It’s my 27th birthday. The cake has been cut, the party’s over, my friends and family have gone home, and Mr._C. and I are finally alone. The phone has been ringing off the hook all day with birthday wishes from out-of-town loved ones and distant relatives. Now the house is finally quiet.
It’s a crisp October evening. The leaves began changing colors weeks ago. This is my favorite time of year. I can cozy up with Mr._C. by the fireplace and just watch the logs on the fire crackle and give off sparks. I get to wear jeans with comfortable, oversized sweaters again. For my birthday I had chosen my sexiest pair of jeans – the ones that hug my hips and legs in all the right places – a purple V-neck sweater that showed just the right amount of cleavage to make me feel sexy but not too much cleavage that the top was inappropriate for a family gathering, and a comfortable pair of sneakers. My auburn hair is up in a loose ponytail as it typically is every day.
The air is chilly but not cold. As Mr._C. and I stand on the porch waving goodbye to the last of our guests, I feel a slight chill run down my spine as a cool breeze brushes past us. We return to the warmth of the living room, but for a few moments, I’m still a bit chilled, and my nipples are slightly stiff from the chill evening air.
Mr._C. gives me a smile and leans in to kiss me tenderly on the lips. He smells like fresh air and firewood, and I could just melt into his arms. But he pulls away from our sweet kiss.
“Your birthday isn’t quite over yet, and I have one more present for you,” he says, with an air of mystery and a barely noticeable drop in the deep pitch of his voice.
“You’re so good to me,” I coo softly, and he takes my hand and leads me upstairs. I’m thinking I’m in for birthday sex at last. I’ve been waiting for it all day in a heightened state of arousal since this morning. Every slight touch from Mr._C. has sent a shock through my body and straight to my erogenous zones. Without his even knowing it, he has kept me in a state of anticipation with his gazes all day.
He leads me into our bedroom. On the floor next to the bed, I see a humongous box all wrapped in yellow paper and on top of the box is tied a bright blue bow. I look at Mr._C. and raise my eyebrows inquisitively.
“For me?” I ask sweetly, knowing that the giant gift could be for no one else.
“Open it,” he coaxes me. “I think you’ll like it.”
I quickly untie the blue ribbon and tear open the yellow paper. Removing the top of the box, I’m wondering where Mr._C. found such a huge box when to my shock and surprise a man stands up and steps out of the box. He's about the same height as Mr._C. but trimmer, has light brown hair and blue eyes, and is wearing a pair of perfectly ass-hugging – but not too-tight – jeans. He has on no shirt or shoes, and he's very attractive. He just stares at me, moving his eyes down my body from my eyes and face to my breasts over my waist to my ass and thighs and back up. I look to Mr._C. and feel unsure about this “present.” He approaches me and speaks in a friendly voice.
“Hi, Miss_C., I’m Bob. Happy birthday,” he says, adding suggestively, “a very happy birthday,” as his eyes move over my body a second time. He's bold to undress me with his eyes in front of Mr._C. Mr._C. comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist before giving my left earlobe a nibble and whispering in my ear.
“I have a feeling we’re both going to enjoy this,” I hear.
I’m dumbfounded. I mean, Mr._C. and I had talked about having a threesome several times in after-sex pillow talk conversations, but I had never imagined that either of us was serious – especially about bringing in another man. Mr._C. was not the type to feel comfortable with sharing me with someone else or with being around another man naked in this kind of sexual atmosphere. But here we stood. I take a step toward him, leaving Mr._C.’s embrace.
“Hi, um, Bob,” I manage. Both he and Mr._C. can see I’m a little flustered and exchange a glance. I see Mr._C. nod once to him out of the corner of my eye, and before I know it’s happening, he has his arms around me and is kissing me deeply and very passionately. His lips are warm and soft, and his arms are strong as he holds me close to his bare chest and presses his mouth against mine. A small gasp escapes me, but my eyes instinctively close, and I kiss him back, parting my lips slightly and running my palms over his chest and around the back of his neck. His hands move over my waist and underneath the bottom of my sweater, and his fingertips press into my hips. I run my fingers through his hair, which is shorter than Mr._C.’s.
