0 comments/ 39437 views/ 3 favorites Anniversary Gift By: elena It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and I was determined to give Luke the time of his life. He had been working so hard lately to pay off the steep debts that we had both accumulated as students, and our relationship (and sex life) had really suffered. It wasn't that we didn't love each other dearly: we did, but the routine of marriage, debt and bills had begun to take its toll. Every day at about 8 pm I would drive down to the accountancy firm where he worked, before returning home. I would cook dinner, after which he would fall straight asleep whilst I stayed up watching television and feeling sorry for myself. But today, I decided, would be different. Don't get the wrong impression: I'm no slut. I am usually a very conservative person. Luke and I were both virgins when we met, and we have enjoyed a loving, tender relationship for eight years. Yet I have always been concerned that I haven't been able to satisfy him in the bedroom. Our sex life is routine and unadventurous, partly due to our strictly Catholic upbringing. The day before I had bought myself the perfect outfit for my plan. I had driven to a shop that was out-of-town because I was mortally afraid some of my friends would see me buying the costume. The woman who served me had seemed very surprised at a woman wearing a full-length skirt and a buttoned-up blouse buying the kind of clothes that I had. I felt a pleasant shiver of excitement coursing through my body as I slipped into the black mini-skirt, fastening the suspenders and pulling up my stockings. The length of the skirt shocked me at first: it barely concealed my tight, round ass and the suspenders fell well below the hem-line. Yet despite my immediate embarrassment, I couldn't wait to meet Luke. My legs were toned, tanned and perfectly smooth against the shiny leather, and I knew I looked hot. Before I had planned to wear a sweater to balance out the sluttishness of the skirt, but now I felt swept up in my own sexiness. Why not go the whole way? I chose a tight white shirt from my closet that hadn't fit me since my breasts had blossomed at seventeen. Without putting on a bra, I buttoned up the shirt which stretched and tightened under the pressure of my two considerable tits. Underneath the sheer, white fabric the darker tone of my two nipples could be perceived. I was elated and excited, with butterflies in my stomach. Never before had I attempted something as outrageous as this! I couldn't wait to see the look on Luke's face. In the car, I felt a surge of power as I clamped my hands on the steering wheel and floored the accelerator. It was as if I had been transformed into a different person, my outfit had unleashed a dominating, empowered sex nymph that had lain dormant for all my life. I smiled a little as my skirt crept a little higher up my legs, exposing my long, sleek thighs. Just before I pulled up at Luke's work, I undid another button on my shirt. "Hi darling, how was your d -" Luke's sentence hung in mid-air, unfinished. A smirk laced my red lips. Luke stood statue-like, his eyes dropping from the two exposed crescents of my breasts to the suspenders that strapped my long legs. The power I had over him exhilarated me further. "Are you going to get in the car?" He suddenly shot into life, and clambered into the car, his eyes not leaving my body. "W-Where are we going?" "Just shut up and you'll soon find out." I had never spoken to him in that tone of voice before, but far from irritating him it seemed to excite him still further. I could tell that he ached for me, he needed me. His hands were folded clumsily in his lap, but his eyes were scanning my figure hungrily, my body: full of sexual promises, innuendos and desire. I was swept up in my own power. After a life of repression, I wanted to further my rebellion, to push my limits that little bit further. As we stopped at the traffic lights, I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. Free from the restriction of fabric, my breasts inflated slightly, heaving up and down with hardened nipples. I excited myself; the beauty and power of my body and its effect on Luke turned me on still further. As I accelerated, the flaps of my shirt tore away from my body, exposing my rounded breasts completely. The double rush of public exposure and my new dominating role over my husband excited me even more. Cars slowed down to catch a glimpse of me, men stared and women averted their eyes, appalled. I was desirable, I was beautiful. I stopped the car outside a popular bar and walked up to the entrance, Luke following goggle-eyed like an obedient puppy. Flinging open the doors, I entered: breasts popping out of an open shirt, wearing a leather mini-skirt and suspenders. All conversations stopped as a room-full of people stared at me in shock. Was it any surprise? I had become an embodiment of their life-long fantasies. Suddenly I could feel Luke beside me, his arm slipping around my narrow waist. He felt worried now, I could tell, he was trying to exert his protection and power over me. But I didn't need his protection, and I was the one in control now. I removed his arm and swung around to face him. "Do you want to fuck me?" A confused expression passed across his face. Two conflicting emotions consumed him: his hot, intense desire for me, and his conservative nature, his need for monogamy. To be honest, I think he was scared of my new found independence. I didn't wait for an answer, but lifted myself up onto the pool table. Shedding my shirt altogether, I could hear Luke exhale at the sight of me. Men watched my every movement with their eyes, mouths open. "Come here." He came, obediently. The blood had rushed to his head, and finally his penis was taking charge. I slipped my hand around the back of his head and pressed it to my breast, the warmth of his tongue exciting my nipples further. Parting my legs, I ripped off my underwear with my other hand exposing my wet pussy. With my other hand I parted my pussy-lips, expertly locating my clitoris and stimulating it whilst Luke played and teased my breasts. Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes as waves of pleasure rocketed through my body. My hips bucked in response to my fingers playing at my pussy. Luke too had finally shed his inhibitions and was sucking and massaging my breasts in a way he had never done before. Now I was hungry for sex, I wanted Luke with an intense desire. I had never been so turned on before. I fumbled with his zip and finally managed to pull down his trousers, exposing a throbbing, hard penis. Taking it with my hand I guided it into my pussy, groaning loudly as I felt it rub against the walls of my wet cunt. He fucked me hard and fast, cupping a hand around my ass and breasts, his face pressed up against my smooth skin. I bucked underneath his expert hands, my pussy tight and tiny in comparison to his bulging, erect cock. I orgasmed seconds before him, crying out and screaming his name in front of a room of strangers. Once he had shot his load we held each other tightly for a few moments without speaking. Everyone in the bar was still staring at us, whispering amongst themselves. I still don't think they knew what hit them, and they certainly didn't know how to react. I had surpassed myself: and discovered sexual freedom without the restraints of religion or society. Anniversary Gift She sat at the table a little restless with her legs crossed. She wore a little black dress, as that was an essential item of clothing every woman should have in her closet. Her foot bounced up and down as she looked at her watch every few minutes. She'd been waiting almost twenty minutes, already on her second glass of Chardonnay. Suddenly she saw a familiar face coming toward her and she felt the familiar pitter-patter of her heart inside her chest. She smiled at her husband as he leaned down and gave her the softest kiss. "Happy anniversary, baby," he whispered in my ear before sitting down across from her at the dimly lit, private table that she had requested. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I got held up at work, some bullshit meeting as usual," he said. "It's ok, honey, I understand but if you had been any later I would have thought you'd forgotten where our special place was," she said. She poured Shawn, her husband, a glass of wine and then held her cup out to make a toast. "Shawn, it was 7 years ago today that I married you, I made my vows before God and our families that I would love you and take care of you until we are parted by death. Today my vows are still in my heart, strong as ever. You are still my best friend, my lover, my companion for life, my love. I love you with all my heart and I hope that when we celebrate our golden anniversary that we will still look at each other like we are now, so totally in love with each other. I will love you for the rest of my life and beyond. Happy anniversary, baby." A tear escaped the corner of her eye as they touched their glasses together. He took the seat right next to her on the left and looked deep into her eyes. He reached up with his thumb and gently wiped the tear of love away. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard," he said. He leaned forward and put his hand on the back of her head. "I love you so much," he said. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then ran his lips every so softly across hers. He put more pressure on her lips and she opened them to him. He ran his tongue along the inside of her bottom lip, nipping at her lip as he went along. She moaned so softly, he wasn't sure if she even moaned. She tried to get him go give her what she wanted but he would have none of it. He moved his mouth across her rosy cheek to her ear. "After all this time, you still make me feel like a teenager," he said. He grabbed her hand and brought it down to the front of his pants. She distinctly felt the bulge growing as he said, "this is what you do to me, I want you so bad." He nibbled on her earlobe, he knows she absolutely loves it when he does that. He ran his tongue along the outline of her ear and she sighed as she started to massage him unconsciously. His breath started to get a little ragged, he wasn't sure if he could make it until they got home. "I wouldn't do that if I were you or there will be one hell of a mess in a few minutes," he said. He took her hand away and she gave a slight whimper of protest. "All in good time, my dear." He came back to her lips and delved his tongue deep in her mouth and kissed her with all the passion they had just created. She kissed him back with the same intensity as he was kissing her. She couldn't get enough of this man. "I don't want to stay here, Lisa, I want you for my dinner.," he said in a low voice. "Let's go home right now." She took off her high-heeled shoe and slid her foot up the inside of his leg. He narrowed his eyes as he looked down and watched exactly where she was aiming for. Her foot shimmied up his thigh under the tablecloth and found its destination. She felt his intake of breath as she started to rub is erection. "Who says we have to go home? Oh, did I forget to tell you? I have no underwear on.," she said. "I'll meet you in the bathroom.," he said. She giggled as she pressed her foot more firmly against him. She wiggled her toes as she felt him grow even bigger. Doing this to him always excited her, she never got tired of being proud that she can do this to him every time. She always got off knowing she can turn her man on this much. She could almost feel like her vagina was being molested as she was molesting him at this moment it was tingling so much. She could feel her juices starting to flow full force. She wanted him so much she didn't care where she had him. "I'll go first.," she said. She brought her foot down and put her shoe back on. She tried to compose herself enough to walk to the bathroom without falling on her face. She got up slowly and started to walk in the general direction of the ladies room. Before she got too far away from him, she turned back and gave him a little wink. She knew he was staring at her so she let her walk get a little sultrier. Her legs went on forever in this dress and she knew she looked good in it. Her hips swayed from side to side like a tiger, her delicious ass moved to the beat of her own drum. Her long brown hair fell down to the middle of her back in waves, she put her hands through her hair acting like it needed to be combed. She knew Sean loved her hair she wanted to do everything she could do to seduce him without anyone else knowing. She opened the door to the bathroom and looked around. No on was in there. Perfect, she thought. She shut the door behind her and went to the mirror above the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering how she got so lucky. In just a minute her husband would come in here and absolutely devour her like she was the queen of his world and no one would be the wiser. There was a small purple velvety couch in the ladies bathroom and so she settled herself down on it. A second later he came in, shut the door, locked it, turned around, found his prey and came in for the feast. She kicked her shoes off and she put one foot up on the couch. As he came to her, he had already discarded his jacket and was working on unbuttoning his shirt. She slid the hem of her dress up inch by slow inch as she watched him undress. He came to a stop at the front of the couch and she sat up. She looked up at him, then leaned forward. She made a circle with her tongue around his bellybutton. She grazed her fingertips along the sides of his stomach. He groaned quietly as little shivers went through him. She brought her hands to the front of his pants and undid his buckle. She planted little kisses across his rock hard stomach as she continued to work with her hands. She slid his belt off and threw it on the floor, then undid his pants. She pulled them down and he stepped out of them. His large erection was clearly seen through his boxers. "Is that for me?," she asked. "You better believe it, baby." She put her mouth on the protruding bulge and nibbled down the length of him. He wanted her mouth on him so he pulled his boxers down and off and put his hands behind her head. "Please put your mouth on me.," he said. She touched her mouth to the tip of him and brought it into her hot mouth. He groaned a little louder and he couldn't help but move his hips back and forth as she brought him more inside her expanding mouth. He could feel her warm, snake-like tongue on the underside of him as she moved it side to side, up and down on him. "Oh, my God," he managed to screech out. "This feels like heaven," he whispered. She used her hands to rub the base of his penis and she cupped his balls as she moved her mouth up and down on him. "Uhh, I want to be inside you, Lisa.," he croaked. He got on his knees and practically tore Lisa's dress off. She parted her legs as she sat on the edge of the couch and he kneeled in between them. He brought his hand down to her wetness and automatically put two of his fingers inside her. She arched her back and closed her eyes as the awesome sensations filled her. She spread her legs even wider to accommodate him and she leaned back on the couch. He leaned forward and brought the tip of her hardened nipple in his mouth. He sucked greedily and she moaned as he worked his fingers in and out of her. He rubbed her clit with his finger gently as he switched to the other breast. She has his head in a grip lock as he sucked on her nipple. "I can't stand this anymore, I want you inside me!," she whispered. He let go of her nipple and stared at her for a moment. Her face was flushed and her teeth were biting her pouting lip, her eyes were half-open. "My God, you're beautiful.," he said. She opened her eyes and looked at him, him looking back at her. His hand was massaging her breast. She came up on the couch and held his face between her soft hands. She brought her face to his and she kissed him, tongues meeting in unison, she wrapped her legs around his. "You make me feel beautiful.," she said to him. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and started to pump him while she teased him with bringing his tip close to the lips of her pussy. He pushed her back gently on the couch and brought her legs up a little. He came into her liquid heat with one easy push and had to be still a moment before continuing. She was so tight he swore he could've came right then but he wanted to make this moment for the both of them. He brought her legs up until her ankles rested on his shoulders. He ran his hands down the front of her legs to her thighs. He moved slowly at first, still caught in the moment. She closed her eyes a moment then started to move with him. Her breathing became faster and she said, "do me hard and fast." He needed no further persuading. He moved faster as he brought his hand down to her swollen clit, and he started to make circles around it. She brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them, moving her fingers over her nipples as he played with her clit. He pumped her hard and fast, sweat dripping off of his face onto her torso. She rubbed it on her nipples and she started biting her lip again. He new the end was near, he couldn't hold back much longer himself. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock as he continued to slam into her. She moaned every time he did so, she could feel the intensity of her orgasm building up. His fingers moving quicker on her clit almost made her mad. The orgasm she experienced was more like an out of body episode. She was certain she wasn't still alive. Wave after wave of pure pleasure flowed through her and she tried not to scream. She bit her hand hard, though loud moans escaped her. He could feel her muscles contracting around him as he thrusted, milking him, urging him to fall off the cliff with her. Her orgasm was almost contagious as he came with one last thrust. She looked at him while she felt him release his seed in her, the power of the moment brought tears to her eyes. He collapsed on her and they breathed heavily for a few minutes. She welcomed the weight of her husband, she folded her hands around his neck and she kissed the top of his head. Finally, they looked at each other then he came up and kissed her. "Happy anniversary," he whispered. She smiled. Anniversary Gift As I lay here in aftermath, my crotch still wet, but sated, I cannot help but think what a wonder Erik is. I came and came with him without him fucking me at all. That is not an unusual phenomenon; however, this time the circumstances were downright extravagant. A few weeks ago, he and I discussed our fantasies, what we thought of when we masturbated. We'd only been sleeping together a couple months, though not infrequently during that time. He told me about his peeping tom fantasy, where the girl invites him in to 'help.' I told him with no little blushing that I wanted to try out the new harness-friendly double-ended dildo I'd seen on my favorite toy website. I also told him that while I'd be content to try it out on him, I'd really love to try it with a girl. Erik, being male, threw me to the bed and fucked my brains out with the hard-on this gave him. He said nothing more about it until earlier tonight, our six month anniversary; he said, 'demi-year'. Apparently the gifts for a half of a year are silicone and leather. He handed me a box containing a brand new harness, the leather straps shiny with connecting rings and buckles, the double-ended dildo I'd lusted for, and a strawberry lollipop (which was the website's trademark gift, oddly enough). The dildo itself was a new style, the basis of its appeal. Rather than being simply straight or curved with a flared cock head at either end, it was shaped like a check mark. One end was an egg-shaped vaginal plug (for me) and, after exiting my body, it curved sharply up and forward to press against my clit and part my (shaved) pubic lips. It fit through a harness to keep it all in place, and showed as an erection. It was a lovely, ingenious bit of work. The shaft that would rub against my clit was ribbed just slightly and my panties instantly dampened thinking about it. Erik smiled at me, kissed me, and whispered how much he wanted to see me properly outfitted... but that it had to wait. Disappointed but intrigued, I sucked on the lollipop, licked it, and otherwise gave it head until Erik would relent. He has amazing control. I put the harness and dildo in the bedroom for later. Good thing it's out of sight, I thought, for while Erik turned on the stereo and flipped through the CD books to fill the disk changer, I answered the knock at the door. I didn't recognize the girl but Erik stepped up behind me and greeted her fondly. "Mandy, how great! You're here!" Not so great, I thought. Barry White crooned through the speakers and I wanted to get it on. "Amanda, this is Elise. Lise, Mandy, your second gift. Your gift of flesh." My eyebrows furrowed and I looked straight at him. "Excuse me?" "She's a friend of mine from way back. Mandy has agreed to help you try out your other present. If you agree, of course." I gave the girl a second look, soon salivating at the thought of touching her, licking her... wait, those were Erik's naughty suggestions he whispered in my ear. Not that I disagreed. Mandy was close to my age, somewhere in the indecipherable mid-twenties. She had pale brown hair with blond streaks in it that fell straight past her shoulders. She wore simple makeup on a naturally wholesome, pretty face. Innocent looking -- I wouldn't have guessed her the type to be up for sport like this. She was shorter than me, though lots of girls are being that I'm five foot eight. I would place her at five foot three or four and while she was lithe, I wouldn't have quite called her petite. Lovely, plump enough to be soft, while still slim enough to wear hip huggers to show off a captured bead ring in her navel. She had handful-sized breasts, unrestrained, pressing forth soft nipples into the fabric of her chopped off T-shirt. Very cute, overall. I felt Erik's hand squeezing my butt to remind me that, while not as utterly adorable as Mandy, I was not lacking in attractions. Tall and built, muscled and well able to climb up my six foot five inch boyfriend, I have wide hips and long legs and flexibility from yoga. My hair is a pale strawberry blond that they can't even make a dye for. It's the most feminine part of me excepting my breasts. They, according to Erik, just begged for lavish attentions. He sucked on the large pale nipples, kneaded the flesh that overflowed even his large hands, bit, marked, laced and clamped my breasts until my juices flowed down my legs whenever possible. The three of us sat down to chat a bit before we began, Mandy and myself on the sofa and Erik in the opposite chair, watching. "Mandy, what exactly did Erik tell you?" Well, blunt, but I had to know. She smiled soft, friendly. "He told me you had a fantasy about being with a girl. He thought I would suit for type and..." She faltered. Erik stepped in. "Mandy and I have known each other since freshman year at college. We've had some partners in common before. She was a friend of one of my ex-girlfriends. Mandy was invited to play with us a time or two. Eventually that girl and I broke it off, but Mandy and I kept in touch." "Just friends, mind you. I've more same-sex oriented with an open mind towards males joining in. Makes me very desirable as a third. And I enjoy it, as well." "But tonight, I didn't ask her here for a threesome. I just ask that I watch." He had a wicked glitter in his eye and I shivered. For me. She was for me to play with. I looked again at Mandy, who seemed closer than she had been. Was she shifting closer, or was I? "Never say I'm one to waste an opportunity." Still, it was hard to know where to begin. Silence followed, a bit awkward. "I'd like to see you dance together," Erik whispered, as if he was afraid we'd say no. I held out my hand to her, feeling easy with Erik in charge. She took it, her fingers soft and slim in my firm ones. Since I was taller, her arms came up around my neck and mine went around her waist like a guy's. Mandy's head came to rest on my shoulder, her breath warmly caressing my neck. I fought the urge to sweep up one hand and fondle the breasts that pressed against my body just below my own. We swayed together for a while. Once I glanced back at Erik and he rubbed the obvious bulge in his Dockers appreciatively. I smiled and nuzzled my face down into her neck. She smelled faintly of jasmine body spray. Mandy's hands slid over my shoulders and lightly, caressing, down my arms. I tightened my arms a little, pulling her close again and looked into her face. She smiled and tilted up her chin a bit. A bit awkwardly, even nervously, I leaned in for the first time to kiss a girl. Our lips touched, her breath cool on my lips and faintly minty. It wasn't much different than kissing a guy but so much softer. No stubble or chapped lips. Just fine, soft, full lips caressing mine. Very nice, I thought. Mandy ran her tongue across my lips first. My mouth opened and our tongues touched with more than a spark of interest. Our kissing had all the excitement of kissing a new lover for the first time but with an added hint of (at least for me) taboo-thrill. My left hand (nearest to Erik) slipped up to fondle one of those lovely, firm breasts (mine being two cups larger, sat heavier than hers so I could rightly admire them). Instead of an over-the shirt squeeze, though, my thumb slipped up inside her short shirt and found her bare nipple while the rest of my fingers caressed the rather exquisite globe through cotton jersey. I felt the nipple contract into a tight raspberry as I circled my thumb around it. So this is what Erik feels when his hands cover my breasts. This is how thrilling it feels. Making Erik's nipples contract was similar but there wasn't as much soft tension in the flesh surrounding his hard little beads, just flat disks of pale brown flesh that wrinkled over his pecs. I'd not realized breasts could feel so singular until I'd felt someone else's. She moaned when I moved my lips from hers to take the nipple into my mouth. I caught Erik's lazy grin out of the corner of my eye as I lifted the edge of her shirt, baring the pale pink peaks of her breasts. A quick flick of my tongue and a cool whisper of breath hardened the other nipple into a tantalizing berry before I set to work exploring and playing with the first. "I like this," I breathed, running my hand down her stomach, stopping to finger the belly button ring. "I like this too, Elise," Mandy said, deliberately misunderstanding that I meant the piercing. "You're a very sexy girl. I already want to do this again." And her hands began to unfasten my shirt buttons. Mandy let my shirt drape open, framing my pale skin with the black fabric. She ran one finger lightly down from my collarbone to the cleavage created by my emerald green bra. Just that move, coupled with the hungry look in her eyes, made my breath catch. Erik came to stand near us and slipped my shirt down and off. I heard his breath hasten as he barely touched my skin, as if he suddenly found me all the more sexy at this moment; he couldn't believe his luck. Mandy stripped off her shirt and shook out her long hair in one movement, but when I reached back to unfasten my bra, she stopped me. Her arms came around my waist, so different from a man's. They were cool and smooth, not hot and hard and muscled. Her expert fingers plucked open the hooks on my bra and pulled it off with her lips and teeth. Erik took this as well, and then