This story is the sixth in a series.
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A warm ocean breeze blows into the room through the open French doors. The doors open to a balcony overlooking the ocean beyond, and the sound of breaking waves can be heard. The light in the room is soft even though the reflection from the water is bright. It is hard to imagine a more perfect morning.
A king size bed sits against the middle of the wall to the left. A man lies on his back in the middle of the bed, his eyes closed with his head propped up on several pillows. He smells the breeze and hears the waves before he stirs and opens his eyes. He takes in his surroundings for a moment before he is aware that his wrists are tied to the corners of the headboard. He is momentarily alarmed before the realization dawns on him. It is his birthday, and his wife seems to have something special in store for him. He looks down at the sheet covering him up to his waist. He thinks of her as he looks at the bulge of his cock under the sheet.
The man vaguely recalls the events of the night before, but his mind is hazy. They had rented the oceanfront villa to celebrate his birthday. A delicious dinner at a nearby restaurant was followed by sensual lovemaking in the bed where he now lies. There had been alcohol before the dinner, then again during their time in the room. They had continued to drink afterward, and that's when his memory becomes fuzzy. He had fallen into a deep slumber after that, only to awaken this morning bound to the bed.
He glances toward the wall of glass and open doors to his left, then turns and looks to his right. His wife is standing just inside the room at the hallway entrance, gazing at him intently with her grey-green eyes. She is wearing a pale lavender mini dress. It stops halfway up her thighs and is held up by thin straps which tie around her neck. The front plunges between her breasts almost to her navel, and the back is open down to the top of her ass. The man remembers the last time she wore the dress. It had been Valentine's Day a few months ago, and the occasion was an event which is still singed in their minds. His wife seems to know what he is thinking, and she grins at him.
"Good morning, sweetie," she purrs, then moves across the room towards the bed. It occurs to him that she is even more beautiful than when they first met. She sits on the side of the bed and crosses her long legs.
The man glances at his bound wrists. "What's going on?"
"I thought we'd have some playtime to start the day." She grins again at him. She leans over and gives him a soft kiss on the lips, then straightens up. Her hand traces slow circles around his nipples before moving down and resting lightly on the bulge at his crotch. He pushes up to meet her touch but she moves her hand away and gets off the bed.
Walking to the foot of the bed, she pulls down the sheet covering his body. He is wearing only black boxers, his muscular legs apart. She climbs back on the bed and kneels between his legs. As he stares at her, she reaches down and begins to stroke his cock through the thin fabric of the boxers. She feels his eager member respond as she runs her fingers up and down each side. She grasps the base of his cock with one hand and begins to play with the head with her other. She has known many cocks in her life, and she teases him expertly. Again he pushes his hips up against her hand, but she just looks at him demurely. By now he is fully erect.
She climbs up on his body and straddles him, rubbing her pussy against his bulge while holding her tits. She is still wearing the dress, but the front is open so wide he can almost see her nipples. She closes her eyes and continues to fondle her breasts, moaning softly, her wavy auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. Then she bends down and kisses him again, harder this time, her tongue hungrily exploring his mouth. She continues to move her pussy against his cock, only the fabric of his boxers between them. He groans and pushes his tongue farther into her mouth. The kiss goes on and on.
Then she moves farther up his body, opening the dress and exposing her breasts. She puts her right breast in his mouth, and he sucks and licks the hard nipple. She switches sides, and he bites at the other nipple. Then she straightens up and reaches back to stroke his thick cock, still hard and eager for attention. When he groans again, she slides even farther up his body and straddles his face. The dress has ridden up her legs and her bare pussy hovers over his mouth. She reaches out to grab the top of the headboard and slowly lowers her wet pussy to his talented tongue. He licks and sucks, taking his time, savoring the flavor of her. When she starts to moan, he stabs his tongue at her throbbing clit, circling in ever-faster motions. His wife moves her hips in synch with his tongue, her breathing shallow, and he knows she is close. He has never known a woman to come so easily. He speeds up his motion until she cries out and cums on his face, her body trembling and shaking with pleasure.
When it is over she moves off of him, glancing at the still erect cock in his shorts. She smiles as she strokes it gently, keeping him hard. Then she looks at him intently.
"I have a gift for you."
"That wasn't it?" he asks in a rough voice.
In response, she looks toward the hallway. He follows her glance and sees what she is looking at. A girl stands just inside the room. She is wearing a short cream-colored camisole tied between her breasts, a red thong with ties at the sides, and silver stilettos. Her black hair is a riot of tight curls extending out in all directions, and her eyes are dark and sultry. He doesn't know it, but she is a grad student who moonlights as a high-end call girl. His wife found her through the internet, and now she is standing in the corner of their villa bedroom. She is stunningly gorgeous.
The man stares at the girl, then turns and looks questioningly at his wife.
"Happy birthday," she whispers, then moves off the bed toward the open French doors.
The nearly naked girl walks to the foot of the bed and looks down at the man. A smile slowly spreads across her face as she looks at his body bound to the bed. After a moment she crawls up between his legs and runs her fingers up the inside of his thighs. He shivers as her fingers poke up inside his boxers.
"Let's see what we have here," the girl says softly as she looks at his crotch.
