When I got home from work that afternoon I took off my coat and headed straight for the bedroom. It was my birthday, and so fully expected to find my wife dressed in something sexy to surprise me with, perhaps a new toy to play with, or a new game to play. It was tradition.
As I started up the stairs I heard her call, “Darren, is that you? I’m upstairs in our room. I have your present.” This year her “birthday suit” was a turquoise silk number, bra and panties, the filmy bra cut low, barely containing her large breasts, her large brown areola peeking out of the top and the nipples themselves pointing through the fabric. The panties were cut high showing off her long muscular legs, and through the tiny pouch of fabric I could see that she had shaved her pubic hair sometime that day.
“You like, birthday boy?” She said as she slowly turned around, showing off her fine ass and her strong back. I noticed the tell-tale dark patch on her panties where her thighs met, and knew she’d spent her day looking forward to this evening as much as I had. I took her hand and placed it on my hard-on. It was obvious that, yes, I did like. I reached between her legs and grabbed her ass, my wrist rubbing against the damp patch and pulled her roughly towards me. She gasped and bit my lip as I tried to kiss her, but pushed me away.
“Not so fast, birthday boy. For this you have to wait.” She strolled over to her dresser where she picked up one of our pairs of handcuffs, the more comfortable leather ones. She also had a blindfold in her hand, and twirled them around her finger as she strolled back over to me and motioned to the bed. “Lose the clothes and make yourself comfortable. Flat on your back, hands behind your head.”
I did what I was told. I stripped off my shirt, unbuckled my trousers and was about to kick them off into the corner. “Hang it up.” She said, “You’re 29 now and old enough to take care of your own clothes.” Though they were always our favorite occasions, birthdays never came cheap around our house. I made a production out of putting my clothes away, strolling naked around the room, my erection leading the way. I knew she liked my body too, and enjoyed seeing me naked. I was tight and tanned from the physical labor I did as a part time job. I told my wife I kept at it to keep my mind in shape for the more mentally demanding computer job I had as my “career”. She knew it was because I was secretly body-proud. She spent a lot of her off-time at the gym, something to which I objected. “Why pay to work out when you can get paid to work out?” I liked to say, but I never objected that strenuously. She was probably in better shape than I was myself, and even at 28 her tits were still firm and her ass was like a rock.
Eventually I had put away all my clothes and settled back contentedly on our old iron bed, arms outstretched behind me. A smug grin on my face, I rubbed my back on the bedspread, got comfortable, and waited.
She crawled up onto the bed beside me, took my hands in hers and shackled me to one of the posts on the bed. I had enough slack to be comfortable, move my arms around, but not enough to touch either her or myself. She strapped the blindfold on and adjusted it till she knew I’d be unable to see a thing. “Okay, wrists alight, can you see?”, She asked. I knew she was sticking her tongue out at me and making funny faces in front of the blindfold without actually seeing her do it. That was her test. “Nope, blind as a bat.”, I said, but giggled anyway. Another one of her tests was to slowly descend on me with her breast right in front of my face. If I strained to reach it with my mouth before it grazed my lips, she would know the blindfold needed adjusting. She tried that one now, and when she poked me in the nose with her nipple without me reaching to put it in my mouth, she knew that I was indeed as blind as a bat.
She let her breast trail across my face for a while, stopping for a moment to allow me to take her nipple into my mouth through the fabric of the bra she still wore. I chewed it a bit, rubbed my cheek across the fabric, but she started down the length of my body, rubbing herself up against me as she went, kissing my chest and blowing on my skin. She hovered briefly over my nipples, taking one between her teeth and pulling on it gently. She licked my stomach and pulled my navel hair with her teeth. Her cheek grazed my hard-on, and it jumped in response. Softly she blew on the head, kissed the tip, and unexpectedly took my whole length down her throat. I groaned and arched my back, but that was just a tease. She kissed my dick lightly, got up and told me, “Hang tight, Birthday Boy, I’ll be right back.” As she kissed me gently on the mouth and left the room.
