The Birthday Present
Fiction by palmtreeted
The day I turned 35, my wife, Ann, promised me I would get a gift I would never forget. We went out to dinner at my favorite restaurant. Ann invited along Clay and Susan, a couple we both work with. During dinner, we talked about work, life, even briefly about sex. Something strange was going on, but at the time I couldn't put my finger on it.
On the way home, she sat close to me, rubbing my leg, telling me how wonderful my present was going to be. Susan and Clay sat close together in the back seat of our SUV. Occasionally I would see them steal a kiss. They were obviously in love.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what Ann at in mind. After being married for almost 10 years, I could pretty much read it when my wife was horny. Well, I was reading her like a book.
However, this time I seem to have been on the wrong page.
I pulled into the driveway and Susan and Clay got out and headed for their car, saying that they had an early morning commute. We waved goodnight and went inside.
When we got inside, she led me to the bedroom where we met in a deep French kiss. My loins began stirring as she began undressing me. It wasn't long before I was only in my underwear but she was still dressed.
"Are you ready for your present, my sweet?"
"Yes, my love," I answered.
She took a scarf from the dresser and held it up to my face.
"A surprise," she said coyly. She tied the scarf around my head, covering my eyes. I was totally blind. To prove it, she deliberately walked me into the corner of the doorway. "Oops," she giggled. "I guess you can't see out of that thing."
She led me back downstairs from our upstairs bedroom to our living room. I could barely tell that the lights were on, which I thought was kind of strange. She sat me down on the couch and began kissing me again. Her hands were all over me. She took my right hand and placed it over my shorts, squeezing my hard cock. All the while I thought there might be a TV on or something since I could hear muffled voices.
Ann then pulled the scarf from my head.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart."
Across from me was Susan and sitting on the couch to my right was Clay. And here I was, sitting practically naked. My once erect cock was suddenly limp in my hand with embarrassment. I quickly pulled my hands away from my underwear as Susan giggled.
"Happy birthday, Ted." Susan said.
"Happy birthday," Clay added.
"Honey, for years I've know about your secret fantasies, and tonight they're all going to come true." She paused. "Pun fully intended."
Ann then leaned over and gave Susan a deep French kiss, rubbing her hands across Susan's sweater. Ann then turned to me and said matter-of-factly, "Would you two like a show?"
Clay took a deep breath and let it out.
My cock, limp from earlier, became hard as a rock in an instant under my underwear. I tried to cover it up, but there was no point. Wondering what Clay's reaction would be, I made a bold gesture and slid my hand down and rearranged myself, all the time keeping my eyes fixed on Ann's and Susan's kiss. I glanced in Clay's direction and caught him looking at my crotch!
"Got a little uncomfortable," I explained.
"I know the feeling," he replied. At that moment I noticed his hand was down his pants...and he wasn't adjusting himself.
Susan noticed our restlessness. "No sense in both of you being uncomfortable, right? Why don't you enjoy yourselves?"
"Right," he agreed.
He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. Sliding his thumbs in the waist, he slid his pants down to his ankles, leaving only his underwear.
We now both sat there in our shorts, watching our wives make out.
"You're okay with this?" I asked.
"Uh-huh," he said. Then he slid a hand under his shorts, caressing his cock. I could tell that his dick was about the size of mine. There was a visible pre-come spot at the tip of his penis in his shorts.
Were we going to stop here? But we've come so far! Not even asking for permission, I slid my underwear down to my ankles.
My hard penis sprang to attention. Without hesitation, I grasped it and slowly stroked it. Susan and Ann stopped kissing and looked up at me, both of them smiling. I was masturbating in front of my wife and our friends! I couldn't believe it.
Clay, not wanting to be outdone, did the same. He slid his shorts to his knees and then slid his pants and shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them. He, too, began slowly stroking his cock. And it was apparent the he didn't want to rush his orgasm.
Clay's penis was about 8 inches long. It had a large purple head which by now had a dew bead of come on it. This was only the second time I had seen an erect penis in person. I wanted so badly to lean over and lick off that dew drop of semen, but I didn't dare. I had to work with Clay, and that working relationship would be severely damaged if I made a pass at him and he turned out to be straight, instead of bi-curious like me.
By now Ann had Susan's shirt of and working on her bra. Susan had one of her hands up Ann's blouse and the other rubbing her ass through her jeans. Susan's bra fell to the floor and Ann leaned in and began sucking on her left breast.
"Ann, if I don't get out of these jeans I'm going to cream them," Susan said. She motioned that they should move to the floor and they did so. Laying on the floor, Susan removed Ann's pants, leaving only her wet panties. Then Susan slid her jeans and panties off on to the floor. One more long lesbian kiss was exchanged before Susan turned and proceeded to place a knee on each side of Ann's head.
I watched my wife reach up and pull Susan's puss down onto her mouth. Her tongue first avoided Susan's slit, instead licking the inside of her thighs. This aroused Susan more and it was apparent at how moist her mound was getting. Then Ann darted her tongue deep into Susan's wet pussy, finding every fold of skin, teasing her clitoris at the top of the vulva. She would run her tongue along the skin between between the opening to Susan's vagina and her clitoris. Susan moaned with pleasure, rubbing her breasts.
Susan leaned slightly forward, supporting herself with her right hand while her left hand slid under Ann's panties and sought out her pussy. Finding it, she massaged Ann's clit, sliding her fingers along the length of her vagina.
