Original story: Scipio
Chapter 15 C: Gift Wrap
Sharon padded naked through her bedroom, iPhone in hand, reviewing her progress on the list she had made of the things to do. She paused, clicking the ball of her tongue stud against the inside of her upper front teeth as she looked at the stack of packages in her closet. Redirecting her gaze to the fit middle aged woman staring back at her from the mirror, she examined the highlighted blonde hair, still short on the sides, though not the extreme cut she had been given her second trip 'home' after school had started. Her eyebrows were darker than they had been, as was the thin 'vee' of pubic hair pointed at her clit.
Without thinking about it, she reached down, running her finger over her prominent clit, the pressure generating a subtle but enjoyable pleasure that threatened to grow into a demanding distraction. She lifted her hands, examining the 1" long nails that had been reapplied at least three times since they had first been glued onto her fingernails that same trip back... These were a deep burgundy, still red, which the BZ liked, but not the garish fire engine shade with which she had started. She eyed her legs, which she had shaved the night before, and wondered if the women at the mall could take care of them as easily as they had her mons and arm pits.
The jewelry was no longer a shock, even the ring with the BZ bead hanging from her left nipple. She liked the high piercing, and admitted that the navel ring-- new after the BZ Christmas party-- showed off how flat her tummy was. She doubted even Catherine was as close to a six pack, and turned, enjoying the definition of her musculature more than she would have admitted to anyone. She stuck her tongue out, surprised that it no longer hurt where the newest bar had been placed. Dinner Monday night had been a trial, but mostly because she had spent it trying to hide the new piercing, and pizza had not been the best choice for a meal; both she and Kelly had begged off, claiming to have had pizza too much studying for finals, and carefully working through breadsticks, instead. Sharon had difficulty remembering the last time she had eaten so many carbs... it had to have been her last trip home.
She had been relieved to learn Chris had his final urology appointment the next day, which had given her a reprieve from using the new jewelry, although he had noticed it that night at bedtime, and after initial shock, had, to Sharon's amazement, been delighted at her willingness to 'try new things,' insisting that was how they would stay young, and keep their love life 'fresh.' She had giggled, admitting when Kelly had suggested she get it as a gift for him she had been puzzled, but adding that the way he had reacted during her last visit home, she had thought that he might like it.
Chris had interrupted any further explanation, assuring her he was confident the doctor would clear him, so they could go ahead, but she had successfully demurred, assuring him they had until after the New Year before she would be headed back to school, and honestly claiming fatigue, since she had barely slept the weekend leading to break.
The girls and Scott had done more shopping the next day, the pleasant banter and casual spending interrupted only by the demand of her buzzing clit, which had pushed Sharon into two separate women's bathrooms where she could masturbate, wondering as she had done so if she was so totally adapted to having sex that she could somehow need it. That night, she had climbed onto the bed, hands outside of Chris' thighs as he had watched her in adoring anticipation, his cock waving in the dimly lit bedroom at full erection. She had licked over his length, quickly getting used to the different pressure of the ball moving over his shaft, and delighted at how good a job such a little bauble could do at building a man to climax. She had barely begun to slurp at her husband in earnest, driving her mouth down fully, remembering to fake a gag, when he gasped that he was there, she had moaned, sucking more firmly as he had begun to cum.
When he had been spent, she had sat back, wiping her mouth, looking at him and biting his lip. Part of her wished he had one of the little blue pills he had tried over Thanksgiving break, even though she remembered what had happened to him because of it... And to her. The brush of memory of being taken by the hospital employees had made her clit twitch hard enough she had nearly moaned again. Chris was panting, smiling broadly and shaking his head as he stared down at her.
"Like I said," she had frowned a bit, "Salty... but not too salty. I hope it doesn't get in my tongue though..." her shudder had not been feigned, but Donnie had not warned her not to do anything... The way she remembered it, he would have happily had her fellate him immediately after if it had not been for the other customers. And Chris had been asleep by the, or moments later.
Her list still had 'visit TP' unchecked, but she was determined not to go back until later in the break... a gift for herself, she could admit with a pang of excitement. Considering her planned present to herself, Sharon reviewed the rest of her Christmas shopping; she had what she had planned to get for the kids, Chris, and Kelly, as well as Flora. Each of them, as well as her girlfriends, were getting sweatshirts or windbreakers or yoga pants with the school's mascot, and she had picked up DVD's and CD's and some other fun things for her family without their finding out, even though they had all been using the Range Rover. No one had violated the others' shopping bags, although Scott and Kelly had both threatened to peek in jest.
