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Happy Birthday Honey
By Trevan (sevenmoons@bounce.com)
1997
***
Husband encourages his wife to play around with
coworkers. (M+/F, wife, sloppy seconds)
***
Karen and I have been married for fifteen years. She's
about 5'4", 140 lbs with a short bob of dark hair shot
through with premature grey streaks. Her eyes are green
and she has a slight overbite emphasized by a wide
smile and fairly thin lips. Karen is plump but not fat.
Her hips are a little large but they compliment her
walk beautifully and her ass is in proportionate shape.
She wears a pair of very elegant wire rim glasses which
make her look sort of like a cute, sexy, bookish
librarian.
Karen works at an accounting firm as an office manager.
In our years of marriage we have never cheated on one
another except for one or two occasions. Karen had once
confessed that she let one of her departing co-workers
feel her through her stockings in his office one day.
She was in her navy blue skirt with a crisp white
blouse and a navy blazer.
She seized the opportunity of having a man she'd always
been attracted to have his hands on her on his way out
so as not to create any complications. Eventually,
Karen revealed more about her encounter as I encouraged
her to do to spice up our lovemaking.
As he was packing up his things on his last day, she
went up and whispered in his ear, "I want something
before you go. I'll be in the spare office at the end
of the hall in fifteen minutes. Just something light,
through my clothes. I hope I'm not presuming anything.
I think you want it, yes?"
The man had indeed wanted Karen and they met. Karen's
heart was thumping against her chest and her voice was
thick and distant, she recalled. She brought a chair
close to the edge of a large oak desk and climbed up to
sit on it. She beckoned him to come and stand in front
of her, which he quickly did, fearing that she might
lose her nerve. Karen unbuttoned the front of her
blazer and undid a few buttons on her blouse. "Put your
hands inside. Oh... oh god that's just right! He cupped
her breasts through her bra and pinched her nipples
through the material.
Aware of the short time they had to utilize she
quickened the pace. She bunched her skirt up around her
waist so that her panties were visible through the
shear dark fabric of her stockings. "Rub me. I'll
return the favor, just get in there and rub!"
The man was eager and put his hand between my wife's
legs in order to try and bring her off right on the
desk. Karen parted her legs as he moved between them
trying to work his fingers through the material to find
the cleft and, hopefully a place where Karen's clitoris
would be accessible to his probing. Eventually he found
my wife's little nub and after only a few minutes she
was gasping and trying to choke back her moans. She
bucked a little and had, as she put it, a perfunctory
orgasm on his hand.
He asked her if she would suck him but she declined.
Instead she reached for a Kleenex and told him "I just
want to hold it in my hand. I'll make you come but I
don't want a mess! Karen reached into his fly. He was
wearing Calvin Klien underwear (she'd always told me
how much she enjoyed looking at ads with well built men
in their Calvins, how she wished she could have one for
a night) and his sausage was tight against the cotton,
trying to unfurl.
The heat coming from his crotch intoxicated her. Her
breathing was thick. "We don't have much time... oh...
forget, it the door's locked anyway," Karen yanked his
pants and underwear down. She quickly dropped to her
knees and put her face to his mid section. She'd never
seen a foreskin covering a man's head while he was hard
before. She opened her mouth and gently poked her
tongue out to touch the tip of his foreskin and began
bobbing her head up and down while he clutched at her
hair.
Her skirt was still gathered up around her waist and
she dropped her hand to rub herself. She sucked on him
for a short while and got up, and began jerking him
off. The feeling of the extra skin slipping back and
forth over the head got her very hot. She looked down
in fascination the whole time she was doing it. He
flung his head back, his hands at his side. With the
Kleenex held out underneath his dripping head in her
left hand she waited for him to shoot. Then she had a
change of mind.
"Oh just fuck me. I'll bend over the desk. Be quick."
Karen turned and faced the desk, gripped the sides and
bent over. He reached in and yanked her hose down with
her panties, put his hands on either sides of her ample
ass cheeks and put his tip to her opening. Just then,
someone came down the hall. They both froze. Karen's
heart was pounding. Her would-be stud said, "Oh no!"
and ejaculated on her backside. She felt the splatter
on her ass cheeks and guessed that there were gobs on
her skirt, blouse and hose.
