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Story title : My Surprise Present
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My Surprise Present (FFM, oral, bi, creampie, smoking)
by Biff Jones (address withheld by request)
***
This is a rather long (for me) fictional story about
Kelly arranging a surprise three-way for me with her
friend from work. It focuses a lot on the seduction and
tease elements and builds to a very hot climax.
***
Authors Notes and Disclaimer: All works are drawn from
my own experience or imagination and are the sole
intellectual property of the author. Names have been
changed to protect the parties involved. Reuse of these
stories is limited to reposting; any edits or changes
are not authorized.
Read this story at your own risk. The subject material
is of an adult nature and is not appropriate for minors.
Do not download this story in violation of any
applicable laws in your locality. If you are under the
age of 21, you are not authorized to view this material.
This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a
fantasy. Don't do things you'll regret.
***
My stories are based in reality and on real experiences.
So let me start by describing my wife, Kelly. At 5'8",
she has a very attractive build with great 36C breasts
and curves in all of the right places. Her figure is
very womanly and attractive, and although she won't be
modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in
sexy attire.
She has medium length dark hair, sometimes tinted auburn
or red, and very sexy, full lips. I'm not going to say
she'd be a Penthouse Pet next week, but Kelly is a very
good-looking woman and gets compliments from all my
friends. This is a fantasy story about what might happen
for a special birthday celebration...
It was a chilly winter day and I was deeply engrossed in
the program I was tweaking, successfully ignoring the
howling wind rattling my windows, when my telephone
rang. I picked it up without checking the caller ID and
was pleasantly surprised to hear the voice of my wife,
Kelly.
"Hi honey, how are you doing?" she inquired.
"I'm fine. Just trying to get a couple more things done
on the program so I can show it to the client tomorrow.
What's up?" I replied.
"I wanted to make sure you don't make any plans for
Friday night," she told me. "I'm planning a little
something for your birthday and I want to celebrate it
on the weekend."
I told her that was fine, and we chatted for a couple
more minutes before hanging up. My birthday wasn't
actually until the following Monday, five days from now,
but celebrating on a Monday is kind of lame, so I was
perfectly happy to bend the weekend to that purpose.
Besides, I was glad that Kelly was making some special
plans in advance.
Sometimes, with the holidays so close, I feel like my
birthday becomes an afterthought and not an event in its
own right. Of course, as Kelly well knows, the main
thing I want for my birthday is a hot night of sex with
her going all out to drive me wild. Unfortunately, the
past two years in a row had been fairly weak in that
regard, with her on her period and tired from work both
years. But this year she had finished her period last
weekend, so I knew that wouldn't hold us back.
The next two days were a blur of long hours working on
the software, and then an intense meeting where the
client scrutinized every detail and function of it
before pronouncing it "excellent". After many hours of
hard programming, and days of client needs analysis, I
was finally ready to send them a final invoice and move
on to my next project. Before I knew it, Friday evening
was upon us.
Kelly told me to put on a nice pair of slacks and a
merino wool sweater, as we were going out on the town
for dinner and dancing. I complied quickly, dressing in
a gray wool pair of pants and a fine black turtleneck
sweater I had picked up last year, finishing it off with
a high gloss black belt and pair of buckled shoes. Kelly
likes this combination because it has a very urban
European look to it. After that, it was my job to simply
stay out of the way while she took her time getting
ready.
Finally, about 45 minutes later, Kelly emerged from her
ministrations.
Showered, legs shaved, made-up and dressed, she made
quite an entrance. Actually, I smelled her before she
opened the door. She had liberally put on my favorite
perfume and it instantly tickled my senses. I like it
because it is the perfect all-woman, sexy, classy, but
not over-the-top scent for an evening out; she likes it
because every time she wears it, half a dozen men ask
her what it is so they can buy it for their
wives/girlfriends.
Kelly was wearing a relatively short black skirt with a
high slit on the right hip, and a tight lacy top that
allowed me to see her bra underneath it. For modesty at
dinner she held a button up silk cardigan to go over it.
She had on a funky new pair of sheer nylons that had a
distinct fishnet pattern running through them, and I
could see from a slight telltale bump on each thigh that
she was wearing them with a garter belt.
Finally, she must have gone shoe shopping as she often
does, because she was wearing a new pair of boots I
hadn't seen before. They were a soft black leather that
came just above her calf and added about three and an
half inches to her height with their wedge heels that
were the width of the boot, but very slender from the
side. They were sexy, yet sensible for the cold outdoor
weather.