But still long enough for me to tug on, I think. I’m surprised at myself. Did I really just think that?
He breaks the kiss and takes me by the hand to the bed. A large mirror hangs opposite the bed, and the room is tastefully but sparsely decorated. He sits me at the edge of the bed and sits next to me, leaning in and brushing his lips over my cheek and down to the left side of my neck, his breath hot in my ear and against my skin. My heart is beating rapidly.
Mr._C. has taken a chair against the wall upon which the mirror is mounted and rests his back against the back of the chair, sitting comfortably with his feet and knees apart and his arms and hands resting on the arms of the chair.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe this isn’t going to be a threesome, I think. Is he really just going to watch this man enjoy my body without participating?
Bob's left hand is on my stomach, sliding slowly upward underneath my sweater. His mouth is on my neck, licking and sucking gently, his hot, wet tongue sliding over my skin. His left hand cups my right breast, and through the fabric of my red silk bra my nipple stiffens under his palm.
“Mm…,” I sigh.
He massages my breast before lifting my sweater over my head and removing it. He tosses the balled-up top across the room to Mr._C. He’s still sitting in the chair against the wall and watching Bob and I.
And is he smiling?
He stands up and turns to face me, his back to Mr._C. I look up into his eyes and then glance past him at Mr._C. one last time. He doesn’t stir from his chair. Instead, he raises his eyebrows once swiftly with the sly smile still playing on his lips. My eyes meet Bob's, and my full attention is now on him. I reach for his jeans, unbutton them, carefully and slowly slide down the zipper, and use my thumbs to shimmy them down off his hips. He's wearing red boxer briefs. They match my bra and panties.
Hmm, very promising, I think as my gaze lingers on Bob's package. The outline of his cock in his tight boxer briefs is enticing. Lust briefly flashes in my eyes as my pupils dilate slightly.
He kneels on the floor in front of the bed between my legs and begins to kiss, lick, and suck his way up my stomach to my cleavage. My large breasts are suspended in the cups of my bra. Using his hands, Bob slides the straps off my shoulders and folds the cups down, allowing my breasts to spill out. He cups both breasts with his hands and massages them, my nipples tightening and becoming rigid as they respond to his touch. He wastes no time taking my right nipple between his lips and sucking slowly and powerfully.
“Ohhh…,” I whimper. I watch Bob's tongue dance around my nipple and feel his breath against my skin. “Bob, your tongue feels so good.” He nibbles me gently with his teeth and tugs on my nipple before releasing me. He looks up at me and licks his lips. I lean down and kiss him, thrusting my tongue between his lips as my hands move underneath him and clutch his ass. I pull him to his feet as I stand up. I turn away from him, face the bed, and bend over, pressing my ass against him before facing him again and dropping to my knees on the floor in front of him. His cock is half hard and starts to bulge against the fabric of the boxer briefs. I can’t take much more of this teasing. I must see my present now.
I slide Bob's boxer briefs down and release his growing cock. A final surprise awaits me. There is a thin blue ribbon tied in a bow around the base of his shaft. The ribbon matches the blue ribbon from the huge box that contained him.
Such a delicate cock ring.
I decide to leave it on him. I kiss and nibble my way up his left inner thigh. My cheek brushes against his cock as I reach the top and move to the other side to lick my way back down to his right knee. My hands run up the backs of his thighs, and my fingertips massage and caress his ass as I return to his cock. He's a little bit harder than before. He has exceptional control.
I lick the underside of Bob's cock with the flat of my tongue like I’d lick the spoon after eating a bowl of ice cream. I rub his dick across my top lip and then my bottom lip and then put my lips together and hum against his swelling head.
“Ooohh, Miss_C.,” I hear from above me. Then, I hear another noise.
I turn my head to see Mr._C. unzipping his pants. His right hand disappears into his pants, and he begins to rub up and down the length of his expanding cock. He’s watching me intently. I take Bob's cock head into my mouth. My tongue is warm and wet against his shaft, and I tease his glans a bit before sliding another inch of him and then another into my mouth. His dick continues to swell and fills my mouth until its head is pressing into my throat. I open my mouth wider to take him in and then begin to bob my head up and down on his stiff erection. Mr._C. pulls his hard cock from his pants and begins to stroke himself as he watches me sucking Bob off. My right hand cups Bob's soft, warm balls and massages them as I continue to bob on his dick.
