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Her Birthday

By: jacqui4u2



Sitting in a fancy restaurant with her husband, she celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday. He had kept her in suspense for weeks about what was planned. Her questions were parried skillfully or outright ignored. Her friends had been no help. Her frustration grew as the day came closer. She had made clear that she was hoping for a special day full of surprises. She had hoped her birthday might provide an opportunity to rekindle their relationship. The kids, jobs and daily stresses had combined to leave them harried and tired. On the rare occasion they were together, the need for sleep often won out over their desire for each other. 

When the flowers arrived at the office in the morning with a note telling her that the baby sitter was staying all night with the kids and a room at the Four Seasons hotel downtown had been reserved, her heart jumped with joy. She left work at exactly 5:00 and headed for the hotel. The note had told her that all arrangements for the night had been prepared and she was to relax and enjoy. The bellboy had shown her to her room. As he opened the door, she was surprised to see that he had reserved a small suite. 

The bellboy showed her all of the features available in the room, asked if she had any questions, and had left with a smile and five dollars as she closed the door. She had immediately noticed the card with her name on it sitting on the credenza near the door. She removed the card from the envelope and read the message. The note told her to enjoy a bath and be ready for dinner at 7:00. During her bath she tried to guess what her husband had planned. Between the supplies provided by the hotel and what her husband had packed, she had everything she needed. She had carefully washed herself, and then shaved her legs and trimmed her private areas. She carefully toweled off and then applied lotion to her skin. She had agonized over what clothes to wear and how to wear her hair. She hurried to be ready at the appointed hour. Her husband had been prompt and she finished her preparations just in time. His wolf whistle when her saw her in her little black dress told her she had selected the proper outfit.

She knew she was still attractive to men and her daily exercises had delayed the inevitable deterioration of age. Now if she could just rejuvenate her husbands’ passion, she knew her life would be wonderful. With her hair up, she felt elegant and sophisticated. He held her hand as they descended into the lobby of the hotel and walked towards the restaurant. Upon arriving, her husband had ordered an expensive bottle of champagne. His actions reminded her of the excitement and anticipation they had experienced when they dated. Their private booth had heightened an atmosphere of intimacy. 

The candlelight, champagne and attention her husband had lavished on her made her feel special. They had held hands as they drank the champagne. The oysters and caviar they had shared as appetizers were delicious. She marveled at the sure way her husband had taken control. Through the meal and into dessert he flirted with her. At first, it was a longing glance, then holding hands, a casual brush of her cheek and neck. When his toes had touched her calves and traced their way up her thigh, she shivered at the thought of his surprise when he realized she had decided not to wear any lingerie. 

As the waiter delivered their coffee and after dinner drinks, she watched as her husband slid around the table to sit directly by her side. She watched as her husband reached into his jacket and removed an envelope. He handed it to her. She removed the card from the envelope. She opened the card and read the message. At the bottom of the card the note said that there was another surprise waiting for her back at the hotel. In order to receive her surprise, she had to immediately go to the bedroom undress and put on what she found on the pillow. When she looked up at him, he smiled wickedly back at her. A hundred questions raced through her mind. 

She looked at him and he said, “ Are you ready? I will get the check.” He paid the waiter and then helped her out of her seat. His arm moved onto her shoulder as they headed out of the restaurant. They waited together for an elevator. When one arrived, they entered alone. He took her in his arms and gently kissed her. His kisses became more demanding as the elevator rose to their floor. They walked hand in hand to the door. As he opened the door, she started to ask him a question. In response, he put a finger on her lips and told her to go get ready for her surprise. 

She obediently left him and entered the bedroom. Her eyes went to the pillow she saw a black felt piece of material. She walked over, picked it up, and realized it was a blindfold. A shiver ran down her spine and to her crotch as understanding dawned on her. She slowly removed the dress. She pulled down the comforter and sheets and lay on the bed. She obediently covered her eyes with the blindfold. She heard her husband enter the room and then the bed move as he moved next to her. As his hand encircled her breast, she smelled his scent as he nibbled her ear. He continued to gently caress her. Without the sense of sight, she noticed her other senses were far more acute. When his hands moved between her legs, he found her moist and ready. As his thumb found her swollen clitoris and gently began to rub it, she felt her back arch in response. 

His knowing touch continued to arouse her. As his mouth covered hers, he slid a finger into her. His tongue blocked her moan. She eagerly responded with her tongue. Just as she needed to break their kiss to catch her breath, he moved his mouth away and began to trace his tongue around her lips, to her chin, along her neck. At various points, he stopped and teasingly ran his tongue against her skin. She reveled in the passion he was kindling in her. His tongue finally reached her breast. As his tongue circled her erect nipple, she felt his fingers speed up their rhythm in her pussy. Each feathery touch of his thumb sent bolts of pleasure throughout her body. She continued to speed towards a delicious climax. Her husband continued to run his tongue around her breast, occasionally stopping to suck her hard nipples for a brief instant before continuing. The sensation of the cool air-conditioned air against her hardened nipples caused her to shiver. 

Finally, she felt him move as his tongue continued its journey, leaving her breasts and slowly moving down towards her stomach. She wondered briefly if she could delay her orgasm until his tongue reached her pussy. She realized she was not going to make it as the waves of pleasure started to increase in frequency. Her hips began their dance of passion as his caresses drove her towards relief. A moan escaped her lips as her orgasm began. He continued to caress her as her orgasm continued, finally stopping. As she basked in the glow of post-orgasmic bliss, she felt her husband move away. She listened as she heard a drawer open and then close. He returned to her and lifted her arms above her head as he whispered in her ear how sexy she was. 

She felt silk against her wrists. She felt the silk tighten around her wrists as he moved up in the bed. She asked him what he was doing, and he responded she was ready for a new surprise. She felt the tugs on her wrist as he knotted the silk and her wrists tightly to the headboard. His fingers trailed down from her wrists, tickling her inner arms. He whispered to her that he would be right back and she listened attentively as he walked away from the bed. She heard a door open and close and wondered where he had gone. 

Moments later she heard him return. She strained her senses, wondering what he would do next. She didn’t have to wonder for long as she felt a stinging, icy feeling on her breast as she felt him slide an ice cube around her breast. Her cry of surprise pierced the quiet room. She heard him chuckle as he continued to circle her breast. As the ice touched her areola, she felt her nipple immediately harden. As the ice touched her nipple, she tensed her body against the cold. After rubbing her nipple with the ice, he finally removed it from her breast. She felt him move and then felt his breath on her nipple just before his tongue touched it. As his lips began to nipple and warm her breast, she waited anxiously for what was to come. 

She was unable to move much since her hands were tightly bound. As he gently bit on her nipple, she felt the ice cube begin to circle her other breast. Almost immediately, her other nipple hardened. As she waited and anticipated the cold wet ice cube reaching her hard nipple, she also felt moisture between her legs. She shifted slightly, spreading her legs open as she felt a drop of her juice run down from her pussy to her ass and then onto the bed. As her husband shifted his mouth to her other nipple, she felt the ice cube move down towards her stomach. She gasped as she felt the cold touch her sensitive stomach. 

She felt her husband once again shift his weight. As he moved between her parted thighs, the ice cube reached her navel. Her husband left it there to melt. She jumped as she felt a new ice cube touch the inside of her knee and then again as another joined it on her other knee. As the ice cubes slowly made their way up her thighs towards her pussy, her husband pushed her thighs further apart. Almost before she was ready, one of the ice cubes was inserted into her pussy as the other was placed directly on the hood of her clit. She convulsed at the feel of the ice against her sensitive areas. As she bucked against the cold, her husbands’ lips surrounded the ice cube on her clit as he sucked the ice and her clit into his hot mouth. 

Her clit had never felt so sensitive as she felt his tongue touch her clit for the first time. She moaned loudly. As his tongue began to work on her clit, the melting ice cube was streaming out of her pussy wetting the bed beneath her ass. Her hips thrust up off the bed in response to his tongue and as she began to gyrate her hips, she felt his finger begin to circle her wet anal area. She felt his finger running through the moisture escaping her pussy and then aligning itself at her opening. 

She felt the pressure as he pushed it into her ass forcing her hips up and pushing her clit harder against his tongue. The combination of sensations pushed her over the edge. With a grunt and a final thrust of her hips, she felt herself begin another orgasm. As she felt his finger slide fully into her ass, she heard herself moaning uncontrollably. Her orgasm was strong and she bucked as wave after wave washed over her until finally receding as she collapsed back onto the bed. 

She barely noticed her husband removing his finger from inside her and then moving up to lie next to her on the bed. Her senses were overloaded as she felt herself slipping into a satisfied sense of drowsiness. Her husband whispered in her ear how much he loved her and told her to rest for a few minutes before he gave her the next surprise. Her last conscious thought before falling asleep was to wonder what was next for her.

It seemed like only a few minutes had passed; she became conscious of the feel of lips gliding along her neck. As she regained consciousness, she realized that her wrists were still bound and her eyes were still covered. Realization slowly returned to her as kisses moved from her neck towards her breasts. She murmured softly to her husband asking how long she had slept, but there was no answer. He moved to her breasts and licked and sucked them back to an aroused state. She asked him again how long she had slept. He answered by gliding his tongue down her sensitive side. 

Realizing that she was not going to get an answer, she relaxed as her body responded to the insistent caresses of his tongue. He nipped gently the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs and then again on the spongy area directly above her slit. As his tongue began to slide down between the folds of her pussy, she eagerly spread her legs open wide to allow him the room he needed. She felt his tongue linger around her opening before thrusting into her. He had never done that before and it felt good. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of her opening, and she could feel his lips rubbing her. As his tongue thrust into her, she felt herself respond as her pussy began to lubricate. She enjoyed his new approach as his tongue continued to thrust into her. She lifted her hips off the bed that allowed his tongue to slide further into her. After several minutes of this, he removed his face from her. She felt the bed shift and then the sensation of his penis sliding along her pussy. He felt large and fully erect and she told him how wonderful it felt. 

After a moment, she felt him shift and then felt the head of his penis touch the folds around her opening. As she moved her hips to align herself, she again thought how big he felt. She felt the head pass her outer lips and enter her. He felt really big and she tried to relax herself as he slowly began thrusting into her. As he continued to thrust, realization dawned on her that something was different. She felt him lift her knees up and hold them in his hands. His thrusts continued to go deeper as his penis lubricated from her juices. She realized that he was deeper than ever before. 

She told him how large he was and asked him to slow down as she continued to adjust to him, but he continued to feed her pussy with deeper strokes. He spread her legs open further, causing her vaginal muscles to contract around him. She felt him touch every sensitive spot as he continued to thrust into her. It felt so good. She spread her legs as far as they could go and cocked her hips further. He continued to stroke into her. She reached up and put her hands on his chest. With a start, she realized something wasn’t right. This was not her husband’s chest. She called out to her husband. He replied everything was all right. 

She her husband’s voice had come from further away. Her confusion peaked, she realized her husband’s voice had come from the corner of the room. Her suspicions were confirmed. There was another man inside her. Her body tensed as she shakily asked her husband what was going on. She felt time slow down as she waited for a response. Finally, she heard her husband move closer to the bed. He asked her if she was ready for her surprise. She asked him again to tell her what was going on. Her husband replied that he had another surprise for her. He asked her if she would like to see her surprise. Once again she had a thousand questions that she wanted to ask but chose to ask none. Her husband asked again if she was ready for her surprise. She responded, “Yes”. 

She felt hands touch her head and then the blindfold was removed. She looked up into the smiling face of her best friend’s husband. She turned to look at her husband for an explanation. He told her that he had asked her friend for some advice and she had suggested this surprise. She knew from their conversations that her sex life was not great and was in need of a jump start. He told her that he knew that she wondered about what it would be like to have sex with another man and that her friend had shared some of the girl talk they had shared together, as women tend to do. She knew immediately that her husband had heard about how incredulous she had been when her friend told her stories of the great sex she was having and how size DID make a difference. She also knew that her friend would have told her that they were swingers and that her husband would love to have the chance to sleep with her. She felt a wave of love towards her husband for his willingness to do this. Never in wildest dreams did she imagine he would even consider this. 

She looked back to her husband and asked him if he was OK with all this. He replied by giving her a kiss and telling her to enjoy herself. As she watched her husband walk away, she turned her attention back to her new lover. He had stopped while all of the conversations had occurred, but she could tell he wanted to resume. With a nod of her head, and a tentative smile, she relaxed her muscles and decided to go with the flow. She looked down and saw that there was still a fair amount of him still outside her. She looked back up and told him to take it slow. He replied that he most certainly would. 

He slowly slid out and then thrust back into her. After a few gentle strokes, she felt herself responding and the friction began to slowly evolve into pleasure. He also sensed the change and began to increase the depth of his thrusts. He continued to stretch her with his size. She looked down again and still saw there was more to come. She wondered aloud if she would be able to accept all of him. He responded that it would fit just fine. Finally, she felt his pelvis touch her on a thrust. She was filled beyond any previous time. It was not only his length but also the girth. Each stroke rubbed her clit and g-spot. Her passion grew and she felt herself returning his thrusts. Although she had never imaging having an orgasm from intercourse, she realized that she was heading towards her first. She reached up and cupped her breasts and gently rubbed her nipples between her fingers. She looked up at him and saw him watching her intently. 

He smiled as he continued thrusting and she could only moan in response. Each thrust pushed her closer to release. Her nipples hardened under her caresses and with a final moan, she felt her orgasm begin. With each stroke, she felt a new wave of pleasure course through her body. As the waves of pleasure began to recede, she felt him pull her legs up onto his shoulders. This caused him to thrust more deeply into her. Her sensitive clitoris was now rebelling against the continued contact. Her orgasm had further lubricated her channel and she felt him speed up her thrusts. She marveled at his control. She looked up at this face and saw that he was still looking at her. He mouthed to her how great it felt as he continued to thrust into her.

Slowly, the irritation of her clit lessened as his continued thrusts began to once again drive her passion. She doubted whether she had the energy to climax again but realized that her lover still had not peaked himself. She reached up and began to caress his tiny nipples, working to arouse him. His nipples began to harden under her caresses and she watched his eyes close. She felt his penis harden and grow within her. As her hips once again began to thrust up to receive his penis, she realized that she was heading towards another climax. This one came unbidden and surprised her. As her orgasm began, she felt her muscles begin to milk his penis and cause him to swell further. With a final thrust, he began to come deep inside her. Even in the middle of her orgasm, she could clearly feel his penis ejaculating inside her. He collapsed onto her as they began to recover. He withdrew from her and moved off her. 

She heard her husband move towards the bed. He told her how arousing it had been to watch her make love with another man. She could see the obvious sign of his arousal by the tent in his pants. She could only respond by nodding her head. She was so relaxed and satisfied that she couldn’t even move. Her husband bent over and gave her a gentle kiss and told her he would be back in a few minutes. As her husband and new lover left, they covered her with the sheet. As she continued to feel the continued throb of satisfaction women feel after good sex, she had to conclude that her husband had indeed managed to deliver more than she could ask. She decided she would give him a special thank you when he returned.

To Be Continued...

Her Birthday



I sit alone in my room on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The temperature outside is 95, and the room is beginning to feel like an oven. I sit on the bed with a book, shirtless and wearing tattered jeans. A small fan does little to relieve the heat. As I am about to nod off, I hear footsteps on the stairs. She's here, I think, and I quickly open the window and look outside. But she's not there - simply the mailman. Disappointed, I lie back on the bed and drift into slept. After a short time, not sure how much, I'm awakened by a startlingly loud knock on the door. I sit up, quickly straighten my hair, and dash to answer the door.

The figure before my eyes is unfamiliar, but I feel like I know her. She smiles and says hello. I take her bag.

"The rest are in the car," she says.

I tell her that I'll get them later. She's wearing a jacket - too heavy for this heat. Her face is flushed, glistening with sweat.

"You have to live on the third floor?" she asks.

A long strand of her brown hair sticks to her forehead. She takes off her jacket and throws it onto the arm of the couch. Underneath she wears only a grey tank-top, no bra. She complains about the heat. I fetch her a glass of ice water.

As she drinks down the water, the normal color returns to her face. She smiles. I smile back. I step closer and push back the strand of hair from her face. She eyes my hand as I do so, and licks her lips gently. She reaches out and wipes a bead of sweat from my face. I kiss her hand. She puts down the water. While running my hands through her hair, I take her and kiss her deeply. Her eyes close and she moans softly. With my left hand, I move her tank-top up slightly and touch the bare skin on her side, which is hot and sweaty to the touch. Her arms wrap around me. A fingernail scratches my back.

"I want you," I tell her.

She doesn't respond. I push my hand underneath her tank-top and slide it across her stomach, feeling the curves of her body. Her hand mirrors mine, running across my abs and chest. I push against her.

My hands move to her pants, and I unbutton them before she even notices. As I slide the zipper down, she mutters something. Not a protest, definitely, probably a request. Reaching around to her back, my hand slides underneath the elastic of her underwear, and then slowly traces its way around to the front, finally gently sliding completely underneath her panties. She shutters as her back arches and her legs spread slightly. First I feel her soft mat of hair, and then reach her vagina. As I attempt to enter her, she kisses me hard, pressing her teeth against my lips. But she's not wet enough yet. Looking deep into her eyes, I grab her tank-top and pull it briskly over her head. She stands before me, smirking because she knows that I love the look of her naked breasts. Leaning forward, I lick at the sweat that drips down between them, as she rolls her head from the left to the right, smiling the whole time. Smiling back, I take the first two fingers on my right hand into my mouth, wetting them thoroughly, and then slide them back into her underwear.

As I slip my fingers inside of her, she giggles slightly, grabbing my arm to keep her balance. I find her clitoris and gently begin rubbing it back and forth. She mutters my name among other words. I ask her if I should continue. She can do nothing but agreed. I move my fingers quickly and deftly. Her breathing becomes shallow and rapid. She throws her arms around my neck, struggling to hold on. I can feel her getting wetter and wetter on the inside, until finally, she tenses suddenly, letting loose a small cry. For a minute afterward, she simply holds onto me tightly, kissing me lightly on the neck.

