0 comments/ 29658 views/ 0 favorites One Dark Night By: biggles "What do you want for your birthday?" Wendy asked. It was a hard question to answer, we had everything we wanted, "You know what I want, I want to watch you, how about it?" I replied, "it would be a super birthday present - let's do it before we are too old." "But I only want you," she protested, "and you would change you mind afterwards." "Chicken chicken chicken," I taunted, "that's a cop out, you are just dumping it back on me because so that you won't have to accept that I love you enough-I will just have to tie you down and make you, you won't get chance to refuse me then." "You would not do that because you are the chicken" she retorted and turned over and went to sleep. My birthday came closer. A week before I went out for a beer with three of my old friends. We discussed our partners and sexual preferences one or two confessed that they had the same ambition as I did, one even claimed that he had seen it happen. I quizzed him on how he managed to persuade his partner. It came down to three basic options - she either had to be already enthusiastic or drunk at the time or forcibly taken, with the willing participation of the husband. That was it, I had an idea. I put it to them. Everyone agreed to participate. I wanted to agree a time but they insisted that they work out the details themselves so I would not know what was going to happen. I could hardly wait. "Let's just have a quiet night in for my birthday" I suggested the following morning, "We could do something special." She agreed, nor guessing what she was letting herself in for. My birthday came at last. It was a Saturday and I encouraged Wendy to rest. I cooked a nice, but light and early supper and we started to watch a video. It contained a lot of bondage, I could see that she found it interesting. I kissed her and started to play with her tits, she pushed me away. "Naughty" I caught and held her hand, "we will have to tie you down if you don't behave," "You and whose army?" she retorted playfully. "The army will be round later," I told her with a giggle. She never suspected a thing. "Oh goody I hope that there are a lot of them, when will they be here?" "When you are ready" I replied. I kissed her and gradually I got her stripped off and carried her to the bedroom. On the way I turned the living room lights off and on and off again. "What are you doing?" "Signalling the troops of course." "I hope that there are a lot of them" she said. She still had no idea what was about to happen. In the bedroom I laid her naked on the bed. I tweaked her nipples. She tried to push my hand away. "If you are naughty I will have to tie you down." I got up and positioned her on the bed spread eagle fashion and quickly fastened on the wrist and ankle straps which I had prepared earlier. "I think that I will have to make sure that you cannot see what I am doing" and I placed a large padded blindfold over her eyes. "Help, Help" she called out mockingly and not loud enough for anyone to hear. "HELP HELP" she called out a bit louder than before. "I cannot have you disturbing the neighbours like this" and I located the ball gag, "Open wide" in it went and I fastened it with a buckle behind her head. I flicked the light switch again, but this time she could not see it. "What are you going to do now?" I asked her, "You cannot escape." "Mmmm mmmm mm." "I will just tighten these straps a little bit." There was no way she could escape now. "Are you ready for the troops?." "MMM" "is that a yes?." "MMM" with a nodding of her head. I flicked the light switch one last time and counted to thirty, which was the time I had paced out earlier that it would take from the parking place to our front porch. I licked her nipples, "are you ready for the troops to arrive?" Ten Eleven Twelve, "they will be here any minute," Thirteen fourteen fifteen, sixteen, "I will let them fuck you," Seventeen eighteen, I licked her clit, "do you want to be fucked by three randy sex starved soldiers?" "mmm mmmmmm" twenty five twenty six DING DONG. She tried to sit up "mmm mm mmmm." "Relax and don't go anywhere, I will let them in." DING DONG. I went to the door. "Is she ready?" one of them asked. "Yes and she said that she wants a lot of you." They came in, David said, "I managed to round up a few more volunteers." "Oh shit," I thought, "there are six, she will never manage them all." They marched into the bedroom. "Hello Wendy, fancy seeing you like this all ready for us, Come on guys let's strip for action, Wendy is ready." They all stripped and started playing with her. She struggled and squealed into the gag but had no chance of getting loose. She had hands all over her. They squeezed and fondled her tits and rubbed up the inside of her legs. She was getting aroused. "I am going to watch while they fuck you, do you want to play?" "mmm" with a gentle nod. "mmm mmmm?" "Was that how many?" she nodded. "There are twelve plus me darling, where would you like them, oh well never mind, we will let them decide" One took up position with his mouth over her cunt and one on each tit. They licked and sucked and I could tell she was getting close. I tapped them on the shoulder. Then someone called out "One!." They had drawn lots while they were waiting outside. Number one entered her and started humping her. He did not last long and gasped as he squirted a river of cream into my wife. "Two!" and in a trice another was there. He was bigger and took longer deeper strokes. She began to rise her hips