The Secret Surprise Present

I had an inkling that the errand Beth had asked me to run was just a ruse to get me out of the house for some reason and, when I returned, that suspicion was confirmed. My scheming wife met me at the door with a twinkle in her eyes and a knowing smile.

"Hello, darling," she purred. "I have a secret, surprise present for you."

"A secret, surprise present? How exciting!" My eyes lingered on her body. She was wearing a black silk bathrobe which caressed and emphasised her delicious curves rather than veiling them. "Do I get to unwrap it now?"

Beth laughed and toyed with the front of her robe, revealing more of her soft pale cleavage. "Don't be stupid! My body isn't exactly a secret to you, is it? Have patience. For now, you just need to unwrap yourself. Pop upstairs and have a quick shower then come to the bedroom where I will have something for you to wear."

"A secret, surprise present that involves dressing up? Intriguing!" I hurried upstairs. It was probably one of the quickest showers I've ever taken; I was keen to see what secret surprise Beth had in store for me. Was it going to be some new cosplay outfit? Or perhaps some bondage gear? A fluttering of anticipation started to grow in my chest. I rapidly towelled myself dry and padded naked to the bedroom where Beth was waiting. I looked around for the outfit I was meant to wear but couldn't see anything. Beth smiled wickedly and, from behind her back, brought out a bottle of body oil and a velvet blindfold.

"Is that all I'm going to be wearing? Very minimalist," I quipped. "I'm assuming that this 'secret, surprise present' doesn't involve going out for dinner, then?"

Beth said nothing. She slowly walked behind me and tied the blindfold in place. I felt the silk of her robe brush against my thigh as she circled back in front of me. "Stand still," she whispered as she began to massage the oil onto the front of my body.

"Mmmm! This is a special present," I murmured as Beth knelt down and rubbed oil up my legs and onto my swelling penis.

"Oh, this isn't the secret, surprise present. This is just... useful preparation." She stood up and took my hand.

"Aren't you going to do my back too?" I asked, confused. She ignored my question.

"Come with me," she breathed. "And try not to bump into any furniture on the way." She led me down the stairs. I briefly wondered why we didn't just stay in the bedroom but Beth obviously had other plans. Maybe we

were

going outside. But, no, she guided me into our living room and I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or slightly disappointed.

A tiny amount of light leaked around the edges of the blindfold, enough for me to know that the blinds were down and the room was dimly lit. She led me to the centre of the room. In the place where our coffee table should have been was a large rug which was soft under my bare feet.

"Lie down, darling. Keep your hands out to the sides, spread your legs apart nice and wide... and don't move or speak until I say you can," she commanded. I did as instructed and I heard Beth backing away from me.

As I lay there on my back in our living room, I gradually became aware of other very faint sounds around me. Was that the rustle of clothing? Was that someone breathing? I became increasingly convinced that there were other people in the room whilst I lay there completely naked on the floor. I don't have a nudity taboo but neither do I have any strong exhibitionist tendencies. I felt very exposed, very vulnerable... and very excited!

I shuffled a little on the rug, wondering what would happen next but the silence continued. All I knew was that Beth and an undetermined number of people were, probably, staring at my supine, naked body. I could feel the first stirrings of an erection at the thought and I wondered if that was what they were waiting for. I felt a strong urge to move my hands over my genitals -- whether to cover myself or to speed up my hard-on, I wasn't quite sure. But Beth's 'don't move' had been very firm. So, I waited.

Finally, there were simultaneous sounds of movement from around the edges of the room. It was the sound of people undressing. I could hear clothing sliding over skin and then dropping to the floor. It sounded as if there were at least four other people in the room apart from Beth. I was pretty sure I heard the subtle whisper of Beth's silk robe being removed amongst the other sounds.

The disrobing noises ended and the silence returned. I tried to imagine the scene: a blindfolded man lying naked on the floor with a partial erection being watched by five or more people who were now also probably (hopefully?) naked and presumably not blindfolded. Maybe they were also wearing blindfolds and we were all about to play some bizarre naked party game. Naked sardines, anyone?