Frowning, Sharon wondered what her friends would say when they saw her new addition. She had been invited to coffee Tuesday morning, but had begged, off, agreeing they would get together during the next week, after Christmas. She had talked to Madolen, who had told her 'everyone was looking forward to next week,' which she had not understood, assuming that her friend had meant merely their various holiday plans. She had not pressed, confident they would fill her in the coming Tuesday.
The list also had 'salve' unchecked; Sharon had been embarrassed at the thought of calling Mr. Norris, considering how they had met, but she had misplaced the baggie with the ointment he had given her. She thought it was still in her robe at Snake Eyes, and the way her clit was sparking during the day, she had reluctantly decided she might have to contact the big BZ alumnus to ask for more.
The seemingly constant low grade arousal she felt had not been lessened by the sexting she had received starting Tuesday night, lying in bed, still not fully satisfied after cleaning up. Chris had been snoring beside her when the phone sparked up, 'Oh, yeah,' in a decidedly suggestive way, startling her.
Grabbing at the phone in case it was a call and the inappropriate tone repeated, she had found the text icon had a small red '1' above it. Selecting that, she had gasped aloud, finding a picture showing her riding one of the 'Santas' at the party the weekend before. Even as she panicked, deleting the image, her body had nearly begun to shake with her arousal, the sharp 'Twang' she was now used to sparking from clit to nipples. Fighting to ignore her rising need, Sharon had set about silencing the phone, when it had almost moaned, 'Beautiful.' Belatedly she had realized the first image had been sent from Dave's cell phone.
Assuring her self Chris was still sound asleep, Sharon had found the message Shaun had sent. She did not wonder at the way the young men changed her ring tones as she realized he had sent a video clip. After silencing the ringer and volume, she had hesitantly pressed play, and had watched the little screen show her standing naked in the bathroom doorway of her apartment, encouraging Shaun to join her. The screen blinked, a different angle, showing the big frat member pounding into her doggie style on the bed. Sharon watched herself, mesmerized. She had her hands spread and thrust forward, bracing against Shaun's steady thrusts, her body still rocking, but as she pressed her free hand over her wanting sex, the entrapped housewife remembered... she had been pushing back, hungry to feel her big black lover's cock, deep inside.
On her smart phone's screen, the video Sharon threw her head back, silently voicing her climax, her body shaking, even as she redoubled the eager way she was hunching back at him. The screen blinked again, showing Shaun looming over her, her ankles crossed behind his waist, kicking ineffectively, but spurring him on as he said something that made video Sharon nod. He went still a moment later, thrust against her fully, and Sharon had begun to masturbate feverishly as she remembered the way he had filled her up, less than an hour before bringing her to the party.
Sharon had managed a satisfactory climax of her own, frigging her clit beside her sleeping husband while watching the clip again. And the married white mother had felt no guilt when she was relieved of the need to cum. She had carefully renamed the file, tucking it into a section of her iPhone that was sequestered from anyone just looking through her phone. She had no idea even at home, in her own bed, her every gyration and moan was being digitally captured, building the library the BZ were profiting by. Chris would have been horrified to learn he had unknowingly signed a release, on a ruse by a 'carpet cleaning company' that had offered to do every room in their mansion for the price of 4 rooms. Of course, the images of Sharon's husband were painstakingly blurred-- the last thing anyone wanted was to kill the goose laying them and providing golden eggs, as Dave liked to say.
Sharon blushed, realizing the memory of the night after getting her tongue pierced had her playing with herself, standing in her closet. Her eyes fell to the glossy red nails moving expertly over her clit in the mirror's reflection. She did not stop, flexing her knees and shivering as she slid her index finger up into her blooming sex. She applied pressure, pinching her clit with her thumb, the nail edge just barely digging into the sensitive flesh, while her curled knuckle pressed from the inside. In seconds she was spasming in a brief but pleasant orgasm.
She licked her fingers clean, still watching herself in the mirror, and wondered how she had ever gone with just the weekly screwing from Chris as her pleasure. Had she really thought masturbation was bad? It was a ridiculous memory. Trying to decide what to wear, she had paused, remembering Chris Wednesday night... He had seemed as eager as a high school boy viewing his first bare breast when he had gotten home from work. He had brought several movies for the kids, along with a bag of various candy bars, cans of soda, and the local shop's pizza, insisting that they could 'fend for themselves.'
