The White Box -- Part 2 - Sex Stories

The White Box -- Part 2

... She laughed as she opened it. Inside was a final box, this one wrapped in the inevitable silver foil. She tore that off, exposing the deep blue velvet box inside. “You’re going to be in a lot of trouble if this cost more than $200.” “Then I’m dead.” She opened the box and gasped. “Will you help me put them on? I love you, but I’m sure you’re in big trouble.” She lifted the exquisite emerald and diamond necklace, opening the lobster clasp and holding it out for me. I fastened it around her neck. She removed her diamond studs, replacing them with the bangle earrings that featured a ten carat emerald suspended from a cluster of three one carat diamonds. Next was the bracelet—two rows of matching diamonds around a central row of sparkling emeralds. Finally, she removed the ring with a twelve carat emerald surrounded by a ring of diamonds. It was a truly incredible set, made all the more beautiful when worn by my wife. “How much?” “$201…not a penny more!” Rita just laughed and laughed. “I know that emeralds are even more expensive than diamonds. I’ll bet this cost even more than my diamond set.” “No bet…Merry Christmas. They look beautiful on you, but your beauty puts them to shame.” “You are such a fibber, but I love you anyway. I think I’ll wear these tomorrow just to see Sara’s reaction. Let’s go to bed. For some reason I need you now even more than usual.” She took my hand and led me upstairs, her emeralds glistening in the dim light. “You’re going to spoil me rotten, you ...

... know.” “Yup..that’s my goal and I’ve just begun.” We climbed into bed to hold each other and make the most exquisite—the most delicious—love to each other. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. Sara, Brian, and the kids came over for lunch. I had promised them my special hot dogs. I was working with the grill, my breath showing in the cold December air, when Brian came out to join me. “I’m glad to have the opportunity to speak with you, Brian. Where’d you attend medical school?” “Stony Brook, why?” “Know anyone there in obstetrics? Rita and I would like to start a family and we think we’d like to try in vitro fertilization. I’m prepared to pay for the opportunity. What does a year there cost, do you know?” “Tuition and fees probably come to almost $50,000 for an in-state student and then there’s room and board, too.” “I’d be willing to cover a year’s expenses for a med student’s donation and I’d be willing to donate ten million to the university. Think you can set up an appointment for us?” “I’ll do my best.” I thanked him and finished up the dogs, carrying the platter in to the eager kids. We distributed the gifts after lunch. Rita had coordinated everything with her sister so we knew we were buying things they wanted. The four adults were seated, enjoying a glass of wine, when Rita chose to tell Sara about our presents. “Did you know that Martin and I agreed to buy one gift only for each other? I bought him a nice merino wool sweater.” “Oh, that sounds great.” “He bought me ...