You had called two hours ago and told me that we were going out to celebrate. All you requested was that I wear your favorite purple thong under whatever outfit I decided on. I figured we would be going out to one of our favorite places for dinner. Decently casual but if one was to dress up a bit they would not feel out of place.
The night was supposed to be on the cooler side, so I decided upon a pair of dark skinny jeans paired up with cream colored thigh high stiletto boots that laced up the back. I reached for a thin cream sweater that hugged and showed off my chest nicely but wasn't too tight. I needed a necklace to go with the sweater. Of course I chose the long strand of pearls. Those always made you smile. I wrapped them around my neck twice and then let the rest hang down between my boobs.
I had already painted my nails, a sexy deep red color, so I turned to the make-up instead. After applying the final coat of mascara, I took a few steps back and looked into the full length mirror. I was happy with the reflection looking back at me. I was definitely looking older but I still looked good. I went downstairs to try to patiently wait for you to get home.
The moment you walked in the door I could tell you were excited about something.
"What are you so excited about?" I asked.
You smiled and said, "You're just going to have to wait to find out."
You had my curiosity roused to say the least.
"Did you comply with my one request?" you asked.
I looked at you, smiled and said, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
You pulled me to you, and your hands wrapped around my back and slid down to my ass. We kissed as your hands found their way into my jeans. Your fingers found the top of the thong and gave it a playful tug. Then you pulled your hands back out of my jeans and kissed me.
"Good girl," you said. "We need to go or we are going to be late."
You took my hand and we headed out to the garage to get in the car. As you drove, I kept asking you questions about the night. You wouldn't tell me anything other than it was going to be a night of fun. Now I was even more excited about what was planned.
We pulled into the parking lot of one of my favorite restaurants. You got out of the car, came around to my side, opened the door and held out your hand to help me out of the car. As we walked in to the restaurant, you put your arm around my waist and pulled me closer to you. You looked over at me and kissed my forehead then pulled the door open and let go of me.
We were ushered to our table and the waiter came over. He was new. Tall with dark hair and intense blue eyes. He was very attractive and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off me.
"Good evening," he said. "My name is Bradley." Then he looked directly at me and boldly said, "I will be taking care of you tonight."
I blushed and looked down at the menu, not believing the audacity of the guy, especially since you were sitting very closely next to me. You squeezed my thigh and I looked up at you. Amusement was in your eyes as you looked back at me. You ordered drinks for both of us.
He left to get our drinks and you leaned over and kissed me, very softly but fully. My hand rested on your thigh and it slowly made its way up your leg as we continued to kiss. Bradley came back with our drinks and cleared his throat. As we pulled apart I looked up at Bradley. I couldn't read the look in his eyes.
"Would you like to hear the specials?" he asked.
We finally decided on an appetizer and kept one menu so we could decide on our entrées later.
As we sipped our drinks, you asked me questions about the night. "Is there anything special you want to do?"
"Not really," I answered you. "I was hoping you had made plans so I didn't have to think about things at all."
"Oh I did, honey," was all you replied with a wink.
You were teasing me deliberately, and I knew there was nothing I could do to get you to tell me what you had up your sleeve. I just had to wait, which I was trying to do, but you knew you were driving me nuts. Finally the appetizer arrived. Once we finished it, you had to use the bathroom.
Bradley took that opportunity to come back. I politely asked him for a refill on our drinks. He squatted down by the table and said, "I know I shouldn't say anything, but I can't help but stare at you. You are one very beautiful woman."
"You are right, you shouldn't," I replied as I looked across the table at him. Our eyes met and then I said, "but thank you. I appreciate the compliment."
He stood back up and left to get us another round just as you came back to the table. When he returned, he took our orders. I had you order for me since I couldn't decide. I was having trouble concentrating. All the secrecy and surprise from you and the constant stares from Bradley were driving me nuts.
My mind started wandering to places it shouldn't but I couldn't bring it back. I must have gotten a funny look on my face because you looked over at me and asked what I was thinking. Most women would never be able to share their thoughts about something like this with their husbands, but I was never most women.
I looked over at you, took a deep breath and said, "Well, you obviously can see that our waiter keeps looking at me. My mind has taken it a little further."
"Go on," you said.
So I told you. "I was imagining what it would be like to have your hands as well as his on my body at the same time. I wouldn't want you guys to do anything with each other. Just pleasure me. I think it would be highly erotic to have you both touching me at the same time."