“That’s it, baby,” Mr._C. encourages me from his chair as he continues sliding his fingers up and down his cock. “Just like that.” His head falls back for just a second or two, his eyes closing only briefly. He doesn’t want to miss any part of the seduction happening in front of him.
“Oh, yeah, Miss_C.,” Bob encourages me with a growl. “Suck my thick cock. Your mouth feels so good. I love watching your lips stretch over my fat cock.”
Mr._C.’s cock is rock hard. He’s groaning deeply with every stroke. He thought he might be able to hold out and stay out of it, but he can’t just let Bob and I have all the fun. He leaves his chair and crosses the room, stopping and standing behind me. He watches from this closer vantage point before telling me what he wants me to do.
“Yeah, baby, don’t stop sucking Bob’s big cock,” he says. Then, he grabs my hips and pulls me up onto all fours on the floor. Bob kneels to keep his cock in my mouth. Reaching around my waist, Mr._C. unbuttons and unzips my jeans and tugs them down over my curvy hips. He pulls them off me and tosses them to the side. He rubs his palms over my ass before planting a solid SMACK on my right ass cheek with his open palm. A muffled yelp escapes me over Bob's rigid cock. Mr._C. spreads my legs wider. He lies on the floor on his back and slides underneath me between my thighs. My wet pussy hovers over his face. Gripping my ass to pull me toward him, he puts his mouth on me and begins to lick me through my panties. I moan, but the sound is muffled by Bob's dick. I’m wet already, but as Mr._C. licks up and down my slit through my panties my pussy starts to drip. Having two cocks to play with is making me hotter than I ever thought it would. Mr._C. removes my panties. They’re soaked with my juices. He tastes me. Watching Mr._C. eat my pussy and hearing my cries of pleasure, muffled by Bob's cock, are enough to push Bob over the edge.
“Ooohhhhhh, fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groans.
“Do it, Bob,” Mr._C. barks. “Stuff your cock down her throat and make this little cock slut swallow every drop of your cum.” He smacks my ass with his open hand, and I let out a muffled cry. Bob buries his cock head and thick shaft and shoots streams of cum into my throat. I swallow every last drop. As his cock leaves my mouth, I look up at him. Our eyes lock, and I lick my lips and smile.
“You taste so good, Bob,” I purr. Then, Mr._C. addresses him again.
“Mm, Bob, her pussy tastes so sweet,” he tells him. Mr._C. offers me to Bob as casually as he’d offer a guest a beer. “Want a taste?”
“Oh, fuck, yes, I want a taste of that sweet little cunt,” he accepts Mr._C.’s offer. Mr._C. moves out from underneath me to allow Bob to slide into the space he occupied on his back on the floor between my thighs, and his tongue is replaced by Bob's. He laps the juices from my pussy with long, slow licks between short flicks of his tongue over my swollen, hard clit. Each time Bob flicks over my clit, I cry out with pleasure.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Mr._C. asks me.
“Mmmm hmmm,” I moan. “Ooohhh, yeeaahhh…”
Mr._C. still kneels on the floor to my right. He kisses down my back and over my round ass before using his hands to spread my ass cheeks wider and pressing his tongue against my asshole. My body jumps at the sensation of both Bob's tongue and Mr._C.’s tantalizing me.
“Oh, God, oh, yes, yes, yes,” I squeal as Bob and Mr._C. lick me faster. Bob plunges his tongue inside me and fucks me with his tongue. My muscles begin to tighten. A few more licks and I’m going to cum.
“Oohhh, yeeahh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I’m repeating. “Please don’t stop. You’re going to make me cum!”
“Do it, baby,” Mr._C. orders me. “Cum all over Bob’s face, baby. Drench him with your cum.”