Again, I lay and waited for what seemed like an age. My initial excitement had transformed into mild perplexity. The air-conditioning was on and I could feel the oil on my skin cooling. Eventually, there were more sounds of movement -- slow, quiet footsteps approaching me from various directions. They all started at the same time and I wondered if Beth was directing them with silent signals. My excitement began to mount anew. The footsteps stopped and I figured that they were now standing about a foot away from me. Once again, there was silence as these unknown individuals loomed over my exposed body.

What now? Were they just going to stand there? I want sure how many people were standing over me and I didn't even know what sex they were. Maybe they were all men and they were about to masturbate over me. That seemed unlikely -- I'd never expressed a particularly strong interest in bukkake to Beth. Maybe it was her fantasy -- in which case I would be happy to oblige -- but she had said it was a present for me.

Again, there were sounds of coordinated movement. They lowered themselves to the ground to sit or kneel around me. I could feel the warmth emanating from their bodies. It seemed there were four people surrounding me -- one at my head, one between my feet and one on either side between my arms and my body. I had thought there were maybe five, counting Beth. Was Beth amongst the four or was she just directing things in the background? Were there others waiting in the wings?

There was another silent pause. This was obviously going to be the pattern: stop--start. Drawing it out. Building the suspense. I decided to relax and enjoy the ride, to use the pauses to allow my mind to fill with possibilities of what would happen and to speculate on the identities of the four people.

The feeling of lack of control, being totally at the mercy of someone else's unknown intentions gave me a shiver of excitement. Beth and I had occasionally experimented with some mild dominance play, but it was usually Beth who enjoyed taking the submissive role. This was very different. Other than the order not to move or speak, I was not being commanded to do anything. However, it seemed that the other people were obediently following instructions that were somehow being given to them.

I sensed the four leaning in towards me. I tensed in anticipation. There was a synchronised intake of breath and then they started to blow on my skin -- my forehead, my arms, my feet. After such a long time just lying there naked, the sensation of their breath on my body immediately raised goosebumps. They began to trace slow, meandering paths with their breath -- around my face, along my arms and up my legs. They alternated between firm, cooling jets of air blown through pursed lips and gentle, warm breaths through open mouths. It was somehow stimulating and soothing at the same time. If any of the four had long hair, it had obviously been tied back for the performance. All I felt was their breath on my skin.

I found it hard to keep track of the changing play of pressure and temperature across four different areas of my body. The separate sensations began to merge into one feeling of being caressed by breath. Now and again, one of them blew on a more sensitive area, such as my collarbone, my nipples, the crook of my elbow or the insides of my thighs, sending small quivers of delight across my whole body.

It became apparent that, whilst they were twisting and circling, these blowing paths were moving towards particular destinations. Their movements were so coordinated that they must have been choreographed in detail beforehand. By Beth? When? How?

The individual at my head began to concentrate on my chest, tracing a twisting figure-eight path between my hardening nipples, The other three were, ever so slowly, gravitating towards my groin. My penis began to swell in anticipation and I just about managed to control a convulsive shiver of expectation. My own breath became heavier and more erratic.

Eventually, the three zeroed in on their objective. The one between my legs began to blow on my perineum and the junction between thigh and abdomen. The other two focused on my lower abdomen around, but not directly on, my penis, ruffling my pubic hair with their breath. It became almost impossible to control my writhing hips. My convulsive movements meant that, occasionally, one of them did end up blowing onto my now fully-erect cock, making it twitch in response.

Suddenly, they all stopped and backed away. I let out a sigh. Fuck! I should have seen that coming. Stop--start! I trembled and emitted a half-groan-half-chuckle as I attempted to relax once more and await the next phase. The memory of the breath of these four unknown people lingered on my skin and I experienced wandering waves of goosebumps.

As I waited, my breathing became more regular, apart from the occasional breathy sigh. I became aware that the people around me were also breathing a little more heavily than before. Were they just out of breath from all that blowing or were they also aroused by what they had been doing to me... and by my obvious enjoyment of it? I tried to discern clues to their identities from the sound of their breathing. Were they men or women, large or small? I just couldn't tell.