You smiled at me and said, "That sounds like an interesting fantasy. You have mentioned that one before, as well."
Our food arrived, and when we finished it was my turn to find the bathroom. I arrived back at the table just in time to find out that you had ordered dessert. Bradley set the dessert down in front of me and then said, "Happy birthday," and left us to eat the massive slice of cake. It was so good. Vanilla cake and real whipped cream icing topped with strawberries.
I picked up one of the strawberries, dragged it through the whipped cream and then very slowly and seductively licked the whipped cream off the berry, my eyes never leaving yours. Then I popped the berry into my mouth and sucked my fingers clean of the strawberry juice.
I did that twice and after the second time, my eyes left yours just long enough to see Bradley standing off to the side behind you, staring open mouthed at me. When he noticed me looking at him it broke the trance-like stare and he turned and disappeared. I laughed and told you what had just happened. You said, "He's probably off to the bathroom to get some much needed relief."
As you said that you took my hand and placed it on your groin. You were hard and getting harder under my hand. "He's not the only one who could use some relief," you said. I started to rub you through your pants but you pushed my hand away. Bradley came back a few moments later with our check. We finished our drinks, paid the bill and then we headed out.
After we left the restaurant, you said we were going to deviate from your plans a bit and do something spur of the moment. You drove a few blocks over to the theater. We walked in and looked at the marquee. We were in luck. There were two movies just getting ready to start that we had both wanted to see. You paid for tickets and we headed to find the theater. It wasn't too crowded and we chose a spot that was pretty far up and towards an end.
While we were waiting for the previews to begin, you leaned over and asked, "Were you serious at the restaurant? About the two guy thing?"
"Yes, I was being serious."
One of the most fascinating things about our marriage is that we can tell each other anything. Even our wildest fantasies. We have always been able to talk them through. We have had some pretty intense fantasies come to life in our bedroom. I knew I wasn't risking you getting mad by telling you that yes I was serious and thought it would be great.
As the previews started, you put your hand on my thigh and whispered in my ear, "Just how hot did that idea get you?"
Your hand was moving up my thigh the whole time you were whispering, so that when you finished your sentence your hand was right there at the junction of my thighs.
"Oh, god, that has you just a little excited, doesn't it," you said, barely able to contain your moan as you felt how wet I was through the jeans. You left your hand there but your fingers continued to rub me through the jeans. Softly, just playing.
The movie started, and about half way through it I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed the seat divider up and moved closer to you, my hand resting on your semi-hard cock. Slowly I started to rub you, feeling you getting harder with each rub. Your arm was around me and as you got harder, and your hand moved up to my hair. I was thankful that you were wearing dress pants. There was a little more room in them than in the jeans you loved to wear.
I unzipped the pants and carefully pulled you out at the same time my head ended up in your lap. You were so ready for me. I could taste the pre-cum and, oh god, it tasted good. I licked it off then started sucking you, dragging you in and then back out of my mouth, gently running my teeth along your length as you moved in and out of me. It didn't take long before your hands were in my hair and you were pushing me down on you.
We had been practicing with my deep throat abilities and as you pushed me down on to you, I was able to take all of you into my throat. I felt you stiffen and then flood my throat with your warm seed. I greedily swallowed it down and then put you back inside your pants. I left the zipper for you. You tried putting your hand between my thighs but I kept pushing your hand away. You finally gave up and settled for kissing my neck a few times instead. We watched the rest of the movie with your arm around me and my head on your shoulder, one of our favorite positions.
When it was over, you stood up and pulled me into your arms. To this day I still love the feeling of your arms around me. I looked up at you and we kissed then headed out of the theater with our arms around each other. We got back in the car and you locked it then leaned over and one of your hands went around the back of my neck and pulled my face to yours. We kissed deeply. One of my hands went around your neck and the other was in your hair, pulling you closer to me.
My body was on fire and needed to feel you touch me. I took my hand out of your hair and grabbed one of your hands and put it on one of my tits. That contact was enough to make me sharply intake a breath. I started to moan as we continued to kiss. The kisses were growing more passionate and my thong was flooded with my wetness. I was actually thankful we had leather seats. I was so wet. I moved your hand from my tit down my body to between my thighs. You growled deep in your throat as you felt the heat and the wetness there. I was silently cursing myself for not wearing a skirt. I needed to feel your hand on me. Now.
