The day itself was uneventful. A two-hour delay at the airport, a painfully bumpy flight and a stupidly expensive cab ride and I was in downtown New York. That afternoon I did some shopping, bought Alexis a couple of sweet New York trinkets she would love. I took a risk, buying her an expensive gold dress that I was sure she would love. Although my track record at buying her clothing was spotty at best (the wrong size, unflattering colours, etc), I was pretty confident this was perfect. I assumed she already had a dress for this year’s formal New Year’s Eve Party, but in case she didn’t this would be perfect.
I had a great supper at an overpriced steakhouse and retreated to my room around 7:30. As I collapsed on my king-sized bed, I checked my phone for messages and learned it was dead. I grabbed a charger and plugged it in. I noticed three missed calls from Alexis, one from Jarrod, a colleague, and five missed text messages all from Alexis:
The first one was while I was in the air.
Alexis: Have a good flight… I saw you were delayed.
The second one came at around lunch.
Alexis: I am having a cucumber salad for lunch. What else can a cucumber be used for?
My cock twitched at that sexual innuendo. The third came after her school day would have been done.
Alexis: I am so horny right now… I am going through withdrawal. L
I was too I realized my growing cock pointed out. The forth text was from a couple hours ago.
Alexis: Called you twice. Turn on your phone so I can turn you on.
Now fully erect, I checked the last message.
Alexis: I found out what else a cucumber can be used for… too bad you didn’t answer my last call.
She wouldn’t? Would she? A week ago I would have said no, but now… hmmmm… maybe. I tried calling her back, but it was my turn to get no answer. I sighed and texted her.
Sorry baby, my phone died. Back at the hotel now. Probably just going to watch porn and wish you were here. J
Of course, I didn’t watch porn, I watched a hockey game. I was just dozing off when my cell rang. It was Alexis.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she asked.
“A travel day. Long, frustrating and tiresome,” I replied.
“Too bad I wasn’t there to make you feel better,” she teased.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I threatened.
“Hmmmm, is that a challenge?” she asked.
Unsure what she meant, I decided to play along, “Yes, it is.”
“Game on,” she replied. “Do you know what I am wearing right now?”
“I am going to go with a monkey suit,” I joked.
“Haha, you perve! That probably would turn you on,” she teased.
“Anything you wear turns me on, baby,” I countered.
“You don’t have to suck up baby, you already have me.”
“Just stating the facts ma’am,” I replied.
“Anyways, the answer to my simple question is absolutely nothing,” she said.
“Hmmm,” I moaned, envisioning her on our bed naked, before adding, “not even stockings?”
“Nope,” she replied, “as naked as the day I was born. Question.”
“Yes,” I replied, used to her changing subjects randomly with one word: question.
“If I was to dyke out with one of my friends, who would you like it to be?”
“W-w-what?” I stammered.
“I think my question was pretty clear,” she rebuked, teasing me.
Realizing there was no good answer to this question, I answered, “I refuse to answer based on the reality that whoever I say could lead to dire consequences for me later.”
“Good call,” she teased, “but I already know the answer.”
“You do?” I asked.
“Jenna, correct?” she hypothesized, correctly.
“She would be a decent choice,” I answered, before adding, “but she still doesn’t light a candle to you, my dear.”
“Hmmm,” she moaned into the phone, “that’s it Jenna, lick my pussy.”
“What?” I repeated like an imbecile.
Ignoring me, she continued, “Oh fuck yes, Jenna, your tongue feels so good on my pussy.”
Briefly my mind wondered whether this was real or just role playing before I decided who cares and with my free hand struggled to release my growing cock.
Her breathing increased and I knew that she indeed was having her pussy pleasured, although I assumed it was by her hand or toy. “Oh god Jenna, why didn’t we start doing this long time ago? Your face buried between my legs is fucking hot.”
I heard a muffled, “I don’t know,” which confused me even more. I was pretty sure it was all just a fantasy, but there was just enough lingering doubt to confuse me.
