The Christmas Boots - Part 1

"Can I get you anything?" Thomas asked as he stepped into the living room with a cheerful smile on his face. "More wine, perhaps? I could prepare a snack if you'd like."

"Thank you, my love," Hazel replied, "but we have everything we need. I'll call for you if that changes, though."

Thomas nodded and offered what looked like a subtle bow before swiftly turning around and departing the living room.

"Wow," Charlotte said as she swirled the red wine in her glass. "That was...that was impressive. I'm honestly not sure I've ever seen anything like that."

Hazel offered a bright smile, sipped her wine, and crossed her legs as she leaned back into the exceedingly comfortable couch. "I know. He's changed. I've changed. Our life has changed, honestly, and it's all for the better."

"You do seem happier," Charlotte said. "A lot happier, honestly." It was the first thing she'd noticed upon sitting down with her friend. Hazel emanated a kind of happiness - and confidence, really - that felt different, like she'd embarked on a rigorous plan of self-improvement and she'd found wild success in doing so. "What's your secret, if you don't mind me asking? Because, if I'm being honest, I'm a little jealous."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Hazel replied.

"Try me," Charlotte said. "Honestly, you've never seemed so happy and Thomas actually seems really happy, too, despite the fact that he's behaving in a way most men would probably hate. So please, share your secret."

Hazel set her glass on the coffee table, turned to face Charlotte, and clasped her hands together. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead, she stood up and walked away before stopping, looking over her shoulder, and saying, "I'm just going to show you. I'll be right back."

Charlotte tried to imagine what Hazel could possibly show her that would explain how she'd become happier and more confident and how she'd convinced her husband to be so willing and eager to tend to her needs, and to find such happiness in doing so, for there was no question in her mind that Thomas was happier than he'd ever been.

Hazel returned carrying a pair of knee high black leather boots. She set them on the floor in front of Charlotte, joined her on the couch, and picked up her glass to take a long sip of her wine.

"I don't understand," Charlotte said.

"I found those boots at a thrift store last year," Hazel explained. "There was something about them...I don't know, I just had to have them."

They were good boots. Great, even. They looked well-made and Charlotte was certain they'd look sexy when paired with the right dress or pair of jeans, but she wasn't sure how the boots were remotely connected to the change she'd noticed in Hazel, to Thomas's newfound eagerness to make his wife happy, and to the overall sense of marital joy she noticed in the couple.

"I still don't understand, Hazel," Charlotte said. "I mean, they're great boots, but they're just boots."

Hazel shook her head. "That's the thing. They're not just boots."

Charlotte looked at the boots once more, just to make sure she wasn't missing something. She wasn't, though. They were, in fact, just boots. She even reached out to touch them, but all she felt was high quality leather.

"They're...look, I know this sounds crazy, but they have...magical properties," Hazel said.

Charlotte stared in disbelief as she tried to figure out if Hazel was being serious. "You're saying those boots, the ones right there in front of me, are magical?"

Hazel laughed. "I get it. It sounds absurd. Completely absurd. How could a pair of boots be magical, after all? All I know is that wearing those boots changed me. And I don't mean that I felt a newfound sense of confidence once I put them on. I mean that they changed the way I think and feel. They turned me in an entirely different woman, and no normal pair of boots could do that. And I didn't change anything else. I literally just bought those boots at a thrift shop, started wearing them, and everything changed."

Charlotte stared at the boots and asked, "What changed? I mean, outside of you being happier and Thomas being so eager to make you happy, what actually changed?"

Hazel slid a little closer and said, "I took charge. Or, more accurately, I felt an overwhelming desire to take charge of my marriage, and of Thomas. I felt this desire to dominate him, to make him submit to me, to my desires. I'd never felt that. Ever. And then I started wearing those boots and that feeling just came over me. And it wasn't just that I wanted it, either."

"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked as she looked at her friend.

