Whispers

"So, your birthday is next Saturday. Have you thought about what you want?"

Kathleen's eyes sparkled as she probed. Her husband's birthday always was a special day of celebration... and exploration. It had been that way since the first day they met years ago; on his birthday. Their connection was the result of one of his first birthday explorations.

Michael smiled and replied, "I have been thinking about it. The details are a bit fuzzy, but I think I have a pretty good idea." His reply hung in the air as both he and Kathleen basked in the unspoken tension that was both playful and provocative, not to mention full of potential.

There was a manner in which they were in sync; a connection that was more like a cadence than a formula. The rhythm was familiar, but the elements ever-changing. No matter what specific ingredients were blended together, the ultimate prize was the pleasure of the process. The journey. The deliberate and constant attention given to details and to the gauging of certain indicators.

When birthday morning arrived, Mike was ready. His robust request was prepared and more than a bit daring. As they sat at the breakfast table sipping their coffees, Kathleen smiled and simply asked, "Well?"

"Well what?" Mike playfully replied.

"Well, you know exactly what," Kathleen smiled as she quickly countered.

Without saying another word, Mike scooted his chair back and got up from the table, walked over to the counter and grabbed a package. He returned to the table and slid the package in front of Kathleen as he spoke with a daring tone, "Go ahead, open it."

Kathleen's nervous fingers tugged at the gift wrap and then pried open the lid to the box. What first met her eyes was a card. She opened it and read aloud the message.

Whether it be the sparkle of a star or glow of the moon

There is no beauty from either rock or flesh hewn

That can match the vision of your soft, tender body

Tonight - my whispers - will invite all things naughty.

She looked up at him. He smiled and said, "there's more." Kathleen nodded and pawed through the package to first find a cute little tank top. She held it up and giggled. It was a size too small. That was something she knew that was not by accident. Then she pulled out a pair of cotton shorts, with a cute little imprint of Tinkerbelle flittering along the backside, leaving a trail of pixie dust along the way.

"So whose birthday is it again?" Kathleen asked as she lifted the top up to measure against her body. It was clear that her full 38c breasts would not be easily contained in that small top.

Mike smiled. "When you put that on to wear for me tonight, it will be a gift to me for sure."

"Tonight? Where are we going tonight?"

"Disneyland," Mike answered. "The shorts will be fitting as well." He winked. Suddenly Kathleen blushed as she considered the fact that for his birthday, she would be parading around Disneyland wearing that tank top and shorts. Before she could formulate much of a response, Mike added. "And tonight will be forever more known as . . . WHISPER birthday night."

"Whisper?" Kathleen echoed.

"Yes." And that was it. He simply left it hanging as to what 'whisper' could mean. Kathleen pressed him for clues, but he was having none of it. He simply told her she would have to wait, reminding her each time that this was his birthday celebration; birthday exploration.

Later that morning, Mike tapped on the bathroom door and queried, "Almost ready?"

"Um-hum," Kathleen replied. "Just another minute." She stood in front of the mirror examining how slutty she looked (and felt) wearing that tank top. First of all, it was indeed too small and tight. Secondly, the sheer fabric and the powder blue color did little to keep the outline of her big pink nipples from showing through. As she turned and looked over her shoulder, she had to admit the effect was cute of Tinkerbelle flittering across her ass with that trail of pixie dust sparkling behind. But it was the front she felt apprehensive about. Very sung against her flesh, she could feel the seem digging between her folds, leaving a clear impression of her pussy slit for all to see.

As she opened the door, Michael was there to greet her. As his eyes drank in the view, he leaned in to give her a sweet kiss on the cheek and then mused in her ear with a soft whisper, "wish me a happy birthday."

She looked up into his eyes and without hesitation kissed him on the lips ... "happy" ... another kiss ... "birthday" ... and then skipped a few feet away to give him what she knew he wanted; a view of her shorts from behind as her firm bottom danced away.

Although she wore a jacket, as they walked from the parking lot to the front gate of the happiest place on earth, Kathleen felt nervous and exposed. As they waited their turn in line for entrance, Mike's eyes scanned the line. He noticed a married man standing with his arm around his wife, eyes discreetly but obviously scanning Kathleen's body from about 20 feet away.

"He is thinking about you," he whispered in Kathleen's ear as he nodded in the man's direction.

Kathleen shuddered.

Mike whispered with a follow-up. "And tonight when he fucks her, he will be thinking about you again."

Kathleen felt the filthy whisper in her ear. She felt an even more filthy quiver down her spine as she digested the whisper. She then felt the glance of the stranger's eyes on her.

And so it began. Quickly Kathleen discovered that Michael's birthday celebration - exploration - would arrive in the form of his daring whispers in her ear as they romped through the amusement park. Whispers that seized on the opportunity served up on a silver platter to the eyes of those who wanted to examine Kathleen's body further. Those full breasts. Slender hips. Toned legs. Each glance and whisper fueled by the boundary-challenging fit of her shorts and top.

Kathleen went along with the fun, although at times it was edgy. But there was nothing more enjoyable to her than bringing pleasure to her hubby. And many of his whispers were expressions of his own thoughts as well.

-While on the Pirates of Caribbean ride, he whispered, "I would love to plunder you right here and now."

-While on the It's a Small World ride, he guided her hand to his bulge and whispered, "Nothing small here thanks to you."

-As they passed through the gates to Fantasyland, he whispered, "Fantasyland, where YOU are the greatest fantasy of all."

There were other whispers that were a bit more challenging for her to digest in the public arena without blushing under the knees-buckling filthy content.

-As they zig-zagged through the long line, passing the same people over and over again, she felt the filthy whisper puffed into her ear. "Twenty-seven ... and counting ... eyes studying your slit impression."

-After being splashed on the Roaring Rapids ride, his filthy whisper was accompanied by a fondle, "Wet means transparent."

-As two teens made-out in line after dark; "His tongue - your cunt."

By the time they returned to the car, Kathleen was soaking wet and ready to fuck. Michael was so erect that his cocktip was poking out the top of his own shorts. He reached for his keys, he felt a tight grip on his shoulder and grunt; "Don't fuckin' move."

Kathleen whimpered as she felt someone grab her arms and pull them behind her back.

One intruder then ordered Michael to unlock the car door. The other, holding Kathleen's arms behind her back, looked over her shoulder and commented to his partner, "Nice view, eh buddy?"

As Michael felt the hand on his head pushing him into the car, he heard the banter between the two intruders, filthy comments about Kathleen bouncing back and forth. Then he saw her shoved into the backseat.

One intruder pushed into the backseat and slammed the door shut. The other intruder secured the front door and forced Michael to turn around and look directly into the back seat. He ordered, "Don't say a word."

The backseat intruder wrestled with Kathleen, his strong hands pawing at her breasts far too big for her top. "You look like a slut in this top," he whispered in her ear.

As Kathleen felt those strong hands jerk her top off, she felt him lean in to suck on her nipples. The front seat intruder again gave his order to Michael - "Don't say a word."

Then, the entire birthday celebration - exploration - exploded with a sudden burst of clarity and shock as Kathleen felt a greedy hand worm inside her shorts and cup her smooth mound ... as the front seat intruder once again held Michael in place to make sure he watched it all unfolding ... as she felt helpless to fight off the inevitable ... when she heard the front seat intruder again mutter to Michael.

"Look at her about to get fucked. Don't say a word."

A moment's pause, then he added, "But, you can whisper."

Michael looked into Kathleen's eyes, a sly smile on his lips, as he calmly and confidently whispered loud enough for all four of them to hear two words she will never forget . . . "Fuck her."