Lighting a cigarette, she sauntered over to me and gave
me a kiss. "How do I look," she inquired archly.
I told her honestly that she looked fabulous. Her makeup
was sexy as always, and her outfit was stunning. She
smiled, pleased, and looked out the window to see our
taxi pull up. I helped her into her coat, grabbed mine,
and off we went.
Since we live in the city already, it's often much more
convenient to take a cab out than to drive. Kelly gave
the driver the name of a restaurant I had heard a bit
about in one of the local events publications. It was
supposed to be a really good French and Indian fusion
cuisine with a lot of atmosphere, and I'd wanted to try
it badly.
As we were driving, Kelly was running her hand up and
down my thigh lightly. She asked the driver if it was
all right to smoke in the cab, and then pointedly lit up
while looking at me. She knows it excites me to watch
her smoke and often uses it as a ploy to turn me on when
she has ulterior motives.
Snuggling up against me while letting her hand continue
to roam my leg, she asked me what I had in mind for the
evening. I told her I expected we would have a nice
dinner, go out dancing for a while, have several drinks
until we both felt nice and happy, and then go home for
some hot sex.
"What kind of sex?" she teased me.
I told her I didn't want to jinx it or ruin her plans by
guessing, but I hoped we would get out some of her toys
and maybe do a double penetration with them, or maybe
she would feel like tying me up and teasing me for a
while. Kelly gave me a secretive smile and murmured in
my ear, "Is that all?"
I didn't get a chance to respond to that challenge
because the taxi pulled up in front of the restaurant
just then. Kelly gave the cabbie fifteen dollars and we
hopped out. At the door of the restaurant, she gave them
our name for the reservations she had apparently made,
and an assistant host took our coats as another led us
to our table.
I was not disappointed as we looked around at the
interior d‚cor. The restaurant was very modern, with a
lot of brushed metal fixtures and dark wood furnishings.
The tables were close enough to feel intimate, but far
enough apart to keep private conversations that way.
Soft ethnic-influenced electronic music pulsed from
hidden speakers, and the wait staff was dressed
impeccably.
We ordered drinks and turned our attention to the menus.
After making our selection, we turned to small talk and
chatted about our respective days, and some of our
holiday plans. However, Kelly never let the discussion
stray for too far or too long without giving me some
innuendos or flirtatious talk to remind me that she was
planning a very good time for us tonight.
She assured me that I would be surprised, and that she
had a special present in mind for me tonight, and it was
something that we hadn't tried before. I was left in
basically a constant state of aroused tension, wildly
curious as to her intentions.
Usually I am the more assertive of us in bed, bringing
home a new sex toy or porn movie, or suggesting a new
position or kinky twist. But I am also very open telling
Kelly about my turn-ons, even when I know they aren't
likely to be fulfilled, so she has a long list to choose
from of ways to please me if she wants.
When the food arrived, we turned our focus to eating.
The chef was amazing. His dishes were beautiful to
behold and delicious to devour. As usual, Kelly and I
spent as much time snaring choice morsels from each
other's plates as we did from our own. Between our own
hunger and the delectable nature of our entrees, all
conversation was mutually halted until we finished
cleaning our plates. The waiter came over and cleared
out table, taking our order for cappuccino and
cheesecake at the same time.
"While, besides the fun we're going to have later, I
also got you a present to open," Kelly told me, handing
me a small wrapped box. I opened it up to discover a
beautiful Swiss Army watch. I was shocked, because it
had to have cost a thousand dollars, and while we're
doing pretty well financially, we don't usually spend
anything approaching that on gifts for each other.
Kelly knew my other watch was getting a little older and
scratched up - in fact, she had given it to me for out
first Christmas almost 7 years earlier. The new watch
was a combination of brushed nickel and silver, and like
most Swiss Army watches, was both classy and high-tech
in appearance. It had multiple hands for various timing
and date functions. I noticed one of the hands was
slowly running backwards and Kelly followed my eyes.
"It's the chronometer," she explained. "I set it earlier
today so that you would know when it was time for your
'surprise' tonight."
Interpreting the hands, I realized there was a bit less
than three hours left on the timer. I grinned to myself,
realizing that Kelly had really put a lot of thought
into her preparations for this evening. Part of my
fantasies is always an element of preparation, a
savoring of the anticipation that comes from a seduction
plan meticulously crafted and executed. However, it's
usually me, and rarely Kelly doing the planning and
executing.