However, beyond them, I thought I could just make out some more heavy breathing from the edge of the room. Beth? I was fairly sure she wasn't one of the four, that she was conducting and controlling the performance from the sidelines. Was she getting turned on by watching the action she was orchestrating? I imagined her stroking herself as she observed me writhing under the breathy attentions of her four obedient minions.

My thoughts were interrupted by more sounds of movement. The four were getting to their feet. Was that it? Was it over? Surely not!

I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that they were not backing away. Instead, they walked around my body, processing slowly to a different position. It felt like a ritual. They settled back down around me. There was another pause.

All at once, gentle, staccato tapping of four fingertips began on the parts of my body where the blowing had started previously. At first, it felt less arousing than the blowing had but, as the light tapping wandered over my wrists, lips and ankles, a pleasant tension began to build throughout my body. I knew where this was heading and my body ached for it. My anticipation increased when the number of fingertips suddenly doubled -- one finger on each hand. The tapping continued to creep along the same paths that the blowing had taken, slowly progressing up my arms and legs and across my face and neck. The number of fingertips doubled again -- two fingers on each hand, pattering across my shoulders, sides and thighs. More excruciatingly slow progress and the tapping increased again -- all 40 fingers gently drumming in random patterns, playing me as if I were a keyboard. It felt like warm, heavy raindrops landing on my skin, gradually converging on my chest and my crotch. I hadn't noticed my erection softening during the preceding pause, but I now became aware of my cock becoming very hard indeed as the tapping fingers approached it.

This time, after pausing for a while on the area around my genitals, the tapping fingers continued on to their targets. The person at my head was tapping on and around both of my nipples at the same time. The person between my legs began tapping gently on my balls, making my jerk involuntarily, more from the anticipation of possible pain than from any actual discomfort. The other two began tapping on either side of the shaft of my twitching penis. My jerking, twitching and writhing grew more intense and I felt pressure building inside me.

The tapping stopped. This time I groaned loudly. I almost felt like crying in frustration. Beth, you cruel, clever bitch! I tried to surf the wave of pleasure for as long as possible but could feel it ebbing away. I was so tempted to grab my own cock and start masturbating but I knew that wasn't the plan. I was determined to follow Beth's orders and to discover what else she had planned for me in this secret, surprise present.

I forced myself to breathe slowly and deeply. As I calmed myself, I realised that I had possibly learnt something new about the four... what should I call them? Performers? Pleasurers? Persecutors? During the latter stages of the tapping, I had noted that a couple of my... attendants... had long fingernails. Did that mean they were women or was that some kind of Beth double-bluff? Who were these people? Did I know them? Were they friends? Neighbours? Had Beth hired them? If so, where from... some kind of escort service? It took all my willpower not to pull off my blindfold to see their faces.

Once again, the four stood up, ceremoniously rotated around me and settled down into their new positions. The pause before the action began once more felt longer than before but that might have been me losing all sense of time in my excited state. Or maybe Beth was giving me longer to recover so that I would be able to withstand the next movement of this symphony.

The next action, when it came, consisted of gentle stroking with fingers, following the same wandering paths as before. One finger, then two, then more, then whole hands slowly gliding, swirling and sliding over my oiled skin towards the same targets.

Whilst Head position continued to relentlessly circle my nipples with their fingertips, Left, Right and Bottom began to slowly stroke the palms of their six hands, in turn, along my penis from balls to tip. Once again, I began groaning, panting and writhing in pleasure. I thrust my hips upwards trying to push my cock onto their palms and increase the pressure, knowing that at some point soon it would all suddenly... stop!

I almost screamed! Fuck you, Beth! She seemed to know exactly when to halt the action just before I tipped over the edge. We'd engaged in some edging before in our lovemaking but this was a whole new level. I tried to calm my breathing again but the tingling of my skin and the involuntary twitching of my cock was making that difficult.

