A Christmas Card from an Old Flame
Johnny Boy had never gotten over Alexis' beautiful boobs
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I came home a little late from work and saw that Mary had left the stack of mail at the usual spot.
"Anything interesting arrive?" I asked.
"It's mostly pleas from charities for last minute, tax deductible gifts. The only personal mail is a Christmas card from your old girlfriend," she replied.
Shit. Here we go.
"Her boobs still look great. Why is she trying to torture me?" Mary asked.
"Mary, she's just a provocative person. She doesn't even know you, and she's not trying to torture you!" I said.
"I guess you're right. She's just trying to titillate my husband," Mary said.
"Mary, must we have this argument every year?" I asked.
"Must she send you her boobs every year? What is it this time? Naked with pasties over her nipples?" Mary asked. That's what it was last year, I recalled. Alexis has seriously hot boobs. I secretly kept all of her Xmas cards; later, much later, I could use them to see how gorgeous boobs change as the owner ages. Maybe I could write it up for the
New England Journal of Boobs
or something. I can see the title now: A Statistical Study of Beautiful Boobs.
"You haven't opened it and looked?" I asked.
"It's addressed only to you and not to occupant. It's against US Postal Regulations to open someone else's mail. Unlike you, I obey the law," Mary said.
"I'm sure Louis DeJoy would be fine with you opening a Christmas card. We're married, after all," I replied.
"Do you hereby authorize me to open mail addressed to you from former lovers?" Mary asked, raising an eyebrow.
I grabbed the envelope and opened it. Uh-oh. Oh, shit.
"Let me see!" Mary cried out, seeing my face as I looked at the card. She grabbed it out of my hands. "Oh my! She's going all out, this time. Look, she wrote a note."
Mary proceeded to read the note. I hadn't read it yet, myself. Mary read it aloud:
My dearest John,
I hope you remember me. If not, maybe this photo of my boobs will jar your memory? Anyway, good news! I'm coming to New York. Want to meet for a drink and ...?
I still love you, Alexis
"Does the bitch know you're in love with me? And married to me?" Mary asked.
"We invited her to the wedding, Mary. Surely you remember the fight we had about inviting her? She gave us the blue bowl you love and serve fruit salad in every time we have company," I calmly said.
"So what does she mean 'for a drink and dot dot dot?' Does she want to roll around on a bed with you?" Mary asked.
"Probably. She always was very sexual. You may remember that she's the one where --"
"Yes, I remember. No need to remind me. It's hard to believe any woman with boobs like hers could be so limber," Mary sniped.
"Mary, are you jealous?"
"Of course I am, you moron. Your old flame Alexis has boobs that could take a gold medal in the Boob Olympics, she flaunts them at you in a Christmas Card, which must be sacrilegious somehow, and she hints she wants to fuck you like old times again, and you wonder if I'm jealous? Seriously?" Mary said.
I kind of chuckled.
"You know, I might not have been able to steal you away from Alexis if she hadn't betrayed you by fucking the Holden Twins. Remember? Not that I blame her. If I had boobs like hers, I'll bet I could have fucked the twins, too," Mary said.
"You had eyes only for me," I smugly replied.
"For you and for the Holden Twins. I'll have to ask Mary when I see her if the rumors are true, or not," Mary said.
"What rumors?" I asked.
May blushed. She's so fetching when she blushes.
"What rumors?" I asked again.
"That their cocks are identical, and both rather big," Mary blurted out. "What are you doing?" Her voice betrayed alarm.
"Texting Alexis. I'm telling her I'd love to have a drink with her, and I'll bring my jealous wife Mary with me," I said.
"Don't --"
"I didn't call you jealous; don't worry. I'd like to see Alexis again, and with you there, there'll be no worries. Wouldn't you like to meet her, finally?"
"No," Mary replied.
My phone beeped. It was a text from Alexis:
That's great. Please do bring Mary. I'll bring the Holden Twins. I married only one of them, since bigamy is frowned on, but really, morally, they're both my husbands
I looked at Mary. She was smiling. "It's high time I met your old girlfriend Alexis. Count me in."
"You just want to fuck the Holden Twins," I teased. "Again," I added.
"Well, Alexis can't fuck them both at once. She'll need a little help," Mary teased back.
"Of course, she can fuck them both at once. Alexis uses all three holes. Trust me; I know," I said, in one of my stupider moments.
Mary is excited you're bringing the Holden Twins
I texted back.
Great. Mary can enjoy my husbands, while I enjoy you. We'll have a husband swap. Can't wait!
came the reply text.
Mary blushed. "Well, I can try. I don't have Alexis' boobs, but I'm told my pussy is fantastic."
"Who tells you that?" I said, faking jealousy.
"I wonder if the Holden twins will remember my pussy? They've certainly forgotten about my boobs by now," Mary wondered aloud.
"I thought you didn't know about the cocks of the Holden Twins? You said that earlier," I pointed out.
"Yeah, I guess I did. Well, I don't remember exactly, since I was so stoned and drunk at the time, I wasn't all that aware, but they both fucked me, and one time during the night I think they double penetrated me," Mary said, with a faraway look in her eyes. The look her in her eyes meant to me that she was remembering all the orgasms the twins gave her. "This time I'll pay attention. Maybe even I'll bring a tape measure."
"They both fucked you?" I knew it had to be the case, but I wanted Mary finally to admit it.
"Yeah. You didn't notice, because you were worshipping at the altar of Alexis' boobs. We could hear her moans and screams as you fucked her, but good. Small wonder she wants a repeat. I get you all the time, and I suppose it's cruel to the rest of humanity not to share you, but frankly, my dear, I don't want to," Mary said, channeling Rhett Butler from
Gone with the Wind.
She relieved a little anxiety that was building up inside me.
"However, if I can relive the Holden Twins, while you get your rocks off with Alexis and drive her to paradise again, well, that might work out fine, don't you think? One thing: I want to see those boobs for myself, okay? I mean, want to see them in-the-flesh," Mary said.
"I'm not okay with this, Mary. You really want to fuck the Holden Twins?" I asked. "You're my wife; remember?"
"Do you want to fuck little Miss Gorgeous Boobs again?" Mary shot back.
"It's Mrs. Gorgeous Boobs. She's married, you know. Like us," I said.
Mary glared at me.