The Gift 202

As is expected, I'm standing in the foyer when my husband walks through the door. Upon seeing him, my pulse races and the ever present throbbing between my legs heightens. My full lips break into a smile as he comes closer, "hello, Sir, how was your day?"

My body melts into his as his strong arms wrap around me and bring me tightly into him. I wrap my arms around his neck, one hand going to his head, feeling the smoothness of his bald head. I nuzzle my face into his neck taking in the familiar, arousing and calming scent of Irish Tweed cologne with just a hint of the last cup of coffee he drank.

"My day was good, Baby, busy as always but no fires to put out. Let's see how yours was."

I giggle as I feel his hand slowly make its way down my back, running over my round, firm asscheeks, then finding its way under my skirt. I sigh as his well known, experienced fingers slip into me.

I smile as I hear the desire and approval in his voice, "Someone is quite excited. Have you been playing a lot today, my pretty Pet?"

I moan as his fingers move and glide over my clit, "oh yes, Daddy. But not in the usual way."

I frown as he pulls back, a look of curiosity on his handsome face, "what kind of playing did you do today?"

I give a sly smile and kiss his bearded cheek, "it's a surprise. I have a gift for you."

His hand comes up and gently pulls my long, strawberry blond hair causing my face to tilt up at him more, "a gift for me?"

I nod enthusiastically, "yes, and I do hope you like it."

He kisses my forehead, "you are always such a good and thoughtful girl."

I smile, "thank you, Sir. Now, if I may, would you like your surprise now or would you like for me to serve you dinner?"

He chuckles and slaps my ass, "well I suppose I should eat first. Since whatever you have planned has made you so sopping wet."

I laugh and turn to walk into the kitchen.

At dinner he tries to guess the surprise, "what else did you do today?"

"I had some errands to run and I stopped by that coffee shop."

His eyebrow raises, "the one with that hot ass barista?"

I smile, "yeah that one."

"Man, I would love to get my dick in that."

I laugh, "by the way she looks at you and acts (I make my voice higher and flirty) "Oh Sir how is your coffee, oh Sir, do you need another? I can get it for you." I make kissy faces at my husband as he smiles, "she wants your cock in her."

We finish dinner and he comes to press himself against me as I'm cleaning up. I can feel his cock has gotten hard and I slowly rub my ass against him, "now someone else is excited."

I sigh as he brings his hands to cup my full breasts, finding the nipples and giving each a good, hard squeeze, "I started thinking about that barista and what kind of fun I could have with her."

I dry my hands and he lets go so I can turn around. I bring my arms up and wrap them around his neck, "I can envision how much fun you could have with her. Now would you like your gift? I'm very excited to give it to you."

He looks down at me and smiles as he brings a hand under my skirt again feeling how much wetter I've become. I moan as he slowly rubs a finger against my clit. My blue eyes lock with his green ones as he slips two fingers inside and quickly finds my spot. My knees buckle as his thumb rests against my engorged clit. He can make me come within seconds and as I feel the orgasm coming he stops. I gasp and lean back on the counter taking a deep breath. He gives me a small smile before pulling me away from the counter and in front of him, "lead the way, Pet."

As I get to the bedroom door, I turn around and give a big, excited smile, "close your eyes and no peeking."

He shakes his head but obliges my request.

"Okay, Sir, open your eyes."

He opens them to see who he calls, "the hot ass barista,"lying naked on the bed. Her dark brown, almost black hair hides her pretty, smaller tits. She has one leg crooked up so that her womanhood is still hidden as well. Her hands are resting on her tummy. Her pretty face lights up in a smile. Her big, dark brown eyes look at my husband with passion as she waits.

He looks down at her and then over to me, "oh fuck, Baby, what a wonderful gift. How did you secure this?"

I laugh and shrug as I pull off my dress and climb into the bed. I sit beside the woman, moving her leg and lazily begin to pet her pussy.

"It really wasn't hard. Was it?" I look down at the woman and she shakes her head.

"But the details aren't that important are they? Come play, Daddy."

The woman sits up on her knees and brushes her long hair back, letting my husband get a look at her perky tits. His eyes move down her body as he undresses. Her skin is mostly unflawed, olive in color which is in great contrast to my almost alabaster tone darkened only by a multitude of freckles. She has a little landing strip leading down to her pussy and my husband comes up and strokes the dark hair while his other hand goes to one of her tits. She moans as he gives the nipple a pinch. I know what will happen next and move so I can watch. His hand comes up and pulls her down on all fours by her long hair. She grunts as she's taken down and her face is placed at his cock.

