with Ben spooned in behind me. I opened my eyes to the early light and, through the window, could see part of a mountain hazy in the distance with a million light fluffy snowflakes in between. The scene was surrealistic and so beautiful, aided by the love I felt for Ben.
He kissed my ear and said, “Good morning. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up just to tell you how much I love you.”
I turned and kissed him, then pulled away, “I think I have morning breath.” I worried about turning my Ben away with a blast of breath that smelled like camel dung.
“You’re fine,” he told me as he kissed me again.
Note to self: always keep some breathe mints beside the bed.
At least I can cover up the camel dung odor.
I felt Ben’s morning wood harden even further as I turned into him.
“Oh, I love you so. You are the most adored man in civilization!” I rolled my naked body atop Ben’s, rose, and reached for his hardening penis. With just a few strokes of my hand, he was ready, and I held him erect as I mounted him.
After our orgasm, I thought about how lovely it was to wake up the beautiful mountains, a snowy scene, and love emotional and physical. I hugged Ben with my whole body.
We showered together, carefully washing each other’s body parts. The shower in our suite had been designed as a walkin no curtain, and the controls were out where you could adjust them without getting wet from that first blast of cold water. Further, the shower could accommodate four people comfortably.
We prepared breakfast and sat at the kitchen counter eating, looking out across the valley at the gray sky, the light snow, and the winter scene. After breakfast, we cleaned up a bit, then Ben said, “Bring your coffee, and let’s see what Santa brought us.”
Only Ben could make me forget about Christmas presents. In the living room, the ten-foot Christmas tree looked spectacular and just completed the warm feeling of Christmas love that I felt. I brought my gifts down last night after Ben went to sleep. Looks like Ben came down after me. I went and grabbed my robe before we started. I was cold.
Two minutes later, I arrived back at the tree. Ben came a moment later with a large box. We both spread the presents under the tree then sat, Indian style, next to each other.
I picked up a present and handed it to him; “The label says,
To Ben,
How wonderful I knew you were here and not in Seattle. from Santa
Ben tore the red and green wrapping paper from the package.
“Ah, a book,” he said, “Men and Venus in the Bedroom by John
Gray, Ph.D… Are you trying to tell me something?” he laughed.
“No, Darling, I’m merely educating you. Everything is going hot right now, you know. As a husband, you’ll be expected to understand my every mood and desire. It also will help when you don’t want to jump my bones every day, like two to three times a day. This will help you do that.”
Ben reached and picked up a package for me; he read the label:
To Avery, With all the love in the world, Me.
I shuffled over next to him and kissed him tenderly as I took the package.
“What’s this?” I asked rhetorically and pulled the paper off the palm-sized box. I could tell this was jewelry. Inside the box was a small velvet pouch. Inside the pouch, a silver encrusted ruby and diamond brooch about three inches long. The artwork on the piece was intricate and showed great care and love in the piece’s design. “Oh, Ben, it’s gorgeous!” I exclaimed. “This … you didn’t just buy this … it’s antique. Is this from your family?” I had tears in my eyes over the piece.
“Think of this as not just from me, but from five generations of Cases. I think my great-great-grandfather had it made for my great-great-grandmother in the late 1800s. Mom told me the silver came from one of his mines and that he’d traded silver for the gems and then for a silversmith to design and make the piece.”
I put the brooch on my sweater and went to the hallway to look at myself wearing the beautiful piece. I could barely see through my tears.
Ben came, and we hugged as we stood there. I told him, “Forget about reading that book I gave you. You know all you need to know!” I laughed through my sniffles.
Ben pulled me back to the tree, “There’s more but don’t expect anything else that lavish.”
We sat again, and I presented Ben with another present.
“Oh, cool,” he said as he opened it. “I’ve wanted an iPad since new ones came out. This is great. You realize you’ve lost me for a few hours as I play with the thing today!”
“Later,” I told him. “Give me a present.”
Ben handed me a larger box. I unwrapped a very sexy thighlength light blue negligee with a virtually sheer robe. The ensemble reeked of sex appeal and made a clear statement of intent by both giver and receiver to many happy moments of seduction.
I passed a large package to Ben. Inside he found a photo album of pictures of me. Actually, they were fifty erotic pictures of me in a variety of poses.
Ben turned to the first photograph. I’d duplicated, as best I could, the famous nude pose of Marilyn Monroe stretched out against a red drapery that graced so many calendars. The shot had been taken from above just as hers had been.
Ben emitted a low, “Wow! Hot!” He turned the page.
The second photograph showed me sitting nude on a rustic wooden kitchen chair facing the camera. The background was ill-defined. My breasts were full with erect nipples; my legs were spread wide, and my trimmed pussy agape to the camera as I leaned forward against the back of the chair.