Taking her into my arms, I carry her back into the bedroom. I ask if she'd prefer to lie down. She agrees in that way that means that she doesn't really care about where we are, just as long as I'm interested in pleasing her. And I am. Very much so. As I lay her on the soft sheets, she claws at her pants, trying with great difficultly to get them off of her body. Even with my help, she only gets them to her ankles before giving up and pulling me down on top of her as we kiss. Desperately, I rub my body against hers, feeling frustrated by the fact that we're still clothed. Slowly, she rolls me over to get on top, while the whole time, our bodies rub against each other and our lips are locked. She pauses briefly to finally remove her pants from around her ankles, and then leans down and begins to circle my belly-button with her tongue. Her cool breath against the wetness on my stomach makes me laugh, and she then runs her tongue up the length of my torso and then up my neck. As she gently bites my ear, she opens my pants, and begins to slide them off. My hands are temporarily distracted from her beautiful legs, and aid in removing my pants fully. My underwear are similarly removed.

My naked cock stands rigid and ready to enter her. But instead, she teases me by rubbing herself against it. The presence of her panties becomes an almost unbearable frustration. Once again, her tongue traces my body, this time beginning at my mouth and moving downward till she's kissing the soft skin around my hips. Frustrated, I beg her loudly. She just smiles. She knows that holding back now will make things even better later. Slowly, her fingers begin to coil around my penis, and though she is careful not to be rough, she starts to pull it gently back and forth. Inside myself, I feel a tingle - my body seems to appreciate her skill. Even as she pulls back and forth, she inserts the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling it with her tongue. I can feel it swell even greater as she takes it all the way into her mouth, right down to the base. I can feel the back of her throat with my tip, and she manages to continue to swirl with her tongue. Just as I begin to feel something erupting inside of me, though, she stops with a devilish grin.

"I'm not going to come by myself," she informs me.

She stands before me and wriggles out of her underwear, blithely kicking them across the room. For the first time, I see her entire naked body, and I nearly come at the sight. Carefully, she mounts me, positioning herself for 69. She goes down on me, and I do likewise to her, taking her clit into my mouth and sucking it hard. Her vagina is wet and fluid tastes like none other. I can barely concentrate as she sucks my cock, but I manage to keep to my task. My tongue moves in and one, filling her. Several times, I feel her tense slightly, and each time, she seems to work even more vigorously on me. I can't hold it much longer, but I somehow do, continuing to stimulate her until her entire body rocks with the pleasure of orgasm. Momentarily, she rolls off of me and across the bed, a smile plastered to her face. But before I know it, she returns to her task, and relaxed now, I come into her mouth. A wave of pleasure grips me, as my toes curl and muscles tense. She swallows first and then smiles at me and kisses my mouth, the salty taste of semen still present. With both of us satisfied for now, we slowly fade off into sleep.

I awaken after a brief nap. The sheets feel cool against my body. Looking up, I notice the wind blowing the curtains, which are open slightly, allowing any passer-by on the walkway a full view of our naked bodies. Part of me feels that I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. Looking down at my body, I realize that I have nothing to be embarrassed about. My body is toned and sexy, and I know that it drives men crazy. Looking to my left, I notice him still sleeping on his back. His chest moves up and down as he breathes. His body looks good at rest - he's pretty well-cut for a guy his size. To my surprise, I realize that he is almost fully erect. I suppose he's dreaming about me. For a few minutes, I run my fingers lightly over the lines on his chest and stomach, all the while blowing softly and watching the hairs stand-up. I keep expecting him to wake, but he doesn't. Frustrated, I take a hold of his penis, gently rubbing its soft skin. My fingers now trace the head all around, and I lick the tip lightly a first, and take it into my mouth. I swirl it with my tongue, learning its ontours. Then I kiss it up and down the shaft, feeling the skin against my lips.

"How long were you planning on doing that before you woke me," he asks.

Surprised, I look up and see that's he's awake - he probably has been this whole time. Part of me is embarrassed, but I realize that he was enjoying it, and so I see no reason not to continue. I go back down on him, this time taking his cock as far down my throat as I can. It's bigger than it looks, but I surprise even myself. I think he mutters something, but I can't make it out. Looking at him, he's unable to make eye-contact. So I go down again and again - not gently this time, but vigorously. Each time, I can feel the blood coursing through his penis with my lips. It's an interesting sensation, and I can tell when he's ready to come. This time, I see no reason to make him wait for his orgasm, and so I continue even as his semen fills my mouth. Finally, I pull back and swallow deeply. His eyes are rolled back in his head, and so he doesn't notice as I move towards him. His desire might have just been fulfilled, but mine hasn't been.

Like a cat, I crawl up his chest, letting my tongue run the length of his torso. At his neck, I stop and begin to kiss deeply, sucking harder and harder till he groans slightly. A red mark in the shape of my mouth is firmly affixed to his body. Pushing against his shoulders, I sit up on his stomach, his eyes staring up at me in wonder. I feel a shiver as his hands begin to find their way up my legs and then passed my hips. He stops for a moment at my belly-button, allowing just the lightest touch against its delicate skin. But his eyes never lie as to what's really on his mind. His hands soon cover my breasts, making them feel incredibly warm. With his left hand, he begins to play with my nipple, rubbing it back and forth. A slightly numb feeling slips across my chest. I lean in towards him, letting my breasts hang towards his face, and he begins to kiss them, one at a time, before taking my right nipple in his mouth. His teeth and tongue rub against it - at first it seems too rough, but I soon become accustomed to the feeling. His stubble lightly scratches my entire naked breast. I realize suddenly that I'm not even holding myself up anymore - he is. My entire upper body seems to glow with heat. I can't remember ever coming from this before, but I feel like I will.

Swiftly, we roll over, and I realize that all of his weight is pressing down on me. He's kissing my face, and I can feel all of the muscles in his chest and arms holding me. My breathing is becoming deeper, and it seems hard to get enough air with him on top of me. Then, as quickly as he rolled on top, he's not there anymore. I look to the right, then the left and realize that he's sitting at the side of the bed, inserting a condom over his fully erect penis. Silently, I interrupt. I take the condom from his hand, place it on his tip, and then using only my mouth, I roll down the entire length of the shaft, smiling inside the whole time as I realize that it will be inside of me soon.

As he still sits on the side of the bed, I push him down and mount him. I want to do things my way for a while. As I sit down, I can intimately feel as his hard cock pushes inside of me. I close my eyes, and can visualize every inch of it as it rubs my clit. The warm feeling in my chest now spreads across my entire lower body, as I move up and down. Cool air blows through the window across my naked body, and I can't help but smile. This certainly is a happy birthday. As I ride him, I realize that his thrusting has reached a perfect rhythm with my movements. The warm feeling grows, and I find myself involuntarily muttering closer, closer. As I begin to be overwhelm by the sensations, we speed the rhythm faster and faster still. Like a dam breaking, I get a rush like never before, but I don't stop. I feel so aware of every inch of my body right now. Each time he penetrates me, I seem to have more energy than before. I don't stop. The sweat pours down my body and pools on his chest, but I still don't stop. The rush overwhelms my body yet again, as every muscle seems to tense at once, and then relax perfectly. Unable to continue, I fall to the side.

I've never come like this before, and yet I know that its not over. I manage to stand on all fours, and as soon as I do, I feel his strong hands again, cupping my breasts. He enters me from behind, and this time he sets the rhythm. After two consecutive orgasms, I can barely hold myself up, and I'm surprised by his stamina. Each time his penis enters me, I feel a wave rush over my body, and a part of me thinks that I can't stand such pleasure for so long. Gradually, it starts to escape my lips in the form of tiny cries of pure pleasure. I can't see him, but I know that this pleases him quite a bit. Each cry is a testament to his skill. Suddenly, though, he slows considerably, until he has stopped. I look back at him and ask if he's come (I didn't feel it). He shakes his head no. Without warning, he reaches all the way inside my vagina with two fingers on his right hand. He then begins to rub my anus, massaging until he's inside of me. I'm so relaxed that it doesn't take but a minute. That done, I begin to feel his hard cock slide inside of my ass. At first, its almost a burning sensation, as I'm not sure that its possible. It feels ten times bigger there than it did in my vagina or mouth. Sweat drips down my nose and unto the sheets.

"I'm in," he says. 

"All the way?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe it. It feels so good," I moan.

He begins to slide gently in and out, as the burning sensation disappears.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not anymore."

This is something completely new for me, but he seems to know what he's doing. I feel revitalized, and I begin to thrust my pelvis backwards, aiding him. Our rhythm is slower than before, but steady, and his thrusting feels so strong. Without him noticing, I reach back and start to finger myself. My cries grow louder, and I realize soon that I'm going to come again. Once again, the wave crashes through my body, shooting up my spine and reaching every inch. 

He pulls out and I roll over again, facing him from my back. The smile on my face must be evident, for he returns it wholeheartedly. He takes my legs and raises them above his head, letting my knees rest on his shoulders, and he enters me again. I whisper to him that its his turn, and he nods. I thrust harder and harder, determined to make him come as hard I did. After a few minutes, he does - his eyes rolling back and a moan escaping his lips. His sweat covered face leans down and kisses me gently. Thoroughly satisfied, we drift off into sleep together.



Her Birthday



Today was her birthday, and he had arranged a surprise. They would spend the night together, which was a surprise in itself. With their commitments at home, getting together was often a tricky proposition, and she hadn't even held out hope that they could link up on her birthday. But her husband seemed blasé about the special day. And why not? It wasn't his birthday, and he had been around for several of hers anyway. Yawn, yawn. She sensed his nonchalance and seized the opportunity.

She would be celebrating with her aunt, she told him. Her aunt. Her best friend. Her confidante. Her cover story. Meanwhile, he had concocted an overnight business trip, and nobody suspected a thing.

He booked a hotel room. It would be their first birthday together, one of those romantic milestones that seem to mean something when it arrives, but grows less important when the relationship endures. Still, she was excited. It's where she wanted to be.

They had become close in a short time. She was unlike any woman he had ever met, and had sensed that from the start. First, she was this slightly shy girlie-girl in a tomboy body. "Kind of submissive" was how she had described herself. She wasn't full of herself, and he was amazed by that. She was beautiful, but didn't really think so. She was sexy, but laughed at the idea of it. He loved her breasts. She said they were maybe too small. He liked her butt. 

She made him laugh. She made him feel needed and wanted, and he loved that. She made him feel like a terrific lover, and he really loved that. She just didn't know what he knew: It was easy to be a great lover for her. She was loving and sensitive, soft and responsive, and promised to become even more so as she relaxed with him.

They met at the hotel and quickly checked in. Once the hotel room's door closed, he grabbed her and kissed her. God, he loved to kiss her. She had full, soft lips that he could make love to all night. He pulled her tongue into his mouth. He could do this all night. Softly, he sucked on her bottom lip, then traced her mouth with his tongue as he cradled her face in his hands. He peeked at her as they kissed and, with her eyes closed, admired her beauty. A simple beauty. Girl-next-door beauty. How-did-I-get-so-lucky beauty.

"Here," he whispered in her ear. "I want you to open one of your presents."

He handed her a box. Victoria Secret. She smiled. But in this box was something different, something she would never buy for herself -- a silk pajama oufit with a spaghetti string top and cute little shorts that would show off her cute butt. She giggled at the thought of putting her butt in the PJs.

"Come on, you want me to wear these?" she said.

"Oh, yeah," he replied. "Definitely."

She slipped into the bathroom, then slipped into the outfit. She looked great in the satiny blue. It matched her eyes.

The butt looked great in the outfit, just as he knew it would, but when he had bought it, he realized it would accent another feature: Her perky breasts. The nipples, always erect, poked from beneath the top. He loved the way it draped on them. He posed her in front of the mirror and, from behind, gently caressed her breasts from outside the top as he kissed her neck. She moaned quietly. He slid his hands underneath the top and gently touched her nipples.

Within seconds, she was wet. He slipped his hand inside her shorts to see. He loved how her wetness felt on his fingers. When they weren't together, he daydreamed about it. Actually, he daydreamed about almost everything about her: How she smelled, how she tasted, how warm and wet she felt when he first slid inside her and could feel every inch of her on his cock. All of it he had memorized, along with the small scar on her left breast, how delicious she looked in jeans, her smile, her moans, the way she brought a pillow to her mouth when she was about to cum, the way her glasses sat on her nose.

He teased her clit with his finger. It had taken a few times together, but he finally had found out how she liked to be touched there -- gently and slowly, as if you were trying to get the finger as close to her clit as you could without touching it. He loved doing the same thing with his tongue, but sometimes it was difficult keeping it on her clit as she writhed on the bed. She was so wet his finger glided effortlessly over her clit.

With his hand in her shorts from behind her, she was about to cum while standing up. Her knees were buckling. Her breathing getting shorter. She was there, right on the edge.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he whispered.

"Yes," she said in a sigh. "Yessssssss."

He knew she was close. Oh, so close. It made him hard.

"Ohhhhhh," she said. She came, harder and longer than usual. Then she turned around, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

There was a knock on the hotel door.

"Who could that be?" she asked.

"Your birthday present," he said.

She looked at him with a "Huh?" look, her nose crinkled, one eyebrow raised. "What do you mean, my birthday present?"

"Answer the door," he said.

"In this?" she said.

"Yes," he said. "It's okay. Trust me."

On the other side of the door was Holly, a dancer at a local go-go bar. On a date, they had gone together, more for her curiosity than anything else. But he had used the occasion to scout the dancers and let the dancers scout her. When she had gone to the ladies' room, Holly had come by their table.

"What do you think of her," he asked.

"She's gorgeous," Holly said.

"I'm looking for something special to give her for her birthday next week," he had said. She knew immediately what he meant. She wrote her phone number on a napkin. "Call me," she said. "I'd love to be her gift."

She was a striking brunette with long legs and large breasts. But there was a softness about her personality. She would be gentle. She would be loving. He sensed it. And for the rest of the night, she came by their table every so often, flirting with her, touching her, trying to break down any walls so that when they met the next time, there would be surrender.

"Come on in, Holly," he said. "You remember Sherry?"

"Of course," she said. "How are you?"

Sherry was speechless. She looked at him. This was a fantasy, and she had confided it to him, but now she wasn't sure she wanted it to come true, because, well, she wasn't sure she could go through with it.

He sat on a chair in the sitting area of the suite. The women sat on the couch. They all talked. Small talk. What birthday it was for her. Gifts she had received. Some of the other girls that worked at the bar with her that night and why Holly had been chosen. All the while, Holly was touching her. Innocent touching. A finger tracing a line up her arm to her shoulder, where she played with her hair. A hand on her leg.

Holly caught her off-guard.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked. She leaned forward and did it without waiting for the reply. Sherry wasn't sure what to do. Only when the kiss was ending did she kiss back.

"That was nice," Holly said. "Can I do that again?"

This time, Sherry was ready. She was intoxicated by Holly. The lips. Her perfume. Her voice. Holly was wearing a tight knit shirt that showed off her breasts ... natural, full and large. While they kissed, Holly took Sherry's hand and placed it on a breast. They sighed together.

"Show me yours," Holly said.

"I don't have much," she answered.

"Let me see."

She pulled off the top, revealing the B cups. The nipples, of course, were erect. 

"They're beautiful," Holly said. "Now, take my shirt off."

She looked at him as if to ask for permission. 

"Do it, baby," he said. "This is for you. Live your fantasy."

She flashed back to the times she had been to strip bars. She and her aunt had called it a lark and laughed at it, but she knew deep down inside why she went: She loved to look at the women. She was captivated by the ones with large breasts. She wondered what it would be like to have them, to touch them, to kiss them. Now she would find out.

She peeled off Holly's shirt and unhooked her bra. Her breasts dropped a little, but they hung beautifully. Full. Her nipples, too, were erect.

"I love my nipples sucked on," Holly said. "Sometimes I can cum that way."

She pulled Sherry toward her and guided a nipple into her mouth. Then she moaned. So this is what it feels like to make love to a woman, Sherry thought. Then she realized something else: She liked it. A lot.

Holly took Sherry's hand and guided it under her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. She was wet. Sherry touched Holly's clit the way she liked hers touched. Gently. In less than a minute, Holly came.

"That was nice," she said. "Now it's your turn. Come to the bed."

Holly laid her down and removed the shorts. She slid between her legs and began to lick her, making slow circles around her clit ... the clit that had been throbbing since their first kiss. While sucking gently on it, Holly reached up and played with her nipples.

Sherry's head was swimming. Would she cum? Could she cum? She had never cum with a woman before. Had never been touched by one. Holly sensed that.

"Kevin?" she said. "Come over here."

He had been watching from across the room. He was excited, but only because his lover was. This wasn't for him. It was for her.

"I need help," Holly said. "Can you help me lick her?"

Together their tongues took turns with her clit, darting in and out randomly. She sat up slightly to watch what was happening. She loved watching. She loved watching when he licked her. She loved watching when he fucked her. She loved watching his tongue or his cock entering her. It made her hotter. And now she was watching both of them. 

Quickly, she came.

As she caught her breath, Holly started unbuttoning his pants.

"Now, make love to her," she said. "I want to watch."

He was hard. Had been from the start. He climbed on top of her and slowly entered her. She gasped and moaned. He fucked her, slow and deep, feeling her on the head of his cock each time he entered, and feeling her on his shaft as he pulled out.

"Faster," Holly said. "And deeper."

Sherry liked the idea that someone else was in control. She liked -- athough it would be difficult to admit -- that someone was watching. She loved how he felt inside her. He filled her.

He started pumping deeper and faster. She wrapped her legs around him. Then, of course, she sat up slightly to watch. That's when she noticed Holly, sitting on the bed, her legs open, playing with her clit as she watched them fuck. Her finger was moving faster and faster.

