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A Birthday Present

by InYourDreams ©

Jane looked out of the window as the guests arrived. How could that shit of a
husband of hers ruin her birthday party like this. OK so things had not being
going too well between them recently. He always seemed to be so threatened by
everything. But fancy going to some cheap hooker! Here he was spending her money
on some cheap tart and the stupid bastard hadn't even been discreet. And now she
had to face the disgrace - someone had seen him entering this whorehouse and now
God knows which of these guests knew the story, probably all of them by now. She
could not forgive him for ruining her party like this, and she certainly wasn't
going to let him get away with seeing a cheap slut on the side. If threatened he
was, then after today he would be even worse. He was going to pay dearly for
that indiscretion.

She moved downstairs to greet the guests. It was a large house she lived in, and
she could afford to hold big parties. She was wearing a short cotton skirt and a
sleeveless satin top - a little something she had seen and fancied in Paris. The
top was shaped to draw in around her waist and made her breasts prominent. The
thin fabric of her skirt accentuated her bottom and its short length showed off
her legs to good effect. She was going to find someone at this party with whom
she would flirt outrageously, right in front of her husband and everybody else.
She would show him that she didn't need him. With her looks and her money she
could have anyone she wanted. She did not have to put up with his behaviour, and
he was about to find that out.

She went around the guests and chatted all the time looking for an eligible man
to lure. It was becoming quite frustrating as she couldn't escape from all the
relatives coming to wish her a happy birthday. She saw people she wanted to talk
to, but somehow couldn't manage to get to them without being waylaid by people
she didn't particularly want to talk with, but they were family. As they talked
she drank more and was feeling a little better, perhaps slightly tipsy. Suddenly
Miles came over with her uncle Graeme.

"Don't you think you should ease off the drink darling?"

She looked at him and realised that a quarrel was about to ensue.

"This is my birthday party, and I don't need your permission to drink
whatever I like!"

They argued a little while Graeme stood back. He felt a bit out of place in a
domestic quarrel, but knew about Miles' little escapade and realised that Jane
must be upset.

She didn't realise it, but as she talked she had moved ever so slightly round so
that Graeme could see her in profile and by leaning forward she emphasised her
ass. Graeme sipped his wine. What was she playing at, he thought. He had to
admire her figure though, she looked really good in that outfit which emphasised
the slimness of her waist. He focused on the curve of her back as it swept down
to her behind. That curve was so sensual he couldn't help but imagine his hand
running over the rippling fabric of her thin skirt to rest on the cheeks of that
ass. He had always fancied his niece Jane and could not comprehend what she ever
saw in that jerk she had married. Suddenly he caught Jane turning to his
direction and looking over her shoulder. She turned back and continued her
conversation but in a minute she gave a furtive glance once again in his
direction.

"Well many happy returns Jane. I don't think it matters to have a few drinks on
your birthday Miles. Leave the girl alone."

He looked her in the eye as he spoke and she was looking straight back at him.
The drowsiness of the sunshine and the alcohol made her want to curl up in his
arms. What were these thoughts running through her head, yet she felt a tingle
of excitement as she looked into his hazel eyes. He was always smartly dressed
and very self-assured. She almost didn't hear her husband say that he was
leaving her in Graeme's good hands as he went off to talk business with someone.

"You know I don't get to see enough of you. What hold does that husband of yours
have over you?"

"Oh you know how it is Graeme, always too much to do in a day. No wife yet? How
is it a good looking guy like you manages to escape getting hitched?"

She knew he had always fancied her and yet as her father's younger brother, she
should not be contemplating such thoughts that were running continuously
through her head.

"No I guess I have never found the time to start a serious relationship with
anyone. Perhaps I have been missing out?"

She smelt the tang of his after-shave and looked at the clean line of his jaw.
She felt the challenge of showing this man there was more to life than his work.

