Happy Birthday Love

"Baby, what I should wear for your party this Saturday? Any special requests?"

My 28

th

birthday was approaching and as usual, my wife Mariel let me pick her outfit as part of my birthday present.

This year, she had planned for us to go to a Salsa and Bachata nightclub and do some dancing. She loved dancing and was a great dancer, which was the total opposite of my situation. To put it simply - I was a horrible dancer, not to mention Salsa or Bachata.

"I'm thinking leather leggings, leather jacket, and strappy heels? I bet you'd look so hot in the full leather-look, what do you think?"

"Cat woman, biker girl vibes... it

has

been kind of chilly lately. I love the idea!" she said.

The reality was that she looked stunning in anything, whether she was trying to pull off a sexy-look or not. She had turned 28 six months earlier, and she was as gorgeous as ever; as if aging didn't apply to her. She was beautiful - a sexy 5'4", professional Latina in her prime, and I often caught myself wondering how I was able to land such an amazing, fit and beautiful woman.

As if her beauty wasn't enough, she had such a loving personality and a really big heart.

But of course, her beauty, fit body, and her bubble-butt were the first things that made guys turn their head towards her. She had a yoga/Pilates type of body, which were her workouts of choice. Catching guys checking her out became the norm for me. To add to that, it often happened where many of the guys who got to know her, developed feelings for her, or at least some type of crush - even while we were already dating. She was kind to everyone, and naturally, that made some guys think she was interested. We'd been together for seven years, and married for one.

As for me, I had never been the jealous type. In fact, I was, and am quite the opposite.

Over the years, I developed a sexual fantasy that grew on me stronger.

I started obsessing over her past, and everything sexual she had ever experienced.

It was so strong that I had to tell Mariel about it, eventually. "Where did you learn how to do this?" I asked one day during sex when started being

unusually slutty

. She shyly confessed to doing that with her ex. I absolutely loved hearing that.

She thought I was crazy and said it had been a one-time-thing. However, over time, she eventually eased into the idea.

She was a good girl at heart. She was family-oriented and religious, which brought along a lot of traditional beliefs. Anything out of the traditional moral codes was a "no-no" for her.

Eventually, she gave into telling me about her past. She saw how much sexy stories turned me on, and loved having that control over me. On the flip-side, however and unfortunately, I grew familiar with her stories; something which was bound to happen. I still loved hearing her tell me everything, but naturally, the high wasn't as good as it was when hearing them for the first time. Overall, her sex life had been pretty plain and vanilla. She really was a good girl at heart, and had only slept with two other guys, ex-boyfriends, before we started dating during our freshman year of college.

She had been so careful around her sexual experiences, and even had a "golden rule" leading up to our marriage: Any of her partners had to wear protection during sex, so cumming inside of her was completely out of the question. None of her previous ex's had done so, and I also had to wait seven years until our marriage to do so.

After finally graduating to the "hubby" title, I finally had the honor of being the first one to ever cum inside her during our wedding night... and boy, was that great! It somehow gave me a glimpse into the "bad-girl" inside of her, even though I had very much so earned the right to cum in her.

But I liked her as a bad girl. Eventually, my kink of wanting to know her sexual past evolved into

me actually wanting to watch her have sex with someone else

.

It took me a while to tell her about this evolved fantasy, but again, I did it. She reacted exactly the way I thought she would. The way any traditional, conservative wife would. She said it was hard enough to open up about her past sexual experiences, and that she was my wife - I should not want to share her with anyone else.

Saturday finally arrived after a very exhaustive week at work. I had been working towards a promotion that would come along with a great pay-bump, so I would often work weekends to stay ahead of the game. But not today. This was my birthday, and I wanted to have fun tonight. I wanted to forget about everything, even just for one night.

"You nailed the outfit, by the way. It's a little chilly outside, so I think tonight

does

call for some sexy leather leggings. I wonder how many stares I'll get tonight. They're actually really fun to wear!" she said playfully.

I loved the way she looked in her that full leather outfit. The leggings were very shiny, and made her legs, along with her bubble-butt look simply hypnotizing. Sometimes she wouldn't want to wear them for that same reason. She didn't like drawing too much attention and she said that she felt "over the top". Of course, I didn't mind. I would catch guys staring at her amazing figure every time she wore those shiny leggings.