moved back a bit. Mandy began to explore my breasts with her hands, one on each. One nipple she squeezed, the other she flicked with her thumb as she weighed my breast in her palm. She leaned in, nuzzling between my breasts, her hair tickling my nipples, taking in a breath of my perfume. Her hands slipped down my sides, unzipping my dress pants as she began to nip and suck at my breasts. My nipples stayed hard until she finally moved her mouth to them, the curves of my generous breasts covered in little pink love bites. I kicked off my shoes and let my pants slide down over my hips and slip to the floor. All I was left in was green lace panties and garter-less thigh-high nylons. Mandy moved back to appreciate the picture for a moment before returning to my breasts, pulling one nipple in wide-open-mouthed, suckling it with her tongue pressing it against the roof of her mouth like a baby. After she let it slip from her lips, pulling back and sucking rather firmly until it popped from her mouth, the nipple was dark red and the aureole was a deep pink. As she repeated the process, I tangled my fingers in her long hair. Her ministrations drove pulses straight between my legs until I squirmed a bit to try and press my legs together. I gasped this time when she bit the nipple hard before letting it from her grasp. She smirked at my reaction, calmly slipping her hand down over my hip. Before she could snag down my panties, I knelt down in front of her and undid the button and zipper of her jeans. I licked around her belly button and played with the ring with my tongue and I pushed the jeans off her hips. I nuzzled her belly and felt the fuzz of pubic hair beneath my chin, not panties. "Oh, you're naughtier than you appear." We disposed of her sandals and jeans but I didn't sit back to admire her nudity. Something drove me to taste her, to know the taste of a woman in a way totally different from kissing Erik after oral sex. I licked the creases where her legs joined her body, following them down to the line of hair but stopping before I touched it. I nipped at the soft flesh of her thighs where they came close together. I buried my nose in the closely trimmed dark blond hair and licked the very edge of the hidden slit. I felt her shiver and she pulled away. "I think we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom." "Yes, definitely." That was Erik. He was down to his boxers. His hard cock had found its way through the slit and was bobbing in fresh air. We went in a line to the next room, Erik's fingers snapping the top elastic of my panties. He'd managed to get them to my knees by the time we made it the seven steps into the other room. I kicked the panties off, baring my shaved pussy, then guided Mandy to sit on the edge of the king-sized bed. I put one leg up on the bed beside her and without instruction, she slipped down the nylon, stroking my thigh, my calf, kissing my knee. I switched legs, only this time my leg crossed her lap, my groin much closer to her face. She scooted forward a bit, placing a tender bite on my inner thigh. The nylon slipped off but before her tongue could do more than lap up the slightest trace of excitement from my swollen, bare lips, I moved away and gestured her back farther on the bed, to lie down. She smiled and complied, her knees parted and lifted and ready for me. I dove forward, barely noticing Erik lying beside us to watch closely, stroking his cock with a lubed hand. My tongue wasted no time parting Mandy's lightly furred lips. I delved into the slit in front of me as if she tasted of chocolate. Nibbled the lips, sucked them, stroked my tongue between them to just brush teasingly against her hidden clit. I couldn't lap up enough of her musky juices. I could taste her moans and gasps. I liked especially hearing the little pleading whimper as I touched her clit so lightly with my tongue a second time, a third time. Never having seen a clitoris so up close -- only mine in a mirror -- I examined it and lavished attention on it. I knew how tantalizing the first sweet touches felt when I was excited and loved making Mandy writhe as she felt the same pleasures. It was so lovely, the pink hood hiding its bundle of nerves that swelled and tried to push their way out. The two inner lips, so tiny, private in comparison to the outer labia, flanked the opening pooled with juices. I dove in that pool, tasting, my head swimming with desire. I fucked her with my tongue, feeling ridges and texture to the tunnel walls that pulsed and squeezed. My upper lip still pressed against the sweet clit, softening the pressure of my teeth, rubbing as, mouth wide open, my tongue invaded her time after time. Swirling my finger between my pussy lips, careful to only collect lubrication and not touch my clit, I gently probed her vulnerable and unexplored anus with a slick finger. Mandy cried out, "Oh, God, yes!" as my finger entered her ass to the second knuckle. Dizzy with accomplishment and exertion, I felt her tense, her thighs tight around my head, my tongue tight to her clit as she grabbed my hair and bowed up, nearly sitting. More juices flowed out of her, drenching my lips, flooding down over my finger in her ass and making it slick for me to fuck her with my finger. The heady scent of her was all I knew at that moment. With a little moan, she relaxed, fell back to the bed to let the pulsing surge through her body. Her grip on me with her thighs eased and she shifted up and away an inch. "That is the sexiest thing I've ever had the pleasure of seeing." I rested my head on one splayed thigh and looked at Erik. He rolled to his back beside us, cum splashed liberally over his chest. After we both rested a minute -- Mandy's eyes were still closed -- Erik got up and cleaned himself off with a wet washcloth. Then he slapped my ass with a sharp crack and told me I wasn't done yet. "Stand up, Elise." He knelt down in front of me, the harness in his hands. "Elise, turn around." This was Mandy. Now she knelt on the floor in front of me and Erik behind. As Erik started strapping and fitting the leather, Mandy began to lap at my pussy. Looking down, the sight of her head between my thighs weakened my knees more than the explosions of pleasure in my pussy. Mandy had to move while Erik tested the straps that would secure the dildo inside of me. It ran from the O-ring that would hold the dildo, down between my legs and up through my ass crack. I suspected he'd tighten it that little extra and parted my legs for it. Once he was convinced the fit was just perfect, he handed Mandy the dildo and unbuckled the strap. Her fingers slid into me instead. I put my hands on her shoulders to balance my wavering self. I'm sure she found me more than satisfactorily wet; if she'd touched my clit, I'd have come that second. While Mandy slipped the main length of the dildo through the O-ring held by three straps at the front of the harness, Erik licked at me from the back. His tongue teased my pussy's opening, swept back along and into my anus. He nibbled at my butt cheeks and helped Mandy insert the short egg-shaped end of the dildo into my channel. The third strap was soon secured and what might have been uncomfortable rubbed all the right places. My new erection bobbed and swayed as I took a couple of steps to model it for them. It pressed and rubbed inside and outside at the same time. Erik fell back with a low groan and I noticed his cock sticking straight up again. Mandy walked forward on her knees. Her fingers dug into my buttocks, brushing against the straps. Her lips and tongue found all the little nooks the straps didn't cover. She even licked the purple silicone until it gleamed with saliva. 'She's giving me head,' I thought, and each movement of her lips on my purple cock moved the shaft inside me, sending sparks of pleasure through me. She stood and I kissed her lips again while pushing her back to the bed. We stripped all the covers off and onto the floor and lay together on the cool sheets. I tongued her mouth like I was fucking her and her hands roamed over my flushed skin. She grasped the dildo and pulled it until it rubbed my clit just right. I made her stop, though. I couldn't wait to sink this cock into her. The very thought made me mad with lust. I pushed her on her back and thrust my knee between her legs. Mandy obliged me, spreading her legs, cradling my hips between her thighs. Even more than the feeling of that ribbed silicone rubbing my clit with every motion, the sensation of being held between her thighs, my breasts dangling down against hers, her hands around my waist urging me to fuck her, brought me over the edge and I cried out. I shuddered and nearly fell on top of her. She crooned softly and held me and as the intense swell lessened, I kissed her. The bonus of not being male hit me and I lifted myself to see where to put this lovely cock I'd been gifted with. She was still gloriously wet, but I nudged the head of the dildo in slowly, luxuriating in the utter magnificence of it. I watched between our bellies as it slid into that luscious pink canal, stretching the lips apart with the width of the dildo. When I masturbated, I always loved using a mirror to see my makeshift dildos enter me, fuck me. I enjoyed it no less now, watching my new erection enter Mandy. The dildo end inside me rubbed a bit as I slowly slid the length inside Mandy's slick, soft pussy. When the tip reached the end of the tunnel, the ridges against my clitoris let me know. I pulled back -- the process reversed, first the firm rub as the dildo caught in the harness then began to pull out of Mandy's pink folds, then the more gentle bumps and jostles as her heart beat, thighs clenched, and any other minute movement wiggled the silicone that connected us so intimately. I repeated the process, enjoying the feel, examining the minute details of where the dildo was rubbing her precisely, which angle worked. I shifted a bit, adjusted my thrust, then told her all the dirty little ideas streaking through my head. "I'd love to fuck you doggy style after this. I want to see that pretty ass before me, slap up against it." I reached down with one hand and squeezed a fleshy cheek. "Or should I make you ride me? Your breasts would bounce so nice." I shifted my hand. Mandy moaned as I twisted one nipple. My hips' steady movements quickened. The lovely sounds of fucking -- the squeak of the bed, the wet squelch of cock and pussy, rough breathing, (Erik's breathy 'oh god's next to us), filled the room. Anniversary Gift I slowed my movements, being deliberate again, then slid my knees up under her thighs, kneeling, legs spread and resumed my rocking motion. Nice position to watch the dildo fuck her, very nice. The position also opened my pussy wide and the dildo rocked inside me. Wetness dripped from me, made the leather slip and rub in the crease of my ass. The silicone itself was so drenched with my juices that it would have long since slipped right out of me if not for the tight harness. "I love watching it disappear inside you. God, Mandy, you have a hot pussy." I stroked her clit as I slid in and out and in again. But a new urge overtook me and I slid my hands over her spread thighs, over her knees (tickling the backs of them momentarily), down her calves until I grasped her ankles. Pausing, I repositioned her legs over my shoulders and leaned forward again until I could nearly lick Mandy's lips. The position was awkward for a few thrusts but with Erik's hand on my ass, I got the angle right and quickened the pace again. "Faster, fuck me faster!" Mandy's one hand clutched the sheets, the other above her head bracing against the headboard. I began to pound down into her upturned pussy, echoing the cries from her mouth. The dildo rubbed inside me, tormented me. I could feel the passion a man felt, the lust, the driving need to fuck as I pushed her and myself towards climax again. "Fucking you is so good. Oh god, I love to fuck you. I want to lick your pussy when you come, lick you clean, make you come again. I wanna fist your pussy so I can feel inside you, feel you tight around me. I wanna fuck your tight little ass, too.." and on until I heard Erik practically crying for me to climax, for us to come, that his dick couldn't take it. I slipped a finger down and touched Mandy's clit, slipped my finger in the juices, rubbing. My thrusts, though, became short and quick as I struggled not to lose focus on her as I fucked myself to climax. I lost the battle, shuddering and gasping, a wordless cry. Mandy was brought by my fingers on her clit more than the thrusts, but I felt her come against my fingers, her clit and surrounding pink tissue convulsing as she screamed out. Watching her flushed face relax, letting her limbs drop, feeling my own arms and legs tremble from the unaccustomed strain -- I felt enthralled again. My pussy was sated for now, but I still wanted to lick her clean. Mandy moaned softly as I dropped between her legs and started licking at her lust-coated lips. She whimpered when my tongue touched her over-sensitive clit, so I left it alone and just soothed the rest of her pussy with gentle licks. I had to rest to let my heartbeat return to normal, to let the shivers in my arms and legs cease. I moved back up her body to lie beside her, between her and Erik's hot, cum-spattered body. He was mumbling to himself. I kissed him with Mandy's taste still strong on my mouth and he groaned and pushed me away. "If I get hard again, I'll rub myself raw." I grinned at him while I unbuckled the dildo harness so I could lay down more comfortably. Mandy snuggled up close to me and I pressed up against Erik on the other side. She and I kissed each other, lazily exploring with tongues and fingers. "Can we get together again sometime?" "Oh, yes, Elise." Mandy tucked some of my hair behind one ear. "I told you when we started that I already wanted to do this again. You can fuck me anytime. Perhaps we can try some of my ideas, too." "What ideas do you have?" She told me lots of stories in sexy whispers, one having to do with the dildo in my ass, Erik in my pussy, one with the both of us ass to ass with a regular double ended dildo, one with Erik's cock straight in my pussy while she sat on his face. I heard him groan behind me on this last one. The leaning tower between his legs proved he'd been eavesdropping. "Perhaps we should try one of those ideas out right now." Anniversary Gift Married for many years my wife Sarah and I decided to celebrate our wedding day at a hotel in our old home town which we left some ten years ago. Our years together have been very happy, though of course with some ups and downs, mostly due to trivial reasons such as who has to clean the house and the like. Our sexual life however has been somewhat restricted, in first hand depending on my physical failings. With my little dick (hardly not more than 2") the possibilities for variations in the bed are few. Yet Sarah has never complained. Perhaps depending on that we met each other in our younger years. Sarah just being 16 and I 18. None of us had any sexual experience at all. We were both "virgins" up to our marriage thirty years ago. Of course I had seen her naked many times before our wedding day and had sucked and finger fucked her, but no more. I will also say that she never has made fun of or in another way ridiculed my body. Sarah has a beautiful body (even now in a more grown-up age). She takes care of herself without being a gym person. Beautiful, in my view just enough large breasts (34B) with small sensual areolas having fine protruding nipples. Her hour-glassed body makes right to the little firm tummy transitioning in a well formed pubis bone. Her bottom is firmly apple formed and very nice to take hold of. The legs are long and pleasantly feminine. Her most private body parts are delicious: Large outer lips covering the small inner ones ending in a clitoris as soft as velvet and in a narrow vagina, which can be steamy wet. She was and still is much sought after by men, if they have a chance to have a look at her beautifulness. She is namely very restrained in showing up in more dared cloths. Furthermore, our friends and acquaintances have always being hard restricted. Sarah is unwilling to admit her favorable body look and nowadays she explains that she has no demand of sex. I think she has suppressed her desire as a consequence of my capacity, which always has been bad and now is still worse at older days. Sarah would have quite another view of the sex life I think, if she had a possibility to sleep in the same bed with a "real" man. The requirement would then be that he was thoughtful in all respects, in the daily life as well as in the bed. I don't know much of her real dreams when it comes to men. However from her, at times very loud outspoken night dreams it seems that she has a certain sexual desire. When we discuss that, she emphasize that she is quite satisfied with the sexual existence/absence. It may be the fact as long as I (or anybody else) don't set her on fire. As mentioned we have discussed the matter and also if she wants sex life in another way. A few times I have proposed that Sarah ought to have a male "friend". She has strongly opposed the idea. If she wants to, she said once, where would I find him in our small town where we live today? I'm not sure that I would be able to handle the male friend situation, perhaps now but definitely not in my earlier life. My jealousy has been difficult to overcome. But I started to understand that Sarah would have felt far better of parting the bed with a nice man having the right tool. The risk is obvious that I then have lost my high loved angel. ------ As said we have decided to celebrate our thirtieth wedding day at a hotel. Returning to our old stamping area we have got an excellent small suite. A charming sized twin bed in the bedroom and a quite large living room with a sofa, a couple of chairs, a table and a mini bar. And of course a TV set. The bathroom is spacious including a tub as well as a separate shower room. Two wash basins and a toilet. The walls are covered with mirrors. From the room windows one can look down to the hotel winter garden surrounded by other parts of the hotel. At the winter garden you will find the restaurant and some bars. After having checked in and a good lunch we were around to see some of the places we had left several years ago. The memories were flowing, good as well as less pleasant ones. We were however well satisfied. I looked at Sarah furtively full of hope for a wonderful night together with her in our twin bed. The weather was not that we wished. Rain was pouring down almost the whole day. After a late dinner with excellent food we get back to the hotel. Being back in or suite we cuddled and kissed. It seemed to be a good night. It was rather noisy down at the winter garden. The music played echoed between the walls. Looking down one saw that there were rather plenty of people in the restaurant and the bars. I proposed us to go down and have a closer look at the festivities. Sarah was not on that line. She excused herself by saying that her shoulder and back of the head was paining. She has always had a weak spine and repetitive lumbagos. At last I succeeded to persuade her to follow me down. I said we could be there for a while and have something good to drink. We placed ourselves at one of the few free tables close to the bar. Sarah isn't much for alcoholic drinks but still I brought her a glass of rosé wine and for myself a glass of bear. While I was at the bar obtaining our drinks a nice younger man had asked Sarah if he could have a place at the table. As the table was seated for four Sarah found no reason to object. As said, much people were there and only a few free seats were empty. Sarah and I talked with each other about what our old places looked like today. At the same time we studied other hotel guests. Most of them seem to be there as couples but obviously there were also many singles, presumably belonging to one or another conference group. While sipping on our drinks our talk get into Sarah's tendering shoulder. She was very sad for that the pain has started just now when we were out for celebrating our wedding day. Of course our table neighbour couldn't avoid to listen to what we were talking about, though he had tried to look quite uninterested. He had a glass of brandy and was studying some documents. Obviously now he was unable to be kept away from our private talking. He introduced himself and his name was Arne (and something I didn't grasped). He told us that he was a registered physiotherapist with pained backbones as a specialty. Thus of course that made it quite evident why he was interested in my wife's bad shoulder. Arne's voice was soft masculine and his body vigorous as it becomes proper for a physiotherapist. I estimated his age to forty years and his length to be about 6', thus about 4" longer than myself. He inquired about Sarah's pained shoulder and the conversation was going on about shoulders and backbones in general. Mostly it was Sarah and Arne talking. I listened absent-minded while I observed the couples on the dance floor. My bear has made me feel for searching the men's room. Sarah I will be back in a moment I said when I went away to easy my burden. During my absence Sarah and Arne had discussed what may be done to cure pained shoulders. When I returned to the table Sarah said that Arne seems to be able to help her. I saw that she had an odd interested expression and glittered with her eyes in a way being much unusual nowadays. If it was the rosé or something else was hard to determine. Arne mentioned that he knows that there is a massage room at the eighth floor of the hotel in connection with the gym department and sauna. He proposed that we get to have a look and that he could give Sarah some massage. I was somewhat surprised at the proposal but found from the way Sarah smiled that she had nothing to object. Perhaps that's a good idea I muttered. Sarah gave me a kiss on the cheek. She was anxious to be freed from the pain she said but first she has to visit the ladies' room. Now when I was alone with Arne I took the opportunity to give him a hint about the reason to why we stayed at the hotel. Also I was rather straight forward with the fact that our sexual life hasn't been particularly extensive and that it due to my own inability mainly has become extinct. My dream I said is that Sarah at least once in her life should have the experience of a happy sexual intercourse. If he could fulfill my wish in any way I would be more than thankful I said. I told him that I didn't thought to come with them to the massage room but will wait in our hotel room till Sarah got her massage. It was good if Arne after the session followed Sarah to our room. Arne explained that he understood the situation and that he accepted. He was more than happy to be to our help! I gave him our room number. Then I also pointed out that he had to be very careful with Sarah. She was tight almost as a virgin. Sara returned and her eyes sparkled even more now. I wondered for myself which thoughts she had in her head under the grayish short cut hair. We emptied our glasses and Arne collected his documents. Just as we were to leave the restaurant I said to Sarah that I have nothing to contribute with in the massage room. Therefore I think to stay in our hotel room. Her face then got a horror-filled view. Oh no, she said, you must follow us! She glanced to Arne and said that she definitely wasn't afraid of him but that it felt strange to her to be left alone with a man she just had met. At this time of the day when the gym was closed was somewhat uncomfortable she thought. I reminded her that Arne as profession has to give pained backbones massage. Sure he will do it as a professional and of course he doesn't do anything she doesn't want him to do. After a short arguing we agreed to that I was waiting in our room till she was back from the massage room. We called the lift and I left for our room at the seventh floor. Sarah and Arne headed up to the eighth floor. ----- As I didn't follow them to the massage room I can't really know what happened there. But then, when I next morning met Arne in the breakfast room I got the following "report". Sarah wasn't with us as she slept very hard when I left our bedroom. Sarah and Arne had arrived at the gym department being quiet and deserted. They found the massage room and he asked Sarah to undress while he made up the massage table. She felt very uncomfortable in the situation and hesitated to undress her waist. She never used a bra so without her waist she should give him the full view of her tiny tits. But if he would be able to give her shoulders the massage she has to do with the waist Arne remarked. For that matter, he said, it will be good if she also get rid of her pants so that I can give all of your back a good massage too. Don't be shy! I'm used to see ladies in briefs as well as men being nude. Sarah reluctantly resigned to be almost naked. As soon as the massage table was ready laid Arne asked her to lie down on her face with the arms along her body sides. While she entered the table Arne registered her beautiful breast sexy dangled, lightly drop-shaped towards the table when she put herself right. Her briefs hided a wonderful firm bottom transferring in well shaped thighs tight squeezed together when she laid down. Before Sarah climbed the massage table he saw that she has ample outer lips defining a credible camel toe at the briefs end. Arne began the massage by making his hands carefully striking Sarah's shoulders and back of her neck. Nice and soft, back and forth during some time. Then his thumbs pressed somewhat harder against her collar-bone and cervical vertebras. He found that she suffered a bit so he continued with the more soft movements. Her face then get a mild smiling expression. She said that his hands were smooth and had a soothing effect on her body. She liked him to go on and also continue along her backbone. When doing so he find that Sarah's vertebral column was uneven and somewhat displaced close to her bottom. He told her about his finding and said that he liked to examine her backside, but if so she has to get off the briefs. Ooooh no! But if necessary do it she whispered. I want to feel your wonderful hands between my buttocks. He slowly pulled her briefs down. Her firm bottom being exposed to him. Never he had viewed such a nice back side part of a woman at her age. Immediately he began to massage her buttocks as if they were two well fermented doughs. Now he was quite sure that Sarah has got at the stage where his hands would have free admission to whole her body. Saying that he began to feel warm he asked her if she would be offended if he removed his shirt and jeans. No of course not, but just that she replied. Imagine what my husband would say if he knew that I'm laying naked while you are staying in your pants only. Arne was well aware of her husbands thoughts in a situation like this. He was also aware of his amply male tool and that it would peep out from the lower part of the pants leg if he bent aside. He returned to stay in line with Sarah's head and began once more to give her shoulders a soft massage. He stood with his legs wide apart at the right hand side of Sarah. Her face was in the same direction. She immediately noticed his fabulous long cock, the head of which being just visible below the pants leg. Oh what a real man you are, she cried with an admiring voice! I have never seen anything like that! His cock was grown harder now. In an attempt to hide the fact that he want to take her he moved down to her feet and began to give them the same soft massage as he previously