The Birthday Gift

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

It's embarrassing to remember just how green I was back then. Twenty-three years old, newly minted BS degree and a job in IT right out of school.

I'd been working for a pharmaceutical company for about a year when I got reassigned to provide VIP support for Mahogany Row. I was good technically but, more importantly, I'd learned at a young age how to talk to people.

The people you needed to impress on the C-suite floor were the admins. The CxOs were mostly not that hard to please as long as their admins were happy. So I schmoozed, I asked them about their kids, I brought them little gifts and fixed their (mostly easy) problems quickly and efficiently.

That attention to detail got me kudos and a nice big bonus after a few months, then a promotion not long afterwards. And it brought me to the attention of a couple of the leadership members, including the chief legal counsel.

David Jennings was an older guy, at least compared to me. He was in his late 50's, with a serious number of years of tenure and a corner office that was only rivaled by the CEO and the COO. After I was able to quickly address a calendar problem he was having with his iPhone, I became his go-to guy for anything tech. Sometimes I think he listened to me more than he did the CTO sitting next door.

My boss told me to just keep the guy happy, which meant doing some off-book stuff from time to time, like setting up his home network when he replaced his DSL with cable. He had this amazing house out on a nearby lake, with a big pool and this huge party patio overlooking the water.

That's when I met Francine. I called her Ms. Jennings then, of course. She was a stunner -- and probably only a few years older than me. Mr. Jennings was definitely doing all right. She was polite but cool to me, but I thought I imagined her glancing over at me as I installed the new modem and the router.

I speculated (in my head of course) that she must have been at least wife number 2, given their age gap. Maybe number 3. She was a tall stack of pale-skinned blonde beauty and I resolved to get my work done quickly and get out of there before my body revealed the effect she was having on me.

I didn't think much more about her until a few months later, when Mr. Jennings called me into his office. "Kevin, I need a favor from you. I left some signed contracts on my nightstand that I have to have this afternoon. Oh, and I forgot to leave my wife's birthday card -- you might as well take it back since you're going. Here are my keys. I'm pretty sure she'll be out."

It was a gorgeous late-spring day, and I was more than happy to have an excuse to blow off work and take a ride over to the lake. I put my jacket on and grabbed my knapsack and helmet and headed out to the motorcycle parking lot and my Suzuki.

I marveled again at the size of Mr. Jennings' house when I pulled up. There were no cars in the driveway, but I guessed that his three-bay garage was probably able to actually house cars instead of the accumulated junk that most people had in theirs.

Remembering the layout from my last visit, I had no trouble finding the master bedroom. No, that's not where the trouble started. The trouble was the gorgeous blonde lying on the king-size bed, wearing nothing but a sexy red bra and panty set and a sleep mask over her eyes.

I clamped my eyes shut and slammed a hand across them for good measure as I tried to slowly back out of the room without being heard. But the zipper of my knapsack scraped across the door and all hell broke loose.

My eyes were still closed but I heard, "David? AIIGGH!! What the fuck are you doing here!"

My brain decided that it was a good time to totally lose control over my mouth. "Ms. Jennings I'm so sorry your husband asked me to bring your birthday card over he didn't think you would be here I'm so so sorry I'm leaving please don't tell him please -- "

"STOP! Just stop. Kevin, right? Give me the card."

I carefully made my way to the side of the bed, never opening my eyes. I was sure that if I looked at her, I would be turned to stone. Part of me already was.

I felt her pluck the card from my hand and heard the card slide out of the thick paper envelope. "You can open your eyes, Kevin."

Ms. Jennings had covered up to the waist, but her gorgeous breasts, barely covered by her lacy bra, were still capturing all my attention. It took every bit of my willpower to look up at her face, which was smiling slyly up at me.

"Would you like to know what the card says?"

I nodded. "Uh, sure?"

"You are apparently my birthday present. And I am part of your bonus for..." She glanced back at the card. "...excellent service above and beyond the call of duty."

I stood there, gawping like an idiot.

"You should see the look on your face right now! Surely it's not that bad?"

"What? Oh, Ms. Jennings, no! But this feels like a test. Is he testing us?"

She looked up at me, almost angry. "My husband is not like that. He does not test people on their loyalty. He inspires their loyalty. Don't you know that?"

