Happy Birthday
The doorbell rang just as I was heading to the shower. I quickly put on a robe, walked to the front and looked through the peek hole. Nobody there. Curious, I opened the door and saw an envelope at my feet. "Happy Birthday" was written on the outside of an envelope. I stepped inside, closed the door and opened the envelope. Inside was a folded white card. I pulled it out and opened it.
"Jennifer, Go to The Wright Building 123 Gilson St at 10 AM. Take the elevator to the 4
th
floor and press the doorbell at Room 403, The Pleasure Company. Do whatever is requested of you."
This was just like my husband Michael. Total intrigue. Michael was a successful mystery writer with over a dozen books translated in seven languages. I've lost count of how many millions of copies have been sold. His first book was just being printed when we married fifteen years ago. I was three years out of college working as an editor at Michael's publishing house. One day, he asked me to have coffee with him and I found him to be very grounded and funny in a self deprecating kind of way. He asked me out a week later and then we began dating regularly. Nine months later we got engaged and six months later we married.
We had regular, what I would call "pure vanilla" sex which I found very satisfying and within a year we had our first child and a year after that we had our second child. Obviously, children greatly lesson the frequency and intensity of sexual activity. Parenting is enormously tiring for both parents and privacy can be very fleeting. But Michael and I managed to maintain a somewhat normal, albeit limited, sexual relationship.
Michael writes 8 hours a day with a break for lunch. I took care of the kids all day until both boys attended school full time. Now I am part time soccer mom and part time editor for Michael.
I have noticed over the past few years that the sexual scenes in Michael's stories have gotten increasingly erotic, weird, and out of norm. Sometimes I have to look up or ask him about terms like butt plug or golden shower. Some of the characters bring a flush to my face when reading about their unusual love activities. It certainly wasn't the kind of sex we practiced. I asked Michael about the increased eroticism and he replied "It's true. Sex sells and the millennials want sex on steroids."
Back to the birthday card. I was just heading to the shower when the doorbell rang, so I took off my robe and turned the shower on and let the water heat up. I removed my underwear and slowly entered the shower and let the soothing water run over my body. I am 5'7' with an athlete's body. I have no flab on me. 34B boobs and a tight butt. I admired my body after the shower and loved how my thighs so framed my naturally perfect V of my bush. We have a very large workout area and I use it daily. Michael works out three or four days a week. As a family we eat right. It is good for us and good for the boys.
I slipped on some casual clothes and drove the address I was given and made my way to room 403 and pressed the doorbell? I was taken aback when the door opened and revealed a svelte black woman wearing black thigh high stockings, tight panties, and a black sheer bra. She had a necklace with one pearl hanging beneath her neck. She was wearing high-heels. She had very fine facial features, and her hair was in afro style about 10" thick encircling her head like a black halo. She was stunning. "Please, step in."
Inside the door was another beautiful woman. A blond, with hair falling to her shoulders. "I'm Kate and this is Kaline." Kate was wearing a garter and white stockings, a sheer white thong and sheer bra which labored to hold her ample breasts. She also had a pearl necklace. She also had on heels. Both women looked to be in their early twenties. I felt awkward standing in front of these very attractive women whose bodies exuded sexuality. "Jennifer you received word you are to do whatever we asked?"
I answered "Yes. But what's this about? Is Michael here?"
"You'll see." They said together. They took me into an adjoining room that had a table holding lingerie and a soft chair.
"You need to undress completely."
"Completely? In front of you?" This was so unusual. I was at least 15 year older than these two.
"Yes. Do as you are told."
I felt embarrassed, but I undressed. Kate and Kaline then clothed me in nude thigh high stockings, brown high heels, brown crotchless panties and a brown shelf bra. Their hands were all over my body. I had never worn crotchless panties or a shelf bra before. When I looked in the full length mirror on the wall, I saw my nipples were hard and were elevated slightly upward by the bra.
They wrapped a leather band around each of my wrists which were held in place with velcro straps. The wrist restraints had a metal ring attached to them They place similar bands around each of my ankles. One of Michael's stories had a woman dressed like this and I wondered if Michael was orchestrating a little kink for us. Finally they put a leather chocker with a metal ring on it around my neck. I began to tremble when a leather leash was attached to the chocker. Kaline grabbed the leash up near the chocker, pulled me to her face and kissed me, tongue hot in my mouth. "Oh my God! Wha...Kaline!" I had never kissed a girl. It took my breath away.
"Let's go, sweetie." Kaline said.
The women led me to an adjoining room. It was very dark with small red lights breaking total darkness. In the middle of the room was a piece of furniture that looked like a kneeler prayer bench, except the kneeler was padded leather with metal rings in various places and the bench part, where you would typically place your hands was lower and extended outward. It was padded leather and had metal rings in a few locations. A person attached to this device would not be kneeling with their back straight, but rather would kneeling forward at a 45 degree angle and the rear of the person would be up and prominent.
The women attached me to the device. My hands were secured about four inches apart and my legs were spread wide and locked in place. I was held tight. The girls then put a black silk sleep mask around my eyes. At this point, fear overtook me. I was absolutely frightened. "I don't want to do this. Get me off this. Where is Michael? I demand to see Michael!"
"Michael said you do everything we ask."
"Tell Michael I don't want to do this!"
"Too late, Sweetie. It's the start of your birthday present. Enjoy."
Then both women began taking turns kissing me, holding the leash close to the chocker. I knew which one was kissing me first by their perfume and then by their technique. I couldn't help but feel my pussy warming. I had never kissed another woman this way and it excited me. My blood was running hot in my veins. I was relaxing and enjoying the fact that I was being used by these young sexy women.. I could feel my pussy getting damp. Suddenly I felt an object moving across my anus. A finger was applying a jelly like substance to my asshole. Then I felt an object being slowly inserted into my anus. It was pushed in a bit, then taken back. It was being pushed slowly, deliberately and then, over a few minutes, I felt my anus stretching and stretching wider. Suddenly I felt the object sucked into my butt. " Oh my God!" I guessed that it was a but plug, something I had never worn.
"Relax Sweetie, enjoy all the new feelings."
I was still enjoying the kissing and getting used to the sensation in my butt when suddenly the head of a cock was dragged back and forth across my lips. "Open your mouth, cunt." Not Michael. A voice I didn't recognize. The cock began to fuck my mouth. Slow at first then faster. I tasted pre cum. I couldn't move my head much because the man held the leash. Then the leash went slack and a few moments later I felt the cock moving up and down between my labia. "Now I'm going to fuck your cunt."
