Giving a Birthday Gift
I've been married to my husband John for more than a decade, and during that time he's definitely figured out what gets me excited. While there are various things that interest me, recently I've had this one fantasy that keeps playing in my mind over and over again. I can't get enough of cum, and I fantasize about being completely covered in it, soaking up the moans of men releasing their loads above me. John loves it when I'm on my knees, eyes locked with his, pleading for him to cover me in his warm essence. But I crave something more. And he knows it.
The night before my 36th birthday, John told me he had something special planned and to prepare myself. I took my time in the bathroom, returning every stray hair to its proper place and ensuring I was as presentable as possible. The next day, John fed me breakfast in bed and we spent the day engaged in small acts of tenderness - a walk in the park, a picnic in the sun, with a cake and wine, all with his hands exploring me. He teasingly cupped my buttocks and stroked my neck, making me shiver with longing. By dinner, my body was filled with fire and desire. When we sat down in a secluded grove to eat, I thought he might just take me right then and there, but instead he pressed his hard member against me, his voice low and husky. "No, darling, not yet. I don't want you exhausted before my surprise." Afraid of losing my focus, I clutched his head and pulled his lips to mine, molten desire filling my being.
When we got home, he commanded me to shower and clean myself up, all the while selecting something for me to wear. When I emerged from the bathroom, my leather pants and tank top complete with a mesh cover-up left nothing to the imagination. He'd even provided a box with a satin bow, filled with a butt plug. It featured fake gems that glimmered in the light, making me giggle. I lubricated it and inserted it into my body, enjoying the feeling of it in all the right places. Slipping into the clothing provided, I walked out to the living room, where John was waiting for me.
His impressive erection was clearly visible in his pants. Anticipation swelled in me, but instead of giving him the satisfaction of sucking and tasting his semen, he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Are you ready for dinner, my love?" he asked in a low, growling voice. I couldn't help but whimper at the anticipated pleasure.
While we were eating, I was more focused on the devilish plug causing sensitive sensations than the food. John's gaze mesmerized me and I could tell he was fully aware of the effect it was having. Finishing our meal, we left the restaurant and climbed into a taxi. To my shock, he didn't direct the driver to our home address. This piqued my curiosity, but I attempted to keep my cool as we arrived at an elegant downtown hotel. John led me into the bar, ordering us drinks and guiding me to a large booth. The scenery included a bustling dance floor, attended mostly by males - a reminder that many would be going home alone that night.
After a while, a muscular man with a carefully-kept beard approached and asked me to dance. I cast a sideways glance at John, who never dances, and he merely nodded. "Go and enjoy yourself! It's your night!" The man's body was like a bodybuilder's, a solid mass of muscle, and his jeans all but concealed his manliness. I found my mouth watering at the prospect... until I sensed something between him and John. Suddenly, irrelevant, I couldn't concentrate on the frivolous dance, but was instead eager for what John had planned.
The guy tugged me towards the dance floor and claimed my spot. I left my beverage on the side table and got into the vibe of things. The tunes were top-notch - a fusion of trance and house that's easy to groove to - and it didn't take long before I was wiggling my hips to the beat, eying the scrumptious specimen in front of me. He smirked and drew closer as the music slowed down, so I moved forward and nestled in his embrace. His massive paws meandered along my back and eventually alighted on my derriere. I jolted slightly, feeling the plug slide a teeny bit inside me. As the arousing sensations increased, I sensed another presence behind me. Somebody nudged up against me, shoved me against the man in front and obstructed his groping. I didn't recognize the culprit and by now, I didn't care. This was part of the surprise. Plus, I could make out John beyond the bustling sea of bodies, downing his drinks while maintaining a vague gaze on me. He would never allow anything to endanger me.
The mysterious figure grinded his erection against me and inspected my nipples with his palms. For someone from the dance floor, he knew exactly where to pull on my piercings. I had to clench my jaw to avoid a loud moan. When he continued to fondle, I understood I wouldn't be able to stifle the moaning. The guy in front of me intervened, locking his lips onto mine. The passionate exchange became a makeout session in no time. I'd never felt so eager in my life.