had given to her back. Carefully not to tickle her, his hands walked slowly over her foot soles and around each one of her toes. First for the right foot and then for the left one. After a while he continued with lengthy gentle caressing strokes over the calves, past her knees and along the thighs. His hands went up and down just close to her crotch without brushing against her private parts. So he did for a good while and he heard Sarah's ever quicker breathings. His cock was now still harder and raised upwards poking for leaving the pants. Deliberately or not Sarah parted her legs such that the outer pussy lips were fully shown. Then his fingers went on stroking the slits between the lips and the thighs a couple of times. Suddenly he stopped and asked her what she thought and if she wants him to carry on. Obviously Sarah was completely confused not knowing how to deal with the situation. After a moment she confessed her vacillation. I'm married and deeply in love with my husband Thomas. How will he take it if he got to know? We have always being true to each other. I don't want him to leave me. Arne asked her if she and Thomas never had discussed a situation where she was in bed with another man? Well we have, she admitted, but only hypothetically. Thomas is very jealous and I don't know if he can take it. After some delay she seemed to have made up her mind. My body has since long being in vain for a sexual satisfaction! Arne, I cannot resist your soft hands, your carefulness and the manhood of yours. I'm so horny! Looking at your hard cock tenting inside your pants I want you at any price. She turned to lie on her back, spread her legs wide apart and showed up her pussy and the pubic bone covered by thin grayish hair. Arne let his pants fall to the floor. His cock got free and stood right out in all its 7" length and thickness. Ooooh help! Cried Sarah with delight. She immediately catch the shaft and jerked his cock with both hands slowly up and down. The foreskin alternatively covered and left the cock head naked. Arne placed himself in a 69 position above Sarah and both sucked with deep drafts the intimate parts of each other. He heard her gasp of satisfaction ending in an orgasm. He was also close to a release but withdraw from her mouth in time just before. He changed his position such that he has a good view of her lovely pussy from below. It shows up a candy pink of intimate flesh. He separated her inner pussy lips and found to his astonishment that her vagina opening was very tight. He cautiously inserted his forefinger. She made a sound of pain at the same time as her face expressed a great deal of happiness. He really recognized how tight she was. For shore she hasn't made love during the last couple of years. As Thomas has told him Arne also knew that she never had beard a child. When turning the inner pussy lips aside he found her clit in an erected fashion. It was more or less similar to a little pink head of a dick, Very sensitive when he gave it a careful stroke. He sucked and licked her pussy in connection with introducing two fingers in the cunt. Sarah reacted immediately. She moaned and soon she shouted: Oooh dear, it feels so good! I'm coming! Her whole body shivered and arched for an orgasm of a force she previously never had experienced. Arne gave her a short time for recover before he slowly and thoughtfully pointed his hard cock against her wet pussy. With slow movements his cock found the way inside her cunt and played back and forth within the steamy wet environment. The cock was pushed further and further in her till it was completely engulfed in the cunt. His balls rhythmically hit her crotch with each stroke sounding as a slap. The pace began to be faster and faster. Sarah responded with corresponding back-pressure. The activity reached its climax when she suddenly screamed: Arne, Arne how wonderful gooood! Her second, or was it her third orgasm absorbed the whole of her consciousness of time and room. Also Arne attained the boundary. He shot his semen in several batches deep into her, well directed against her cervix and uterus, which however at her age has no use thereof. They were completely exhausted. For a short while Sarah intensely enjoyed the adventure. But suddenly she realized what really had happened. She told Arne that she feared her marriage would be finished when Thomas became aware of the truth. She also realized that she and Arne had been in the massage room fore more than an hour and a half. When Thomas left the elevator she had told him that sure she will be back in the hotel room within half an hour. They dressed. Arne asked almost shamed if he could keep Sarah's briefs as a memory of one of the most happy and delightful events in his life. She gave them to him and kissed him tenderly on his lips. The only kiss exchanged between them this night. Then they left the massage room, called the elevator and headed for floor 7. Arne escorted her to the room number he had got. Sarah opened the door and entered the room. ----- Inside the room Sarah found me sitting in the sofa in front of the TV showing a senseless boring program. What a long time you been away! What happened? Sarah's reply was long in coming. I didn't really know, everything just only came to be she whispered with tears in her eyes. I understand I said when looking at her ruffled hair and rosy cheeks. I asked her to take a seat on the sofa next to me and tell me. I cannot tell you just now she said but sat down close to me. I kissed her deeply for a long time. Unbuttoned her waist and trousers. Found that she lacked her briefs. My little dick got hard and I continued to kissing her, now more excited than before. I whispered in her ear how much I really loved her. I kissed her nipples and in spite of her strong opposition I continued down her body. Past her belly and pubic bone to end up at her pussy. When kissing and licking her pussy lips I felt the taste of her nice pussy cream spiced with an unknown adding of foreign sperm. Sarah wept! For happiness or? After a while she went for having a shower and we prepared for the night. She was completely fogged out and at once felt into a deep sleep close to me in the lovely twin bed. Anniversary Gift I had difficult getting to sleep. Of course I understood what had happened up there in the massage room. I felt pain, jealousy and happiness at the same time. Pain and jealousy as it was Arne and not myself to be able to satisfy Sarah. Happiness for Sarah who had the fortune to take part in what I think she farthest in wanted. Later in the night Sarah had a restless sleep. She talked with high voice in her sleep. Several time she shouted: Arne not in that way! What will Thomas say? Oh it feels so good! Finally she returned to a more quiet sleep with peaceful breathing interrupted with some grasping. At last I also fall asleep. I woke up at about six o'clock. Sarah still was deep asleep. She didn't notice when I left the bed for making my morning toilet. I thought it best to let her sleeping. As the breakfast room was to open at half past six and I was hungry I headed down. Perhaps I would be lucky to find Arne there. He had mentioned that he was to leave the hotel early in the morning. Quite right, there he was! I walked up to his table and asked if I was allowed to sit down. Of course, you are most welcome! What a wonderful wife you have! Yes I know. I love her more than ever I said with emphasis. What a pity that I couldn't make her quite as lucky as you obviously succeeded to do last night. I want you to tell me how you made her to reach that point. She has mentioned your name several times in her dreams. I understand her happiness. Can you give me a somewhat full description of how the massage proceeded? The Arne told me as mentioned above. ------ When finished his report I was speechless. Arne asked if he had hurt me or if he had gone too far? I only quietly replied that the outcome was just the one I had hoped for. The real good was that Sarah had been lucky at least once in her lifetime. We went on talking about the day to come. Arne was to leave for his wife Liza and their children. I couldn't restrain my question if he was to tell her about the session of yesterday night. He looked me straight in the eye and said that certainly he would tell her. They had no secrets to each other. The fact is he said, they are swingers and are members of the local swinger club. He thought that Liza had visited the club when he was away. There had been a night for single ladies yesterday with the opportunity to stay with some lucky guys. Suddenly I got an idea and asked Arne if he was in a hurry to leave? No, not at all, it is still rather early in the morning he said. Oh if you don't mind I want you to embrace Sarah once more before you leave the hotel. I explained that Sarah still was asleep when I hurried down for breakfast. Perhaps she is still asleep, perhaps she is awaken and is wondering where I had gone. In any case my idea was: You are coming along with me to Sarah's and my room. I let you in. You undress yourself completely nude. You walk up to Sarah if she still is in bed or wait for her if she would be in the bathroom. I think she will be much surprised to see you there, but most probably she will be more than happy. Give her a kiss from me and make her lucky once more. Perhaps I will stay quite inside the room door for a minute or two listening to the outcome of the introduction scene. Then I will walk away and be back, say after two hours. Is it OK with you Arne? Yes, it will be really nice to meet her once again. I feel a great admiration for your reliance on your wife! You may miss her now when you have awaken her hot feelings. We headed up by the elevator and walked to the hotel room. I let Arne in. Sarah obviously was in the shower but had heard the room door being opened. Is it you Thomas? Where have you been? You haven't abandoned me for my escapade last night, have you? I answered with a loud voice, while Arne was done with his cloths, no I will never abandon you! Arne went inside just as Sarah stepped out from the bathroom. I think she first got a chock looking at Arne, but almost at once she shouted: Oh my god! How did you come here? Where is Thomas? Of the sounds from inside the room I understood that Arne then hugged and kissed her without any further explanation. I went away. Closed the door as quiet as possible. ----- After some two hours I was back to our hotel room. Went inside and found Sarah laying in the twin bed. She rushed up in all her nudity. Hugged me and cried: Thank you, my most dear husband! That was really the most beautiful anniversary gift you gave to me. I will remember it for ever. I love you deeply and will never be separated from you. She kissed me in a way uncommon nowadays. Her tongue searched for mine. Found it and nagged it furiously. You are the most lovely man on earth she said. I felt a bright fire of happiness in my breast and responded with kissing her. I also confirmed to her how much I really loved her. ------- The day after that we left the hotel for our home. We never talked about what had happened. I don't know how she handled the situation neither in the massage room nor in our hotel room. END Anniversary Gift Ron thought long and hard about what he was about to do. He knew he was taking a big risk, but he felt that he knew his wife well enough to chance it. He was sure that if she knew his reasons for doing it, that she would understand. Ron reviewed his plan and checked his “things to do list” for what seemed to be the hundredth time. It was early November, and in two short weeks it would be Ron and Cherry’s ten year anniversary. Ron wanted to surprise his wife with something very special, something she would remember for many years to come. To accomplish this all Ron needed a good plan and a little help from an old and trusted friend. Ron and Steve grew up together as kids, and were even roommates in college. Steve got a job right after college and moved to another city. Ron returned to his home town, got a job and met Cherry. Steve and Cherry met for the first time on the day she and Ron married, and once more about six years later when business brought Steve to town for a few days. When Ron called Steve and told him about his idea for Cherry’s anniversary gift, Steve was eager to help. He even contributed a few good ideas to help make the plan work more smoothly. On the day before his anniversary Ron called Steve to do a final check on the plans they made for the event. They went through their plan step by step. Steve was to show up at Ron’s house at exactly 9 P.M. He was to wait by the front door and not make a sound until Ron opened it. They had even planned for an excuse if Cherry opened the door instead. At exactly 9 P.M. of the big night, Steve arrived as promised. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to stay there long, because it was getting cold. Inside the house it was warm. Ron turned up the thermostat before they left for the restaurant. He wanted them to return from their night out to a warm house so that Cherry wouldn’t feel the need for warm clothing when she got home. Dinner went perfectly. The seafood was wonderful, and the wine even better. Ron ordered an expensive bottle of wine. The wine was perfect. Ron told Cherry to “drink up and not waste any”. Cherry thought that $87 dollars was a bit too much for a bottle of wine, but she liked that Ron was going all out for their anniversary. It made her feel special. Ron didn’t drink much because he was driving. Cherry enjoyed the wine and by the time dinner was finished, so was the wine. They returned to their home at 8:50 p.m. and Ron told Cherry that their evening was not through yet, and there was more to come. He told her take a quick shower and then open her anniversary present and try it on. Ron bought her a sexy nightgown that was short, pink, and very sheer. He included in the box a pair of fur lined handcuffs and a black velvet blindfold. Cherry kissed Ron for the gifts, then Ron hurried her off to the shower. Ron watched as she let the water warm and finally climbed into the shower. The shower was part of the plan. It was designed to distract her long enough to execute the plan’s second phase. He waited for a moment after Cherry entered the shower then rushed to the front door and quickly let Steve in. As they had previously planned, Steve went directly to the den where he was to wait for a signal from Ron. Ron went back to the bathroom and peeked in as Cherry was just turning off the shower. “Want another drink?” he asked. “I don’t know, I think I have had enough. I feel pretty tipsy as it is.” “I just wanted us to have one more toast to our anniversary.” Cherry thought for a moment as she dried her legs. “OK, why not. I am sure glad I don’t have to go to work tomorrow”, she said. On his way to the kitchen Ron stopped in the living room and lit their gas fireplace. He wanted to create romantic mood in the room. Ron went to the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of Tequila and poured a shot for each of them. Cherry came into the kitchen wearing the nightgown and holding the blindfold and a pair of handcuffs in her hands. “Tequila? I thought you were going to pour some wine”. “Tequila is our drink. Remember our wedding night?” “What else did you have planned for this evening?” she asked with a grin. “Come into the living room and I will show you.” Cherry followed Ron into the living room and noticed the fire. “This is nice”, she said. “I am glad you like it. I chopped the logs myself”, Ron said. “It’s a gas fireplace” Cherry replied. “I made the gas too” Ron grinned. “I don’t want to know about that part of it… So what else do you have planned for this evening?” Cherry asked as she took her shot glass from Ron. Ron kissed Cherry sweetly and said, “Let’s do this shot and then I will show you.” Ron motioned to the large rug in front of the fireplace and Cherry sat down. Ron turned off the lights in the kitchen so there was only the light from the fire. Cherry drank her Tequila and Ron poured her another one. Cherry felt the cumulative effects of the alcohol and was feeling pretty playful. She began to tease Ron. She got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass a little. Ron watched her and liked what he saw. Cherry’s body was back lit by the fire. He could see the sexy outline of his wife’s body as she posed for him in a very inviting fashion. After ten years of marriage she still looked great. “Is this how you want me?” she asked playfully. Ron had planned this night carefully and knew just how he wanted her to be. “Almost”, he replied. “Almost?” she asked. “Here, let me show you”. Ron pulled an over stuffed hassock close to Cherry and helped her put her blindfold on. He held her body next to his and kissed her neck and shoulders as his hands fondled her breasts. Cherry responded instantly by moaning softly and breathing heavily. “Damn that feels so good”, she said. Ron’s hand reached down to Cherry’s neatly trimmed pussy and began massaging the opening. Cherry’s breathing increased as Ron slipped a finger into her pussy. Cherry’s moaning got louder. “Oh fuck yes. That feels so good… Oh sweetheart I’m cumming!” Cherry’s body shook with her orgasm while Ron encompassed her in his arms. Ron bent Cherry down so that her head and shoulders rested on the hassock and her knees were on the rug. Cherrie’s tits hung down and looked so inviting. Ron cupped one of them in his hand for a moment as his eyes scanned the scene that he had so carefully created. Ron loved how totally vulnerable his wife looked in that position. Her bare ass looked so sexy sticking out from the bottom of her nightgown. “I’m going to handcuff your hands behind your back so you can’t escape me”, Ron said. “Believe me, I am not going to try to escape. I am enjoying this too much.” Ron cuffed her hands behind her back. From the sofa behind him he produced a wide nylon strap which he slid under the hassock and used it to hold Cherry down against the hassock. Cherry giggled and got into the part of the bound captive by taunting Ron that he better tie her up good so she can’t get away. Cherry never realized just how helpless she really was at that moment. He knew it would be nearly impossible for her to sit up from this position. Ron stood and walked over to the stereo and turned on some soft music, then quickly got undressed. Steve was watching all of this from the doorway into the den and knew that this was his cue to get undressed also. The music would mask any noise that he might make. Steve had been watching from the doorway and was enjoying the sight of Cherry dressed so sexy while not knowing he was there. Ron got his clothes off, bent down and caressed Cherry’s body in several places. Steve had his clothes off and was watching the scene again from the doorway. Ron looked over at Steve and smiled. He noticed that Steve’s cock was already getting hard from watching. Steve was always very popular with the girls and Ron found out why one afternoon, when he walked in on Steve and a girl having sex in their college dorm room. Ron saw Steve’s cock fully erect for the first time and was surprised by it’s size. It looked to be a full 9” long and it was very thick. Ron thought about this as he pressed the head of his cock up to the entrance of Cherry’s sopping wet pussy and slid it in easily. He knew that the wine and the romantic atmosphere would loosen her up quickly. He knew it would be easy to convince her to put on the blindfold and handcuffs, because they had played around with tying her up in the past and Cherry liked the idea of being restrained. Ron’s cock started pumping slowly in and out of her pussy as his hands held onto her hips. Cherry immediately voiced her approval by saying: “Oh yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” Ron fucked her harder and faster as she requested, but he knew he couldn’t hold off his own orgasm much longer at this pace. Ron was never able to last very long without cuming. He and Cherry tried many different things to make him last longer, but with no success. Ron usually gave her a lot of foreplay and finished up with him cuming within 1 minute of entering her. Tonight was no different and soon he felt his cock squirting into her. Cherry felt it too, she had hoped that he would last for a little longer. She was so horny and needed a lot more. She was hoping that for this night especially, things would be different. Ron told Cherry not to move, because he was not finished with her yet. Cherry was surprised by this but was anxious to see what was next. Ron told her that he was going to get a towel and for her not to move. Ron walked to the den where Steve was hidden and retrieved a towel that he had put there earlier. Instead of walking back into the living room, Ron stayed at the doorway and watched as Steve walked over to Cherry and kneeled behind her. Without a word he pressed the head of his cock to the opening of her pussy and began to push it into her waiting pussy. To Ron, Cherry’s pussy felt a little loose when he finished fucking her, but to Steve she felt tight. He pushed his cock in about two inches and pulled it back out. He did this a few times because he wanted to lubricate his cock with her juices to make sure it would go in easily. Cherry felt the head of his cock enter and knew immediately that this was not Ron’s cock. She thought that he must have bought one of those strap on cocks, for men who couldn’t get it up. Cherry appreciated the fact that Ron would do this for her. She knew how much of a blow to his ego it was for him to prematurely cum every time they had sex. Ron watched intently as Steve slid his cock into her pussy. He got it in about half way, stopped and slid it back out a few inches. Cherry gasped with surprised, and asked: “My god Ron, what is that?” Ron moved in behind Steve and lowered his head near Steve’s and asked: “Do you like it?” “Damn it’s big!” Ron knew that his timing was perfect, Cherry’s voice was slurred from the alcohol and he knew that it would be easier to make the plan work if she was drunk. Ron moved back and Steve started sliding his cock in and out of her. Cherry’s pussy was opening up and making it easier for him to get it deeper into her. “Ron, what…..” Cherry’s voice stopped in mid sentence. She suddenly realized that this was not a sex toy. Steve sensed that she had figured them out and decided to go for it. He pushed his cock into her pussy until it’s entire 9” length filled her. Cherry gasped again and then her whole body went rigid. Both Ron and Steve wondered what would happen next. A loud moan came from Cherry as her body continued to shake. “Oh shit!…..Shit!” she said loudly. Cherry had no warning about it, her orgasm overtook her in a flash causing her body to freeze up and begin to shake. “Oh shit!!!” she yelled as her body relaxed for a moment, then was rocked by a series of powerful spasms. Steve started to pump his cock in and out of her as her body continued to be bound tightly to the hassock. Her orgasms came frequently as she repeatedly moaned and cried out from pleasure. Steve showed amazing stamina and kept on fucking Cherry, never letting her catch her breath. Ron was caught by surprise at how long Steve lasted. Steve finally shot his cum into her and Cherry screamed louder as her body once again shook with pleasure. Steve drove his cock deep as he delivered his load of cum into her pussy. After his orgasm subsided, he started fucking her again. This was met with more moaning and screaming from Cherry, who by now had totally lost control of herself. Ron wondered how much of this could be heard by the neighbors. To Cherry, it felt like one long orgasm had seized her and not let go. She lost all sense of time and did not know how long Steve fucked her or how many times she cum. She was totally lost in her own personal wave of intense pleasure. When Steve shot his second load of cum into her, Cherry’s body was spent. Steve fucked her for a little longer, then got up without a word and left to get dressed and make a hasty exit. Ron kneeled down and caressed his wife. He could still feel her body trembling slightly as he ran his hands across her soft skin. “I love you Cherry”, he whispered in her ear. “I love you too”, her voice was barely audible. Ron looked up as Steve slipped out the front door. A glance at the clock told him it was 1:35 am. “How do you feel?” Ron asked her. “I am not sure yet”, she replied. Ron untied her, unfastened the handcuffs and raised her to her knees. Cherry pulled off her blindfold. Her body wavered for a moment, and then she looked at her husband. “What just happened here?” she asked. Ron wasn’t very sure of himself at this moment. Cherry had a temper with a pretty short fuse, so he knew that if she was angry with him he would find out very soon. “My anniversary present to the woman I love”, Ron replied. Cherry thought about this for a moment and smiled at him. “Who was it? Was it someone I know?” “Did you like it?”, he asked. Cherry thought about how to answer her husband without hurting his male ego. “I wanted this to be the best sexual experience of your life. I wanted to give it to you, if not directly from me, then by proxy.” Cherry thought about this for a moment. For her husband to love her so much that he found someone to fuck her in a way that he knew he never could was a very special gift indeed. She thought about the car cover that she got him for his anniversary present. After receiving her gift, she thought that she should have instead given him the whole damned car instead. “Did you watch?” she asked. “Yes I did. I wanted to see you really enjoy yourself.” “Did you enjoy watching another man fuck me?” “I wasn’t totally sure about it at first, but it made me pretty excited when I watched you two together.” “Who was he?” “You are evading my question.” “What question?” “Did you like it”? “Did I like it?” Cherry let out a moan, “what do you think. God it was incredible!” “Really?” “Yes! Hell yes! It was wonderful, incredible, amazing.” Cherry stopped for a moment thinking that she had said too much and didn’t want to hurt Ron’s ego by telling him that she just had the best fuck of her life. “Did you think I was just faking?” “No, I knew you enjoyed it, I guess I just wanted to know how much you liked it….Honestly.” “Honestly?” “Yes” Ron replied. “I never knew sex could feel that way….That intense and overwhelming. I have never felt that way in my life.” Cherry looked at Ron for a moment searching for a sign from him that it was all right for her to have enjoyed it so much. Ron looked at her and smiled. “Good…. That’s what I was hoping for. I wanted it to be like that for you. That’s what this effort was all about. I wanted to give you the best fuck of your life.” “Thank you,” Cherry smiled and then kissed him. Ron finally felt relief. Cherry clearly enjoyed his gift and was not angry about his deception. “OK, so who was it?”, Cherry asked. “I’m not telling.” “Why not?” “Are you kidding? I saw how good he was at fucking you. I don’t want to risk loosing you to him.” “You don’t have to worry about that, I love you and would never leave you. I just want to know, if there is going to be one of our male friends looking at me a little differently and I won’t know who he is. It’s kind of weird, don’t you think?” “His identity will just have to remain my secret. It’s better that way.” “Did you really like watching him fuck me?” “I jerked off while he was fucking you” Ron admitted. “I’m glad you enjoyed it too. Tell me, was this just a one time thing, or are you planning to surprise me with this again some night?” I don’t know, did you want to do it again some time?” “I would like it if you got pleasure from it too.” “I think I would enjoy seeing something like this evening happen again in the future.” Ron answered. “Good, so how should we refer to this mystery man, as the “guest fucker”, or the “mystery cock”? Ron and Cherry laughed for a few moments and then lay down together on the rug. Ron kissed her passionately for a few moments before he felt his cock getting hard again. Cherry felt it grow too and presently rolled Ron onto his back and sucked him until he cum once again. Ron thought to himself about how pleased he was that his plan went so well, and much he enjoyed it all. He decided that his friend would have to visit them again someday for another special occasion. Let’s see, Cherry had a birthday in January, and there was Valentines day in February… The End. Anniversary Gift My wife and I will soon be celebrating our 7th anniversary. For weeks, I've tried to decide on the perfect gift for the woman who has tolerated me for over a decade. I sit alone in my office, hands clasped behind my head as I ponder this important event in our lives. Closing my eyes, I envision my wife. Her petite frame, her big spirited eyes sparkle with a childlike curiosity. I know she'll love any thing I do for our anniversary but that makes me want to find the perfect gift for her all the more; something she'll never expect in a million years. Kicking my feet up on the desk, I lay back and enjoy the visions of her tanning in my mind. Her body glistens from the oils and drops of water slowly roll from her D-cup breasts down her stomach coming to rest at her belly button. She turns me on so much that the mere thought of her gives me a throbbing erection. 