My naughty little slut. She was a good girl. “Well Geoff?” I asked my husband, “what have you got for our little girl, come to that, what have y...u got for me?”The last trip he had brought underwear, expensive, and French, plus Italian dresses, and designer jeans. For that we allowed him to fuck us both. He opened a bag. Two small boxes. Platinum earrings, another box, matching chokers. Two sets of each. One for me, one for Alex.“Want to see them on,” I asked him.“Mmmm,” he said. “But only. I startedto breath heavily through my nose as I came close to climax, slippingand accidentally having him penetrate me as it came full force.My body erupted in orgasm, and the macking never slowed down. He startedpumping into me, fueling each wave of passion over my body with more andmore intensity. As I slowed down he pulled away from me, lust dancing inhis eyes. He gently pushed me off of him and slid his still thick cockout of my pussy and reached out a hand.He led me over to the vanity. Though his weak-kneed walk was adorable, she didn’t have the strength to laugh.When he returned, he helped her sit up and have her first few sips. When she demonstrated enough coordination to do it on her own, he said, “I’ll go clean your toy.”“Alcohol is in the cabinet. Bring me a washrag?”He nodded, and then Clarissa admired his taut, naked ass when he bent over to retrieve her toy from the floor. She shivered as he left the room, almost feeling as if she was waking up from a dream.But it was. .possiblybetter than I knew myself I sometimes thought. And so, with a mixture oftrepidation and, I guess, longing, the fateful date was set.The final hours before He arrived seemed to last forever. I paced and Itrembled and I paced again, breathless and flushing alternately. He'd toldme many times of the look he liked on a woman and, happily, it was exactlythe type I loved too....a 50's retro style, stilettos, seamed stockingsand corsets. I was fully made-up hours before he was due, all bright.