'Happy birthday, baby,' Martin smiled when his wife finally made her entrance.
'So,' replied Cassandra after she'd kissed her husband lightly on his cheek, 'here I am, where's the "surprise" you've been teasing me with all week?'
Martin smiled and looked into his glass as though suddenly mesmerised by its contents.
'Well,' he began, 'it took some organising, but...' Martin looked at his wife, suddenly serious. 'I hope I've got it right... I had to take a good, long look at our relationship before I took the decision to go for it...'
Cassandra noticed her husband's sudden seriousness and reached for his hand. 'What is it, Darling? What's got you so solemn? It's my birthday and you're babbling on about our relationship.' She gave her husband's hand a squeeze. 'Come on, Martin, tell me.'
Martin sighed and muttered to himself under his breath. 'I must be mad; I can't believe I'm doing this.' He looked into Cassandra's green eyes and took a deep breath. 'Okay,' he continued. 'You know those DVD's you watch... The ones you got from Sarah?'
Cassandra reddened at Martin's reference to the porn films she'd been so shockingly introduced to by her best friend. She had never really had much interest in porn until one afternoon; Sarah had shown one of her husband's collection. The effect had been immediate and staggeringly intense. Cassandra had felt her pussy melt with lust as she watched the beautiful young girl in the film fuck and suck a succession of men before every one of the guys had come over some part of her body.
Astonishment at the sheer volume of spunk the girl received on her face, tongue, breasts and body had quite literally taken Cassandra's breath away for a long moment at the finale of the film. The picture of the pretty girl liberally covered in semen, her previously immaculate make up and tidy hair now ruined, caused a swirl of arousal to curl around and around in the pit of Cassandra's tummy. Her clit felt huge as her flesh throbbed and clamoured for attention.
Cassandra very nearly succumbed right there in her friend's front room, she was desperate to find release from the aching, tormented signals her body was sending to her brain. Cassandra's nipples were tender points at the tips of her tight breasts, and the heightened sensation of her clothing against her excited teats almost made Cassandra scream with frustration. She was only held in check by decorum and the conventions of society that forbade her to frig herself urgently to a shattering climax right there on Sarah's sofa. Actually Cassandra wasn't at all sure that Sarah wouldn't welcome such a sordid event, but Cassandra made her excuses and left at the earliest opportunity.
As soon as she arrived home, Cassandra merely slumped back on her sofa in the living room, opened her legs wide and just pulled the gusset of her sodden underwear aside. There were no preliminaries; she was far too gone for any such niceties. She couldn't even make it to her bedroom where her vibrators sat in her bedside drawer. The heat was on her and Cassandra needed to come urgently.
She swirled her fingers around and around her kitty, fingering her slippery opening and rubbing frantically at her clit. Cassandra's moans and sighs of delight poured from her as she experienced the sublime warmth of her climax blossom quickly. She gasped loudly at the intensity of feeling when the pulses of her orgasm surged. Cassandra's cunt clenched greedily at her squelching, probing fingers when she rubbed at her elusive g-spot and she called to mind the images of that pretty young thing being so deliciously used.
Cassandra's climax rolled on and on, one wave after another until, finally, Cassandra lay curled up in a foetal position with her hands clamped tightly between her juice-smeared thighs.
That was Cassandra's initiation, and from that day she built her own collection of bukkake pornography. Martin had discovered his wife's penchant for cum films when he had made an unexpected return from work one morning and had found Cassandra gloriously naked on top of the marital bed, a filthy DVD showing on the TV, and with Cassandra diddling her kitty like a teenager as she pressed a vibrator against her clit.
After the initial shock had worn off - at least his wife wasn't entertaining another man while he was at work - Martin experienced first hand, the dividends of Cassandra's liking for porn. The subsequent fuck had been one of the most intense, hot and vocal couplings he'd ever experienced with Cassandra.
She'd been insatiable, demanding that Martin fuck her in a variety of positions, and she'd described what she wanted him to do in obscene detail. The finale of that post discovery fuck came when Cassandra literally begged her husband to shoot his cum onto her face. Martin had been surprised at the vehemence of his wife's unusual request, she was normally so demure, but he complied with her wishes and sprayed her lovely face with the hot stuff while she fingered her pussy and squeezed her firm, pliant breasts.
'I'm so glad you caught me,' Cassandra smiled and used the edge of her finger to scoop Martin's seed into her mouth. 'I've been going insane fucking myself every day with my dildo and imagining having your cum on me like this.' Cassandra lay back on the rumpled bed and smeared the stray splashes of cum that decorated her sweet, tight tits into her skin. 'Now that you know, how do you feel?'
'Well,' Martin began, 'it's a surprise... but a nice fucking surprise.' He smiled at his wife and kissed her in spite of his goo taste on her tongue. 'You should've told me earlier...'
The sex after that episode was incredible in Martin's opinion. Cassandra still masturbated while watching her porn, with martin watching alongside her occasionally. While his wife became more and more aroused as she watched the on screen action, Martin would often be busy down between Cassandra's slim, tanned thighs and would eagerly slurp at her juicy pussy until she came violently on his face.
Martin didn't deny his wife her pleasures, he analysed it in such a way that he'd rather she watched porn to get herself off at home, rather than have her take a lover. Besides, he really did benefit from Cassandra's heightened libido, so he had no complaints at all.
It wasn't until Cassandra's thirtieth birthday appeared as a distant speck on the horizon that Martin found he was stuck for a gift for Cassandra's milestone. Then, the seed of an idea formed, a one off experience, a night for his beloved to remember, that might be the answer to his gift dilemma.
Initially Martin disregarded the idea. He didn't think he'd be able to handle it himself... The jealousy would be too much... He'd have to think again.
The idea just wouldn't go away; it kept popping into his brain. He did some research, not seriously at first, but as he dug further into his idea, the more he became convinced that he could pull it off. Okay, the jealousy he'd have to handle, and maybe Cassandra herself would balk at the idea, but Martin pressed ahead all the same.
Three weeks before Cassandra's big day, most of the plan was in place. Martin had advertised on the Internet and had been inundated with replies. He weeded out the time wasters and the wankers until he had a small group of candidates to select from. In the end he chose four men; four men who would bring his wife's fantasy to life; or so Martin hoped.
Martin had met each of the guys individually and interviewed them in turn. His requirements were simple, but took some achieving by the lucky candidates. He wanted documentary evidence that each was free from any nasty diseases - that was a non negotiable caveat, no proof, no playing with his wife. Also, Martin wanted guys who were heavy cummers. They didn't have to be hugely endowed, but they had to be able to give Cassandra what she so vocally loved while watching her films. Even better if they were repeaters as well as being able to produce the hot stuff in admirable volumes, more bang for your buck so to speak, Martin thought to himself wryly.
Eventually the plan was laid, the evening was upon them, and Martin took his unsuspecting wife into London and showed her the plush suite he'd booked for the night. He'd left her alone to attend to her toilette and to dress in the elegant evening gown he'd purchased especially for the occasion.
