Anniversary Surprise Party

Thank you for reading, please rate and feedback is always welcome. Reminder, all characters and locations are fictional, and everyone is 18 years of age or older at the time any sexual encounters occur. This is also an entry for the Valentines Day 2025 story contest.

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"What would you like for our anniversary?" I asked my wife, Molly.

We were sitting in the restaurant, and she leaned over and whispered in my ear what she wanted. I could tell why she didn't come straight out and say it, as it was a request that was something no one in the restaurant needed to overhear. I even blushed a little at her response.

"Are you sure that is what you want?" I had to confirm.

"Oh, Daniel," she playfully responded, "In a couple of months, we will be married ten years, and I want to have a little fun while I still can."

She continued to eat her dinner, like the request was second nature for our relationship. This was a little above normal, and it was something that I had to think about how to accomplish. It was a request that I thought would be sexy as hell to pull off, and it was not only our tenth anniversary, but also that same day will be her thirtieth birthday and Valentines Day to boot.

Ten years ago, she thought it would be cool if during our ceremony, right before we exchanged our vows, everyone in attendance sang happy birthday to her. She also thought that I would be less likely to forget her birthday or our anniversary if they happened on the same day. February 14th, 2015 will aways be a great day to remember.

To be honest, her birthday was going to be hard to forget anyway, as mine was just four days later, although I am a year older than her. So, if I can pull her request off, I think it will also be a birthday present to myself.

"Is there a story behind this request?" I asked so I could understand what she was thinking about.

Finishing her bite, Molly explained, "When I was in college, just before we met, my roommate at the time, Rebecca, got wind of a party at a frat house. She talked me into going with her, as she didn't have the guts to go alone. It turned out there was only five women there with the entire house of men standing around us. It was one wild orgy night that I will never forget."

"Why am I just now hearing about this wild night?" I asked before taking another bite.

"It never came up," she said. "It is not exactly a topic you come out and tell your boyfriend at the time about. I was going to keep it a secret, but something happened recently that made me think of that night.

"Not sure how I am going to pull this off," I commented. "But I am sure going to try and figure it out."

Pulling her phone out of her purse, my wife sends me two texts. "The first one is Rebecca's phone number. She just happens to work at the same university that we graduated from as a sex therapist, so she can help you with this request."

"Holy shit, that's hot!" I yelled a little too loud, causing some of the patrons at the restaurant to look in my direction.

"I see you got to the second text," she said. "That is a picture of Rebecca, as she just had the same evening set up by her husband for their recent anniversary."

Thinking about what my wife was wanting me to plan and seeing the results of what that night could look like with the picture of Rebecca, my cock was hard as a rock in my pants. The waiter came over and asked if we would like any dessert. I coyly responded, "I am too full right now, but I might be about to partake in some dessert when I get home."

My wife slaps me on the shoulder and the waiter winks at me as he hands over the check. I review and then hand back the check with my credit card. As we wait for that to be processed, we finish the last of our drinks and my wife asks, "Are you serious about wanting to get frisky?"

I nodded as the waiter returned and I signed the receipt. When we stand, my wife grabs my arm as we walk out of the restaurant and to the car. I even opened the door for her. Not something that I always do, but something that I like to surprise her with sometimes.

As I drive home, I continue to have visions of the picture of Rebecca flash through my mind. Rebecca is an attractive woman, but seeing her naked in that picture after her party was keeping my cock hard in my pants.

The only light in the car came from the dashboard, but when I glance over in my wife's direction, it is enough light to tell what she is doing. She has her dress hiked up and has one of her hands between her legs. The other is massaging a breast through her dress. It is quiet enough in the car that the sounds of her fingers working her wet pussy can be heard. I slightly swerve to keep the car in the lane as I find myself paying more attention to her getting herself ready. I turn my attention back to the road, but out of the corner of my eye I keep watching my wife.

When we arrive home, I pull the car into the garage and walk around to passionately greet my wife again. I hit the button to close the garage door, but she had already started to unbutton my shirt, and I found the zipper of her dress before the door finished closing.

