The
Package
by
Maria Gonzales
© 2001 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this work without
the author's written permission is strictly forbidden.
Admiring my
wife's always neat penmanship, I glanced at the Mexican stamp
and opened the neatly wrapped package, faintly smelling her perfume
as I pulled the tape off and opened the small box. I read my name
neatly written on a creme colored envelope bordered with pink
carnations, with the words "read this first" underneath.
I gently pulled the envelope from the package and inhaled softly,
letting the smell of her perfume take over my senses as if she
were sitting next to me, her soft fingers wrapped around mine.
I opened the
envelope and pulled out the handwritten letter. I smiled to myself
as I read it, hearing her voice in my head. "Mi amor, I miss
you so much. It feels so good to see my parents after five years,
but since I have been gone, I realized something that I had forgotten
in the six years we've been married. I need you and I love you
so much."
My heart pounded
as I read her words. "I miss everything about you, your touch,
your kisses and especially your..." I could imagine her cheeks
turning crimson as she smiled softly at her own thoughts while
she wrote the letter. I continued on to the next paragraph.
"We've
always talked about our fantasies. Some things that you say you
want me to do I have always told you that I could not. If you
look back in the package, you should find a videotape. When you
are done with this letter, look at the video, and remember that
I love you with all my heart and always will. My heart belongs
to you. Forever."
I took one
last smell of her perfume before I carefully placed the letter
on the table and pulled the videotape out of the cardboard box.
Carefully written on the front of the video were the words, "For
my love." I looked quizzically at the video, my eyebrows
furrowing as I tried to determine the contents. I smiled at myself
as I imagined the image of my relatively innocent and very beautiful
wife telling me how much she loved me.
I carefully
placed the video into the player, grabbed the remote control,
and relaxed onto the sofa, turning on the TV and changing the
channel. I was right, Her beautiful face filled the screen, her
long dark hair framing her round face, her brown eyes looking
at me lovingly. Her mouth began to move and I increased the volume
so I could hear her words.
"...miss
you so much. It seems like we've been apart for years even though
it has only been weeks. Every night I go to bed, thinking of you..."
she paused momentarily as she looked down, then looked back into
the camera and continued. "Thinking of you fucking me with
your hard cock."
The camera
pulled back and I could see her round breasts at the bottom the
screen, her hard nipples visible through the sheer nightie I bought
for her on her last birthday. "I hope you miss me as much
as I miss you." She paused again and smiled wickedly. "Do
you miss these?" Her hand moved onto the screen and I watched
as she softly pinched her nipples then cupped her breasts, pushing
them together and softly jiggling them. "So you want to see
them, honey?" she asked. "Would you like to suck on
my nipples. I would love to feel lips on them and a tongue teasing
them." She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, letting
out a slight moan as her fingers returned to her nipples with
a soft squeeze.
Her face was
filled with lust and the camera pulled back a little more. I could
see her bare stomach as she pulled the nightie over her head,
completely exposing her full breasts. Her hands returned momentarily
to her breasts, softly squeezing them before her hands moved lower
off the screen. I could see her arms moving slightly, and I knew
she was masturbating as she continued.
"Do you
remember your fantasy?" My wife asked. "How you have
always wanted me to share myself with other men." She paused
shyly and took a deep breath. "Remember how I always answered
that I couldn't do that, that it wasn't me?" Her arms moved
faster, I could imagine her fingers running up and down her pussy
as her eyes closed and she moaned softly. I couldn't believe that
my beautiful wife was teasing me with my own fantasy.
"It's
time that I admitted something," she continued. "The
first time you ever confessed your naughty fantasy to me, I was
surprised, shocked that you would want me to do something like
that." Her lustful eyes pierced through the TV screen. "At
first I was hurt. I thought that you really didn't love me if
you wanted me to... to fuck other guys. Then I realized that there
is a difference between making love and fucking and I sort of
understood your fantasy and it excited me. I still continued to
say that I didn't want to do it, but I lied about the reason.
It wasn't because I didn't want to do it, but because I was afraid...
am afraid that I would like it too much." Her arms moved
faster and I imagined her fingers rapidly moving up and down her
wet slit.
"In the
two weeks that I've been down here, well, you know what I'm like.
I made myself orgasm every night with my hands. Then a couple
of nights ago at a party, well, I might of had a little too much
to drink, and you know me, I'm a natural flirt anyway, these two
guys kept talking to me, telling me how beautiful I was and I
soaked it all in and flirted back. After a while, their compliments
changed, they started telling me how nice of a body I have. Then
one of them made a comment about how nice my tits are. I could
have stopped everything there, but I was... I was too... I wanted
them. I wanted to fuck. I really wanted to fuck them. Right there
in the middle of the party, in front of everybody.
"They
told me how nice of an ass I have. I still could have stopped
everything, but I couldn't. I just smiled, trying to hide my desires
from them. I went outside to cool off, and they followed me. I
could have stopped them, but I just smiled at them. I knew what
I was doing, and I knew I beginning to lose control, but I didn't
care. All I could hear were your words echoing in my head. 'What
would you feel with another cock in your pussy, or two?'"
I don't know what amazed me more, the scene she was describing,
or the glazed, lustful expression she wore. This was my shy, innocent
wife?
I couldn't
believe it. My mouth hung open as she continued her story, the
pure lust in her eyes making my cock hard. I rubbed my cock through
my pants and watched as she confessed. "Once we got outside,
one of them asked for a better look at my butt. I don't think
he thought I was really gonna do it. I don't know who was more
surprised as I lifted up the back of my dress, me or them. You
should have seen the looks on their faces..." She paused
for a second and bit her lower lip before she continued, "I
don't know what got into me. Just having them looking at me, staring
at me... lusting...."