We settled the bill, and Kelly disappeared into the
ladies room to reapply her lipstick. I collected our
coats from the front, and when she emerged, we headed
out into the brisk air. Kelly confidently led me down
the street a couple of blocks, then over one, and
halfway down another. I followed contently, since she
obviously knew when she was going. She lit a cigarette
as we walked and I watched her exhaling the smoke into
the cold night air. After a quick five minute walk, and
before we had time to get too cold, we arrived at a new
nightclub.
I hadn't heard the name of this one yet, as there are a
lot of new places popping up in this rapidly
revitalizing section of the city, but obviously the word
had gotten out. There was a line half a block long
already and it was only, as I checked my new watch,
10:00. I dismayed at ever getting in, but Kelly had
obviously made arrangements. I watched her hand the
doorman a bill and he cut the line for us and opened a
section of the velvet rope to let us through. Once
inside, he led us along a moderately crowded dance floor
to a very cozy booth that had a 'reserved' card on the
table.
"Wow," I commented to Kelly, "You went all out setting
this up for me, didn't you?"
She smiled wickedly and told me I didn't even know the
half of it. Since we were still a little full from the
dinner, we decided to sit for a while and have some
drinks while doing some people watching. We both love
checking out the people around us; since neither one of
us is a jealous sort, we can enjoy looking at attractive
people and seeing them interact.
Actually, Kelly is even great about pointing out hot
women to me - she isn't bisexual, but she recognizes
beauty in both sexes. Tonight there was an abundance of
good-looking people throughout the club. It was obvious
that the management let in more women than men, since
the ratio was a bit off. And the women were by and large
very sexy, and scantily clad in tight club wear. The men
were all good looking too, and well dressed.
I felt Kelly's lips near my ear and smelled a hint of
her smoky breath. "What do you think of her," she asked,
pointing towards a sexy redhead who was grinding her ass
into a guy on the dance floor. I said she was pretty
hot, actually. "She has really big tits, doesn't she?"
Kelly commented.
I gulped. This was awfully sexy, checking out a woman's
breasts as my wife urged me on. "That one is sexy too,"
Kelly said, indicating a slender brunette with a
skintight white tube top that revealed her hard nipples
even in the dim light of the club. "I bet she picks
someone up tonight and fucks their brains out," Kelly
continued.
I ordered another drink as soon as I could. Kelly was
going to get me riled up awfully quickly if she kept
acting this way. She added a cosmopolitan onto the order
as well, along with a pair of shots. While we waited for
the drinks to arrive, she continued pointing out sexy
women and couples to me, discussing their tits, ass, or
lips, and speculating on the bulges in the men's
crotches and whether the ladies they were with could
handle all that cock.
She was sitting very close to me during all of this,
although the semicircular booth was small enough that
only half dozen inches were open on either side of us.
Yet she was easily able to fondle my thighs and crotch
discreetly under the table while we talked. I realized
that at some point when I was watching one of the girls
she pointed out that Kelly had removed her sweater and
was now sitting in the tight lacy shirt I'd seen
earlier.
Our second round of drinks arrived, along with the
shots. Kelly lifted her glass and pretended to think of
a toast, then proclaimed with a look at herself and a
glance at the crowded dance floor, "To going home with a
beautiful woman!" That was a toast I could heartily
drink to, staring at my wife's sexy chest bulging under
the lingerie top. We tipped our glasses and plunked them
down empty on the table.
Suddenly, Kelly called out to a blonde who was slowly
passing by our table. "Sarah! Sarah, over here - It's
Kelly!" The woman glanced over and smiled warmly. I was
trying not to stare, since she obviously knew my wife,
but Sarah was a knockout. Several inches shorter than
Kelly, and very petite, Sarah had a slender waist and
disproportionately large breasts.
Where Kelly is a solid 36C and fills a shirt nicely, I
had to guess Sarah on the large side of a 34B, maybe
even C. With her tiny waist though, and in the tight
wine colored halter-top she wore, her tits looked very
large to me. Her hair was shoulder length and free
flowing, and quite a light shade of blonde. She wore a
glittering silvery miniskirt and a wine colored pair of
high-heeled boots that matched her top. Her makeup was
really different; she used an icy palette that left her
lips silvery pink and very wet looking.
I broke off my inspection, hoping that I hadn't been too
obvious, as Sarah reached our table. Kelly introduced
us. Apparently Sarah was a co-worker at the company
Kelly was contracted at. I remembered hearing Kelly
mention going to lunch with her a few times recently,
but we hadn't met previously.
Kelly explained to Sarah that it was my birthday
celebration and Sarah gave me a friendly congratulatory
kiss on the cheek, wishing me a happy birthday. Kelly
invited her to sit down for a drink, sliding over to the
edge of the both.
