The Birthday Gift

After being with my husband John for over ten years, let's just say he knows what I like. There is of course a lot of different things, but lately there's one main fantasy that's been playing over and over in my head. I love cum, plain and simple, and my dream is to be covered in it, hear the moans of the men above me letting go and releasing their loads all over me. My husband likes me on my knees, looking up at him, begging for him to cover me in his warm load, but I craved more. And he knew it.

The evening before my 36th birthday he told me that he had something special planned and to make myself ready. I spent a long time in the bathroom, trimming and removing unwanted hair and making sure I looked exactly like I want to. In the morning, he served me breakfast in bed and we spent the day doing sweet things together - a walk in a nearby park, then a picnic in the sun with cake and wine. All the while, he kept groping my ass and placing little kisses down my neck that made me shiver. I felt the horniness in every cell of by body. When we sat down to eat in a secluded grove I thought he might just have his way with me right there and then, but he just leaned into to me from behind, pressing his hard dick against me and whispered "No no, that's for later, I don't want you exhausted before my surprise". I reached around to catch his head in my hand and pulled his lips to mine. As the kiss intensified I thought about all the ways he turned me on - his words, his body, the way he was touching me - and couldn't stop the flutter in my stomach. I hoped it was a surprise worth waiting for...

When we got home he told me to get a shower and clean out, while he picked out something for me to wear. When I got out of the bathroom and saw what he had laid out on the bed I giggled - I know what he likes too! My black tight leather pants, the ones that always had him grabbing my butt. The black tank top, with a black mesh t-shirt to go over it, would really show of my nipple piercings while still being dressed enough for dinner. And no underwear. Instead, there was a gift box with a golden bow. In it, on a velvet pillow, was a butt plug. It was a bit silly, with fake gem glistening in the light, and I giggled as I lubed it up and put a leg on the bed. Thinking of what might come had me horny and ready, and the plug went in without discomfort. Gingerly moving around I found it was just large enough to be noticed, but not enough to cause any pain. I got into the clothes and then went out to the living room, where John was sitting in the couch waiting for me.

As I approached him I saw that he had a massive hardon, clearly visible through his jeans. I wanted to touch it, suck it and taste his cum but instead he got up and catched me in a big embrace. "Ready for dinner, sweetheart?" he whispered in my ear in a gravely voice. I whimpered. Dinner was one thing, but whatever was gonna come after, was gonna be the real gift. g

Hopefully...

He had booked us a table at one of my favorite restaurants and I tried but could hardly focus on the food. As I squirmed on the chair I felt the plug deep inside, pushing in all the right places. Every time I looked up, I saw the way he looked at me and felt my cheeks redden. He smiled knowingly, niftly picking up a nice piece of Chinese crispy pork and bringing it to my mouth. "Eat, you're gonna need the energy" he said and I did as he asked, making sure the way I opened my lips and licked the pork juices from his chopsticks was sensual enough to show him exactly what I was hoping for.

Outside the restaurant we caught a cab and to my surprise, John didn't give the driver our home adress. I was confused but tried to relax. It soon dropped us off at a fancy downtown hotel and he escorted me into the bar where he ordered us drinks and showed me to a table in the corner. It was a booth with benches, easily big enough for four people either side. There was music playing, and as we sipped our drinks I watched the people dancing in the open space close to our side of the room. Among them were more men than women and I couldn't help but think a lot of them would go home alone tonight.

After maybe ten or fifteen minutes, a broadshouldered man with a neatly trimmed beard came up to our table. He wore a tight t-shirt that showed off his strongman like build and jeans that left little to the imagination. I felt my mouth water as I glanced at his groin. I thought I might have catched a look between him and my husband, but was soon to distracted to care when he asked me for a dance. I looked at John, who rarely dances, and raised an eyebrow. He smiled. "Go on, have fun! It's your night!"

The man took my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor. I put my drink on a nearby table and started to get into it. The music was really good, a mix of trance and house that was easy to move to and soon I was swaying my hips, eying the gorgeous man in front of me. He smiled and leaned in as the music got slower, so I took a step forward into his arms. His large hands moved slowly to the music, down my back and landed on my butt. I jerked and felt the plug move a bit inside me. Just as I was getting comfortable, I felt another presence behind me. Someone pressed up against me, pushed me into the man in front of me and obscured his wandering hands from others' eyes. I didn't know who it was and by now I didn't care. This must be a part of the surprise - and either way I could glimpse John between the moving bodies, where he sat sipping his drinks and watching me with cloudy eyes. He would never let anything bad happen to me.

The man behind me pressed his hardness against me and I felt his hands slowly getting between me and the bearded man, reaching my sensitive nipples. He lightly pulled on my piercings and I had to bite down to not moan aloud. When he continued I realised I wouldn't be able fo contain the sounds, but the man in front leaned down and kissed me so that it wouldn't be obvious for anyone else. The kiss deepend and soon it was a true makeout session. I had never been so horny in my life.