She made me breakfast that morning, then left the house to get a manicure and pedicure.

I decided to go to the gym since she wasn't home.

That's where I ran into my buddy,

Victor

.

Victor had just turned 21. We seldomly hung out outside of the gym, mainly due to our seven-year age gap and naturally having different circles of friends. Despite this, he was pretty mature for his age, I'd say. He loved to lift heavy, and so did I, so we'd usually just end up working out together whenever we bumped into each other at the gym. He was a sharp-looking guy with a shredded physique as he would regularly compete at bodybuilding shows. And if those qualities weren't enough for a guy his age, he also happened to be a

great

dancer. He was a total ladies' man, and everyone knew it.

He always talked about how his libido was through the roof. He had a long-running joke of him being so horny all the time that he needed to sleep with a different girl every week.

"What are you doing tonight, bro?" I asked him while we worked out.

"No plans really. Maybe I'll hit up the club. I need to hit my quota for this week," he said, referring to his long-running joke.

I chuckled.

"My wife's throwing me a party tonight. Her friends will be there. You should come."

"Oh, yeah? Where at?"

"Salsa Havana Nightclub. We'll be there at 10:00 but you can just show up whenever."

"That place is pretty lit, man. Yeah, I'll be there. Can't miss your birthday, bro!" he said.

Back home and a few hours later, Mariel was trying out her outfit for my party.

"DAMN! You look fucking amazing, baby..." I said as I spanked her playfully.

"I think I'm starting to like wearing these! They seriously make my butt look great!" she said, referring to the tight leather leggings as she admired her own figure in the mirror.

"I'm getting a little worried you're going to get asked to dance in those and run away," I said playfully.

"You're worried about me being asked to dance? Like... by another guy?" she laughed.

"Okay, maybe not worried. Actually, it'd be hot watching you dance with someone else in that shiny leather outfit."

"Borderline misbehaving... I guess it would be kind of hot," she smirked.

"Whoa, you do? I didn't know you were so open to the idea now," I said. Her answer surprised me, to be honest. It had been the first time she was this welcoming to the idea about bringing in someone else.

"Well baby, it's your birthday! I want to make you happy! It's just dancing, anyway. No real harm in that. But I do think it's a little kinky knowing you'll be turned on while I'm out there having fun with another guy! Who would I dance with though?" she asked.

"Maybe one of my friends? I don't know. Let's play it by ear. We'll see what happens. I'm sure we'll have our fair share of options," I said.

She gave me a peck on the lips and we made our way to the night club. As we commuted there, her comment still resonated with me. I didn't know if she had a change of heart regarding my fantasy, but it sounded like a completely new and open-minded version of her.

Although I invited some of my own friends to my party, the majority of the guests were her closest girlfriends, which was totally fine by me. Everybody got along with each other, took pictures, and things seemed to be going very fun and well.

I counted her having at least five martinis by around 11:00. I was also drinking, but I had to stay on top of my game. I felt Mariel was in the party-mood, she was having a good time, and more importantly, had an open mind tonight. I couldn't get drunk and ruin it all.

By around 11:30 PM, the majority of our expected guests, including my buddy, Victor, had arrived. Mariel was on her sixth drink by now. She was really happy and seemed to be really enjoying herself as she danced with her all her girlfriends.

"No boys have asked me out to dance," Mariel said to me. She sounded tipsy, but also sounded somewhat bored. I was honestly surprised at her openness, not to mention, she was bringing back the topic herself.

"Baby, if I didn't know you either I'd be intimidated because of how fucking hot and beautiful you look in that outfit. You are easily the hottest girl in here. Also, all the boys here know you're with me. I can make it happen if you're serious about it. Be careful with what you wish for!"

"Uh oh! Okay. Well, why don't you surprise me?" she laughed and winked.

I knew exactly who to call on.

Victor

.

"Hey Vic, come here man," I said to him as I grabbed him and pulled him over to where Mariel was standing as she sipped on her drink.

