Frustratingly, my new girlfriend would only put on a shy, lip-biting smile and say, "I don't know," during the afterglow of sex.
I've been hinting at bringing in a third into the bedroom a couple of months after the first time we've started having intercourse. I've been divorced a few years and wanted to explore the kink I've fantasized about but couldn't act on with my priggish ex. I didn't hide the fact that I desired to make up for the lost time and she was aware of how much the idea turned me on. And judging from her reactions, the pillow talk seemed to turn her on too. But that's all it was: pillow talk.
After months of, "I don't know," I was beginning to think it was a lost cause. I was feeling as though she was just saying what I wanted to hear and not really into the idea. I was torn between breaking it off to explore my fantasies with someone else - or settling for what I had: an incredibly beautiful lady that I always had a great time with - and the equally incredible sex we were having. I'd let time decide.
The holidays were approaching and shared that I had several out-of-town meetings that would keep us apart in the two weeks before Christmas. Pretty typical in my profession. We've never been apart that long since we first started dating. Christmas Day would be the earliest we could get together and she volunteered to prepare a nice dinner for us and exchange gifts then.
It was December 10th. I'd be flying out the next morning for work - and begin the achingly long time apart from each other. Our sex that night was more incredible than ever, likely because we both knew it would be our last for a while. In our sweaty afterglow, I once again brought up the thought of bringing a third into our play. But rather than the typical, "I don't know," she said, "Are you sure you want that? It wouldn't bother you seeing me with another man? There's no going back afterward, you know."
We've never gotten this far before. She's never asked any questions about it to start an actual conversation about the possibility. "Bother me? I think sharing you with another guy would turn me on to no end," I answered. "Hell, my head is spinning right now just thinking about it. You want to give it a try with me?"
As was typical, she shyly bit her lip and smiled saying, "I don't know." I'd have once again been frustrated, but it appeared that she may finally be moving in the right direction. My erection returned and I put it to good use. I mounted her for a second round as if to use my dick to underscore how turned on I was.
It was the morning of 14th. I showered and prepped for a scheduled meeting when I heard my phone come alive. It was a text from my girlfriend. It read "Good morning! I've been thinking a lot about what you want from me, so here is the beginning of the Twelve Days of Christmas. This is Day Twelve. Enjoy!"
I stared at the phone and wondered what she was talking about when the phone came alive again. It was a photo of her in a white bathrobe. She looked sexy as hell! The robe was partially opened enough to show that she nude underneath, but her 'sexy parts' were still covered. Very erotic. I was about to respond when the phone dinged again. She added, "DO NOT CALL OR TEXT ME! This is part of your gift and I don't want to spoil it. I'll see you for Christmas dinner at 6:00. Have a great trip until then."
Question marks were shooting out of my head but planned to do as I was told and not contact her. I just elected to soak up that gorgeous image and excitedly wonder what she had in store for me.
At precisely 9:00 in the morning, my phone dinged. It was a new text from my girlfriend. I excitedly opened her message to find the words "Day Eleven" followed by another photo. This one was a view of her removing her white bathrobe from behind. Again, nothing overt but exceptionally erotic. Her back was bare and the robe draped down enough to expose the top part of her ass. I was really enjoying her idea. It made me feel my gift of concert tickets for her seem lame by comparison. I gazed at the image with a growing hard-on until I had to run off to another meeting.
On schedule, the next morning read "Day Ten". The image was of her in the shower all soaped up with a leg on the seat and leaning forward to shave her long, luscious leg. The angle and position were such that once again, I couldn't see her ample breasts or private area. She was driving me nuts! I was tempted to reply right then and tell her how much she was turning me on but decided that I'd better comply with her request.
Day Nine was an image of her nude in front of a mirror. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was leaning one arm on her vanity. Unlike the other photos, this one plainly showed her tight ass. The mirror reflected her flat stomach and a nice peek at one of her breasts under her arm as she applied lipstick. Those photos were exceptionally well thought out and composed. I couldn't wait until the next morning to see what she'd send next.
I didn't think I'd be disappointed, but I was. Day Eight showed her fully dressed as if she were going to a business meeting. A button-down blouse, pencil skirt, and high heels holding a clutch purse at her side. It was the type of photo you'd see in a women's magazine ad. She looked beautiful and the photo was very nice, but I was hoping for something more... revealing. Compared to what she'd sent already, this one was anticlimactic. I shrugged my shoulders and headed out for the day.
"Day Seven" was the text, followed by a pic of her removing her clothes. I was beginning to notice a pattern, like a sequence. She was telling me a story of sorts. I had no idea where she was going with it, but did notice the background was strange. Her place didn't have that furniture nor color scheme. I also noticed the photo was better. Like a higher resolution than the previous ones she'd sent. The photo had her blouse undone and stepping out of her skirt.