Interestingly, that left me no choice but to squeeze
towards the middle and let Sarah in on my left. Since
the booth was so tiny, we were all squeezed tightly
together and I could feel each of their legs pressed
against mine.
Kelly made a joke of the situation, "This is every man's
birthday dream come true - sandwiched between two hot
women with drinks on the way!"
We all laughed heartily, although I was struggling to
control my erection, because it was a little too close
to the mark. Sarah was making abundant small talk with
me, slyly asking if Kelly had given me my present yet,
or if she was saving that for "later".
Her tone was light and flirtatious, but it was clear
that she knew how to tease a man - she was very big on
intense eye contact when talking to me. I tried to
intentionally miss the innuendo out of mild
embarrassment and instead showed her my new watch,
noticing that the timer had moved below the two-our
mark.
Of course, Sarah noticed it too; a watch spinning
backwards is fairly obvious. She made me explain that
Kelly had set it so I would know when her real present
was scheduled, and Sarah grinned naughtily.
While we were chatting, Kelly had ordered another full
round of shots and drinks. Actually, she had gotten five
shots and a drink for each of us. The extra shots, she
explained, were to help Sarah "catch up" since we had
been drinking earlier.
Sarah led the toast this time, "To good friends and hot
times in cold weather," and we all drank.
Kelly teasingly suggested I should "feed" Sarah her
other two shots so she couldn't delay them until later.
The first one went down easily. They were served in a
tall, slim tube, so I placed it at her mouth, she put
her lips around the end, and I lifted the glass while
she swallowed. The second one wasn't so smooth. I
started the same way, but as I was lifting it, Kelly
slid a hand under the table and gave my cock a squeeze.
Surprised, I jumped a bit and ended up letting a trickle
of the clear liquor spill down Sarah's cheek and neck.
I felt bad, but there was no way I was going to explain
that one, so I scrambled to grab for my napkin. Sarah
covered my hand with hers to pause me and ran a finger
up her neck to collect the drip, then slowly licked her
finger off. "No sense wasting good alcohol," she
giggled.
By this point I think we all had a pretty good buzz
going, and the ladies wanted to dance. A lot of guys are
reluctant and will only go out to the floor if they are
forced to. I actually enjoy dancing; in fact that's how
Kelly and I met in the first place. So I only feigned a
resistance for a minute until they each grabbed one of
my hands and pulled me out to the floor.
The music was some great European trance techno, pulsing
and powerful, with a very danceable rhythm. We made a
little circle between the three of us and started
dancing around.
Occasionally Kelly would grab my hips and grind into me
a bit, or run my hands over her hips and ass. Then she
would teasingly push me towards Sarah who would grab my
hips and do some pumping and grinding of her own. I
tried vainly to control the erection that was growing
down my leg in the tight pants I wore, but as both of
the women danced around and brushed up against it I know
it was fairly obvious.
After a half hour or so, Kelly excused herself to go to
the bathroom and order more drinks. Sarah said she
wanted to dance some more and asked me to keep her
company, and Kelly urged me to. Sarah was a good dancer
and knew how to flow back and forth from dancing on her
own a few feet in front of me to sliding back until she
was pressed against me wiggling her ass to the beat. I
was kind of nervous and so I wasn't really getting into
it as much as normal, which must have been obvious.
Sarah pulled my head down to her face and yelled in my
ear so I could hear her over the music.
"I thought Kelly said you were a good dancer!"
"I am, I was just..." I tried to think of a good lie.
She grabbed my ass and pulled me against her until I
could feel her firm breasts pressing hard into my lower
chest. "Then show me!" she demanded.
I decided, what the hell, it's just dancing and Kelly
did tell me to stay out here and entertain her. I let
myself go and get into the music, and the soft womanly
figure in front of me. As she stepped away I spun her
around and pulled her in to me, running my hands up her
legs, her sides, and lifting her arms above her head. I
could see hear breasts lifting in that position, and got
a great view of her cleavage through the halter-top. She
continued her arms backwards until they clasped around
my neck and then held on as we danced for a bit.
As the music sped up, we moved through various positions
and I was able to discover that Sarah wasn't wearing a
bra as I ran my hands over her back. Later, I realized
as I brushed my hands past her ass that I couldn't feel
a panty line either. My cock stiffened more at that
discovery, and with all of the awkward timing possible,
Sarah chose that moment to close the gap between us and
squeeze tightly together for a grinding finale to the
song. I knew there was no way she missed feeling my
hardness pressed firmly against her ass for that time.