They both quickly stood, gathered themselves up and
left. Karen had to sit at her desk for the rest of the
afternoon while her co-worker's cream soaked her
clothes. She had missed out on having it directly
injected and the feel of his cock in her.
To release the frustration, she told me, she locked the
door to her office, pulled up her skirt, took a banana
out of her lunch, put her feet up on the desk with her
legs parted and peeled the banana. This time it would
have to be circumcised! She pushed the fruit inside her
cunt and began fucking herself with it. Her left hand
held her skirt up and her right did the thrusting.
She began to think of how the uncut dong felt in her
throat just a short while ago, about the taste of his
pre cum. She should have just continued sucking him. At
least if he came in her mouth, she wouldn't be faced
with the surreptitious task of cleaning her outfit
before she came home!
Anyway, Karen had the banana all the way inside her and
she was imagining that she was still bent over the desk
and that her co-worker had managed penetration and was
fucking her. She dropped her forefinger to her clit and
rubbed it until she began to whimper a bit and shudder
with a sharp climax. After a few moments, she forced
the banana out with a contraction of her muscles and
put the now glistening fruit in her mouth. It was warm
and slimy. She thought again of sucking his cock.
For some time Karen had dreaded her fortieth birthday.
Her thirtieth meant nothing to her so why should the
approach of the next decade? Karen began to lament her
appearance, that she was losing her appeal, that she
was beginning to feel the effects of the passage of
time. It got to the point where she began to be
routinely morose. I needed to do something to inject
some life into her.
It was time for her to clutch the sides of that desk
and get her backside the polishing she missed on that
day ten years ago. On the eve of her birthday, I told
her that I had planned something special. She had
thought of taking the day off work, but I dissuaded
her. In the morning I told her to wear virtually the
same outfit she had worn on that day at the office when
she had the failed attempt to rut with her departing
coworker.
She went to the closet and pulled out her old navy blue
skirt, blazer and a crisp white blouse. She dug around
for some dark grey hose and a pair of white cotton
briefs. She easily slipped on the hose and briefs but
the skirt was a bit of a squeeze and the front of her
blazer needed leaving undone. "What do you want me in
this old thing for? Everybody at the office will assume
I didn't do the laundry!" After my assurance that she
looked perfect she headed out the door for work.
I had responded to an ad in the local weekly from a man
offering massage services to pay for college tuition.
The guy turned out to be 22 and quite straight. I told
him what I had in mind and that if he proved to be
attractive enough and clean, he could come away with
five hundred dollars for the act of fucking my wife.
After some hesitation he agreed to send me a photo and
bio. When I received it I knew I had Karen's birthday
present figured out!
Steven arrived at five, a half hour earlier than
Karen's ETA. I told him to have a seat and relax. After
a few minutes I thought to inspect his package before
he gave it to my wife. I asked him to take his clothes
off and stand in front of me in just his Calvin
Klien's. He obliged me. Steven stood about 6 foot tall,
well built with short dark hair and blue eyes. He was
very clean, with little body hair. He stood facing me
with his hands on his hips. "Do you think she'll like
it?" he asked. "I'm sure she'll enjoy it. But I'd like
to see your 'gift' before you put it in my wife."
With that, Steven lowered his underwear to his knees
and let his dong hang down for me to look at. It was
about seven inches long and his foreskin sheathed his
head completely with a little extra skin at the tip.
His sac hung down with his right testicle just below
the level of his left. He had just a bit of curly black
hair above the root of his cock. As I looked at him he
began to harden a little. "When you're inside a woman,
can you feel the extra skin moving back and forth? Does
it feel good?" "Oh yes, but I often have to slow down
or I'll shoot too soon...it feels that good!"