Her hands
came back into view, slowly sliding up her stomach and cupping
her breasts. "Just thinking about what I did just makes me..."
She pulled one of her nipples to her mouth and slowly licked it
as she let out a low moan. She dropped her hands and pushed them
back down off screen. Her arms moved slowly back and forth and
I imagined her hands playing with her wet slit.
"One
of the guys," she continued, "reached out and touched
my butt. I pushed his hand away. I mean, letting them look isn't
the same as touching.... I wanted to show them everything, so
I turned around and pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders
and pulled. Their eyes opened wide as they stared at my tits.
I've never been so horny in my life. I couldn't stop myself. I
mean, I don't know what got into me, but I stood next to one of
the guys, I'm not even sure which one, and let him feel my boobs.
Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees and I had
his cock in my mouth. Thinking about it now, I mean I was right
outside and somebody had to see me, but I didn't care. As hot
as I was, he was even hotter, he came almost right away, in my
mouth, and you know what. I didn't care. I could feel his cum
inside, and it was dripping out of my mouth and onto my tits."
I couldn't
believe it, my wife, the same woman that was embarrassed to make
love to me in a hotel room because the people in the next room
might hear, sucked a guy off in public and let him cum in her
mouth. She hardly ever gave me blow jobs, and when she did it
was only with a half-hearted effort.
"I don't
even remember walking to their house, but the next thing I remember
was bending over a couch and feeling..." She paused for a
second and smiled wickedly. "Do you know what I felt, honey?
I felt this."
The camera
zoomed out and I realized that she hadn't been playing with herself
the whole time, but she had been stroking some guys cock. Suddenly
everything came together in my head. Not only had she been stroking
this cock while talking to me on the video, somebody had to be
running the camera. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly,
and I watched as she lifted herself up, then pushed the head of
the cock into her wet pussy, moaning loudly as it slid between
her pussy lips. Once the head was between her labia, she opened
her eyes and spoke. "I felt his cock slide into my pussy,
just... like... this." She pushed herself down, arching her
back as the cock slid into her.
Once the cock
was completely buried into her pussy, she smiled softly and her
eyes fluttered briefly. "It feels so good, honey. It's about
the same width as yours, but a little longer. I don't know why
I waited so long..." My wife moaned and rhythmically pushed
herself up and down. I could see the cock sliding in and out of
her pussy.
"Pull
the camera back," she said addressing somebody else beside
myself for the first time. Let him watch this too. I want your
cock in my mouth. I'll bet he'll love watching that." The
camera pulled back, and I could see her entire body for the first
time. A naked man stepped next to her, and she stared straight
into the camera as she kissed the tip of his cock and pumped it
with her hand. Still staring at me, her eyes locked on the camera,
she took his cock into her mouth. Instead of daintily sucking
on it, she took the whole thing into her mouth. As she pulled
it put, she smiled at me and said, "as you can see, I've
gotten some practice sucking cock. If you're nice to me when I
get back, I'll show you how good of a cocksucker I've become."
With those words, she closed her eyes and pushed the whole cock
back into her mouth as she continued to pound the other cock into
her pussy.
For the next
fifteen minutes, I watched these two guys fuck my wife. I don't
know how they lasted so long. Just watching them I came three
times, my cum spraying all over myself. Finally, with a loud groan
one of the guys pulled out of my wife's pussy and shot his load
all over her tits. Then almost right after, the other guy groaned
and came in her mouth. The cum was dripping out of her mouth.
Instead of repulsively spitting it out like she did the one time
she let me come in her mouth, she swallowed it. The cum that dripped
out of her mouth she greedily licked with her tongue, pushing
the cum dripping off her chin with her finger back into her mouth,
then seductively licking her finger.
"Look
at all this cum all over me," she said into the camera as
she picked up a drop of cum off her left nipple. "It feels
so good and...," She licked her finger again, "and tastes
so good." Without missing a beat she continued."I hope
you miss me. As much as I love and miss you, you'll have to forgive
me for saying that I don't miss your cock. I've had plenty of
that lately. And later tonight I'm going to have even more. You
see, to get these guys to agree to making this videotape, I had
to agree to be the hostess at a card game of theirs with a bunch
of their friends, and I have to wear whatever they chose. You
know what I get to wear?" she asked as she stepped off the
screen. "This."
She held up
a tiny black and white something, I guess it was some kind of
uniform, but not something that I've ever seen a hostess wear.
It was completely white, sheer at the breasts, then black in the
middle before it melded into a white sheer skirt. She smiled innocently
and added, "Here's the underwear." as she held up a
tiny white sheer thong. At least I think it was a thong. I don't
even know if it had enough material to be called a thong.
"I'll
let you know how the party went when I get home on Sunday. If
it goes anything like I expect, I think I'll be pretty well fucked
by then." The screen went blank momentarily and I reached
for the remote, but before I could shut off the TV, her face re-appeared
on the screen. This time she was dressed. I could see the straps
of a dress or blouse on her shoulders. "I love you, honey,"
she said into the camera. I could see people in the background
and it was bright daylight. Then she winked and added, "When
I get home do you know what I'm going to let you do?" She
paused and continued, "I'm gonna let you eat my pussy and
taste the cum of the last guy I fucked. Will you like that?"
Then the camera
panned back, and I could see her straddling some guy and grinding
her hips into him as people walked behind them, only a short concrete
wall hiding the lewd movements below her waist, but nothing could
hide the lewd expression on her face as she pumped away. She moaned
softly, desperately trying to hide her orgasm, then the camera
faded to black.
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