl was imposing-- tall, dark, broad-shouldered, and exuding the kind of confidence that made John feel invisible by comparison. He was ten years their junior.

Sarah greeted Carl with a warm hug and a kiss, her arms wrapping around him in a way that gave John a brief jolt of jealous energy. She laughed at something he whispered in her ear before leading him into the living room, leaving John to follow awkwardly behind.

"Carl," she said as they settled onto the couch, "thank you again for last night. It was exactly what I wanted."

Carl smirked, his eyes flicking to John. "Glad to hear it. And how 'bout you, John? Did you like it?" His question was direct, cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.

John fumbled for a response, his face burning. "Uh, it was... okay."

Carl chuckled, clearly amused by John's discomfort. "Just okay?."

Sarah leaned back, her hand resting casually on Carl's thigh as she turned to John. "Don't be rude, mister. Tell Carl how much you appreciated his efforts."

John's mouth went dry. He could feel both of their eyes on him, expectant and unyielding. He muttered "Yeah, uh... thanks," unable to meet Carl's gaze.

Carl just laughed again, a low, rumbling sound that made John feel even smaller. "The boy's a little shy, isn't he?"

Sarah smiled, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Carl's leg. "He'll warm up. He always does."

She leaned back on the sofa, her gaze shifting between the two men. "You know, John," she said, her tone light but commanding, "I think you should give Carl a proper thank-you."

John froze.

"John," she said softly, her eyes locking onto his, "why don't you show Carl just how grateful you are?"

John's heart pounded in his chest. He knew what she wanted, and the way she smiled at him sent a shiver down his spine. He hesitated, his mind racing, but Sarah's gaze was unrelenting. Slowly, he nodded, rising from his seat.

As he moved closer to Carl, Sarah leaned back, her smile never wavering. "That's my good boy," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

* Sarah *

I watched as John hesitated, his face a storm of emotions-- confusion, nervousness, embarrassment, and that delightful deep desire to please me that I knew would win out in the end. He glanced at me for reassurance, and I offered him a slow, deliberate smile.

"Go on," I murmured, my voice soft but firm. "Show him, John."

His hands fidgeted for a moment, and I could see the struggle playing out in his mind. There was something intoxicating about that hesitation-- about the power I held in guiding him past it.

When he finally moved, it was with a tentative step, his body language a mixture of reluctance and surrender. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass as I took in the scene. Carl, of course, looked completely at ease, his casual grin making it clear he was enjoying every second.

But it was John who held my attention. The way he knelt, his movements uncertain but obedient, sent a thrill coursing through me. His head dipped slightly, and I could see the rise and fall of his shoulders as he took a steadying breath.

Good boy, I thought to myself, my chest swelling with a mixture of pride and amusement.

Carl shifted slightly, his posture inviting without being overt. The contrast between the two of them couldn't have been more stark-- Carl, so self-assured, and John, caught in that delicious moment of vulnerability.

I felt a surge of satisfaction as I watched John overcome his initial reluctance. There was something deeply fulfilling about seeing him embrace the role I'd set for him, about knowing he was doing this because he wanted to please me.