"Charlotte..." Hazel began before a smile slowly crossed her face, "I felt the most incredible pleasure of my life when I started to take control, and especially when I dominated Thomas. It was...it was unlike anything I've ever experienced, and it didn't even have to be something sexual. The first time I told him to get on his knees and give me a foot massage I very nearly had an orgasm when he did it without complaint. The first time I teased his cock until it was dripping and then denied him an orgasm I was...Charlotte, I was soaking wet and it took Thomas less than thirty seconds of oral worship to make me cum."

Charlotte was taken aback by the intimate nature of what her friend was sharing, and yet she couldn't deny the lust and excitement she saw on Hazel's face and in her eyes. It seemed that merely talking about the changes to her marriage was a turn on, and that she truly had discovered an entirely different kind of sexual pleasure.

"It's not just the pleasure, though. We're happier, Charlotte. Thomas is happier. I'm happier. He says he's never felt so confident, which might seem counterintuitive, but it's true," Hazel explained. "In fact, he's almost certainly going to get a promotion for the first time in years, and it's entirely because of the change in our marriage. I'm killing it at work, too. I swear, those boots are magical. I know that sounds completely and utterly absurd, but there's no other way to explain what happened to me. I woke up one day and suddenly I was filled with these desires and needs that I'd never had before."

Hazel's enthusiasm was infectious, to the point that Charlotte felt as though she'd absorbed a little of her friend's elation simply by sitting next to her. "I have to say, I'm a little jealous," she noted. "You really do seem as happy as you've ever been."

"I am," Hazel replied without hesitation. "I really am, Charlotte, and I've only shared a fraction of the details with you. For instance, did you know that I now have the freedom to fuck anyone I want? That I utilized that freedom last weekend and spent the night in a hotel with a gorgeous man that fucked me like no one ever has?"

"Really? Thomas is okay with that?" Charlotte asked.

"Thomas is so much more than okay with it," Hazel said. "It was his idea, Charlotte. He recognized that our sex life had gotten a little stale and he suggested that I have sex with another man. In fact, he did all the work to find the guy. It was the most beautiful act of submission on his part and I got wet just thinking about his eagerness to satisfy me. And, of course, I took him up on the offer and spent the night letting another man enjoy my body. It was incredible. The sex was truly out of this world. I swear, I haven't cum like that in a long, long time. And, the best part is, Thomas had the most incredible orgasm when I came home and gave him a handjob while telling him all about it."

Charlotte was speechless, as it seemed impossible that a married man would be willing to let his wife sleep with someone else and that he'd actually have a great orgasm when hearing about her infidelity.

"I want you to have the boots," Hazel said. "I want their magic to work on you, Charlotte. I want you to feel the things I feel. I want you to be as happy as I am."

"But what about you?" Charlotte asked.

"I don't need them anymore," Hazel replied. "I haven't worn them in months, in fact. I don't know how the magic works, but I got all I needed and my mind isn't going back to the way it used to be."

Charlotte looked at the boots and thought of being as confident, happy, and satisfied as Hazel seemed. She didn't really have a dominant bone in her body and she'd never really felt any desire to take control of her marriage or her husband, so Charlotte was fairly certain the boots would have no effect on her, and yet she couldn't help but want to give it a try.

"Put them on," Hazel said. "Charlotte, you must put them on. Let their magic change your life. Let it be my Christmas gift to you."

Charlotte smiled and slipped her shoes off. "Okay," she replied. "Just for the record, I don't think it's possible for a pair of boots to actually be magical, but I'll try them on."

Hazel looked positively giddy. "You won't be disappointed, I promise."

Charlotte slipped her feet into the leather boots - which were remarkably warm and comfortable - and stood up. She'd half expected to feel something immediately - some sort of magical energy enveloping her - but of course it didn't. "How do I look?" she asked.

"Beautiful," Hazel replied. "Wear them for the rest of the day and as often as you can for the rest of the month. I promise, their magic will work on you. You just have to give it a chance."

"I will," Charlotte said. They looked good, so she figured she really would wear them as often as possible for the rest of the month. After all, what was the harm in wearing a pair of great boots?

