I Have a Surprise for You

"I have a surprise for you." That is all that was in the text that my husband sent.

Of course I asked, "What is it?" I got no response for over 30 minutes. He knew that my curiosity would be driving me crazy, and I think that's probably why he does it. He knew that I would be sitting at home, out by the pool, or out running errands and his stupid little text would drive me bonkers wondering what his surprise is.

I suppose it wouldn't have been so bad if in the past his surprises weren't so awesome. His surprises could mean anything from a trip to Bali, a lavish gift from Tiffany's, or something equally awesome, so you can understand my interest in what his surprise might be.

My husband, John, and I have a pretty great life. A few years ago, John sold his business which left us with more than enough money to retire comfortably although John, in his early 40s now, felt he was way too young to retire. So, he started a consulting business which allows him to work when he wants and take off as much time as he wants. He loves helping technology start-ups get off the ground and he is really good at it. He often will take part of the compensation for his consulting with a nice paycheck but usually he will also take a small percentage of the business. That doesn't always work out, but it works out often enough that he has been able to take us on some fabulous adventures.

We had a very non-traditional sex life before COVID, where John shared me with some of his friends. By shared, I mean he let 4 of his friends fuck my brains out on a regular basis, sometimes while he watched or participated, but also any time he was away. We had great neighbors, and we had an amazing time. My husband enjoyed sharing me as much as I enjoyed being shared. We weren't swapping with our friends and neighbors, I was just having sex with my husband's friends, Avery, James, Chris and Mike, either individually or sometimes all at once. John was not having sex with anyone else.

I know it makes me sound like a slut and my husband a cuckhold. The truth is, I guess maybe I am a slut, but I wouldn't consider my husband a cuckhold, and he isn't interested in sleeping with other women. My husband once referred to me as being like the Mona Lisa of sex. He says it would be a shame if a collector were to hide away the Mona Lisa, only to be viewed in private. The Mona Lisa should be shared with the world. I don't think that my husband really wants me to be shared with the whole world, but he loves to see me happy, and sex with his friends makes me happy. There is no man that I would rather be with than John as a husband, but there are a few men that I truly enjoy making happy and that make me feel very good. James, Avery, Chris and Mike were definitely on that list. Oh, and Chris and Avery's wives too but that is a different story.

That part of our life pretty much ended when John sold his business, and we spent a few years traveling the world. Then when COVID hit, we pretty much stuck to ourselves like everyone else, and we took advantage of just being together. The worst part about COVID was that things with our friends changed. Avery and his wife, my best friend, moved to be closer to her parents. They are less than 2 hours away, but it was hard, going from being right next door, less than a minute away, to planning a 4 hour round trip. James and his wife, another good friend of mine, ended up divorcing and she moved out of state. James sold their house which was across the street and down two houses from us and took an apartment in downtown Dallas. We still see Chris and his wife occasionally, but they have kind of moved out of the friend circle and Mike was our lawyer for the business. Since we don't have the business any longer, it is rare to see him.

I have some very fond memories of those days that I frequently re-visit when John is traveling without me. Although I don't have my boys any longer, I still have my toys, and my memories.

So, I wasn't sure what to expect from John's message, and because that part of our lives seemed to be over and done, I never suspected what John had planned.

John never did respond, and when he finally came home an hour later, I was a bit out of sorts and dying with anticipation. He wasn't carrying anything, so I knew it wasn't going to be a present. Although he could tell that I wanted to know what the surprise was, he remained his calm, cool self, and let me linger. He gave me a quick kiss and headed to the fridge to get a beer. He looked over at me and asked, "Want one?"

I was done with his little game and walked over to him and punched him in the chest, just hard enough to get his attention. "I don't want a beer; you know what I want!" He started to laugh, and I punched him again.

"Ouch, okay, okay, I'll tell you."

Then he began to not tell me by asking, "Guess who's coming to dinner?" I instinctively said "Sidney Poitier" and he just smiled and said, "Unfortunately, my dear, Mr. Poitier has passed away and thus, will not be joining us."