I looked over at our booth to see Kelly sipping at a
cocktail and smoking a cigarette. She waved at me with a
grin on her face. Feigning tiredness, I told Sarah I was
ready for a break and a drink and she agreed. When we
got to the booth, I slid in next to Kelly and she again
moved over to create space for Sarah to sit next to me.
I certainly wasn't going to complain about being between
them again, but it was a little funny that Kelly was
putting me in that position. Sarah reached down and took
a cigarette from Kelly's pack and looked at me
expectantly. It took me a minute to get the hint, and
then I reached down for the lighter and lit it for her.
Exhaling, she smiled at me, "What a gentleman you are!"
I glanced down at the watch - an hour fifteen to go. We
spent the next forty-five minutes having a couple more
drinks, until we were all feeling extremely good. In
fact, I had a serious buzz going but the women were just
on the happy and relaxed side of drunk. Not sloppy in
any way, but their inhibitions seemed to be reduced
considerably. It seemed that one or the other, or both,
was smoking almost constantly as they began a fairly
risqu‚ conversation about their favorite sexual
positions.
I learned that Sarah's favorite was to be on top of a
guy, either vaginally or anally, riding him. Kelly was
distractingly fondling my thigh as Sarah spoke. Then
Kelly explained that she liked having me eat her pussy
while I worked a thick dildo into her. I was drunk
enough to be only mildly embarrassed at that,
thankfully. I noticed a hand playing with my other thigh
now, and tried to figure out how Kelly was touching me
there without me noticing her arm. Then I realized it
must be Sarah.
This conversation was probably getting her pretty turned
on, and she didn't have anybody with her to touch. She
had drunk enough that she might not even realize what
she was doing. I decided not to embarrass her by saying
anything, since it really wasn't fair that Kelly got her
all worked up without a guy to help her out anyway.
When Sarah asked Kelly (not me!) what I liked, I felt
her hand lightly brush across my dick. Involuntarily I
looked at her and she stared me right back in the eye. I
realized she might not be as drunk as I thought and
gulped hard. When I felt Kelly start playing again with
my thigh, I thought 'Oh shit - what if they bump hands?'
But interestingly enough, they each kept their touches
subtle and offset, never having a close call or hitting
each other that I could tell.
Kelly started to respond to Sarah's question. "Biff
likes a lot of things. I don't even know where to start.
I know, for example, that he would love to have a
threesome with me and another guy, and double penetrate
me..."
I started to protest; it was true, and she knew it, but
I was embarrassed by her saying so.
She continued over me, "Don't try to get out of it, why
else would you bring home those DP videos and use two
dildos on me at once?" Lighting another cigarette for
herself and Sarah, she continued, "Let's see, he also
likes eating me out after he has fucked me - I guess
that's called a creampie. But his number one turn on
must have been getting to him a lot tonight."
At that point, I knew she was going to do it to me. I
knew she was going to reveal my smoking fetish and put
my neck out on the block. And she did. "Biff loves
watching women smoke, and kissing them when they're
smoking. I even smoke during sex sometimes to drive him
wild, and outside of all that I don't even smoke!"
I waited for Sarah to say she thought that was weird, or
get embarrassed since she and Kelly had been smoking
steadily in front of me for nearly an hour. But her
reaction wasn't what I anticipated. She merely said,
half-question and half-statement, "Really?" as she took
a drag. "And he likes not just watching but kissing as
well?" she clarified.
Kelly said sure, and exhaled a stream of smoke before
pulling my mouth to hers. She pressed her lips into mine
and kissed me, gently working her tongue in between my
lips until she could probe my mouth with it softly. We
kissed for several long seconds before she broke it off,
and I could feel a hand tickling my crotch at that
point, but I have no idea whose it was.
"Wow," said Sarah. "That was sexy as hell!" I could see
her looking at my mouth hungrily, and she made a point
of taking a puff with an open mouthed inhale. From
behind me, I heard Kelly joke that maybe later, she'd
let Sarah try that herself.
The word later triggered a reaction within me and I
looked at the chronometer. It was down to twenty
minutes. I could feel Kelly's eyes follow my line of
sight and looked up guiltily. Kelly remarked to Sarah,
"I promised Biff some hot surprise sex tonight when that
clock wound down, and I think he wants to hold me to
that promise."
I tried to evade the situation and recover, saying I was
having a great time and not to worry about the watch. Of
course, she was dead right, and I was torn. I was having
a lot of fun and between the sneaky touches Sarah had
slipped me, and watching her sexy body and beautiful
face, I didn't want to leave.