"Deeper," she moaned. "I want to see her take all of you."

He obeyed.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "That is soooooo good."

Holly moaned like she came again.

Then she crawled toward them, and as he was fucking her, she reached over and started playing with Sherry's clit. Then, she grabbed his cock, rock hard, and began to rub it on Sherry's clit.

"You want to cum?" she asked Sherry.

She nodded.

"Good. I want you two to come together. Tell me when."

And as he fucked her slow and deep, she ran her finger softly on Sherry's clit. She was close. Very close.

"Now," Sherry whispered. "Now."

With her other hand, Holly reached up and started stroking his balls. It sent him over the edge. They climaxed together.

A few minutes later, all three were lying together in a tangle on the bed. Sherry was caressing Holly's breasts.

"He's right," Holly said. "You are very sexy. Thanks for including me in your birthday party."

She rolled off the bed and started to dress.

"The rest of the night belongs to you two," she said. "Have fun with each other."

She kissed Sherry softly and headed for the door. Sherry started to say something, then stopped.

"What is it?" Holly asked.

"Never mind," she said.

"No, tell me," Holly said.

"Well, I was just wondering if we would ever do this again."

Holly smiled.

"Sure," she said. "Next week is my birthday."



Her Birthday



Today was her birthday. They'd had a party with friends yesterday. Today it would just be him. And it wouldn't be an ordinary day. She felt a lot of anticipation and a little nervousness. She wasn't going to be nice. And she was a nice person. But sometimes it was exciting to do something different; to let go a little bit of the rules of good behavior. She wasn't going to be a terrible person; after all he'd happily agreed to everything. But she wasn't going to be so nice; this wasn't the same as ordinary domming, when she did it for his sake perhaps even more than hers.

She opened the door and heard him come running to the sound. He slowed to a brisk walk as he entered the hall, eyes down. "Welcome home, miss," he said. (It was perhaps the best of a bad set of potential titles.) He took her coat and hung it up.

"Knees," she said. Immediately he knelt in front of her. She gave him a little slap. "You were too slow."

"Yes, miss."

"Living room. I want a foot massage." She caught a trace of a grin. He had a pretty serious foot fetish, so this would be one of his favorite parts.

She entered and sat on the sofa, putting her feet up on the coffee table. He took off her shoes, but she interrupted him before he could begin the massage.

"I want a drink first. The usual."

"Right away, miss." He hurried out and almost immediately hurried back with a full glass. He'd had it mixed and waiting in the fridge. She smiled at his thoughtfulness as he handed it to her. She would have to catch him out so she could reward him. She realized he was still smiling back at her and hadn't gotten back to her feet; here was her chance already. She gave him the best frown she could.

"Well?" she said, pointing at her feet.

"Of course, miss." He stepped around the table.

"No, come here and bend over first." She spanked him a few times. He loved it. And she did too.

"OK, now." He knelt on the other side of the coffee table and started massaging her feet. He was really good at that; he didn't let the fetish get in the way of a skilled massage. His thumbs dug into her arches with careful pressure, working away the tension. It felt wonderfully relaxing to her. It was also kind of hot, knowing his erection would be bulging his pants by now, but he still focused completely on a clinical kind of massage. She took one foot away and gave him the other. Foot massage was nice enough, but there were much more interesting things she wanted to do.

"Stand up," she said. He did; there was the expected bulge. "You want me bad, don't you, dirty boy?"

"Yes, miss."

"Any little attention I want to give you."

"Yes, miss." She was so remarkable to him, so beautiful; he wished she could know how he saw her.

"Show me."

He knelt again to kiss her feet. She pushed his face away with one of them. "No. Unzip and show me your penis."

He did. She always loved how hard he got with her, how fast, whether she was domming or subbing or neither. It was a compliment that couldn't be faked. She gestured at him to turn left, then right.

"Stroke it."

He did, throwing back his head in a show of sensual abandon. She watched for a few strokes, then said "Good boy. Step closer."

When he did she grabbed the head of his cock with her toes and gave it a few squeezes to watch his face. He gasped and closed his eyes, his face relaxing, his mouth opening to moan. He was so reserved in public; the abandonment he gave her alone was one of her favorite things about him.

"Come to the bedroom, bad boy."

"Yes, miss."

She lay on the bed on her side, propped up on an elbow. "Strip."

"Yes, miss."

She raised one knee and stroked herself lightly through her clothes as she watched him. After he was naked, she started ordering poses. "Hold the head with your thumb and forefinger, but don't stroke." "Turn around, let me see your ass." "Flex." He ignored his fears about his body and threw himself into his posing, sending her smoldering looks.

"Now show me how you feel about my feet."

He instantly dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, licking her soles and sucking her toes. She stroked herself some more.

"Stop! You know you're a bad dirty boy."

"Yes, miss."

"Bend over the bed for your punishment then."

He liked the spanking, yes, but when she did it for him she held back a bit. In fact, she held back for her too. Neither of them were all that into pain as a rule. Whoever was the spanker, the spanking was usually pretty symbolic.

This time it was different. It was still a symbol, but a different one. It was his symbol of how far he'd go for her. It was her symbol of how much more careful and caring she normally was than he required; how much better she was than just good enough for him.

She started out with light smacks as they usually did; then started drawing her arm back farther, whipping from the elbow. He moaned for her and wiggled his ass as his cheeks reddened. She was getting ridiculously hot despite the fact that it wasn't usually her thing.

He was too. It was his chance to show what she meant to him by what he could take. So he loved every bit of pain she gave him. She was being generous to him, giving him the chance to give himself to her. She reached around him and took his cock lightly in her hand, and smacked him hard, gifting him with stinging pain. His cock pulsed in her hand each time she hurt him. She drew away, striking from the shoulder now.

"You LIKE it, don't you, dirty boy?"

"Yes-" SMACK. He hissed a gasp of air. "-please, Miss." SMACK. "PLEASE." He begged for it as she continued. He was utterly hers. She could do whatever she wanted with him, things she normally couldn't conceive of wanting to do, and he'd forgive her and still love her. Her absolute freedom with him terrified her a little but it inflamed her so much more.

She stripped quickly and got out a strapless double-ended dildo. This was the thing she'd had most on her mind; this was all about her. Perhaps she'd gotten the idea from gay porn, but it was something she really liked and he wasn't so much into. He knelt in front of her, looking up at her meltingly, as she inserted the bulbous end of the dildo into her now-soaking pussy. He flicked the head with his tongue, then rubbed the head with his closed lips as she watched. He knew a lot of it was about the show; after all it was a lot about the show for him when she was giving the blowjob. He ran his tongue underneath the shaft, running down to the base, his cock surging when he got a taste of her juice. He took the dildo gently in his lips from the side, looking up at her with his most vulnerable expression. Then he flicked at the base hard with his tongue to rub it against her clit. She gasped but it started to slip out; he cupped a hand to keep it in, and ran his lips along the shaft to kiss the head. He took it in his mouth, meeting her eyes as he flicked the head as hard as he could with his tongue to shake the base inside her. She took his head in her hands and thrust further into his mouth; he went with it, taking her deep. He choked a bit but kept trying to swallow it down for her; there was something about that, watching it got to her. Normally she would have stopped him, but tonight she was being bad and let him go, thrusting a little, and it felt good. She realized she was on the edge. Taking his head in her hands, she shook gently to give him the idea; he clamped down on the dildo with his mouth and shook it hard, rubbing the crook of it against her clit, wiggling it inside her. She came, gasping, her legs giving out a little, and caught herself by his shoulders.

She withdrew and removed the dildo. "Lay on your back on the bed."

He did and she mounted him, enveloping the cock that had been so desperately rising to her, wanting her touch all evening. He gasped with the sudden unbelievable pleasure of her hot wet pussy on the member that had been pulsing against the cold indifferent air.

"I'm not giving you permission to come," she said, and twisted his nipples. He arched his back and groaned. "If you come inside me, you'll be a bad boy. You'll have to make up for it. Understand?"

"Yes, miss."

"Good." She started slowly rocking her hips, her pussy working his cock. His face showed how good it felt. She pulled his head to a nipple that he could just reach if he twisted, and he licked eagerly. She moaned and rocked her hips a little faster. He gently sucked on her breast, flicking the nipple inside his mouth with his tongue. "Oh, you're a very good boy."

She rocked her hips side to side. A muffled exclamation came from around her breast. She pushed him down and brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them hard, showing him what to do. He kneaded just like she wanted as she fucked him. "Mmm."

His breathing and moaning was coming fast now. She knew he would climax soon. She stopped. "Remember you're not allowed to come," she said, "Right?"

"I can't... can't hold it."

"Well you're NOT ALLOWED." And then she rocked her hips again, rapidly speeding up, as fast and hard as she could, squeezing his desperately hard cock. His face contorted as he tried to hold it, but she yanked his come out of him with her pussy, forcing his orgasm despite himself. He shuddered violently under her, gasping, her riding him hard. She rode him out, grinning, as his spasms subsided. "What did I say?"

"Mmmmm... I'm sorry, miss." he said with an answering grin.

"You'll have to lick it clean then." She moved off his cock and poised her hips over his eager face. With her already so warmed up, he licked pretty hard and fast from the beginning, pausing only to swallow the mixture of his and her juice. She grabbed his head and rubbed it against her pussy from below, coating his whole face, then moved his mouth back in place so he could do his favorite thing and hers. He loved her pussy, and kissing it and licking it and burying his face in it was sheer privilege to him. She held his head in position as he enthusiastically licked and sucked her clit, working her toward another orgasm. But it became hard to hold him that way.

"Out of the bed," she ordered. He scrambled out and she lay on her back sideways with her hips near the edge of the bed and her feet on the edge. He immediately saw what she wanted and dove back in, swirling his tongue around her clit, then sucking hard. She put her hands lightly on his head to indicate control but really she was letting him do what he was good at anyway. She moaned as his tongue played and he hummed an "mmm" into her, telling her how he loved it too. He pressed his tongue against her clit and shook his head from side to side, then licked hard and straight, curling the tip of his tongue to just enter her pussy at the beginning of each stroke. Her moans turned to little cries, coming faster and faster. She ground his head into her and he licked frantically, as if his life depended on these last few moments of worship of her sweet clit. She came, shuddering and screaming in her turn, clenching his face into her crotch, her juices flowing into his eager mouth. He licked, slowing, gentling, as her orgasm passed; gradually changing to soft, admiring kisses.

She drew him up, moving to a sleeping position with him, their arms wrapped around each other. She covered his face with kisses, with him returning them whenever she got close enough to his mouth. "That was the best birthday ever!"

He laughed. "You always say that."

"It always is!" A pause. "Your poor ass!" She turned him and kissed his red cheeks, then snuggled back.

"I loved it. You know I did."

"It's always hard to accept that you do all that for me."

"You know a lot of it is for me. And what about my birthdays?"

"I guess it's just hard when it's me."

"I know what you mean, but I love it. Even when it's just for you. Especially when it's just for you."

"I'm looking forward to your birthday. Maybe you could give me a little preview tomorrow, or the next day? Please, sir?"

His tired but eager grin just about split his head. "Sure!"

They fell asleep, secure in each other's arms.



Her Birthday



It was her birthday. He asked what does she want. She said that she wants his cock. 

He followed her to bed that night and lay down beside her. 

"Is my present ready?" She asked innocently with a giggle, slipping a hand down to his crotch.

"Yes, ready for a long while now," he answered back, growling softly, then kissing her.

The need for air broke them apart. He was already desperate, having thinking about her all day, and was pushing against her leg. 

She giggled another time and said breathlessly, "I bet you want my mouth on you now. You want my tongue on your tip, do you?" They kissed again, and she sucked on his tongue, earning a deep guttural groan from his throat. 

"Gods, please," he whimpered. 

"Please? What do you want me to do?" 

"Suck me please, let me fuck you," he replied, breath ragged. She wrapped her legs around him teasingly and kissed him deeply, tongues tousled with each other. He could barely take it anymore, one of his hand was gripping the light see through night dress and the other gripping her arse. She moaned as she felt his rock hard dick push against her.

"Fuck, that's so good," she whispered. 

"Please, baby, I'm so hard," he panted. 

"Take my bra off," she commanded gently. 

"Fuck..." She knew how much her breasts attracts her husband. He tried to look anywhere but her chest as he pried the clip open.

"Fuck, I can't do it, I might fuck you now," he moaned. 

"Look at it," she said, "C'mon, look at it, you know you want to." Her hands brought his face up, staring straight at her breasts. 

"Shit..." He mewled from the pain his balls emanated and from the pleasure of seeing the bare chest of his wife. She slid of the bra and told him to take off her panties now. 

"I can't, I'll lose control," he whines softly, but she trusts him that he will not lose control and positioned his hands to take off the only piece of clothing on her now. He concentrated at her stomach instead of her private region, hoping that she would not force him to stare. He knew how much he wanted, no, needed her now. He moved up and kissed her passionately, hips bucking desperately. She came rather quickly, for she was also very turned on and sensitive. 

"So good," she panted as she came down from her high. He had already slipped a hand inside his shorts in attempt to relieve himself of the pain. 

"Stop, stop, baby," she chided, pulling out his hand from his shorts. 

"Gods, no, please." His tone begging now, the sight of his love coming was just too much of a turn on for him. She nodded silently, telling him to lay down on his back. She lifted up his simple white T-shirt, then pulled down his shorts which he helped extremely eagerly. He was not wearing any underwear. His cock jutted out from his body, hard and leaking a lot. The head was already purple and his balls were dark and heavy. His despair was obvious to her now. She held him with one hand and then teasing his tip with just one finger with the other. 

"Fuck." He was close to screaming, and his hips pushed forward. She giggled softly. She thinly avoided the small slit that pleasures him so, making her husband groan in pure need. 

"Please," he begged. She smiled at him and then lowered her tongue to licked the viscous pre-cum that was leaking down the length of his organ. His head threw back. Her tongue encircled the head, but she was careful now to touch the slit. Her thumb found his pulsing vein and stimulated it more, trying to fill his already full erection more. His mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. The pain was practically unbearably, but she was having too much fun that he cannot find the heart to stop her. Tears were leaking out of his closed eyes. She kissed the inside of his thigh and licked his balls, earning moans from her lover. She knew how much he likes it when she pleasures his testicles. She slowly moved to the base of his cock, licking then a strip up. This time, though, she plunged her tongue straight into the slit. And her husband's back arched and a cry ripped through his throat. 

"YES!" He screamed in pleasure. Time made him more sensitive than ever. His hands moved to pushed her down; his hips pushed up. 

"Please," he cried out again. She gave in this time, moving her mouth down slowly and carefully so as not to choke. When she reached the base, she sucked hard. He groaned, bucking his hips even more than before, but then she slid back up again. She kissed a trail up to his mouth and kissed him softly. 

"You alright?" She asked. He nodded his answer, even though he was in pain, but he did not want to hurt her feelings by telling her that she is hurting him when she was having so much fun. She wiped away his tears, and then kissed him some more. Then, she lay down beside him and opened her legs, silently telling him to have intercourse with her. He complied, almost forgetting a condom in his despair. Regardless of the fact that he needed to come so badly, he still slowed down his movements so as not to hurt her. He was half inside when she told him to stop. 

"Gods, fuck," he sobbed into her neck, "Please, please, please." She gave in, wrapping her legs around him again. He thrust into her, carefully searching for her G-spot. A loud moan told him that he hit it. Then, he concentrated on hitting that spot. His wife screamed and came for the second time that night. A third one comes after more thrusts. 

"I'm about to come," her husband moaned. She was too distracted to answer, but he knew that she can have another orgasm. So therefore, he held himself back and thrust harder into her. 

"Baby, I'm..." She cried out her final orgasm, tightening around her lover, making him blow with a deep noise that sound like 'I love you'. They both came down from their high, breaths ragged. She relaxed her legs, and he slipped out to take off the used condom.

"Happy birthday, love," he whispered, hugging her close as she slowly drifted to sleep, "I love you."

"I love you too," she murmured in a half asleep state.



Her Birthday Dinner



They had planned to go out to dinner that evening to celebrate her birthday. She was very much looking forward to it. He had told her he had a special surprise for her, and her mind filled with the possibilities: Was he going to give her as a present that elegant gown she had seen in the fine clothing store? Perhaps he would surprise her with a necklace, pendant, or other fine piece of jewelry? Maybe, just maybe, he would tell her of the vacation plans he had made for her, as they had talked of going away to a number of exciting destinations?

She looked so beautiful that evening, coming from work dressed in a smart pantsuit with a silk blouse. Her rich hair, as always, was draped gracefully across her neck and shoulders. After they met outside her building, he reached for her and pulled her near, kissed her, and placed his lips almost in her right ear. He whispered, "Shall we go?" 

A warm smile crossed her face, as she looked into his eyes. She nodded up and down in a knowing way, and extended her hand to him. He took it in his, and they departed together.

In short time they had arrived at the restaurant, and they sat side by side in a corner booth with a flowing white tablecloth. The decor was magnificent, and so was the food. The evening and meal moved quickly along, though she was quite anxious to receive her gift. At last, her eyes brightened when he leaned toward her and, whispering, asked if she were ready for her gifts. 

"Gifts!" she thought. She smiled deeply and watched as he pulled from his coat a small bag and presented it to her. She opened it and looked in amazement to find a small vibrating toy. 

While she thought of the enjoyment of using the toy later that evening, he leaned over again, and whispered, "Please put the toy in now for your Master." 

"Now?" she thought. "Now? Now, in this restaurant?" she said in disbelief. 

He leaned over again, and whispered, "Your Master, is waiting. Take off your pants please. You don't want to disappoint your Master, do you? Don't worry; no one can see you. The tablecloth extends all the way to the floor." 

Uneasily, she began to unzip her pants and slide them down her slender, tanned legs to her ankles. After slipping off her shoes, the pants fell completely to the floor. She felt the cold of the leather seat against her bare legs, but she had little time to reflect on her situation.