As if they were waiting for permission, my muscles spasm and squeeze. My climax is powerful, and I cry out loudly, screaming both Mr._C.’s name and Bob's as my orgasm takes control of my body. My juices gush from my hot pussy, and Bob laps up every drop until my orgasm subsides. I’m panting, and my body is trembling.
“Get on the bed,” Mr._C. says to Bob, and Mr._C. helps me up off the floor. Bob sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his legs slightly. His cock is already half hard again and begins to stand up between his legs. He strokes himself as I watch his hand slide up and down his length with desire in my eyes.
My eyes follow the moving hand as Mr._C. stands behind me, his rock hard cock pressing into my ass. He reaches around to the front of my body and cups both of my breasts in his hands. He holds me against him and squeezes my tits and then rolls my tight, pink nipples between the pads of his fingertips.
“Oh, baby,” I sigh, my head dropping back, my neck exposed, as I reach down and behind me and wrap my fingers around Mr._C.’s rigid shaft. Mr._C. grabs my right shoulder with his right hand and pushes me down into a bent over position. I move my hand between my thighs and grip Mr._C. again, massaging his balls. I rub his cock against my clit in small circles and moan. Then, I position his head at the opening of my slick pussy.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet,” Mr._C. groans. “You want me to fuck your tight, aching cunt?”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I press back into Mr._C. with my hips, his cock spreading open my dripping pussy lips and his throbbing head easing inside me, guided by my fingers. I gasp as he fills my pussy with his girth. He grips my hips, and his fingertips sink into my flesh as he aggressively takes control and thrusts his cock into my pussy with hard strokes.
“Ooohhh, fucckk, babbyyy,” I moan as he pounds his dick into me.
Bob watches and continues to stroke his member, which is now hard again. Its purple head swells and drips with pre-cum. The thick, clear drop glistens at the tip. My eyes are locked on that delicious drop as Mr._C. fucks me, my arousal beginning to drip down the insides of my thighs. I lick my lips as I stare at Bob's erection and watch him running his hand up and down over his plump dick. That tempting drop grows larger and sits – teasing me – at the tip of his cock.
SMACKA rough, open-handed spank on my ass snaps me back to the moment. I yelp at the sting of the spanking, but the pain feels so good. I’m so hot and horny.
Bob stands and walks toward me, stopping right in front of me. I’m still bent over at the waist with Mr._C.’s cock filling my pussy as my muscles tighten and squeeze snugly around him. Bob's cock still dripping pre-cum, he grab the base of my ponytail in his strong grip. His cock is inches from my face.
“Oohhh, God, Mr._C., fuck my tight pussy. Make me cum, baby,” I’m moaning as Bob slowly brings his shining cock head closer to my lips.
SMACKMr._C. spanks my ass again, and again I yelp from the impact of his palm. With Bob's cock right in front of me, I can’t hold back any longer. I stick out my tongue and lap the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his dick with my tongue flat. I lick my lips before he slides his cock into my eager mouth, pushing it deep into my throat. He holds my ponytail to keep my head still as he fucks my throat with his hot cock. I gag as his manhood hits the back of my throat between gasps of pleasure as Mr._C. spreads my ass cheeks with his hands and presses a finger against my asshole. He teases me, rubbing small circles around my asshole with his finger, rimming me with his fingertip.
“Mmm mmm mmmmm mmmm,” I moan eagerly, urging Mr._C. to push his finger inside me with Bob's cock in my throat.
Mr._C. uses my excitement to lubricate his finger before pushing it inside me, and I press my hips back against him, taking his cock and his finger deeper.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I groan deeply with Bob's cock in my throat. My muscles immediately tighten around Mr._C.’s throbbing erection as he times the thrusts of his finger in my ass with the thrusts of his cock in my pussy. Within moments, my pussy spasms around Mr._C.’s cock, and I’m moaning sharply between gulps of Bob's dick.
“Ooh, yeeahhh, cum for me, baby,” Mr._C. encourages me through the last half of my orgasm. “Mmm, your hot pussy feels so good.”
My orgasm subsides, and Mr._C. pulls out of me completely, kneels down behind me, and laps up my cum with one pass of his tongue. I’m still bent over sucking Bob's cock.
