1. The White Box -- Part 2


    Date: 11/22/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 87.6, Source: sexstories.com

    were all over the car when we found it.” “No surprise there; I told you how I dumped the two of them in the root cellar. I drove that car on a few errands including getting a new wardrobe to replace the one that Dana gave away and picking up a pizza and some beer. I also packed Dana’s suitcases and loaded them in the car before putting the check in the back seat pocket. I’m sure my fingerprints are all over the tailgate and the back seat, too. I washed that car several times while I was a slave to Dana, vacuuming the interior and washing the windows. I’d be surprised if my DNA and fingerprints weren’t all over that car. Anything else? Surely you believe that she tortured me.” “Yeah, I do, but I have to tie up all the loose ends. No offense intended.” “None taken, Detective; I don’t envy you your job.” I shook hands with him and I walked him out the door. I never saw him again. Returning to the house I led Rita up to the bedroom. We turned in a few minutes later and I was asleep the second my head hit the pillow. I loved Rita, but she wore me out last night. The following morning she asked me what Christmas decorations we had. “None,” was my reply. “Dana was an atheist. She hated Christmas.” “Then get your most comfortable shoes on; we’re going shopping. Oh yeah…don’t dress too warmly; the stores are usually hot.” She kissed me then ran up the stairs to the bedroom. I followed, but walking. She led me out the door thirty minutes later. I let Rita drive; it was easier ...
    and--believe me--by the end of the day she had worn me out—even worse than the night she had made love to me over and over. That was a Thanksgiving I’d never forget. She bought an eight-foot artificial tree I could barely lift and about $500 worth of ornaments and decorations. We bought several wreathes, exterior lights for both the house and the trees in the front yard. I was going to have a busy few days. We rose early the next day and I almost fainted when I saw all the bags and boxes in the front hall. I dressed warmly and began to install the decorations. The wreathes were easy—simple over-the-door hangers—and they were done. The lights were something else. First I had to figure out where everything was going and then I had to figure out how to do it. On the positive side Rita was there with me every step of the way. My hands were freezing by noon. Rita must have seen how I was rubbing my hands. I thought she might take me inside, but she had a better idea. “Your hands look cold, Martin; let me warm them for you.” Standing in front and facing me she took each of my hands and slid them inside her slacks so that each hand had its own ass cheek warmer. “Hmmm…nice; I think I should do this more often. I could stay like this all day.” “Sorry,” she said with a laugh, “you have to get back to work.” She kissed me quickly and hustled back into the warm house. I kept at it, somewhat surprised at how well it was going. Rita called me in for lunch around one. She sat me at the table and ...
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