My eyes opened to the sound of the alarm clock going off, playing an annoying tune. I always leave it on a station I hate, so I get up and turn it off. I turned it off and rubbed my eyes, staggering to the bathroom to release my bladder with my morning hard-on. I laughed to myself, every morning was the same for most guys I assume, gripping the back of the toilet, attempting to aim my stiff prick down, trying not to piss all over the wall first thing in the morning. I suppose that's the price we pay for peeing standing up.
After brushing my teeth and throwing on a tee shirt and cargo pants, I walked out to the kitchen for some breakfast. It had been two days since Ann treated me to my Birthday romp on the kitchen table, and the memory still lived vividly in my mind. We hadn't watched the video yet. Heck, with yesterday's mad dash for last minute Christmas shopping we barely even saw each other.
I grabbed a box of cereal, milk, bowl, and sat down at the table to eat, where less than 48 hours ago I was lapping at Ann's slippery cunt. I shook my head trying to focus on the day at hand. It was now Christmas Eve, and I had some work to do to prepare the house for our annual Christmas party.
So I spent the morning hanging a few more lights on the house, setting up some large bows in plants and greenery Ann had requested, and getting the last two Christmas trees in from the garage. Following the list she left for me before she headed over to her sister's this morning I completed each task quickly.
Finally being done, I found myself in front of the t.v., with a beer, watching football, content to just relax and take in the game. Just then my cell phone rang. I knew it wasn't work, it must be Ann.
"Hello" I answered.
"Hey there sexy!" Ann's cheerful voice responded at the other end. "How's my chore-boy doing today?"
"You're chore-boy is done, and relaxing with a beer." I stated flatly, mildly annoyed with her condescending tone.
"Well, I was wondering if I could make one more last minute invitation?" she asked coyly.
"As long as we have enough food, and that invitation isn't going to my Mother, I don't care who you invite" I said plainly, getting bored with our conversation.
"Good, it's settled then" and the phone went dead. She just hung up. I stared at the phone a moment in disbelief, wondering what was up, and focused back on the game. "Whatever" I thought to myself.
I must have dozed off to sleep because when I awoke the sun was shining in through the windows and someone was kicking my foot.
"Wake up sleepy" Ann's voice was sweet now, waking me up gently.
"Hey gorgeous" I managed to grunt, clearing the sleep out of my head.
"Time to get ready for our party babe, our guests will be here any minute" she replied.
It was then that I noticed that she'd been home for a while, all the food was set up and she'd changed. She looked stunning. Her auburn hair was pulled up, the diamond earings I bought her last year for Christmas were dangling from her ears, and her body was enveloped in a skin tight red dress with a plunging neck line revealing the sides of both here ample breasts, she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. The dress stopped about mid-thigh, very sexy, red stockings continued down her sensual legs to her shoes, they were red and had a single buckling strap above her ankle with about a 4 inch heel, classy, but unmistakably sexy, she was nearly too sexy from a gathering of friends and neighbors. My cock throbbed at the sight of her.
I headed upstairs for a shower and change wondering what the party would bring. As I showered I envisioned Ann in her dress, I thought about jerking off, but decided I had no time.
I exited the shower finding clothing laid out on the bed for me. "My little Ken doll" I heard her voice in my head, as she's said to me several times. She enjoyed dressing me, I put up with it because I enjoyed her undressing me later, which she seems to enjoy as well, so I pulled on the black slacks, there was no underwear to be found, so I went without, and the bright red oxford shirt, red socks (nice touch), and black Italian slip on loafers.
As I headed for the door I took a look in the mirror, as I did, I noticed the package of ribbed condoms I picked up a two nights ago in the reflection over on the nightstand "interesting...what's she got in mind?" I thought to myself. I headed downstairs.
The party was in full swing when I got down there, there were Mark and Sara, our neighbors, talking to Judge Mitchell, a newly elected State Court judge, and old friend of Ann's father. I saw a few select people from my office, John and his wife Bridget, also Sally was there with her date for the evening, some long haired rock star looking guy whom I would later learn was named Digger. The rooms were filled with many other people I recognized, and some I didn't. I arrived in the kitchen to find Ann talking to an attractive blond girl who's back was toward me, and from the look of things, the conversation was rather intense.
Ann smiled when she saw me approach, "Hi Sweetie, you remember Alison don't you?" she said with a big smile crossing her lips.
Holy Shit! It was the waitress from the restaurant that couldn't keep her eyes of Ann the other night. She'd slipped Ann her number, and my sweet little girl had the balls to call her and invite her.
Alison turned to me, and stepped forward, closing our distance quickly. "Hello" she said politely, never breaking eye contact with me.
"Good evening, it's nice to see you again" I replied, noting how cute her face looked.