"Lets walk round the garden, but go fetch a bottle of champagne." She smiled and
gave him a longing look as she walked off across the lawn. As she walked across
the lawn she could feel his eyes upon her and she felt her walk exaggerate the
sway of her hips ever so slightly. He smiled as he watched her walk off. He was
certainly interested in her and it seemed that Miles' indiscretion may have
opened her eyes to other opportunities too. He contemplated his next move. This
was proving a very interesting party after all. He wandered over to the table
where the food and drinks were piled and collected a bottle of champagne and two
glasses. He crossed the patio and followed her across the lawn, keeping his eyes
upon her. He felt sure she knew exactly where he was as she went behind some
large rhododendron bushes. He circled round behind them and emerged in front of
her. He held up the bottle and glasses and nodded his head towards the bench
that was well hidden by the bushes and away from the party.

As Jane approached he noticed a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. He was looking
her up and down. His eyes roved over her breasts and waist encased in that fine
top. He could feel the sensation of his hands on that silk and the warmth coming
through from the body beneath. He looked at her hips and felt the flatness of
her stomach. He imagined his hands reaching round and cupping the cheeks of her
ass. He could feel the pressure of her body as he pulled her towards him. He
could see those rose coloured lips part as they kissed.

Jane watched him with that silly grin on his face. She felt light headed from
the alcohol and the attention she was getting from Graeme. She felt the fabric
of her clothes glide back and forth across her skin as she walked towards him,
and imagined they were his hands upon her. She could feel his eyes roving over
her body. She wanted to feel his arms around her, holding her tight, dragging
her in towards him. She wanted to feel his urgency as his lips sought out hers
that she knew already would not deny him for a moment. They embraced and she
could feel the small bulge in his pants as he pressed himself next to her and
kissed her. She looked into his eyes as he withdrew and their eyes exchanged a
whole conversation. She knew that they had crossed a Rubicon and she wanted him
as much as she could read the desire in his eyes. He slipped his arm around her
waist and guided her to a bench.

They sat among the shrubbery and even the smell of nature on that hot summer
afternoon aroused her to passion. He kissed her again, but this time full on her
lips. She opened her mouth and allowed him to invade her. Her arms hung limply
by her sides as she felt his hand catch her thigh and slide up and down them. It
sent shivers up her spine and she sucked in his tongue in an effort to do this
right. She felt the passion and excitement. The conquest. The pay back of her
husband. The lust she aroused in her uncle Graeme. She felt a complete woman
once again. Desirable and in need of the attention of someone who would treat
her as special. She felt his strength through the thin fabric and she melted.

She sat half turned towards him as they kissed. His hand had now slipped up
under her skirt and squeezed one cheek of her ass. It felt the perfect globe
that he had long fantasised about. Holding her from behind with his other arm he
drew her towards him and impaled her mouth on his tongue. She was one hot lady,
he thought, and as their bodies pressed together he was determined she would
have a birthday present never to be forgotten. Effortlessly he lifted her and
swung her over his legs and she sat astride him with her legs stretched out by
his open thighs. He could catch a glimpse of her satin panties under the short
skirt, which had ridden up her thigh. Her thighs were smooth to the touch and
looked flawless. They seemed to be runways guiding him to her very core, the
spot he was aiming for. He clasped his arms around her waist and drew her
towards him, so that her breasts beat against his chest as he rocked her back
and forward over the growing bulge in his pants. He could feel her whimper
slightly as her clitoris knocked against him as she was swayed back and forth.
Their tongues entwined again. He lifted his hands and slid them under her top
from the waist until they reached her bra. He pushed the bra upwards over her
breasts as they sprang free. His hands moulded themselves around her globes and
now she was riding him of her own accord. She could hear her panting as her
breaths came shallower and shallower. He suddenly stopped before she got too
far, and lifted her up so that she was standing in front of him. He lifted her
skirt and grabbed hold of her panties on either hip and with one forceful
action, pulled her panties off. Her skirt fell to cover her naked loins and just
at that moment someone stepped out from round the bush they were sitting behind.

He too was a handsome man, about 30 years old with short curly black hair. He
seemed surprised as he turned and saw them. Graeme was still holding her panties
in his hand. Jane turned and saw the stranger and immediately fled back towards
the house. She was horrified to think that someone had caught her. That was not
part of her plan at all. She was to spread the rumour, and have total control
over the story. Now this ape had stumbled in on them and she had missed out both
on the orgasm, and the confidentiality of her story!

