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A Birthday Present
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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