I stood up and walked up to him. "May I feel it seeing
as it's going to be put inside my wife?" I reached out
and took Stevens cock in my hand. For the first time I
felt the warm pulsing sensation of a man's growing
penis in my hand. He got harder and I gently pushed his
foreskin back and forth over the head. He sighed and
let his head fall back. "Karen will love this. She may
want to suck it before you screw her" "How tight is
your wife? I'd hate to get in her and unload before
she's had her fill!"
"Karen's pretty snug, especially for something this
size. I'll leave some baby oil out."
I went upstairs to the study and cleared off the dark
oak work desk and pushed it close to the wall. Steven
probably wondered what the sound of the furniture
dragging across the wooden floor was all about. I
grabbed the chair and placed it in front of the desk.
Then, I got a warm damp cloth and a bottle of baby oil
from the bathroom and laid it in a bowl and put on the
desk. The finishing touch? A condom lay right on the
seat of the chair.
The condom would be Karen's choice. We had no
particular desire for children but decided that, at her
age, it was probably not likely that she would get
pregnant. Besides, at that point it was an extra thrill
to think that she might get knocked up. I went back
downstairs to instruct Steven. He was to go upstairs
and wait in the study, wearing just his Calvin Kliens,
for Karen. When she went in he was to say hello and
say, "This time, no one will be coming down the hall,
and I won't come on your skirt."
I told him in no uncertain terms that he was to take
her bent over the desk with her clothes on and her
skirt bunched up around her hips and her panties and
hose around her ankles. She'll know what to do once she
understands the reference.
Karen arrived at 5:30 on the button, as usual. I hugged
her and wished her happy birthday. "So where's my
present, or are we going out!?"
"It's upstairs in the study," I replied.
Karen began to undress.
"No! Leave it on."
"Sure. What's up your sleeve?" she asked with a wry
smile.
I told her to go upstairs and enjoy her present.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
"No, I'll just listen to your sounds of glee when you
finally 'take delivery'. But understand one thing: I do
want you to have it."
Karen shrugged and began the ascent of the stairs. I
watched her bottom, her calves, and her hips move up
the stairs, her hand on the rail. I'd hoped she
wouldn't be shocked.
I heard her footsteps on the floor above and the sound
of muffled voices. Then nothing. About five minutes
later, I heard Karen walk over to the door of the study
and close it. A few more minutes passed. My heart was
pounding, my breath thick. I was getting hard. After
about ten minutes I imagined that they had progressed
somewhat and that Karen was likely being felt up and
would soon be on her knees.
Nearly twenty minutes had passed and there was not a
single sound to suggest that any rutting had commenced.
I knew I'd be able to hear the footsteps to the desk
and then the sound of the desk scraping the floor as
they went at it. Then, the sound of the chair being
moved broke the silence. Another few minutes passed.
Then, the tell tale sign: The desk began gently hitting
the wall with a familiar rhythm.
After about 20 minutes of my wife's exquisite moaning
mingled with the sounds of the desk creaking and
hitting the wall, I decided I must see this. I climbed
the stairs and as I went, I could hear sounds that I'd
only ever heard when Karen and I were making love. I
could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I approached
the door. Butterflies began churning in my stomach.
"OH GOD! I've waited so fucking long for this. Oh
YES!" I could hear her say in between getting the wind
knocked out of her. I quietly turned the door knob and
pushed the door open just enough to glance through.
What a sight. With the early evening sun pouring in
through the window I could see my smartly dressed
little wife bent over the desk. Her hands clutched at
the sides, her knuckles white with the grip. I had a
rear view of Steven's glistening back and buttocks. His
Calvin Kliens were around his ankles right next to
Karen's hose and panties. I was just in time to see
Karen bending over the desk. He must have been screwing
her while she sat on the desk to start with and was now
about to take her doggy style.
Steven took his place behind her and grabbed the hem of
her skirt and began tugging it up. I could just catch a
glimpse of her ass and crotch as he pushed her skirt up
over her hips. Then the view of Karen's backside was
replaced by that of Steven's as he prepared for
mounting my wife.