Leaning over, he whispered, "Your panties, dear. Have you forgotten, silly? You must remove your panties, of course." 

She started to break out in goose bumps as her hands fell to her sides and she almost unthinkingly began removing the black lace, french-cut panties that had previously rested snugly on her hips. Soon, they were completely off, and the cold of the leather seat sent a shiver through her body that mixed with the erotic sensation of the leather against her bare, firm bottom. She felt as if she were riding a mare, naked, with the saddle pressing into her in ways she had never imagined. 

"We can't have your clothing get wrinkled," he said knowingly, as he bent down to pick up her shoes, panties, and pants. Gathering the clothing, he folded the items neatly and placed them on the opposite side of the booth from her. 

She was uncomfortable with the feeling that her clothing was now out of her reach--that she no longer had it in her control. But she didn't have long to reflect on her ever-increasing feeling of helplessness. His whisper pierced the silence, "The toy, dear. Please, put the toy in you." 

Her pussy, already moist, quivered along with her entire body. "He can't possibly mean that? Here? In a public restaurant?" she thought. She was so overcome that she had trouble thinking clearly and looked at her Master, waiting for him to relieve her fears. But he would only add to them. 

"Do I have to lift up the tablecloth or are you going to put the toy inside of you, dear?" he questioned. She sat almost frozen until he then picked up the toy, pulled her hands toward him, and placed the toy in them. 

The toy had a plastic base about 3 inches across and a penis-shaped protrusion about 6 inches high and 1-inch wide. Before she knew what was happening, he had helped her slide the toy into her ever-moistening pussy. She let out a faint moan after it was fully in. 

The toy had two straps to hold it in place, and he fastened them around her waist. A small wire ran from the toy to a control mechanism. After looking down in disbelief as to what was happening to her, she looked up to find her Master holding the control mechanism in his hands. With another knowing smile, he turned it on the lowest vibrating mode. 

A warm and tingly feeling began to radiate inside her to her belly, and down her inner thighs. Her thoughts began to cloud over until the silence was again broken with another whisper from her Master: "I have more gifts for you, dear." 

She looked bewildered as he removed another bag from his coat and handed it to her. Her eyes widened. She beheld two sets of cuffs--one set for her ankles, one set for her wrists. 

"Were you expecting something else?" he whispered, as she looked at him in astonishment. "Here, cuff your ankles with this set, dear." 

"Now?" she exclaimed, hushing her voice as best as she could. "Oh, please no, sir. Not here." "Later, sir. Later, please, sir. I will be so good to you." 

"Later, of course, dear, " he said. "We will do this again later, but it will be twice as enjoyable for me if you would be so good as to do it now. You don't want to disappoint your Master, do you?" he said a bit impatiently. 

She knew she had to comply with her Master's wishes. She slowly bent down and clasped one set of cuffs over her ankles. 

"Excellent," he whispered. "You know how to please your Master. Now, let me have the honor of cuffing your wrists together. Please hold them together for me under the table." 

With these words she almost reflexively drew her wrists together and extended them as she felt the soft lining of the cuffs again clasp in place over her limbs. The feeling of her helplessness began to overcome her. She was naked from the waist down, bound at her ankles and wrists, unable to reach her clothes, and unable to stop the toy that was relentlessly vibrating inside her. 

She looked up and quivered even more strongly as her Master's hand reached for the control and increased the rate of vibration. Her chest began to beat faster and her lips opened wider, as she began to softly moan. Her thoughts began to run away with her until the sight of a birthday cake approaching the table caught her eye. 

A shock ran through her body as her Master said, "I had informed the staff that it was your birthday and asked that a cake be brought to the table. You don't mind the attention, do you, dear?" he broadly smiled. 

The pounding of her heart had mixed with the unceasing vibration through her body to make it difficult for her to utter any words. She could barely speak as the cake was laid on the table and the staff gathered around to sing happy birthday. All the eyes in the restaurant were on her for what seemed like an eternity. Helpless and bound and naked, she endured each moment--each second. 

When everyone had finished singing, her Master exclaimed, "Blow out the candles dear." She looked at him in disbelief of her predicament and barely had enough of her senses left to comply, other than reflexively to blow out the birthday candles as she had done all her life on other birthdays. Everyone stared at her, everyone clapped. She didn't even realize that she had orgasmed. 

Covered in sweat, she slowly regained a little composure. Her Master cut a piece of cake for her and placed it to her lips. She took a small bite, and it relaxed her a bit until his voice again pierced the air. "You know, wouldn't this cake look better on a clean tablecloth?" he said matter-of-factly. 

Another shock ran over her body. After all she had just experienced, the fear of being exposed in such a position was almost overwhelming for her mind and body. She mustered up all the strength she could, fighting the unceasing vibration in her vagina, and begged him no. 

"No, Master," she cried. "I will do anything for you, but please, not here. I will suck your cock so lovingly all the way home in the car, but please, please don't let them remove the tablecloth." 

At this request, he took a strawberry and held it in front of her. "Show me here how you will suck my cock," he instructed. 

"Master, please no," she cried. 

"Alright," he said. "It looks like our waiter is back. Let me ask him for the new tablecloth." 

"Oh, please, Master. Please no. I will show you," she begged. 

With these words he extended the strawberry to her lips. "Show me how you will suck me," he demanded. 

In short time she had extended her tongue and run it around the tip of the strawberry, caressing it lovingly. Slowly, she leaned farther forward and took the plump strawberry in her red lips and slid it back and forth in her mouth. Their eyes met as he smiled. 

He could see that she was truly sucking the strawberry as if it were indeed his cock. He was very pleased and motioned for her to stop. She too smiled and looked lovingly at him. He then increased the vibration setting of the toy to its highest level. She wished it went higher and quivered in delight, but not for long. 

"I almost forgot," he said. "I have another gift for you; it's in the car. I will be right back." 

Before she could say anything, he had gotten up and was heading toward the door. Alone in her condition, a feeling of shock again started to overtake her body. 

She saw her Master say something to the waiter as he walked by him, and then watched in disbelief as her Master left the restaurant. He was gone. She then watched as the waiter disappeared, and calmed somewhat. But soon she spied the waiter appear with a fresh white tablecloth. Her heart pounded, as the vibration continued to shake relentlessly inside her, and her mind started to drift away as the waiter moved ever closer to her table. She almost fainted when he began to extend his arms to remove the cake, holding the fresh white tablecloth draped over his arm. 

She couldn't scream, she couldn't run. She had never felt so helpless as she had at that moment. She was about to lose consciousness when the sight of her Master stepping in front of the waiter roused her with a jolt. 

After dropping a large tip in the waiter's hands and saying a few words to him, the Master eased back into the booth. The waiter slowly moved away to another table, looking back and smiling. 

"You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?" her Master grinned. "I told you I had to retrieve another gift for you," and with these words removed a bright colored box he held in a bag. "Let's get you unbound and dressed," he whispered, and gently removed her cuffs and helped her slide her panties and pants back over her sweat-covered body.

Before she realized it, she was fully clothed, but something wasn't quite right: It was the toy. It was still inside of her. "But, sir, you forgot about the toy," she said. 

"Your Master doesn't forget," he said firmly. "We're both here to celebrate your birthday. Now, please, open the box, dear. Please, open your present. I have mine." 

Accepting the feeling that relentlessly stirred inside of her, she removed the ribbons wrapping the box, removed the top, and beheld inside a beautiful evening gown--a gown just like the one she had admired in the window of the fine clothing store during an earlier evening together. 

On top of the gown lay an envelope addressed to her. She opened it, and read the words as he spoke them to her: "Happy birthday. Every day will be a new adventure for you--everyday will be celebrated as if it were your birthday. Your and your mind will be taken to wonderful and magical places--places that you can only now imagine."

She knew in her heart that he was right. She had never experienced anything like she had that night. To be bound, naked, and helpless in a public place. And yet she felt a calm settle over her. Only her Master and she had known--no one else. It was their secret. And she yearned--oh, she so yearned--to be led each day through other such experiences under the safe and gentle control of her Master.



Her Birthday Gift



It was her birthday and even though it wasn't one of those important milestone type birthdays, being the cock and cum hungry slut that she was she decided to arrange a GangBang to celebrate.

Twelve guys arrived, entering the bedroom, as she lay there naked waiting wet and wanting. But of the twelve guys, there was one who stood out and for more than just his awesome cock. Unlike others on that day and in her past he didn't fuck her jack hammer style, but did her slowly sensually even sensitively yet assertively. The three hours past and she was well satiated, well... almost. 

Despite having twelve cocks taking turns at fucking her mouth and cunt as well as their hands fisting and stretching her cunt she was looking for a repeat with the young Latin boy who she found out later had just turned eighteen - such technique, such knowledge of what a woman wants and likes was admirable and she wanted more.

She emailed him and two weeks after her GangBang, the young Latin boy was standing at her door, dressed all in black, his black wild wavy hair tumbling down toward his shoulders, a silver cross hanging around his neck. They kissed briefly but innocently, as his emails had indicated that he wanted to 'pash' her the minute he walked in. After chatting about nothing in particular, 'cos it didn't seem right to just pounce on him the minute he walked in the door- tho she wanted to, an it's probable that he wanted to pounce on her too. They walked into her bedroom; he seemed impressed with her black four poster bondage bed. 'Impressed' wasn't the reaction she was looking for but before long he became obviously aroused and she was pleased. She sucked his already hard cock but it was the chance to fuck her again he was wanting and who was she to deny him.

He rubbed his cock head over her clit, teasing her exciting her. Then he slowly entered her and began to thrust deeply into her now very hot very wet cunt, as she wrapped her legs around him. His hot hungry mouth made it's way down to her pierced erect nipples to gently yet firmly suck on them. And the pace of his thrusts quickened. Before long she experienced the first of many amazing orgasms that were both body and mind shattering.

Then just when she believed the afternoon couldn't get much better, he kissed her. Gently softly sweetly sensually, as if he had known her forever, knew what she wanted knew what she liked. For a while they laid in each other's arms the body heat of one keeping the other warm. They talked a while before he suggested to 'go again' but before they did she slipped into the bathroom briefly. On returning she suggested he lay back and relax, afterall the afternoon wasn't meant to be all about her. 

He laid back and relaxed as she began to stroke his cock, licking and teasing the head as she made her way down to his balls. Sucking and licking them, but still stroking his now very hard cock. She continued sucking and licking both his cock and balls, working her way down to his arse. He bent his knees making for easier access and pulled apart his arse cheeks so as her tongue found its way to that hot sexy place. Prodding licking an sucking whilst continuing to stroke his hard throbbing cock 'til he reminded her that he wanted to fuck her doggy- style an since she was already on her knees, he quickly moved into position and begun to slam her.

No more slow gentle sensual thrusts, they were now replaced with hard and fast animal slams, her knees began to tremble up to her thighs then her cunt just exploded. THIS was the 'mother' of all orgasms. Her juices didn't just flow from her cunt - they gushed, flooding the sheets. If she hadn't known better it felt as if she had pissed herself. She collapsed on her mountain of pillows as he snuggled up beside her. Kissing her, sucking her nipples as they held hands.

She had had a wonderful afternoon taken by the young Latin boy from one sexual extreme to the other, both of which she found incredibly enjoyable. And despite the fact it was three hours of absolute enjoyment before long he was getting dressed and leaving. The afternoon of her dreams seem to end as quickly as it had begun. But she lived in the hope that it may be the first of many sensual experiences spent with the Latino boy who despite his young age, showed much promise an potential when it came to pleasuring women - well, this woman anyway. 



Her Birthday Present



It was certainly a party that would last until the morning. She had never been such the center of attention, but, being on the dance floor, and moving the way she moved, with her twin partners, there wasn't a man in the room who could stop staring enviously at those two men. They were all so passionate during the fast music, but it was the slower music that had taken them over the edge. It was at the end of the perfect song that they made the perfect eye contact between them all. The lust in all their eyes was unmistakable. They made their way back to the hotel with obvious intention.

As the door closed behind them, she passionately pounced on one of her friends, holding his face, kissing so slowly and deeply. "You take that," she whispered, "and sit down here." She nudged the lifeless, entranced man into a seat. "Get yourself a drink, but don't go anywhere," she coyly stated, "or you will miss the show of a lifetime." Her eyebrows perked. He could barely think

Turning back to the other, his eyes grew larger. He was obviously overwhelmed by her sheer sexual presence. She took him by the hand and walked him those few steps to the opposite side of the bed. Tracing her hand across his obvious erection, she gripped him by the back of his neck and pulled him into his own erotic mouthing kiss. Her hand continued to embrace his shaft as he moaned directly into her massaging mouth. Her tongue traced along the sides and roof of his mouth with an amazing reaction. He shuttered and nearly fell from his weak knees. Finishing up her kiss with the softest suction on his lower lip and the moist, slow release. As her eyes opened, she saw the once statuesque man that stood there when she started become a quivering, tingling mass of flesh. His eyes so wide and his breath so deep, she knew she had him exactly where she wanted. As she smiled and gazed at the seated brother, her hand effortlessly pushed him from his stance onto the bed, where he fell lifelessly to his back, still trying to regain his breath.

With the man lying on the edge of the bed, she proceeded to turn her back to him and grind her backside along his still aching erection. His body spasmed, as he nearly exploded in his shorts. Her hand reached to her back where she easily untied her bikini top. Her hands then reached behind herself to his hips where she gyrated into his crotch. While moaning, he sat up and reached around her body to her delicious breasts. Kissing into her fragrant hair and neck while cupping and molesting her. She could hear her effects by the moaning and lusting in his breath. His large hand cupped and lifted her allowing her straps to fall from her shoulders. She allowed it to fall to the floor, and his hands quickly recovered to touch her skin-to-skin. He continued to mouth into her shoulders, neck, and ear when he finally got a small humming moan to escape her lips. "Oh my God," was all he could say.

She stood back up and turned around. He finally got to see the chest that he had been groping all this time, and he was floored. Looking up to her beautiful face, he met her eye-to-eye and saw the lustful determination deep within her. He crawled back to the center of the bed while she lifted her leg to the side and followed him up and mounted him. As he lay there, she started opening his shirt, anxious to see the muscles that had tossed and caressed her around the dance floor all night. As the last button became undone, both her hands, starting from the middle, pushed the shirt open and off his shoulders. She leaned forward on top of his body to help push it along. He leaned into another kiss, as she completed taking it off. The she tossed it to the side with the flip of her wrist.

Like an animal she quickly gripped his wrists in each hand and pinned them above his head. He lay there unblinking as her power and demeanor throttled him into a perfectly erotic fear as he lay underneath her completely without control and exposed to her desire. Her hips started to slowly gyrate into his crotch again, and she lowered her mouth to his. His moaning became uncontrollable. His body began to tighten. His eyes opened wide only to see hers closed still passionately mouthing into his lips. She released her kiss, while still humping him through his shorts. She looked and saw the intensity and anxiety she gave him, and she loved it. Her smile drove him over the edge. She leaned down to his ear and began whispering while she grinded him deeper and deeper. "Yesssssssss...Ohhhh...Let it go...Let it go...Don't fight it...Give it to me...Show me how much you want meeeeeee...."

She turned her head to the still-seated brother as her victim, his twin, pinned beneath her, screamed and exploded in his shorts -- his head thrown back, his legs and toes pointed out, his eyes tightly squinted, his jaw screaming, locked open. She smiled unaffected, knowing she had complete control over them both. She finally released his wrists, though it was of little consequence. He lay there lifeless with the exception of the occasional convulsion. Opening his eyes widely and looking into hers, he lost his breath knowing that he had never imagined a burning desire such as the one that she possessed.

She left her still lifeless partner, climbed slowly off the bed, and paced towards the seated man. She stopped directly in front of him -- her legs straddling his. He looked up to her and reached for her. "Ah ahhh," she quickly retorted. "Look, but don't touch." The authority in her voice backed him up immediately. She reached to the ties holding her bikini bottom and again looked to his eyes for reassurance. He affirmed whole-heartedly and could barely hold back the watering in his mouth. With a long, smooth, slow pull the knot got smaller and smaller and smaller. Finally, after the eternity of anticipation her bottom fell to his lap exposing her perfectly trimmed sex. Realizing his dumbfoundedness and awe, she knew that he was reaching a near-complete erection in his own shorts. She leaned over to his ear and moaned so sensually, "Not yeeeet." With that she stepped backwards towards the bed with the most exasperated look of desire on his face and crawled back to her original victim -- still laying there, catching his breath.

Her fingers traced meanderingly down his chest towards his shorts followed by random kisses and sucking across his chest and abdominal muscles. His hands reached for her, but she quickly batted them down firmly. The look in her eyes letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was not to do a thing. She began stroking him through his shorts and felt his recently spent shaft underneath begin to regain its rigidity. Her finger hooked onto the top of his shorts and gently pulled them down to his knees. She gawked and smiled at the beauty of his shaft. Her kisses continued closer and closer to his manhood. She was now close enough that he could feel the heat of her breath on the base of his sex. Her hand gripped his base standing him perfectly upwards to her face. The cum from his earlier explosion smelled so aromatic to her. His newly regained erection was waiting for her attention. Her hand sliding up and down his shaft, lubricated with his own juices. Her lips parted. Her eyes closed. Her head slowly lowers her wide-open mouth downward. His head leans up, wide-eyed with anticipation, looking at the side of her head as she is so close to enveloping his cock in her mouth. He can feel the heat of her breath, but her mouth is still further open than his member. Lower. Lower. Finally, in one motion, her lips wrap around his stiffness, her tongue begins rubbing inside her mouth, her hand slides down to his testicles, and she lets out the most delicious, muffled moaning onto him sending him screaming, "OOOOOHHhhhh GOOOOOooooddd!"

