From stoudenmire@worldnet.att.net Fri Feb 21 21:20:29 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Gift
From: stoudenmire@worldnet.att.net (Ed Stoudenmire)
Date: Sat, 22 Feb 1997 02:20:29 GMT

It shouldn't have happened.  I wasn't planning on it.  It was just one
of those things...

Let me start from the beginning.  Five years ago, I came home from
work and found my wife slurping on her best friend's husband's
skinflute.  She was embarrassed, but relieved in a way, and she
happily told me to get the fuck out of her life, blah blah blah.

I left, and for the first time in seven years I was happy.  I moved to
another city, made new friends, and started dating again.  That was
scary, let me tell you, being newly single in the nineties.  Well, I
dated a few women, and made love to several, before I found the woman
I could face every morning for the rest of my life.

We married about a year ago.  I re-settled into the routine of married
life, and I had no intention of straying (for the record, I never
cheated on my first wife, though I had the reason and several
opportunities).  Then I started a new contract, which put me into
close contact with a lady named Nina.

Nina was one of those women who, while not beautiful in the classic
sense, was attractive to me.  We hit it off immediately, and though we
both worked hard, we took the time to socialize now and again.  We
were able to talk freely, like adults, and I felt so liberated talking
to her.

For instance, she had told me about Jim, a former boyfriend of hers
whom she utterly despised.  This guy was a real cretin to let go of
someone like Nina.  Well, she actually kicked him out, but I still
think he’s a cretin for the way he must have acted to send her away.

One day, taking a break, we were discussing our manager, Kevin.  We
were actually comparing notes on Assholes We Have Known.   Out of the
blue, she said, "...and you know Jim was an asshole, right?  But do
you know how big an asshole he was?  He didn't mind a blowjob.  I gave
him blowjobs everyday.  But would he eat my pussy?  NO WAY!"

I was unprepared to hear this frank a statement from her.  On the
other hand, it told me she felt entirely comfortable around me.  From
then on, the words "pussy," "twat," "dick," "tit," and any other
common sexual references were a normal part of our conversations.
Still, Nina and I were buds, that’s all.  I was not interested in
cheating on my lovely wife, and Nina was content to respect my
marriage.

And then things changed.  My wife and I were offered jobs in another
state, and I told all my friends at work I'd be leaving soon.  Nina
seemed to take it hard, though it was sometimes hard to tell with her.
I said we'd be leaving on the following Wednesday - it was on a
Thursday - and she didn't seem too happy.

After work, she said, "I'm going to miss you.  You're one of the few
men I could be honest with about all my feelings."

I replied, "I'm sorry.  What are you feeling now?"

She said, "Like I want you to leave me something to remember you by."

I smiled at her.  "Sure," I said.  "Anything your little heart
desires."  I was half expecting to hear something like, "a picture" or
the likes.

I couldn't believe it when she said,  "How about you eat my pussy?"

Her eyes were alight.  I knew I had committed to something I wasn't
sure I was prepared to do.  I hesitated, and she whispered, "Please?"

I had always thought of Nina in asexual terms, but, objectively, she
was cute, and had a nice body.  She was a little on the plump side,
but her breasts were full and her hips wide.  Suddenly I found her
irresistible.  "Okay," I answered.

She positively glowed.  "How about Saturday evening?"

My wife had a going-away party on Saturday evening, with her
craftmaking friends.  I was planning to go out with some friends,
maybe take in a hockey game, and generally just experience my last
Saturday evening in town.  I could have said, "No," which is what I
should have done, but my lust had the upper hand.  "Sounds good," I
replied.  "How about 7:00?"

She smiled broadly, and I knew it was tell her "no" now, or go through
with it.  I couldn't do it, though.  I smiled back and began wondering
how I got myself into this mess.

Saturday evening rolled around, and my wife drove off to her job.  I
was nervous, but nevertheless I showed up at Nina's apartment at 6:59.
She threw the door open and pulled me in, as though she was afraid I
might change my mind.  She closed the door behind her and threw her
arms around me.  "I was so afraid you’d back out," she said.

I stroked her hair.  "Never," I murmured.

She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.  I had not
noticed, but she was wearing a silk robe, and nothing beneath it.  She
sat me down on the bed, stood directly in front of me, and dropped her
robe.

I stared for a moment, not believing what a sexy body she had.  I
leaned forward and caught her left nipple in my mouth, and I began to
suck.  She put her hands behind my head and held me close.