'I've got it! The perfect gift she'll never expect.' I spend the next few hours thinking of how to pull it off then I get started on my plan. Taking out a pen, I make a quick list of the items I'll need: 1. Her little book of internet friends 2. A sitter for the weekend. 3. How to plans. 4. Batteries The day of our anniversary, I was called out of town, throwing my how to plans off completely. She was very cool about it saying, "We'll have all weekend. It's okay." My meeting only took a few hours, leaving me the rest of the day to set things up. An hour before she expected me home, I called home, "Hon, I'll be there in an hour." "Ok! I'll have dinner ready." she responds in a cheerful voice. "No. Don't do that, I'll bring dinner." "Cool! Thanks. So I'll see you in an hour then?" "Yes. But in an hour you need to be in the bed wearing the blindfold." "Excuse me.," she replies with a giggle. "You heard me right. Do what I said. I have a surprise for you." "Ok you pervert. I'll be in the bed, wearing a blindfold in an hour. Anything else?" she says, her huge smile obvious through the air waves. "Yes," I replied. "Also have on a smile." I hung up the phone quickly before she could ask any other questions. ***** At the house***** Arriving at home, I sneak inside to make sure she's in 'position'. I bribe the dog with leftovers from lunch to quiet him then make my way across the porch to the back door. Pushing the door open slowly so that it won't squeak, I step in the doorway. Her gift steps into the dark room behind me. I begin to push the door closed as quiet as it opened. Slowly, the door gets closer and closer to the frame. I'm convinced we'll be able to sneak in undetected. Just then the door lets out a very loud groan. "Honey, Is that you?" she calls blindly from the bedroom. "Yes. Are you ready?" I call back. "Um, I think so" she said with excitement in her voice. Quietly, I made my way to the bedroom with her gift. I leave her gift in the doorway as I perfect the situation. My wife lay quietly and still on the bed. The sheet thinly draped across her breasts and midsection. She has candles lit every where and he room reeks of various plums, melons and breezes. The flickering light from the candles makes her exposed skin glow. Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, I lean over and kiss her. "Happy Anniversary." She smiles back and returns the greeting. "Lie still, ok?" She nods and I quickly begin tying her hands to the bed with my ties. She doesn't fight me; she just lies there with her blind folded face looking my way. I kiss her gently on the lips again then lift my weight off the bed and onto my shaking legs. I watch as her head moves from side to side as if she's trying to see what's going on in the room around her. I motion to her gift in the hallway to enter. He pauses a moment in the doorway gazing upon the beautiful woman that lies before us. He licks his lips in anticipation and makes nervous gestures with his hands; rubbing them together, adjusting his shirt, tugging at his tie. Even tied up and blindfolded, this tiny sexy woman is intimidating to even the biggest of men. I watch quietly as her 'gift' moves from the doorway to the bed. His tall 6' frame blocks the light from most of the candles. I can't help but hope I've made the right decision. My stomach becomes tied in knots as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. He touches her foot; she jumps slightly, turning her head in his direction. "Hello.," she whispers to him. I motion for him to stay quiet. He nods in agreement. ***** For Her ***** His hand runs slowly up her leg to her thigh as he takes a more comfortable position straddling her feet. I nod to him giving him permission to go. He cups her breast in his hand; her chest rises to meet him. Her long sexy neck exposed, he leans up to nibble while his hands fondle her breasts. His nibbles trace down her neck to her now erect nipples. He kisses the undersides of her breasts while holding them gently in his hands as if they may break. As he goes lower and lower, his hands follow the curves of her body, pausing at her tiny waist. He looks up to me as if asking for approval. I gaze for a moment at my wife's exposed naked body, his face inches above her pubic area. My palms sweat, my stomach aches yet my swelling cock is pressing against my zipper screaming to be let out. I'm torn between sexual excitement and jealous rage. Again, I nod and watch as he looks down at her stomach as he begins to lower himself between her legs. Her gift uses his large hands to spread her legs. He slides between them, running them between the bed and her body. She reacts by arching her back. His hands use the small of her back as leverage, pulling her an inch or so down the bed towards his face. Still and quiet, with the exception of a few minor moans, she accepts her gift without hesitation. The knots in my stomach become tighter and tighter as my cock grows harder and thicker. Her gift begins to kiss the inside of her thighs, inches from her shaved lips. Teasing her for several minutes in this way, he uses his hands to lift her ass off the bed a few inches and begins to slowly lick up and down, his head rising and falling between her legs. I'm pleased to see his gentle way with my wife and how comfortable she appears to be. My cock begins to push against my belt. My tension towards the situation quickly changes to a strong sexual desire to be with my wife. I want to be where he is. He finds her clit with his tongue and starts twirling and sucking it softly. My wife pulls her feet beneath her, using them to hold the weight of her body, freeing the hands of her gift for different purposes. Her pelvis rises and falls opposite of his tongue. I watch as he adjusts his own bulge in his pants. I quietly reach into the drawer by the bed. Handing the gift one of her 'toys', I excuse myself a moment and exit to the bathroom. Listening to the two in the other room, their soft moans, occasional moist sounds, causes my dick to become extremely hard. I loosen my belt and unfasten my slacks allowing them to fall to the floor. I wrap my hand around my swollen member, feeling confident with its size and girth. I return to the bedroom to light a cigarette. My wife hears the lighter. "Ah ha!" says my wife, turning her face towards the sound, "There are two of you." It's a good thing I tied her up. She would be able to take off the blind fold and see who I brought. I motion for her gift to move for a moment. I quickly take his place between her legs and move up her body to kiss her. "Don't worry, sexy. It's okay. Do you like your gift so far?" ***** For Me ***** Breathing heavy, she licks her lips and nods an innocent 'yes'. Kissing her deeply, I roll out of the way, motioning for her gift to return. As his mouth meets her lips again, I begin kissing her. Quickly her kisses become more passionate. "Promise me you won't take off the blindfold till I tell you to." I demand of her. Again, she nods agreeing as her breathing becomes heavier and heavier. Reaching up, I loosen the ties around her hands, placing one hand on my hard dick. She guides it directly to her mouth, swallowing its entirety. She begins to roll over, her gift moves so she can situate herself in a doggie position. I watch as the face on her gift disappears behind her. The sounds of licking and moaning return only making the blow job I'm getting more intense. The more aroused she becomes, she begins to suck me faster and harder, using a hand to pump as she blows. "Aah!" she moans with a mouth full of my dick as she comes on her gifts face for the first time. His hands grab and hold her ass on his face as he continues to please her with his tongue. Enjoying the most intense head I've ever received, I know I can't take too much more. Her gift strokes her clit with his tongue, bringing her to another orgasm while stepping out of his slacks. I can't stop my load from coming. I allow her to suck me till the last possible second. With two pumps of her hand, my jizz flows, running down the hand that is still clasped around my swollen pulsating cock. My wife giggles and says, "Ok. Where's MY gift?" Her gift and I burst out laughing. "Well, at least now I know for sure it's another man... but which one?" she continues with a hint of curiosity in her voice. Her hands still gripping my numb and now shrinking dick, she asks teasingly, "What now, Mr. Coordinator?" Her gift lifts her off of me and places her feet on the floor at the end of the bed. His arms wrapped around her, his hands covering her breasts, pushing them together. I crawl towards her across the bed to kiss her stomach, running my hands over the soft skin on her legs and belly. Nibbling and kissing the area, I slide a finger between her smoothly shaven wet lips. Her head falls back onto the chest of her gift. He reaches down and places her right foot on the edge of the bed, holding her at the knee, spreading her legs apart. I finger her wet hole, teasing her clit with my thumb. As I begin to finger fuck her, I can feel her weight ease back into the arms of her gift. He whispers in her ear, kissing her neck while holding her up. He watches as my fingers come in and out, dripping with her juices. I finger her to another orgasm making my cock hard again. Her gift eases her foot off the bed and turns her around. He lifts her up, setting her on her knees, her back at my chest. I lay back and command, "Use my dick, baby." She reaches back, guiding my massive erection into her hole. I watch as she kisses her gift, listen to her moans as my cock moves with her rocking hips. Her hand moves to her swollen clit as she follows my orders to use me. Her pussy wraps tight around my still swelling cock. I feel her muscles contract as she brings herself to another orgasm. The pulsating muscles expand and contract around me as she places her hands on my knees, riding me faster, taking her pussy from the base of my shaft to the tip of my head then back down quickly. ***** For Him ***** She takes her gifts impressive erection guiding it into her mouth, as she rocks back and forth sucking him and fucking me. The three of us moaning and sweating. She releases his cock long enough to say, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Then she continues to suck and fuck the two of us. Still watching as she rises and falls on my dick, raising my hips to meet hers on the down stroke. Faster and harder the three of us move in unison till the three of us come together. Her gift explodes on her neck and chest. Another wave of orgasms flow through her body as I shoot my load deep inside her pussy. She continues to rub her clit and bounce on my cock till I can't take any more. She rolls off of me to lie on the bed; her naked body perspiring, the blindfold only half on now but still covering her eyes. Jumping up, I excuse myself to the bathroom for a towel. I splash cool water on my face, light two cigarettes and return to the bedroom. Her gift is gently rubbing her back, kissing her neck and shoulders. I place the towel between her legs while admiring the sexual beast before me. "If I leave the blindfold on, can we do that again?" she asks innocently. Reaching for her hand, I help her off the bed and into the bathroom where I start the shower. "Don't move that blindfold." I reminded her. As soon as the water is an acceptable temperature, I guide her into the water and shut the door. I find her gift still in the bedroom attempting to get dressed. "No.," I say to him. "You're needed in the shower. I'm going to the kitchen for drinks. Just keep her there till I get back." I exit the room and proceeded down the hall. From the kitchen, I can hear the water rush through the house. The shower door shuts for the second time indicating that 'the gift' was now in the shower with my wife. Her laughter echoes from the shower, the sound so familiar and childlike. Another jealous knot appears in my stomach. She doesn't laugh like that for just anyone. I take my time making the drinks, placing them on a tray along with other possibly necessary items then make my way back to the dim lit bedroom. I leave the tray and its contents on the dresser while listening to giggles and moans coming from the next room. I enter the bathroom, look around. Steam covers the glass door, revealing only shadows of tangled bodies inside. I open the door to wipe the steam away and close it without being noticed. My wife stands with her hands on the shower head above her, elbows against the wall holding her weight. As my eyes roll down her body; I see his hands on her breasts. Water splashes onto her arched back and down her long tone legs. His face buried into her snatch from beneath. His arms wrap around her from the front to grab her ass and pull her more onto him. Her legs begin to shake; her round ass rising and falling on his tongue, his grip pulling her back into place. She throws her head back and releases the shower head, one hand holding onto the blindfold trying to keep it in place. The other moves lower, slowly across her glistening skin. She uses her fingers to make things more accessible then looks towards the shower door in my direction. 'That' look crosses her face; I can see she's enjoying what she's getting. I'm enjoying the show. My wife pushes her weight against the wall, bracing herself against the back of the shower w/ her shoulders. She lifts a leg up to place over his shoulder; her foot resting on the cold water handle. Her gift grabs, sucks, and touches every part of her body. I watch and take in each erotic moment unable to control the raging hard on between my own legs. She cries out over and over again as multiple orgasms come one after another, after another.... I take my cock into my hands stroking it, wanting to keep it this size. Soon, her gift turns to see me watching, his face flushed from the hot shower. His long, slender cock stands at full attention. He reaches out to push the shower door open as he holds my orgasmic exhausted wife in his hands. I take her into my arms, carrying her naked, wet body to the bed. Amazingly, her blindfold is still in place. I think her eyes were closed now anyway. ***** Again? ***** She begins kissing my neck, licking my ear & scratching my chest with her nails. "Do you want more, baby?" I asked. "Fuck me," she said commandingly. I placed her gently on the bed. She rolled her wobbly legs onto the floor, holding her weight on the bed with her hands. I admire the view for a moment then slide a hand over her swollen lips. Her clit was hard and her pussy constantly pulsating. I wasn't sure how much of this I could take. Her gift takes a seat on the bed in front of her. He busies his hands with her breasts, kissing her deeply and passionately. Taking my cock into one hand, I slide it with ease inside. My cock throbs with each pulse of her muscles surrounding me. I plant my feet firmly on the ground and ease out and all the way in. She raises her head and shoulders up, throwing her head back. "Aaaaaah!" she says moaning, "Yes!" With this I begin fucking her like a wild man, pulling her towards me as I thrust forward. Her wet ass cheeks rise higher and higher as if begging for more. She surprises me by rubbing her clit with her hand and sucking her gift off. We find ourselves in rhythm with one another... She's sucking him and I'm pounding her hard. Soon her head pops up and says, "Ooh! I'm going to come!" Her free hand stroking his long, hard cock like it was bionic, her other hand moving as swift across her clit brushing my balls as we slap together. "Ooh!" I say as my own orgasm comes as a surprise. I pull out quickly, pumping my load on her ass. Her gift comes. She takes his load across her stomach then giggles and lets out a satisfied sigh. She runs back to the shower to rinse again announcing, "You are not allowed this time!" She giggles as she disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind her leaving me alone with him. The two of us exchange an uncomfortable glance. Looking for an icebreaker I say, "I could use a drink." Rising to my feet, I gather my slacks and step into them. Her gift, following my cues, also redresses with his back towards me. I get my glass and return to the chair near the bed. ***** Surprise Revealed ***** My wife appears suddenly from the bathroom wearing only a towel. Her face glowing, her wet body shimmers in the candle light. She gives me a sly smile. "I feel slightly under dressed," she says teasingly as she takes a seat on my lap. Her gaze set upon her gift; finally seeing him for the first time. "Well, of all the people...." she begins with a smile. "I have to say, I'm surprised that it's you!" "The offer was too good to pass up on," he replies. "Happy anniversary." "Thank you." says my wife as she takes my hand, placing it under the towel, guiding it between her legs. "Mmm." she continues as she spins around to face me, throwing one leg over my head to straddle the chair. She unfastens my slacks, pulling my semi-hard cock from its restraint. Rubbing the head of my hardening dick on her clit, she says, "One more, please.," as she slides my manhood inside again, wiggling and gently rocking back and forth. Her gift watches as she lies back, resting her weight on the bed behind her. Her hands roam her body. One hand stops on her clit, the other squeezing her firm breasts as she rocks slowly. His eyes watch every move she makes; scanning her from her head to her pubic area. "My God, man. She's incredible!" he blurts out. She begins to moan and sigh; tossing her head from side to side on the bed. She's going to come again. The thought sends more blood rushing to my cock. She sits up, bracing herself on the back of the chair, sliding up and down my erect shaft. Her wet, pulsating pussy wrapped snuggly around my hard as steel member. She bounces harder and faster; forcing me to shoot another load inside; setting off another string of orgasms for her as well. She moans and screams as the waves rush through her body. My cock goes limp inside her. Her body goes limp; her gift lifts her out of the chair, lays her naked body across the bed. He leans over, kissing her cheek then whispering into her ear. I watch this gentle display of respect and affection while getting redressed. Her gift turns to me, puts out his right hand offering to shake, "Thank you, man. This has been an incredible evening." "Thank you." I say in return. "I'm glad you were available on such short notice." Making small talk, I walk him to the door. We say our farewells and he's gone. I return to the bedroom to gaze upon my sleeping wife, pondering the events that just occurred. I strip my clothes off again and slide between the sheets, taking my wife into my arms, falling into a blissful sleep . ***** The End ***** ***** Or is it just the beginning? ***** Anniversary Gift My wife Susan and I usually celebrated our anniversary in a pretty mundane fashion. The last few years we would basically get a babysitter, go out for dinner, stop for a few drinks afterwards and are home in bed by midnight. It was getting somewhat boring and routine for such an occasion but when you're married with children, much of your life becomes this way. This year being our 10th anniversary I decided to put a little spice into the celebration. I spent the week preceding our big date night making all the arrangements. Saturday afternoon we dropped the kids off at Grandma's house and headed to the closest casino. We had an hour ride ahead of us, so we began discussing our plans for the evening. We decided to eat dinner early, and then head to the room to freshen up before heading into the casino. Susan is not much of a gambler so we decided a show would be better. We arrived at the Casino around 5 o'clock and checked in at the hotel. After settling in for a few minutes we decided to head down for dinner. As we made our way through the casino floor towards the restaurants, we happened to notice 3 of our friends sitting at a blackjack table. We quickly stopped to chat with them. They said they were down to see a show that starts at 9 and they decided to do a little gambling while they waited. We wished them luck and headed of to dinner. We chose one of the upscale steakhouses as we rarely got a chance to have an intimate meal together. Dinner went smoothly and so did the wine. We had just finished of the bottle when the waitress came over to ask us if we want dessert. "No thank you" I said. "We will be having dessert in our room" I blurted out as I gave Susan a suggestive glance. Susan looked up at me in surprise. She knew I must have been feeling good to be so forward in front of a total stranger like that. The waitress just smiled and left our check. After dinner we headed through the casino back to our room. Susan wanted to take a quick shower before heading down for the night. As soon as I heard the shower water start to flow I gave a light knock on the door leading to the adjoining room. The door opened and I received a large suitcase. I quickly opened it up and began unpacking. I placed each item on the night stand next to the bed. A moment later I heard the shower turn off and the shower door open up. I grabbed a blindfold from the items I just unpacked and headed into the bathroom. "I have a surprise for you" I said in the most seductive voice I could manage. My anticipation of what was to come had me jittery and nervous like a school boy thumbing through his father's playboys while his parents are home. "What's the surprise?" Sue asked standing naked in front of me. "If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, so I'll just have to show you." I said. "Do you trust me?" I asked. "Of course I trust you" she replied somewhat reluctantly. "Ok then, turn around." I told her as I finished drying her off. I placed the blindfold over her eyes and led her to the bed in the other room. I laid her down on the bed and quickly handcuffed her wrists together over her head. Next I tied the handcuffs to the headboard with a small rope. "What are you doing?" she asked. "You'll see soon enough." I replied. Looking over at the night stand I reached for a 3 foot metal spreader bar and the Velcro straps for it. I quickly dropped to the end of the bed and fastened this to her ankles. Now Susan lay there before me semi-helpless. She could move around and wiggle and turn herself, but she wasn't going anywhere unless I let her. Reaching into the suitcase I pulled out a large vibrator, turned it on and pressed it against her clit. She squirmed at the first touch. I leaned over, kissed her on the lips and told her it wouldn't be long before she was enjoying her surprise. As I climbed off of the bed, I stopped to suckle on her soft breasts taking in each nipple with my lips, then grabbing it with my teeth and tugging lightly upwards. Sue let out a gasp each time I released her from my grip. Susan was still squirming from the vibrator rubbing her as I climbed off the bed. I began setting up the camcorder and tripod as I watched her squirm. She disliked being filmed but tolerated it for my sake. I liked to watch us over and over again. There is nothing I enjoy more than watching my wife get fucked. I set up the auto focus and aimed the camera dead center from the foot of the bed before heading back to give another knock to the adjoining room door. The door opened and in came our 3 friends from the casino. As we had discussed in making these arrangements, they made no noise as they came in the room and quickly undressed. I noticed 2 of them, Mike and Joe were significantly larger than me and Tom was about my size. I sat back in the small chair in the room and got ready to enjoy the show. Joe was the first to make contact with her. He climbed up from one side of the bed, removed the vibrator and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. Mike soon followed on the other side and reached up to rub pinch her right nipple. "What's going on?" Sue cried out, completely unsure of the situation. "Relax. I'm right here watching." I said to calm her. The guys continued their approach. Tom made his way to the top of the bed, leaned in and kissed her passionately. At first Sue resisted, but eventually gave in and took his tongue deep into her mouth. Mike bent down farther and began sucking both breasts, left, then right, then back again always teasing the opposite nipple with his fingers. Joe began fingering Sue's pussy and also leaned in to flick her clit with his tongue. I watched Sue's back arch up as he made contact and knew she was enjoying this. Tom now pulled his lips away from her and his hips closer presenting his prick to her face. He gently placed the tip against her lips and gave a slight push. She took him in slowly getting the whole shaft wet before swallowing his cock all the way down her throat. Sue loved to deep throat me and Tom was about my size. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was in heaven. Susan sucked that meat like a pro. I could hear the loud slurping sounds from the other end of the bed. I think Mike was a little jealous because soon after, he quit his duties to her breast and laid his 10 inch love hammer on her cheek while she was sucking Tom. Her head snapped around quickly as she tried to take him in all at once. To her surprise she gagged about ¾ of the way down, not expecting such a large tool. "Mmmmm." She moaned as she quickly recovered going to work on the monster. For the next 15 minutes or so Tom and Mike took turns stuffing her cheeks with their dick while the other would gently slap her face with his. Joe, in the meantime, lifted her legs up by the spreader bar and climbed under leaving the bar across his shoulders. He planted his face directly into her snatch and began fiercely licking and sucking her cunt. I watched as her body writhed in passion as the 3 men took her over. They were in control now and they were going to make good use of her. Joe pulled his face back and I could see Sue's pussy swollen and pink. He crawled up her body licking his way to her nipples. Mike and Tom backed away leaving Sue gasping for air. Her jaw stretched now and saliva dripping down her cheeks to her neck. Joe pulled farther up her and has his cock slid against her pussy he stopped to tease her but didn't enter her. Joe pulled himself up all the way so that he straddled her chest with his legs kneeling before her. He lifted his manhood up high above her face. Joe was about 9 inches long but the thickest of the group. He released his grasp on himself letting his cock drop on Sue's forehead like a mallet. Slowly he backed down until she could take the meat in her mouth. Joe reached up and grabbed the headboard. He began pumping her face with his dick. I could hear her gag each time he bottomed out in her throat. Mike and Tom watched for a moment, and then made their way to the foot of the bed. They each took a leg and lifted them high into the air. Mike was first; he leaned in to kiss her velvet mound then positioned himself to enter her. He gave a sudden push and was soon thrusting deep in her pussy. Tom held the bar from the side to assist. A few moments later, Tom and Mike switched positions and now Tom was fucking my wife. I had to get a better look at all the action, so I removed the camcorder from its mount and wandered back and forth from the top of the bed to the bottom trying to get all the action on film. This was the hottest thing I'd ever seen and I wanted to relive it as often as I could. Mike and Tom moved away from Sue after several minutes of pounding her good. They laid her legs back on the bed. Joe had untied the handcuffs from the headboard but left them on her wrists. As Joe pulled his cock from Sue's lips, he also pulled her hands down to her front. Mike and Tom began to roll her over to her stomach as Joe got off the bed to help. Now Tom moved to the top of the bed and sat down facing with his back to the headboard. Mike and Joe finished getting Sue flipped over and helped her prop herself up on her elbows. Joe pushed her head forward impaling it onto Tom's waiting rod. We all watched as her head bobbed dutifully up and down along his shaft. Mike grabbed a pillow and together he and Joe lifted her hips and placed the pillow under her pelvis. Joe then positioned himself behind her Mike reached over the night stand and grabbed the paddle I had placed there. Joe teased Sue's pussy with the tip of his cock for a moment before shoving it inside her. His body was fully upright as he fucked her doggy style. Mike began paddling her ass. He timed his strikes to match Joe's withdrawals so as not to accidentally strike his friend. The sounds Sue made every time the paddle smacked her ass sounded similar to the moans a virgin gives the first time she has sex. It was very raw with a sense of both pleasure and pain. I could tell by her hip movement Sue was close to orgasm. Joe was too after a few minutes of fucking my bride. He pulled out of her and I swear I could see steam rise from her love pot. Mike and Tom switched places and now Sue was sucking Mike's cock for all she was worth. Tom handed the paddle to Joe as he climbed behind her reddened ass cheeks. Joe took over punishment duties while Tom wetted his prick with her juices. He then lifted is cock slightly higher and pressed it slowly into her asshole. Sue paused from sucking and let out a loud groan as Tom pressed all the way in her bunghole. Moments later she resumed sucking and Tom knew he could continue. He started slowly but soon picked up the pace. He was giving her a good ass-fucking while Joe was paddling her. Tom grabbed her hips like handlebars and pulled himself into her as deeply as possible with every stroke. Now all 3 men were ready to cum. Tom pulled out first. Wanting to make this last a little longer he backed away from Sue's gaping asshole and began to undo the straps on the spreader bar. Joe put down the paddle and helped. Mike next pushed Sue's head back away from his dick. If he hadn't, she would have gotten the mouth-load that she seemed to be working for. The 3 guys lifted Sue up above the bed, spun her around and placed her down on her knees. Now that her legs were free, she was kneeling upright, hands cuffed still. Each man took a turn standing on the bed in front of her, presenting his cock for cleaning. Sue licked and sucked all 3 men until they were satisfied she had done a good job. Mike got off the bed and moved the chair I had been sitting in closer. He sat in the chair as Joe and Tom helped Sue off the bed. They led her over to Mike and positioned her directly above him, spreading her legs apart to straddle him. Mike reached up, grabbed her shoulders and pulled down. Instantly her sloppy wet cunt engulfed his rod. He quickly gave her a kiss and then pushed her head to the side. Mike reached down and grabbed her now hanging breast, pulled it up to his mouth and began sucking it. Tom moved over to the side and pushed his cock into Sue's open mouth. She began sucking him like a starved animal looking for relief. He in turn, grabbed the back of her neck and rammed her head onto his manhood like it she was a sex toy. Joe made his way to her back door. He first inserted a finger to prepare her, and then thrust his cock in her only half way. He was trying to match the rhythm set by Mike. Soon they were fucking her in sync and she was having all her holes filled at once. I could see her tense up and moan loudly several times as this went on. I knew she was having one orgasm after another. As this scene continued, the Men switched positions so that each would have his dick in every hole. Just when I thought she could take no more of this constant fucking in every, hole the guys stopped. They stood her up again and pulled her over to the bed. They laid her down in the center of the bed. Mike Climbed on top of her and began fucking her missionary style while Tom knelt next to her head. Tom grabbed her face and pulled it around his dick. He fucked her mouth for all she could take. After only a short time, I herd him gasp out and moan. He could hold out no longer. His hot load rocketed to her tonsils as she slurped his penis. Spurt after spurt she swallowed it as it came. She continued to suck him clean until he was fully soft. Mike was next. He removed himself from her hot hole and made is way to her face. Joe took over the duties of ravaging her twat with his prick. Mike dropped his meat into her mouth and let her suck him clean; soon he too was ready to come. Mike pulled his dick from her lips and spewed his cream all over her face. She was moaning and gasping as the hot liquid dropped onto her cheeks, lips and forehead. She tried to lick as much as she could but her tongue just wasn't long enough. Joe soon could contain his orgasm no longer and pulled himself out just in time to unload on Sue's stomach and breasts. He covered her entire chest in cum. I sat in awe, as I looked at my wife lying there glistening and freshly covered in my friends cum. I Put the camcorder back on its stand to capture the moment and moved onto the bed. I pulled the blindfold off my wife and gently said "Surprise." The look on her face was priceless as she looked up at our 3 friends standing naked and triumphant around her. "Wow" was all she said at first. "That was some surprise." She continued. "We can definitely do that again some time!" she exclaimed. "Well" I said. "Why don't you take another shower, we can all head down to the bar for some recovery time and we can do this again in an hour; since the guys have the room next door all night." We all agreed and Tom, Mike and Joe picked up their clothes and headed to their room to clean up. "Happy anniversary Baby." I said to my wife. An hour had passed before we met up with our friends downstairs at the bar. "Glad to see you made it down." I heard Mike say as we approached the waiting trio. "Well, we had some business to take care of." My wife replied surprisingly. Tom bought Sue and I each a drink as we sat next to him at the bar. The conversation was light and casual as nobody was sure what to talk about under the circumstances. Sue was surprisingly comfortable in the setting but our friends were noticeably shy towards her. Joe was the first to delve into the uncomfortable territory. "Did you enjoy your anniversary gift?" He asked. "Yes, very much so." Sue replied winking at him. "Are you ready for another round?" Mike asked her. "Abso-fucking-lutely!" she said overconfidently as she put her half full drink on the table and stood up. "Let's go boys!" she blurted out. "No blindfold this time, I want to fully enjoy the experience." She continued. We all made our way back to the room. There was no time wasted in getting our clothes off. This time I would join the fun and not just watch. Sue dropped to her knees in front of us and we all lined up for her. Tom's was the first dick she sucked into her mouth and she reached across and stroked Mike and Joe, Next she moved to me, and then Joe as she jerked on Tom and Mike. The slurping sounds and the large drip of saliva from her chin were getting us all worked up. Tom and I lifted her by her arms and threw her onto the bed. Mike quickly got up and mounted her. I straddled her face and fucked her mouth good, while Tom and Joe stood to the sides getting stoked by her. I reached to the back of her head and pulled her in close as I tried to gag her with my cock, but she could handle my full length without choking. I moved off of her to let Mike have a turn at her face and Tom move in to eat her pussy. Joe and I watched as the other two gave her a small series of orgasms. Mike got off the bed and Joe took his place. Susan took Joes's meat deep into her throat and began gagging on it. Tom had pulled his way up and was now fucking my wife for all he was worth. After a few minutes, he had to stop and catch his breath. I told Joe to move over so Mike and I could join. Joe laid on the bed and pulled Susan on top of him so she could ride him I moved to one side and Mike was on the other so she could swap off sucking on our pricks. Tom moved around back to enter her from behind. To Sue's surprise, Tom didn't aim for the back door. Instead he joined Joe inside her pussy. Now she had 2 big dicks in her love tunnel at the same time. I think she came as soon as Tom entered her. "Oh god, I can't last much longer!" screamed Tom as he pulled out of her. I moved out of the way as he plunged his stiff cock down my wife's throat. "Ooooaaahh!" groaned Tom as he unloaded his seed in my wife's mouth. He came for quite a while and she slurped and swallowed every drop of spunk he delivered. Tom sat in the chair to watch the rest of us finish and to recover. Mike moved to where Tom had been previously but he did aim high for her tight sphincter. He spit on her shiny hole and pressed the head of his dick inside. I grabbed Sue by the scalp and shoved my cock back in her throat as Joe continued to thrust upwards into her. The combined rhythms were perfectly timed. Sue would pull off Mike and Joe as she would take me in, and then push back into them as she released me. Joe and Mike seemed to be working in unison and Sue was in the throws of a huge multiple orgasm. She almost bit into me as it came upon her. I knew it was more intense than any she had had before. Mike began pumping her ass hard now; he was out of sync with the rest of us, so Joe and I paused to let him finish. Mike's back stiffened quickly then released as he exploded into her ass. He pushed in as deep as possible delivering every last drop of seed he had left. When his orgasm subsided, he pulled out and sat on the floor. Only a moment had passed when Sue began Grinding against Joe once again. I moved to the end of the bed to get a good view of the action. I looked on as Joe thrust his huge meat into my wife's lovely fuck-hole. He picked up the pace as his orgasm grew and she writhed and wiggled to match his movements. "Oh god!" he yelled out as he reached his climax. Sue gripped him tightly and pulled his pelvis as close to hers as possible as she too was in the midst of an orgasm. I could see his large cock pulsing inside her as her taint bounced with each convulsion. When both their orgasms had subsided, Sue rolled off and lay there on the bed looking up. "Thank you boys for such a wonderful time." She said with a Cheshire Cat grin. "But now, if you'll excuse us, I must take care of my husband as he has taken such good care of me." With that, the three men went into their room and locked the door leaving us alone to finish our evening. Anniversary Gift It's our five month anniversary and you've come to visit me in Wales for the weekend. We're playing our favourite game- staying at a hotel and spending as much time in bed as possible. It's early evening, but it's dark outside. We went down to dinner early and have spent the last two hours in the hotel restaurant discussing our relationship: how happy we are, how contented, how secure. Having finished the food, we're both a bit tipsy, but still have lots of energy from our all day nap. As we stand up, you glance down and see an unmistakable bulge in my jeans- proof of the frustration I'm feeling at having been sat next to such a beautiful, sexy woman for two hours, without being able to touch her, kiss her, or slide inside her- SO frustrating. It happens every time we go out- at some point in the evening, you'll do, or say something that will make me internally swoon and I'll feel my cock begin to swell, feel it strain against my tight boxers. The sensation of the sensitive skin stroking cotton, as my cock intermittently flexes only making me more turned on and unable to look at anything but your stunning face, amazing body and huge, beautiful breasts. You smile slightly to yourself, without me noticing, pleased with the effect you can produce in me without even trying. We automatically hold each other gently by the hand and make our way to the lift. Once the doors slide shut behind us, I let go, pushing you firmly against the mirrored wall, one hand moving to softly cup your face, the other sliding down your side, caressing the side of your left breast through your top. I press my body against yours, allowing you to feel and appreciate the full extent of my arousal. Our lips make contact, with a series of soft, gentle kisses- even as I hold you so firmly, forcing you to do as I want, I still want to show you how tender and loving I feel toward you. The door slides open again and we're at our floor. I ease back off you, still very turned on. Our suite is only a few metres away. I open the door and we both walk in, closing the door behind us. As the door swings gently shut, you move towards me, pushing me down onto the king size, four poster bed. You make me sit on the edge as as you straddle me, kissing my neck and lips passionately, whilst running your hands all over me But tonight's going to be all about you, and I can't have you taking control. I'll be deciding what you do and don't do this weekend... so I stand you up in front of me, moving behind you, edging you toward the side of the bed nearest the door. There's a bedside table, which I reach into, retrieving a luxurious black, padded blindfold. You know what's coming, feeling instantly more aroused at the idea of being blind to everything around you- totally at my mercy and in my control. I tie the blind fold, planting kisses on your neck as I do. You notice that this time, I seem to have tied it slightly tighter, so that there's no chance of it slipping even slightly. With that, I slowly undress you down to your perfect lacy blue underwear. It's always been my favourite, showing your D cup breasts in all their considerable glory. I get even harder as I look at you, shedding my clothes down to my tight, black pants. The outline of my throbbing erection is impossible to miss through them. Knowing how much you like them, I take your hand and brush your fingertips against my cock through my pants. You try to grasp slightly for my dick, resisting, trying to fight to gain some control, before I pull your hand back away. "No, baby" I whisper in your ear, "I'm in charge tonight- all you have to do, is what you're told. Just enjoy honey" I nibble your ear lobe gently as I finish whispering, regisitering as I do that you've become visibly more relaxed now that you know you simply have to submit to my will. With that, I sit you down on the edge of the bed and move behind you, my legs either side. I begin to softly lick and kiss your shoulders and neck as you sit upright, slightly back against me, my rock hard cock pressed lightly against the small of your back. I run my hands with a feather light touch over your shoulders and down over your chest before moving them behind you and unclasping your bra. I gasp slightly as your magnificent breasts are freed. Suddenly you feel something warm and wet drizzling over your back- I've moved your hair to one side and am pouring warm massage oils over you. I begin to give you a soft, sensual massage, as you become completely relaxed and ready to accept what I have planned. I slip my hands around your front and lovingly, softly squeeze your tits into my hands, as I kiss your ears and neck, quickly turning you on. As I kneed gently the slick oil into your breasts, I take your nipples in between my fingers, twisting and pinching them lightly. After ten minutes of pure teasing, I move away from my position behind you, and lie you down on the bed, with your legs hanging over the side. You can then feel me move to one side of you. I begin to kiss your chest, just above your breasts, licking a trail down to your nipple. I take your left nipple in my mouth, delighting in sucking on it. It's already erect, pointing up from being teased and played with for so long- I suck it into my mouth as I lick the end quickly with my tongue, driving you wild with pleasure. I haven't touched you there yet, but I know you're soaking wet by now. I love sucking you, knowing how much it turns you on. After a few minutes, I move to the other side of you, my hard cock pressed against your mound through both of our underwear as I take your right nipple into my mouth, doing the same, all the while toying with the other with my hand. You begin to writhe slowly and subtly, then more forcefully beneath me, desperate to feel your pulsing clitoris against my dick. But with my hands and strong, muscled arms, I tell you not o move at all, to just sit back and enjoy. Then, I sit you up again, moving in front of you. You can feel the warmth of my body, even though you can't see. I'm outrageously turned on by the control I have over you- and how you're responding to it. I take both your hands and slip your fingertips into the inside of my tight pants. My crotch is only inches from your face as I push your hands down slightly, telling you the time has come to free my engorged dick. As you pull down, it flicks upwards, hitting you on the cheek then striking my stomach, before coming to rest just in front of your thick, wet lips. Without having to be told, you stick out your tongue and take a long all the way from the base to the head with the tip of your wet tongue. The feeling is incredible for me, as I feel you tongue stud make contact with the sensitive underside of the head of my cock. I've always loved the way you suck me, when you take your time, concentrating on the act, not just as a means to harden me up so I can slide inside you. I push you back gently, so that, once more, you lie on the bed, me knelt to one side, my cock in your mouth. With one hand I hold the back of your head, slowly thrusting into you, controlling the pace. I love the sensation of fucking your mouth, feeling your wet lips and tongue devouring my cock as I slide in and out of you. You look like such a sexy little slut and I love it. With one hand you're cupping and caressing my balls and perineum just how I like, driving me wild with pleasure. After a few minutes, I slide out of your mouth, and sit you up. You're panting from desire as much as being out of breath. I move once more behind you, knowing that now it's your turn to be pleasured. I run my hands down your chest to your sexy little knickers, lightly stroking my fingers across their lacy front. I revel in how totally wet they are- I love knowing the effect I've had on you. I begin once more to kiss your neck as I reach down and ease them off your waist, down to your knees, where your gladly let them fall to the floor and spread your legs wide for me. I can see in a mirror on the wall the incredible pussy in front of me. Ever since I first licked you there, I've been in love with your cunt. You have the most perfect clitoris I've ever seen- the sensation of taking it into my mouth is to die for, and I'd gladly do it all day and night. But I have other plans today. As I kiss your neck, I slide a hand down over your exposed cunt, slowly slidling a finger up your soaking slit from bottom to top. I deliberately avoid making contact with your clit the first few times. Then, suddenly, my finger grazes it, driving you to push yourself back against me. I begin to slowly, so softly, run a finger in circles around your soaking clitoris, as you push yourself against me, your hands absentmindedly caressing your incredible boobs. Then you feel me reach for something. I bring it round in front of you between your legs. You then feel something hard, warm and wet at the entrance to your tight pussy- I have your dildo in my hand and am slowly teasing your entrance with it while stroking your clit. I then take your hand and replace mine with it over your clitoris. You begin to stroke yourself slowly, delighting in the erotic pleasure being offered to you. I begin to slide the head of the enormous dildo inside you, slowly teasing your cunt with the head of the toy, moving it in and out of you only and inch at a time. With my now free hand I slide it beneath you and start to probe your beautiful, hot ass with a finger soaking with lube. I slowly begin to press a finger in and out of you. After a few minutes, I force in a second, causing you to flinch slightly, before carrying on stroking your pussy. We've had anal sex before twice, at your house. We both see it as the sexiest, most intimate thing we've ever done and it clearly excites you to realise what I'm planning. I then move the dildo away from your pussy and put it to one side. I take both your hands and pull them behind me, so you're reaching behind yourself, pulling me against you from behind. "Honey," I whisper once more into your right ear "Are you enjoying this baby?" "Yeess!" You half moan, half whisper "Goood, Just lie back and enjoy baby, don't fight it, just relax OK?" "Yes honey, this feels amazing! Don't stop!" I go back to slowly sliding my fingers in and out of your anus with one hand, with the other holding your hands behind me. You lie back into me, relaxing your ass, knowing what I want and wanting it too- my big cock inside your ass. I keep you nicely lubed up as you get used once again to the sensation. I then handcuff your hands, quite unexpectedly, behind my back. You're now totally exposed in front of me, giving me a full, amazingly sexy view of your wet cunt between your spread legs as I finger your tight asshole. Then you sense a movement in front of you. A hand starts to run up your right leg, from your knee, caressing your inner thigh, moving slowly higher. You freeze- surely it's my hand on your leg, but no, one is playing with your ass, the other caressing your nipples. There's someone else here!? Your mind races, your heart starts to pound. "Relax baby," I whisper "Just trust me and enjoy it, you look so sexy" The hand is soft and gentle, stroking its way up to your nicely trimmed pussy. Then another is planted on your left leg and you feel the person lowering themselves down between your legs. You almost think this is too much, that you're not ready and what it all to stop, when, suddenly, you feel the wet tip of a hot tongue make contact with your clit. The intensity of the situation combined with the feeling of someone else tonguing your pussy in front of your boyfriend is nearly too much to bare. Added to that- you've just been teased for nearly an hour in the most sexual, sensuous way you've ever known. The tongue goes to work, as the two hands run up and down your legs. One hand moves up and cups a breasts, expertly playing with a nipple, as the other spreads your pussy lips, allowing access for the tongue to work it's magic. The tongue moves from the bottom of your slit to the top, sliding against the side of your clit as it does. Then back down the other side, again grazing your pulsing, engorged clit. Then it moves in small circles around your nub, before pressing more firmly against it, moving from side to side, then simply flicking the clit up and down. All the while you're bucking your hips against the unknown persons sexy mouth, but are unable to move too much, as you're handcuffed hands are behind me. The feeling of my hard cock against your back, my fingers in your ass and the tongue on your cunt is heavenly- you're easily the most turned on you've ever been. Then, you notice the unmistakable feeling of stubble against the inside of your thigh, as the tongue works away. Holy shit, It's another guy!? You feel yourself spasm and pulse uncontrollably as you realise one of your fantasies is being fulfilled. The constant tonguing is starting to bring you close. Then you feel me reach around you and do two things. First, I lift you up and slowly slide you back down- my cock now positioned against the relaxed and stretched opening to your tight, amazing ass. I slide inside you, filling you up with my dick. You feel so tight around my cock- I just leave you there, to get used to the sensation, whilst the licking continues. The other thing I do is put my hand on the back of the head of the boy licking your wet clit, pulling him closer against you. At the same time, his tongue makes a firm contact with you, and you begin to buck against it. Everything happening is all too much- my hard cock filling your ass, his tongue on you, while we both toy with your nipples. You start to writhe against him moaning "Yes, yes, yes, oh baby, don't stop, right there...yes, yes!" I pull him harder against you as his tongue goes mad- flicking your clit hard and fast. He thrusts his tongue deep into you, close to grazing my cock, before licking you again. You feel yourself go dizzy, the suddenly you start to come in massive waves, harder than you ever have before. For what seems like minutes you buck and moan as the feeling boils over inside you. The most intense orgasm you've ever had is the reward for trusting me to let do this for you. You fall back against me, all the time, I'm still in your ass. You're panting, almost in shock at how amazing your coming was, but still turned on. I reach behind me and undo your handcuffs, then, taking your hands, I move them to your front. The hot, sexy guy in front of you has now stood up and your about to feel just how sexy he is. I take your hands and run them up over his body- his big pecs and abs are more defined than mine, and feel amazing to you. You feel his big, biceps. Then I take your hands and bring them to your face level, to his waist. He is clearly completely naked, standing just inches from your face as you sit on my cock on the edge of the bed. I run your hands behind him, to his bum, then around the front. I take your right hand and run it down over his abs. Even I have to admit he has a great, muscly body- strong and powerful- exactly what you like. I don't feel jealous at all though, just incredibly turned on at watching the reaction in you, and hearing the moans escape from your mouth as you feel his hot body. Then I wrap your little hand around what you're yearning for. You feel the size of the massive cock in front of