“Who took these?” He asked with arched eyebrows.
“Oh, a friend,” I teased for a second. “A female friend named Alex that I’ll introduce you to someday soon. She’s married to a wonderful guy named Rex; they live in London, and she comes to the States several times a year. She’s a dear friend, was my college roommate for two years, and has learned many photographic skills from her husband. He’s a professional photojournalist and artist. These were done just for you. You can see her in some of the pictures around page twenty-seven in the book.
Ben turned to the page I’d suggested. In the eight-by-ten black and white photograph on that page, a nude Alex lay beside me, facing my pussy. Both my pussy and her face were wet with my juices. Our skin had a glowing sheen to it from some wellplaced lights. The light amplified the curves and angles of our bodies. I had a satisfied and seductive look on my face, an afterglow to a well-administered orgasm. This was one hot photograph.
Ben turned to me and said, “I love this. You are so … hot; I can’t think of another word. How did I ever find a ‘temporary girlfriend’ like you? I must have done something right because Santa, in his pleasure, has brought you into my life. Did you know I asked for you last Christmas?”
“No, I didn’t know. How did you ask Santa for me.”
“Last year, during our Christmas party, I asked Santa for a woman who was right for me. He told me that when he sends her, not to just take your time but to grab her, never let her go. That’s what I’m doing,” Ben started. “I thought it was a joke; it would never happen, but I was watching you every day. I finally had a reason to come up to you.”
I smiled and kissed Ben. “Sometimes, if I’m ever away or unable to take care of you sexually, you can pull this book out and masturbate to it. I’d expect nothing less than lots of cum each time you look at it. We can also look at it together too. I know it sounds narcissistic, but I find it really erotic to look at too.”
Ben turned the pages, and I could see an erection rising in his pants.
I added, “Sometime soon, maybe around our wedding when Alex is back in the States, I want us to pose together for some erotic shots. I want a second album that’s us and not just me.”
Ben looked up from the album, “This is positively pornographic! It’s wonderful. This is the most creative Christmas present ever!”
“And just what I’ll want for Volume 2,” I replied, “personalized pornography.”
“Wow!” Ben exclaimed. “I know I keep saying that, but every page evokes that remark.”
“Look at the last page,” I told him.
He turned to the last page, and there I lay on my back, propped up on my elbows facing the camera with one leg slightly raised and my pussy fully exposed. What made the shot unique was that my pussy showed a smear of cum around it and displayed a large discharge of cum that gravity carried towards the bed sheet.
“Oh fuck,” Ben said in amazement. “Who were you with?”
“No one,” I said. “We found a way to make it look like cum, but it’s not. I wasn’t with anyone, but Alex came up with it.” We have an open relationship, but we tell each other who we are with. We both have hard limits, and that was because Ben started it.
Ben thumbed through the book once more and said, “I definitely want to come back to this later; or should I say ‘cum’ later to this book?” He snickered at his twist of words.
I could watch the obvious thought finally strike him. He turned to me and asked, “Is this the only copy?”
I smiled and shook my head. “No, by now, Rex had probably got the only other copy slight rearrangement of pages before it was bound to emphasize Alex rather than me.”
Ben spouted, “My God, woman, you are one pornographic nymphomaniac sex queen that I love dearly, and I hope never changes. Take me with you on whatever journey you’re on.”
He came to me and kissed me, one hand fondling my bra less breasts. We made out like teenagers under the tree. After a while, we decided to open the rest of the presents. I gave some rather traditional men’s gifts. He gave me some pilot gear, including a Cessna Citation baseball cap that I swore I’d never take off again except under duress.
Ben said, “I have one more present for you, perhaps for us.” He produced the last box from under the tree.
I slowly unwrapped the box, exposing a plain white box with no markings on it. I opened the top and faced about half a dozen other presents, smaller and individually wrapped in colorful holiday paper.
I picked up one and tore the paper from it. I held in my hand a vibrating bullet or egg with remote control. I gave Ben an evil look. “I take it. I put this in and then give you the controller?”
“That’s the idea,” he said with a lustful look. I could see his penis twitch at the thought. “Keep going. There’s more in the box.”
I picked up the next package. This turned out to be a remotecontrolled vibrator, and it was huge. I could insert it and then control the extent and type of pleasure it gave according to the box’s hype. ‘Guaranteed to bring you orgasms beyond your wildest imagination’ was one claim. Now that sounded like a challenge.
The next package contained two cock rings, some fluffy pink handcuffs, ankle cuffs, leather belts, a lash, a mask, a soft boa, oral sex dice for men, women remotely operated Butterfly, and lastly, two DVDs, one being Top Guns. The other title was The Flight Attendants. I’d never heard of them before, but from the cover one that clearly involved many people fucking and doing other exciting things to each other. Now, this felt more like Fifty Shades of Grey. Crap, I hope he doesn’t have a red room of pain.