After sucking on both breasts for a few minutes, she had me to stand
up, and removed all my clothes in a few practiced moves.  When I was
completely naked, she crawled onto the bed, not quite reclining all
the way.  She opened her legs, took me by the hand, and whispered,
"Eat my pussy."

I got back onto the bed and began kissing her breasts again.  I worked
my way down to her navel, and then began planting kisses around her
bush and on her thighs.  She moaned more with every contact.

Finally I was directly in front of her lips.  If I was going to back
out, this was my last chance.  No chance.  She placed her legs over my
shoulders and pulled me close with her thighs.

I breathed in her aroma.  Gentle, womanly, not really as strong as
most of the women I’d known.  Almost a sweetness.  I stuck my tongue
out as far as it would go, and gently licked the length of her pussy
lips.  She shuddered almost uncontrollably.  I noted the taste - yes,
a gentle sweetness that reminded me of blueberries.

I repeated the action a few more times, so she could get acclimated to
the experience, and then on the upstroke I plunged my tongue in a
little deeper.  I found her clitoris immediately, a sweet, hard pearl
of pleasure.

She reacted as if she’d been burned.  She jerked almost violently.
Then she calmed, and gasped, "This is better than anything I ever
imagined."

I knew what to do.  My tongue played with her clit, tickling it gently
with the tip, then rubbing it with the entire width.  She squirmed and
moaned, and I thought at one point she might begin screaming.

And then she did.  Well, almost.  She squealed with delight as I
brought her to orgasm.  I slowed way down in my tonguing, and she
began to relax.

 Her legs unlocked, and I looked up at her.  Her eyes were closed, and
she was dripping with sweat.  She opened her eyes and said, "That was
the most wonderful feeling ever."

I crawled up beside her, and held her tenderly.  After a few moments,
she sat up,  pushed me back on the bed, and straddled me.  My cock was
immediately hard.

"Nina," I began, "this is more than I bargained for.  I wanted to
pleasure you, but I’m ma…"

She put a finger to my lips and said, "Okay.  You don’t have to do
anything."  She lifted her hips, and in one quick motion, impaled
herself on me.  "You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,"
she continued, as she slid up and down.  "Any time you want Nina to
stop, you just say so."

I was lost in ecstasy by now.  I couldn’t have pulled out of he if my
life had depended on it…

…so I rolled her over and began pounding my cock into her, building
toward an orgasm I knew I’d regret, and wanting it all the more for
that reason.

She was building toward another climax of her own.  She reached up and
kissed my mouth, tasting her own sweetness.  I pumped harder and
faster, and in one blinding orgasm I shot the biggest load of my life
into her.

I thought it would never end.  I know the human male can produce only
so much semen at one time, and it’s not that much under the best of
circumstances.  Still, it felt like a gallon.  It kept pouring into
her, wave after wave of my spunk.

I rolled over and lay beside her, spent.

After about 20 minutes of laying there, I got up and began to dress.
She looked at me, and said, "I’ll always appreciate your willingness
to do this for me."

I sat down, and said, "Nina, if I wasn’t married, I’d propose to you
right now.  You have the best pussy any man could ever ask for.  You
are the single best lovemaker in the world."

"Does that include your wife?" she asked.

I thought for a moment.  "It includes her," I said.

She sighed.  "I wish you weren’t married, because I’d accept.  What
the hell?  It’s the story of my life."

"Hang in there," I countered.  "One day you’ll have someone who truly
loves you.  I speak from experience."

She smiled wistfully.  "Yeah, I guess so."

I left her house, and went straight to the store to buy some beer.  I
drank it, and then showered and made ready for bed, paying special
attention to any body part that could still have Nina’s scent.

My wife came in later, and never suspected a thing.  One of her
friends was a smoker, and she sort of reeked of tobacco, making Nina’s
pussy juices undetectable.

I got away with it.

POSTSCRIPT:

I wrote this story two years ago, and never got around to posting it.

My wife and I moved, and settled into our new home and jobs with
little or no incident.

Then, about two weeks ago, I got an email from Nina.  I don’t really
know where she got my name, and she left me no indication where she
lived.

Apparently, when I came inside her, it was enough to give her the one
thing she really wanted (as it turned out) - a child.  She gave birth
to a little girl 9 months after she and I spent our one fateful
evening together.

In the email, she wrote, "Thank you for the pleasure.  You were there
when I needed you.  And thank you for the gift.  This child is the
best going-away present you could have given me.  She looks just like
her daddy."

Someday, should anything happen between my wife and me - and I truly
hope nothing ever does - if it does, I may just go looking for that
little girl and her mother.


