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“Morning beautiful,” I replied, adding, “I so love your special wake-up call.”
“Hmmm, and I so love my morning appetizer,” she purred back, leaning in for a kiss.
Some guys would be grossed out by the possibility of tasting the odd lingering drop of their cum. And although it didn’t appeal to me, it was a price I was willing to pay. Plus, I seldom noticed any lingering taste.
Breaking the kiss, she asked, “So, did you get done?”
“Yes,” I replied, “Kevin came up with an idea around ten and we scripted it and just have to film it this morning.”
“Cool,” she said, “will you be home for supper tonight?”
“No,” I replied, “the meeting is in the afternoon and then we are taking them out on the town.”
“Reeeeeeally,” she said, all dramatic. “Let me guess steak, beer and strippers.”
I shrugged, “Yes, and probably in that order.”
“Well, I am happy I made sure to get Day Two done early,” she smiled.
“If you want, you can get every day done early,” I joked, slapping her ass as she got off me.
“Oh, baby, this is nothing. The things I’ve got planned for you are…wait for it…legendary,” she smiled.
“Don’t you dare How I Met Your Mother on me,” I joked back.
She shrugged and jumped in the shower.
I would like to say the rest of the day was as riveting as my morning wake-up call, but it wasn’t. The meeting went well, although the group was really a bunch of stuff. Supper was good and a few beers in them loosened them up a bit, but the evening ended without an official agreement, although they did promise to come back after Christmas to discuss a contract offer. So there was the potential of a big time deal, but until they signed on the dotted line it was just that…potential.
3. THE THIRD DAY OF SEXMAS…Friday December 16th, 2011
After the late night entertainment, I slept in till nine. Sarah was long gone, but there was a note on the bed.
Good morning babycakes,
I am not going to lie. I wanted to straddle you this morning and ride you like a cowgirl. Alas, I let you sleep in and am leaving to work horny as hell.
Tonight I won’t be home till after supper as it is happy hour at McFarlane’s. So I won’t see you until late…unless you decide to meet me there. If you do…I will DEFINITELY make it worth your while.
Have a great day and again…no underwear!
Kisses
Sarah
I already knew I was going to meet her at McFarlane’s. For a few reasons:
1. Her colleagues were almost all young and hot.
2. When drunk they were all very touchy-feely.
3. When my wife was drunk she became very foul-mouthed and naughty.
By the time I arrived at the pub it was 5:30 and the last half of happy hour. My wife and her colleagues were well on their way to being drunk as they were already into shooters.
As I arrived at the table, I heard a chubby brunette say, “And number one would be Matt Damon.”
“Number one in what?” I asked, interrupting their girl talk.
All the girls broke out laughing. My wife stood up, walked over to me and kissed me hard. When she broke the kiss, she turned to her friends and announced, “He is my number one.”
“Bull shit, that is not allowed,” cried out a very tipsy Abigail, Sarah’s best friend, and a raving beauty. “You have to announce yours in front of your husband for cheating, Sarah.”
Sarah smiled, “Ok.”
“Announce what?” I asked.
“My favorite five,” she revealed.
“Favorite five what?” I asked, still not catching on.
“The five celebrities she is allowed to fuck if she ever meets them and it doesn’t count as cheating,” Abigail explained.
“Oh,” I replied, before adding, “Wait, do I get a list?”
“Of course,” Sarah smiled, “although they are the five celebrities you would like to see me sleep with.”
A blonde I didn’t know said, “Oh, Sarah you are soooo bad.”
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Sarah smiled, “I am not, I am just drawn that way,” quoting my favorite 80s movie, Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Sarah pointed to a spot for me to sit at the round table and then slid beside me.
Abigail, already showing impatience, demanded, “Stop stalling, Sarah, your top five.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Sarah responded, “Let’s see, number five would still be Brad Pitt. I know he used to be my number one, but he gets older while my list stays the same age.”
The girls laughed.