It's unclear how long we kept intertwined, moving our bodies and hands in time with the music as well as restraining me. In my dazed state, I overlooked everybody around me. The music transitioned into something more aggressive, and a barrage of thoughts filled my mind. Were these guys the surprise? Was I really going to end up with both of them?
I was torn from my thoughts by John. He'd downed his drink and now stood next to us on the dance floor, looking triumphant and dangling my untouched glass. The bearded man had taken his seat, and as I sat down next to him, he touched my leg under the table. John settled in the chair opposite me, and another, heavier man perched on my left. He sported a wide smile and started touching me without any hesitation. I concluded he must have been from the dance floor.
We ordered more beverages, and the guys introduced themselves. Chris was bearded, Andy clean-shaven. John did most of the talking and, preoccupied with the touchy-feely stuff under the table, I couldn't keep up with their conversation. Chris queried John about inviting their mates.
"Sure," John replied. "The more, the merrier!"
A few minutes later, four more hunks made their way over to join us. Lake was a big dude with a shiny pate, Tim had freckled skin and luscious dreadlocks, Derry looked divine in an all-leather outfit, and this Andy dude was proudly showing off his harness under his tight top. They were a visual treat, and because they seemed so at ease with John, it was clear my hubby'd been here before.
The available seats were crowded, so Derry suggested we head up to the room. They dragged me towards the elevator, where we all struggled to fit in. The cramped space made my head spin, inundating me with the sensation of the guys' bodies against mine. Once we left, John produced a keycard and opened the door to an enormous, luxurious space. The first sight was a seating area boasting a couch and two leather armchairs, flanking a television and a minibar. On the table stood a bottle of champagne and a tray of glasses. I peeked out the window and saw a balcony and the glitter of city lights beaming up at me from the dark.
Lake poured the champagne and Andy fiddled with the stereo, swiftly turning some music on. More of the same - the dark stuff from earlier, with sex-infused tracks that made me want more. I began swaying my body and soon, the men swarmed me, moving to the music and caressing any exposed skin they could find. My mesh shirt got jerked off my head and disappeared in an instant, as did my tank top. I convulsed as the fingers decided to torture my nipples, yanking and fondling my pierced ones. The aching pain intermixed with pleasure and set me shivering.
I couldn't help it. I needed them all so badly, I just couldn't hold back my excitement. I grabbed hold of someone's shirt, tugging urgently, trying to rip it off. One by one, they all discarded their clothes, revealing their impressive bodies - all strong, hairy, and muscular. They smelled like sweat and cologne - a combination that screamed masculinity. My husband sat back in one of the leather chairs, sipping from a glass, seemingly enjoying the view as he casually rubbed the bulge in his pants.
Once the first man, I think it was Chris, was down to his underwear, he got behind me and went back to fondling my nipples. I leaned into him, loving the sensation of his hands on me, and his heavy breathing against my neck. The plug was digging deep into my ass as I pushed against him. Another pair of hands began working on the buckle of my leather pants, soon stripping me down to nothing. Most of them had kept their underwear on, but it seemed more like they weren't ready for too much touching yet rather than any embarrassment. My husband had made a great choice - they had nothing to be ashamed of. Their lengths were all notable, and the variety turned me on immensely.
As my pants fell to the floor, I heard my husband over the music, "You guys need to step it up. He wants it rough and hard, use him like the little slut he is and he'll beg for more!" It was true; I wanted to be used by these men - all of them. I felt a push against my shoulders, and immediately found myself on my knees. There were so many large dicks in front of me, and I couldn't help but lean in and run my lips along them. Someone caught my hand and placed it on someone else's dick, and then they were all thrusting into my mouth. My body was filled with the smells and sounds of arousal, the air filling with the scent of sex. A hand roughly pushed the back of my head, and I felt one of the guys slam his dick into my throat. I tried to moan around him, but my moans were muffled by the giant cock in my mouth.
Each of them took their turn fucking my face, urging me to taste them. I was so caught up in this bizarrely wonderful experience that I was completely disconnected from myself. I wanted more and more and more. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a strange sensation - the guy currently in my mouth was using both his hands on my head to maintain the pace, as someone was playing with the plug in my ass. A sudden, forceful tug on the plug, and it was gone - leaving a hollow feeling in its wake. Immediately, I felt a rough tongue slipping from the base of my balls up to my asshole.
