The Gift

Nick watched his wife wiggle in her seat in the back of the taxi. It was only mid-November, but tonight had been his company’s Christmas party. A few years ago, his employer had started holding it early to reduce the holiday party load. It was a little untraditional, but Nick always enjoyed an evening of socializing and visiting with friends. So did his wife.

Sammy had consumed a fair amount of wine with her dinner and followed up with a couple of spiced rum and ginger ales. She wasn’t drunk by a long stretch, but she was definitely in a good mood and more than a bit horny. The evening had been long, the company and food fabulous. He smiled, remembering the way she had wiggled and danced to the music of the band. She loved music and dancing. Nick loved the way alcohol and dancing combined to turn his wife into a horny little minx. He leaned against the corner of the door, watching her, and noticed the cabbie was having trouble keeping his eyes off her.

She wiggled and twisted, and he knew she was doing it deliberately to turn him on. Knowing the driver was watching just added fuel to her fire. Her blue eyes flashed, and her curly blonde hair was starting to come undone from its fancy up-do. She had a sexy, come hither, I need to be fucked look, and it was driving Nick to distraction.

She hadn’t always been like this. Nick recalled their college days when they had first met. Sammy had been hot, but unsure of her sexuality and very inexperienced. It was this combination that had first attracted him to her. One look at her hot body and her shy smile and he was a goner. He knew instantly that she was going to become very important in his life. He just hadn’t realized she would become his wife.

Tonight he recalled their first few dates with a smile and an almost gleeful mental rubbing of his hands to think of the sexy siren she had become. She had grown from a shy almost-virgin to a red-hot mama, and it was all for him. She dressed sexily, coming close to sleazy when they went out, but she never quite crossed the line to tramp. She simply looked hot. He had overheard a couple men at the party talking about wanting her, and it only made Nick want her more.

They pulled up in front of their house, and Sammy shimmied to the front of the seat, her skirt sliding up to reveal the full length of her toned legs. She leaned forward to thank the driver, giving him a hot, sexy smile and a full view of the sexy red bra covering her generous breasts.

Nick almost laughed when the man knocked ten dollars off the cost of the ride. He paid the man, tipped him generously, and followed Sammy’s wiggling ass into the house. Ten minutes later, Sammy unceremoniously stripped him of his clothing and pushed him backward onto the bed. She pulled off her dress, slipped out of her panties, and kneeled over him.

“I’ve decided what I want for Christmas.” Sammy eased herself down on her husband’s long, thick cock. Allowing just the head to slip inside her, she paused, her legs burning with the effort it took to hold herself perched in a squat above him without sheathing him fully inside and grinding against him. She wiggled back and forth a bit, her small motions threatening to dislodge him. “I don’t want you to buy me a gift.” She wiggled again. “Instead, I want you to do something for me.”

“Ah, is this really the time to ask a favor?” He growled up at her, tugging on her hips in a vain attempt to draw her down onto his hardness. After two weeks out of town on a project, he was near to bursting with need. “Come on,” he pleaded, “slide down onto me.”

Compliant for a second, she eased another inch inside herself, biting her lip to keep her own arousal at bay. This wouldn’t work if she gave in now and let him have what they both needed so badly. She had to stay strong and resist the urge to take him hard, right now.

“I want you to do something for me,” she repeated, easing upward, allowing his erection to slip until she was hovering with him barely broaching her entrance. “Come on, Nick, tell me you’ll do this—” Her words were a plea and a demand all at once. Come on, dammit, agree before I orgasm and lose my power over you. She wiggled a little, her hands coming up to cup her breasts, fingers kneading and tweaking her nipples. She pushed up on her breasts, pushing them over the top of her bra. She pulled a little, stretching her breasts toward him in the way that always drove him wild.

Nick groaned and reached up to cup her breasts himself. Sammy eased away from him and waggled her finger. “Nothing for you until you agree…” She trailed off enticingly, swivelling her hips, her hands tangling in her blonde curls and messing her hair sexily.

“Dammit, Sammy,” he swore up at her. “I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.”