The company I work for has a quarterly profit sharing plan. Rather than hand out a bonus at the holidays, they distribute bonuses to employees every quarter, based on the previous quarter's profit, if it meets the earnings goals set by the finance department. We make goal most quarters, and sometimes the bonuses are significant amounts of money. They are determined by a percentage of annual salary, and since I make a healthy buck, mine are usually close to five figures.
We had a good quarter this past summer, and my bonus was upward of $12,000. I decided I would surprise my wife and take her shopping for something we had been kidding about for years. Bonuses pay the last week of the month following the end of the previous quarter, so the 3rd quarter bonus paid the last week of October. The next Saturday, I asked my wife, Eve(we met her in the Holiday Party stories), if she'd like to go shopping for something. She looked at me askance, since this was something I normally tried to avoid. "Sure," she said, giving me a curious smile. "What are we looking for??"
"It's a surprise, but something I think you'll like." She agreed, and the next Saturday, we were off. I had told her to wear something she'd go out to dinner and a concert in, preferably small and short. Eve never disappoints, and she pulled out one of her several little black dresses, this one a deep V that hints at her tits-she's a B cup, so not a lot of cleavage, but sometimes the suggestion of what's inside her dress is as good as the downblouse peek. The fact that it's short didn't hurt any either.
At the outset of our relationship, when we were still in the "getting to know you" phase, we shared stories of our previous mates. I had been married once before, she three times, which I know would be a red flag to most people. Her first and third were abusers, and those marriages lasted less than two years; her second wasn't violent, just a layabout. She worked two jobs, he worked one-sometimes. The common thread in that conversation was that our spouses seemed to be trying their level best to bankrupt us. I mused about how things might have turned out had we found each other way back when. She told me that had we been together then, we'd have had all our bills paid, and money in the bank. I told her if she did that for me, I'd buy her a fur coat. She looked at me doubtfully, but over the years we steadily worked to climb out of the financial ruin our previous spouses had put us in, and the fulfillment of that promise came closer to reality.
That day had finally arrived. We had done well over the past few years, after spending the first ten or so rebuilding from the ashes of previous relationships. I was doing well enough in my job that we could afford for Eve not to work if she didn't want to, and she took the opportunity to retire at 60 and take care of our home, at which she did a marvelous job, not only with the mundane housework tasks, but also with some renovations and redecoration. So, off we went. She was taken aback when we parked downtown and I took her hand, leading her to the furrier. She looked up at me as we approached the door. "What's this??" she asked.
"Remember all those years ago, when we were just getting started and we were talking about how our exes had screwed our finances??"
She smiled. "Yeah..."
"And I said that if we got together, and got where we were in a good position financially, I'd get you a fur coat??"
Eve smiled broadly. "Yeah..."
"My bonus paid over $12K. Today is the day you get a fur coat. It's a reward for your constant drive to keep us not only solvent, but moving forward. We've been on the same page with just about everything in the time we've been together. I love how we work together with such purpose, and it's paid off. Twenty years ago, we were both a wreck. Today, we're in really good shape, and a lot of that is because of you. This is a token of my appreciation, and because I love you so dearly."
Eve looked up at me, dumbstruck, just smiling. After a long moment, she stood on her toes, took my face in her hands and kissed me-a long reach for her, even in 3" heels, since she's only 5'2". It was a long, deep, loving kiss. She dropped away and hugged me tightly. "I love you, too," she said into my chest, then looked up. "I knew if I could get with the right man, someone smart and stable, I could have a good life. Thank you for being that man." She stood on her toes and kissed me again.
When we broke our kiss, I said, smiling down at her, "Let's go shopping then." We went into the store and started looking at coats, Eve trying some on, looking good in her black dress and fur. The salesman greeted us, and explained the types of furs they carried and what might look good on Eve, who is quite petite. We were interested by the Blackglama-after all, what blonde doesn't look good in black?? She tried on a few of them, as well as several others in different styles. After some trying on and modeling, we narrowed our choices down to a Blackglama and a more traditional mink.
The salon had several fitting rooms, not so much that it was the kind of place that needed them for privacy while trying on their wares, but so that someone could go and get a good look at a fur, and consult with a spouse or other partner with a degree of privacy. They were not your typical JC Penney fitting room. They were fairly large, with a love seat and table, as well as a small fridge with juice, water and soda, more like a mini lounge. Eve retreated to the fitting room as I talked with the salesman.
After a few minutes, I heard Eve call for me. I excused myself, and went back to the room where Eve was trying on furs. I was caught off guard by what I found. There was my 66 year old blonde wife sitting up on the table, wearing the Blackglama, open. She wore nothing else, save for her wide smile, and heels. I looked at her, legs slightly spread, her blonde bush parted, revealing her pouty labia, which were already open. I walked toward her, unzipping my pants. They fell to my knees as I approached, and she pulled down my briefs, stroking my growing cock as it popped out.
Eve kissed me while she stroked me to full hardness, the placing the head of my cock at her opening. Usually, she requires a bit of foreplay to get me inside her. I'm not John Holmes, measuring in at about 7", but she's small, and needs the stimulation to be ready to accept me. Today was different. She was wide open, and once the head of my cock was between her spreading pussy lips, I pushed forward, slowly sliding inside her til my balls rested on her ass, hanging low enough to drag on the lining of the coat.
Eve smiled up at me as I started pumping. I am six feet tall, which put my cock high enough that I was dragging along her clit as I moved in and out of her. I could see this was having the desired effect, and Eve soon closed her eyes as she went into the heightened stage of arousal that precedes her orgasms. I felt her legs wrap around mine. I kissed the top of her head, pushing deep inside her, pressing the base of my cock on her clit. She winced from the pressure, and I felt her hips shake, then she caught her breath. I pulled back to tease her clit with the head of my cock and pushed in again, just as deep as before. Her breathing shortened, and I repeated the stroke into her pussy, which was winding up to a climax. I pushed deep again, and she let go. Fortunately, we're both quiet when we come, so her orgasm didn't attract any attention, but I knew she was coming when her pussy got really wet around me, and her thighs clamped around my legs.
Eve's climax set me off. As I was feeling the surge, I looked into her eyes and took her hands in mine. "You're so bad." She smiled up at me. "And I love you more than I could ever say." I held my cock deep in her and released, my come spewing into her little blonde twat, filling it. I felt the slurp of my sperm filling all the nooks and crannies inside her, then spilling back onto my balls. I kissed Eve. "You know, we'll probably have to buy this one now, since we've probably stained it."
