Secret Santa - Part III

Gemma pushed the front door shut with her backside before moving to the coat rack. She sighed as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her shopping bags down. Her feet were sore, and she was mentally exhausted after her final Christmas shopping trip. Her home was warm and welcoming but there was something wrong. The lights were on everywhere. Malc was supposed to be out at his work office party, and he never left lights on.?Malc, are you home?? she called out.There was just silence, but it was an uneasy one. There was someone in the house. She sensed it.?Is that you, Malc?? she said as she walked slowly towards the open lounge door.For a moment she couldn?t believe her eyes. There was a Black male dressed in a Santa Claus outfit, sitting in Malc?s armchair with a glass in his hand. He smiled at her and raised his glass. ?Merry Christmas Gemma,? he said.?Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here??He put his glass down and stood up. Gemma started to back away as he picked up an envelope and held it out as he stepped closer.?Malc asked me to give you a Christmas present,? he said pushing the envelope at her.?What fucking present???Here, take a look. The card will explain.?She izmit escort bayan looked warily at him; Marc had made no mention of this. He was smiling.?Go on take it,? he said again, waiving it at her.She reached out and took the card from his hand before stepping back to open it. With one eye on the man, she tore open the envelope. Inside was a Christmas card. As she opened it out a folded sheet of paper fell out. The man stepped closer, picked it up and handed it to her. Once again, she stepped back.The card said, ?To My Loving Wife?, and inside was a simple poem. Here is your secret Santa,And you are his for the night.His skin may be ebony or blackBut his cum will be creamy and white!Enjoy! ?What the?.!??I think the letter will explain everything,? he said as he stepped back.Gemma moved back and sat down on the settee behind her, dropping the card and the envelope on the cushion beside her. Gemma, we have talked about this for so long, and, so often now, I think it?s now time we did something about it. His name a Bo, and he?s American and works here. I met him on one of those interracial sex sites that we look at regularly. Without going into too much detail, izmit eve gelen escort I have spent a while getting to know him, checked him out, and met him a couple of times. He seems an okay guy and I trust him enough to allow him into our marriage.He?s experienced, has been with a few couples like ourselves, who are new to this lifestyle, and I think he?ll be good for you. I have been frank with him, told him things that we would both like to do and try out, and he is very eager to take us under his wing and show you, especially, the ropes!So now, love, it?s down to you. He?s not going to be pushy. If this is not what you want to do, just say so and he will leave, but if you are interested then? well? enjoy a white Christmas!I will be back around two as planned, but if you want me home earlier, give me a ring. Gemma read through it twice and then folded the piece of paper. She was stunned. Looking up she saw Bo standing there with a glass of sparkling wine. ?You look as though you could do with this.?She took it from him without saying a word and took a huge gulp.?This has obviously come as a surprise then??She laughed. ?Yes, you izmit otele gelen escort could say so.?Bo sat down beside her. ?I take it that this is something that you and Malc have often talked about??She nodded without looking at him.?Well, I?m quite willing to take things at your pace. I have done this before, and I know that people need some time before taking that first step.?She turned to look at him. From what she could see of his face he was attractive and had a nice smile. Her eyes wandered down his body and rested where his groin was. The clothing was too loose to make any judgements but all the guys she had seen on that site were well-endowed.?Shops busy out there???Bloody nightmare,? she said. ?It?s always the same this time of year.?He laughed, showing the contrast of his white teeth against his brown colouring. ?That?s why men leave it to the women.?She laughed. She was feeling at ease with him. He reached for her almost empty glass. ?Would you like a top-up? You look as though you could do with one!?Gemma handed it to him. ?Yes, I could.?He returned with her glass and handed it to her. ?So, how long have you been? well, having these sorts of conversations??Gemma sat back. ?A few years now. It is only pillow talk though.??I know,? he said. ?Bedroom talk to get you in the mood. That?s how it usually starts. Then moving on to porn movies and openly fantasizing, and then you either make the move or leave things as they are, just fantasies.?