Our shoes are quickly kicked off as soon as we enter the house. Her dress drops from her body somewhere in the middle of the kitchen. It is quickly followed by my shirt. We continue to kiss as we move into the living room. My hands migrate to massaging her breasts as there are no further clothes to be removed from her body. We stopped in front of the couch long enough for her to drop my pants, so I too now stand naked in front of her.

My cock springs to attention as it is released from the confinement of my pants. Molly playfully pushes on my chest, and I plop back on the couch. She quickly straddles my body and positioned her pussy above my cock. I resist the urge to reach out for her hips and force her down on my cock. I wait for her to lower herself down around my cock.

Molly leans in and gives me another kiss. I moan into her mouth as I feel her pussy start to slip around my cock. I slip in easily as she is quite wet, and I only stop penetrating when her body is resting against my body. The excitement of the night triggered this impromptu sex romp, especially for a random Tuesday night after what would have been a nondescript dinner.

She straightens up and begins raising her body with her legs, causing her pussy to slide up and down my cock. Picking up the pace, I start to focus on her breasts, as I am always mesmerized by her C cup breasts as they bounce on her chest. It doesn't matter which position we have sex, if I can watch her breasts, that is where my eyes gravitate to.

As I feel my cock just about to exit her pussy, she glides it back in. Her breasts seem to float for a moment until they are yanked back down by the rest of her body. Her nipples are plump and stick out just enough to perfectly fit between my thumb and finger as I roll and twist them to provide extra stimulus.

Tonight, she had her long brown hair tied back into a ponytail. I get a glimpse of that ponytail flop occasionally back and forth as she continues to bounce up and down on my cock. First on the left side and then it is gone for the moment until her movement causes it to reappear on the right side.

Molly starts to breathe heavily, and I know she is getting close. I typically can bring her to multiple orgasms before I cum, but tonight the extra thoughts swirling in my head has me just as close to releasing as I believe she is. I look into her eyes and start a low moan.

She picks up her pace a little more and my moans increase in volume. I suddenly feel her pussy contract around my cock, and I know that her body is being rocked by an orgasm. I grabbed her hips and stop her motions, burying my cock inside of her as deep as possible. I feel my sperm traveling inside my body, out through my cock and shoot multiple times into her pussy.

As she calms down, she holds with my cock still deep inside her. She leans over once again and kisses me. This time it is a long, loving kiss as a thank you for the moment that we just had. Soon she climbs off my cock and stands up. She pulls me by the hand, I stand and follow her into our bedroom. We climb onto the bed and snuggle while we relax, only when I know she has fallen asleep in my arms do I partly roll over and fall asleep myself.

The next day, while I am at work, things are slow, and I can text Rebecca about setting up this special occasion. She confirms the date and our address. The plan is for us to go for an early dinner and a movie. When we get back to the house, there will be a note on the table with further instructions. Rebecca will take care of the rest.

I inquire if there is a cost involved with getting this setup. Rebecca replies that most of it will be done through the thrill of participating, but she would let me know if there were any decorations or special items that she needed to purchase.

Over the course of the next couple months, Rebecca texted me a couple times to confirm particulars. Especially when we expected to be home from the movie. I told her we were going to an early show and should be home around 8pm.

As our anniversary approached, Molly sensed I was keeping a secret and didn't want to push me with too many questions. Since she gave me the idea, she had to have known that I was going to make it happen. The details were what she wanted to know, but couldn't ask, and I could tell it was driving her crazy and making her horny. She also didn't push to have sex, thinking that I would want to save up for our anniversary night.

Finally, the Friday of our anniversary, her birthday and Valentines Day rolled around. We had both taken the day off and tried to sleep in. I am so used to waking up before the sun is up that I basically get up naturally just a little after my alarm would have normally sounded. I meander out to the living room and watch TV until it is time to wake Molly. I let her sleep a little longer as I know she is going to want to be awake for tonight.

