Veronica tingled with anticipation as she applied makeup in preparation for a big evening out.
It was her 30th birthday, and her husband Ron always came through with something exciting for special occasions. This time, he told her to expect a surprise she would never forget, and to dress as sexy as possible.
She had taken the time to appraise herself as she stepped out of the bathtub. She was long-limbed, about 5-9, with just the barest hint of excess around her hips, and her tits were just plump enough to really grab onto without being excessive. She was tanned and fit, with a slender figure that always turned men's heads.
She ran her hands down her sides to the delta between her legs, where her well-trimmed blonde bush framed her pink labia. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was swept back in loose waves. She had a small, narrow nose and her eyes had a kind of doe-eyed look that could best be described as bedroom eyes. The whole effect gave her a hot, sultry look that had always made men weak in the knees.
For this night, she chose Ron's favorite dress, a tight sky-blue mini-skirt, very short, which showed off her two best physical assets, her legs and her breasts, which jiggled braless on her chest. After she was sufficiently dolled up, she strutted into the living room, where her husband waited.
"Wow," he exclaimed with a sly smile. "Maybe we ought to just skip dinner and go straight to bed."
"That would suit my pussy well enough, but probably not my stomach," she said as she hugged her man. "I worked through lunch today, because I wanted to get away from work early, so I'm starved."
Truth was, she was starved for more than food. Ron had been away on business the past week, and had just returned that afternoon. He had crammed 10 days worth of work into six busy days, just so he could get back in time for his wife's big day. He had gone to a lot of trouble to get Veronica the perfect birthday present, and he wasn't about to let his plans go for naught.
While he had been gone, Veronica had given her long vibrator a vigorous workout, but it wasn't the same as taking Ron's hard, fleshy knob. Veronica had always had a high sex drive, and had gained a reputation as one of the best – and nastiest – fucks on her college campus. Even after six years of marriage, she still always got offers for sex on the side. She had to admit that she had often been tempted, but she truly loved Ron, for not only was he a good man with an excellent job, he was absolutely the best lover she'd ever had. Ron had a long, thick cock that he knew how to use. She had fallen in love with him after their first time together, and her devotion to him and his wonderful dick showed no signs of abating.
Dinner was at their favorite Creole restaurant, where they dined on oysters on the half-shell and other seafood delicacies. After two bottles of wine, Veronica was feeling frisky. She began running the toe of her high heel between Ron's legs, under the tablecloth, massaging his crotch with her foot. She could feel herself getting hot and wet between her legs, as she anticipated the lengthy fuck session that she knew awaited them at home.
On impulse, Veronica excused herself and strolled to the ladies room. On the way, she saw and felt the leering looks of every man that she passed. She smiled at them all and felt a tingle in her pussy. It gave her a sexual rush to know the effect she had on men, and quite a few women as well.
After taking care of business, Veronica pulled her panties over her shoes, wadded them up, stuck them in her purse and walked out of the bathroom. Walking back to her table, her knees trembled slightly as she felt the coolness of the air on her wet, naked pussy as it wafted up her skirt. Sitting down next to Ron, she invited him to run his hands up her smooth, long legs, and when he arrived at his wife's very wet, very naked slit, he gave a grunt of surprise. Veronica's breath quickened as Ron fiddled with her clit and ran his fingers through her dewy petals.
"You'd better quit or I'm going to cum right here," Veronica said through clenched teeth, as she patted her husband's crotch and found him stiff as a board. "Looks like you need some cooling down, too. C'mon, let's finish up and go home. I need to fuck you bad."
Once in the car, Veronica snuggled up to her husband, rubbing his cock through his slacks, while he played idly with her pussy, stroking her just enough to keep her cunt simmering, but not enough to make her cum. Once they got going, however, Ron turned the car in a different direction from their home.
"Where are we going?" Veronica asked.
"I need to run by Paul's to pick up your surprise," he said. "It won't take but a minute." After arriving at his best friend's house, Ron suggested that she accompany him into the house. Paul and Ron had been fraternity brothers in college and had stayed fast friends. Paul was single and lived in a large, split-level house by himself.
Veronica was a bit frustrated at this turn of events. She had a hot spot that needed quenching, and she really didn't understand what kind of surprise Ron had in store. She was even more put out when she saw a dozen or so cars parked at Paul's house. She really wasn't in the mood to party with a lot of people. She wanted to fuck her husband, pure and simple, and she could see them getting into a party atmosphere and getting too drunk or stoned to have sex.
But Ron insisted, so she sighed and agreed to come in. Paul answered the door and let them in. They moved to the bar, where he fixed a round of drinks, pulled out a fat joint and fired it up. Veronica was puzzled as the trio passed the joint around. Where was this party they were supposed to be attending here? Why was Paul staying up here, when he obviously had guests downstairs in his den?
After they had finished the joint, Veronica asked sternly, "All right, you two, where's this surprise I'm supposed to be getting here?"
"This way," Paul answered, leading Veronica downstairs to his large den, which opened out to his patio. The den was dark as they descended the steps, and that puzzled Veronica even more.
Then Paul flicked on the light, and Veronica's eyes widened as a chorus of naked men greeted her with, "Happy Birthday, Veronica." She was speechless, but her stomach was doing cartwheels. She looked over at Ron with a quizzical look on her face, then at the some dozen or more men who filled the room.
"Remember a couple of months ago, when I asked you about your biggest, juiciest fantasy?" Ron asked. Veronica remembered, all right. They had been deep into foreplay one night and they had told each other their wildest fantasies. And slowly it began to dawn on her. She had told her husband that her wildest fantasy was to fuck a mile of cock; to have a roomful of men fill all of her holes with cum and to shoot cum all over her body. It was one of the few things she had never tried during her wild college days.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," Ron whispered. "They're all here for you."
Veronica suddenly laughed. "You sly son of a bitch," she said. "I can't believe you set this up. Where'd you find all of these guys?" Paul answered that some were co-workers of his, some were old frat brothers and some were men they had recruited from the local college football team.
"Anything for you, my dear," Paul said, as he felt his dick harden. He had fantasized about fucking this woman since Ron had first introduced her to him as the woman he was going to marry, not long after they had started dating. Now HIS biggest fantasy was about to come true.
Ron stepped back and sat on the sofa to watch the show and enjoy one of HIS wildest fantasies, which was to watch his wife perform with other men. There wasn't much hesitation as Paul unzipped Veronica's dress and pulled it over her head.
"Whoa, looks like you've already primed the pump a little, old boy," Paul said to Ron, as he encountered Veronica's soaking-wet, naked cunt. "God, I've dreamed about this."