I was left alone for just a couple of moments, naked and immobile, wondering what kind of surprise she had in store this year. Then I heard our door re-open, and sensed rather than heard her come back in the room. “So what’s up, what’s the big surprise?” I asked, but got no response. Instead I felt a pair of lips wrap themselves around my pulsing cock-head, a set of teeth gently coaxing me to an even stiffer erection. Down came her face on my cock, taking me to the back her throat, then back up sucking softly. Her lips touched my vein, I could feel her tongue following it down the shaft to my balls, which she nibbled and cupped in her hand. My hips came off the bed so she could lick around my asshole, her tongue poking at my tight hole. Back up to my balls again, her hand grasped tightly around the shaft. I could have come right there had she kept up with the throat work, but she stopped, and without a word, shifted position so she was straddling me, face towards my feet. She grabbed my cock again and rubbed it back and forth across her slit, lubricating it with her own juices, feeling it pulse against her clit. Then her hips dropped and I felt myself sink into her gooey wetness. Slowly she rose back up, and I could feel her muscles closing around me before she sank down once again and sat down on my pelvis. Once at the limit of her stroke, she wiggled herself back and forth, her pussy sucking against me as she moved. Back up again, slower still, till just the head of my cock was still inside her. She tried some short strokes, teasing my head with just the entrance to her tight vagina before sinking down once again. She found a rhythm eventually, long deep strokes from one extreme of my cock to the other. The rhythm sped up, and, unable to touch her back or her ass, my hips came well off the bed to meet each thrust she sent me. I was grunting by this point, deep guttural sounds each time she reached bottom. Up till now she’d been unusually quiet, but as we began to lose control, fucking in earnest now, I could hear her crying out in unison with me, higher and more insistent. Her body was slamming into mine now, she had my legs in her hands and I could feel her bent over me, slamming her buttocks into my pelvis. I could feel she was about to come soon, and knew that I would come with her. Just a few more thrusts, I thought, and called out, “With me, with me, now, now, now, NOW” At the last ‘now’, my body arched and from deep inside came the first shudder of my orgasm, pulsating through me and out the tip of my cock. It was at the bottom of one of our strokes, and she ground her clit into me one last time before collapsing on top of me, relishing the throes of her own orgasm.
“Nice fuck, but is that it?” After all, it was my birthday, and birthdays had always been way more special than a hearty fuck, even with cuffs on.
“What more do you want?”, I heard my wife say. But her voice wasn’t coming from on top of me where I figured it would have, what with my penis nestled inside her, still leaking fluid. Her voice was coming from the side of the bed! I felt an arm reach across my forehead and remove the blindfold. Yes, there was my wife, sitting in the chair by the bed, a good five feet away from the cock that had just shot its load deep in her cunt. But it wasn’t her cunt. Her cunt was still encased in the new turquoise panties, looking a little rumpled and soaking wet from what I could imagine had been a vigorous fingering through the materiel of the underwear. But if not her cunt, who’s…
“Happy birthday, Darren,” I heard from on top of me. At first all I could see was her back, but as she swiveled around to face me, keeping me in place, I recognized my wife’s friend Sherry, looking not at all embarrassed, her tousled black bangs stuck to her forehead with her own sweat. “Yeah, Happy Birthday Darren,” my wife said, and they both giggled mischievously.
“But… but… what the fuck?” I stuttered, but she held her finger to my mouth. Then she lifted her leg over me and squatted right over my face. The materiel of her panties was soaked from the session just passed. It was clear she had participated after all, though not in the way I had thought. She ground her crotch into my face as she leaned over to touch Sherry’s breasts. Had I been able to see, I could have watched her kiss Sherry long and hard, their tongues dancing around each other, hands roaming each other’s bodies. I couldn’t tell just who’s finger it was that reached down to where my tongue was and pulled the fabric aside from the steaming lips of my wife’s hot pussy. My chin was bathed, and my tongue slid easily up into her hole and back out. I dueled with the finger across Helen’s swollen clit, and she ground herself against me. I could hear Sherry moaning as well, and she was rocking again on my semi-erect penis. The licking and the rocking was doing it’s work, and I found I was hard again, fitting Sherry a bit more snugly now.
She stopped then, and so did Helen. They both climbed off of me, still kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. I whined, but Helen once again put her finger to my lips. “Not so fast, Birthday Boy, for this you’ll have to watch.” Her finger tasted of Sherry, and I pulled it into my mouth, sucking it hard wishing I could touch something, someone. But no dice, I was still attached to the bedstead. “You can sit up if you want. Or maybe we should just strap you into that chair, give us more room to play.” Which they did.