I undid the button on my jeans and yanked at the zipper. You moved your hand from between my thighs to just inside my jeans. Your hand was slowly rubbing but it wasn't rubbing where I needed you to be. I bucked my hips upwards hoping that would help you move your hand farther down. When you didn't move your hand I roughly grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand down inside my jeans. We both gasped when you touched me.
"Oh, are you wet, love," you whispered in my ear.
You pulled your hand back out of my jeans, causing me to whimper. You brought your fingers up to our mouths and we both licked and sucked your fingers. It was insanely erotic. My pussy was throbbing. I was squeezing my legs together to get some kind of relief. You pulled your mouth from mine and started the car.
"Let's get you home," you said. "I don't want to take you here in the parking lot."
On the drive home I somehow was able to zip and button my jeans. Once that was done I leaned back in the seat and put my hand on top of yours. That was the only thing I didn't like about your car. I hated the fact that we could never hold hands unless you were on the freeway. The whole manual thing was cool but not when I wanted to hold your hand. I was thankful that we had figured out that as long as my hand was on top of yours we could still have the basic idea of holding hands and you could still shift. You pulled into the garage and closed the door.
As soon as you turned the car off, I had my hands around your face, pulling your mouth to mine. You leaned your seat back a little and pulled me closer to you. I knew what you wanted. I moved onto your lap and leaned into you, kissing you and drinking in the smell of you. That is one thing I will never tire of. The way you smell. So manly and clean.
Our kisses increased in passion. I could feel you getting hard under me. I slowly rubbed myself against you as we continued to kiss. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked the necklace over my head and I then pulled my sweater off, pushing my tits in your face. You attacked them just like I knew you would. You sucked the nipples right through the fabric of the bra. They were so hard from your sucking. You started to bite them. My breath caught in my throat. You groaned, moved your mouth to mine and pushed your tongue deep into my mouth. Neither of us was breathing very well anymore, more like panting and gasping for air in between kisses.
My hands reached down between us and I undid your pants, pulling you out. You were so hard. My hand rubbed you as you reached behind me and undid my bra, pulling it off me and tossing it onto the passenger seat. Your hands moved down to my hips and you undid the button and zipper on my jeans. I sat up on my knees so you could pull them down as far as you could.
When you got them down to my knees, I extended one leg behind me and you pulled the jeans off that leg and roughly shoved it out of the way. You grabbed your cock in one hand and I pulled my thong out of the way as I slowly sat back down.
Just the very tip of your cock had entered me. I could feel your hips pressing against me, trying to get deeper. I leaned forward and kissed you then put my hands on your shoulders and sat down on you. You were instantly buried all the way inside me. I sat still for a minute, relishing the feeling of you filling me and being so deep inside my dripping pussy.
I put my hands behind me on your knees, leaned back a little, almost touching the steering wheel, while arching my back, and I began to ride you, slowly. Up and down feeling every inch of your hardness enter me then pull back off.
"Oh, god, do you feel good," I moaned.
You hit that spot inside me every time you pushed back in. Your hands were on my tits playing with my nipples, rabbing, teasing, pulling, pinching. Our eyes were locked on each other's. I started to ride you faster. I could no longer breathe. I was gasping for breath.
You slid one hand off my tits and down to my clit. All you needed to do was just put your thumb on my little button and it threw me over the edge. I grabbed your arms and dug my fingernails into you as I screamed your name, cuming hard and drenching you. Your hips thrust up and you said my name over and over as you released deep inside me. I collapsed onto your chest and your arms wrapped around me, holding me until our breathing returned to normal.
I opened the door and untangled myself from you, getting out of the car. You handed me my bra and sweater which I pulled over my head after I pulled the jeans back up. I could feel our combined juices running down my thigh.
"What's next?" I asked as you got out of the car.
"A shower," you answered.
As I walked past you to head up the stairs, you playfully slapped my ass. I made it to the bathroom first and turned on the water. As we waited for it to warm up we undressed then you reached for me and pulled me to you. We kissed a few times, then you grabbed my hand and led me into the shower, pulling me back to you. We stood there holding each other, letting the warm water wash over our bodies. Then we took turns washing each other. We kissed every so often.
"Have you had a good start to your birthday?" you asked.
"Hell yes," I replied. "Just being with you is a gift."
"Well I have another gift for you, babe," you said. "You just have to wait till we get out of the shower to get it."