9am rolls around and I finally walk back into the bedroom. I crawl back into bed and snuggle with her sleeping body. I reach under her top and find a nipple that I start rolling between my fingers. As she begins to wake up, she moans from the attention and occasionally shakes in my arms as I tweak her nipple a little harder.

She asks, "What are the plans for today?"

"After we shower and get ready," I responded, "We are going to go for a little drive and go for a late lunch at a restaurant we have been wanting to try. Afterwards, I have tickets to see the latest romantic comedy that is showing at the theater. After which, it should be time to head home."

"Do we have any sex planned in your schedule for today?" she inquires.

"Do we really need to plan sex?" I ask. "But I think once we get home, we might be able to arrange for some time for something like that."

I twisted her nipple one last time and she almost jumped out of bed from the attention. She quickly pulls her top up and over her head to stand naked in front of me. "I'll get the water warming if you would like to shower with me."

She walks into the bathroom and reaches into the shower to get the water running. I slowly roll out of bed and drop my pajamas before joining her naked in the bathroom. We both brush our teeth while the water warms up. She drops a little toothpaste onto her breast. I reach over and wipe it off with my thumb.

The steam from the shower lets us know it is warm. We open the door and each step in before closing it again. The water feels great as it runs over my naked body and Molly looks amazing as the water cascades down her body. We lean in and kiss as the water rushes over our heads.

She grabs the body wash and squirts a decent amount into both of our hands. I rub my hands together to get a little lather built before I take and slap each of her breasts, causing soap foam to fly off in all directions. My hands start covering her body with soap, making sure to get all the special places on her body. As my hands work their way back across each nipple, she jumps.

Molly quickly gets a lather built up between her hands and slaps them against my butt. She presses her soap covered body against mine and starts to cover my front with soap from her own body while her hands spread the lather over my back. I reach around and start to clean her back as our bodies act as human loofas dispersing the soap.

We rinse and repeat this process a couple times, knowing our bodies are as clean as we can get them. The touch of her skin gliding over my body is keeping me hard. I had crawled into bed to wake her up with a stiff cock, but she has kept it quite hard as she occasionally uses the soap to stroke my cock. Not a lot, just enough to give it a little attention, but not get me too close to a release that might ruin tonight.

We reluctantly turn the water off after removing the soap one final time from our bodies. I watched her dry off and pick out a dress to wear on our date today. As expected, she didn't put panties on, and no additional bra was needed other than the one that was built into the dress.

Slacks and a polo shirt are my chosen attire, as I am unaware of how quickly we might need to undress tonight. Rebecca said she would leave a note, but no further clues had been left by her about what she had planned for tonight.

I had dinner plans at an upscale restaurant, but not one where our attire would cause us to be grossly underdressed. As I drive, the radio keeps playing songs about love and sex. I almost want to turn it off, as it keeps reminding me about what tonight will bring. At the same time, if I turn it off, my wife might want to see if she can get more information about tonight out of me.

I occasionally look over at Molly sitting in the passenger seat. I admire how the cut of her dress forms around her breasts before sweeping down her body and emphasizes her legs as they extend from under the fabric. I wish I could fast forward to tonight, but dinner and a movie must come first.

I knew Rebecca would need time to get everything situated back at the house, but an hour-long drive to dinner also meant an hour-long drive home with the anticipation of what was about to happen. We finally pulled into the parking lot of the quaint Italian restaurant where I had the reservations. I lean over and kiss my wife and wish her a happy anniversary.

From the outside, it looked like just a large house that had been converted into a restaurant. I held the front door open and followed behind my wife. The inside had been amazingly remodeled to look just like you were sitting on the veranda of the Italian countryside. The ceiling was painted a beautiful sky blue, and the walls had a mural of a vineyard on the coast.

"I love it," Molly says. "I had forgotten this place was even here."

The hostess takes us to our table and the waiter pours us a couple glasses of wine. Molly decides on the alfredo pasta special the waiter describes. I go for lasagna as my meal.

My wife takes my hand and says, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I quickly respond.