However, I was highly stimulated and needed to fuck
badly and that meant it was time to ditch Sarah and get
home with my wife as fast as possible.
Kelly suggested a third option that was both good and
bad. She invited Sarah back to our place for a glass of
a fine wine she had chilling for later, and a few
cigarettes she said with a smirk towards me. Sarah said
that sounded great, as long as I didn't mind. Of course
I said "Not at all! Let's go." But I was definitely
feeling a little mixed about it. We weren't going to
make the schedule, I guessed, but so be it.
We hailed a taxi and squeezed into the backseat.
Automatically in the middle by this point, I put my arms
around each woman to create a little more space and they
comfortably snuggled into my chest. "He has nice arms,
don't you think," asked Kelly.
"He sure does, and his chest isn't bad either,"
complimented Sarah as she leaned her head on my left
pec.
I could see the driver peering at us in the rearview
mirror. I'm sure we made quite a sight, one guy between
two sexy women cuddling on him. I whispered to the
ladies that the driver was watching us. Kelly suggested
we give him something to stare at then. She tilted her
head up and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth
and moaning softly in pleasure. Then she broke off the
kiss and turned my face towards Sarah. "Go ahead," she
giggled quietly, "He's checking you out."
It was kind of weird and I was a little apprehensive
kissing someone other than my wife, but she was
encouraging me, and after all we were fucking around
with the driver so it didn't really matter. Sarah looked
up at me and parted her silvery-pink lips slightly. We
each leaned forward a bit and then we were kissing
softly.
It started out mainly with lips touching, but after a
minute or so I slid my tongue into her mouth and touched
hers with it. It was very different kissing another
woman, but it turned me on immensely. I realized after
almost a minute that we had been kissing much longer
than I had kissed Kelly, and I gently separated us.
Sarah whispered to Kelly, loudly enough for me to hear,
"Too bad I didn't have a cigarette..."
I could see that the driver was really checking us out
now at every stoplight and told the ladies so. They
smiled and lazily roamed their hands about my body,
touching my arms, chest, legs, and occasionally my
crotch. They also kissed me two more times each, both
more aggressively than before.
As we neared the turn for our street, I found myself
wishing that we lived a lot farther away because this
had definitely become the best cab ride ever. Just
before we stopped, Kelly and Sarah lifted my arms from
their shoulders and pressed my hands to their chests, so
that I was cupping one of each of their tits in my palm.
I couldn't focus on anything else, feeling their
distinctly different sizes and softness, while their
nipples pressed into my palm like small pebbles. Finally
the driver cleared his throat and we opened our car
doors. Sarah insisted on paying the fare, and the driver
looked at me as he prepared to drive away.
"You are one lucky dude, brother," he said as he pulled
away. "It's his birthday," the ladies called after him
in unison.
I unlocked the front door to our condo and ushered the
women inside. "Oooh, you have such a cute place," gushed
Sarah as she handed me her coat. "Why don't you give
Sarah the tour while I get the wine," suggested Kelly.
Our condo isn't all that big, so a tour doesn't last
very long. Sarah had already seen our living room, so I
showed her our small dining room, our newly remodeled
kitchen, and my office where I spend most of my time
working. Then I pointed out the all-important bathroom.
Finally I led her to the doorway of our bedroom. Sarah
gave me a wink and said she was sure that would be the
busiest room in the house tonight. When I brought her
back into the living room, Kelly had already set out
some full wineglasses.
With a quick glance at each other, both of the women
reached into their purses and took out their cigarettes.
As they lit them, my watch started beeping. I realized
the timer had run out. It took me a minute to figure out
how to silence the beeps, and I tried to recover by
joking, "You two had better be careful; you've been
teasing me all night and my timer just went off!"
Kelly flashed a naughty grin at me. "He's right, I did
promise him some hot sex when that alarm went off."
Sarah smiled an equally wicked smile. "Well a promise is
a promise.
You're going to have to sleep with him."
"But I said there would be a surprise involved, and I
have sex with him all the time," countered Kelly.
"Well then maybe I should help you fuck him," proposed
Sarah. "You haven't shared him with another woman, have
you?"
At this point, I think I tried to say something, but
they both looked at me calmly and ordered me to "Be
quiet."
"Well, no. He is my husband after all... Have you ever
fucked a
married man before?" Kelly wondered
Sarah said, "Yes, once, but his wife had set it up as a
three-way. We both fucked him together."