"Hey babe, have I introduced you to my buddy Victor?"

"You have not. It's so nice to meet you, Victor! So, you're the gym-buddy he always talks about huh?" Mariel said to him with a huge grin on her beautiful face. We all laughed and chatted. By this point, Victor had been drinking for a little while too, so he was a little more social and talkative than he usual.

She leaned in to greet him, cheek-to-cheek, and seemed very happy about meeting him.

The three of us hung out for a while. We talked about the gym and then about how the club was so fun and how the music was so different from other nightclubs around town. We talked until I felt them comfortable enough with each other to carry a conversation on their own.

"Hey I'll leave you two alone, I need to go take care of the guests," I said as I left them to get to know each other a little more intimately.

The guests had finished the first bottle of vodka on the table, so I really

did

have to get more drinks for them. As I went to the bar, I asked the waitress to take another bottle to our table, but decided to stay and have a drink by myself at the bar as I sat back to watch Victor and my wife connect and slowly get to know each other.

About fifteen minutes went by, and I decided to go back and check on them.

"Did he started bragging about his dancing skills already, babe? If not, it's probably coming," I joked to Mariel.

"Wait... what? Dancing skills? Tell me more!" she said with a huge smile.

"I guess you can say I'm kind of ... how can I put it? Oh yeah, GREAT?" he said as we all burst into laughter.

"I guess you can say that about me, too. In fact, Anthony can't keep up with me. Now that I say that, I don't know why I even booked a party here to begin with," she laughed.

"Yeah, I really can't keep up. But you know what? I think Victor might be more on your level. Vic, why don't you go twirl my wife around for a bit?"

"Really?" he paused. We all looked at each other for a quick second, until he finally understood I wasn't joking.

"Okay. I mean, if you guys are cool with that, of course I am, too. Let me show you how to dance Bachata," said Victor to Mariel.

"Oh boy, it's on!" she said playfully.

She smiled from ear-to-ear as she extended her hand for him to grab a hold of. He did just that, and walked her to the dance floor.

Once they started dancing, it immediately seemed like they had been known each other's moves forever. She kept on smiling, looking so happy. She kept looking up at him with her gorgeous smile as he swung her stunning body from side to side, grabbing her by the hips, with her hands resting gently on his shoulders. They kept saying things to each other, every time which ended with her laughing so hard while looking at him in the eyes. There was so much initial sexual chemistry between them, and it was inevitable to see.

They came off the dance floor holding hands, fingers intertwined, after dancing three songs, back-to-back. I couldn't help but notice how

hot

they looked together.

"Wow! He's good!" Mariel said to her girlfriends and me as we all laughed and applauded them for their incredible dance.

"I'm going to go get some more drinks for us," I said as I walked over to the bar. I wanted to keep the party going.

Once their drinks got there, they quickly grabbed them and took a sip and even gave each other a sip of each other's drinks. Then, a few minutes later, I noticed they exchanged phones and typed their numbers into them. I couldn't help my heart from beating faster. There was obviously something cooking between them, and I wanted to keep it going.

Just as I was looking around, her best friend, Andrea came up to me and warned me about how flirty Mariel and Victor were being with each other.

"Hey, who's that guy Mariel is hanging out and dancing with?"

"That's Vic, my gym buddy. How come?"

"Oh. I was just checking if she was drunk. They're dancing really close, and I think I just saw her give him her number.

"Yeah, I guess they really want to keep in touch, huh?" I said jokingly.

"Um, yeah? Anyway, I didn't know if you were okay with that, but it sounds like you are! Never mind me! To each their own!" she said playfully as we both laughed.

I grabbed a drink and enjoyed the show as they went at it once again. There was nothing more exciting to me tonight than watching my young friend sensually dance with my wife in front of my group of guests.

Every song meant they would get closer together, tried more intimate dance moves, and created even more sexual tension between each other. She had taken off her leather jacket, and was fully immersed this moment with him.

"Hey Anthony, we're going to head out. Tell Mariel we said goodbye. I'd tell her, but she's doesn't seem to want to let go of Victor!" said Andrea along with a bulk of her girlfriends as they all laughed.