Her fingernails tickled and stretched his balls so delicately. Her mouth tasting and sliding so slowly up and down his cock while her head twisted and tasted him on every surface of her mouth. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as her lips rolled outward and inward, up and down his shaft. Such a slow, deliberate sucking rocked his world beyond comprehension. Opening her mouth as her lips rolled over the edge of his large head, the most incredible suctioning pop could be heard as his member landed on his own body with a thud. She quickly laid her head on him and scooped him back into her mouth sucking faster. Her hands braced on each side of his legs. She threw one leg over his chest exposing and offering her sex to her thirsty partner. He quickly lunged into her as deeply as possible mouthing and tonguing her with all his desire.

They both moaned in rapture as the sixty-nine sharpened their desires more and more. Faster and deeper they went. They could barely stand giving and receiving such delicious pleasure. Her head bobbing up and down, while his head gyrating deeper tasting the inner walls of her womanhood. Her hand caressed against his legs. His hands reached under and around her gripping her ass -- feeding her sex to his hunger. Her moistness continued to build along with his own thirst, sucking and drinking her wetness. Moaning into her open sex, "MMMmmmmmmmmmmm," he vibrated her to the core, sending a shiver over her entire body, freezing her, making her tremble in a cold sweat. It was obvious that her grip on the occasion was coming to an end. Her hands began holding his legs tighter and tighter as his began rocking her backside deeper onto his mouth. She dropped his member from her mouth and began chanting, "YYEESssss...yeeessssss...RIGHT THERE!" Her fingernails began to dig deeper as her grasp became a death grip. Her body began shaking more and more. She sat up and thrusted her sex onto his face "OOOOOHHHhhhhhhhhh yeessssssss! Oh, GOD YES!" She continued pushing against his mouth harder and harder as she came. Biting her lower lip and throwing her head backwards in a convulsing spasm over and over, she drenched his mouth with more juiced than he could handle, as it spilled off his face to his chest. As she looked to the unfortunate, unparticipating brother in the corner her eyes rolled back in her head, and she blacked out, collapsing lifelessly on top of the man that delivered her to such intense heights.

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As she woke, hours later, she found herself lying facedown on the bed, blindfolded, still tingling from her earth-shattering orgasm. She reached to remove the blindfold, but was stunned when she felt her wrists tied to the headboard. The warms hands of her partners were all over her back, massaging her into wonderfully tenseless goo. She could smell the vanilla oil they were using as if it were immediately under her nose. Two hands on her shoulders and back, two hands on her backside and legs and feet. Two of the hands left her, though, as she heard footsteps to the next room and back. On her lips she suddenly noticed the taste of strawberry. Her mouth opened slowly, and the perfectly ripe fruit was placed on her palette for her consumption. Not a drop was spilled while she enjoyed the sweet taste in her mouth. Another strawberry soon followed while the massaging hands barely broke their pace. "MMMMmmmmmmmm." She could not contain her smile. She had dreamt of this type of treatment all her life.

The whisper in her ear quickly brought her back to reality. "Do you think you are ready, now, Love? You have been asleep for over and hour, and we just wanted you to wake as enjoyably as possible." Her wrists were untied from the bed, but her blindfold remained. Her body was under the complete guidance of her partners. She felt her legs open and a hand reach down to begin massaging her sex. She again let out a smiling moan of approval. She then felt the pair of them begin kissing her back and shoulders and neck so softly and sensually. This continued as their hands began feeling her over and over. They lifted her hair to kiss the absolute back of her neck, which sent her mind spinning with desire. They took turns doing that. One was on her ear, sucking and moaning. The other was kissing the side and back of her neck. While doing this, they both made themselves comfortable on either side of her, lying on the bed. Her mouth gasping for air while they teased her and teased her with expert results. The hand teasing her below spiraled deeper and deeper as she got more and more passionate.

Suddenly, her leg was lifted and she was hoisted on top of the man on her left facing his feet. Both their sexes lined up, and both were more than ready to go the distance. Without hesitating she reached behind herself blindly and braced his cock, slamming it inside her steaming moistness. She braced herself on his shoulders and rode him up and down, occasionally gyrating his stiffness inside her. He gripped her backside and helped quicken the pace with his own upward slamming, causing the most intense wet slopping thrusting she had ever heard into her own depths. Her inner walls were completely saturated and pampered by his enormity. She felt so feminine by his unimaginable size. She felt so overwhelmed and fulfilled, as he pumped into her deeper and deeper. She leaned forward and grabbed onto his shins, bracing herself for his beautifully aching pounding.

That was when she smelled the aroma of sex stronger then she thought possible. She was confused for just a small moment, but was quickly and intensely awakened when she felt the head of a cock against her lips. He stood at the foot of the bed and slowly guided her head closer and closer to him. Her mouth opened. She could taste it in the air. She could taste how close she was. Then he slid his length deep into her mouth and throat. Her lips closed and she mind trembled at the situation. She was satisfying two men at once, her body began to tighten, but she held herself from finishing. She reached for the cock in her mouth and grasped it by the base. Her blindfolded head began bobbing his entire length in and out of her mouth. The cock below her was stiffening tighter and tighter, so close to unleashing its load. The grip on her head dropped, but the hands on her ass gripped tighter and tighter. He grunted and screamed. She could feel the man so close to finishing, but the taste in her mouth was so delicious. Then she felt the flooding from underneath fill her sex beyond its capacity. He slammed deeper and deeper rocking her from below. She was unaffected and continued bobbing her mouth on the tantalizing mouthful. Her hips gyrated and milked more and more cum from the still granite shaft in her womanhood. Then she felt the clasps on her ass, once so tight, release with two distinct thuds to the bed on both sides of her. The cock continuing to spasm on occasion, but, for the most part, spent and writhing inside her. She would occasionally shock him with her PC muscles to feel him jump and scream from below her, but it was the shaft in front of her that now had the majority of her attention.

She pulled off her blindfold without haste and cradled his testicles and lifted his cock straight up trailing her tongue along the vein. She continued to envelop his head with her tongue, circling and sucking. All the while she caressed and stretched his tightening sacks, she knew she was in complete control, once again. "MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm!" She engulfed his cock down to the base and quickly pulling back out, stroking it with such sensual precision. Again, she deepthroated him, shaking her head, vibrating his shaft, and pulling it back out. Lusting for the taste of his cum, she began to stroke faster and faster. Licking her lips, she could feel his tightness mount. Then she slowed to a tight-gripped milking, kissing the tip and tasting his precum. As it hit her lips, she was consumed in thirst for more. She stroked faster and faster. Her guttural moaning caused her earlier victim to slowly stretch inside her further and further with dramatic affects. She stroked her hand faster and faster, pulled on his sack tighter and tighter. He looked down into her eyes, seeing her mouth open and tongue greedy, sticking out, waiting for his blast. Stroking harder and faster, "Give it to me." His back began to tense. He held onto her head, as her pace never slowed. Closer and closer he got. She could see the urge in his eyes. Tighter and tighter he became. "AAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhh," he screamed, shooting off straight into her waiting throat. She lunged her mouth, engulfing him. Her sucking was unbelievably fast, and he shot off over and over fucking into her mouth. She wouldn't slow. Screaming louder and louder, his body shot off continuously. She pulled him out of her mouth and began milking him, letting him see the slowest cum drip from his shaft to her outstretched tongue.

Then she started, once again, grinding and humping the manliness from below. She felt him become more and more rigid as her stride grew and grew to match his length. He then grabbed her and lifted her off to his side. It was time for a change, and it took both of them to do it. Both of her partners together positioned her for one final session. She was stood up at the side of the bed with her legs splayed open. One lay on the bed in front of her with her between his legs and one approached her from behind. She knew exactly what they wanted.

As she bent over, taking a cock into her mouth, she felt a hand begin to spread her sex open. "MMMMMMmmmmmmm," she moaned, as his cock head pushed into her inch by glorious inch. The hands behind her grabbed onto her hips and began to pound into her relentlessly. She could barely think. She could barely stand. Her head was grasped and her mouth was slowly and deliberately screwed from below. Both men were having their way with her body, and she loved it. The sexy slaps of every thrust into her from behind paired with the length she tasted up and down. Her mind was numb. She became tantric, out of control of her own desire. Deeper and deeper they both went. Harder and harder they pushed. She had never felt so feverishly taken like this. Her legs were spread and lifted from the floor. The cock in her remained as hard as ever as he hoisted her lower body off the ground and continued to rock her harder and harder. As her head was guided up and down, the moaning of all three of them mounted, hers especially. They had reached the pinnacle. There was no stopping now. All bodies tensed tighter and tighter. Eyes widened. Thrusts deepened. Moans became louder. She shook violently, so near to finishing. Then, like gigantic explosion, the men screamed flooding her from every direction, holding her in place to accept their entire offer. She reacted, tightening all over, inside and out. A loud muffled scream in orgasm filled the room. Cum dripped from her sex, both hers and his mixed. Her fingers were gripping and tearing at the sheets. She was lowered to the ground in the finale of her release, shaking uncontrollably in her orgasm.

After all three lay there, without movement for nearly half an hour, they all crawled into the bed, her in the middle, and she was caressed to magnificent slumber by both of her studs.

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The next morning, she woke to the smell of three dozen roses and the cologne of the two men getting ready for another day. She smiled at them both in unbelievable satisfaction as they smiled back. She then laid her head back down and closed her eyes. That was a birthday she could never forget.



Her Birthday Present



My wife, Janet, will have her 55th birthday in a few weeks. I asked her what she wanted besides a membership to AARP. 

She laughed and said, "Well, for starters you can take me out for an expensive dinner and a show at a casino and of course I will need a new outfit."

This is normal, as we do that every year for her birthday.

"Anything else?"

"I've been looking at some stuff on the internet and will let you know what I decide."

After a week, I asked her if she had made up her mind what she wanted. 

"Not yet but I'm close to making a decision. Let you know in a couple days."

I was getting more curious as the days went on. Janet is not very computer savvy, so I figured she would not have deleted the history of where she had been or found "In-private browsing."

She went to her aerobics class, Saturday morning, as always. This was my chance to check out the computer.

When I opened "history," I got the shock of my life. She had been on a whole lot of Bondage and Discipline Websites. After opening a few, I noticed that some of them had chats, that it seemed she had been on. And down further, I saw she had been reading stories on Literotica. I went on the site and read a couple of them. They were all about women being dominated. 

What the hell was she up to. Never in our 32 years of marriage had she ever mentioned or suggested anything to do with being dominated. 

I decided not to confront her about it and see where it lead. 

Was she trying to decide if she wanted to get involved in that lifestyle? She didn't say anything the rest of the weekend.

Monday, Janet called me at the shop and said she was going to go for a drink with Ann, after work. She would be home by 7 and would get something to eat there.

At seven she walked through the door. She had that glow she gets when she has had a couple, but she was far from being drunk, thank God as she had driven.

"Hi Honey. Did you eat?"

"Yah, but was waiting for you for my dessert."

"Well, come on then. I haven't had dessert yet either."

We were undressing as we went. By the time we got to the bedroom we were down to our underwear and by the time we were in the bed, it too was gone.

"Let's 69, hon, I want that cock in my mouth and your tongue in my wet pussy." How could I turn that down.

Her mouth engulfed my cock and her head was immediately moving rapidly up and down my now rigid cock. I had my face buried between her legs and my tongue cleaving into her wet, hot pussy. 

After a few minutes of this she pulled her head up and with a throaty order. "Fuck me, fuck me now and fuck my hard."

This is not something that she hasn't said before when she is horny but my mind wondered if this time may have something to do with the domination she had been looking into.

"Get on all fours. You want a hard fucking, I'll give you just what you want."

Taking my engorged cock in my hand, I ran it down the crack of her ass and then between her now open, swollen pussy lips, teasing her. 

"Quit fucking around and put that damn cock of yours in my cunt." Now there was a word I never heard her say before. She always referred to it as her pussy or "muffy".

Now as I was getting ready to thrust it into her, I had a thought, I brought my hand down onto her ass cheek. Not hard but enough to leave a little pink mark.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"Because I felt like it."

"Well, not so hard." Wow, that is the first time she has responded like that. I had given her a light swat or two in the throes of passion and she later told me she didn't like it.

As I started to fuck her "cunt," I leaned forward and reached around and grabbed both nipples and rolled them between my finger tips. She moaned and shoved harder against me. 

Pinching and rolling them harder and pulling on them had her in a frenzy. She was thrusting back against me and murmuring, "Oh that feels good but not quite so hard. Let me get used to it awhile."

This was all it took to make my balls start to tighten. 

"Baby, I can't hold out much longer."

"Just a couple more minutes, I am almost there too."

I pulled a little harder on he nipples as she started to sit up. Her mouth opened and a piercing wail came out that must have been heard down the block.

She was grinding her cunt down onto my cock, as far as it would go, she had an orgasm, like nothing I have seen from her in ages. 

As I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my swollen cock, I erupted into her hot, sopping love tunnel.

Both of us were sated. I still had my hands cupping her little B cup tits. She reached up and held my hands firmly against them. Meanwhile, my softening cock was slithering out of her spent hole.

"Not that I am complaining but what the hell got into you tonight. Besides me?"

"Let's get showered and fix a drink. I want to talk to you about something, actually, my birthday present.

I know where this is going. Of course, she has no idea that I know. "Besides our usual ritual, for my birthday, I have been checking out some sites on the internet. After talking with Ann and her husband, I want to try something."

"And what might that be, Janet?"

"Being dominated."

"What, are you kidding me. There is no way I could treat you like that."

"Not you, someone to work with me, someone that would know how to test my limits."

"What limits?"

"Sex and pain."

"I don't get it, Janet, you have never been into pain, and what do Ann and Jim have to do with it."

"They are in the lifestyle, or I should say she is and he goes along with it."

"So in other words, you want to make me a cuckold.

"No, no. I want you to be okay with letting me try this. We could advertise online like Ann did. They found a "master" for her that they both agreed on."

"This is just to fucking weird Janet. Do you actually think I would go along with this?"

"I was hoping you would. Once I am trained I would be all yours again. I know you have it in you to take me places we have never been, but I need to know just how far I will go, before we get into it with each other. I need an experienced Dom to work with me."

"Where besides Ann have you been getting all this info?"

"BDSM sites. I have been chatting with married women, who are into this and with their husbands okay. In fact, most say, he helped them pick her Dom."

"Let me ask you this, Janet, do you think our marriage, after all these years, could stand up to this?"

"Yes, I do. You have always wanted me to be more adventurous in the bedroom. I have always enjoyed showing off my assets for you. You like me doing that don't you, you like what it does to me sexually and don't we have the best sex after I do this?"

I had to admit that I do like when she does that and yah, the sex has always been the hottest and she has always gone a little further than she normally would.

"Yes, babe, you're right, but this would be a big step up from anything we have ever, even considered."

"I know, but can we just advertise and see who responds and pick a couple to meet, if they are not to far away."

"Tell you what. You put the add you want, on the internet but open a new E-Mail account just for the responses and no pics, until we chat with some of the guys who strike our fancy and then we'll see."

"Oh thank you, love, thank you. I promise this will be good for both of us. I am not that young. I hope we can find someone who will take on an out of shape, 55 year old woman."

"Hon, you are not that bad. A bit thick around the waist. You tits have spread out on your chest, but don't sag down like most women's do at your age and your legs and ass are still in great shape. Maybe we can work with that midsection to get it firmed up if it bothers you that much. Maybe the guy we pick will think like I do. A bit more to hang onto."

The next day while I was at work, she put together an online request that read, "Mature, married woman looking for an experienced Dom, to take me and help me test my limits. Husband must approve but will never participate. "

Now we had to wait to see what kind of responses we would get.

It took three days but the responses started to come in. We looked through all of them and as the interest dwindled, we chose two, to communicate with.

One guy was black and had been a Dom for over 20 years. He was 49, years old, 6'3" and 230. He enjoyed testing the limits of white wives, regardless of age. He wanted a pic. Didn't have to be a nude. Just full body and face, recent.

The other was a white man, 55 years old and claimed to be a trainer of subs. He was 5'9", 190. He stated he loved dominating and testing the limits of women, especially if they were married. As they were the most responsive. He wanted a pic of Janet in bra, panties, stockings with garter and high heels.

The black man was in Vegas. We had no problem making the day's drive if that is what he wanted.

The other guy was from, 30 miles away. We sent him the pic he wanted.

The black guy from Vegas, said he would set us up with a place to stay if we decided that he and my wife decided to play. We sent him a pic of Janet in a pair of short shorts and tank top.

We chatted online with the guy closest to us. We made a date to meet him at a casino lounge there the next Friday night. He understood that he was not the only one we were considering and that my husband would be there also. He agreed.

He wanted to talk to Janet on the phone. We gave him her cell number and he called her two days before the meet. We put him on loudspeaker.

"Janet, my name is Ken, once we introduce each other, when we first meet, you will call me "master" or "sir." This is so we can establish the proper rapport from the beginning, even if we never get together. I insist on this. Are you agreeable?"

"Yes, sir, I am."

"Very good then. I like a woman who does what I say. I want you to wear a certain outfit. I see by your picture that middle age spread has set in and I assume your tits have lost their ability to ride high on your chest without support?"

"Yes, sir, that is right."

"Ok, I want you to wear a dress, loose fitting, chemise style, shorter the better. Exposed stocking tops when you cross your legs would be excellent. I prefer dark colors. The sheerest black stockings you can find and a matching bra, panty and garter set, in black and four inch or higher whore shoes. Bright red lipstick and nail polish."

I understand, sir, but what are whore shoes?"

"I like the open toe, concept, with a wide strap around the leg just above the ankle, and remember, at least 4 inch heels."

"Yes sir. I look forward to meeting you."

We went shopping and found her a dark gray, chemise dress. Low cut, in front. A good six inches above her knees. In Victoria' Secret, we bought a black demi bra, that barely covered her nipples, a matching high cut bikini panty and lace garter and the very sheer stockings.

Janet will tell the story from her perspective, from here on.