to meet his thrusts. Suddenly he grunted and he too shot his spunk into my wife. "Three!" and three was there in an instant. This time she was ready and grunted in rhythm. I could tell she was coming as she squealed into the gag. He matched her and splattered her insides with his load. "Four!." She was laying there motionless as he entered her. She moved with his thrusts but her by now dripping wet cunt was too much for him and he too let his seed go deep into my Wendy's cunt. "Five!" called David, who seemed to have taken command. "Hold it, lets untie her legs first." They unclipped the straps from the ankle cuffs and pushed her knees towards her chest. David produced some KY and rubbed it on he tight virgin asshole. A river of spunk ran out of her cunt and collected in her ass. "in you go number Five." "MMMMMMMM" she almost screamed. He pushed it in gently all the way. He pumped gently and after a few minutes he gasped as he could not hold back. A little drop of white liquid appeared as he pulled out. "Six!" was there like a shot. God he was big. Fully nine inches with thickness to match. "Hold her legs open" commanded David and number six pushed his bulk into her cunt. "MM MM MM" He only just squeezed it in and started to jackhammer into her. He went in hard and fast. She struggled but they held her legs and it was useless. She screamed with a mouth wide open as he came inside her. She lay there after the most thorough fucking of her life. David nudged me, "Fuck her! He commanded. I pushed my cock into my wife. It was dripping wet and number six had certainly stretched her. I pumped into her, "I am going fill your dripping cunt" I whispered in her ear. I was right, suddenly I was pumping and thrusting as I came in a great gush as I felt my own spunk splatter inside her already full vagina. I slipped out and dismounted. I felt strong arms assist me and guide me into a chair at the end of the bed. Someone put handcuffs on me and now I also could not go anywhere. "shall we finish her off?" David asked I looked at him quizzically. He clicked his fingers and they re-tied Wendy's ankles. David motioned to a large bag. It was brought over to him and he produced a large vibrator from it. He started it up and applied it to her clit. She nearly lifted a foot from the bed. Hands pounced to hold her down. She bucked and heaved as she neared orgasm. She bit hard on the gag and squealed a muffled scream into it. David took no notice and kept on applying the vibrator. She tugged against the straps but it was useless. I could hear her begging them to stop, but a heavy hand was placed on my shoulder. Then her whimpers changed note and tempo and became rhythmic again. She was raising her buttocks and moaning. "mmmm mmmm" "She wants more" I blurted out. I think David already knew. He turned up the power and in a few seconds she was bucking and writhing wildly. Then one muffled scream and she relaxed. "Good girl" said David. He removed her gag and blindfold, but left her tied. "What would you like now?" He asked her, "any more filling?." "Can I rest now please" she replied. "You cannot disappoint the rest of the brigade" he said. "One!" The other five now lined up to fuck her in rapid succession for a second time. I was powerless to do anything but watch as the last four cocks plundered my wife's cunt. They untied my Wendy and got her a drink. "There are still two cocks for you to satisfy" David informed her, "You will have to suck them" numbers Five and Six stepped forward. Wendy took them one at a time and they shot their spunk into her mouth. There was a lot of it, especially number Six who seemed to keep on pumping as David held her head, Swallow" snapped David and he held her nose to compel her to drink their come and lick the remainder off their cocks. Wendy sat on the edge of the bed exhausted. I got up and kissed her. "Thank you darling." "You raped me" she said playfully. "It was nice." "It was Steve's birthday present from us," David informed her, "have you decided what you are going to give him?." "Yes" said Wendy, but it will take me a month to get my strength back first." I can hardly wait. One Dark Night News, they tell me, never sleeps, only managers. Working the night shift can be a lesson in brutality, but it can also be something of a joy. I can get more work done in two hours than many people can craft in an entire day. The work is largely free of oversight and even if there is a problem or breaking news it is easy to find someone who can and will help you, as long as you wake them gently. Most chose to be here at night, one editor runs a charity during the day, for another producer it means they can be there every morning to make the kids breakfast. Myself, I work in Master Control's central hub, a news network's quietest job now that automation is king, until all hell breaks loose that is. And my overnight working joy is derived from the fact that I can do training runs to work in the cool night air of summer and have full access to management's showers . In between work, it also helps me to find the time to write, and do some translation work, and after all that, a morning swim at English Bay Beach with nary a soul to share the ocean with, except perhaps the occasional inquisitive seal. A great place for contemplating the dawn. Tonight, it was a welcome relief from the mugginess to come into an air conditioned workplace but as I stepped off the elevator on the fourth floor, everything went a little darker than normal. The battery back up light at the end of