Karen's left hand dropped between her legs while her
right hand propped her up on the desk. She was guiding
his cock to her opening and shifting her hips a bit for
the best angle of penetration. Then, as Steven was
ready for his first thrust, Karen's left hand came up
to grip the side of the desk. She turned to face the
wall and enjoy her private birthday stud service.
Steven's ass cheeks tightened and pushed forward into
her. Karen let out a deep sigh. I was watching a young
man fuck my wife. Funny how sex was being used as a
gift in celebration of her birth.
I watched in awe as his ass clenched with each thrust
into Karen's backside, met with a quiver that rippled
across her milky ass cheeks, her skirt pulled up just
enough for him to do the deed. I could hear the
squelching sound of their interlocked sex organs Steven
quietly going "Shit! This is so nice. I'd love to
service you anytime you'd like."
Karen replied "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh! Fuck, keep going....
Maybe... uhhh... uhhh, OH GOD FUCK ME! AAAhhh... Maybe
you can meet me... uhhh... at my office... and be my
stud service..." Karen was almost hissing through her
teeth as she spoke. "You find me, uhhh... sexy don't
you. And you like fucking someone else's wife, don't
you?"
"I think you're as sexy as it gets, Karen and it would
be a pleasure. But... Ugh! I'm going to come soon...
uhhh... ready?"
"Fuck yes, I want a rough ride! Fuck me like a dog!"
The desk began bashing against the wall quite furiously
as Steven began humping her in earnest. Karen's feet
came off the ground and Steven's ass cheeks were really
pushing in and tightening with his jabs. Steven had to
keep pushing her skirt up. Karen was being shoved right
up onto the desk top with his thrusts.
"OH FUCK... HERE I COME, HONEY! AAAAAHHHH!" Karen
buckled. Steve, on a hard in-stroke into my wife,
ejaculated and let out a loud groan and made a few more
thrusts just to get it all out and into her. She called
him "Honey" as she came. That was previously reserved
for me.
I looked to the floor and caught a glimpse of the
plastic of the condom packet. It was unopened. I
quietly crept downstairs and waited in the living room.
about ten minutes later, Steven came down, his hair
slightly damp and smelling of my wife's perfume and,
more telling, of her body, looked at me and said "I
can't charge you for that I should be paying you for
the privilege of servicing your wife!" He put the five
hundred dollars on the desk and left. As I later found
out, he'd planned on taking payment "in kind" on the
installment plan... from Karen.
Then a few minutes later, Karen crept in, her hair wet
around the edges of her face her cheeks glowing red and
her blouse gaping open, her bra off. Her skirt was
severely wrinkled and her hose were gone. "Thank you!"
Karen came up to me, her heart still pumping and said
"How'd you like 'sloppy seconds' with your 'unfaithful'
wife?"
With that, Karen unbuckled me pulled my pants off and
pushed me down onto a chair. She hiked her skirt and
began to straddle me. I could smell her fuck and as she
positioned herself over me, I felt a drop of warm
liquid on my leg. Karen dropped down onto me and I felt
what she meant by sloppy seconds. Her womb was a gooey
mess. "Sorry I took so long. I blew him for a while and
he came. It went right down the back of my throat.
We had to wait awhile so he could get hard enough to do
me. I'd like him to come down to the office one day and
fuck me in the supply room." I thought of Steven
regularly fucking Karen in secret at work and told her:
"As long as you tell me every detail, you can accept
his stud services anytime." As she began to ride me
like a plump corporate female jockey, she said, with
her glasses slipping down on her nose and her graying
hair matted to her forehead, "It'll be interesting to
see which one of you will be the father."
She knew. On this evening, on her fortieth birthday,
she really had some life injected into her. As soon as
she said that, I thought of the feeling of her
loosened, slick vagina enveloping my cock and unleashed
a tremendous, pulsing flow of semen into her to join
with Steven's.
The following week, Karen came home to tell me that
Steven had come by the office. She took him into the
supply room at lunch and let him do her doggy style.
Strangely enough, he was so nervous he ejaculated
prematurely and messed up Karen's skirt. Deja vu!
END
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