you. You can barely get your baby hands around it. I take your other hand and cradle his balls with it, as I let you stroke his huge, throbbing erect cock up and down. You take in the size of it all, imagining what it must look like in front of you. I, on the other hand, can see everything. The sight of your hands massaging such a big cock is incredible to me. I've never seen anything sexier and am desperate for it to continue. He meanwhile, unbeknown to you, has thrown his head back in pleasure, savouring the feeling of your hands at work. You begin to pump faster, jerking the massive dick in front of you whilst feeling, if it were possible, yourself getting even wetter. Then you feel a pressure on the back of your head- I'm pushing your mouth towards his dick, whilst pulling his ass towards you. You, greedily and gladly take it all in your mouth. The sensation is incredible- having two cocks in you, on you, all for you. You suck his cock as deep as you can, letting his hand, now on your head, set the rhythm. You're happy to be his little slut, letting him fuck your face, knowing I'm behind you, watching it, loving every second, holding and protecting you. I whisper again in your ear " Yes, baby, take his big cock, mmmmmm....yes....suck it honey, make him shoot his cum into your mouth" Hearing me say these things drives you wild- you suck hard and fast, stroking his asshole and balls and he fucks your face. But then he pulls out, I grab your hands and place them around his big back, then spread you legs even further. You know what's coming and can barely believe what you're about to receive. Then I pass your hand to him. He takes it, pours, cold, wet lube all over it, and lets you cover his huge cock in it- making it all slick and wet for you. You try to reach out for him again, but I regain your hands and place them by your side. Then, you feel the huge hot, throbbing head of this guy's cock press gently against the opening to your cunt. You buck involuntarily against it, your body and soul desperate to take it inside you. He pulls back, before slowly sliding it deep, deep down inside you. In one steady movement you feel yourself being filled as never before. Much to your delight, it doesn't hurt- it just feels new and incredible. He pulls back again, so you feel the bulbous end just inside you, before moving harder back into you, beginning to fuck you. I can feel the cock inside you, as mine is still inside your ass, gently fucking you. Then I reach round, releasing your hands, which instantly grab his ass, pulling him harder into you. I gently, slowly, move my hands to your blindfold. I undo the knot carefully, as he begins to move his giant shaft in and out, starting to pump quicker- filling you as never before. At last, the blindfold is released. You blink, once, twice. The low, candle light in the room is too much for your eyes, which take some seconds to adjust. Then, before you, you're greeted with the face of my friend Chris. His body is far more ripped than you had thought it would be- as muscly as it had felt earlier. You look down and cannot believe the size of his huge cock he's fucking you with. You're more turned on that ever now- no secrets between any of us, all of us just enjoying the moment, the feeling. He starts to fuck you harder and harder, pounding your wet cunt, all the while your ass is filled with my cock. Suddenly, you feel an orgasm build inside you. You know it's coming quickly and let us both know. We both start to slide harder and faster, then in waves, you come again. At the same time, you feel his huge dick swell inside you, as Chris starts to pulse. Then, his cock releases spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside you, as the tremors of your orgasm still ebb away. I feel his dick pulse inside you- the new, sexy, erotic feeling drives me over the edge, and I too, come inside you, shooting my cum into your tight little ass. Chris and I both hold you so tight as our cock shoot, pulsing again and again into you, before slowing, and finally stopping. For a few moments, we all stay there, panting, overcome with what we've just done. Then, Chris leans down and kisses you on the mouth. I lean in too and kiss your neck and your cheek, then your lips as soon as he's finished. I taste your pussy on you from your kiss with him. "Honey, you looked incredible, you're just the sexiest person on the planet" I tell you. "Yeah," Chris says, "you two are amazing together, thank you so much for letting me join in." Anniversary Gift With that, Chris and I both get down out of you, withdrawing our still hard cocks from you. We kneel between your legs and start to softly, gently lap at your clit with our warm wet tongues. Then we bend you over the bed and lick you from behind, me licking my cum from your ass hole while he licks all his cum from your cunt. We then move up and, once again, take it in turns to kiss you passionately, making you taste our cum from our mouths. Finally, we all decide independently that we need a break. We get onto the bed, you on your side, me behind you, my cock nestled against you, Chris in front of you gently stroking your face. We lie there, you pressed between us, sticky with sweat and cum. You can't quite believe what's happened, but feel completely fulfilled and secure, with my strong arms wrapped around you, and very sexy, with another guy, with his big cock pressed against your front. "Mmmmm...baby..." I whisper once more, "that was the most amazing thing I've ever done." "I know honey, thank you" "Don't say thank you yet" I reply, "We've got the whole weekend, and it's only Friday night, sweet dreams honey." I kiss you softly on the head, before nestling tighter into you, so happy that I've done something to turn you on. As we all drift off to sleep, I can't wait to find out what you're going to think of my plans for Saturday night... Anniversary Gift My wife, Emily, and I were celebrating our anniversary and I decided to take her to Chicago to celebrate. We got a room at an upscale hotel. Emily had dressed up for me in the way that she knows I like. Sexy little dress, thigh high stockings with no panties and a pair of high heels that made her legs look fantastic. I was ready for action, but she was teasing me. We had done the fancy dinner and decided to kick back in the sauna for a while. I knew she was naked under the skimpy little towel she wore in the sauna and I wanted my hands under it. She sat right by the entrance to the sauna so there was no way I could play with her. She would occasionally get up and bend over, giving me a glimpse of her sweet ass and her pussy. I wanted to dive in, but she wasn't letting me. I told her how hot she was making me and that I needed to fuck her. No one had come in for quite a while so we moved to the back corner. It was an L shaped room, so we had a little bit of privacy and the thought of doing it in a public place had both of us worked up. I pulled Emily's towel off and ran my hands over her body. She was slippery with sweat from the sauna, which made my hands glide easily over her skin. Apparently she was more turned on than she had let on because she started moaning as my hands traveled up and down her body and I hadn't even touched her in her most sensitive spots yet. When my fingers reached her nipples, she pushed closer to me and begged me to touch them more. I licked those beautiful tits as if I was a man who hadn't eaten for a month. She had her first orgasm just from me playing with her tits. If we kept up at this rate, it was going to be a hell of a night. Emily was standing in front of me. I told her to lie down on the bench and she happily complied. As I buried my face between her legs and started to work on her sensitive clit, she moaned again and thrust her pussy into my face. I stuck my tongue deep into her hole and fucked it while my thumb kept rubbing her nub. She ground her pussy into my face as her juices ran down my tongue and face. Damn she was hot. I was ready for fuck her when she knelt down in front of me and started to give me one hell of a blow job. I'm not one to pass up a blow job and Emily has one hell of a mouth. I was enjoying watching her mouth slide up and down my pole. I looked up and saw a man standing, watching us while he stroked his cock. I debated on whether or not to tell Emily that we had company when he said, "Don't stop on my account. I was actually hoping I could join you." Shit. Emily and I had talked about this, but didn't think it would ever really happen. I wasn't sure if she had heard him, so I leaned down and told her that someone was watching us and that her expert mouth had gotten him hard. Then I told her that he wanted to join us. Her mouth never stopped moving. In fact, she sucked me harder and faster. She must have been as turned on as I was. I couldn't stop her, and I didn't want to so I shot my load down her throat. She still didn't stop and worked my cock like she was a porn star. When she had finally drained me and licked up every last drop, she gave me a quick kiss, and then turned around and started to give the same treatment to our visitor. Damn my wife looked sexy as hell as she swallowed the length of him down her throat. He had either been standing there longer than I realized, or had never had anyone suck his cock as well as Emily, because he only lasted a couple of minutes before he shot his load. Just as she had done with me, Emily swallowed every drop. We were both spent but Emily was still ready for action. She laid down the bench, spread her legs and started working her pussy. She alternated between stroking her clit and diving her fingers deep inside. Our visitor went over and sucked her fingers when she withdrew them. He told her that she tasted sweet, and dove down to taste her for himself. Watching my wife getting her pussy eaten by another man started to bring my cock back to attention. It wasn't long before he pushed her legs up and slid his cock into her wet pussy. I straddled Emily's face, putting my cock back in her mouth but facing her pussy so I could watch her getting fucked. I wanted to see his cock sliding in and out of her. It looked so damn hot I reached down between her legs and stroked his cock as he pulled out of her. Soon he was fucking my hand and her pussy. I had never held another's man cock before, but the feeling was sending jolts of excitement straight to my own cock. I had to pull out of Emily's mouth before I lost it again. I still hadn't been inside her tight pussy and I wanted to fuck her after our visitor. We switched places and I finally got to slide in. She was so hot and wet. I felt her muscles grip me as she had an incredible orgasm. I was so involved in the feelings Emily's pussy was giving me, I didn't notice that our visitor was now behind me. His hand was on my balls and I could fill his prick pushing against the crack of my ass. I had thought about this, and now it was about to happen, at least I hoped it was. I was about to get fucked by a man. He told me to change places with Emily. I lay on the bench and he gave my cock some quick attention, licking the shaft, then swirling his tongue around the head. He took me deep into his mouth a few times, and told Emily that he wanted her help so that he could fuck me. Hearing him say he was going to fuck me made me want to explode. Emily knew I was curious about sucking cock and getting fucked. It looked like she was going along with it, so I lay there and let them work me over. My legs were bent back and my ass was totally exposed. I felt a tongue travel from my balls followed immediately by another. I looked down to see the two of them working me together. I felt two tongues probe my ass. Emily spread my ass cheeks as he probed deeper and slowly put his finger in my ass. Emily played with my ass on a pretty regular basis, but having both of them work it together was amazing. His finger pumped in and out of my ass as Emily licked my balls. I was soon begging to get fucked. He told Emily to climb on top of me, but he wanted her facing him so she could watch him fuck me and he could play with her tits and pussy. He rubbed Emily's pussy and took her juices to spread on my ass. I was prepared for it to hurt as he entered me, but the excitement had me loosening up and what Emily was doing to my cock was magic. He started very slowly, easing into my hole. Every nerve was feeling the sensation as he slid into me. He withdrew just as slowly, until just the head of his cock was inside. When he stroked in again, he did so a little faster, each time increasing his speed slightly until he was able to easily slide in and out. I raised my head to see that he was stroking Emily's clit as he slid in and out of my ass. We had a rhythm going as Emily rode me and he fucked me. I could feel her riding my cock a little bit faster, followed by a loan groan as she came. Her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing it tight; contraction after contraction. I couldn't hold back anymore and I unloaded in her pussy. A few seconds later our visitor gave a few loud grunts and I felt him grow harder. He came in my ass and I felt his cock throb as he shot inside of me. Emily climbed off and went to work on cleaning out my ass as our visitor sucked my wife's juices off my cock. I asked Emily if she was done. She replied, "I'm just getting started honey." She invited our visitor up to our room. I have one hell of a wife. We grabbed our clothes, and wrapped just in our skimpy towels, went back to our room. No one wanted to take the time to get dressed again, and hell, what was the point. We were all going to get naked again soon anyway. In the elevator we were a tangle of bodies as everyone had hands and tongues everywhere. As we felt the elevator come to a stop we quickly readjusted ourselves and damn near ran to the room. As soon as we were in, clothes were dropped, towels were dropped and we went back to working each other over. We got on the bed and formed a daisy chain. I sucked our visitor's cock, as Emily sucked mine and he ate her pussy. As she had done with me, she helped me open his ass as I prepared to fuck him. She mounted him just as she had done with me. His ass was tight as I slid in. It took all my control to not just start fucking him fast and furious. The feeling of sliding in and out of his tight ass was sensational. Looking in my wife's eyes and watching her fuck him at the same time I did was a unique experience and I'm sure one most men never get to experience. I tweaked her nipples several times and saw her throw her shudder in delight with the pleasures she was receiving. I reached down to finger her pussy and felt how wet she was. I rubbed that little button that I knew would make her come. She let out a loud groan as she did. Watching my sexy wife combined with the sensations my cock was receiving sent me over the edge. I unloaded in our visitor's ass. He had not come yet so Emily and I bent over him and worked his shaft together. We took turns sucking his cock and licking his balls and ass. He shot his load and Emily and I lapped it up then went to work on cleaning out his ass. We collapsed on the bed, with bodies intertwined. We finally learned our visitor's name was Gary and he was visiting Chicago as well. It turned out we didn't live far from each other and we made plans to get together when we returned. We spent a little more time together and gave Emily a double fucking. I got her ass while Gary got her pussy. I could feel his cock as we both fucked her. After Gary left, Emily told me that watching me fuck and get fucked by another man gave her the most intense orgasms she had ever had, and I was welcome to do it any time I wanted, as long as she wasn't left out. Have I told you I have an amazing wife? Anniversary Gift It was their anniversary; about a month since her 'Valentine Gift'; since she bound him to their bed in the early morning and had his way with him, and still he had not responded in kind. She was beginning to wonder if he would ever do so, and to be honest so was he. Inspiration seemed to abandon him as if trying to escape. But she had once again become his muse, commenting during a recent lovemaking session, "Why ask me? You're the man; you should just TAKE me." "Be careful what you ask for," he had quipped, a plan beginning to form in his mind. "You just might get it!" As it happened, their anniversary fell on a Tuesday night when neither one was available, and so the celebration date had to be postponed to the following Friday night. Plenty of time to put his plan in operation. After a wonderful dinner at their favorite German-Austrian restaurant, they returned home to put the children to bed before watching a romantic movie on DVD. However, when he returned to their room he began putting his plan into operation, a plan which most definitely did not include watching what they could be doing instead. "What do you want to watch?" she asked. "You. Writhing in passion, coming multiple times, screaming my name." he said fixing her with his best smoldering stare. Smiling, she decided to play along, "Really. So you think you can give me that?" "It's what you asked for" he growled. "And now you are going to get it!" With that his lips descended to hers, devouring her with his hungry kisses. She felt herself responding to his fierce passion, scarcely noticing when he had drawn her to her feet and began divesting her of her clothing. Distracted by his lips and tongue plundering her mouth, she did not notice her semi-clothed state until his hand closed around her ample breast, his rough palm swirling over the sensitive nipple, making it stand up to be noticed. As she felt the backs of her knees touch the edge of the bed he dropped to a crouch before her, taking her last remaining item of clothing, her panties from her. She now stood naked before him, a fact that he used to his advantage, nibbling and caressing her flesh as he slowly rose before her, paying particular attention to her now stiff nipples before dipping down to part her rapidly moistening labia and swipe his tongue across her netherlips. She moaned and pulled him to his feet, her hands dropping to caress his still covered hardness, but he said, "NO." and grabbed both her wrists in his hands, putting them behind her back and holding them there. This position brought them tightly together, and he kiss-whispered into the pulse point on her neck just below her left ear, "I'm the MAN in charge here. Last month you controlled me, now its time to return the favor." She closed her eyes and moaned, and he continued, "but unlike last time, I'm not going to have to TAKE YOU unawares, am I?" She shuddered at his words. "You're going to lay down and SUBMIT to me, aren't you?" She shuddered again. "You. Are. Mine! To do with as I please!" he growled into her neck, then pushed her gently onto the bed, raising her arms above her head to the waiting ribbons. After tying a ribbon to each wrist, he moved to the foot of the bed to tie one to each ankle, these with more slack in them; enough to move a bit, but not enough to escape or close her legs. She was restrained - completely open to his gaze - and her beauty was a feast for his eyes. Her eyes were fixed to him as she half-heartedly 'struggled' with her bindings. "Oh!" she said in a melodramatic voice. "I am completely helpless! Woe is me!" He began to remove his clothing as he responded "Don't worry; I'll 'help' you." As he removed his last item of clothing, his fully erect cock sprang into her view and she unconsciously licked her lips. Noticing her response, he walked to the head of the bed and crawled on to it, bringing his length within reach of her mouth. She lunged forward, engulfing him between her lips and began to suckle him, as he hissed in appreciation of her skills. When she dropped her head back to lick along the shaft, he quickly moved to straddle her head, keeping his cock within reach of her oral ministrations, while allowing his tongue access to her tasty treasure. She moaned "Oh God" around her mouthful when he delved into her, flicking his tongue across her labia, before settling to licking her clit, eliciting moans from her as she continued to work his rod with her sucking mouth. But eventually she couldn't hold her head up anymore, and she dropped it back to the pillow. "I'm sorry..." she began, but he cut her off, "No problem. It's time for me to get serious eating you anyway." With that he carefully rolled off her and the bed, and bent to retrieve a few necessary items from under it. Two firm pillows he placed under her butt, lifting it a few inches off the bed before draping them with a towel. "Think I'm going to get that wet do you?" she smirked. "I know you will." He smirked back. He then retrieved the other items; a bottle of lube and their new 'toy'. Returning to between her legs he once again descended to his task; totally devouring her tasty wet pussy. He licked her clit, sucked her plump slippery lips into his mouth, and delved his fingers into her, to perform the 'come hither' motion against her now engorged G-spot. She moaned, writhed, and strained against her bonds, calling her god and his name. As her excitement rose, he reached for the new toy, wetting its tip in the velvet folds of her tunnel, getting it thoroughly wet before sliding it down to her tight puckered ass. He turned the vibrations on to half speed and began to work the tapered tip of the 'butt plug' into her, all the while continuing his oral assault on her clit. "Oh my god, honey," she began, panting. "I don't think..." "Don't worry" he said "I'll make it good." With that he pulled the plug back a bit and quickly added a squirt of lube from the bottle to the juncture of her ass and the toy. Sufficiently lubed, he began working it farther up her back tunnel, slowly stretching the nerve-rich ring of her sphincter, the slight rubbing against this sensitive taboo spot adding to her arousal, making her moan and writhe even more energetically. They had been experimenting with anal sex for a few months, adding it into their repertoire occasionally, slowly increasing the size she could take. This plug was their widest yet just over the width of the head of his cock. As he finally worked the full plug into her ass, as the widest point passed her sphincter, she exploded into orgasm, thrashing and squealing, his tongue a blur across her distended clit. The pleasure seemed to go on forever and the plug in her butt, prevented from expulsion by the slight constriction just past the widest point, caused her anus to tingle with naughty delight, adding to her bliss. As she came back down from her high, he surreptitiously unrolled a condom onto his painfully hard cock, and placing at the entrance to her now sensitized vagina, began to slowly slide it into her. The reason for the pillows under her now became apparent as the angle this induced cause the head of his cock to rub against her G-spot with every thrust. Incredibly, she found herself beginning that climb to ecstasy again before she had even finished coming down from the first one. Seeing her reaction, he began to thrust into her with increasing speed and force, amplifying his efforts by turning up the speed of the vibrating plug still deliciously stretching her ass, until she was once again on the cusp. Leaning down he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and pushing her over the edge again into orgasm, narrowly avoiding that fate himself as her incredibly sexy display of pleasure, and ripples in her clasping channel almost pulled him over with her. That would not do for his plan to succeed this night. As she again came down to earth, her face neck and chest flushed with excitement, he pulled out of her, reached down and gently pulled out the now silent plug from her rear. Adding another long squirt of lube to her quickly contracting ass, he placed the condom clad head of his cock at her rear entrance, and began to push his rod into her butt. At this new invasion, her eyes flew open, a worried look on her face. "Don't worry," he told her in soothing tones. "I'll be gentle, you'll be fine. I'm in charge here, remember. Trust me." Biting her lip at the strange sensation of his smooth hard cock in her ass for the first time, she quickly nodded her head, and he proceeded to slowly feed the rest of his length into. His near-orgasm of a minute earlier, combined with the excitement of this new act and the incredible tightness and heat surrounding his cock almost set him off on his first stroke into her. But his need to take it slow to allow her to get used to this, worked in his favor, letting him calm down at each stage, until he was seated firmly in her seat, and they let out a simultaneous, "Psssh!" of held breath at the feeling. Pulling slowly back until only the mushroom head of his cock remained embedded in her, he added another squirt of lube along his length and began to push back in, sliding more easily now with the increased slickness. The slight rubbing of his shaft through her now aroused sphincter, began once more to send jolts of pleasure to her molten core. He once more reached down to her still sensitive clit, rubbing it in fast counterpoint to his slow strokes in and out of her butt, the tight passage pushing him all too fast toward his climax, as the friction along her ass-ring blended with that of his fingers on her clit. It was to be a close thing, but after less than 20 slow strokes, he found himself uncontrollably gasping out his orgasm, jetting powerfully into her ass, each pulse felt in her stretched rear, until she reached her third conclusion of the night just after his subsided. Pulling himself out of her and removing the condom (to drop it into the trash can beside the bed), he reached down to pull loose her ankle and wrist restraints, then pulled her against him, their panting, heaving chests tightly together as they both wrapped their arms tightly around each other, kissing passionately between breaths. "Happy... Anniversary..." he gasped. "That... was some... anniversary present!" she responded. Looking into her eyes with a naughty smile he said, "Oh, it's not over yet." "What?" she gasped, struggling to rise. "I don't think I could take anymore..." "Not THAT", he smirked. "The rest of your anniversary present is a hot bath upstairs." Collapsing back into his arms she smiled, "Good. You really wore me out. Mr Man-In-Charge." "Didn't I tell you?" he laughed. "Be careful what you ask for. You might GET IT". Anniversary Gift Peta's four inch heels clicked atop the cement walkway. It wasn't completely practical to have them on in the middle of November, but alas, here she was. Her long legs carried her onto the single stepped platform before she rang the doorbell. She waited. She fixed her hair and waited. She had to be just right when he opened that door. Mike was sitting on his couch enjoying a cold beer and watching a rare matinee hockey game when he heard the chime of the bell. He grudgingly got up and checked to see who was at his door now. There, he saw the brunette standing in a long white coat. "Peta...hey," he curiously greeted. "Hey Mike!" She smiled at him. She was pleased to see him wearing a pair of blue jeans and a casual blue button down shirt. "Is Lyna home?" "Uh, no. She actually went to the salon to get ready for tonight." Lyna was Mike's wife. It was a rare thing for Peta to show up unannounced like this, but the tall, brown haired man knew that the women's close relationship warranted it sometimes. "Oh, that's unfortunate," she said with a tiny pout. In reality, she actually knew about Lyna's appointment. "Well, I just stopped by the give you guys my anniversary gift." "Peta, you didn't have to get us anything..." "I know, I know. I wasn't going to