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A GIFT OF SEX

Leslie is a petite woman in her late thirties. Her dirty blonde hair is soft and long. Her blue eyes sparkle in a way that suggests a childlike love of good times and fun. Leslie holds a middle-management position in a nationwide corporation. Her husband, Rob, is a civil engineer. Leslie says that the best sex they ever had was the gift that she gave Rob on his thirty-fifth birthday.

Rob and I had been married for ten years, and we always had a pretty good sex life. Actually, in the beginning it was fantastic. We made love almost every night and sometimes in the middle of the day on weekends. Then, after a few years, we both got sort of involved in our work until we found we spent more time on it than on anything else in our lives. When we were home, we were both usually pretty tired. And being the parents of two young daughters took a lot out of us. It got to the point where we were having sex only once or twice a week. Well, most of the time, I guess it was more like once a week than twice. We both enjoyed it, but the truth is that sex didn’t seem all that important to either of us anymore. We probably would have gone on that way forever if it hadn’t been for a TV talk show that I saw one afternoon when I stayed home with the flu. The subject was how to keep the spark alive in marriage. One of the women on the show said that she had taken belly-dancing lessons so that she could arouse her husband with sexy entertainment. I was only half interested and wasn’t listening very closely until I heard another woman say that she and her husband liked to surprise each other with gifts of sex. That really captured my attention! I was intrigued, wondering exactly how they did that. You know how television is, though. They talk . about sex quite openly, but then never really give you any details.

I thought about it for days afterward and became extremely aroused by the idea. Roh’s birthday was only a few weeks away, and I had been planning to buy him something for his desk. But how exciting it would be if I could surprise him with a gift of sex. I racked my brain trying to figure out what to do. One day I was returning to my office from lunch when I noticed a porno shop. You know, one of those places that sell X-rated videos and products they call “marital aids.” Even though I had passed that little store hundreds of times, I had never given it a thought before. Now, although I didn’t quite know what I had in mind, it occurred to me that I might find something in a shop like that to help me with Rob’s birthday surprise. For a moment, I asked myself, “Should I or shouldn’t I?” Then, before I had time to answer my own question, I brazenly walked inside.

It was amazing. The place was like an erotic supermarket. There were quite a few people browsing, and I was kind of surprised to see that they all looked respectable. Each corner of the store was filled with different kinds of erotic objects. I didn’t know where to look first. I was drawn to a rack of lingerie. Certainly, a gift of sex would have to begin with a sexy costume. Ordinarily, I am a conservative dresser, even down to my underwear, which is expensive but usually sensible. The seductive undergarments on display were far from conservative, but I was fascinated by them. I imagined wearing them for Rob and was surprised to find that the thought of parading before him in what I considered to be the attire of a hooker excited me tremendously.

There were so many sexy outfits to choose from that I was somewhat intimidated. But I soon got over that and started looking through them just as though I were in a department store. I’m real petite and don’t usually have much to choose · from. But in this store, there were dozens of styles in my size. I decided to pick something red to set off my dark brown hair. To my own amazement, I selected a sheer red peek-a-boo bra with nipple cutouts and matching panties with an open crotch. The seductive openings were trimmed in lace, and I flushed as I imagined it framing the parts that my underwear usually covers. Deep down I didn’t believe that I would really buy or wear garments like that. Other women might, but not me. The whole idea was too kinky. Yet for some reason, I set them aside and continued looking through the lingerie until I found a lacy black garter belt and black fish-net stockings.

I placed the red and black wisps of fabric next to each other and tried to picture how they would look on me. Suddenly, I realized that I could go through with it, that it wasn’t all that kinky for me to dress in a way that was designed to turn on my husband. The whole idea of giving Rob a surprise gift of sex began to seem very real to me. I resolved to buy the lingerie and anything else I could find that would help turn his birthday into an erotic event. When I left the porno shop, I was carrying a large bag containing my purchases. In addition to the undergarments, I had bought an X-rated videotape, a tube of strawberry flavored lipstick, and products called Sex Oil, Harem Incense, and Seduction Candles. Later that day, I picked up an expensive bottle of red wine and two cans of smoked oysters, because I had heard that the combination could increase sexual stamina. I hadn’t been so excited about anything in a long time.

After that, planning Rob’s erotic surprise occupied my thoughts day and night. My excitement increased until his birthday finally arrived. I arranged to send the kids to their grandma’s for the night and left work early so that I would have time to get everything together. I wanted to tum our living room into a passion palace. Since we always made love in the bedroom, I thought the change would add to the surprise. I started a fire in the fireplace and set Seduction Candles on every flat surface. The flickering light gave the room a sexy ambiance, and the scent of burning incense added to the mood. I glanced about, enjoying the warm and seductive atmosphere that I had created. I felt stimulated just thinking about the night I had planned. I poured two glasses of wine and set them on the cocktail table next to a plate of smoked oysters.