“Do you have a playroom I don’t know about?” I asked.
“No, but it sounds like an intriguing idea,” Ben said.
Thank God, I thought.
I sat back and looked at Ben with a smirk, “Can we use them all this afternoon?”
He shook his head, “No. I need some recovery time, but I like your attitude. We have to space out using all these things, so we keep some excitement in our sex life.”
“My darling, our sex life is more exciting than any twenty people I know put together well, except for your sisters and their families.”
“We’ll wait until we’re back in Seattle to play with some of these … except for the Butterfly. I want you to wear that to dinner tonight,” Ben said.
We went and showered again, this time getting dressed in more presentable clothing. We went for an hour walk, ended in town at a little café, walked around town window shopping since most of the retail stores were closed, and then walked home.
Back at Eagle Pines, I made some cookies while Ben looked through the erotic photography album, I’d made for him. I think that was his favorite toy. Ben started putting together his IPad and all the programming that goes with it.
About five o’clock, I slipped upstairs with my box of sex toys. I examined each item more carefully but settled on the Butterfly as the erotica of choice for the evening. I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear this tonight. Still, I stripped off my pants and underwear, put batteries in, and snugged the vibrating device right up against my clitoris, adjusting the straps until I liked the fit.
Next, I put the A.A. batteries in the remote. I turned it on for a second, and an incredible sensation swept through my body, starting at my clit and working its way outward. I turned the remote off; I didn’t want to rob Ben of his pleasure as we circulated together and had dinner out. I could guess how I’d respond.
I put on a short wool skirt and sweater, the latter a snug fit against my bra less breasts. I knew I’d attract a few stares in the lounge or restaurant, but that’s what I felt I wanted. I looked in the mirror and went back downstairs.
Ben was still reading. I got us each a glass of wine and some hors d’oeuvres and carried them into the living room. Ben broke away from the IPad.
“It looks like the pages of the Avery Album are already sticky!
Did you beat off while I was upstairs?” I asked him. Ben looked horrified, “I … I didn’t … I’d want you around.”
I said, “Don’t look so guilty. I can tell the thought crossed your mind. Besides, I know that men like some time alone with their porn when they feel a particular urge.”
I went up to him and kissed him, “You’ll never have to worry about me feeling jilted because you attend to your needs alone or with someone else. That’s the kind of marriage I want, and I think that’s what you’ve said you want. If that means you beat your meat to some sexy pictures of Alex or me or someone on the Internet, so be it. Who knows, I might just join you if I catch you. And if I catch you, I’d expect you to finish delivering yourself pleasure before you stop and interact with me.”
Ben studied me a minute to be sure that what I said was genuine. “How did I get so lucky to find not only the horniest woman in the world but also the most tolerant and understanding,” Ben stated.
I said, “Because you’re good at picking temporary girlfriends, of course.” I picked up my wine and sat beside him, thrusting out my chest to get his attention as I did.
“Is that an invitation?” he asked, looking at my honey bumps.
“As long as we both understand our hard limits,” I said.
“I remember. What brought that up?” Ben asked.
“I don’t know. I just don’t want you with Paula, dumb, I know, but I just don’t,” I said. Paula is my only hard limit, and we are in the town she lives in. I didn’t know if she was in another place or just here and haven’t seen her yet.
“She really pissed you off at the wedding,” Ben said. “I know she is a hard limit, just like the list I gave you.”
“Oh, no. No,” I responded with a touch of sarcasm in my voice. “I don’t know any of them on your list.”
Ben slithered across the couch to my side. “Well, you will on the day.” He kissed me and ran his hand up inside my sweater, caressing my breast and working my nipples into an even more erect state of excitement. He leaned in and kissed my nipples through my sweater, breathing hot air on each one as he did. I melted slightly. Ben likes the fact that he could grab me at any time and do as he pleases.
He added, “At our rate of progress if we stop for sex now, we probably won’t get dinner. What’s your pleasure?”
“You are my pleasure, but I want to try that little Italian place on Mill Street. So, I’ll try, with great difficulty I might add, to stop being seductive, and we’ll just sit here and sip our wine and have a lovely conversation.”
“Alex is a talented photographer,” Ben said. “Her use of lighting and angle shots is excellent and, in this case, heightened the eroticism of her photographs even when she’s in them. Further, her use of simple props or backgrounds only adds to the photographs because you don’t get lost in the backgrounds.”
“You weren’t supposed to be looking at the backgrounds, Dear. You were supposed to be looking at me.” I teased.