Charlotte felt like the exact same person when she woke up the next morning. She'd worn the boots for the rest of the day - including on a dinner date with her husband, Vince - and she felt a little foolish for letting herself belief, even in a small way, that the boots really were magical and that she'd suddenly wake up feeling the way Hazel did.

Before getting out of bed Charlotte rolled over and looked at her sleeping husband in the hope that seeing him might inspire some of the overwhelming desire to dominate that Hazel had spoken of. Charlotte felt none of that, though, and again she felt just a touch foolish for hoping that boots were as magical as her friend had promised.

Setting aside her hopes, Charlotte got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She gently closed the door to avoid waking Vince and sat on the toilet to pee. As her bladder emptied, Charlotte stared at the black satin robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. She thought of the last time she'd worn it and how sexy she'd felt in it. There was something about the way the soft satin brushed against her skin as she moved that proved to be quite the turn on.

After flushing the toilet, Charlotte stood and walked towards the robe. She ran her fingers over the soft material and smiled at how good it felt and she couldn't help but wonder why didn't wear it more often.

Without thinking, Charlotte stripped out of the t-shirt and shorts she'd worn to bed and put on the robe. She tied it around her waist and then closed her eyes and ran her hands over her body, reveling in the pleasure of the soft, delicate material against her skin. A surge of lust moved through her body, concentrating between her legs. Charlotte reached under the robe and rubbed her clit for a few moments and was surprised to find that it felt remarkably sensitive. She slipped a finger into her pussy to find a wealth of wetness had built up and Charlotte wondered if her brain had engaged in some sort of dirty dream before she'd woken up.

Though she was tempted to masturbate to orgasm, Charlotte ultimately chose to delay her pursuit of pleasure in favor of coffee and breakfast, so she headed for the kitchen with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.

The coffee smelled better than usual as it brewed and Charlotte found herself standing at the counter and inhaling the scent with a deeply satisfied smile on her face. She did the same after pouring a cup, this time holding it right under her nose and inhaling over and over as the mug warmed her hands. The first sip was perfect as the delicate taste of the coffee danced on her tongue. It went down smoothly and Charlotte closed her eyes and once again held the mug under her nose to inhale the scent she suddenly appreciated in a way she never had.

"Good coffee?"

Charlotte opened her eyes to see her husband standing at the edge of the kitchen. He wore a t-shirt and pajama pants and his dark hair was wondrously messy, as it almost always was after a long night's sleep.

She smiled and nodded before taking another sip and setting her mug on the counter. "It's perfect," she said. "Utterly perfect."

"That robe," Vince said as his eyes slowly moved over her body as if he was taking a long mental picture of her in the robe. "It looks...you look really hot, Charlotte."

Charlotte bit her lower lip, held it for a moment as she stared into her husband's eyes, and said, "I'm not wearing anything underneath."

Vince's eyebrows raised at her flirtiness and he strode towards her, closing the distance between them in just a few steps. "Really?" he asked as he ran his fingers over her hips.

Charlotte slowly shook her head and reached down to tug on the thin satin belt that held the robe closed. Vince looked down as she loosened the knot and the robe opened, exposing her taut stomach and the closely-trimmed pubic hair above her pussy. Charlotte was delighted to see her husband's cock grow in his pants, forming a bulge that very nearly pressed into her clit.

He moved a hand under the robe and to her waist, caressing her soft skin for a moment before his fingers traveled up her side until they reached the soft, perky flesh of her breast. His thumb brushed over her remarkably stiff nipple and Charlotte let out a gentle moan as Vince's touch sent waves of pleasure through her body and made her pussy tingle.

He leaned in to kiss her and Charlotte parted her lips and offered her tongue without hesitation. Vince moaned and pressed his body against hers, grinding his stiff cock against her pussy and eliciting yet another moan from the friction against her throbbing clit.

His hands moved down her back and he grabbed her ass tight and moved to lift Charlotte onto the kitchen counter. He set her down and lowered his pajama pants. His cock rubbed against her slick, swollen pussy lips and the tip pushed inside her.

"No," Charlotte said.

Vince looked up with surprise and a touch of concern on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, as he'd clearly expected Charlotte to welcome his cock inside her.