A few minutes later and we were done and drying each other off. I was pulling a new thong out of the drawer when you walked up behind me and said, "Close your eyes and hold out your hand."
I did both and felt you put something around my wrist. When you finished you told me to open my eyes. I did and looked down at my wrist. On it was a beautiful silver bracelet that you had inscribed. I read the words and tears sprang into my eyes. I looked up at you and this time your breath caught in your throat. I knew the look in my eyes was radiating pure love.
"Thank you so very much. I love it and I love you," I said, while wrapping my arms around you.
This time when we kissed it was a kiss that spoke volumes of the love we have for each other. There was nothing hurried or lustful in the kiss. It was all love and passion.
You broke the kiss and said, "Get dressed. Our night is not quite over. But we aren't going out again so get comfy."
I decided to pull the thong on topped with the tight yoga pants you love. I picked a long sleeved v-neck white t-shirt. No bra. Comfy but sexy.
We headed downstairs to the couch and flipped on the TV. There were a few movies on so you picked one. A few minutes later your phone rang. You stood up and walked away from the TV to answer it. I was paying attention to the movie and didn't really hear the conversation until the end.
I heard you say, "Okay then, see you in a few."
You opened the garage then came back to the couch.
"Who was that?" I asked as you sat back down.
"Another part of your surprise," you said.
Hmmm... now I was really curious.
A few minutes later we heard a knock at the door. You stood up to answer it. I was beyond curious but also a bit nervous so I stayed on the couch. I looked up as you came back into the room. My jaw dropped as I recognized Bradley and a woman I didn't know standing next to you. She was about my height, had long blonde hair and really pretty blue eyes. And wow was she fit. Thin but with big perky boobs. I started to speak but you beat me to it.
You came over to me and said, "I know that we have talked about this before and I have wanted to do this for you for a long time but never knew how. Bradley and I met a few months ago at the gym and we started talking and became friends. We have talked about our wives' fantasies and how to make them become reality. You know, like your wanting to be with another woman while I watch. I also knew about your little fantasy of having two guys touching you at the same time. Well, he and I talked about it and here he is. By the way, this is Rachel, his wife. She has also been curious about the same things you have. We decided to wait until your birthday to surprise you. I realize this is all quite sudden and you don't know them but I thought that would add to the fantasy. If you don't want to give it a go, we can just open some beers and watch a movie or something."
I wasn't sure how I felt about the idea now that it was presented to me. I was instantly jealous knowing that if I went ahead with this, you would be touching another woman. Was I okay with that? Would you still want me after having someone obviously younger and much more in shape? I mentally scolded myself for even thinking that. I looked at you and you could see the hesitation in my eyes. You knew exactly what I was thinking and what was bothering me. I started to speak but you stopped me.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, love," you said to me.
"I do want to," I replied. "I am just a little worried and nervous."
"I know you are," you said as you kissed my head. "How about some rules?"
"Okay," I said.
The four of us sat down and started to go over some basic rules. It felt pretty awkward for all of us, so I got up and grabbed some beers. I drank about half of mine before I sat it down, thankful that it seemed to help calm me down.
The basic rules were decided:
1. Sex was only with spouses. Oral was fine on anyone but actual sex was reserved for the couples only.
2. If someone became uncomfortable at any point, they were to say so and the whole thing would stop.
3. This was going to be a one time deal. This fantasy would play itself out and that would be the end of it.
We were all comfortable with the rules we so we all sat back on the couch drinking our beers making small talk. It was starting to get really awkward so I finally said, "Well it is my birthday after all so I guess I have to make the first move."
I stood up and pulled Rachel to her feet. I was quite nervous especially since this was my first time and I knew you two were watching. I put one hand around her waist and the other behind her neck and pulled her head close to mine. Our eyes closed as we felt our lips touch. Very softly and tentatively, we started to kiss.
The kisses began to get bolder, and before I knew it I had forgotten all about the two of you watching us. Our hands started moving along each others bodies, up and down arms, sides, backs while our mouths parted slightly and we started adding a little tongue.
My hands moved up to her chest and I cradled her tits as we shared our first real french kiss. Our hands played with each others tits, as we continued to kiss. I dropped my hands to the bottom of her shirt and stopped kissing long enough to pull it over her head. I bent slightly and kissed one tit then the other through the lace of the bra. My kisses moved back up Rachel's chest, across her neck and back to her mouth. We kissed deeply, and then I pulled back slightly from her.