"I don't blame her! I wish I had someone sexy like him to twirl me around like that!" said another one of her friends, jokingly.

Once they left, the remaining guests followed at around 1:45 AM as the club was about to close. Meanwhile, Mariel and Victor were still out on the dance floor. The last song to play was a romantic slow song, and by all means, it looked like they were going to stick around for this one as well.

Their mood on the dance floor had changed to a more intimate, romantic one, with them constantly looking at each other in the eyes. I could feel the sexual tension between them, dancing cheek-to-cheek. They whispered into each other's ears, faces touching.

After the song ended, they headed back to the table where I was sitting by myself.

"Hey ya'll. Everyone left. Are you guys down for a little after-party? Just us?" I asked.

"Let's do it, brother," said Victor. He had been dropped off, and everything was still playing out perfectly.

"Yay, Victor! I would also love that! Baby, do you mind bringing the car to the entrance and Vic and I will wait for you here! Pretty please? My feet are killing me and I don't want to walk through the parking lot!" said Mariel as she took off her heels and held them in her hand.

"Yeah. I'll be right back," I said. I paid the tab and headed out.

As I drove up, Victor opened the back door for her, and she went in. He then went in to sit next to her.

It was about a fifteen-minute drive from the club to my place, and throughout the drive home, I could not resist looking at the rear-view mirror and notice her getting really close to him.

"I'm cold, I need your body-heat," said Mariel to Victor.

"Come here, baby," he confidently said as he put his hand around her as she cuddled into his arms. They spoke quietly within themselves, even almost whispering.

"Did he just call her 'baby'?" I thought to myself.

This was definitely becoming something real.

We got to our house and walked inside, Mariel still barefoot and holding on to Victor's arm, still cuddling into his body.

"I'm going to clean up. Give me ten minutes, babe," said Mariel to Victor as she went over to the master bedroom bathroom to wash her feet and retouch her makeup.

"Holy shit. They ARE calling each other 'baby'," I thought to myself, again.

"I'll get us some drinks," I said as I got a bottle of tequila and put it in the living room table along with three shot glasses. Meanwhile Victor took a seat in one of the couches and browsed through his phone to pass the time.

"Okay, I am back and squeaky clean!" said Mariel as she came back in a tight, low-cut tank-top, leather leggings, but replaced her heels for some cheap but sexy thong flip-flops that beautifully showed off her sexy, white-painted toes.

"I'm not done with you..." she said, flirtatiously at Victor. I could tell she was now about one drink away from letting loose.

She grabbed the remote and searched Spotify for "Sensual Bachata" to play on the TV stereo system in our living room.

"Holy shit..." I thought to myself, yet again. She was

definitely

in the mood.

Mariel opened the bottle of tequila and poured it into two shot glasses. One for her, and one for Victor, leaving the third shot glass, which was meant for me, empty.

"You've made tonight really fun and special for me. I'm so glad I met you tonight," she said to him as they downed their shots.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him up to dance in our living room. I was still in the kitchen, watching from afar.

They started dancing slow and sexy, just where they had left off at the nightclub. His hands confidently held on to her hips, and her hands were around his shoulders as she softly caressed his hair. They were talking to each other very intimately, even whispering into each other's ears. This went on for about two songs. The third song was when things finally escalated... in the hottest, and sexiest way it could have done so.

Victor made the first

real

advance on Mariel. His wandering hands started traveling from her hips to her lower back, until they creeped just right above her bubble-butt. He wanted to get in her pants, and his intentions were clear.

This was clear to her as well and she was obviously more than okay with it. She had been hinting at it all night. As soon as he completed the move of his hands down to her booty, she looked at him with lust in her eyes, and they made eye contact for a few seconds before it finally happened. They came face-to-face, and were they both completely submerged in the sexual mood they had been cooking up all night.

Long overdue, they passionately shared their first kiss.

After hours of sexual tension, it happened. Victor and Mariel. I watched as my 21-year-old friend and my 28-year-old wife shared a kiss inside our house; our sacred home.

They came from completely different circles, and were two completely different people in different stages in life... two people who knew almost nothing about each other before tonight - brought together in my living room; enjoying each other, enjoying the moment.