I noticed their banter was getting cruder, and there's
something about two sexy women using the word "fuck"
that is awfully hot - especially when they are basically
talking about you!
Kelly looked at me. "Well, do you want to fuck Sarah?
You already know what her tits feel like, and you've
kissed her. And she's been playing with your cock all
evening."
I wasn't sure how to answer. Of course I wanted to fuck
Sarah, but was it safe to tell my wife that? I was
starting to understand that I had been set up this
evening, but it was still a little surprising to me.
Sarah slid closer to me on the couch. "I think he's
having trouble adjusting to this, Kelly. Maybe I'd
better simplify it for him." She took a long drag on her
cigarette and slowly exhaled, saying to me, "I'm your
surprise present. Happy Birthday." Then she put her hot
smoky mouth to mine and began kissing me assertively.
She turned her lower body more towards me and swung one
leg over mine so that she was straddling me. She kept
kissing me, running her tongue all around my mouth and
letting me taste her. Her hands roamed freely up and
down my body now, touching and squeezing me.
I saw Kelly sitting on the loveseat next to us, smoking
and gently rubbing her pussy through her skirt. That was
my last reassurance needed. I lifted my hands to Sarah's
chest and began touching her breasts while we kissed.
Her tits were firm and shaped well even braless. I
untied the halter from her neck and let it fall to
reveal the sexy mounds I'd been looking at all night.
She had a decent tan even in December, obviously from a
booth, and no tan lines. Her nipples were hard and her
areolas were nicely wrinkled and tight from arousal. I
started sucking on them one at a time, coaxing even more
hardness from them. I felt Kelly's hands reach down and
unbuckle my pants, drawing down my zipper, and releasing
my cock finally.
Sarah slid down onto the floor in front of me and took
my cock in her hand. She expertly rubbed the head across
her lips a few times then plunged the first few inches
of my shaft into her mouth. She stopped with less than
half of my cock between her lips and began bobbing on it
slowly and sucking hard.
The vacuum pressure she exerted on me caused my to swell
up even more. Gradually, she took more and more of my
cock into her mouth, until she had pressed 7" of me into
herself. I could feel my head hitting the back of her
throat.
Glancing over at Kelly, I saw her staring intently at
Sarah's pink lips encircling my member. She had pulled
her skirt up and was now alternating between rubbing her
clit furiously and pushing two fingers deep into
herself. "Suck his entire cock, Sarah! Take the last
inch," she demanded hoarsely.
I felt Sarah's head rise slightly and then she pushed
all the way down. I felt my cock fully engulfed in her
mouth, and her lips were pressed firmly against the skin
of my pelvis. Her tongue was slowly stroking the bottom
of my cock like silk in a breeze. Then she began mouth-
fucking me with long strokes.
The feeling was intense, and watching my wife smoke and
masturbate while her sexy friend blew me was
fantastically arousing. I warned Sarah that I was close
to coming and she redoubled her efforts. True to my
word, I erupted with all the jism that had been building
up in my testicles since she had arrived at the club
that evening.
I could feel her tongue and cheeks gently sucking every
last drop out of me. She swallowed some of it right off,
because I left her with quite a mouthful. But then Kelly
looked at me and told me I wasn't through yet, and that
they were going to make sure I got hard enough to fuck
shortly.
She pulled Sarah towards her and leaned forward. Then my
cock-loving wife, the woman who fast-forwards through
lesbian scenes in porn movies, leaned forwards and began
french kissing her blonde friend. It was a sloppy kiss,
as Sarah shared the remnants of my seed with my wife.
They kissed passionately for a couple of minutes, my
come smearing across their faces, and when they finally
broke off, Kelly made a point of swallowing obviously to
show that she had gotten the last of my load. I was
easily back to a semi-hard state right away, although it
would be a few minutes before I would be ready to
perform. Sensing this, Kelly led Sarah off to the
bathroom with their purses to wipe up and reapply their
makeup.
A few minutes later, Kelly called me from the bedroom.
The women were lying on the bed, smoking and fondling
each other's tits. They were both naked from the waist
up, and wore only their garter and stockings (Kelly) and
sheer black thigh-highs (Sarah) below. I could see
Sarah's closely trimmed pubic hair revealing that she
was in fact not a blonde, although the color suited her
well. Kelly's neatly groomed pussy was as delicious
looking as always. They had fixed their icy pink and
dark red lipstick respectively, and looked positively
amazing.