"Hi, I'm Jack" he said holding out his hand to Graeme. Graeme quickly recovered
and buried the panties inside his pocket. He was resentful at the interruption,
but there would be other opportunities, perhaps later in the day. He reached up:
"Hi. My name is Graeme" he replied taking Jack's hand. There was a smile in his
eyes as he looked at Jack, as much as to say, well you know how it is when a
beautiful woman cannot say no to you.

"Nice girl our Jane, don't you think", Jack said watching her fleeing towards
the house. "I think its terrible what Miles has done. With such a lovely wife as
that why should he need to seek out some old pro? She must be feeling quite
vulnerable now."

He turned and looked Graeme straight in the eye who blushed and felt
reprimanded. This guy had turned his feelings of passion into feelings of
discomfort. She was his niece, what had he been thinking of. He thought of the
people at the party and imagined some of them finding him with Jane in that
compromising position.

"I..I'm sorry. I have to get back to the house. Ehhm.. You wont mention any of
this to the other guests will you? It was just a little harmless fun."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, but I would keep away from her during
the party today. Others will have seen you two heading out here together, and
you don't want to fuel that fire any more, now do you."

Jack sauntered back to the house where the party was going in full swing. He
went in and met the husband Miles.

"Who are you?" he said, somewhat over aggressively.

"My name is Jack. I'm a friend of your wife's. We met when she was in Paris for
some shopping and got on well together."

"I don't remember her mentioning you."

"No well I don't suppose she tells you all her little secrets now do you Miles?"
and with that he moved off among the guests. Miles watched him as he went,
somewhat taken aback at the implied infidelity of his wife. He thought again of
his trip to that whore and started to feel that instead of seeking solace
elsewhere, perhaps he should be more concerned about his wife. If she left him
it would be a disaster.

As Jack moved through the party he caught sight of Jane and went over to her.
She was talking with one of the guests and facing away from him as he
approached. He went up and kissed her bare shoulder and said, "Happy birthday
Jane". With that he swung round his arm and presented her with a box. She
turned to look at him, her face full of happiness that someone should surprise
her with a gift. As soon as she saw who it was, her face dropped and she felt a
sickness well up inside her stomach. The colour started to rise in her face. Of
all the people, this was the one person she never wanted to see again. Yet she
could not afford to anger this stranger as he had witnessed what had happened
out in the garden.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

She tried to sound warm and welcoming, and to bury the thoughts of desperation
that were running through her mind.

"No. I saw your picture in one of those gossip magazines, and decided I wanted
to meet you."

"Well, don't you think you are gate-crashing my party?"

As she looked at him she felt a little tingle run through her. Here was someone
who had walked in as bold as anything into her party just to meet with her, and
in spite of all the people around her that she knew so well, here indeed she was
talking with him. She knew nothing about him, yet he knew about her from that
interview some months back and now he knew a dark secret that she wanted kept
from all these people who surrounded them. In spite of being in her own home
surrounded by her friends and family, she suddenly felt very exposed and unsafe.
She was not sure whether she felt afraid by this thought, or excited. He was
very handsome and was clearly a man who took what he wanted rather than wait for
it to land on his lap. After the foreplay in the garden she actually felt
aroused talking with this stranger, and very, very vulnerable. Already he knew
too much about her, and so had some sort of hold over her. Did he realise that?
Would he use it?

"Well, aren't you going to open your present?"

She pulled at the ribbon on the box and lifted the lid slightly to peer inside.
She caught her breath with a sharp intake when she saw what was inside. To her
amazement, this stranger had walked in to her home and in front of her husband
given her a present which consisted of a pair of bright red love balls
connected together by a string, there was a large tube of lubricant and some
rubber panties.

"Try them on." She looked up at him.

"Who the fuck do your think you are, coming in here and presenting me with
something like this? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"Well, from what I saw in the garden out there, it seemed it was entirely
appropriate"

He was cool and didn't seem at all deterred by her aggression.