Ann's tongue pursuit continued, exploring and tasting as she would place her lips against Susan's pussy and suck in her juices. Then she would return to flicking her tongue rapidly across the clitoris.
Clay and I sat there, stroking our cocks, I couldn't believe the show—this was the best birthday present ever!
Then Susan leaned back into Ann's face and began to scream. It was loud, too! She began to shake violently and my first thought was that Ann was going to get hurt. But instead Ann held on tightly, continuing to lick and suck at Susan's vagina, bringing Susan to multiple orgasms.
A few minutes later, Susan regained her composure and moved off my wife. Ann's face was covered in Susan's come and she was still licking her lips!
Ann got up and walked over to me and gave me a deep French kiss. I could taste Susan's pussy juices. "Okay, boys," Ann said pulling away. "You've had your show, now it's our turn to watch."
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, and I paused, looking at her quizzically. She only smiled and whispered, "Happy birthday, sweetheart."
I turned and look at Clay, who was grinning.
"A little nervous, Ted?" Clay asked.
"I've got an idea on how to start."
He leaned over and took my hand from my cock and placed it on his hard penis. My cock stiffened as his hand was now slowly stroking me.
"Feel good?" he asked, keeping up the rhythm.
"Oooo...yes." I could barely talk. It felt wonderful. But it wasn't complete. "There's just one more thing," I said.
At this point I didn't care if I worked with Clay or not. I leaned over above his penis and parted my lips. With my tongue I touched the swollen head, licked up the dew drop of come. He didn't react at all. Well, so much for that. I started pulling back when I felt his other hand on the back of my head. That was all the encouragement I needed.
I opened my mouth and extended my tongue and ran it around the ridge of the engorged purple head. A sigh of excitement escaped Clay's lips. That wasn't all I was hoping to coax from his body. I opened my mouth wider and lowered my mouth over his giant penis. I closed my mouth around his member, feeling it pulse against my lips. Then I began slowly bobbing my head up and down on his prick, stroking him with my hand also. I was using my mouth and hand to jack Clay off.
I wasn't sure at first if I wanted him to come in my mouth. What would Ann think? I new she had reservations about my fantasies. Perhaps she never intended for me to give head to Clay. I looked over at my wife, sitting on the floor. One hand was busy rubbing her clitoris while the other rubbing a breast. She caught me eye and winked at me. That's when I knew I wanted Clay to come down my throat.
Clay's cock leaked more pre-come and I sucked it down. My heart was beating as I was beating him off. There was only one thing I wanted at this point and that was a mouthful of his hot salty sperm. I continued bobbing my head up and down along his hard shaft, pumping with my hand as well.
Suddenly Clay's penis hardened and the head swelled in side my mouth. Both of his hands were now on the back of my head, pushing me down on his throbbing member. And then he began to ejaculate. My mouth was filled with his hot seed. I swallowed as much as I could, gulping down spurt after spurt of his hot, salty come. But I couldn't keep up with the jets of sperm and some dripped out of the corners of my mouth.
I let his cock go limp in my mouth, still trying to swallow his sticky sperm.
Ann came over and to me and gave me another French kiss, sharing Clay's sticky sperm. "Mmmm..." she said. Turning to Clay, "You taste almost as good as Ted."
"How about that, Clay," Susan said. "We go out for dinner with our friends and we're the ones who get serviced."
Clay answered, "I think I'm ready for my desert." Turning to Ann he said, "So, Ted tastes pretty good, eh?"
"Oh, I think so."
"Well, I'll be the judge of that."
Clay reached over and folded his hand around my penis. As he began pumping my hard cock he leaned over and proceeded to lick the rim of my swollen cock-head.
"I've got an idea," Susan said. She motioned for us all to move to the floor. I laid on my back while Clay continued to stroke my cock. Susan then knelt over me, placing a knee on each side of my head, this time facing the other direction. Ann laid down as to allow Susan full access to her womanly sex. Clay completed the circle by laying so that his once again hard cock was close to my wife's face. She eagerly took it in her mouth and began sucking on him. Clay took my member in his mouth and began licking the length of my cock.
I licked and probed at Susan's pussy, every now and then feeling Clay's teeth nip at my cock (which I took as twitches of the pleasure from whatever Ann was doing to him). His tongue roamed freely over my penis while my tongue roamed freely over Susan's clitoris.
With all of the moans and sighs going on in the room, it was apparent we were all close to orgasm. I think Ann came first. I came next, pumping jets of sperm into Clay's hungry mouth. Clay and Susan both came about the same time. Susan's come covered my face and I could hear Ann moaning as she sucked Clay's sperm.
We all lay there, spent. Finally, Ann said, "Ted, you should have birthdays more often."
"Perhaps we should start a tradition," Susan added. "We go out to dinner on each of our birthdays and then give the birthday girl..." she winked at Ann.
"Or boy," Clay chimed in, "a treat."
I protested, "But I really don't want to wait a month until..."
I paused. Everyone was looking at me across the table. I was sitting in the booth at dinner with my wife and our two friends from work.
"Wait a month until what, dear?" Ann asked.
"Oh, nothing," I said. "What were we talking about?"
"Going out for dessert later," Clay said.
"Oh," I answered, "good idea."
"Sorry," Ann said. "I've got a special birthday present." She leaned over and kissed me. Clay gave Susan a glance and a grin.
When we got home, Ann did give me the best birthday present. We made love—twice—on the living room floor.