I guess the expression on my face was pretty pained, in a room with two beautiful naked women and unable to touch them. My wife and Sherry were so different physically, yet both so beautiful in their own way. Helen was tall, with long legs, large breasts, long straight reddish hair and a healthy set of hips. Sherry, on the other hand was barely five feet, might have weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. She had bee-sting breasts, firm and cocky, with hips that jutted out a tiny bit before going straight down. Her jet-black pubic hair was trimmed but disheveled from our earlier fucking, and our shared juices were oozing out from between her small but distended lips. They stood beside me together, looked down from my pout to my twitching cock, and both dropped to their knees in front of me.
They took turns on my shaft, one licking up, the other down, one sucked my balls while the other took me back to her throat. One of them stuck a finger up my ass making me jump. Two tongues danced around my cock until they danced themselves right into each other’s mouths. It wasn’t me they wanted, not yet.
They lifted themselves off the floor and clambered onto the bed, leaving me in my chair facing them. Sherry and Helen kissed deeply, Helen tweaking Sherry’s tight little nipple, Sherry reaching around to grab my wife’s ass. Their bodies pressed together as they kissed, and their legs locked around each other’s legs in a scissors, humping their soaking twats against the other’s thigh. Sherry pushed Helen down, got up over her, and began moving her way down her body, her legs pointing the other way. She kissed Helen upside down, tenderly this time, and the way they both giggled made me realize this wasn’t the first afternoon they’d spent together in this room. It was just the first time I was invited. Her mouth made it’s way down to Helen’s breasts and she took them in her mouth, first one, then the other. Of course, in this position, Sherry’s breasts hovered directly over Helen’s mouth too, and though she had to strain her heck to reach them, they were soon both locked onto a tit apiece, sucking, biting, licking and gnawing. Sherry gasped and broke contact, sliding her way further down my wife’s torso.
Helen and I have no kids, we both have good jobs, and value fucking above any other activity. So over the past 6 years we’ve accumulated quite a few toys and luxuries in our bedroom. One of those luxuries is a series of mirrors around the walls, offering a variety of views no matter where you were sitting. I was looking directly into Sherry’s puffy red slit, my wife’s tongue darting around, into and across it. And if I looked across the room at one of the mirrors, I could see my wife’s open gash where Sherry’s mouth was doing it’s magic. I was having a hard time believing I was here, but hoping I wouldn’t wake up soon. It was obvious my dick was glad I was here too, rock hard and bouncing with the pressure, aching to be touched, released.
The two women continued with this spectator’s 69, the pace picking up and the sodden moans increasing in volume. They broke off, suddenly, maybe saving something back. “Helen, do you realize we haven’t given Darren his present yet,” Sherry said. “My goodness, you’re right,” Helen replied with mock surprise. Helen reached under the bed and pulled out a box, giftwrapped. “Sherry, he seems to be incapacitated right now, would you mind opening it for him?” She looked in my eyes, and the mischievous grin she had on her face almost scared me. But not quite. “My, what’s this.” I heard “A pretty little strap-on. But you can’t use this, can you Darren, you seem to be doing just fine with the one you’ve got”, Sherry said, gesturing at my hard-on with her eyes. Helen cooed and asked, “If you’re not going to use it right away, do you mind if we try it out?” I just nodded weakly, completely at a loss as to what might happen next.
What happened next was Helen reaching down to attach the harness and the rather large looking dildo around her friend Sherry’s waist. She took it in her mouth, and all I could do was groan at the sight of my wife giving a blow-job to a rubber penis attached to this lithe young woman, naked in our bedroom.