I don't know for how long they held me, moving their bodies and hands with the music and holding me up by pressing against me. I was a whimpering mess, without a thought about anyone but us. The music started shifting, becoming harder and darker, and my mind went into overdrive. Were they the surprise? Would I really get both of them tonight?

I was pulled from my thoughts by John. He had finished his drink and was standing next to us on the dance floor, looking smug and holding my half full glass. The men moved back a bit and I reached for the drink. As I gulped it down, realising how thirsty I'd become in the heat between the men, John took my hand and led me back to the table. The bearded man was already sitting there and as I sat down next to him I felt his hand on my leg under the table. John took the seat opposite and another man, more chubby than the first, eased himself onto the bench on my other side. He smiled knowingly and immediately started touching me. I concluded he must be the man from the dance floor.

We ordered another drink and the men introduced themselves as Chris (with the beard) and Andy (who was cleanshaven). John took care of most of the small talk, as my attention was solely on the hands under the table. They were slowly moving upwards and I realised this was definitely part of the plan. As Chris' had a look at his phone Andy found the plug and pushed it lightly with his finger, causing my whole body to quiver. Chris looked up at my husband. "My friends are just dancing, if you wanted to invite them?"

I gasped! More of them? Before I could collect my thoughts I heard my husband answer "Sure! The more the merrier!" and within a few minutes, four more men showed up at the table. They were all gorgeous - Lake was a big dark man with a shaved head, Tim had freckly skin and long hair in a ponytail, Derry looked amazing fully covered in leather and Andy clearly wore a harness under his tight white shirt. They were all very pleasant to look at, and it was clear it wasn't the first time my husband had spoken to them.

There wasn't enough room for them all to sit at the table, so Derry suggested we move the party upstairs. I let myself be dragged towards the elevator, where we all barely fit. The tight space made my head spin with the feeling of their bodies pressing into me. Once we got out, John got out a key card and let us into a large, beautiful room. Closest to the door was a seating area with a sofa and two leather chairs, facing a TV and minibar. On the table was a bottle of champagne and a tray of glasses. Beyond that I saw the bed, king size and made up in that luxurious way you only get at a nice hotel. Through the window I spied a balcony and beyond that the glitter of city lights beneath the dark sky.

As Lake started to pour champagne, Andy started playing with the stereo and soon had some music going. This was more of the same, the dark stuff from downstairs, heavy with sexy beats and barely obscured moans that left me wanting for more. I started moving and soon the others flocked around me, moving with the music and touching any bare skin they could find. The mesh shirt was pulled over my head and disappeared from view and soon the tank top went the same way. I couldn't keep them apart anymore. Someone's mouth found one of my nipples and when they started playing I moaned loudly. Someone else found the second and started playing with the piercing with his fingers, pulling and twisting it. The jolts of pain mixed with the pleasure, sending chills down my spine.

I wanted them. I wanted them all so bad I couldn't contain myself. I got my hands up and started frantically pulling at someone's t-shirt, trying to get it off. A soft giggle against my neck told me they saw what I was trying to do, and soon they were all freeing themselves of their clothes. I looked around, enjoying the sight of the six men getting naked and showing of their amazing bodies, all big and burly and hairy. They smelled of sweat and cologne, deep dark tones that reeked of masculinity. Beyond them, my husband sat in one of the leather chairs with a glass, clearly enjoying the view as his hand slowly stroked the bulge in his pants.

Once the first man - I think it was Chris - was down to his underwear he got up behind me and went back to playing with my nipples. I leaned into him, loving the touch and his heavy breathing on my neck. The plug pressed deeply inside my ass as I pushed against him. Someone else started with my belt and then I felt multiple hands prying the leather pants from my sweaty body. Most of them had kept their underwear on, but I think it was more because they didn't want to invite too much touch before they were ready than from any embarrassment. My husband had chosen well, they had nothing to be embarrassed about. I could see none of them were below average in length or girth, and the variation had me salivating.

As my pants fell to the floor I heard my husband over the music. "You guys really should step it up. He wants it rough and hard, use him like the little whore he is and he will beg for more!" It was true, I wanted to get used by these men, by all of them. I felt a push on my shoulders and immediately sank to my knees. They were at my eye level now, all those lovely large dicks, and I couldn't help but kick my lips. One of them laughed and someone said "Look at that little slut, he sure looks ready for some dick!"

Finally! One of them moved in front of me, holding his big heavy cockhead to my eager lips. I reached for it with my tongue and felt the taste fill my mouth. I started sucking it and playing with his big balls with my hand, the other one eagerly reaching towards myself. Instead, someone catched my wrist and moved it to jerk someone else off. All around me was the smell and sounds of arousal, permiating the air with sex. A hand pressed the back of my head and I felt the dick slide across my tongue to the back of my throat and start pushing. Slowly it went down my throat and as I concentrated on breathing at the right times, he started fucking me hard. I tried to moan around him as he pushed again and again, but couldn't make a sound around the large organ.