She smiled in response to his question and gently pushed on his chest. Vince stepped back in response and he slipped out of her pussy, though his dick remained exceptionally stiff and obviously eager for pleasure. "There's nothing wrong," Charlotte said. "And I like that you're so hard for me. I just don't want your cock inside me right now."

"What do you want?" he asked.

Charlotte smiled, in part because she knew exactly what she wanted and in part because the boots were, in fact, magical. Charlotte hadn't realized it at first, but she was filled with the dominant desire that Hazel had mentioned, a desire that she'd never felt before. It was potent, though. Almost overwhelming, to the point that her body was screaming at her to fulfill that desire.

"I want you on your knees," Charlotte said. Simply uttering the words made her pussy tingle, and when Vince fell to his knees after just a few moments of hesitation, Charlotte could feel the wetness practically seeping out of her.

Vince looked up at her from his knees and Charlotte slid off the counter, reached out, and grabbed a handful of his hair. He winced as she tightened her grip and her legs trembled from the intense pleasure she felt at answering the call of the dominant desire the boots had unleashed in her.

"My pussy is soaked, Vince," she said. "But on this particular morning, I'm not soaked for your cock. Today, I want you to use those lovely lips and that talented tongue of yours to eat my pussy."

He opened his mouth to say something, but Charlotte didn't give him the chance to get a word out. She pulled his face between her legs, gripped the back of his head with both hands, and ground her pussy over his mouth.

Vince put his tongue to work immediately and he did so with great enthusiasm, causing Charlotte to fill the kitchen with low, lusty moans of pleasure.

"That's it, baby," she said. "Eat my pussy. Be a good boy and eat my fucking pussy."

Intense feelings - like the ones Hazel had described - coursed through Charlotte's body, concentrating between her legs and making her thighs tremble. She gripped her husband's hair tighter and he groaned, though he continued to give her clit a thorough tongue lashing, showing a great willingness to do as he was told.

"Don't touch your cock," Charlotte instructed when she saw Vince reach for his erection. "Just concentrate on eating my pussy, Vince. Concentrate on making me cum."

Charlotte moved her hips, fucking her husband's face as he ate her pussy. She felt like she was completely and utterly in control of him, like he was a toy for her pleasure in that moment and it turned her on like nothing else ever had. The boots were just as magical as Hazel had said. It seemed impossible, but wearing them for just a few hours had imbued her with wild, dominant desire and it was about to result in an intensely pleasurable orgasm.

"Fuck...Vince...baby...worship my cunt! Make me cum! Fucking...make me cum!" Charlotte screamed before her thighs began to tremble uncontrollably. Vince gripped her ass tightly to hold her up and an orgasm exploded outwards from her pussy, filling her body with bliss as she closed her eyes, rolled her head back, and unleashed a wild series of moans.

When she was finished, Charlotte released Vince's hair from her vice-like grasp, stepped back, and leaned against the counter as a hazy, delighted smile crossed her face.

"What...what was that?" Vince asked. "What came over you?" He wasn't disturbed, though. He was smiling. He might very well have been delighted, and his cock was still quite hard.

"It was the boots," Charlotte said, though she the confused look on Vince's face made it clear he had no idea what she was talking about. "They're magical."

"What boots?" he asked.

"It's not important," she said. "What's important is that I'm going to keep wearing them." Charlotte closed her robe and bent over to kiss her husband's lips, which were still wet with her juices. "I'd like you to make us breakfast, Vince. Do a good job and I might consider giving you a handjob a little later today. And, I'll be the only one touching your cock today, so put it away."

Vince stood, tucked his cock into his pajama pants, and studied her face for a few moments before turning to the refrigerator and pulling out a carton of eggs.

"Good boy," Charlotte said before giving him a smack on the ass. "I'm going to go put those boots on."

It seemed that the boots really were magical, and that magic resulted in an orgasm unlike any Charlotte had ever had, so she was absolutely going to wear them again. She wanted to feel more of that dominant desire, more of that intoxicating energy. She wanted to be in control, to make her husband submit. She needed to wear the boots.