I pounced again and grabbed his shirt with both fists and insisted that he tell me. I can't even begin to tell you how big my smile must have been when he told me that both Avery and James were coming to dinner and how excited they were to see me. It had probably been 2 or maybe 3 months since I had seen Avery and his wife and even longer for James.

I immediately went into planning mode and started thinking about what to make for dinner when John said, "Stop." He had already contacted one of his friends that he golfs with, a chef at a wonderful little Italian restaurant that we visit regularly, to have food sent over for the four of us, not to mention a few bottles of wine. That made my smile even bigger.

I realized that I was a bit of a mess. I had taken a shower earlier, but I had also been outside working in the garden a little and I hadn't done anything with my hair. John saw the look in my eyes and just told me to go get ready and then added, "Put on something sexy, I want them drooling at how hot my wife is."

I tried not to run but I was certainly walking pretty fast when I stopped and asked what time they were coming. He said they would be here in about an hour and a half. I said, "Okay," and then stopped and turned again and asked, "How sexy?"

John said, "Very sexy." I started to turn, and then looked back at John again, "Are you sure?"

Again, he said, "Very sure," and he gave me a little wink.

I hurried off to the bathroom to shower. I kept thinking to myself about what John had said, and what that meant, and why the wink. I decided I better take my razor and tidy up the few stray hairs that somehow escaped the laser back in the day when I had decided to zap pretty much every hair below my neck. I know that it isn't really in fashion any longer to be completely bald, but I love the way it feels and have no qualms about not having fashionable pubic hair that constantly needs trimming. Besides, John loves going down on me without having to fumble through a jungle.

I scrubbed every inch and then covered myself in lotion. I wanted to be soft and supple and smell nice too when I hugged my two favorite guy friends. Avery is handsome, 6' 4" tall, and built like a professional football player. He towers over me and when he hugs me, he envelops my entire body with his long arms, and his broad shoulders and chest. James is about 6' tall and the last time I saw him, he had obviously been spending time at the gym. He is strikingly handsome with a dazzling smile, and I can imagine that now that he is single, women are swarming all over him. Not that they weren't before, which likely had something to do with his divorce.

I was still naked, standing in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear when John came into the room. He smiled and told me I was absolutely glowing. I winked and told him it was just my moisturizer. He said, "I don't think so," but didn't say anything else.

I told him I was trying to decide what to wear. He said, "Why don't you wear that light blue top that I like, the crop top thing with the buttons."

The crop top thing with the buttons is a little cornflower blue knit top that is sleeveless, has a little collar, is cut very low, and has only four buttons that barely hold it together while leaving a huge amount of cleavage. I don't usually like to wear it because it leaves about 6 to 8 inches of my belly showing if I am wearing jeans or a skirt, and I, like most women my age, are very conscientious about showing their belly. I'm not a hard body but my tummy is pretty flat, and I do have to admit that I have toned up over the last few months from working out. I am by far my harshest critic and even I thought I was looking pretty good. So, I said to myself, okay, maybe.

"And then wear that cute little flowered skirt you wore to the bar last week." He was talking about a short little wrap-around skirt that ties around the waist and sits low on my hips. It's very short but kind of sassy and one that I like a lot. I have to be careful when I'm sitting or bending over, or I can easily flash someone my butt cheeks or my panties.

The colors match, and I do like both things, and frankly, I don't mind looking a little sexy for my buddies. I opened my drawer to get some panties and John quickly picked out a tiny little white lace thong that barely covers anything and is almost see-through. He told me that little scrap of lace would be perfect.

I gave him my best evil eye look and asked, "Are you trying to show off your wife to your friends?"

John, always a man of few words just smiled and said, "Yes." I responded with an okay, but warned him that with that skirt, there is a good chance that his friends are going to get an eye-full at some point of my round little butt or my panties. Again, just a smile and then a wink from him.

I have a bra that matches the little panties and when I went to pull it out of the drawer, John grabbed my hand and told me I didn't need a bra.