She looks up at him as she starts to run her tongue along his long, thick shaft. I smile as I watch his cock jump with excitement. He will let her lick him for hours if he feels like making her. I watch but my mind wanders back to earlier in the day and how this all came to be.

I had no intention of bringing this woman home today. Not that I hadn't thought about it a million times as my husband and I stopped in for coffee but this afternoon I really just needed some caffeine.

When I got to the shop and walked in she wasn't behind the counter. I frowned a little to see the other girl there. She was fine but didn't make my coffee the same way. I ordered just black coffee, deciding I would just throw a bit of half and half in it so it wasn't undrinkable and sat down. I pulled out my phone and began to go through emails and text messages I had received while driving. I looked up when I felt someone staring at me. There was the woman standing by the table with a to-go coffee in her hand. I smiled, "hi."

"Oh hi. Sorry, Am I bothering you?"

I laughed, "no. How are you? I didn't see you at the counter so figured you weren't working today."

"I'm fine. I was in the back. I just finished my shift. How's your coffee? Do you need a new one? Tiffany is new and still learning. I hope it isn't shit."

I shook my head and smiled again, "it's fine."

"Good. Anyway, can I sit?"

I noted that she looked nervous and wondered if she drank too much coffee throughout the day.

"Go for it."

I go back and finish the email I was writing then put my phone down, taking a sip of my coffee. I look at the woman questioningly wondering what she wants.

"Is everything alright with you?"

She speaks rapidly, "Oh yeah, fine. It's just. Well, I want to talk to you about something and I'm afraid you might hate me for it and never come back. I don't want to offend you in any way."

I smirk at her last sentence and sit up placing my hands on hers that are still wrapped around her coffee, "what is it?"

"It's just. Oh God. It's that I really like you guys. I know that sounds weird since we don't really talk and I just make your coffee. But it always makes me so happy when you and your husband walk in."

She takes a deep breath and I let go of her hands. She brings the coffee to her lips and takes a sip before continuing, "I, um, I, you know, think you two are so sexy together and I love to watch you with each other. The way you just call him Daddy outloud not caring who hears, so fucking hot. And I've watched him slip his hand up your dress and play with you and that turns me on so goddamn much."

She pauses again, looking at me to gauge my reaction. I keep my face open but don't let on that I already know what she's getting at. I nod, "well thank you and please continue." I want to hear her say the words.

She takes another sip and breath, "well, um, when you guys are here and for days afterwards I fantasize about the two of you and you two seem so open that I was wondering if you wouldn't want to have some fun with me?"

I smile at her. She's so nervous that it's hard to tell what else she's thinking. My husband and I have talked a lot about what we would do if we ever got her alone and now is the chance.

I guess I took too long to respond because she hung her head, "oh God. I'm sorry. You hate me now. Can we just pretend this never happened."

I shook my head and took another sip of coffee, "no. I don't hate you and I like the idea of taking you home and playing with you but you need to know some things first."

She looks confused, "like what?"

I leaned closer and placed my hands back on hers, "I don't know what you think about when you think of us with you but it wouldn't be some romanticized menage-a-trois. My husband would not be gentle with you or kind, really, he will use you. He will use whatever hole suits him at that time. He may leave your holes gaping and your lungs gasping for air. Or you may be treated like nothing but a fucktoy, a breathing fleshlight, your holes used to jack off into and nothing less. Is that what you want?"

I could tell by the look in her eyes that was what she was looking for. Her voice was low and filled with desire, "yes."

"Are you sure? Because what I don't want is some sobbing, sniveling woman showing up a couple of days later regretting her decision to be treated like a depraved whore and demanding and threatening things. That wouldn't be fun for me would it?"

She shook her head, "I know what I want. I want to be your slut, fuck holes for your husband, and a toy for both of you. I've thought about this a lot. When I fantasize about us altogether that's what it's like. I'm looking to get fucked and I want to get fucked by the both of you."

I stared at her for a moment longer before nodding my head, "then let's go. You can follow me."

The look of excitement on the woman's face made me smile again.

"Oh by the way, my name is.."

I put up a hand to stop her, "I don't need to know your name whore."

