I remember back one year when I was still in my twenties. My birthday was in one week. I didn't want a party or anything really formal, but Brett, my husband, wanted to give me something special. I had practically everything I wanted and needed, so I figured he was going to arrange something sexual, because we had done that sort of thing before. Brett said he was going to give me a birthday present I would never forget, but would not get into any details. I was going crazy that whole week just thinking about what adventure lie ahead for me. He was excited because he knew what was going to happen; I was excited because I didn't.
"Danielle, you are going to love your birthday present! I think you are going to see things in a different way after Tuesday" he said.
"Aren't you going to give me a hint" I pleaded.
"No, that would spoil the surprise, but you'll need to dress appropriately" said Brett. Then he went into his closet and grabbed a box and handed it to me to open.
"Something like this" he said.
I opened the box and pulled out this really cute black minidress. It was really sexy and really short. I loved it. I hugged and kissed Brett and asked if he'd like me to try it on. He said not now, so I could tell that whatever he had planned had to be pretty awesome. Funny, but I could hardly wait to turn twenty eight.
Well the days went by and still not a word about Tuesday from Brett. He was determined to make it a surprise for me. My girlfriends Wendy and Rachel kept asking about Brett's arrangement, the details, and such.
"You mean you have no clue what he's going to do?" asked Rachel.
"Really. You know there's sex involved, but you can't figure it out?" Wendy asked.
"No. I honestly don't know. But I do know that it'll be crazy. Brett told me I'd see things differently or something" I told them.
Tuesday morning I woke up to find Brett gone already. He left a note on my nightstand that simply readβHappy Birthday. I'll see you later. I showered and got dressed and the phone rang. It was Brett.
"Happy birthday baby. I want you to put on your dress and meet me at the Sheraton downtown at two o'clock, room 832" he told me.
"Ok baby, I'll see you there. I love you" I told him, then hung up the phone. I was so anxious that I must have pee'd three times before I left the house. My pussy was dripping wet with anticipation of the unknown that I was about to experience. Brett didn't know it, but his plan was already working, because I was having the best day without even doing anything yet.
I got to the hotel and took the elevator to the eighth floor and walked to the room. The door was unlocked, so I stepped inside. It was a huge suite with different rooms. I walked into the main room and found Brett sitting on this big couch with two good looking young black men, both dressed in suits and looking very attractive and one totally gorgeous blonde woman, probably close to my age. She was wearing the exact same dress I was wearing. I am a C cup, but this girl was D all the way; her body was just on fire.
So I'm just standing in front of all these strange people and Brett gets up, stands behind me putting his arm around my waist and says "These are some new friends of mine Danielle. You don't know them, but that's all going to change soon."
I didn't say a word. Brett lets go of me, approaches the blonde, pulls her onto her feet by her hand, and walks her over to stand next to me, then proceeds to sit down with the other guys. The blonde whispers hello and tells me her name is Christine, then moved behind me and began to caress my body with her hands. I was instantly turned on. This chick was beautiful and she was all over me. She reached up and felt my breasts, gently cupping them with her palms. We both turned towards each other and French kissed. I had my hands all over her at this point. God was she hot. I wanted to run my tongue over her entire body right there.