"But this just seems, I don't know, like -- "

"Like a man who loves his wife unreservedly and who wants her to be happy? Like a man who values you and trusts you to enjoy what he has offered without trying to take more?"

My brain still wasn't completely engaged but finally the wheels started to turn again. I realized I did trust Mr. Jennings. I'm sure my face split into a big grin. "So what would you like to do, Miz Jennings?"

"First of all, you'd better call me Francine. No, better yet, call me Frankie. And if you don't lose that backpack and all your clothes in less than two minutes, I may call the whole thing off. Or complain to David."

My knapsack hit the floor before she finished her sentence. It took me a little longer to get my riding boots off but I'm pretty sure I made her deadline with at least 45 seconds to spare. She pulled the covers back and invited me in.

She was an insanely good kisser. If we had done nothing else, spending an hour kissing her would have been time well spent. But she rose up off the pillows long enough to reach behind and unclip her bra, which I took as an invitation to explore her a lot further.

I wasn't inexperienced by any means, but the whole situation had my heart racing and my hands fumbling like a high school boy.

"Kevin, we've got all afternoon. There's no need to rush." I took a deep breath and grinned down at her, a little embarrassed maybe, but it was what I needed to hear.

I went back to kissing her and let my hands roam her body, caressing her breasts that had gotten me so worked up before stroking her well-defined abs. She moaned into my mouth as I moved lower, her thighs opening slightly as if inviting me in.

I slid a hand under her panties, stroking her soft curls and then tracing down the line at the top of her thigh before stroking up the length of her pussy. She squealed into my mouth and opened her thighs wider. "That's it, baby. Keep doing that."

So I did, until she grabbed my forearm in an iron grip and moved me up to stroke her clit. She was so fun to play with, not at all shy about letting me know exactly what she wanted. I felt her body tense and saw her eyes go wide as she pulled her mouth away from mine. "Oh, shit, Kevin, keep going! Keep fucking going! Oooooh!" She even orgasmed pretty.

I backed off a little without stopping as her eyes closed and she slumped back down onto the bed. She moved my hand up over her abs and looked at me with that beautiful smile. "That was nice, baby. Would you please fuck me now?"

I love a woman that knows what she wants. I slid down, kissing my way down her torso while I rolled over between her legs. She raised herself up and I pulled her red panties down and off her long legs, taking a moment to tease an instep with my tongue before pushing her knees up to her chest.

"That's it, Kevin! Take me, baby! Take your bonus and fuck my brains out!"

She pulled her knees up even higher, opening herself to me. As eager as she was, I had to slow down enough to appreciate the sight of this gorgeous woman, open and waiting for me. Just hot as fuck.

"Kevin? Did you go away, honey?"

I didn't answer, other than to grin down at her and line myself up. She was hot and wet and tight and goddamn perfect. I hooked my arms under her knees, which freed her arms up to grab my back, her fingernails scratching furrows into my skin as I started pounding into her.

"Oh god oh god that's it baby oh fuck give me that fucking dick!"

It's fair to say that most of my girlfriends had been quiet fucks, whether it was because it was their nature or because we were in dorm rooms, thin-walled apartments or motel rooms. Frankie's constant stream of profane commentary was threatening to make me cum long before I wanted to.

Thank the gods that I was getting her going as well. "Give it to me baby I'm already there give me that fucking cum!" I held off a little longer but then her thighs started to quiver, and I felt her clamp down on my cock and I lost any control I thought I had.

I slammed down onto and into her and let loose, cumming harder than I ever remembered. I heard a long string of mostly unintelligible groans and growls, and it took me a minute to realize that they were coming from me.

Frankie lowered her legs around me and I bent down for a kiss before rolling off of her. She leaned over me, idly stroking my chest hair. "So, Kevin, sweetheart, you're a young man." That got a snort from me. "How long does it usually take for you to recover?"

I started to snap back a snarky remark but thought better of it. "For you, beautiful? It won't take long at all." That was a much better answer and was clearly the right one.

"Oooh, you sweet talker! Tell you what, let me speed things along."

