"What do you get for the woman who has everything?" Jack asked himself. His wife Carol was easily as successful in business as he was in his law practice. Neither of them wanted for much materially and after ten years gifts of extravagant jewelry or even sojourns in exotic locations seemed almost anti-climactic. This year he would give Carol something he knew she'd been dreaming of for the last few years. He would give her an indulgence she hadn't thought she would actually be able to have. The "what" determined the how became his mind's task.
Jack began interviewing candidates discretely. The pretext was that Jack was looking for an eighteen year old senior to be an intern "gofer" with his law practice. The clever attorney made arrangements to interview seniors from St. John's. Jack had no doubt he would find the perfect gift for Carol among the student body. Jack wanted a candidate from the local parochial school for the simple reason that he knew that what Carol craved above all else was a boy's innocence.
After interviewing several eager workers; all of whom were too short, spotty or chubby, Marcus walked in. After a quick interview with innocuous seeming leading questions it seemed that Jack had found his man. Slender, dark haired and olive skinned with deep brown eyes, the boy was exactly Carol's type.
"So tell me Mr. Cicero; you ARE eighteen, correct?"
"Yes Mr. Carson, I am," Marcus replied.
"This job might cut into your free time, are you sure your girlfriend won't mind?" Jack asked slyly.
"I...I don't have a girlfriend, Sir."
"A strapping young man like you, well, I am sure you have had plenty of girls."
"Um...no Sir, I haven't met the right girl yet."
Was this kid perfect or was this kid perfect? Feckless, definitely a virgin, fresh faced and fit. All that was left was to make the boy burn for Carol. This would be easy enough, as the intern was given free time on an office computer that Jack "carelessly" loaded with several videos of his stunning wife in action with several of her lovers. The boy surely would get an eyeful of Carol's full breasts with their long, chubby pink nipples as well as her lustrous auburn hair, flashing green eyes, and long, elegant legs. At thirty-five Carol Carson was the kind of older woman every young boy spent countless hours daydreaming about; powerful yet feminine, sensuous yet nurturing.
Jack finally caught Marcus watching a video of Carol. This was one of Jack's favorite home videos; where Carol took on three black soldiers home on leave from Afghanistan. The sultry Carol did her patriotic duty, satisfying their massive young cocks with her well-seasoned holes. Jack remembered how they had left her filled with hot cum and savored the memory of getting "sloppy seconds". Marcus was masturbating furiously watching the orgy on the computer screen.
"You like my wife's body?" the lawyer asked.
"Errrrrrmmmm," the boy was caught. He had no idea how to react.
"My wife likes younger men, Marcus. It is a fact I have come to terms with and have come to enjoy. I get quite an eyeful and when she's done enjoying her stallions she satisfies my every need. It's an arrangement we are both quite happy with. So my question to you, Marcus, is would you like to fuck my wife?"
"Mr. Carson," Marcus stammered nervously "I...I'm a...v...v....v...."
"A virgin, Marcus? I already knew that. It's why I hired you. I decided this year I would give my wife a virgin to have any way she wants. Would you be willing to be my wife's Christmas present, Marcus?"
Marcus only had to think about it for about thirty seconds. Here was a chance to become sexually experienced without the pressures of an ongoing relationship and it was certainly less tawdry than losing it with a prostitute. He heartily agreed and terms were discussed. Marcus would be presented to Mrs. Carson nude under the Christmas tree with his hands tied behind his back and would obey her every command knowing that at the end of the evening he would have spent his virginity in the velvety warmth of the statuesque goddess' caress.
In the weeks leading up to Christmas Marcus fantasized constantly about Mrs. Carson; her voluptuous body and outsized sexuality. He'd seen so many scenes of her on Mr. Carson's computer, mostly with younger men and in some cases orgies involving groups of men and women who seemed to be married couples of the Carson's acquaintance. He was certain his initiation into the mysteries of sex would be much more...interesting...than most young men's. His mind kept returning to a video he'd seen where Mrs. Carson used a strap on dildo to anally violate a younger guy and felt anxious, yet aroused. As directed by Mr. Carson Marcus refrained from masturbating at all on Christmas Eve. He couldn't sleep from the anticipation of what he would soon experience.
Christmas morning at 6:00 am Marcus arrived as directed and was prepared by the maid for his role under the tree. Irena undressed the youth and directed him to a tub filled with warm water infused with rose petals. After his fragrant bath, his hands were bound with red cord and a red ribbon was tied around his erect member. A collar was buckled around his neck with a cheerful tag affixed reading "To Carol, Love Jack".
Marcus was directed to stand at parade rest in front of the tree and to wait for the Carsons to make their way downstairs. Around 9:00 am the wealthy couple descended the staircase. Wearing full makeup and a sheer purple negligee, Carol caught a glimpse of her present and squealed. She ran to the tree and clutched Marcus' stiff penis in her delicate hand "Oh Jack, he's perfect...please tell me you are a virgin, boy." Marcus nodded as his cock dripped pre-orgasmic nectar into Carols hand. Carol licked up the sticky sweet pre-cum and smiled wickedly.
"You are going to be a good boy and serve drinks to my guests and watch me with them and then....just wait cutie!" the decadent older woman's voice was like hot cinnamon and orange blossom honey pouring all over the lad's soul.
The first guests to arrive were a party of young men introduced as a street dance troupe. There were five of them and they all were young; three cut black dancers, one Latino and one very tall blond boy with a crew cut. Marcus was teased mercilessly as he brought the dancers bottles of beer which they quickly downed. It was not long before Carol had unzipped the Latin dancer's pants and was sucking his fat cock. Seeing an opportunity one of the black boys positioned his pole beneath the ravishing cougar's wet vagina as one of his compatriots pressed his massive erection into the married woman's asshole. Carol took the other two young men's large cocks in her hands and gave them pleasure as her holes were filled deeply with their buddies' cocks.
Marcus had no relief. Once the orgy commenced his hands were bound again and he was made to sit in a simple chair placed next to Mr. Carson's comfortable leather recliner as they watched the insatiable Mrs. Carson take several loads of hot cum in each of her willing holes. Her studs drained, Marcus brought the young men more beverages and then was he was commanded to lie down and open his mouth. Carol crouched over Marcus, showing him her freshly fucked cunt.
"Do you want this pussy, boy?" she sneered.
"Yes I do." Marcus answered with a croak.
"Call me Mistress Carol."
"Yes Mistress Carol, I want your pussy."
"Lick it clean boy!"
