Birthday Gift
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I came home from work today, my birthday, to an empty house. I called out for my wife Laura, and when there was no answer, I walked up stairs and into our bedroom to take off my coat and tie, and there it sat in the center of our bed. My birthday gift, a pink box, maybe ten inches across, bound with a gold bow. I felt a jolt of adrenaline, dread, and excitement when I noticed the crumpled sheets had been tossed to the floor. There were stains, like puddles, all over the bed spread. And mounted on a tripod, facing the bed, maybe six feet from the foot, was my video camera. The room reeked of sex.
I picked up the gift, opened the envelope attached and read the card: "Darling, Sam and I worked up quite an appetite this afternoon making your birthday present, and decided to go out for dinner to give you time to enjoy it. We'll be back by 8:30. Your loving wife, Laura." I tore open the package, and threw the box lid across the room. Inside the box was a single VHS video tape.
Laura is every man's sexual fantasy. She's always been mine, that's for certain. Thirty-eight years old, a body of womanly curves, full breasts, flat stomach that flares into wide hips and tapers down into legs long enough to drive you wild. Her skin tone is even, a natural tan, a face of defined features, white, even teeth, jade-green eyes and thick shoulder-length licorice- black hair. We met early in college, married, and led the typical life married couples live. Sexually, she was always wild, not unlike myself; there isn't much two people could do with and to one another that we haven't done: bondage, sneaking out to fuck in public, costumes, masks, etc. And it has always helped that despite her sweet disposition, she has the needs of a nymph and does dirty-talk better than a $10,000 whore. But you have a son, you both have jobs, make some money, and all of those dark urges just kind of bury themselves.
We were together for fifteen years before I fucked around on her for the first time. I was a professor at a university (excuse me for not telling you which one) and one of my former students slipped me her number in the hall one day. Cute little thing, blonde hair, tight ass. Her body wasn't as good as Laura's, but I went for it. We met at a bar. She got drunk and told me to take her to my car. I ushered her into the back seat, pulled her skirt over her head, and took her. Laura never found out about her. She found a condom in my pocket a year later, and since she's on birth control, she confronted me. I told her the truth, that I had been with three other women. She cried. And threw things. And they hit me.
"Am I not enough for you?" She said, collapsing on the sofa after raging at me for ten minutes or so. "The sex is still good between us. I would do anything you ask, anything. Why is that not enough?"
I love my wife, I do. And at the moment I couldn't explain why I had cheated. The truth is that it was just a make thing, fresh pussy was offered, I took it. But that's not what I said next. What I said was, "No you wouldn't. You wouldn't do anything"
She looked up at me through red eyes. "Yes, Doug, I would."
"Would you fuck someone else and let me watch?" I asked.
She stared at me, mouth open for a moment, and then said "You would want that?"
This was one of those moments of truth. Men are complicated. I can be jealous of my wife. At the same time, the idea of watching her fucking another man, doing everything for him I like her to do for me, and teasing me while she does it... well, I have to admit, that has been my sexual fantasy for quite a while.
I sat down beside her. "It's hard telling you the things I really fantasize about because I love you. But I admit that when I fantasize about you... I'm not the one fucking you, Laura. Some young guy is, and you, you know, kind of tease me...."
She stood up and walked across the room. She was wearing an apple-red top and tight dark jeans. Her ass is spectacular. "A younger man?" She asked.
"Well, yeah," I said, scratching my head.
She turned and faced me, her breasts swaying. "That would make you happy with me?" She said.
"I'm happy with you now honey. I screwed up. I don't even know how we got on this topic."
Just then we heard the rattle of keys in the door, it opened, and in walked Sam, our son. Tall, handsome, with blond hair and his mother's eyes. Football player. Looks like a young Captain America. "Hi guys." he said walking in. He must have felt the tension in the room, because his next question was "Everything all right?"
"Could you give me and your father some time alone, honey?" Laura asked. They've always been close.