“Shall I fuck you,” Sherry asked. “Mmm,” was all my wife replied. She took hold of Sherry’s shoulders and pulled her down on top of her, kissing her again, then reached down to where the dildo hung between her legs. She rubbed it up and down her slit, teasing Sherry’s clit in the process, she worked the dildo into herself, grabbed Sherry’s ass, and pulled her inside. Open-mouthed, I watched my wife being fucked by another woman, her hands stroking her ass, her tits, while Sherry rhythmically stroked her cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Helen leaned up on her arm to take one of Sherry’s breasts in her mouth but had to flop back down as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Sherry was stroking faster now, moaning steadily, calling my wife’s name. Helen’s hand roamed down her own body, squeezing her breasts, then down to where pussy met pussy. Her finger found her own clit and she started rubbing it quickly, back and forth while Sherry kept pounding into her, the dildo scraping across her own clit with every stroke. The must in the air was almost tangible, and I could taste my wife in my mouth as I watched her climbing closer and closer to what looked like was going to be a monster orgasm. Her finger rubbed more insistently on herself, and she lost the rhythm a couple of times. Sherry continued to rock back and forth onto my wife, biting back her cries into her shoulder. They both cried out at once, flopped around awkwardly for a second, my wife’s entire body coming up off the bed trying to pull Sherry as close in as she could. I couldn’t take it any longer either, and my load arched into the air, splashing on the floor, on my chest, in my hair, my penis dancing in it’s throes without having been touched. The two women were winding down now, sweaty and kissing each other softly. The dildo slipped out of my wife and rested against her leg.
“Well now, you’ve gone and made a mess of yourself, haven’t you”, she said as she looked over at me. She climbed down from the bed, kneeling in front of me and deftly licked the come from my chest and thighs. I gasped as her mouth gingerly lapped at my sensitive cock-head. Sherry lay where she was, holding her ‘cock’ in her hand, still glistening with my wife’s juices. She pulled at it as if she was lazily jerking off while Helen reached around to unlock me from my chair.
I was ordered back onto the bed and Sherry moved aside to give me more room. She unhooked the strap from around her waist and replaced it on Helen. They knelt on the bed, fondling each other and kissing deeply before I decided to get in on the action as well. I joined Sherry as both of us stroked Helen’s body, taking turns licking her breasts and stroking her clit. Helen sank to her back, the dildo standing straight up over top of the matted pubic hair and puffy lips of her glistening cunt. I took it into my mouth and stared deeply into my wife’s eyes, thrilling her with the sight of a cock in my mouth. I’ve had enough blowjobs of my own to make it look convincing, and the added sensation of Sherry’s mouth on her clit and a finger up her ass was more than enough to bring her to another orgasm, her feet digging into the bed as her ass came vaulting off the bed, slamming the dildo to the back of my throat.
I knew she’d be out for a minute or so as she wound down, and took the opportunity to shed some attention on our guest. I bent her over onto her elbows and squeezed her ass where it thrust into the air before I buried my face in her crack. I pulled her cheeks apart and let my tongue trail downwards, flicking around her shaved asshole and gently poking it with the tip of my tongue. I brought my finger up and sank it into her dripping pussy making her gasp into the pillow. She arched her back and thrust herself further onto my finger, but I pulled it out and replaced it with my tongue. The finger I let dance around her ass, teasing it as the flat of my tongue lapped from her clit to her hole and back again, hungrily swallowing her juices. She was rocking against my face as I heard my wife stir. I looked over and saw her propped on her elbow, fingering herself as she watched me sucking off her girlfriend. She arched her eyebrows as her hand wrapped itself around the dildo she still had strapped to her waist. I understood as she crawled across the bed to reach around and grab my hard cock. She maneuvered me so that the tip was up against Sherry’s lips, and watched as she ran my shaft up and down her friend’s slit, poking her gently with the end of my cock. Her tongue pried it’s way between our thighs settling where cock and clit joined and Sherry’s bucking hips caused me to sink deeply into her. My wife made her way behind me and I leaned over Sherry’s back, still pumping into her as Helen brought the dildo into position against my ass. With one smooth motion she was inside me, such an intense sensation causing my cock to somehow grow even harder. We stopped for a moment, my wife deep in my ass, my cock deep in Sherry’s cunt, then the three of us began, fucking together, our slow rhythm gradually speeding up until all three of us were slamming into each other, the moans of pleasure growing in unison until together, all three of us stiffened and I could feel the two bodies I was connected to shudder as I shot pulse after pulse into Sherry’s grasping cunt. Our bodies slackened and we dissolved into a heap, one on top of the other, low murmurs dancing off our lips.
We eventually came around to thoughts of food. They had made reservations for the three of us for 8:30, and I watched as the two women disappeared into the shower together before getting dressed to go out. The food, wine and conversation of that birthday dinner were amazing, but the evening improved when we decided to forget dessert and head home. First, the two of them iced my cake, then together they blew out my candle.