John has a special anniversary present. Meant to be read with John Fowles' Frederick (The Collector) or a similarly disturbed character in mind.
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John is very much in love with his wife, and he wants to do everything he can to give her a night she'll never forget. And she won't, but not quite in the way he had planned. Were his good intentions too much for her? Will she ever understand he only did it because he loved her...?
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It was their two-year anniversary, and John had a very special present for Carol.
He knew from a friend of hers how she always used to fantasize about sex with a lot of men. Not just two, or even three, but a whole group. He knew she wanted to find out how many cocks she could handle at once, and he knew that her ideal number would be eight. Two in her cunt, one in her ass, one in each hand, two in her mouth, one between her boobs. John couldn't quite envision how this construction would be possible, but he knew that if he saw it happening before his eyes, he'd find a way.
He had planned everything carefully. He had hired ten gigolos, all handsome and all very expensive, and he would have them waiting in the hall while Carol and he ate the dinner he had cooked. Then he would lead her into the bathroom, tell her to put on the lingerie she found there, and go into the bedroom. He'd have her lie on the bed, her eyes closed, and have all of these men come in and surround her. Then when she opened her eyes, she would be looking up at ten of the world's most beautiful men (Carol's best friend Sophie had helped John pick them out, and he trusted her judgement), and she would be so very grateful that he had set all of this up for her.
But that was just the way he planned it. Right now, he was waiting for Carol to come home from Sophie's house, who had talked to her and convinced her to shower and put on a nice dress at her place, so she could surprise him.
But right now, he was all alone, standing in the kitchen, looking at the shript cocktails he had carefully prepared, checking up on the casserole in the stove, and making sure the liquor pudding was stiff yet.
Then the bell rang.
He jumped up, ran down the stairs, and waited for a moment to straighten out his clothes. Then he opened the door.
In front of him stood Carol, looking ravishing in a sparkly black dress, her dark hair pinned up elegantly.
She looked surprised to find him here, in his dress pants and a silk shirt, and to smell the exotic dishes luring her up the stairs.
She kissed him passionately, and he led her up to the dining table, which he had decorated with candles and roses.
None of them had spoken a word.
He sat Carol down, and went to get the shrimp cocktails.
"John.." Carol said in awe, "this is amazing!"
"Glad to hear, darling." He said.
It was quiet again. They ate their shrimps in silence, and then the casserole. They sipped their red wine, Carol in silent admiration, John in anticipation of her reaction when she found out what his real gift was.
When he was about to serve dessert, the doorbell rang again.
Quickly he dashed down the stairs, taking care to close the door to the hall. He greeted the ten men, all looking smart and well-groomed, and whispering led them into the hall.
"Who is that?" Carol called down.
"Jove's witnesses!" John yelled back, and whispered to the men, "Don't make a noise. I'll come and get you in a few minutes. Carol doesn't know yet."
He closed the door, and crept back up the stairs.
He could hardly eat. He was so very tense, wanted so much that everything went as planned, that Carol would appreciate his gift, and not freak out at it and leave.
When they had finally finished their pudding, he ushered Carol into the bathroom.
"I have another surprise for you," he said. "Put on the lingerie you'll find on top of the cabinet, and go into the bathroom. Wait there with your eyes closed. I have one last thing to take care of."
Carol was surprised, but not too much, exactly as John had hoped. He left her to change, and went down into the hall.
There he found all ten men, some sitting on the floor, but most still standing exactly as he'd left them.
"Now," he whispered, "I want you to come up behind me, and make as little noise as you can. Carol is lying in the bedroom, and she doesn't know. I've told you everything before, and nothing's changed, really. I still want you to make her feel good, and to make her explore her limits, okay?"
"Okay." Everyone whispered in unison.
"When you get into the room, form a circle around the bed, until she opens her eyes."
John led the group of men, who were remarkably silent, into the bedroom. Carol giggled slightly as she heard the door opening, but kept her eyes closed. John sat down in a chair in the corner of the room, and the men positioned themselves around the bed.
"Open your eyes now." John said, his voice betraying his excitement.
He heard a little shriek from Carol, but nothing more. He couldn't see her reaction because his vision was entirely blocked by the men, but he thought she was doing alright.