“You want to ride Bob’s cock, don’t you, baby…,” Mr._C. only half asks. He knows the answer to that question. Oh, I do…
Bob returns to the bed and sits at the edge. I straddle his lap, supporting myself with my knees on the edge of the bed, and rub his cock head against my slick opening with my still-soaked pussy suspended over his lap.
“Oh, God, your pussy’s so fucking wet,” he groans. I rub his glans over my clit several times, teasing him before I guide him inside me, and Bob closes his eyes and lays down on his back. “Oh, fuck yes, Miss_C., your pussy is so hot. Ride my cock.”
I start to ride Bob's dick, slowly and grinding against him at first, and then faster and harder up and down. He's so deep inside me, filling me up. He's so fucking hard.
“Ooohhhh, Bob, your cock feels so good in my tight pussy. I’m going to ride you until you shoot your hot load inside me,” I promise him.
Mr._C. climbs onto the bed. He sits to the side and watches for a minute. Bob's member disappears inside me and reappears over and over again, and my ample tits bounce from the ride. Mr._C. is still hard, and he addresses me.
“You want to suck my dick while Bob fucks your pussy, you little slut?”
My eyes flash at the word “slut.” It gets me so hot when Mr._C. talks dirty to me, even though maybe it shouldn’t turn me on, and I can’t wait to get my lips around his rock hard erection. Mr._C. sees the flash in my eyes.
“Ooh, yeah,” he continues, egging me on. He’s on his knees on the bed, stroking his cock closer to my face. “You can’t wait for me to stuff my cock down your throat, can you, my filthy little whore?”
I bend over Bob at the waist and open my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue, dirty girl,” Mr._C. says. I stick out my tongue, and he slaps his cock against my tongue before rubbing it over my cheeks and the rest of my face. “Now suck it.” I take him into my mouth and suck greedily and hungrily while Bob is thrusting his hips up and fucking my pussy hard and fast. My tits hang above Bob's face, and he surrounds my left nipple with his lips and sucks with the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Mmm mmmm mmmm mmm…”
Again, my moans are muffled by the cock in my mouth. Mr._C. fucks my mouth with his cock, pressing deep into the back of my throat. His groans mix with Bob's heavy breathing and my moans. This is what pure pleasure sounds like. All of us are close to cumming. Mr._C. pulls out of my mouth and leaves the bed and my field of view. He’s behind me and stands at the foot of the bed, pushing the head of his cock against my asshole.
“Oh, yes, baby, fuck my ass! Fill my ass with your cock!”
Bob pulls his pounding cock out of my pussy to allow Mr._C. to use my juices to lubricate his dick before carefully sliding that thick manhood inside me. Bob stuffs his erection back inside me. The fullness I feel with his cock and Mr._C.’s packed in both of my holes is heavenly, and it’s the most erotic moment of my life. He fucks my ass as hard and fast as Bob is fucking my pussy, and I’m done for. My climax explodes inside me, and my pulsing muscles squeeze Bob's cock and Mr._C.’s at the same time.
“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” Mr._C. grunts, and he erupts inside me, filling my ass with his hot load. I’m still riding Bob's cock – and the waves of pleasure flooding my body – as his climax bursts inside me, his throbbing cock filling my pussy with cum. Both he and Mr._C. stuff their cocks deep inside me one last time as the three of us ride out our orgasms.
Mr._C. pulls out slowly and gently.
“I’ll be right back,” he says. He leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with two hot towels draped over his forearm and three glasses of wine in his hands. Bob and I are lying on the bed next to each other as our breathing slowly returns to normal and our blood slows and stops pounding in our veins. Mr._C. offers each of us a hot towel and a glass of wine. He takes a sip from his own glass and sits beside me on the bed.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he says to me, kissing me tenderly once again. “Thank you, Bob,” he says turning to face him. Mr._C. looks into my eyes as he says to Bob, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Happy birthday, Miss_C.,” Bob seconds. “I hope you enjoyed your present.”
“Best birthday present ever,” I sigh, satisfied and exhausted, and I take a sip of my wine. Tonight I’ll get the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.