"You want me to wear this little top without a bra?" Very matter-of-factly, John said, "Yes, that is exactly what I want."

I tried to explain to him that top is already a little small, and it shows a lot of skin, and my boobs aren't as perky as they used to be, and how he knows how my nipples can pretty much poke through steel, and he didn't care one bit. "You don't need a bra," was all he said, and then he turned and left.

By the way, my boobs are big. I am a 34DD and on my frame they look huge. I will never pass the pencil test, but I have fought gravity well enough to still look pretty good. Without a bra, they will swing and sway and draw a lot of attention. And my nipples are always pokey. On a good day they stick out a good third of an inch. A cool breeze or brush against a well-muscled arm can send them to the size of a thimble in a heartbeat. Needless to say, they draw a lot of attention just by themselves, and with no bra and that thin little top, I thought to myself, "It's very likely somebody could lose an eye tonight." But, then again, I don't mind giving my guys a little show to make them remember what they aren't getting any longer.

I put on the outfit and looked in the mirror. The top is cut so low the amount of cleavage showing was ridiculous and with the 3-inch heels on the white strappy sandals I picked, my legs looked long, and my skirt looked short. I looked a little slutty and felt a little scared, and a little shy, and maybe a little too excited.

I went downstairs and when John saw me, he gave a big wolf whistle. I went up and planted a big kiss right on his lips, pushing my untethered boobs right into his chest. He grabbed me and pulled me close and kissed me again and told me that I was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

I started to back away and John reached out and grabbed the top button on my little blouse and he pulled it open, and then the next one down, which left my big boobs just barely held in the skimpy top. Lastly, he unbuttoned the bottom one which left one little button holding my top together. It was already being stretched and I felt as though if I took too big of a breath, it would simply pop, and my top would just fly open, and the button would take out someone's eye. My nipples were already hard from rubbing against the soft material but before I could stop him, John grabbed both nipples, and pinched them and pulled them, which caused them to swell even bigger, and me to swoon.

"There, that's perfect," he said. I could see my reflection in the glass door leading out to our patio. I looked like a hooker. I was also wet between my legs and could feel the thin lace of my panties starting to slide between the lips of my pussy.

I looked at John and said, "You know that dressed like this, they are going to want to fuck me." John just laughed and told me that they would want to fuck me if I was wearing a full-length parka and snow-shoes which made me snort with laughter.

I asked, "What are you going to do if they try something? You know that James is going to, and Avery will want to."

"Well, let them. I know they want to fuck you. All you have to do is decide whether you want them to, or not."

That's when it hit me. My dear husband had dressed me up like a slut and invited his two best friends over to his house to fuck his wife while he watched or maybe participated. It wasn't the first time, but it had been a long time. I didn't know what to think.

Okay, that isn't true. John, my husband, has the most beautiful cock and it is perfect for making love. His 7 inches of smooth, beautiful cock satisfies me completely and when we make love, his perfect cock and his never waning desire for me fulfill me completely. If I could never experience another man for the rest of my life, I would choose John every time and would never complain. However, James and Avery bring a different perspective.

James is what my mother would have called a hound. He is sniffing for sex constantly and although his cock is close to the same length as John, he has significantly more girth. His cock is perfect for fucking. James and I have never made love, but when he fucked me, that thick cock stretched me in ways that drove me crazy and made me cum over and over. James would tell you that he loves me, but our relationship was pure lust. His and mine.

Avery on the other hand, is a sweet, shy, gentle giant, until his cock gets in me. When his cock slides in my pussy a switch flips and he turns into a full-on bad boy that isn't afraid to fuck the crap out of me, call me dirty names, take charge, and use me just exactly the way I like it. He has a huge cock, and although he is thicker than John, he is not quite as thick as James, but is 3 or 4 inches longer and reaches places no man has ever been before. I have taken him fully down my throat and in my pussy, and he punishes my cervix and stretches me to no end. I am sore for days afterwards, but while we are fucking, it is indescribable.