My free hand went to my cock as my wife continued talking to me, “Fuck Jeremy, Jenna has my cunt so fucking wet. Too bad you weren’t here to watch… maybe join in.”
Deciding to play along, I said, “Oh baby, if I was there I would do more than just watch.”
She moaned, “Oh really, baby? What would you do? Shove your cock in my mouth while Jenna pleasured me? Push her out of the way and shove your big cock in me? Or would you fuck Jenna from behind, pounding her so hard her face was shoved deep inside my wet cunt?”
I couldn’t believe her words or her using the word cunt again. Her moans were increasing and I responded, “I would shove my cock in Jenna’s mouth and get it nice and hard.”
“Hmmm,” she moaned, “and then?”
Realizing she was getting turned on by my dirty talk, I continued, “When I would have both you sluts on your knees, your tight asses high up for me, and I would go back and forth fucking each of your whore cunts.” Her moans continued as I got more detailed, “I would do five quick strokes in you and then five in your best friend. I would do three more in you and three in your wet friend. I would slap your ass while I buried my cock deep in your blonde friend and repay the favour when I buried my cock deep in your wet cunt.”
“Oh god, baby, keep talking, I’m close,” she moaned.
Deciding she wanted to be dominated verbally, I said, “I would then throw Jenna onto her back, spread her legs wide and shove my cock in her. While I fucked her, I would order you to straddle her and lower your soaking wet cunt on her pretty face and pull your hair leading you to her clit. You would suck on her clit while your husband’s cock filled her cunt so completely.”
“Oh god yes, baby, that is so fucking hot,” she moaned.
Knowing she was close, I went for the kill, “I would keep drilling her, until I could no longer hold it and I would pull out and shoot my load all over your face, Alexis, just as your friend’s tongue got you off.”
“Aaaaaaah,” she screamed, clearly coming. I was right behind her as I shot a load of cum all over myself a few seconds later.
She heard my grunt and moaned, “You coming too, baby?”
“Yessssss,” I grunted into the phone.
Silence suddenly filled the room except our heavy breathing from miles away. Finally, she spoke, “Well, that was fun.”
“Indeed, it was,” I replied.
We talked for a few minutes and agreed that we probably wouldn’t have a chance to talk tomorrow. I was in a meeting from eight until at least five and that was followed by a supper with a potential group of clients. Alexis had her Christmas pageant tomorrow and wouldn’t get home until late. After the show, it was traditional for the girls to go out and celebrate the end of the exhausting and demanding Christmas pageant.
As she was about to hang up, she said, “There will be a present for you when you get back to the hotel tomorrow.”
“There will?” I asked, “What is it?”
“You will have to wait and see,” she replied, “but I expect you to use it tomorrow night, understood?”
“OK,” I agreed, not knowing what I was agreeing to.
We said our goodbyes and I finished watching sports highlights before hitting the hay.
8. THE EIGHTH DAY OF SEXMAS… Wednesday December 21th.
It was a long day. The meetings were boring for the most part, but did show positive signs for the future. Anyway, I didn’t get back to the hotel until almost ten at night and indeed there was a package on my bed when I entered my room.
I was so tired and more than slightly drunk, that I thought about waiting until tomorrow to open it, but I remembered I promised Alexis I would use it. Also, I was pretty curious what she could possibly be sending me. I opened the package and realized it was a pink pussy. A sex toy for men. I can truthfully say I had never used such a toy. If I didn’t get a mouth or pussy to please me, I used my hand. I noticed there was a note.
Hey baby,
I hope you like your present. It is a pocket pussy… now if you look closely you will notice that it is actually a perfect replica of your wife’s sweet CUNT.
I paused and took a closer look at the toy. Having spent a lot of time between my wife’s legs, I could identify it in a police line-up of pussies, so when I took a close look I noticed it did indeed look identical to her sweet box. I returned to the letter:
I won’t even get into the amount of work it took to get a replica Alexis’ pussy, but it was extensive. Now go order some porn, grab the lube that is in the box and fuck me.
Kisses
Alexis