Janet-

I wanted to look my best for the man who could be my master, for training. First I ran a bath and used my lavender bath beads with aloe. I soaked until the water cooled. Next I took a shower, used hair remover on my legs. I wanted to be totally smooth, to his touch. My pussy hair is trimmed short, but full. I left it that way, but shaved my pussy lips and ass crack. If he wanted me bare, I am sure he would tell me.

My hair which is cut short and close, made for an easy do. I clipped my nails and applied several coats of bright red nail polish, toe nails too.

Once I had gone this far, I put on a robe and went downstairs and opened a bottle of wine. I would have a couple glasses until my husband got home. I wanted him to help me get dressed. He loves doing that.

He brought Chinese take out with him, so we would not have to cook or go out. Just get ready and go.

After he showered and got dressed. I came into the bedroom. Other than one glass, that he drank, I finished the whole bottle. I was very mellow and ready for our evening, with my potential Dom and master.

He removed my robe and I dabbed on Allure, my favorite perfume. 

The first thing he put on was the wide lacy, garter belt with six silky, elastic straps.

He took the panties, leaned down and held them open for me. I held onto his shoulder as I stepped into them and he pulled them up my legs and settled them on my tight, round ass, smoothing the silky material. 

Next the bra, he held it up as I put my arms through it. He reached around and hooked and made sure my little B cup tits were in place with the nipples just covered but the tops of the areolas were exposed. 

My stockings were next, I chose to put them on because of the delicateness of them, I didn't want his hands to run them. He had my "whore" heels, ready for me to put on. I was sitting on my dressing table chair and he put them on my feet and buckled the strap. The buckle looked like a little pad lock.

I was now ready for my dress but he told me to wait, as he reached into his pocket and came out with a little box, that contained a very delicate ankle bracelet. He put it around my right ankle.

I stood up and kissed him passionately. He told me if we were going to do this we would do it right.

He opened the dress and I stepped into it. The zipper was zipped and I was about ready to go. I put on my bright red lipstick and looked at myself in the mirror. I hoped Ken would like how I looked.

We met Ken at the prescribed place. He was a nondescript man but I could tell that he was an alpha male. He exuded a force that immediately had my full attention. My husband sitting along side of me, was now a shadow.

"Janet, I'm Ken and this must be Paul, your husband?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Oh, yes sir, sorry sir."

"That's alright. First time and all. But the next indiscretion, will be dealt with, with punishment."

"We need to get off on the right foot, right from the beginning. Don't you agree, Janet."

"Yes sir."

"So, you are interested in being dominated by a man that will test and push your limits, for sex and pain. Am I right?"

"Yes, Master, I have been having fantasies of being stripped, bound, gagged, fucked, spanked and whipped. I make myself cum thinking about it, when I masturbate."

"You will not be disappointed if you come to me. Now please get up and stand beside me."

I did as he wanted.

"Now lift your dress so I can see your stockings, garter and panties." I just looked at him.

"Just do it, or this meeting is over."

Looking around I didn't see anyone paying us any attention. I slowly lifted my dress up to my hips.

"Just as I asked for. Now turn around so I can see how spank able that ass of your's is.'

As I turned he ran his hand over my panty clad ass, crooked a finger into the elastic waistband and pulled them down below my cheeks.

"Very nice. You are one lucky guy Paul, to have such a fine and willing woman, all to yourself. But that will change shortly, once she takes a Dom." My husband didn't respond. I could tell he was not happy with where this was going.

"Please Sir, let me drop my dress and sit down. This is embarrassing."

He just flipped his hand. I got decent again and sat down.

"This is not going well. I don't think I'm the one you are looking for. You need someone with less exuberance for the lifestyle. Someone who will lead you by the hand, into submission, if that is your desire."

"I am sorry, Ken. That we wasted your time but you are right. This will not end well, I suspect, if we allow you to train Janet." My husband commented.

"I hope you find who you are looking for." With that he stood up, kissed me hard on the lips and left.

We spent the next week, lamenting on what had taken place in that short span of time, with Ken. It was decided that we would call Damian, that was the black guy from Vegas and if he was still in agreement we would go to him in Vegas. If nothing else it would give us a few days away, in Sin City.

We E-mailed him and asked if he would consider talking to us on the phone. He said he would and we gave him our phone number. He called us within the hour.

His demeanor, at least on the phone, was in direct contrast to Ken's. 

"What do you expect from me?"

"To be trained to be a submissive to men, especially my husband. To have my limits for sex and pain, tested and possibly pushed. I would like to be spanked, nipple play, made to worship you."

"That and more can be arranged. You know I am particular to white, married women don't you?"

"Yes, sir, I am aware and both me and my husband are okay with it. You know that he has to approve of my Dom."

"I know that and am fine with it. Don't call me sir or master or anything but Damian, that is my name and that is what I want to be referred to."

"Yes, Damian, I am more than happy to comply."

We talked for over an hour and agreed that we need to take it to the next step and told him we would meet him in Vegas. If it didn't work out we would at least have a few days of fun in Sin City.

The next day we got an E-Mail from him with a confirmation number for 4 nights at the Bellagio. It was his treat. He wanted us to enjoy our stay also. Even if he didn't get to have me. He told us to call him when we were in town and he would meet us at the hotel.

We got there Thursday evening and called him. He met us at the hotel right after we finished checking in.

I saw him approach us. He was everything I had imagined. Tall, well muscled in his slacks and tight fitting sport shirt, unbuttoned to his sternum. His head was shaved and he had a goatee. I felt a familiar tingling between my legs. The thong I was wearing was going to be of no use soon.

He introduced himself and kissed me on the lips. 

"Come on lets go to your room. I had champagne delivered a short time ago. It should be chilled by now."

The three of us sat and had a couple glasses. He included my husband in the conversation.

"You don't strike me as the kind of guy that would hand his lovely, sexy wife over to the likes of me, Paul?"

"This is what she wanted for her birthday, which is Saturday. I know I am taking a chance here but also hope that she will come back to me, still wanting to be married and grow old together and of course submissive. All I would ask, Damian, is that you do not disrespect her or leave any lasting marks on her body."

He told us that there was nothing unreasonable about that and he had no intention of keeping me. If I wanted to stay, it would all be on me. Also he said, before we start, he would like us to read and agreement he has with each "client" as he called us. He would like both of us to sign it. It would not be legally binding but it usually made all concerned more comfortable.

It was laying on the table by the champagne. It had been delivered with it.

Paul and I read it and basically, it told of what he would do with me and not do with me and the last paragraph, before the closing, stated that there would be no lasting marks, tattoos or piercing without the consent of the client and her husband. We both looked at him and asked him what that meant.

"Some of my women have wanted to be tattooed or have their nipples or clit pierced to go back to hubby with. I don't want anything to do with this unless he agrees with your request, should you want this. Marks would be, if you progressed to caning, there would surely be some marks that may not fade for some time if ever. Caning sometimes, breaks the skin, depending on the severity of it."

We signed it and he put it in his pocket.

"Both of you meet me in the lounge after dinner. I will have a table reserved, in the back corner. Guess you could call it my table, my corner when I need it."

"What do I wear?"

"Your choice but make it short, low cut and sexy."

We decided that I would wear the same outfit I did for Ken.




Her Birthday Present



After dinner we met Damian. He was at his table in a dark corner, with just a candle in a jar for light.

He was wearing a skin tight, silk shirt, opened to his abs, as he stood to kiss me, I couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his tight slacks.

"Have a seat. I took the liberty of ordering drinks for us. Janet, I like that look on you. Very sexy and yes very short and low cut. Just what I wanted. Come here and sit by me."

I sat by him and my dress rode up to show the tops of my stockings and garter straps. He had his hand on my thigh. 

"I just love how these sheer stockings feel on a woman's leg." He didn't stop feeling my leg until he had his finger, in my panties and running it along my pussy lips. My breath caught and he smiled.

"I am gonna make you cum right here, with me fingers. Paul are you okay with this."

"Yes, this is what she wants, but I don't want to watch. I am going to leave you and go back to the room. It appears my wife has made her choice.. Have a good time, dear."

Upon leaving he turned and said, "Damian, treat her right and give he what she wants.'

All the while my husband was talking, Damian was further into my pussy with his finger. It felt like a small cock, working me into a frenzy. I had my first orgasm with Damian, shortly after Paul left.

"Let's dance awhile. Might as well enjoy the evening, as long as we're already here."

As soon as he had me in the corner of the dance floor, he was feeling me up. His huge black hands did feel good, slowly drifting over my back and down to my ass. He pulled me into him and I felt his enormous bulge. I had never felt anything like it. It pushed into my stomach and I felt it jump. Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into.

His right hand pulled the zipper of my dress down, opened it and unsnapped my bra, with one hand, Jeez.

He stepped back and demanded I take the bra off, "Us that little trick women do, taking their bra off while still dressed."

I did as he said. His right hand was now on my bare back as my dress fell away from my shoulders. His left hand came between us and he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed, hard and twisted until I sobbed, my nipple throbbed with pain.

"Let the bra hang over my shoulder as you hold it. Do it." He twisted my nipple all the way around through the material of my dress. I was weeping openly against his chest.

As I let the bra hang from my hand behind his back, he let go of my nipple, stepped back and led me back towards our table with that big black hand against my bare back. The contrast between his ebony hand and my ivory skin must have been provocative.

"When we get to the table you will see a chair at the back of the table with a towel on the seat. Lift your dress above your hips, take off your thong and place it on the table. Sit down with your dress pulled up high enough to expose that middle age stomach. I want to see what it looks like when you sit down. It gives me something reach around and hold onto as I fuck your tight, white, married ass."

Doing as he ordered, I looked down and saw my stomach bulge over the wide garter belt. God, I was so embarrassed. My dress was falling down my front, about to expose my braless, B cup tits, my pussy was on display for all to see if they so chose, my belly was hanging out and my ass was bare sitting on the towel.

My pussy was dripping wet. I could feel the wetness on the towel when I moved. Oh, my god, I thought, I really am okay with this, I really want him to dominate me.

The sheer black thong was laying on the table for all to see, when our hostess brought us more drinks. She put her tray down and Damian placed my panties and a $20 on the tray. She put the money in her shorts pocket and raised my damp thong to her face and inhaled my fragrance. I knew she was smelling Allure perfume and my pussy juices.

"Oh, Damian, you have a hot one here. Are you gonna share. Nothing like a hot MILF to take the edge off."

Damian gave her a flip of his hand and she left, looked over her shoulder and gave me an air kiss.

"She is what you would call a lipstick lesbian. Her pussy is off limits to anything even resembling a cock. Not even a vibrator or a dildo will enter any of her holes. Just female, tongue, mouth and fingers. Think you might want to try her?"

"I have never given a thought to being with another woman."

"Well, do give it some thought. You may just enjoy it."

"Stand up and let me see you. Keep the dress above your belly. I want anyone who is interested in looking, to see just what I am going to train to be my black cock bitch."

He was now sitting in the other chair that was back further, in the dark. He had his black cock out, stroking it to full erection. I stared at it in awe. I had never seen the likes of that black monster, it had to be 9" and thick as a Red Bull can.

"Sit on it bitch. You might as well start your big cock training right now." I wondered what he was talking about as I lowered myself onto the head. Just then another black man, walked up in front of me and shoved a cloth in my mouth. Damian took my hips and pushed down, impaling me on his big black man meat. I knew I had more to go. The other guy pushed down on my shoulders until I was screaming into the cloth, tears running down my cheeks. The pain was excruciating. I was stretched to the limit. My insides had been moved aside to accommodate, that ramrod of a cock. Slowly the pain subsided and was raised back up and lowered down, several times, I felt my whole body, shutter and had the most intense orgasm that I can ever remember. I leaned back onto Damian. Him still completely in my now ruined cunt. I was ready to be taken in anyway, he saw fit. I was gonna love this birthday present.

He had just fucked me in a public place and I loved it and could care less.

After about 10 minutes or so,of this humiliation, he told me to make myself presentable. Another black man in a suit came over and told Damian that he would have to take me out of here, now. 

"Janet, it's time for us to go to my place and continue this. With that he slapped my ass really hard. It made me whimper. My pussy was now drenched.

Next- Janet's "birthday present" at the hands of Damian.



Her Birthday Suit



"I've never done a striptease before!" Jessica wasn't sure she could even pull it off, but that hadn't kept her from discussing the silly idea with Veronica. Ronnie was her best friend, and Jessica could count on her to be perfectly honest. She didn't have to wait long.

"My suggestion is to just go for it, what man wouldn't die to have someone do a striptease for him?" Veronica was polishing her nails a vivid red. The color looked great against her pale skin. "He'll probably pass out from shock, I had a guy do that once when I showed up in my dominatrix get up."

"Was it Gary? Never mind, I don't care." Jessica stared at the polish bottle, wishing she could be daring enough to wear such a bold color. "Yes I agree that most guys would love to be the recipient, the problem is that Casey isn't like most guys. He thinks of me as his little sister. I'm not sure stripping for him is the best way to let him know that I've been crazy about him for five years." She picked at a cuticle and frowned. "I should probably just forget about it, if he was interested in me he would have said something before now." 

"Hey, how do you know Casey isn't thinking the same thing right now?" Veronica asked. "Neither of you are the type to make the first move, and if one of you doesn't , you are both going to end up unmarried and grouchy at fifty!"

"No way, no man as gorgeous as Casey would be alone that long. I'm surprised he's not taken already."

"Look, this has been a fantasy of yours for well, forever, right?" Jessica nodded. "This would be the perfect time, Jessica. You just finished that dance class, and you're in better shape than ever, and since his birthday is this week, tada! Talk about a birthday to remember!"

"But what if he's just shocked, and tells me he has no interest in being more than friends?" Jessica asked while flipping through the lingerie catalog that had given her the idea.

"That's why this is the perfect time to do this, you can just say that I dared you to do it for his birthday. He knows that we are always pulling crazy stunts, and I'll even mention it to him afterwards. He'll believe it, just because it sounds like something I would do." "Alright, I'll do it. You've got to help me plan it out though. I want to look like a real stripper. You'll have to come with me and help me pick out a costume."

"Okay, when do you want to go?" "I'll meet you at the lingerie store at three. I have to stop by the shop and bring my brother his lunch." "Oh, really? Your just going to see your brother, sure. Are you bringing Casey anything?" "No I'm not. I won't deny that I'll enjoy the chance to see him, but Brad really did forget his lunch today. Casey will probably be busy anyway. He's taken over most of the finances."

"Is your brother glad he made Casey a full partner?" "Brad says it was one of the best decisions he's ever made. My brother is great with engines and people, but he was losing a lot of money do to accounting errors. Casey never finished college, but he has a head for numbers. Their profit has nearly doubled over the past few months. "

 "Promise me you'll go through with this. Your face absolutely glows when you talk about him. I care about you too much to watch you let him get away." Veronica's voice had softened as she talked.

 "I agree. I don't want to wonder if I made the biggest mistake of my life ten years down the line. This way I'll know for sure." "Oh, Jessica, I wish I could be there just so I could see the look on his face!" *** Jessica prayed for the umpteenth time that no one she knew would see her in here. Veronica had promised to meet her at the lingerie store, but so far she hadn't shown up. She finally gave up pretending to be looking for a bra, and moved to the back of the store where a large sign proclaimed, "Fashions for the Adventurous Woman". Her eyes widened when the first item she saw was a black leather corset with spikes and chains.

"I own that particular piece myself," Veronica said loudly.

"Don't sneak up on me like that, and be quiet. I don't want anyone coming over to ask if we need help." Jessica fingered a bright red flapper dress that was slightly better than most of the other stuff she'd seen. . "What type of thing does a stripper wear?" she asked.

"Just about anything," Veronica answered. "You have many options, the Catholic school girl, the policewoman, the cat woman, or the harem girl. It just has to be a sexy costume that can be taken off slowly."

"Maybe I should dress like a clown, that's how I'm going to feel." Just then a gleam of material caught her eye. "What's this?" She pulled out a shining piece of white leather, and a pair of wings. 

"Oh my gosh, that's perfect. A wicked angel, it's so you. He's going to cream in his pants the minute you walk in." Veronica said as she held the costume up for inspection.

"It's very nice," Jessica admitted. The costume consisted of a white leather halter-top that laced up the front, a matching g-string trimmed in marabou, satin gloves, and of course marabou wings. "I have a hard enough time putting on lingerie, how would I ever get out of it?"

"That's why you have me for a best friend," Veronica said. "It's never easy to get out of these, and it takes time, but I can show you how to look sexy while you slip it off. We'll buy a pair of white thigh high stockings, some matching high heels, and you'll look fantastic. Trust me, with your dark hair and blue eyes, he is going to have a pile of drool under his chin." They both looked at the costume in silence for a minute.

"Hmmm, if you are sure that you can teach me how to get out of this thing gracefully, I'll buy it." She grinned at Veronica, "I'm actually starting to look forward to this. I've always had this secret exhibitionist streak in me, but I never thought I'd actually find the nerve to do this for real!" She swept the costume up into her arms and walked boldly towards the cashier. "Now let's start planning how I'll seduce Casey into giving me a night I can remember."

"I have a surprise for you,' Veronica said as she walked into Jessica's apartment. "I picked up a video, wow, maybe you don't need my help." Veronica stared as Jessica danced to the music blaring through the small apartment. "Umm, Jessie?" she called a bit louder this time.

Jessica spun around and gave a sigh of relief when she saw that it was just Veronica. She walked over to the stereo and turned it down. "I'm losing my confidence, Ronnie, I just can't seem to get the hang of it." Jessica sat down on the couch in defeat. "I love to dance, and I dance all the time, but as soon as I try to dance like I will for Casey, I trip all over myself."

"That's why I brought this over." Veronica held up the videotape. "This instructional video is guaranteed to turn any amateur into an expert stripper in just," she checked the tape, "forty five fun filled minutes. I thought we could watch it together. I've been looking for something new to spice up my sex life anyway." Veronica said with a shrug. 