The tonguing intensified as the others continued to have me suck them. It wasn't long before the licking stopped, and I was slapped on the ass as someone commanded, "Get up, whore!" I struggled to comply, my legs too weak to support me. Someone stepped in to help me, making sure I could stand. Before my kinks eyes, I saw John holding a glass of champagne to my lips. I eagerly drank it, grateful for the cool liquid in my throat. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Ready for the next thing, baby?"
I nodded, eagerly, so much so that the others started laughing among themselves. They teased me enthusiastically about how horny I must be. As I finished the drink and passed the glass back, I was guided towards the bed. I lay down on my back, and someone was pushing my legs apart. I felt a cool sensation on my asshole - lube. I knew what was coming next - a massive dick was going to enter my ass. The plug and the rimming made it easy, however massive this cock felt. The moment it entered, I was flooded with relief and arousal.
I drank in the taste of masculinity as I was stretched to my limit. And then, another guy took his turn, and another. By the time the last one took his place, I was exhausted, but my body was not tired enough to stop me from moaning as my hole filled up with their cum.
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As I groaned and grunted, feeling a body push itself entirely within me, I opened my eyes. It was Chris, the one who had first drawn me to the dance floor. He now dominated my rear passage. His features were sinister as he began to thrust. My mind was scattered as I only perceived his gigantic phallus stretching my ass apart. Someone offered me more poppers and an additional phallus was jammed in my mouth – a spitting roast was in full swing. The two men going in and out of me seemed to have been trained for this as they easily found a rhythm, with me trapped in the middle, attempting to relax my throat and ass.
Chris was the first to cum. His body became rigid and his penis bloated inside me, as he instinctively pushed in further with every contraction. My eyes shut as I watched Chris's face contort in pleasure and his incredible penetration caused my body to tremble spasmodically. He groaned with each shot into my ass, three times, and I followed suit, my vision blurred by ecstasy as I witnessed an explosion of stars. I screamed with my throat full, my body writhing out of control. Chris's heavy weight collapsed on top of me as he breathed laboriously, his mouth near his friend's penis.
As the first shot popped, I was unsure whom I was being pegged from. The man in my mouth fired his load, splattering it over my face before ejecting himself completely. All I was able to sense was the impending tsunami of seed. I savored the taste and relished the warmth spreading through my torso as I consumed his excess, my throat working furiously to swallow as much as I could. Next, I was on hands and knees, with a man at each end forcanaging. I cannot distinguish which one at this point; their dicks alternated entrance into my ass and mouth, thrusting in and out with deadly accuracy. I was bathed in semen from chest to feet, with the other occupants firing their loads everywhere they could reach. My anus burned from the intense penetration, and each ejaculation pushed more jizz from the top to the bottom. I thrashed with ecstasy, screaming and moaning in pleasure, welcoming the repeated invasions.
The men started to remove themselves and left, leaving me hollow and hopeless. My vision was hazed by the combined sweat and cum when I recognized one of the last ones departing. This was John. He had kept my head upright and pressed the popper bottle to my nose; I inhaled, losing connection with reality. My mind was a forest of potent wood. He displaced someone, his hand twisting in my hair, keeping me looking forward. I breathed in with John as his peers erupted spontaneously. My body shuddered, hopelessly carried on my knees, supporting my weight.
As my vision grew foggier, my husband parted the men. He bowed my head back and intruded my hair. In my mind, I felt a wave of relaxation. The last beams of the party scene merging into an afterglow. I saw him, standing above me. "You've been a very respectable whore, taking in an overabundance of seed. Your ass and throat must be beyond injury from being used for pleasure," he growled, and I sighed as I came again. My mind entered blissful oblivion.
I awoke to an empty room, just the scent of semen around me. My beloved husband knelt beside me with a soft kiss. "Four more loads," he said before unzipping his trousers. Cradling me closely, he pushed his phallus into my mouth. I hummed, seeming to approve as he moaned and disconnected, leaving a sticky flow dripping from his penis.
"A successful birthday," he told me, and I grinned, embracing sleep. "You've been a great boy." And he left in the dark. I welcomed the void.
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