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MY WIFE,HER GIRLFRIEND,AND A STRAP-ON DILDO- STORY
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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