She seemed to shudder with those words and I was happy to see that reaction come from her.

Once we got to the house, we played a little; kissing, licking, touching, but I would stop her before she orgasmed, wanting her built up and ready for my husband to come home. I left her on the bed with strict instructions not to touch while I made dinner and waited for the arrival of my husband.

My focus goes back to what is happening and I smile as I see the woman take my husband into her mouth. I get closer kissing her cheek. I move my lips to her ear as I firmly press the back of her head. I whisper, "more. There you go, you look so pretty with a mouth full of cock."

I hear her moan before my husband's hand comes down on mine and presses her more towards him. His hips are pumping in a slow, hard fashion. He keeps his cock in the back of her throat and the sounds of her trying to breathe around him make my already throbbing pussy throb harder.

I whisper again, "Be good, relax."

I feel the tension in her body release and move a hand toward her pussy. I begin to rub slowly. She sputters as she tries to moan, sending spit flying around my husband's cock. I smile and moan. I slip one finger into her and smile, "what a nice wet cunt." She tries to moan again as I slip another finger in, keeping my movements in time with my husband's. She squirms as I slip another one of my long fingers into her fuck hole, "what a good whore taking three fingers." I look up at my husband and he smiles and nods as I begin to move my fingers opening her up for the last one to go into her. She squirms some more and spreads her legs apart further. I moan, "look at you all filled up like a good slut should." I fuck her with my hand, smiling as I feel her juices seep down onto me.

She gasps as my husband lets go of her and allows her to breathe. His hand comes to her mouth and he smears the saliva dripping from her chin on her face before telling her to turn around.

She presents her ass to him and he smacks it hard before grabbing on to her and slamming his cock into her pussy. She yells out as he fills her, "oh my God, yes, I've wanted this for so long."

I watch as my husband moves his cock in her pussy, smiling as I hear her juices, "that looks so good, Daddy."

My husband grunts and grabs the woman's hips harder, "it feels good, Pet. You have brought me a very good gift."

I smile up at him before going back to watch. His thrusts get harder and faster. I move my hands and spread the woman's ass cheeks, "yes, Daddy! Fuck her."

He pumps into her a couple of more times before laying his weight into her and forcing her flat onto her stomach. He stops moving and commands, "jack that cock off, cocksleeve." I watch her body move under him. He moans, "good girl, fuck my cock." She starts to tremble under him; her orgasm hitting hard and fast.

He moves from her. His hand quickly moves my head and I moan as I taste the woman's pussy on his cock. I suck him slowly, twirling my tongue around the shaft until he pushes me away. He grabs the woman and flips her on her back, coming onto the bed he straddles the woman's head and shoves his cock back in her throat. I moan as I hear her struggle to breathe before moving and coming between her legs. I lap at her pussy; her body bucking from the feel of my tongue and the struggle to catch a full breath.

I hear her gasp for air and look up. Her hands go to my head and she murmurs, "don't stop, please, I'm so close."

I chuckle and move away. The woman whimpers but moans loudly as my husband comes and rams his cock back into her. Her legs wrap around his waist as his hips pump steadily into her. I stay beside her; my lips finding a nipple and slowly twirl my tongue around it as she screams out her orgasm.

My husband's hand comes to my hip and tugs me backwards. I moan as his cock slips into my pussy and smile as I feel him fill me.

I lay on my back and motion to the woman who excitedly gets between my legs and laps my husband's seed from me. My hand goes into her hair and I lift my hips up as her tongue moves along my pussy. My lips and tongue play with my husband's cock as he brings it to my mouth. My orgasm hits and I press the woman's head even harder into me, moaning around my husband's cock.

My husband moves and chuckles, "you might let her up before she drowns."

I smile and let the woman go. Her face rests on my inner thigh as she catches her breath. Her head pops up and she smiles, "thank you. That was so fucking good and just what I had imagined."

My husband nods and I smile. She gets up and hurriedly gets dressed, "I have to go now. But I hope we can do this again."

I wonder what she's running off to, her man, a child, who knew. I really don't care, the thought just crosses my mind. As she shuts the door I snuggle into my husband's arms.

We still go to the coffee shop she works at. She never says anything. She never lets on what has happened but always as a pleading look. She waits to be asked to join us. She never begs, never whines; she's a good girl; she's always patient and waiting for the next time.