They went around fucking my face, taking turns so as not to cum but never leaving me without a dick in my throat. I had never been so thoroughly face fucked before and I loved every second of it. I felt almost detached from myself, high with horniness and eager to have more, more, more. Then, suddenly, a new sensation almost stopped me in my tracks. The guy currently pressing into my mouth had to use both his hands on my head to keep up the tempo, as I felt someone starting to play with the plug. Pulling it in and out, stretching my asshole for the things to come. Then came a sudden, hard tug and I felt it leave my body, an emptiness in my ass that wanted to be filled. Instead, a tongue befan gliding slowly from the base of my balls all the way to my asshole. I shuddered and pressed against it.

I got a thorough rim job as the others continued to have me suck them. The rest were standing around me, wanking and watching, as I did my best to keep up with the furious tempo. Then the licking stopped and I arched my back toward the disappearing tongue, only to get a hard slap on my ass cheek instead. "Get up, bitch!" someone growled, and I tried to comply. My knees were weak and someone helped me, had to support me as I staggered up. In front of me was John, holding a glass of champagne to my lips. I eagerly drank, feeling the relief of the cool liquid down my bruised throat. He leaned forward, lips close to my ear, and whispered "Are you ready for the next act, sweetheart?"

I nodded enthusiastically, so much so that the others started laughing and joking betweeen themselves about what an eager little slut I was. As I finished the glass and gave it back, I was pulled towards the bed. I landed on my back and immediately felt someone pushing my knees up and apart. The cool feeling on my asshole could only mean lube, and then the pressure of a large dick trying to enter my tight asshole. The plug amd the rimming had done its job preparing me, and someone pulled my head to the side to give me a large whiff off poppers. As the feeling rushed over me I felt the first dick of the evening breech my asshole. It was big, very big, maybe the biggest I had had, but I was horny and warmed up and it soon started pushing deeper and deeper.

I moaned and growled as he pushed himself fully inside me. As I opened my eyes I saw that it was Chris, the first man to pull me onto the dance floor, that was now buried in my tight asshole. He smiled with an evil glint to his eye and started fucking. My mind went blank as all I could feel was his massive dick opening me up and ravaging my asshole. Someone gave me more poppers and then put a dick to my lips. I eagerly opened them and was spitroasted, the men apparently used to this because they immediately found a rhythm that had me sandwiched between them. As one pulled out one end the other pushed into the other, back and forth, so that all I could do was trying to relax my throat and ass as they ravaged me.

Chris was the first one to cum. I felt him grow even harder inside me, felt him quivering as he pushed into me with all his might. As he roared and his body went stiff, as he pumped his huge warm load into my waiting ass, once, twice, three times, I came so hard I saw stars. I screamed around the dick in my throat and my whole body shaked and twisted, totally out of control. I was still quivering as his arms gave up and he landed heavily on top of me. His dick jerked one last time and then slowly glided out of me as he laid panting on top, watching my open mouth around his friends heavy member just inches away.

After that first load, things got even more hazy. Someone pulled Chris away and started fucking me, pushing the creamy load deep inside, but I had lost all connection to reality and have no idea who it might have been. The man in my mouth emptied himself with a growl, sending his first shot deep into my throat and then letting out the rest over my face, spreading it around and watching me moan for more. I rejliced in the taste of his load and the feeling of warmth spreading down my chest as I desperately swallowed as much as I could. At some point I was on all fours with a man at each end pushing at the same time, so that I was more filled with dick than I ever thought possible. I was covered in cum as they spewed their loads over my face, my chest, my back, everywhere they could. My asshole felt opened and sore, I could feel the massive loads run down my crack and drip onto the sheets below. I came again and again, screaming and moaning with pleasure as they used my body for their needs.

Finally, I was lifted off the bed. I couldn't have moved if I tried, I was completely exhausted and every muscle twitched uncontrollably. They put me on my knees, holding me up so that I wouldn't fall, and someone haphazardly wiped my eyes free of sperm and sweat so that I could see again under heavy lids. I slowly realised the person holding me from behind was wearing clothes. It must be John. His hand was twisted in my hair, keeping my head up and holding the poppers bottle to my nose. I inhaled again and again, the waves flowing over me. Around me were the six men who had used me all night to their hearts content. They were all fisting their huge members, and as I started to moan from the combination of poppers and the pain from my scalp, they started cumming again. I was on my knees, being covered in their loads, my asshole and throat sore from fucking and my husband standing behind me. He bent down and growled in my ear: "What a good little whore you've been, all fucked up and full of strangers loads". I came once more and then it all went black.

I woke up in the bed. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, the men were filing out of the room and my husband closed the door behind them. He then came over and sat on the bed next to me, slowly caressing my sloppy cum covered face with a finger. "Just one more load darling" he said and I smiled tiredly as he pulled down his fly. Getting up on his knees above me, he jerked himself of for a few seconds - more wasn't needed after watching the nights events - before pushing into my mouth and letting go with a large sigh. His creamy load filled my mouth and dribbled down the side of my face as I tried but failed to swallow it all.

"You've been a very good boy. Now relax and let me take care of you like you deserve" he said and I felt my eyes close. As I drifted into oblivion, I heard his voice as he held me close and whispered "Happy birthday, my love".