"So is your plan to wine and dine me and hope that you can get lucky tonight," she playfully says right before taking a sip of wine.

"I think we both know where tonight is heading," as I play along with her comment. "But yes, I hope to show my lady a wonderful afternoon and evening in hopes of getting to see that dress drop from your shoulders tonight."

I held her hand and we talked. She doesn't try and get any more information out of me about tonight, not that I truly have any details to give her. The waiter eventually arrives with our dinner and asks if we would like cheese on our meals. Molly is the only one that asks for a little over her pasta.

As the waiter is shredding the cheese, she reaches for her napkin and tries to tie it around her neck. The waiter asks if she would prefer a bib, which she agrees to. He makes some hand gestures, and another waiter brings over a bib, which is ceremoniously draped over her chest and tied around her neck.

Soon enough, we get our fill of this great tasting food and are ready to enjoy the movie. Before we can go, the waiter stops us and brings my wife a small dessert with a candle in it. Behind him are other waiters and they sing Happy Birthday to my wife. She looks in my direction and I can tell her eyes are asking why I put her up to the embarrassment of getting serenaded.

The movie theater is just a couple blocks away, but with reserved seats, we arrive just in time for the movie to start. My wife leans over and gives me a kiss and whispers "Thank you for a great dinner." She reaches over and places her hand on my knee, and I place my hand on top of hers.

During the movie, I reach my arm around her neck and pull her next to me. My arm is just long enough that my elbow can bend down so I can reach inside her dress with my hand and cup a breast. She shivers a little with the attention. I look around and confirm that the other couple on our row are both looking straight ahead at the screen, and not paying any attention to us.

As the tension of the movie is ramping up to the sex scene, I remove my arm from around Molly's neck. I lean over and kiss her gently as the couple on the screen kiss. As the movie couple drop their clothes from their bodies, I lean forward and reach between her legs. She spreads her legs a little as I run my finger up the inside of her leg.

On the screen, all we can see is the head and shoulders of the woman moving up and down, but the assumption is that she is riding her lover. My finger reaches my wife's pussy, and it is quite wet. I begin to slide my finger inside and I hear my wife let a moan out. I continue to finger my wife while the sex scene is going on but stop when they cut to another scene.

I bring my finger up to my nose and smell her juices before taking a long lick. To my surprise, my wife pulls my arm toward her so she can also lick my finger clean of the juices that are left. When she lets my arm go, we lean together and exchange a long kiss with quite a lot of tongue. At this point I would climb between her legs right in the theater, but maybe another anniversary with no one else sitting on the row.

After the movie, she takes my arm, and we walk back to the car. We exchange a couple more kisses and hop in the car for the hour-long drive home. My wife is not playing fair as she has hiked her dress up so that I can see her pussy. She occasionally plays with it, but she doesn't want to over stimulate herself. My cock has been semi-stiff most of the night, but the drive home and my wife being all the eye candy I can handle has caused my cock to become rock hard in my pants.

We arrive home and kiss once again before opening the front door. I ask, "Are you ready for your surprise?"

"Yes," she said as she opened the door.

We step inside and the only light that is on in the living room is on the entry table, shining on a note.

Molly picks it up and reads it. "Happy Anniversary to one loving couple and Happy Birthday to one hot chick. Both of you need to strip naked and meet us in the basement for your party. Love, Rebecca."

"Is this party based on my suggestion," She asks.

"Yes." As I start working on my shoes and belt.

Molly turns around and I help her with the zipper of her dress. As she turns back around, she allows the dress to drop from her shoulders to stand naked in front of me. Her skin glows as the one and only light source in the room shines on her. She helps me with my shirt, and I quickly drop my pants, allowing my cock to spring from its confinement.

We have been ready for tonight for the entire day, if not more. But finally, we are standing naked in front of each other, not sure exactly what to truly expect from this party downstairs. Molly steps forward and wraps her arms around my body, pressing her breasts against my chest. We kiss one final time before making our way to the door leading to the stairs.