We have a big-screen TV and a videocassette recorder in our living room. I popped the X-rated tape into the VCR and let it run past the credits. The film opened with a man and woman sitting in bed with their clothes on. The woman was telling the man that she was hungry for sex. Suddenly, she began to undress, and he did the same. Within moments, they were kissing and touching each other all over. It aroused me to watch them. I decided it was time to put on the sexy outfit I had bought. Shutting off the VCR, I went into the bedroom and laid my new undergarments on the bed. As I removed my clothes, I had a deliciously naughty feeling. When I was naked, I looked into the mirror at my own breasts and hips. I know my body is far from perfect, but at that moment I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. I was unabashedly setting out to seduce my own husband, and the thought made me feel wonderful. Slowly, I slipped into the red crotchless panties, adjusting the lacy opening so that Rob wouldn’t realize it was there until I showed it to him. Then I put on the bra, garter belt, and hose. My skin glowed white against the lacy fabrics of red and black. I got a pair of black pumps out of my closet and stepped into them. Looking into the mirror again; I appraised myself from top to bottom. My body was firm and tight, and I knew that I looked good in the brief erotic garments. I had worn sexy lingerie on a few occasions in the past, but certainly nothing like this. It made me feel like a different person. I thought about how aroused Rob would get when he walked in the door to find me wearing those seductive things. The idea made me even more excited.

I could see my nipples hardening, standing out through the lace-trimmed openings in the bra. I stared at them for a moment, watching them become even more erect under my own gaze. I wished that they were darker so that they would be sure to catch his eye. Then, remembering the strawberry lipstick, · I wondered how my nipples would look if I applied a little of it to them. My breasts were beginning to tingle at the thought. When I touched the rigid pink buds with the tip of the lipstick, I felt a pleasurable sensation fl.ash all the way through my body. At that moment, I heard Rob’s car pulling into the driveway. I took a quick look in the mirror at my rouged nipples and the red lace that framed them and rushed back into the living room to make sure everything was ready. I turned on the VCR just as Rob opened the door.

When he entered, he was bewildered by the unfamiliar lighting effects. Wearing a puzzled expression, he glanced around at the candles and at the porno scene playing on the big-screen TV, as if he thought that he might have walked into the wrong house. Then he saw me and noticed my provocative costume. He stared for a moment at my nipples poking through the lacy peek-a-boo openings. His eyes roamed my body appreciatively, lingering over the black garter belt and stockings. “What’s all this?” he asked softly, obviously pleased by what he saw.

“Happy birthday,” I said, approaching him slowly with my hips swaying. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him on the mouth. Then, stepping back, I handed him a glass of wine. “I can’t believe all this,” he murmured. “I can’t believe this outfit you’re wearing. I love it. You’ve never worn anything like this before. What’s going on?” Before answering, I began to unbutton his shirt with deliberate movements. As I did so, I realized that our -lovemaking had become so routine that I couldn’t remember the last time I had undressed him. When his shirt was open, I pulled it off him and began caressing his chest with my hands. I heard him sigh.

“It’s your birthday present,” I said. “It’s a gift of sex. Relax and enjoy it. Taste the wine.” He sipped tentatively, rolling the wine on his tongue to savor its subtle flavor, and sighed with pleasure. He sipped again, and as he did so, I began to unbuckle his belt. Rob stood still as I unzipped his pants and slipped them down over his muscular legs until they fell to the floor. I could see his erection straining at the front of his shorts. Swiftly, I stripped them from him, leaving him completely naked. He was throbbing with excitement.

“The wine,” I whispered. “Drink some more wine.” As he sipped from his glass, I reached for the sex oil and poured a little of it onto the palm of my hand. Gently, I began stroking his erection, rubbing the scented oil into the smooth skin. I heard him draw in his breath sharply. I didn’t usually play an . aggressive role in our lovemaking and I was truly enjoying it. I liked the feeling of control it gave me to make his sex spring to the touch of my fingers. He moaned. ”If you don’t stop now,” he said, ”it’ll be all over.” “It won’t be over,” I said. “This is just the beginning. Don’t hold back. Come whenever you want to. It’s going to be a night you’ll never forget.”

