Description: A short snippet of a world where certain gifts are exchanged rather freely.







When she pulled up to the garage, Natalie’s suspicions were aroused by the fact that her husband’s silver roadster was already inside. He rarely came home this early after work, usually hanging out with his coworkers for happy hour. For a moment, she thought that maybe he’d changed his ways and had come home early to surprise her for their anniversary.

She left her own present in the trunk of her, much more practical, sedan as curiosity made her rush inside in anticipation.

Her hopes were immediately dashed by the extra pair of shoes someone had carelessly kicked off in the entryway. They were women’s pumps, and certainly not one of hers.



A needle of anger throbbed in her temple.

“Of course,” she spat. “He’d never think of me first, the selfish asshole.” It had been this way ever since they had married. He was always absorbed in his own world. Natalie knew she was no saint, but there was only so much a person could stand before throwing up their hands in frustration.



Her mood rapidly deteriorated as she spotted items of clothing, obviously taken off in haste, strewn across the carpet all the way to the stairs of their home, well-appointed and larger than they needed since any plans for children were vague at best. On the banister, as if carefully placed, hung a pair of lace panties, also not from her wardrobe collection.

Seething, Natalie managed to hold in a string of expletives as she carefully went up the stairs. Just as she suspected, there were sounds coming from the master bedroom.

“Oh ya, baby. More, oh,” a strange woman’s voice echoed down the hallway. Natalie kicked a brassiere aside. It didn’t help that the cup size seemed extravagant.

Her husband’s voice joined the breathy exclamations of the other woman. He moaned, “You’re pussy is so tight. You’re squeezing…fuck!”

Face red, Natalie paused at the half-open bedroom door. She could see the edge of their mattress as it vibrated from their exertion. She could hear the sounds of flesh slapping and gauged from the rhythm that her husband would be getting close. At least she’d made it in time to catch him right in the act.

As his exhortations of passion increased, Natalie timed her entrance for maximum effect.

“Oh ya, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-what the fuck!” He almost threw the girl bouncing on his cock off of him as Natalie came crashing in, finger pointed at him in quivering rage. The buxom woman seemed humiliated and stunned as his dick spurted like a wild fire hose all over them both.

“Damn you, James! How could you, on our anniversary?”

He stammered, “I didn’t forget, honey. I swear.”

“Who’s the whore?” she pointed at the quivering brunette who cowered at the edge of the bed.

“I picked her up at the bank. I never met her before today.”

After a long pause, Natalie put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips, “Well, she’s got some nice tits. Your present is in my car, go get it. Here are the keys. Hurry up while I get ready.” She tossed the startled husband her key fob.

As he scurried out without bothering to get dressed, he started to speak but she interrupted, “Shut it. Just try to remember next time not to open the presents without me.”

She shook her head and made a wry smile as she looked at the girl on the bed. Natalie said, “What are you doing? Help me get undressed. I need some stress relief too.”

When James came back with the prize from the car, the pair had already become well acquainted. Coming up for air, Natalie helped her husband place the package next to them on the king sized mattress. Bound head to foot, it was obvious what was inside but she enjoyed the look of anticipation in her selfish husband’s eyes as he began unwrapping the cloth and string. A latex hood covered most of the woman’s face paired with a ball gag in her mouth.

The other girl assisted in pulling down the captive’s leggings as Natalie stripped her panties. James had the honor of freeing the bound woman’s chest, which was quite well rounded although smaller than the other girl’s. Her globes sprung free with a satisfying bounce.

Together, the couple teased the hapless woman whose arms were still tied together behind her back. They parted her legs in order to share a taste of her snatch. The other girl kept herself busy by playing with James cock or alternating to pleasuring Natalie. The hooded captive shook in ecstasy as Natalie helped glide her husband, his cock purple and rock hard with arousal, into her.

The woman’s nostrils flared as her breaths became heavy, drool leaking from around her gag plastered her jaw. Natalie toyed with her, pinching her nose closed when her moment of climax seemed close. She struggled for air, writhing.

“Damn, she’s really squeezing down on me!” James exclaimed as he exploded his nut deep into the woman.

He took a breather as the other two women kept each other busy. Natalie broke out her supply of accessories by unwrapping a fresh dildo which she used on the brunette who was busy eating out the other gift.

Sipping some mineral water, he sat back and enjoyed the show.

After a few minutes of lesbian play, Natalie took notice that someone was missing, scowling, “Hey, get over here, you lazy son of a bitch.”

“A man’s work is never done,” he sighed, stroking his cock to regain its interest. The brunette helped bring it back to life until it was hard enough to penetrate his beloved. The girl also kept his ball sack well lubricated with her tongue while the package was given a moment’s reprieve. She lay on the bed, legs askew, but otherwise quiescent though it was difficult to tell what she was thinking behind the mask.

Once they were all satisfied, they lounged on the mangled sheets in tangled, sweaty mass of arms and legs.

“Where did you pick this one up?” he asked casually, fingers caressing the bound woman’s pubic mound as the brunette dozed, cupped against his back. Natalie was stretched out beside them, her legs thrown across their bodies.

Natalie replied, “Got her off of a website listing. She was wrapped up and ready to go.”

“Oh, and you call me lazy when you didn’t even wrap her yourself.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, “Actually, we need to put her out on the curb. I already put her up for pick up.”

“So soon? Can’t we keep her till tomorrow?”

“You’ve got this one already, don’t be greedy,” she said, patting the sleeping brunette’s head. “Come on, get the gear. Move it, you bum.”

He hung his head meekly and helped re-wrap the short term present. The bound woman gave no sound as she was trussed up again, becoming totally immobile as her arms and legs were tightly wrapped.

“It’s clear out, so she should be ok for a bit,” Natalie said as James hauled the mummified woman over his shoulder. Indeed, the evening breeze felt nice on his skin as he set the helpless package onto the sidewalk next to the garbage bins.

“She’ll be all right, come on,” his wife pulled him back inside as a twinge of concern momentarily crossed his face. “You’re such a pushover for being an entitled SOB.”

Indeed, he knew he was quite a pushover as he settled back to bed. Natalie read a book while he and the brunette, now awake again, continued their earlier activities.

“Quit shaking the bed so much,” she complained. “Or do it outside.”

“Sorry, honey,” he said, easing back as he ground away inside the brunette’s ass as she was splayed across the mattress. Natalie knew that he knew that he was getting the better end of the deal in this regard, but she smiled, satisfied that he was satisfied–for now.

“So, what are you getting me for my birthday?” she asked. “And it better not be the same thing again.”

He grinned, sheepishly, caught off guard once again.

Outside, a car rolled up to the sidewalk. Two men came out, hauled the package up and stuffed her into the trunk. They drove off back down the cul-de-sac to a destination unknown.

End.