She rolled over between my knees and I pulled a couple of pillows under my head so that I could watch. And oh my god, what a view. She was kneeling between my legs, her breasts brushing the insides of my thighs, with that incredible ass held high and proud.

I would have been hard in seconds just looking at her, but she was a woman on a mission. She dropped her head and gently and slowly licked my balls while stroking my cock, which was already mostly at full mast. When she took my cock fully into her mouth while staring into my eyes, it was mission accomplished.

"Damn, Kevin, you're way too easy! You didn't even make me work for it." Her broad smile told me that she didn't mind one bit. She moved up to sit on my thighs, holding my cock upright and rubbing her clit up against me.

"I really like this thing, baby. Thanks for bringing it over today." Watching her abs undulate like a belly dancer while she got herself off on my cock was mesmerizing. But I was ready for more and willing to demand it. She was my reward as well, after all,

"Frankie, baby, if you don't stick my dick in your sweet pussy in the next minute, I'm leaving." Yeah, there was no way I was leaving and she knew that as well as I did, but she got the message and rose up enough to slide me inside her.

Damn. Just... damn. She worked her way down until I was as deeply inside her as I could go, then she leaned down to kiss me. Oh Lord, her kisses. I know she could feel me twitching inside her just from her kissing.

She gave me a last peck on the lips, then sat upright, slowly grinding herself on me, rubbing her clit into the base of my cock. It was all about Frankie, which was fine with me. At least for the moment. I reached up and stroked her incredible tits and she put her hands over mine, encouraging me to maul them.

After a few minutes she closed her eyes and dropped her head back and lost her rhythm a bit. Her breath was coming in gasps, and I moved my hands down to her hips to hold her steady as I felt her cumming again on my cock. She gave a final gasp and collapsed on top of me, her blonde hair covering my face.

I didn't give her more than a few seconds to recover before I wrapped my arms around her and started thrusting up into her, taking my turn at doing all the work. "Shit! Kevin! I... I..." That was all she got out before she bit my shoulder as I pounded into her. It was my turn to take my pleasure and I was in heaven, fucking her sloppy pussy for all I was worth.

I hadn't really given her time to recover from her last orgasm, and I was afraid I might be pushing her too hard. But when I slowed down to give her a chance to catch her breath, her eyes flew open and she weakly slapped my face. She managed to pant out, "Don't you fucking dare stop, you bastard..."

I shifted my hands down to her ass and held her in place while I resumed jackhammering into her, searching for my own release which I knew wasn't far away. Frankie was pretty much lying on top of me -- the only parts of her really moving were her pussy squeezing around me and her lips against my ear, whispering "fuck me" over and over.

I think she sensed that I was peaking before I did. She raised up on her elbows, her blonde hair forming a curtain around our heads, shutting everything else out other than the motion of our bodies. Just as I got there, she ground herself down on me, jamming my cock against her cervix as I started to cum.

"Fill me up, baby! Give it all to me!"

As if I had any choice.

As my orgasm subsided, she leaned down to give me a gentle kiss. She moved off to my side, giggling as a stream of jizz escaped her and hit my thigh.

We lay there together for a few moments, her blonde head resting on my shoulder, my free hand tracing a path across her breast.

"Frankie, if this really was a test, I don't care. I wouldn't trade this afternoon for anything in this world."

"Aw, you're sweet! I promise it wasn't a test, Kevin. But just to be sure, when David comes home, I'm going to thank him for my wonderful birthday present. I'm going to go down on my knees and give him the best blow job he's ever had. And after he recovers, I'm going to beg him to wreck my little asshole the way you broke my pussy. I promise he won't care about anything else."

I snorted at that, and gently pinched her nipple. "Mr. Jennings is a very lucky man."

"He's not lucky, David. We are madly in love with each other and put each other's feelings and desires above our own. That's not luck. That's love. And now you need to get out of here so I can get cleaned up before my husband gets home. He'll be early. And Kevin, thank you for being such a wonderful birthday gift."

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I sighed as my focus shifted back from the view out of my corner office windows. I reread the note to Janelle one more time before sliding her birthday card into the envelope and writing her name on it as floridly as I could.

I stuck my head out of the office door. "Annie, can you please find Freddie Jackson and let him know I need to see him as soon as possible? I've got a big favor to ask."