the hallway switched on and I walked over to Master Control. Normally one would be greeted by a wall of a hundred or so televisions monitoring feeds from across the world, but this time the room was only lit by a laptop screen and a dark haired figure hunched over the keyboard. I made extra noise on the way through the door with my keys as not to surprise whoever was at the keyboard. People sometimes do get lost in the quietness of overnights, and from time to time, one can expect a coffee fueled fright. "Hello," she called out without turning from her screen. It was Alicia, the night shift engineer busy finishing up an email. "Just me coming on shift, what happened?" "Somebody forgot to tell us that the new condo build across the way was connecting to the grid tonight. Supposedly they tripped the whole block from the beach all the way up to Hastings." "Are we off air?" "No, the main news network took over at ten for the national news, the first power dip hit fifteen minutes later and just now the generators quit, so they took over. I just relaying to them that this looks like it could go on until early in the morning." "So my elevator ride up finished off the generators?" She chuckled dourly, and it was the first time I could ever remember hearing her laugh. "I guess everybody got an early night." "Everybody but me." Her chestnut brown eyes looked up at me, and in the dim light looked quite sad. It was only until I was standing over her that I realized she was wearing a beautiful blue summer top decorated with flowers that traced down her plunging neck line. My eyes must have followed those flowers down the path a little too far, she turned away suddenly, and I could no longer see her face behind her jet black hair. "You are not going to stay all night are you? All dressed up, you should be out enjoying the weather on a patio somewhere." "Thank you for noticing. I was supposed to, but then this stupidity happened." "Then go, what's the point of sitting around here in the dark? " "I'm on duty, what if there is a surge problem? I can't leave the morning crew hanging." "Morning crew," it was my turn to laugh,"in reality not much is going to happen, national has it covered and the reality is that even if things come back in an hour or two, it is going to take us a least two hours to get everything powered back up again which means it will be three or four and then the AM shift starts showing up. Besides, we can't record, the wires are dead and even if there is news, we can't do a single thing about it in a dark studio. Which reminds me, did you send a note to the Assignment desk?" "All done, I think they are going for last call around the corner." "Then you should go too. Tell you what, I'll stay in touch, I've got a headlight, a good book and a cellphone. If by any miracle anything comes back up, I will cc everybody on the email you just sent out. Here is my cell phone number, text anytime." "Must be a good book for you to sit here in the dark, what are you reading?" She lifted herself from the desk and closed up the computer and as she did so, I must admit my eyes indulged in those pretty little flowers once again. Her small tanned breasts held tightly against her chest as she straightened up. "Are you enjoying your book?" I paused for a minute because I swore that she had asked if I enjoyed my look. "Oh yes most definitely, it is Andreas Camilleri's Un Mois Avec Montalbano. There is no English translation so I found this translation from the Italian in France." "You read French?" "Un peu, but slowly, that's why I work the overnights, so I can read aloud to myself and not sound like an idiot." "Sweet idea. But isn't it hard to read a novel while working or is it really that slow on the overnights?" "The secret is to imbibe in short stories and little digests." My phone beeped and a new message popped up. "That was Bob at line up, he wants to know if you are coming and what your drink order is, the bartender warned that last call is coming in fifteen minutes, bottles and cash only, as their power is out too." "I'm on it." "And I'm off to the showers to use the last of the hot water in the building!" "Shower, here? With no power?" she looked at me quizzically as she moved towards the door. "Yes, up a floor just around the corner from the green elevators. You should check them out, the runners in management had it set up for their power lunches. It is an office gem but a secret office gem, so shh." "Oh I have always wondered about that. Anything other secrets to share?" "Way, way too many." She laughed again, the time a little lighter and then the door shut and all was silent, the air still, the quietest of all midnights, not even a computer fan whirred from the technical access. I could hear the fire door close at the end of the hallway as Alicia took the fire escape street side. I must have been the last person in the building. The locker room was bathed in the red light of an exit sign that was still drawing on battery power. Even under that glow, it was hard to navigate. Eventually I gave up stumbling and just threw my stuff on the shower room bench. What was the point? I am the last one here. The stalls around the corner from the exit sign were pitch black. For light, I carried my phone and laid it on the tiled shelf with the screen on. From time to time notes came in from network and Alicia looking for updates. Workaholics never give up the ghost. "Everything but the hot water," I texted back. There was no response, I must have pissed her off with that, as