"Honey, come eat us for a while," requested Kelly. I
eagerly dove in and found her cunt to be wet and sticky
from her arousal. I sucked at her clit and ran my tongue
through her folds several times until she was moaning in
pleasure. Then, responding to the gentle pressure on my
head, I let myself be pulled into Sarah's moist sex. Her
cunt was beautiful as well, with a tasty sweet flavor
that was slightly different than Kelly's slight
tanginess. I ate her pussy with vigor, enjoying her new
taste.
The women moved me back and forth a couple more times,
once each pulling me up to kiss their wet tastes into
each other's mouths, until I could no longer distinguish
between the mixed flavor of their nectar. Then Kelly
told me to fuck Sarah.
I started on top, spreading her legs with my thighs, and
pressing the head of my now recovered cock into her
opening. She gasped as the head slipped inside of her,
and I fucked her slowly with shallow strokes, just
popping the head in and out. I reach down to thumb her
clit at the same time. Unlike Kelly, who is not multi-
orgasmic, Sarah began popping mini-orgasms immediately.
I could feel her shuddering as I teased her clit while
refusing to penetrate her more than two inches. Finally,
she slid to one side and rolled me onto my back.
Climbing on top, in her favorite position according to
her earlier statements, she placed the head of my prick
at her damp opening and steadily sat down until I was
fully wrapped with her skin. As she rose to slide me out
and repeat the process, I could feel her cunt walls
gripping me tightly and stretching to hold me inside.
Sarah began fucking me in earnest, tweaking her own
nipples and rubbing at her clit. Meanwhile, Kelly was
kissing me from beside us and rubbing her own pussy. She
waited patiently, looking into my eyes while I fucked
another woman, and helping diddle Sarah's clit with her
fingers when it was obvious she was approaching an
orgasm.
Sarah, relieved of touching her own vagina, started
pulling both of her own nipples hard as her clenching
twat rode me. I could feel her muscles fluttering as she
drove herself through a series of mini-orgasms until a
deep, powerful come shook her entire body. Her fresh
juices leaked freely out of her pussy around my dick.
Exhausted, she rolled off of me and Kelly took her
place. Kelly's familiar cunt was sopping wet and she
slipped me into her easily. I was still very aroused
from Sarah's intense explosion and Kelly played on that
to drive me higher. She started talking dirty to me as
she pounded me in and out of her riding cunt.
"You liked fucking my friend didn't you? Kissing her and
then me, touching our tits, sucking our pussies... You'd
probably like to watch me lick her pussy, and watch me
pull her blonde hair to hold her head in my crotch, or
fucking each other with those big dildos..."
Kelly was using every trick in the book to drive me
wild, as if I could be any more turned on by this point.
Finally she pulled off all of the gloves and virtually
forced me to fill her aching cunt. "Come in me," she
commanded. "Come and then I'll sit on Sarah's face and
let you watch her lick me clean. Watch your come leak
out of me and into her mouth. Come for me!"
The image was electrifying. I felt my groin bunch up and
release, blasting spurt after spurt up her snatch. She
gripped my dick tightly with her vaginal muscles,
coaxing every drop out, then pulled off of me and
swiftly straddled Sarah's face. As Sarah's tongue
slipped out to part Kelly's pussy lips, Kelly released
her muscles and let a stream of my sticky semen ooze out
of her crack into Sarah's waiting mouth.
Sarah swallowed rapidly, licking and sucking Kelly until
she came fiercely, grinding her clit into Sarah's face
and smearing her lipstick. Come, cunt cream, and saliva
covered Sarah's mouth. Kelly slid off of her and pulled
all three of our heads together for a messy kiss.
Exhausted emotionally and physically, I thanked the
women for a wonderful birthday surprise. Kelly and Sarah
began laughing, and I demanded to know what was so
funny. "We haven't given you the surprise yet!"
exclaimed Kelly.
"I thought that having sex with the two of you was it,"
I said, confused.
"Anybody could had seen where that was going from about
10 minutes after Sarah arrived," explained Kelly. "You
were just too sweet of a husband to see it. The real
surprise," she continued, "Is that Sarah is spending the
whole weekend with us. Now let's get some sleep; you're
going to need your rest."
They curled up beside me, one under each arm, and pulled
the blankets on top of us as we all tried to fall
asleep, thinking of what the weekend held in store for
us...
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I am not a professional writer. If you enjoyed this
fantasy story, let me know and I'll post some more.
Please keep the encouragement coming. I am now writing
both real experiences (labeled "true") and
fantasies/fiction (labeled "fiction") - check the header
to know what is what. If you're following the "series",
let me know what you think and want to hear!
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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