Had I learnt anything new about my... servicers? Possibly. One of the pairs of hands stroking my penis had seemed larger than the others. Did they belong to a man or was it just a large woman? I generally prefer women but have no issues with a bit of pansexuality now and again.

Stand. Rotate. Sink. Pause. The ritual repeated. What now? Feet? Whole bodies? Riding crops?

No... it was mouths.

The four began slowly retracing the same paths as before. Kissing. Then licking. Then sucking and nibbling.

This time, I felt facial hair. One of them -- currently in Left position -- was definitely a man. I knew Beth got a thrill from watching me engage in homoerotic action and I didn't mind at all. I wondered if he was hard and had to resist the temptation to reach and find out.

As they made progress, I started to lose control over my own body. My intense excitement was not just a result of what was being done to me by these four mysterious individuals. It was also the knowledge that Beth was watching, had planned every detail and was in complete control.

I writhed and jerked with each contact. I'm not sure how my four...lovers...avoided being hit in the face by my flailing penis. Eventually, they reached their goals. Head position was definitely a woman. I could feel her breasts touching my face as she bent over to suck my nipples. The occasional cold, hard sensation led me to conclude she had a nipple piercing.

The other three took it in turns to lick along the length of my cock, bottom-to-top, and then briefly slide the head of my penis into their mouths for a single suck, before letting go and making room for the next person.

Bottom position was a woman too. Her breasts lightly brushed along my thighs as she took her turn. Left position's beard brushed my abdomen as he slid his tongue along the side of my dick and then engulfed the end. I still wasn't sure about Right position's gender but it became evident that they had a tongue piercing, which they used to great effect on their turn.

I arched my back and ground my hips forward with each pass, eager for them to keep me in their mouths for longer, willing them to move faster, to suck harder. But they ignored my silent pleading, sticking relentlessly to Beth's wicked design.

They stopped. I collapsed, quivering. No more teasing! Please! I wanted to beg Beth to let me cum but all that came out of me was a desperate, throaty moaning.

The four stood once again but, this time, instead of circling round me to a new position, they backed away. No! No! No! Don't go! My body screamed. But, then, I heard a single set of footsteps approaching me from the edge of the room. Beth. She stopped and planted her feet either side of my hips... and paused for what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, I felt her lowering herself towards my yearning cock. She squatted out of reach and I arched my back to thrust my crotch higher and higher, digging my heels into the rug, straining to touch her.

She sank a little further, just enough to allow me, at full stretch, to rub the tip of my penis against her wet vulva. I groaned loudly with each contact.

At last, she took my cock in one hand and guided it into her cunt as she lowered herself onto me. I released a deep sigh as I entered her. I lowered myself back to the floor and she followed my movement until she was sitting on me with my prick deep inside her.

She started to gyrate her hips and I began ramming my cock into her as hard as I could. By now, I wasn't sure if I was laughing or crying or screaming -- just making noises to try and channel the intense pressure inside my entire body. After a short time, I could feel the orgasm approaching. I thrust harder and faster into Beth and she moaned and yelped in response. Finally, I exploded inside her again and again, arching my back and lifting her off the ground each time with the force of my orgasm. I'm pretty sure I roared loudly enough to be heard by neighbours two streets away.

Eventually, the convulsions died down. I sank into the rug and Beth collapsed on top of me. She was also shaking and moaning post-orgasmically. She must have climaxed at the same time as me. We lay like that for quite a while in silent, sweaty bliss, barely moving as our panting breaths gradually slowed.

I finally became aware of my surroundings again. All I could hear was myself and Beth breathing. There was no sound from the other four.

Beth stirred and reached up to remove the blindfold. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the subdued lighting after so long in complete darkness. I looked around the living room. There was no-one else there. The four were gone. Their clothes were gone. I had been so totally focused on fucking Beth that I hadn't been aware of them leaving.

I turned my head to look into Beth's face? The twinkle and the knowing smile were back. "You can speak now, but don't bother asking who they were," she said. "I'm not going to tell you. It's a special secret, and it's going to stay that way."