she did not respond or perhaps she finally found someone to hook up with, hell maybe even Bob. Ten minutes past and I had long since let the phone go dark but was still enjoying the hot water on my back after a hard sweaty run. The salt was finally starting to wash away from my eyes when the shower door slipped open. At first I could only see a silhouette of a woman coming closer. For a minute I thought I must have dozed off into a micro sleep that catches us shift workers. The shadow moved forward, about a foot shorter than me, I could out make out the differences between regions of black hair, skin and small breasts. She slowly moved closer, her hand reached forward to my face holding my lips shut before they could speak. Her lips then came to mine and even before they met the smell of sweet honey and beer came to me. Her first kiss was cold, but pressed on I as became willing. Her black hair became wet as she pushed us back under the hot water and she swept it off of her face. I could make out the sharp shape of her jaw and the ruby of her lips as her head swept back, her arms reached up and her hands held her hair back, letting it absorb the warm water. My eyes settled down on her chest, two beautiful round tanned breasts with large brown nipples. A shade I had never seen before, dark but with an undertone of milk chocolate. The areolae were oblong with two outreaching nipples. Her fingers once again touched my lips and gently pulled them down to her breasts, we were of one mind. I worked my tongue around the outside of the nipple, letting my lips brush up against the sides but not engulfing them. She let out a small moan in approval and positioned herself under the shower. The water cascaded down her muscular chest and channeled between her breasts. Their tight perkiness pushed back against my mouth and she moaned more as her nipples grew. Every time the stream of water abated, the gentle aroma of apricots arose. Her hips pressed into my chest as she pulled me harder onto her breasts, all the while I tried to lapped around those gorgeous nipples. Her dark hairy sex rubbed across my own nipples making them tingle and my heart beat faster. I worked my way down to her small compact thighs, the water felt like a torrent and made it almost impossible to reach her sex that was calling me with its sweet brown sugar scent. Sensing my struggle, she lifted her leg slowly up and over my shoulder. The move also opened up her hips and welcoming me. A message came in and in the pale blue light I looked up to see that it was Alicia, and she was lifting herself up with the shower head, a easy task for such a small woman. The higher she pulled herself, the closer I got to her sex. Probing her bush I reached her mound and only then did I realized that she had swung her other leg onto my shoulder as well. I steadied myself and pressed forward. She moaned again in agreement. I circled my lips around hers, opening them with every kiss, until I could finally fully taste her. Her hips pressed down on my head and she began to rock. Her clitoris came out to greet the tip of my tongue and I cradled it, teasing it as I had with her nipples before. After a few rounds I would probe inside of her, flicking, tasting, listening for a moan. Slowly tracing back to her clitoris I could feel the water get cooler as her body heated up. She was ready, and each time I danced around her, her thighs squeezed in on my head to the point of crushing it, she was not going to let go. A moan came after every contraction and she pulled me yet closer until her sex softened and began to taste like the sweet honey of her first kiss. Her arms let go, her body gave way but her thighs still held me tight. I eased her down on to her feet until she found her footing. Her hand reached out to my cock and held it, with her other hand she opened the shower door, I turned off the now almost cold water as she led me out. My heart raced thinking of the possibilities. She turned me back onto the shower room bench and I could hear our clothes fall to the floor as she cleared space. She let her fingers trace my chest muscles and let her wet long black hair follow up the path. She climbed on top of me letting her sex tease my senses again, and then moving backwards she rubbed herself across the top of my cock. Her breasts held me firm and I let out a moan, she pressed them around my cock until they were engulfed and let me brush across her skin. Then she dropped farther back letting her nipples dance across my balls and finally come to rest pressing up against my thighs. She licked me from top to bottom and I craned to watch her head move up and down. Her skin highlighted by the red light of the sign, made every curve call out to me. I ran my fingertips across her firm shoulders and sensing that I was under her power, she drew my cock into her mouth, played with it and then dug her fingernails up underneath my balls. The sensation and the smell of her body against mine made me lose control. I began to pulse but her fingers squeezed hard around my shaft and let the waves of pleasure grow until I groaned and she let go. Her ruby lips pressed up hard against me and she took me deep until I had finished. Our eyes met and she stood up letting her skin brush against mine, I sat up too and she turned around and backed herself into me. We straddled the bench and let our bodies melt together, feeling each others waves of pleasure. I reached for the towel and began to dry her body, seeking out all the places where water could hide.