"Alright, let's pop that baby in," Jessica stood up again and shook the tension out of her muscles. Soon all her fears of inadequacy left her as she and Veronica laughed aloud at the seriousness of the half naked woman on the screen. Soon enough though they were dancing their way around the furniture and plants. By the time the tape was over they were both sweaty and exhausted. "Man, I see why strippers look good, who wouldn't doing that every night. I hope Casey's happy with a ten minute strip show, because there is no way I could go as long as those girls we just saw."

"I doubt Casey will be thinking much at all after ten minutes." Veronica said. She began to say something else when the doorbell rang. "I'll grab it, I was about to leave anyway." Veronica opened the door and stared for a moment before calling very loudly, "Why hi there Casey, I haven't seen you in a little while."

"I saw you two days ago, is Jessica here?" Casey's sexy baritone asked politely.

"Yeah she's in the living room, I have to go. See you later, Casey. Bye Jessica, call me later tonight." 

"I will, bye!" Jessica looked around her apartment in dismay as she tried to straighten her leotard. Casey hardly ever stopped by her apartment unannounced. She ran over to the television and threw the video behind it as Casey walked in. "Hey Casey, what are you doing over here?"

"I just thought I'd stop by to see what you wanted to do for my birthday tomorrow night. The message you left on my voice mail was kind of confusing." Casey frowned at the awkward looking woman in front of him. "Is there something wrong? You both looked like I'd caught you doing something wrong."

"Um, no we just got finished doing our aerobics." Jessica said with a flash of inspiration. "There's nothing wrong at all, we're just tired." Then she winced. She had forgotten that Ronnie had been wearing a skirt, Casey would surely realize she was lying. 

"Oh okay, I was afraid I'd interrupted some weird ritual again," he said in relief. He had once come into the apartment Veronica shared with her brother without knocking and had interrupted a séance she had been attempting. Veronica had sworn that he had ruined it, and had only recently forgiven him for it. 

"Nothing like that," Jessica promised with a smile. "Sorry my message was so garbled. I was at work when I called. I was going to ask if you wanted to come over here tomorrow night. I could fix you some dinner and give you your present." Jessica had to fight to keep her voice from shaking. Looking at the bronze adonis in front of her she felt herself reconsidering her plan. If he was already busy she would call it off and just buy him some cufflinks for his birthday.

"That sounds perfect, Jessica." He flashed a brilliant smile at her. "I had planned on just staying home and renting a movie, but that sounds much better. Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Just your body," she winced. "I mean it's your birthday, all you have to do is show up, I'll take care of everything else."

"Sounds great, what time should I come over?" He pushed his golden hair off his face and Jessica nearly melted. "Jessie?" he prodded when she still hadn't answered his question. 

"Oh sorry, I was just going over my schedule in my head," she said with a weak smile. "Why don't you show up at seven." She took a drink from her water bottle and tried to stop imagining his body out of the tight jeans and t-shirt he wore.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow night then, oh and Jessica? You might want to try an easier aerobics routine, you're really flushed. Bye."

Jessica fell onto her couch the moment he shut the door. She really wished she'd bought that vibrator.

"Careful, Jessica, you don't want to rip those stockings, they were the only pair in stock," Veronica scolded her. She tried to look at her best friend objectively and failed. "You look like a million bucks!" She said excitedly. "I really mean it. That man would have to be full of ice to withstand this type of eye candy."

"I know, I expect him to be turned on by this outfit. I just don't know if he'll be turned on by just the outfit or also because it's me. I just hope he doesn't get mad." Jessica finished pulling up the stockings and slipped into the white pumps she had purchased.

"Why on earth would he get angry?" Veronica asked as she helped apply glitter to Jessica's body.

"Well if he thinks of me as a sister still, I can think of a lot of reasons. What I'm banking on is that this will help him realize that just because he's friends with my brothers and parents doesn't mean that I'm off limits." Jessica peered at herself in the mirror, and stepped back with a self-satisfied smile. "Oh well, even if he doesn't enjoy it, I think I will."

"That's the spirit. Put on your gloves and you are all set. Do you want me to set up the candles yet?" Veronica asked.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'm just trying to psyche myself up enough to do this." Jessica took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could do this. It would be fine. She stretched and practiced strutting around in the high heels once again. The doorbell rang. "Are all of the candles lit?" She called out nervously.

"Yes, and I set the fruit and wine on the coffee table. Do you want me to let him in?" Veronica asked quietly.

"Go ahead, open the door and tell him to enjoy the fruit. I'll be there in a moment." Jessica looked at her reflection and managed a halfhearted smile. No matter what Casey's reaction was at least she knew that she looked good. 

"Come on in. Jessica will be out in a moment. Help yourself to the goodies on the table. Bye." Veronica shut the door quietly behind her. Jessica heard the creak of leather as Casey sat down to wait.

"Happy birthday, Casey," she called out in what she hoped was a suggestive voice. She used her stereo's remote to start the music. As the first sultry notes played out she closed her eyes and gave herself a mental push. Casey was going to love her. She stepped out of her dark bedroom. She watched him blink a few times and then swallow. She gave him a wicked grin and winked. "Just sit back, enjoy the wine and watch." He just stared for a moment, then licked his lips and nodded. 

Jessica closed her eyes and just danced. She caressed her body and pretended that it was his hands that were touching her. She dipped her hand into the front of her panties and opened her eyes to see his reaction. She allowed herself a small smile as she watched his breathing get shallow. She waited until he looked up and then she brought her fingers into her mouth. He shuddered in response. Deciding it was time to get going she slowly peeled one of the long gloves off of her hand. She caressed her breasts with it for a moment before tossing it into his lap. She slipped the other glove off and bent over. Still moving in time to the music, she stroked her extended leg with the glove, slowly traveling upwards until she stopped at her upper thigh right before the stockings began. She pranced over to him this time. She dangled the glove just over his body following the line of his leg, in mimicry of her own actions. She caressed his neck with it and draped it over his head. She danced back over to the center of the room, and gave him a shy smile. 

Now it was time for the serious stuff. She grasped the laces holding her leather halter-top on and began to slowly loosen them. When she had so much cleavage showing that any sudden movement would spill her breasts out, she stopped. She carefully danced over to him and bent over, giving him an intimate and up close view. She pulled the laces out all the way. Casey's hands flexed on his slacks. An inarticulate sound escaped from his mouth. Jessica leaned forward and pressed her finger against his lips. She slipped off the top and tossed it in his lap to join the glove resting there. Now she wore nothing but the wings, panties, stockings and shoes. Way too much clothing for what she had in mind. She stood directly in front of him and slowly rolled the panties down her legs. Casey groaned and clutched her halter-top tightly. As soon as she'd gotten them over her shoes, she tossed them over to him, where he caught them like a starving man. Looking her in the eyes, he brought the g-string to his mouth and kissed it. Jessica felt a trickle of cream run down her leg and had to force herself not to miss the beat . The music was just about over, so she went ahead and stripped off the delicate wings and tossed them onto a nearby chair. Now nude except for her stockings and shoes she thrust her body in time to the final beats, as the music ended she thrust her head down and looked at him through a curtain of hair. "Happy birthday, Casey, I hope you liked your present."

Casey just stared at her in astonishment. He had known Jessica since she was eighteen years old and had never seen anything that would even hint at this tigress he was now seeing. He took a deep breath and forced himself to ask the question that had been at the back of his mind since the striptease had begun. "Was this your idea or was it Veronica's?"

Jessica hesitated for a moment. She could back out now and just blame it on Veronica. Casey would believe her and they could just fall back on their friendship probably, but the look on his face prompted her to take the risk and tell him the truth. "No, this was all my idea, I told her of course and she helped me set it up."

Casey licked his suddenly dry lips and took a chance, "Was that all of my birthday present, Jessie?" He was embarrassed to hear his voice come out scratchy and hoarse.

The desire she saw in his eyes is what decided her. "No, that's not all." Jessica walked over to him and straddled her naked body over him. "This birthday present was meant to go on all night long." She leaned over and took his mouth with hers, relishing her role as the aggressor. It didn't last long however, mere seconds later his hands covered her. 

"God, you are so beautiful," he gasped out when they parted for a breath of air. "I was going to cry if you just got dressed and acted like it was nothing. I feel like I have a steel pipe in my pants." He teased her nipples with his fingertips. "I never expected you to take it all off, I was certain you would stop after the gloves."

"Did you like my costume?" she asked as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

"It looked good on you, but I much prefer you like this, so I can get my hands on everything I want." He tore the rest of the buttons off his shirt. "You were taking too long, honey," he explained with a grin. "Kick off your shoes I want to see you as nude as the day you were born." He urged her as he rolled down her stockings. "Perfect now lie down, on the couch." He grinned when she obliged, and stripped off his slacks , which she was happy to see he wore nothing beneath. 

"Let me just look for a moment," she begged when he started to kneel beside her. He obligingly stood back up. He was such a pleasure to look at. His body was that perfectly browned color that only true outdoorsman get, and it complimented his gold hair perfectly. His body rivaled that of Michelangelo's David, in her opinion, and his package was much better, thank God. She sat up and ran her hands through the dense gold curls on his chest. "You are one truly gorgeous man. I still don't know why you didn't take that modeling contract your cousin said she'd get you."

"Because, models," he picked up a strawberry and dipped it in the bowl of chocolate sauce on the table, "don't get to eat things like this." He took a bite out of it over her stomach, causing the juices to spill onto her skin. He leaned over and offered her the rest of the strawberry. "Oops," he drawled. "I better clean up my mess"

He leaned over and began slowly teasing her skin with his tongue. Grinning up at her, he lapped up the fallen juices. Once he had gotten it all up, he moved his mouth up to her breasts. Taking the taut points of her nipples into his mouth, he bit them lightly until she cried out. "I've wanted to taste you like this for years. Ever since we went out for your birthday and you wore that slinky shirt with no bra. I watched the sway of your breasts all night. Last week too, when you wore those tight jeans with all the rips, I wanted to bend you over my desk and take you." He ran his hands down her arms and marveled at the satin texture of her skin. "None of it prepared me for the pleasure of you bare," he told her huskily.

"Don't stop," Jessica whimpered when he moved his mouth away. He quickly appeased her though by moving her onto the floor and straddling her with his muscular body before beginning the torment again. She arched into his mouth with delight. "I should have stripped for you years ago," she murmured in amazement. His laughter caused the nipple in his mouth to become even more erect. Looking at the golden expanse of skin above her she gave a sigh of delight. She ran her hands over the smooth contours of his marvelous pectorals and pinched his small brown nipples. She squealed when he bit her neck in response. When he released her she wriggled down beneath him dragging her sensitive flesh against his hard muscles. She leaned forward and licked his chest, relishing the taste of sweat and the smell that was Casey. She ran her nails down his back and shuddered in ecstasy as he nudged her wet lips with his swollen member. 




Her Birthday Suit



"Are you sure you want this?" Casey asked her suddenly. "If you have any doubts tell me and we can stop." He grimaced, "I'll need to run home and take a cold shower, but we can stop." He held his breath as waited for the response from the beautiful woman beneath him. 

"I've been waiting for this moment for years, Casey. There's no going back," with those words, she pulled him into her. Gasping at the marvelous sensation of being stretched. Casey wasn't incredibly long, but his girth made up for it, and he fit her perfectly. He pulled out and angled his next stroke to brush against her clit, and just like that she was gone. Her first orgasm seized her ferociously, and she raked her fingernails down his sides and screamed her release. 

"You're not getting off that easily," he warned her with a gasp. Grasping her creamy white thighs with his hands he pulled her down until she held all of him inside of her. He used one hand to tease the rosy point of one breast, and the other to urge her to a second climax. He felt himself drawing closer to the brink at the same time. "Come on, Jessie, I know you have more in you." Just as the words left his mouth, she came in a wild bucking climax, which brought on his own. He roared out her name as her pumped himself into her, relishing the sweaty slide of their skin as they moved in tandem. They both came to a slow shuddering halt. Casey rolled off and lay next to her in satiated silence. 

Jessica gave a purr of contentment and buried her face into his neck. "I hope you realize that as part of the birthday present you're obligated to stay the night," she warned him with a smile. She pulled a grape off the coffee table and fed it to him.

"Well, since it is a gift I suppose I better stay. I may even have to come over now and again just to show you that it was an acceptable birthday gift."

Jessica felt her heart leap at his words. Trying not to let herself hope, she turned to look at him tentatively. "Are you saying we might be able to do this again?"

Casey pulled her into a tight embrace, "What I'm saying darling, is that I'd be pretty upset if you only wanted this to be a one night fling, because I'm looking for a whole lot more." He leaned over and gently coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, stroking and twirling and kissing until he felt her tighten in desire. "I've waited far too long for this to not last for a long, long, time." He pulled her against him and showed her just what he'd been waiting for. 

Jessica jumped out of bed when she heard the doorbell, checking to make sure that it hadn't woken Casey up she ran towards the door, pulling her robe on as she went. "Hold on, she called out softly," she arrived at the door and took a moment to catch her breath. She swung it open and gave Veronica a sly smile. "Good morning."

"Well I guess I don't have to ask how last night went," Veronica smirked. "If that swollen mouth and that hickey are any indication I'd say the plan worked marvelously. I'll just be going then, I just thought I'd stop by in case anything went wrong.," she turned to leave, but stopped when Jessica caught her arm.

"Hold on just a minute," Jessica ran into the living room and gathered up her angel costume. "Here go ahead and take this, I'm not going to need it and I know you'll put it to good use." "Are you sure you're not going to need it again?" Veronica asked as she took the costume and placed it in the large tote bag she always carried.

Jessica grinned, "No, I won't need it again, as Casey explained to me, although he liked the costume, it's not really the kind of present he was hoping for." When Veronica raised her eyebrows in question she replied innocently, "All he really wanted was for me to wear my birthday suit."



Her Birthday Surprise



Note:  A story about adult sexual activity intended for adults.  Everyone in this story is over eighteen.  While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format.  The events took place prior to the epidemic of STDs and HIV virus.  Always practice safe sex. 

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Marlene's birthday was coming up and I had to have some special surprise for the occasion. Of course there would be dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, a birthday cake, and a nice gift but those were the things she always got. I needed something really special to top off her special day.

Her birthday was on Thursday so that meant no late night partying because we had to work the next day. I made reservations at The Columbia restaurant, ordered a small birthday cake, and purchased her present the week before and was all ready except the special surprise. I had to give that more thought; she loves adventures and mystery.

On Thursday morning I gave Marlene her birthday present, a framed painting by local Florida artist, Henry Gates. Henry was known for his paintings of turn of the century, back-bay Florida homes and bayous. She was thrilled and covered my face with kisses.

After work we played around in the shower then got dressed up to start our evening on the town. Marlene wore a thin, red, knit dress and sandals with straps that wrapped around her ankles. Her beautiful, perky, B cup breasts did not require a bra for support so a bra was not part of her attire; she did, however, slip into a pair of matching, red lace, bikini panties. We were set to go.

The music and our food at The Columbia were outstanding as usual; we played a little "footsie" under the table throughout our meal. Marlene was floating on air by the end of our meal and I was sure she would love the special surprise I had planned for her.

Before we left the restaurant Marlene excused herself to go to the ladies room but before leaving the table I leaned close and whispered, "Slip your panties off and bring them back to me."

She smiled and walked away. I ordered a drink and waited for her to return. When I saw her returning I quickly finished my drink and waited for my earlier request to be fulfilled. She honored my request and slipped the small, red lace fabric to me; I lifted my linen napkin to my face to conceal the bright red, lace panties as I lifted them to my nose to inhaled her aroma before quickly moving them to my pocket;I took her arm and guided her toward the door.

In the car she snuggled close and wrapped her arms around mine. My hand moved to the smooth skin between her thighs; her legs opened slightly to give me access to the thick patch of silky pubic hair hiding the juicy lips of her cunt.

She sat up and looked surprised as I pulled into the parking lot of our favorite adult theater.

"Hummm, this could be interesting." She said with a coy smile.

"What, not even popcorn for my birthday?" She said as I purchased tickets and passed right by the concession stand.

I hugged her close saying, "Your hands will be much too busy for popcorn my darlin." 

"I like the thought of that." She replied as we pushed aside the heavy curtain and stepped into the dark theater.

We stood just inside the door as we waited for our eyes to adjust to the darkness. On the large screen down front a glistening pussy was being worked on by a flickering tongue while loud moans and sighs resonated throughout the theater. My hand moved over the soft fabric of the dress covering her now panty less ass; her hand moved over the crotch of my slacks and gently squeezed my swelling cock.

There were only about a dozen people scattered around the theater. There was one man in the middle of a row near the front, and two rows behind him another man sat near the middle with a man and woman sitting behind him; everyone else was scattered from side to side and along the back rows.

"This is your special birthday surprise. See the two men sitting in front of the couple? You go down and pick a seat by one and I'll come down in a few minutes."

"Are you serious?"

"Sure, I know how you love an adventure."

Marlene gave me a quick but passionate kiss then moved slowly down the aisle. She went all the way down to the row with the guy sitting closest to the front then looked back toward the man sitting in front of the couple before making her decision. She backed up a few steps them moved into the row in front of the couple. By then I had moved down to the aisle seat two rows behind the couple.

Marlene moved to the seat beside the man, smiled at the couple behind them, and sat down.

Without acknowledging the man on her left she crossed her left leg, pulled her hem of her dress down towards her knees like a lady, and rested her hands on her legs. The stranger beside her kept turning his head to look at her then turned back to face the screen; Marlene continued to stare at the pussy being eaten on the screen.

The stranger moved his arm to the arm rest separating him from my wife; there was no doubt that he was going to make a move to touch her. Even in the dim light from the screen you could see that he was anxious about what to do.

He finally got up enough nerve to move his hand enough for his fingers to rub along the side of her covered thigh. Marlene looked at him stoically without giving him encouragement or discouragement. His fingers continued to move with short strokes along the side of her covered thigh for a few minutes before she moved her hands from her leg to her lap. Her dress, no longer held in place by her hands, slid up her thigh exposing it to the touch of the stranger's fingers.