“Number four would be Hugh Jackman,” my wife revealed, her hand landing on my leg.
“Why?” Abigail asked.
She shrugged, her hand under the table slithering up my leg slowly, “I love his British accent.”
“Fair enough,” Abigail agreed.
“Number three and two both played James Bond. Although tough to choose one over the other, I guess Pierce Bronson is number three and Daniel Craig is number two, but they could be interchangeable,” she winked, her hand now firmly on my cock.
As she struggled with one hand to pull down my zipper and release my cock, she revealed her number one, “And without a doubt, and if there was it ended when I saw Crazy Stupid Love, the completely edible Ryan Gosling.”
“Great choices,” the unknown blonde concurred.
“Of course,” Sarah smiled, pulling my cock out from its restrictive prison.
I let out a quiet moan, but no one seemed to notice. My wife began slowly giving me a hand job under the table as the conversation continued.
Abigail asked, “All right Charles, since you crashed this girl’s night, you must play the game too.”
“I didn’t crash the party, Sarah told me to meet her here,” I said, defensively.
Abigail, giving my wife a look, said, “She did, did she?”
Sarah, suddenly defensive and almost fearful of upsetting Abigail, stammered, “I-I-I am sorry, he is just going away next week and well…I miss him.”
Abigail gave one last dagger’s look and returned her gaze to me, her crystal blue eyes piercing into mine. “So your fav five. Or as Sarah already pointed out, the five you would like to see her dyke out with.”
I countered, “I am not sure they would be the same.”
“Reeeeally?” Abigail asked, clearly the leader of this group.
“I don’t know, I would have to think about it,” I responded.
Abigail played with her long blonde hair, the way she twirled with it and her tone implying a flirtation if it wasn’t for the fact that my wife was right beside me, my cock gripped firmly in her hand. “So, either leave, or give us a famous five.”
I looked at Sarah and she gave a subtle nod.
Abigail laughed, “Oh Charles are you ever whipped, asking permission to answer a question. Wow, Sarah I am impressed.”
I spoke confidently, “I am not whipped, I just love to look at my lovely wife.”
“You two make me sick,” Abigail sighed.
“All right, my favorite five,” I began getting back to the conversation.
Abigail interrupted, “That you want to see your beautiful wife play with.”
“Sure,” I agreed, “Ok, since my wife seems to like British men, I am assuming she would like British women too. So at number five is Kate Beckinsale, based on the fact that her favorite chick flick is Serendipity and she is damn hot.”
My wife shrugged, “What can I say? I am a sucker for a romantic comedy.”
Her hand began moving faster as I continued, “Sticking with the British theme, number four is Keira Knightley and number three, I am pretty sure she is legal now, would be Emma Watson. She is all grown up now.”
“Oh, you nasty boy,” Abigail teased, using a faux British accent that had my cock twitch. My wife gave a sudden squeeze, knowing exactly why I twitched.
Trying to distract her, I continued, “At number two is the quirky, the hot, the often pantyhose wearing Zooey Deschanel.”
“Oh, is that your fetish?” Abigail flirted.
I stammered, realizing I revealed too much, “Um-I-well I suppose so.”
Sarah added, trying to one-up the tipsy, flirting Abigail, “Yes, he loves fucking me in stockings.”
The chubby girl gasped, “Sarah!”
Sarah smiled back, “What? I do what I need to do to please my man, don’t I, baby?”
I purred back, “Indeed you do, my pet.”
Abigail joked, “You two really do make me sick. Let’s get back to our little game. So Charles, who would be number one on this list of your wife dying out with celebrities?”
“Sticking with the Crazy Stupid Love theme, I will go with the beautiful redheaded Emma Stone.”
“Hmmm,” Sarah faked, moaning, “good choice baby, I would devour her whole.”
Her hand was now moving at a steady rate on my cock and her naughty innuendo was getting me close. Abigail asked, “Would your fav five be any different?”