This is the 3rd story in a multipart series.
An introduction into the characters can be found on the 1st page of Chapter 1.
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It's an early August Saturday morning in Niagara. Patrick and his friends are on their way to a lakeside Cabin for his weekend birthday celebration. Their wives arrived in the cabin a day earlier to set up, and are now waiting for them to arrive.
"We'll be there in 20, honey", Pat texts to his wife Erin, who planned the entire weekend and rented the place.
Ray, who was behind the wheel, addresses the group, "Hey guys, any word from the girls on last minute stuff, like groceries and shit? We're almost there."
"Nope" Chuck replies, "Gwen says they're all good over there."
As the guys turn into the cabin driveway, Joe exclaims "Whoa, this place is the shit. Damn it."
Chuck then taps him on the leg to shut him up.
"Dude" Ray says to Pat, "Get your bags and go on in, we'll take care of the coolers and everything else."
As the car comes to a stop, Pat gets out of the car and gets his bags from the trunk. As he walks up to the front door of the cabin, he hears a car door shut loudly behind him, causing him to look back.
Chuck, who has now climbed into the passenger seat, then yells at him "Sorry dude, this was your wife's idea. See you Monday!"
Pat, immediately realizing that his friends were about to leave him behind, starts to walk back towards the car and confusedly tries to talk to them "Whoa, what the fuck are you doing? You're leaving? Is this a prank or something? We're 2 hours away from Toronto, guys."
"Not a prank dude" Joe replies, "the girls are inside. They'll take you back home tomorrow."
"Wait, wait, wait" Pat agitatedly says to the guys "my Belgian ales are still in the trunk. Also, why in the holy fuck are you leaving me on my fucking birthday???"
"They have even better beer in there." Ray yells back, "Just go inside dude, you have nothing to worry about" as he starts driving back out of the driveway.
"No, no, wait!" Pat desperately yells at them "Just stop and talk to me, where the fuck are you going?" As the car turns back into the road, Chuck puts his hand out the window and waves goodbye to Pat.
Pat raises his arms in frustration and follows the car with his eyes as it disappears behind some tree. He suddenly receives a text from his wife "Hey honey, don't worry about the guys, they'll celebrate with you on Friday. Just come in."
"Erinnn??" Pat yells as he walks into the cabin.
Erin suddenly appears at his side and closes the door behind Pat as she hands him a bottle of Trappist beer, an exquisite ale expertly brewed by Belgian monks, and says "Happy birthday honey! Welcome to your birthday celebration."
The anger and confusion in his face quickly disappears as soon as he sees what's inside. Standing in front of him was his wife, as well as Gwen, Farrah and Donna. All of them were wearing short, gray dresses famously called virgin killing sweaters.
Erin does a quick 360-degree twirl and says to him "What do you think, honey? Did we nail it?"
"Um, I'd say yes, honey" Pat quietly replies.
As Pat stares at the scantily dressed girls in front of him, Gwen suddenly flashes him her shaved pussy and her bare right breast, saying "And yes, we don't have anything underneath these"
"Sorry for making the guys leave you here Honey," Erin says to Pat "but I've been planning this for about a month now; basically since we got back from Donna's wedding. You and the boys have all managed to tag-team Donna, and then we had that group sex session on our last day there. I just thought it was time us girls got the chance to get one of you alone, and what better time than on your birthday. I promise you, this is going to be your best birthday ever. We're all going to be serving you for the entire weekend."
"Look, honey" Pat answers back "I'm not complaining about having all of you here in those sweaters, but was there really a need for all the secrecy?"
Donna replies "Oh, be real Pat. You wouldn't have agreed to this if you knew beforehand that the guys weren't going to be here. You boys are all too tight with other."
"Anyway" Farrah interjects, "How about we take this discussion to the dining room for now? We made you breakfast."
They all go into the dining room and sit around the big round table. Gwen and Donna were seated front of him and Erin was to his left. Farrah walks in from the kitchen carrying a plate and sets it down in front of Pat before taking the seat to his right.
"Whoa," Pat exclaims, "This is a nice looking burger, what's in it?"
Farrah then answers "That's thinly sliced medium-rare wagyu with a poached egg, arugula, pickled shallots and hollandaise sauce. Don't worry about it, this is going to be the best breakfast you've ever had."
"I know how good you are, Farrah," Pat answers back, "But my favorite breakfast is eggs benedict. This does have some of the same elements, though."
"Oh she wasn't talking about the burger" Gwen interjects as she chuckles.
Pat suddenly feels his fly being unzipped. As he looks under the table, he sees Erin on her knees, taking his cock out of his shorts and gently taking it in her mouth.
As his dick starts to harden and Erin starts to blow him faster, Donna speaks up "You don't need to mind her, sweetie, just eat the burger and enjoy."
"Oh, I forgot the orange juice." says Farrah, who then stands up and goes back to the kitchen.
As Farrah comes back into the dining room, she sees Pat struggling to eat his burger with Erin now furiously deep-throating his cock. She sets a glass of orange juice beside his plate and says "Ok, my turn."