The stranger opened his mouth to wet his dry lips and to get oxygen to his rushing brain. I was certain he was thinking, How lucky can a guy get? The scene on the screen changed to a woman's lips wrapped around the head of some guy's cock but Marlene still focused on the screen action as the stranger placed his hand on her bare thigh.

I moved down to the aisle seat on the same row and only four seats from the action going on between my wife and the stranger. The couple behind them was also paying close attention to what was going on in front of them instead of the screen. I wasn't sure how far she would let it go but it was her birthday and she had my blessing to go as far as she wanted.

As the stranger's hand got higher on her thigh Marlene uncrossed her leg and left a slight opening between her knees. The stranger took advantage of her movement and let his hand slide to the inside of her thigh. I knew he must have been truly amazed at the smoothness of her long legs; I always was.

I decided to move beside my birthday girl to enjoy her special surprise with her. The stranger's hand had to be up to her downy soft patch of pubic hair judging from the height of her dress. I reached over and slid my hand to her right thigh and opened her legs a bit more. The stranger leaned forward and looked at me as if to say, this in my territory, but I wasn't having any of it.

Marlene focusing on the new scene of an engorged cock thrusting in and out of a wet glistening pussy slipped down in her seat and opened her legs wider. The stranger quickly took advantage of her open invitation and cupped her complete cunt in his hand. Her eyes closed and her breathing increased as she let pleasure over take her body. Her nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her dress.

The center two fingers of the stranger's hand disappeared in the thick patch of pubic hair and his hand began to move up and down her pubic mound. Marlene moved each of her hands to the crotches of the two men sitting beside her; one was her husband but one was a complete stranger. 

The stranger and I both fumbled to quickly open the zippers of our pants to give Marlene fingers access to our already hard cocks. With a little effort both cocks were uncovered and her hands wrapped around them; mine cleanly circumcised the stranger's completely uncut. Her hands began to move slowly up and down both erect shafts.

I moved my hand over the smooth inside of Marlene's thigh while the stranger continued to fuck her with his hand; his fingers deep inside and the ball of his hand pressing against her vulva and clit. 

Suddenly and a hand moved across her shoulder and into the top of her dress capturing one of her nipples. I turned to look back and saw the man behind us sitting on the front of his seat with his arm across Marlene's shoulder, the lady beside him smiled at me as she massaged his crotch. I returned her smile knowing how much Marlene loved having her nipples stimulated during sex.

With one stranger playing with her rock hard, sensitive nipples another stranger finger fucking her cunt, and having two hard cocks in her hands Marlene's hips began to move slowly. Squishing sounds of her cunt being finger fucked could be heard during the pauses of the screen sounds. Soon the moans and grunts on the screen were mixed with her moans and grunts and could be heard around the theater. Her head began to sway from side to side; her hands holding the two cocks moved faster. The stranger with his fingers in her cunt increased his pace; Marlene's hips bucked faster. We were all close to one of those earth shattering orgasms.

The woman behind me had her head in her partner's lap bobbing up and down on his cock as his fingers pinched and pulled Marlene's nipples. Another man moved behind the couple and leaned forward in his seat and ran his hand up the woman's skirt. The woman did not miss a stroke on her partner's cock as she adjusted her position to give an unknown and unseen stranger access to whatever orifice he was seeking to invade.

Marlene gave up as her body was racked by spasms and let out a scream of pleasure that was somewhat masked by the sounds on the screen. I doubt that anyone in the theater mistook her sounds though. Several people applauded her success.

The stranger finger fucking my wife let out a loud sound as spurts of white liquid began to shoot out of his cock. I decided to surrender to the pressure which had built up in my balls and let go of my load of hot liquid. The first two spurts landed on the back of the seat in front of me and began to run down. The third one didn't make it as far and fell to the floor; the rest spilled over Marlene's hand.

The man behind us gently removed his hand from the top of her dress. She looked at the messy goo on her hands then moved them to her mouth and licked them clean.

Marlene patted my leg as I was putting my cock back into my pants, "It's getting late, and we need to get home." She said.

I took her panties out of my pocket and handed them to her, "You need to put these on."

She stepped into her panties from her seat then stood up pulling them up her long slender legs. Everyone behind us was treated to a nice view of her sweet ass as she adjusted them over her hips.

She turned to the people behind us who put their activities on hold as she thanked them for their assistance and wished them a great adventure. 

The evening was not over I still had a small cake with a candle at home for her. Marlene snuggled up close to me on the way home and thanked me several times for her wonderful surprise. As soon as we pulled into our carport and got out Marlene moved to the front of the car, raised the back of her dress, and then placed her hands on the hood, "Do I get a birthday fuck before the clock strikes mid-night?"

What do you think I said?"



Her Birthday Wish



"I really don't know if this is such a good idea." Although I openly displayed my concern even though I secretly couldn't wait for what was to come.

"Look you agreed that we could try this on my birthday and you didn't care where we did it. Your not gonna' change your mind now are you?" She said with a mix of dismay and excitement. 

Of course I wasn't going to change my mind I couldn't wait to begin. I was somewhat apprehensive about the location my wife had chosen. It was this hole in the wall bar on hwy 231, which, despite its size was normally pretty busy and tonight was not the exception. I did get a funny feeling about what may happen as I watched her walk in practically dragging behind her. Seeing her dressed the way she was just brought out the deep seeded animal in my sexual sole. She was dressed like a total whore. She wore a short black mini skirt that rode up her thighs as she walked and had to be continually tugged down to maintain some perception of modesty. 

I could hardly contain my wanting her as I gazed at her ample round ass when she walked. From behind she had a gorgeous hour glass figure that was slightly larger on the bottom from that great ass and thighs of hers. Her smooth, thin black skirt was just high enough to cover her fine netted thigh highs that were partially cover by knee high boots. The boots were made of patent leather and had buckles all the way up the side of them. These were only for show given the subdued black zippers that ran the length of the boots. She wore a tight fitting white snake print shirt with an open back and a low v cut front. The cleavage revealed by this shirt would have made any man nuts as they stared at her large supple 34DD breasts. 

I knew from experience what others may have wondered about them as we walked in. Her nipples were large silver dollar sized until they became stimulated as I'm sure they were then. It is a pity her hair was done up so nice she had spent nearly an hour on that and her make up. 

Glossy pink violet lip stick was surrounded by a pale base color contrasting sharply with her midnight blue eye liner. Her hair was pulled up with a few curls hanging down here and there and was a striking auburn with well defined highlights. My bride of nearly three years was truly the stuff that wet dreams were made out of. I had no clue what she had on beneath her skirt as she did not let me watch her get dressed; she said she wanted to surprise me. Being a betting man I figured the surprise was that nothing was beneath her skirt.

When my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bar I got chills as I saw nearly every man and woman turn and stare at her. The bar was as I expected. I heard many indistinct voices overpowered by a blaring juke box playing some god awful country song that she of course knew the lyrics to and shimmied to as we entered. The bar took up most of the left and center while there were about twenty tables and a small dance floor next to a stage. A small partition near the back gave way to four pool tables two of which were empty. She walked directly over to a pool table and staked her claim to it. When the waitress asked her what to drink she asked for a cactus slammer. The waitress let her know just how dank of a bar this was and told her to make another choice. "Jack and Coke please." Upon which the waitress turned to me and I ordered a Budweiser. 

"There is no going back now" I said, "once we start like you said no stopping no matter what."

"I know. Remember this was my idea now rack the balls." As I did what she asked me it appeared that her plan was already beginning to work. I casually looked around and saw that she was drawing the attention of more then a few guys and some were making their way over. She decided she would break as I figure she would. She over exaggerated her shot by arching her back and bending much further than necessary revealing to all who had a view the tops of her thigh highs along with her creamy white thighs and the bottom of her ass. You could see that she was wearing a purple of all colors, garter belt by the attachments to her thigh highs I couldn't be sure but I thought I may have seen a flash of material between her legs but I couldn't be sure. She held that pose as I walked up behind her to watch the balls break. I slipped my hand on her ass and she slowly turned and smiled at me. When I went to hit my solid balls she put her hand on the inside of my thighs and brushed her thumb near my sex. I now understood why she had wanted me to wear black slacks instead of jeans as I could feel her so much better. She then moved her hands up my backside and traced my spine through the tight black shirt. She had picked for me only two days prior. 

Just as I was really beginning to get turned on she announced her needing of the restroom. I took advantage of her absence and let the bar tender know it was her birthday and asked him to make an announcement later.

When she returned there were a three guys lingering around our pool table trying to make conversation. She was subtly flirtatious but focused most of her efforts towards me as I focused all my attention on her. She bent over to make a useless shot and revealed to all that she was indeed wearing panties. They were thin bikini cut and deep purple in color and were a sharp contrast to the white of my wife's ass cheeks that were now everybody's eye candy. That explained the garter belt's color. While doing this I positioned myself behind and off to the side so as not to hide her show. I reached out and caressed the back of her thigh just above her stocking and made my way to the crevice between her legs. I was not at all subtle about my actions and she was not at all subtle about the pleasure she was receiving from my hand. She stared at the man directly across from her as she stroked her flat stomach and her lower breast adding to her pleasure.

I quickly made a half assed shot just so she would again get in her position. This time I was directly behind her as she jutted her wonderful ass out from the recoil of her shot. Upon feeling my growing member through my slacks she shifted her ass up and down and ground my crotch. More people were gathering to watch our antics and not just men. Just then the bar tender made his announcement and pointed her out as the birthday girl, not that everyone in the place wasn't already staring anyway. That was her signal. 

She quickly turned around and dropped to her knees, undid my zipper and pulled my cock free from them. It was nearly hard already and it took little manipulation to get it fully erect to its eight inches. She began sucking me off right there for everyone to see and cupped my balls and dug a finger into the area just behind them. This show was all part of the plan. As she sucked my cock she made eye contact with two of our three new friends. She waved them over and was not turned down. She used each of her hands to undue the men's pants and release there already stiff members. The man to my right was nearly my size but about an inch shorter, the man to my left made me feel like a child again. His dick must have been ten inches long and three or four in diameter! Her eyes grew wide with anticipation as she turned her mouth's attention from me to his member. She could hardly fit the head into her mouth but she was not going to give up. After a few lubricating strokes of her mouth she went for broke only to be able to get half in her mouth. She took turns orally satisfying the three of us. 

After about six or seven minutes I grabbed her hair and yanked her up and pushed her back onto the pool table. I spread her legs and moved them her panties to the side to reveal to those who could see in the crowd that she had totally shaved her pussy. As I kneeled down to begin to eat her pussy the man with the slightly smaller penis, Steve as we learned, got up on the table and crammed his cock back into my wife mouth. Her pussy juice nearly poured out of her panties as I pushed them further to the side. I began working her bud with my tongue and easily slid two fingers into her sopping hole. I looked up to see the larger man, Paul, begin to release her breasts. In deed as I expected her nipples were rock hard and easy targets for his swirling tongue followed by his teeth. She tensed a little when he bit her left breast and roughly squeezed her other but that was overshadowed by her moans as she continued to suck Steve's member. I slowly pushed my fingers into her pussy and licked her lips and pulled them with my mouth. I made hard circles around her clit with my tongue before settling on it and sucking it seemingly pulling it far away from its hood. It took less than two minutes before her pussy clenched up and she began to climax. She moaned and tried to scream through Steve's shaft as my face was drenched by her cum but he would not allow her to release his cock. 

Although my cock had slightly softened a bit upon looking at the scene it was immediately ready for action. Watching one man cram his dick in my wife's mouth while another roughly fondled her boobs to the point it made her wince with pain and pleasure produced an instant erection. I stood up and with out her realizing it shoved my cock into her soaking wet pussy. As I pumped her for all I was worth another man from the crowd got on the table and decided he wanted some oral pleasure as well. She was happy to oblige him. Paul watched my cock slamming into her pussy and gripped her breasts at their base. This allowed me to see that despite his grip their size was such that they still moved with my thrusts. Becoming increasingly excited and annoyed at her panties getting in the way I ripped the material straight out from under her. After a few more minutes Steve was the first to blow his load. He gripped her head as he shot as far into her throat as he could causing her to gag her gag and spit he and is seed out. His subsequent shot were on her face. Seeing this sent me over the edge and I began to unload deep within her womanhood. Paul knowingly got out of the way as I decided to pull it out for a few chest and stomach shots. She greedily rubbed it in and licked her fingers. 

When I moved away Paul decided to have at her pussy. He quickly got into position before she realized what was going on and slammed his massive tool into her womb. She arched her back than quickly sat back up as his balls tapped her ass crack from him burying it all the way in. Despite her thorough lubrication from her cum and the fucking I gave her his cock seemed to pull her pussy lips inwards making them nearly disappear. Although this was noticeably uncomfortable to her I was getting turned on by it as was the third man who quickly pulled her back to the table and straddled her shoulders so she could continue to suck his dick. Paul then began to ravage her pussy. You could see her inner lips come out as her pussy clung to his huge shaft. He decided he too wanted to watch her tits bounce and ripped her shirt apart and grabbed one nipple as he squeezed the same boob with his other hand. The pounding of her pussy was making her slightly distressed so she tried to push the man away from her head. This was no use as others had gotten closer and quickly grabbed her arms and pinned them making her helpless to this sexual onslaught. Even though her head was hurting slightly from the third man fucking her face she felt another orgasm being brought on by the huge object deep inside her. Watching my wife being taken and spread out like that I began to stroke myself. Helpless to her own body's sexual desires she succumbed to an earth shattering orgasm. He held onto her garter belt to gain leverage for each of his powerful thrusts. Her pussy squeezed Paul's member as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure ripped through her but there was no stopping the double pounding she was receiving.

The man attached to the giant cock between her legs decided he wanted to go at her from a different position so he nudged the third man, James, out of the way and used his ample body strength to lift her up into the air, spin her, and bed her over the pool table. She had no time to react and was somewhat worn out by her actions so couldn't resist even if she wanted to. Once again he was jamming his cock deep with in her pussy. There was a loud slapping sound as his hips contacted her ass on every thrust. A second sound of his balls tapping her clit was also audible. He had a tight grip on her waist and pulled her into every thrust. The men from the crowd once again had her arms splayed out and in their control. Paul smacked her ass and left deep red hand prints every where he made contact. "You are such a whore!" he said. She did not reply. "YOU ARE SUCH A WHORE I SAID!" this time he grabbed her hair and pulled her back hard.

"Yes I am a whore," she was able to get out despite the position of her head and neck.

"Do you love getting fucked by me and my buddies here?"

"Yes I love it when you fuck me with that big cock of yours. Oh Oh. Please give it to me fuck me. Pound my pussy. Fuck me like the slut I …" her words were cut off as James took control of her head and again stuffed his cock into her mouth. Paul pulled out momentarily as the four men positioned her so that she was completely on the pool table with her ass high into the air. He got right back into position and proceeded to fuck her like she had never been. I looked around to see that I was not the only man stoking myself. James pulled his averaged sized prick from her mouth and shot all over her face and hair as Paul continued his relentless pursuit of an orgasm. Man that guy has stamina.

In place of James a woman appeared. About mod to late twenties with a decent sized chest. She lifted her skirt to reveal a well groomed pussy with completely shaved lips free from underwear. My lady was hesitant at first but was not given a choice as the men holding her arms pulled tight and pressed her into the awaiting folds. Watching my wife get fucked by a man that must be related to a horse while eating another woman pussy was enough to send me over the edge I came right there for a second time while Paul was still working on his first.

He then did something I never expected and that my wife wasn't wanting or ready for. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and positioned it behind her virgin asshole. She tried to move her butt away but more on lookers grabbed her ankles and held her in place. She tried to orally protest but was pushed into the ladies pussy. Her eyes made contact with mine as if saying enough while he began to insert his cock into her puckered hole. I looked back and mouthed "No matter what" after a few short stokes he was able to get it all the way in all ten inches. I couldn't believe her asshole could stretch like that. She grimaced in pain as he worked up to a steady pace but something odd began to happen. As he pumped into her it began to feel good. Soon she was moaning into the ladies trimmed muff a he surely began to rapidly pump her tight rump.

"Man your ass is sooo tight" he snorted!

"Oh yes!" she was able to say, "Fuck my ass! Fuck me good! Give it to me! Smack my ass and fuck me like the slut I am! GOD don't stop pleeeeease!" Paul was all too happy to comply. "Ungh! Oh oww! Oh yes ungh!" was all that came out as he abused her ass inside and out.

"Oh yeah bitch I'm about to cum. Where do you want it?" The men allowed her to lift her head to speak

"I don't care just keep fucking me I'm about to cum again." 

"That right take this cock you little slut. Do you like that? HUH? Like it?"

"Oh yes please oh I…Give it to me… I want your cum deep in me oooh ...I'm fixin' to…" Her head was pushed back into the lady's pussy. Paul's thrusts were getting to an all time peak in power and speed. The sound of his pounding seemed to drown out the juke box. As my wife came for a third time she clenched down and squeezed the lady's clit with her teeth and lips causing her to climax as well. Finally as all this was happening Paul finally came. The first few spurts erupted deep in her womb while the last half gallon or so it seemed splashed onto her ass and up her back. The view was that of an abused back side dripping sperm from him, myself, and her own cum down onto the pool table and down her thighs, along her thigh highs, and into her boots. 

Steve had gotten hard again and was quick to replace the worn out stud. On of the men holding her arms decided to get a little head as another man took position on her arm. After a few pumps into her pussy he too wanted to put it in her little pink hole. In no time he was cumming again. 

My wife took six more cocks that night between her ass, pussy, and her mouth. She also sucked me off for a third orgasm. We lost track of how many orgasms she had but it was well into the double digits. Just talking about it makes us instantly horny. We haven't decided yet although I know where her vote will go but we are thinking about making that a birthday tradition.