Ann & I had been married for about 7 years when her 35th approached. We had a fun filled marriage, and were very open with each other trying hard to keep no secrets. We also did not believe in trying to live the other one's life for them. Ann had a few nights of lustful adventures during our seven years, but she always came home admitting it and asking my forgiveness right away, which I gave freely. It always happened when she would go out with the girls from work for drinks after the work day was over. She would drink too much and often would call me to come get her and we would pick up her car the next day. Sometimes, she would not call and those were the evenings she would "pass out" after fucking some other guy.
Her birthday was approaching, and I decided to give her a surprise party. As it worked out that was pretty easy. It was on a Friday night, and I had a few of the girls from work get her to go out for a "birthday drink" -- They called me to come join them after a couple rounds and I left my cousin with a key to get everyone in the condo while we were out. Normally it would be obvious as we approached the house that there was a party going on because parking was scarce, but my cousin arranged a shuttle bus from the parking lot of the shopping center across the street.
I interviewed several strippers (male) and took my cousin's wife along to help me make the choice. The object was to pick someone Ann would enjoy and probably let herself go too far with in front of al her friends. Alcohol really removed all her inhibitions.
As we approached home, I told Ann that just she & I would go out tomorrow night (her real birthday) for a nice romantic dinner to her favorite restaurant, a quiet French place near the airport. She had no idea the condo was full of about 75 of her friends. I had called from the bar (when I went to the bathroom before leaving, so they had a lookout to spot our car and get everyone situated to surprise Ann. When we entered through the kitchen door (it lead to the garage), everything seemed normal, and Ann turned left instinctively to go in our bedroom suite. I called to her from the living room to come look out the window at what the neighbors were doing. (They were pretty crazy at times). She wandered out to be greeted by everyone wishing her happy birthday with a big cake and 35 candles glowing.
From there, the evening progressed into a nice gathering where everyone enjoyed themselves. At precisely 11 pm. The stripper arrived knocking at the door saying he had run out of gas and wanted to use our phone. Ann answered the door and told him to come on in. Jerry (the stripper) had seen several pictures of Ann, so he knew exactly who his target was. He was clever, calling AAA or some car club and telling us they were going to take an hour to get to him. It was late November and cold outside, so we told him just to relax and enjoy the party while he waited. Ann seated herself on the sofa and it was perfect, because the friends sitting on her right excused themselves to get a drink. Jerry plopped down on the sofa next to Ann and started asking her about the party and she admitted it was for her birthday. Jerry said: "Birthday! Well, that calls for a celebration. When he said that, we knew what music to put on the stereo and we cranked it up a bit. Jerry said he didn't know so he didn't bring a present, but he wanted to give her something anyway. By this time, Ann had several drinks and was loose, so she just went along with his craziness. He jumped up and started gyrating to the music and said it was warm in the house. He ripped off his shirt exposing a very muscular torso (exactly the kind Ann went crazy over) and continued dancing right in front of Ann. She must have been a little more wiped out that I thought, because she still had not realized this was a hired male stripper. He pulled her up off the couch and had her start dancing with him. He had tear-away pants on and he took her hands at his waist and grabbed the waist band ripping the Velcro away and pulling down his pants making it look like she did it.
Jerry was perfect. He was down to his bikini briefs and complained to Ann that she was still fully dressed. He told her they would have to do something about that. I could tell by the glassy look in Ann's eyes that she was captivated by the situation. She did not resist as he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt from the back. He let it drop to the floor, and Ann just kept dancing with him. She had her arms around his waist with her hands planted on his ass.
They danced like that for a minute or two before he asked her if he should remove his bottoms. She didn't bother to answer him as she grasped the waistband and pulled his briefs to the floor. He had about half an erection and was well endowed. She immediately took his dick in her hand and stroked it gently. He then reached around her quickly unfastening her bra and pulling it off. This was the first sign of hesitation on Ann's part, but she did not let go of his proud member.
What happened next had to be a large part due to the alcohol. Ann stumbled a little, her tits bouncing in their freedom, and she sat down on the couch. Jerry plopped right down next to her and began kissing her and fondling her tits. She still had her red briefs on, but otherwise she was as naked as Jerry. She then bent down and took his big dick in her mouth and began bobbing up and down on it with her hands feeling all over Jerry's body. Jerry pulled her off and stood her back up declaring that she was still "dressed". Immediately he lowered her bikini bottoms to the floor and laid her down on the couch. She arched her back and raised her pelvis of the couch inviting Jerry to enter her. He told her "not yet" and pushed his dick back in front of her mouth. Her told her she had to take his cum fully in her mouth, then turn and show her open mouth filled with his spunk to everyone, then swallow it totally. He told her then he would get hard again and fuck her as long as she wanted it.