"Look at it this way Jane. I am not asking to screw you. All I'm asking is that
you put these things on in the privacy of your bathroom and then wear them
during the party. It would just please me to know that you like my present."

"I am not going to wear this now or any other time. Just get out of my house!"

"I'm sorry you take that tone, darling. After making this special trip to
deliver it by hand and all. Well, if you are kicking me out after what I've
done, I'd better go and have a word with Miles and some of your other dear
relatives about what you've been up to with Graeme in the garden!"

"No wait! You wouldn't do that. That is just our little secret. Anyway, we
didn't get up to anything." "Well lets just see what everyone thinks. Don't
forget, your uncle Graeme still has those nice little knickers of yours in his
pocket. That isn't going to look too good now is it? All I'm asking is that we
share this little secret between the two of us, OK?"

She hesitated Her heart sank at the prospect. She could not bring herself to
agree, yet the consequences if he blurted out her adventure in the garden were
too appalling to contemplate. Besides, although she could not admit it, a part
of her was extremely excited by the idea that this strange man could walk into
her house and make her insert love balls up her cunt and walk around with them
on. She didn't actually have to fuck the guy to keep his silence and she would
be quite safe, after all who would know? If this was the price for his silence,
it didn't seem too bad. She agreed once he promised not to mention the scene on
the garden bench.

As she sat on the toilet and stared at the balls, she realised that she had
never done anything like this before. She felt incredibly turned on, knowing
that this little fantasy would be so private and yet so public at the same time.
She was already stimulated from Graeme's administrations in the garden, and now
she felt positively horny. She felt her lips down there and they were already
moist, ready for something to be pushed up between them. She squeezed the tube
of lubricant and placed a liberal dose over her cunt lips. She rubbed her
fingers round, and the sound made by the lubricant and its coolness on her hot
lips made her feel more and more excited. The box with the balls lay on her lap
as she spread her legs and delved into her little cleft with her fingers. The
slurping noise of the lubricant, the ease with which they slipped in and out of
her, just catching her clitoris as she almost totally removed them, just
stopping to plunge them back in again. She was moaning now and threw her head
back. Her hips were now thrust forward as she pummelled her cunt with 3 fingers.
In and out, in and out she was rapidly reaching orgasm. As she came, her whole
body shook violently. A pained expression crossed her face as she stopped
herself from screaming out in her ecstasy. What was it about this situation that
excited her so much? She had never acted like this before. Was it the fact that
this man was a stranger? Was it the danger of not knowing what would happen
next? She sat and stared at the love balls. Did she need to actually insert the
balls? How would he know if she just lied? Somehow she knew that he would find a
way to check, and she didn't want to risk upsetting him any more. She had too
much to lose.

The first ball was the hardest. Her cunt lips had never had to accommodate
anything this large before and it was a struggle to pass it in. As she pushed,
the lubricant was now very fluid and the ball slipped across her cunt several
times before she managed to push it in. There was a delightful little pain as
she rammed it in and her finger pushed inside to make sure it was entirely home.
After that, the second ball was a lot easier. She pulled on the rubber panties.
There was a little box of talcum powder in the box. She dusted the panties and
tried to pull them up over her legs. They pinched and grabbed at her legs as she
raised them, but when they were just a few inches below her cunt she realised
that they were too small! What was she going to do? She thought about not
wearing them, but these balls were heavy and if they should fall out while she
was out there, then she would die of embarrassment. No she needed some panties
to hold them in, and she couldn't risk going to get another pair of hers as she
may meet someone and be unable to get back to the safety of her toilet. Panic
gripped her and with it a surge of excitement. She pulled furiously at the
panties and little by little they pinched and squeezed her flesh until finally
she felt it like a hand cupping her, and holding the love balls in place. She
was feeling quite hot and sweaty after all these exertions, and washed herself
off after restoring her.

She walked across the room and it was a queer sensation, the love balls moving
inside her as she walked. She found that no matter how hard she tried, she
always walked a little as though her thighs were tied together. Some people
spoke to her as she crossed the room towards this strange man. He was watching
her every step of the way, and smiling.


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