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From: an459179@anon.penet.fi (Calloway)
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Date: Tue, 12 Dec 1995 23:27:10 UTC
Subject: MY WIFE,HER GIRLFRIEND,AND A STRAP-ON DILDO- STORY (ffm, b&d, bi)

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Three Cakes and a Candle

                                                        by Calloway


        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 favourite 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 labour 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 payed 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 allright, 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 awhile, 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 swivelled around to face me, keeping
me in place, I recognised 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 others' 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 duelled 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 dishevelled 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 manoeuvred 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.

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