The words had hardly left my lips when his penis began to swell and throb, and I knew that his orgasm was about to begin. “Go ahead, Rob,” I crooned. “Let it happen. Let it flow.” And it flowed. I felt his body tensing and relaxing repeatedly in the paroxysms of sexual climax. As his orgasm ·wound down, I led him toward the couch and eased him into it until we were sitting side by side. After a moment, I reached for the plate of smoked oysters and placed one in his mouth. “Eat it,” I whispered. “It’s for sexual endurance.” When he had swallowed it, I fed him another, and another. As he chewed them, we sipped wine and looked at the erotic acts taking place on the TV screen. Two couples were making love in the same bed, and the camera kept shifting from one to the other. Seeing the filmed close-ups of men’s and women’s sex organs fitting together was increasing my excitement and getting Rob started all over again.

I slid to my knees on the floor between his ankles and bent over his lap. His penis lay soft and shriveled in the tangled mat of curling pubic hair. I teased it lightly with the tip of my tongue and then took him into my mouth. When we first were married, I performed oral sex on him regularly, but for the past few years our sex had consisted of little more than penetration and thrusting. Tonight, though, I was giving him a gift. Tonight I would do everything I could think of to show him a good time! At first I was afraid that I would be awkward, but as soon as I got started I felt like a sexual expert. I found myself enjoying the taste and the bulky heft of his manhood in my mouth. Within moments I was performing for my own pleasure as much as for his. Rob gasped, and I felt him beginning to harden again. I looked up at him and was thrilled to see that he was watching me intently. Almost without realizing what I was doing, I started putting on a show, making elaborate movements with my lips and tongue until I could feel him throbbing and pulsing.

Slowly, I let him slip from between my lips. His shaft was rigid and gleamed with moisture. Rising from the floor, I faced him and sat on his lap, straddling his thighs. I saw him looking at my painted nipples. “Taste them,” I said. “It’s part of the surprise.” He licked the tips of my breasts, smiling when he noticed the strawberry flavoring. I could feel the head of his manhood nudging at my opening through the fringed slit at the crotch of my sexy panties. Moving my hips slightly, I worked him inside. Then, with a forward thrust of my pelvis, I buried him completely. By now I was so wet that he slipped in easily. It felt wonderful.

The two of us rocked back and forth, undulating with rhythmic strokes that caused his length to slide in and out, warming and stretching my internal membranes. I felt him thickening and beginning to throb again. This time, I wanted to make it last. Withdrawing myself from his extended organ, I moved to the floor, falling to my hands and knees. With no trace of subtlety, I waved my backside at him, knowing that my wanton display would arouse him even further. With swaying movements, I silently invited him to enter me from behind.

We hadn’t done it that way in years, but I had often fantasized about it, remembering the way he had mounted me “doggy-style” when we were first married. I guess I had been missing it without even knowing that I was. Back then I would sometimes remain poised that way for what seemed like hours as he slid forward slowly into me and rocked back even more slowly. To me, that position symbolized the leisurely lovemaking that we had been neglecting for so long. Somehow the freedom we had once known had been replaced by inhibitions.

Rob sat on the couch for a while watching me, obviously becoming even more aroused as he did so. Showing myself to him in that lewd and erotic way inflamed me also. I had not felt this uninhibited in years. What started as a gift for Rob was turning out to be a gift for me as well. Within moments, he was on his knees behind me, bumping my buttocks with his stiffness. Then he was in me, hunching wildly to bury his full length inside. We moved together until we both came to the edge of explosion, and then, as if by mutual agreement, we held still for a while. I lowered my body until I lay fiat on the floor with my breasts and belly pressed against the carpet. He waited a moment and then began a rhythmic thrusting again to carry us closer to climax. Reaching around me to cup my breasts in his hands, he stroked my nipples with his fingers. As he drove into me, I felt my· orgasm approaching. When it struck, I moaned and sobbed in ecstasy. It was the most powerful sensation I had ever experienced. Before my climax ended, his began. Together, we drifted on a sea of sexual bliss.

That night we lay together for hours, hugging and kissing as we hadn’t done in years. We stroked and petted each other’s body until we were ready to make love again. Before the night ended, we experimented with every intercourse position that either of us could imagine, sometimes taking inspiration from the performance unfolding on the television screen. We both lost count of our orgasms. We came to a new understanding about our sexuality. Like lots of other couples, we had become too absorbed in our work and in the minor problems of day .. to-day life. As a result, we neglected our sexual needs for so long that we began to forget that we had them. The surprise gift of sex that I gave Rob that night was actually a gift that we gave each other, a gift that we gave our relationship.

We resolved not to make the same mistake again. We realized how important it was for us to find time to. make love, and how exciting it was to bring a sense of surprise into our lives. Since then our sex life has improved tremendously. We often make love until the sun comes up. And we take every opportunity to surprise each other with gifts of sex. In fact, that surprise I planned for Rob on his thirty .. fifth birthday turned out to be so important to us that we both agree that it was· the best sex we ever had.

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