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The White Box -- Part 2

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

a huge silver bow on the roof when I led her outside. Rita’s car was a piece of shit—an eight year old Plymouth that seemed to spend as much time in the shop as out. The BMW X6 in Deep Sea Blue Metallic had virtually every option. It was fast and safe—as safe as any car could be. The look on Rita’s was priceless. She gave me a tremendous hug and kiss before taking the smart key from my hand and stepping in. “I think you’d better check out the manual before you do any driving.” She reached across the console to open the glove box then she stopped cold. There inside was a box, approximately twelve inches square. It was wrapped in silver foil. “I guess we are cornering the market on this paper. Wasn’t this enough?” “No, it wasn’t. Open your gift. The car is a necessity, not a gift. I hated the idea of you driving that old piece of crap. Now I know you’ll be safe. Just don’t open it up on the secondary roads. Save that for an interstate. Now…open your gift.” I held her head as I leaned into the car to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. I knew she was expecting jewelry so she was in for a surprise. Inside the box was an envelope and inside that was a gift certificate for $20,000 at one of the city’s trendiest women’s store. “I want you to have the best. We have a charity ball coming up in January and you need a gown…and shoes and a purse and a bunch of other things, too. Take Sara with you and spend to your heart’s content. Go over the twenty if you wish. I’ve already cleared it ... with the store owner. You’ll find the prices there are high, but I can afford it and I’ll always want you to look your best.” I kissed her again and then hopped into the passenger seat for Rita’s first drive in her new car. Of course, we drove to Sara’s. She and Rita drove into Manhattan the following day, filling the SUV with new clothes of all kinds. She spent much more than the $20,000, but that was fine with me. I’d square it with the store Monday morning. Christmas was wonderful. I hadn’t celebrated Christmas since my marriage to Dana. Rita and I visited Sara and Brian on Christmas Eve and watched their two girls so they and Michael could attend midnight mass. We went home around 1:30, taking the time to open our presents. As per agreement we had bought only one present each. That was the agreement, however, there was no limit on what could be spent, a concept that was lost on Rita. She insisted that I open my gift first. Inside the box was a beautiful merino wool sweater imported from New Zealand. I loved it; I knew very well how warm a thin sweater like this could be. It would be great playing golf on a cool day. I thanked her with a kiss and handed her the big box with her gift. She opened it and looked up—a bemused look on her face. “Funny,” she said as she pulled the slightly smaller box out. Inside this was a still smaller box and inside that was yet another box. “Starting to be not funny,” she said, but she was smiling when she said it. “That’s the last one…I think.” ...