With all of that said about my love for John and my lust for James and Avery, there was still that part of me that I don't understand about John sharing me with his friends, and how I turn into a complete slut for them. It doesn't seem right, but it feels so good. I hadn't felt that in over 2 years and to be honest, at that moment, I wanted it more than anything.

John fixed me a vodka and tonic and I pretty much gulped it down. I was really nervous. I wanted to make sure that he was okay with this even though he pretty much set the whole thing up.

I asked him again if this was what I thought it was. That he had invited his friends over, and he was going to be alright if they had sex with me. He just smiled at me and explained that he loves me, he wants me to be happy, he knows I love sex, and that he loves to watch me have sex. So, I guess that about covered it.

I was about to have sex with my husband's best friends again, while he watched or maybe joined in. It sounds so weird in my head, but it has happened before, and it went on for over a year or more at one point with zero repercussions. Even if John wasn't with me when they were literally fucking my brains out, I called him and told him every little detail of what we did. There were no secrets, there was no affair, there was nothing I ever left out.

Back then, Avery's wife knew what was going on and she had even invited me on their tenth wedding anniversary to give Avery a threesome as an anniversary gift. That was a wild night. I don't think that Jame's wife ever knew, but I don't think that it was me that caused their break-up either.

I literally jumped when I heard the doorbell. They were finally here, at our house again and I couldn't wait to see them, but John beat me to the door. Just before he opened the door, he pinched both of my nipples again which were already hard and made them even harder.

Avery was the first to come through the door and he no sooner gave John that awkward man-hug thing, than I literally jumped into his arms. He caught me and lifted me off the ground, giving me a peck on the lips and then swinging me around as he hugged me. He said, "I'm glad you seem to be as happy to see me as much as I am to see you!"

I gave him another peck on the cheek, and he slowly lowered me to the ground, making sure that my boobs rubbed right down his chest. I saw him look at me and then my boobs which were pretty much just hanging out, as I backed away.

I then quickly turned to James and pulled him into a hug and gave him a peck on the lips as well. James held me close for a moment and then gently pushed me away and said he wanted to get a good look at me. At least at my boobs, which he hungrily did. "Tabby, you look fantastic! You are amazing." That made me smile.

I ushered them in toward the kitchen and asked them if they wanted a beer, which of course they both did. The weather was great, so we decided to sit out on the patio. I started on my second vodka tonic while they drank their beer, and we caught up on all the latest news.

Guys really suck at getting details. James was telling us about his ex-wife, one of my former good friends. She had already met someone, and they were evidently talking about marriage, so I asked what he was like, what did he do for a living, where did they meet, were they living together, was she happy, how often did he talk to her, and the most I got for an answer was a shrug of the shoulders.

Avery was no better when I asked about his mother-in-law's health. She was the reason they had moved. After another long series of unanswered questions, I got a solid, "I think she is doing better now."

I got up when I heard the doorbell ring and made sure I swung my hips a little more than usual as I walked into the house. The catering truck from the restaurant was delivering the food and the guy who was carrying the bags of food into the house got an eyeful of my boobs. He was so cute trying desperately not to stare at me. He was a good-looking college age kid, and I made quite a show of bending over to get my purse to give him a tip. I think he may have gotten a little bit of a view of my bottom, or at least I think he did based on the lump that had formed in his jeans. To make it worse for him, I looked right at it, and then up to his face with a big smile.

I handed him two twenties, holding the money close to my cleavage before reaching out to him. He thanked me profusely as he backed out the door. As soon as the door closed, I began giggling hysterically, even snorting a laugh as I began to check out the food.

I glanced out the door to see that the guys had finished or were close to finishing their beer, and I grabbed three more and started to take them to them. Just as I got to the door, I held the bottles against my nipples to see if I could get them a little harder. It worked like a charm and my little bullet buddies stood proudly at attention while I delivered the drinks. I told the guys I was going to heat up the food and then we could eat, after which I again swiveled my ass back into the kitchen.