originally, but you guys are too special to me to not do anything. I mean, she's my best friend and you being the man that married her and all..." Mike began another light exercise in modesty. "I'm touched but you shouldn't..." "Well, I did," she interjected before he could finish. It was serious, but so serious that it came off as demanding. "Can I come in real quick? I only really need one of you for it." "Sure," he finally obliged, giving in to her. He held open the door and allowed her to step into his marble floored foyer. Not even bothering to take off her coat or shoes, he led her into the living room where the Rangers were still leading the Flyers in the game. "Can I get you anything? Water, tea, coffee?" he asked liked a good host. She smiled at him. "No, no, I'm fine. You just sit right there." "Aren't you going to sit?" "No, I'm fine up here. I want you sitting when I give you my gift." "You're scaring me here, Peta," he nervously chuckled as he took a seat like she asked. "What is it?" "My present to you..." She began to undo the large black buttons to her coat. She pulled it open and then seductively slipped off her back. She tossed the whole garment aside while finishing her statement, "...is me." Mike nearly jumped in his seat. "Woah! Peta! What are you doing?!" Peta Watson -- his wife's closest ally - stood before him clad only in her underwear! Her attire consisted of a frilly black and red bra and a matching set of sheer panties. Completing the look were a pair of knee high black stockings and black heels. She was a majestic woman. Her long dark brown locks cascaded onto her chest. Her breasts jutted out proudly just above her taut, flat stomach. Her body was as fit as they got. She put her hands on her hips. "Like what you see Mikey? I picked it out especially for you." Obviously not expecting for this woman to strip down before him, Mike's mannerisms became nervous. His voice fumbled. "You need to leave, Peta." "Why? Don't you want me to stay here so you can stare at me some more? God knows you've done a lot of that," she playfully smirked. "What?!" he exclaimed, obviously thrown off guard by such a bold comment. "Oh don't play dumb! I see it. I see it all the time. You inconspicuously sneaking little peeks at me when Lyna's not around. Well I do notice..." she paused, "...and frankly I like it." "I do not look at you. Where are you even getting these ideas?" he asked rather frantically. Mike was on the defensive and for obvious reasons. For one, he didn't believe he did any of things Peta was accusing him of. Second, he didn't look at other women at all! He wouldn't do that to Lyna! "From you," she replied. "You just love my long legs, don't you?" "No I don't. You need to get out before I -..." "You what? Hit me? Physically remove me? Is that it, Mikey?" She smirked. She loved being in control and making him shut up like that. "I remember your wedding...fuck, you looked good on your tux! And I swear I saw even then that you were looking at me in my bridesmaid's dress. Me! the maid of honour to your wife!" "I wasn't -..." Suddenly things got more serious and truth revealing. "Fuck, I told myself that I wouldn't let you two get that far. I wouldn't let you tie the knot. But you did. That was my mistake. But I promised myself that you wouldn't celebrate your 1st anniversary. That I vowed." "What the hell are you talking about?" he genuinely inquired. "I HATE YOUR WIFE! I do! Hate her!" She finally publicized. Peta was now hysterical. She poured her heart out to Mike. All the feelings she kept deep inside were now manifested. It was Mike's turn to raise his voice. "SHE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND!!" This was indeed a shocking revelation. He knew how close she and Lyna were and to hear that their relationship wasn't as close as he thought was too much. "Oh yeah?! Some best friend! She -- a little fuckin' girl! - gets everything and I get what? JACK SHIT! She gets the hunk, the perfect guy, the perfect wedding, the perfect life. And what's for me? Bouncing from guy to guy?!" "...That's not her fault." "You're right..." she admitted. It was true that Lyna's good fortune had no logical connection to Peta's own woes. That didn't stop her from exerting bad blood toward her friend. "...but I blame her anyways." "Peta, you're really irrational and not thinking straight. I think you need to go home and cool yourself and we'll talk about what happened later." Mike's voice reverted back to the voice of reason. He didn't seem flustered by her. In fact, his earlier outrage aside, he usually conducted himself civilly. He wanted to talk her out of this 'funk.' Peta shook her head and waved her finger at him. "Uh uh. I'm as rational as I can be about this. I've thought about it long and this is what I want and deserve. This time I get what's mine. C'mon, just look at my legs. They're so long and smooth." Peta ran her hand down her smooth, milky thigh. Even though she was tooting her own thorn, it was true that they were impressive. At 5'9, she was a statuesque beauty. "I don't blame you for ogling them. Your wife definitely doesn't have legs like these." "Peta, stop. This isn't going to work." "And what about my ass?" She turned around and bent over slightly so he could take in the full effect of her sculpted butt. "It's so tight and round. I just know you look at it too. Lyna's is non-existent, you can't possibly be looking at her." She rubbed her Victoria Secret clad butt cheeks and slapped it. "That's enough," he continued to assert. "Tell me you're not enjoying the view. ACTUALLY, I don't need you to tell me just yet. I also see you catch a glimpse of my big, beautiful titties. Maybe you need a closer look." She sauntered to Mike. She knelt on top of him and positioned her legs -- heels and all -- on either side of him. Her breasts were perfectly in line with his eye sight. "What're you doing? Get off!" "C'mon Mikey, look at my tits. I want you to look. I've seen you look before. I wear all those cleavage-y blouses for you. I know you look because your little girl wife gives you nothing to look at with those mosquito bites she calls breasts." Peta had little reservations about pointing out the other woman's short comings. If Peta was to describe her in three words, they would be "short", "Asian", and "forgettable". While it remained that Lyna wasn't necessarily an ugly woman, the reality was that from objective standpoint, the brunette did look like the prototypical desirable woman...and Peta bought into this a lot. "Lyna is fine the way she is," he countered while trying to deflect the obvious sex appeal she was putting on. "Hmm, You're a faithful man, aren't you Mikey? Lyna tells me all the time about how you're so good to her. It drives me nuts." "You won't tempt me, Peta." "Oh come on, just look. Looking never hurt. Guys look all the time." "Not me." Even Peta knew this was true. Her earlier comments were made to throw him off and promote her assets. The truth was that Mike was a noble man in every regard. He knew how to take care of his wife and didn't care to even entertain the idea of another woman being in his mind. In fact, this is what partially attracted her to him. This was a good, honourable man...a dying breed in this world! How fun would it be to break down his principles? "Just look Mikey," she pressed. Although he was being extremely uncooperative, she was still patient. She maintained her flirty, playful demeanour. "I won't. You need to leave." It was a battle of wits. A rather uncomfortable one at that. Mike looked at the paintings and photos on the wall, the overhead light, the junk on the coffee table beside him...everywhere but the body straddling his lap and more specifically, the big bust in front of him. "What's taking a little teensy peek going to do? C'mon....for meeee?" "I love my wife. I'm not going to do this." She began to tenderly stroke his arm up and down. "Mmm, so strong and resistant. Such a great bicep." "You're wasting your time, Peta." "Hmm, still stubborn. I'm not going to get anywhere with you, am I?" She playfully frowned again. "You're a smart cookie," he sarcastically quipped. "So I'm practically begging you take a look and you're not even going to oblige? Not one bit?" "Nope." "Well then we have a problem. I'm not going to get off you 'til you look." "We might be here a long time then." "Mmm, tell you what. You look for a few seconds. If it really does nothing for you, I will get up and go." "Or you can get off now." "Ahhh, what's the matter? Afraid you're going to see something you like?" Not that he could see anyways, but she might as well have winked with that comment/question. "Nooo, this is stupid." "If you're so sure of yourself and your marriage, then you should have nothing to fear." Mike still seemed firm. "I have nothing to prove to you." "I'm not asking you to kill a kitten, Mike. Just look. Just a glance." With that, for the first time in the last five minutes, he turned his head to look at her bra. "Fine. There. I looked." Playing on the technicality of her wording, a glance literally meant a glance for him. As quick as he looked, his gaze was averted back to the chandelier above. There was no time at all to actually gauge and process her bust in the split second. Peta quite obviously wasn't amused by this copout. "No, no. You have to do it longer than that, hun," Taking matters into her own hands (quite literally!), she physically positioned his head to where she wanted it. "See, there. That's not so bad." With that, he was finally staring at her breasts. Or more specifically, his line of vision unwillingly coincided with her cleavage. Peta, like many other aspects of her body, was truly flawless when it came to her chest. It was amply sized and shaped and free of blemishes. After a while, he broke the verdict to her. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I feel nothing." "Really? Damn. I really, really thought you'd be into it. I guess I was wrong..." Peta said with displeasure. Truth be told, she had felt something stir under her the moment she shifted his gaze. "Yes. You were." She continued to express her 'disappointment'. "I mean, I thought my deep canyon of cleavage would've done it. You would've been staring oh so deeply into, wondering where it ended. Hmm, I guess I was wrong." "Yeah...sorry Peta..." "And I was so sure you would've been marvelling at their size. They're C cups, you know," she pointed out matter of factly. "Are they?" he inquired, as if it mattered to him now after professing that he wasn't interested. "Yeah. You wouldn't know with the tiny set of tits you have at home, but these are indeed Cs. Don't they look so perfect? It's just a shame you weren't drawn by how flawlessly big and round they are." "Yeah, a shame...." he echoed. "I mean, you would've felt them up. I would've let you." She lifted his arm and held his large, rugged hand to her breast with her comparably soft and tiny hands. "I would've brought your hand up like this and just cupped it like this. It would've felt so good, don't you think?" "Yeah..." The curious part of it all was that Peta had him agreeing with the hypothetical chain of events in the case that he was indeed turned on by her. But while Mike admitted to feeling nothing at the sight of her breasts, the fact remained that his gaze never left her magnificent chest. "My hand over yours..." she cooed, "...completely focussed on my breast and how right it felt to hold it...it would've felt so right, don't you think, Mikey?" "Yeah..." "And then I would part my bustier for a sec, just like this..." she moved the fabric over her right bra to expose the areola and nipple, "...so you could see my perfect nipple. So pointed and perky. You wouldn't have been able to not look, would you?" "I...." "Don't answer that. Just look how I trace my perky little nipple like this. That's right, I would circle the outside of it...so pink and perfect...circling and circling it...and I would just remind you how your wife doesn't even come close to my rack with her breasts. I would have been able to give you something to hold on to...something to grab....something you deserve and need..." Mike had no words for this mesmerizing display, not even for the fact that she took another shot at her best friend -- his wife! Peta's red manicured nail spun around that her beautiful nipple and he followed it along the way. Her soothing voice supplemented the entire affair. She had his attention captured. Peta used this same immaculately painted nail to direct his face away from her chest and to her face. She looked into his soft, hazel eyes and knew then that something had changed in him. They were unfocussed and distracted...glassy even. She had him. "And then, Mikey, baby, at the end of it all, our gazes would have met like they are now and there would have been one thing left to do..." With that, she leaned into him and pressed her glossy, pink lips against his. She revelled in the fact that it was real kiss! She could tell that by the way he adamantly responded that he wanted this. She pressed her tongue in his mouth and he not only welcomed it, but he acted on it! Their tongues swirled around each other. There was nothing nice about their exploits: there was lip smacking, biting, and an abundance of fervour from both parties. The passion of their kissing translated into sexual stimulation. The bulge in his jeans became more pronounced and pushed against the beautiful woman in front of him. The significance of it all was his attraction to her was enough -- if only temporarily - to make him forget the ring on his finger. For her own right, Peta's arousal was twofold. On the base level, the kiss was everything she thought it would be. Mike knew what he was doing and they were hitting it off. On another level, the eroticism came from the fact that her seduction was a success. She seemingly converted this happily married man. Related, she led him away from her best friend and into her arms. With these exciting thoughts in her mind, she frantically fished at his crotch. Still locked in the indulgent embrace, she fumbled with the button to his pants and then the zipper. "I need to see your cock..." she moaned. She broke the kiss to pull it out of his underwear. Her reaction was instant. She was impressed. The thing seemingly sprang to life and stood completely erect. It was huge! Peta had been eyeing his package for a long time and could only imagine what kind of monster lived between those legs. But this...this exceeded her expectations. "Wow...." She took the shaft in her hand and began to stroke it. There was so much power in his cock. She could feel it as she pumped it up and down. Mike was silent and space out as he watched and enjoyed the handjob. "I want this in me...I need this in me..." she declared in a sultry and seductive whisper. She pointed his cock toward her and parted her panties slightly with the other. She slotted his dick in her pussy without even a mention of contraception by either one of them. "Oh fuck....this is what you've been keeping from me..." she moaned. She bounced up and down on his shaft. Her wet pussy provided her enough of a natural lubricant to allow for it to happen. It was rapid and intense. All her feelings and longing had come out now while she humped his thick dick. "You should've never kept this from me..." She moved back into an oral embrace. Placing her arms around his neck, she kissed his lips, his cheeks, his neck...she went about it in careless and frantic manner. She was so energized and turned on. "It should've been all mine..." Then she stopped sucking his face to look dead in his eyes while continuing to ride him. "Tell me it's all mine..." "It's all yours, babe..." A surge pulsated through her fit form upon hearing those words. "That's right...all for me...none for Lyna..." The discomfort of the position did get to her though. "Legs are cramping..." she said. Mike shifted his body further down the couch. Peta then stretched out her on the cushion to alleviate the pressure. Then Peta took her arms off from around him. She began to lie back so she just hovered in the air. Her arms touched the ground so as to stabilize her more. Bringing her knees up, Mike secured his hands around her thighs. This position allowed him greater leverage to piston in and out of her with more than enough force that no longer necessitated exerting her own self on him. From this marvelous position, Mike abruptly began to stand up. Peta brought her upper body back closer to his and grabbed him around the neck for support. Then she locked her ankles around him as well. The move was one only two people in tip top physical shape could pull off. With his dick firmly lodged inside of her and her holding on tight, he began to walk around. Peta was a passenger in this exchange. She showered him with kisses even when he backed her into a wall and stationed them there for a few minutes. There, he rocked her body while keeping her suspended like that. Her legs tangled around his back like two cream coloured pythons and secured her in place. The phone began to ring. The couple completely ignored it, instead choosing to make out. After seven rings, the automated machine began to play its message. Then a voice came on: "Hey, why aren't you answering the phone? Anyways, I'm all done my appointment and I'm heading home real soon. I look and feel ah-mazing!! I just stop by somewhere and pick up one more surprise. Excited! Bye!!" "She needs a week's worth of appointments to look as good as me anyways..." Peta coldly commented between two wet ones. His ass was half-covered by his dress shirt. His hips ploughed into her. She was stuck between him and the wall - two solid foundations. This was where exactly she wanted to be. She knew she had woken something in him. Behind his mild-mannered, civil exterior was an animal. Peta taught him through instinct how do maximize his bodily capacities. One look at him and any observer could guess that he was a strong being. Peta knew he wasn't displaying this in bed with Lyna. Peta demanded the most of her men. She wanted to be thrashed around. "Tell me...tell me this isn't the best fuck you've ever had...tell me..." she demanded, while he pounded her uncontrollably. "It is the best..." he answered. Anniversary Gift "I bet you and Lyna never fucked this hard and raw..." "No, we didn't..." "I bet everything took place in the bedroom...vanilla stuff...." "Yeah..." "We'll get to the bedroom...eventually. It won't be vanilla though, I promise you..." "Ooooh..." he just moaned. "Because one thing about me is I like it everywhere. The kitchen, the nursery, the bedroom, my cunt, my ass, my mouth..." "You slut..." Euphoria hit her mind when he uttered that word. Slut. She openly identified as one. She wasn't going to hide it. She told him up front the dirty acts she was capable of. She even showed him. Playing the role of a home wrecking bitch, seducing a married man with no regard for the woman in the relationship...this was the calling card of a slut. "I am a slut," she admitted, "...don't you forget it. I'm your slut." Her grip around his neck and back tightened into a vice-like grip. She shot her face up and shut her eyes. Her entire body was tense. Her voice echoed the exhilarated explosions of her body. Her body then went limp. She collapsed into him. Her ample chest with her bra cups manipulated to expose her mounds pressed against his chest. His warm breath bore down on her exposed body. While she was spent for now, she made a trail of wet kisses all along his neck and the part of his broad shoulder not covered by his shirt. Still lodged into him, he began a promenade with her slumped into him, one that led into the kitchen. First he crashed her into the pantry door, nailing her in the same way he was in the hallway. But it wasn't long before he swung her around and sat her on top of his spacious marble counter top. He held her by her thick calfs. She gripped the edge of the surface. Their faces met once again while he thrusted his pelvis toward hers. She pulled away and began to work at his chest. "I need to see this body..." she moaned. He held her securely so this allowed her to pop each of the buttons on his shirt. Working from top to bottom, gradually it fell open. She parted both sides and fell into awe. Hairless, flat, bold...this was a man! She pressed her hands up against his pecks. "You were wrong to ever waste this body on that midget..." she whispered. Her hand moved down to his toned abs. Mike was a man who worked out quite regularly and it showed. She could feel the heat emanating from his flawless skin. Exploring his body like this was a rush. Being propped up above him and having his cock fill her, everything came at her like a whirlwind. Really, it went past just having a juicy hunk of meat expertly rammed up her cunt. This is what she wanted, but when she got it, it was more surreal than expected. Here she was: amorously making out with and wildly being fucked by her own best friend's now corrupted husband on the couple's kitchen counter. It was official. Mike and Lyna's home was now Peta's playground for her perverted exploits. The house itself was actually pretty brand new. That is to say, the structure itself, the appliances and furniture inside, and the memories within its walls were all recently built, purchases and made. And now, what was supposed to be the home that housed Lyna and Mike's love together for a long time had become a cesspool for his adultery and her wicked seduction. Peta reached behind her and clasped her bra, letting it slowly slink off her arms. She discarded it beside her. This time it was his turn to marvel at her impressive chest. "Your tits are gorgeous..." he dreamily uttered. "Mmmm, they are, aren't they? And they're all yours, baby." Mike neared her bosom and took her breast in his mouth. Peta gasped in utter delight. His tongue worked around the nipple and jerked it back and forth. The brunette felt like a mom nursing her new born. With one hand she caressed the back of his while marvelling at the sensation in her areolas. "Lyna could never give you tits like these. And you deserve to have them at your reach forever. I can give you what she couldn't. I can give you everything and more." She continued to cradle and to caress his head. His lips smacked against her nub every time he pulled them off. Then he attached himself on to and sucked on it for a prolonged period. That really made her feel like a mother! Added to the sweet jerks into her pussy and Peta was one happy woman. Her new man was experiencing to aspects of her bodily gifts. Mike raised his head and met her gaze again. He was glassy eyed. He was so wrapped up in tasting Peta's tits. He was physically and sexually immersed in her wild cleavage and had come out punch drunk. They both went in for another wet and passionate French kiss. "Tell me about Lyna's body. Tell me what you hate about that cunt." "I despise everything about her. She has no tits. She's flat and I hate it. I couldn't tell her that though." "Mmmmm, you couldn't, but deep down you hated the girl's guts for not giving what you wanted and needed. You resented her this whole time, didn't you?" "I did. I hated her." Peta's smile widened. "I knew it. You were coaxed into marriage by a woman you're not even sexually attracted to. Sounds like a bitch to me...and NOT the good kind." It was absurd. Did Mike hate Lyna all this time? Likely not. It didn't make sense for him to have held a grudge amongst their undeniable emotional connection. ...But Peta convinced him this was the case. The brunette had managed to get him to believe this distorted version of events. Truth be told, Peta was the bitch, not Lyna. The jezebel effectively seduced and manipulated the married man to go along with everything she said. Whether this was a point to her perseverance and savvy or a fatal flaw in his own ability to think rationally and to succumb to temptation, the fact remained that she took a healthy, loving bond and dumped it on its head. Mike now believed that his wife was a problem all this time, despite never having though that previous! And now, they were caught in a euphoric, self-indulgent bubble. Nothing else seemed to matter. Not that they were disrespecting social norms. Not that they were violating the sanctity of marriage. Not that they were playing with people's emotion. Not even that they were ruining lives. Nothing. It was them, their sexual attraction and how it translated to hot sex. Mike pulled himself out of Peta. He lifted her off the counter and cradled her in his muscular arms. She hugged him around the neck while he brought them out of the kitchen and into the corridor. Their faces were once again glued together and their tongues rekindled their partnership. Peta thought she felt something hit her foot and definitely heard something crash and break, but it didn't occur to her see what it was. She was busy worshipping him while he navigated the rest of the foyer and up the stairs. Atop the top floor, Mike backed them into the master bedroom. He spun around and tactfully kicked the door shut with his foot without missing a beat. He brought her to the foot of the king sized bed and deposited her onto it. As if by instinct, she lied back on her forearms and silently called to him with her body. Gosh, she looked amazing! Her breasts jutted out above her perfectly flat stomach. Her legs were long and toned. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him invitingly. Mike took a deep breath while he watched her slip her panties down her legs. She grabbed it from her feet and tossed the pair at him. She then undid her heels and kicked them off too. She was naked save for her black stockings. Those would stay on. That was enough to make him want her now! He threw off his shirt and removed his jeans and boxers. Peta looked on amusingly at his bare naked form as he neared her. He climbed on to the bed and knelt between her thighs. Displaying her flexibility, she stretched her legs up and rested them on his shoulders. Then, with her assistance, he positioned his cock back into her slit. Then he rocked back and forth into her. It began at a modest pace but quickly livened. Holding on to the two big structures beside him, he fired into her sex at a frantic speed. Mike was animal with Peta. She brought out in him what Lyna never could. He was so tender with his sweet, raven haired wife. It was Peta's unspoken desire to be taken advantage of in the roughest way possible. Because she was in such a prone position, it was completely up to Mike to lead. That was fine with her though. She lay with her arms to her sides and moaned every time his cock tore into her. It was a surreal moment when he looked to either side of him and just saw leg -- albeit covered by her stockings. Peta's gams were a marvel in themselves -- a fact she was well aware of. She made full use of them with her sexual partners. Then he looked down and saw her torso. Having this beautiful body with its long legs, big bust, and flat abs for his exclusive sexual use really got to him. It was like nothing else he experience. To say that it was a change from Lyna was an understatement. Not that she could ever pull off such a position to begin with, but to look down and not see that petite Asian body...THAT was different. It was a good kind of different though. Peta felt and acted nothing like his wife...and he revelled in it. After an extended period of this, Peta brought her flexible limps down. She then locked them around Mike's waist. As if they weren't already sexually connected, their physical entanglement completed the powerful image. Although it was clear from his thunderous thrusts that he was controlling things, one could not deny how formidable she looked right now. This was a woman who exuded confidence and experience in bed. "How does it feel to have these serpent-like legs wrapped around you?" she asked. "Mmmm, feels great Peta...." he wailed. Peta smirked below him. It was very evident by now that she loved to hear him talk about her body. It was a strange part of her psyche. She rarely exhibited an ounce of modesty. She had a great body and adored validation on this fact...quite often at the expense of other women. It was about competition. Without having something to compare herself to, she could not pin herself as the hottest thing on legs. Of course, she was pompously convinced that even with all the women in the world she actually WAS the fiercest and sexiest! "I know..." she simply remarked. The sturdy bed shook with the momentum of their fucking. The wooden headboard clashed with the wall, sending the harsh sound of loud 'thuds' through the room. Though as loud as the hammering was against the wall, it couldn't mask the screams that escaped Peta's lips. Her body tensed up and was hit with a wave of sexual euphoria. Her nails scratched against the mattress while she enjoyed this orgasmic experience. The yelps turned to perilous inhalations as Peta seemingly recovered from this assault on her form. Mike slowed his pace in order to allow her recuperation while also processing it all in his own brain. Inducing a climax in his lover was a powerful feeling for him, even if he felt nothing on his end. Eventually they shifted bodily positions...or at least, Peta did. Mike remained where he was while the sexy brunette rolled to her front. Resting on her forearms, she lifted her hips up off the bed so her rounded cheeks were hovering in plain sight of the married man. Mike immediately went to resume his cock's position inside her. "No..." she stopped him, opting for another idea. "Up the ass...." The man adjusted accordingly. He inched away from her wet pussy lips and refocused on her anal hole. Entry was rough, but certainly less uncomfortable than anticipated. The fortunate thing about fucking for the better part of the last hour and a half was that the juices amounted on his dick served as a natural lubricant. Thus, there were grunts and there were moans, but the entire experience wasn't completely lost on Peta. A wicked woman like Peta thrived on having a cock lodged up her backside. Anal sex was made for her. It contained a rawness and vulgarity that didn't exist with vaginal or oral intercourse. Of course, that wasn't to say that her latter two brands of sex were nice and cutesy. Peta loved things unorthodox. "Oh god, what an ass...." Mike muttered to himself, but still audible to her. He stabilized himself by holding on to her creamy and rounded hips. Down below him, Peta acknowledged the potent yet gratifying feeling between her cheeks. There was certainly discomfort every time he inched deeper into him, but the experience as a whole was welcomed. Peta had participated in anal penetration with many guys. One could say it was a kink of hers. She'd been with men with sizable dicks. None compared to these eventful minutes in front of Mike though. "Mmmm - it's all yours, my love. Do with it as you like. It's yours. After today, you have all the time in the world to enjoy this ass and to -- oooh -- make up for all that wasted time fucking my best friend." From here, Peta went into a strange self-glorifying oration. "She can't give you an ass like this...no one can....no one can...just me...mmmm...." It was like she was convincing herself as well as convincing her partner This mantra only increased her arousal. She reached between her legs and rubbed her moist pussy lips. Her whimpers were loud, deep, and long and reverberated strongly inside Mike's and Lyna's bedroom. There was nothing 'Lyna' about anal sex. It was neither pretty nor cutesy about it. And that's what set Peta off about it. It was about being treated harshly and being just outside your comfort zone. In feeling his cock register inside her walls, her arousal finally hit a climax. "MMMMMMMM......YEAAAAAHHHHHH...." she shouted. Peta's vagina leaked onto her hand and onto the bed sheets below. By instinct, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked off a bit. From here, Peta brought her body upright so she was basically kneeling with him while still having his dick lodged in her. Still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, the brunette moved up and down, trying to fuel his own thrusts. She could feel his warm breath on her neck in between his kisses, which sent chills down her spine. Mike gently slid his hands from her hips to her front. "Fuck...you have an amazing body..." he cooed in her ear. "Mmmmm...isn't it great, hun?" she delicious moaned. "My perfectly taut stomach...sculpted just for you..." "I love it..." "How would you love it if it became implanted with your seed?" "Ooooo..." he moaned. "Filled with your seed and then made to expand as a young fetus grew inside of me...it would be such a beautiful thing...our DNA combining to produce a healthy, beautiful child...it was meant to be...gorgeous and successful people like me and you were meant to be mates..." Peta began to moan again. The thought of being bred by this married hunk excited her. That would be the ultimate act of betrayal on his part would be to impregnate another woman. This wasn't a whim idea for her to humiliate her friend either. She actually wanted to have a child eventually. Now, the opportunity was right. She was ovulating and she had the right man with her to fertilize her eggs. It was perfect. Her panting resonated loudly. The bed rattled and crashed against the wall some more. Despite the door being closed, it didn't permit anyone outside the room from not hearing the racket. The noise they were making was undeniable loud, so loud that someone half-way up the stairs could hear...someone like Lyna Truong. The petite girl entered her house quite refreshed and rather anxiously after her spa and hair day. "Miiiiiike? I'm home!", she called out. No response. She figured she would have to scout him out. She found the TV showing a recap of the Rangers victory and two and half empty beer bottles on the table, but no Mike. Curiously noting the white coat bundled in a pile on the carpet, she explored the house calling his name. The sheer black and red bra in the kitchen certainly didn't help things. Clutching it, she was not only shocked at its presence, but also its size! Moving out to the main corridor, she really began to worry. "What the...?" she said, noticing the remnants of her vase that was splattered all over the ground. She was really up in arms and questioned what was going on and where Mike was. She crept up the stairs continuing to call for him. That's when she heard what sounded like banging. Then she heard the loud moans -- a female's voice. Shivers went down her back. Her arms were covered in goosebumps. If she didn't know what was happening by now, than she truly was oblivious. Her feet were heavy when she reached the top of the stairs. "Mi-ike?" she called out with a broken voice. She covered her mouth and shook her head. She pushed the door open. The black and pink 'La Senza' shopping bag instantly fell to the ground at her feet. "Ooooooooo....yes....suck me.....suck me like I know you can......" There Lyna saw the gorgeous naked form of her best friend sitting at the foot of her bed! Her stocking and heel clad legs and feet hung on either side of a male body. It was Mike!! She knew it from his very muscular upper back and his hairline. His head was buried between her thighs! "Peta?! Mike?!" she called out. A million thoughts raced through her head. What was happening?! The expression on Peta's face told her that she wasn't completely with her. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth was slightly parted. She looked to be in some sort of trance induced by the pleasure in her pussy. "What is going on here?!" Lyna outraged. Her nose tingled. The first sign of oncoming tears. Peta seemed to snap out of it upon hearing Lyna's nagging shouts. "Mmmm...looks like we have a visitor, my sweet..." "Is she back already? Just ignore her, babe...." Mike carelessly said between slurps. Lyna of course was hurting. He just blew her off! Like she didn't even matter! She was his wife! "How can you say a thing like that?!" She fought off tears. "I'll handle this, my love. You just focus on being your talented self and I'll talk to her." Peta was seemingly nursing him like she was his mother. She stroked his hair and ran her hands through it. "You look good, Lyne. Well, as good as you're going to get anyways. But they did the best with what they had to work with, I guess..." "I trusted you...!" The Asian woman fired. Her breathing quickened. She was very tense. "Yeah, well look where your trust -- ooooh - got you. Better yet, look where it got your husband..." Lyna looked down and saw her husband focussed as ever on satisfying this woman -- her best friend! He didn't even acknowledge her presence. With all the time they spent together, it was surreal that he would disrespect her in the worst way possible. Lyna struggled internally with trying to make it all out. Was he drunk? Did she drug him? How long had this been going on? Was she that much of an oblivious fool not to see anything going on? No, no, she wasn't, she thought. Mike was a good man. That's why she married him. He gave her his undivided attention all the time. Yet still...how did that same man find him between the thighs of another woman? It didn't make sense! "Mike...no...." she whimpered, trying to get his attention. If she could look into his eyes, she'd have a window into his state of mind. He didn't even turn his head though. It was as if he was in a trance -- truly in her power. His whole world right now was Peta's pussy. The more he licked, the more he fell in line with her. The adulterous woman stroked her pet's hair and moaned occasionally whenever she was affected enough to do so. By this response from her, it was clear Mike was doing a masterful job. Where did he learn that? Never once did he eat out her out. It was never discussed. It didn't need to be. Their sex life was fulfilling enough without it, wasn't it? Is this what he wanted? Anniversary Gift Amongst her self-indulgent euphoria, Peta was aware of Lyna. She heard her sob and frankly, thought it was funny. Caught in this situation, a normal woman would've tried to pry her husband's lips from the foreign pussy they tasted. But no, her Asian just stood there -- paralyzed. She short stubby legs -- albeit quivering -- were stuck to the ground. Peta watched Lyna watching Mike and confirmed to herself that her friend was utterly passive. She was weak. Her husband was slipping away from her and she did nothing proactive about it. That was completely laughable and just justified Peta stealing her away from him. If Lyna wasn't going to do anything, why did she deserve to even have as a lover? Peta was setting things right by putting all the Lyna's of the world in their place. After experiencing a mini -- but pleasurable -- orgasm, the brunette sweetly told her lover to stay put, while she hopped off the bed and stood -- fully nude - in front of her clothed best friend. In this present situation, it became known just how unlikely they were as close mates. Peta towered over Lyna! Not only that, their body language were at polar ends. The brunette was proud, confident, her back completely straight, her sizable chest pushed outwards. The raven haired woman, by contrast, was quivering, frightened, unstable in stature and in mental state. Of course, the taller, dominant woman picked up on this and was going to run with it. "Awww, you gonna cry? Hmm? Is that it? You should cry like the little girl you are." Peta began to stroke her tortured friend's hair. "Let it all out Lyna. Let it all out." "I'm not a little girl," Lyna mustered, trying to show some bravery in the midst of this bullying and infantilizing treatment. Peta's voice went high pitched and goofy, as if she was talking to a baby. "You are. A poor little girl. Only little girls ball their eyes out. So just do it. Cry for me. Shed a little tear. Or two. Or three. That's it. Cry. Just cry little girl. C'mon just..." Having enough of this harassment, Lyna winded up to strike her. Peta was quick on her feet though. "Oh no dear..." she uttered. She caught her forearm just above the wrist and twisted the entire limb downwards. Not only was she pressuring her wrist, but Lyna's shoulder was discomforted as well too. "Ow, ow...you're hurting me..." she moaned, her feet dancing on the floor in an odd way to cope with the pain. Peta did let go of Lyna, leaving her Asian best friend to clutch her aching wrist with her free arm. She looked down at it while nursing it. Then she pouted up at a smirking Peta. It was her former friend's dominant display and her realization of her own helplessness through it all that had her emotion finally showed through. Her nose tingled. "Awwww...finally going to let the waterworks run, huh?" Peta taunted while watching Peta's face scrunch up and her eyes begin to sparkly. "Go ahead honey. Go ahead and cry. I won't hold it against you..." It was at this moment that Lyna broke down. First, her legs quivered. Then, she just sunk down onto her knees. Tears flowed freely from her dark pupils, effectively ruining her eye makeup. Thoroughly satisfied with herself, Peta lowered herself to her level. "Aww, poor baby...see, doesn't it feel better to let it all out?" "Why....?" Lyna pitifully asked with a sniffle and tears lining her cheeks. "I told you. You're a weak, pathetic little girl. And little girls don't get real men. Mmhmm, that's how it works. You need to accept it. By the way..." she slid Lyna's wedding ring off the crying woman's finger "...you won't be needing this anymore. Because your marriage is over, honey. It ran its course and now it's finished. I'm going to make him happier than you ever could as his new wife. Maybe we'll even use this ring for the wedding!" Then she examined the gold band. "On second thought, maybe not. It's nice and all, but Mikey's going to get me a new one -- a better one. Aren't you, Mikey?" "Anything you want, babe," the cheating man replied, a smile on his face. "What were you going to give her for today anyways?" Peta curiously asked. "A ring...it's in the top dresser drawer underneath the boxers," Mike calmly replied. He had no reservations about going along with his new lover in front of wife whom he supposedly cared for. The brunette rose and walked over to the dresser. Sure enough, a tiny little box was hidden beneath a pair of his underwear. "Oh wow....pretty!" She knelt back down and showed the purple jewelled band to Lyna. "Gorgeous, ain't it?" She then took it out of the case and circled both rings between her fingers. "What do you say, Lyne? Maybe I should get them resized and turned into a couple of piercings. I think they would look great on my cunt." Then she placed the two over her areolas. "Or maybe one on each nipple so when Mike is worshipping my perfect tits he has something to play. Wouldn't that be a kick in the cunt?" She cackled. "You're a monster..." Lyna accused through heavy tears. "Mmmm...maybe," Peta amusingly responded, "I'll be the sexiest monster there ever was though. Way better than your stanky ass anyways. There's no way he's going near you no matter what you pulled." She paused. "That does remind me though..." She retrieved Lyna's lingerie bag. Then she pulled out a slinky black negligee from it. "Ooooooo, cute!!!" she cheerfully commented. She put the transparent to her body as if she trying it on for size. It clearly looked like midget's clothing on her. "Gotta admit, you do have good taste, Lyna...in picking stuff that suits other people anyways. You definitely don't have the body to pull this off...clothes like this are women, not little girls...no dress up for you today." Lyna at this point was caught on her own tears and couldn't offer a verbal response. How could she? Peta had dominated her physically and now was dismantling her with her words. She died a little inside with every little swipe the brunette had for her. "And by the way, Mikey told me of your hopes to finally conceive a child tonight..." Peta shook her head and smiled, "...well, that's not going to happen either, sweetie. The only baby making that'll be happening tonight is between me and him. It just makes more sense that way! I mean, think about it. A strong hunk of a man mixing with a weakling of a girl like you? No, that won't do. He needs a strong woman to give him the baby he deserves." She paused to survey Lyna. The heartbreak on her face was quite visible. Having a baby with Mike meant a lot to her and here Peta was taking that away from her. Not only that, but she was taking her place! She was going to have her baby!! "But don't worry, Lyna baby. I'll make sure you have a front row seat for when the magic does happen. Don't go anywhere now..." Peta intended to get up, but she stopped herself part of the way. She look at the nightie in her hand and then at her former best friend. "Actually...on second thought..." Then she began ripping the garment. It was an easy task just because it was so thin. She was ruthless with it. Lyna looked on in horror. "Wh-what are you doing?" "Just a little insurance babe," she said, dropping the torn dress on the ground save for two sizable pieces. "Children can't be trusted to do what they're told." Then, she forcibly dragged a weakened Lyna over to the dressers. She slipped a piece of cloth around one wrist and then tied it a handle on the furniture piece. Lyna sighed heavily and kept her head down through the entire ordeal. She was too beaten to resist even this. Peta repeated the action with the other hand so that Lyna sat with her arms tied above her. Peta grabbed Lyna's chin and lifted her face. Eye contact became a point of authority for Peta. One could tell a lot of things just by looking into another's eyes. Right now the vindictive jezebel saw defeat in her female foe. Moreover, by commanding eye contact, Peta was also forcing compliance out the heartbroken girl. "Now then my dearest best friend in the whole wide world, you are going to sit here and watch as magic happens before your pretty little Asian eyes." Peta let go of her face and then patted her cheek. "So just stick around." The brunette climbed back on the bed along with Mike. She instructed him to sit with his back to his wife while she then sat her cunt onto his penis. She wrapped her arms around his neck and upper back, and soon the two were rocking back and forth rather rabidly. For those first few moments, Peta's hazel pupils were not visible. She had her lids shut and her face buried in his shoulder and neck. One hand was on his head and the other was draped around his back. She nestled kisses along his skin. She opened her eyes and focussed her vision ahead. "You watching Lyne?" The raven haired Asian looked pitiful. A third party would've lamented her situation. Restrained, cruelly forced to take in this wicked site. What monsters were capable of this? In that moment, Peta began to think about what was running through Lyna's head. A sick smile curled her lips as she toyed with prospect that perhaps, deep down, she enjoyed it. Perhaps her friend was getting turned on by watch the two of them mate. In her mind Lyna finally recognized her inadequacy as a lover to Mike and acknowledged how much more apt Peta was. Perhaps she had awakened some sick aversion to seeing her husband with women who could actually give her what she herself couldn't. Wouldn't that be hilarious: Lyna as a bona fide cuckquean?! An examination of Lyna's mind didn't see any of that, however. Apart from the pain in her arms, she felt nothing. She was numb. Peta reduced her to this. She saw her best friend ride her husband, but she didn't react with horror, anger, or fear. She even stopped crying. In that moment, she recognized that she was beaten. One could ask why she didn't fight for her man, but it ran down to the fact that she couldn't anymore. She was emotionally spent. Her tears drained, her strength depleted, her spirit crushed. Her senses took in the sights and sounds in front of her, but she couldn't put much meaning to it. She was no longer invested in the affair. It was as though she was in a mindless trance -- a running theme for the day. A fair amount of time later it was time for Mike to scream. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" he shouted. Then, Peta felt his sperm ooze out of his penis and into her hole. And just like that, the deed was done. Peta got off the bed and leisurely strolled over to the restrained Lyna. She was floating...on top of the world one could say. Lyna looked up at her and Peta noted the glassy, faraway look in her dark pupils. The lights were on, but nobody was home. "Hey! Hey!!" snapped her fingers in front of her. "You with me, you Asian cunt?!" She put her hands on her thighs as if to frame the area she wanted the poor girl to focus on. "See that? In nine short months this cum-filled cunt is going to push out a beautiful boy or girl." And indeed, Mike's spunk was quite visible. It was practically dripping out of her. "Savour it -- visually of course -- because," she scooped a finger of the white stuff into her mouth, "mmm, this is the closest you're going to get to it ever again." She continued her oration to the unresponsive girl who moved her vision from the leaky cunt to the smirking face of the woman who possessed it. "Hmm, it's sad, isn't it? I've denied you everything: his cum, his dick, his baby, a shot at a happy life, the perfect marriage...all in a day's works. Crazy, isn't it? Hmm." She cackled and then turned around. Lyna watched as her heel covered feet lifted themselves back in the bed. Peta spread out her body called Mike with a finger. He hovered above her kissing her breasts, her taut midriff, and just above her vaginal region -- all in sequence. From here he slotted himself into her for yet another sex round. Lyna's vision was of those heels as well as her husband's naked ass, moving to and fro. She sat there until both parties on her bed exploded on orgasm and then collapsed down. They cuddled each other, avidly making out with Peta occasionally sneaking a glance to Lyna. The two eventually did sleep in each other's arms, spent from hours and hours of sex. Lyna also found a way to sleep even in her position. This was short lived though as an undetermined time later, she was awoken by a harsh primal scream. Peta and Mike had gone at it again and the female was in the midst of another orgasm. Lyna fell back asleep, but the new lovers were still going at that time. The next time Lyna opened her eyes, it was morning and she could feel someone working at her bonds. It was Mike, wearing only a pair of jeans. His bare chest was in plain sight of her. "Oh, you're awake," he said. "Peta says you have to go." Lyna looked at his eyes. He spoke that with such apathy, like she was a stranger and not the woman he loved for so many years. How could someone do that? His eyes lacked the same feeling as his words. She rose to her feet and he spoke some more while she massaged her aching wrists and arms. "I would say it's nothing personal, Lyne, but it is. You don't do it for me anymore...you never did. Peta showed me a whole new world: one that's full of sex and pleasure I didn't know existed...one that you couldn't show me." When the two of them reached the middle of the main foyer, Mike's mistress was standing there amongst the vase shards. She wore only her lacy panties from yesterday and one of her new lover's dress shirts. "Peta wants to say bye." The two French kissed in front of the mute Asian before she was transferred over to the brunette. She slid her arm around her shorter former friend and took a stroll with her. "Lyna, Lyna, Lyna...my best friend...my bride....this is it for you, hun. I'm sorry to stay my dear child this is where you go. Momma and daddy are going to be doing a heckuva lotta screwing today and that's no place for a little girl." "But don't worry, you might not be staying here anymore, but neither will we be for much longer. We're gonna move away -- buy a way bigger and better house -- not this Barbie playhouse you have him living in. After all, we deserve the greatest fortune, don't we?" She chuckled. Lyna was still unresponsive. She hadn't spoken a word since last night. "And as for you, you'll make it all happen! See, you're going to sign whatever papers we send to you so we can get hitched. And don't worry about your things, I'll make sure you get them...if I feel like it anyways." By this time, they had reached the front door. Peta opened it and easily ushered Lyna outside -- naturally. "And in case you didn't get it yesterday, I hope you don't blame me in all this. This is all on you. This is all on your pathetic girl body and you thinking that you actually belonged with a real man like that. No, men like Mike are reserved for real women." "Oh, and Lyna...Happy Anniversary!" she said, the view of the mute, motionless Asian woman gradually becoming obstructed as the door shut on her. While Lyna found herself standing on the outside -- until yesterday evening -- of what had been her life, Peta turned back to Mike and strolled on over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled in close, her naked breasts pressing against his body. "God, I love how you talk to her like that!" he said. "Mmmmm, I know," she cooed. "Now....where were we?" They kissed. It was an embrace of sweet victory on her part. Mike lifted her up and cradled her up the stairs. Epilogue The period following this episode featured much soul searching and counseling for the pretty Asian. Lyna and her whole family naturally distanced themselves from Mike and Peta. Even the trio's mutual friends sided with the heartbroken woman. They tried to get some answers from the new lovers but to no avail. As for the evil couple themselves, Peta and Mike were perfectly content living as just the two of them. They moved away and started their own life. Their wedding was rather minimalistic and consisted only of a chapel setting with few spectators. Mike's divorce to Lyna went through uncontested and painlessly, allowing the new marriage with Peta to occur without quarrel. There were pictures and Peta made sure to send a copy of them to Lyna's mother's house. A look through those images would have produced a very pregnant bride and a stiff in the pants groom. Lyna did end up finding love again, but she was very cautious in doing so. Learning to trust another man was a very difficult process. Her mate was a step down from Mike, but then again, all men were - well, Lyna believed that up until their anniversary. Mike and Peta wound up very happy. They brought a new face into the world -- a beautiful little girl named Jessie (short for Jezebel). Peta embraced motherhood. She would pass all her knowledge about getting what you want onto young Jessie. Having Mike around kept the desire to be around hunky guys alive in the girl as well. As for the couple themselves, they both had a high sex drive. They fucked at least once day. That was the way hot couples had to do it. They practically forgot about Lyna, but occasionally Peta thought of her while they fucked. She especially remembered her during their own one year anniversary as spouses. If Mike could see her face while he ploughed her from behind, he'd notice a very devious smirk creep onto her face as she thought about her former best friend and the time she rip her husband away from her on her anniversary. Yes, she was the best anniversary gift.