Girl's Night Surprise

All characters are 18+. Quick bit of info just to clarify:

Miranda= Randa

Elizabeth= Emily

Evelyn= Eve

This story idea was thought of/requested by Lgcockprof. Thanks Lgcockprof for all of your help and inspiring me to write this! :)

It's early morning; the sunrise is painting the sky in beautiful colors. I hear my taxi driving off as I wobble up my sidewalk, my balance and vision impaired. Whew, what a night! But I can't wait to curl up in my bed, snuggle in my covers, and fall asleep! Hell, I'll probably sleep until tomorrow! It's so good to be home.

Reality hits me, sobering me up as my heart begins beating rapidly; my stomach drops more and more with each step I take towards my door. How will Rick take this? I hope he doesn't get mad. I mean, really, how was I supposed to know that my crazy cousin Randa would be hiring a striper? However, my gut told me that I knew that excuse wouldn't work because even if I didn't know, while true, I could have at least called Rick to make sure he knew what was going on. Still though, even if I get in trouble...that was the most fun I've had with my friends in months! I think about the 'Girls' Night" at Miranda's house. Oh god, it had been so fun! And that boy, Miguel, mm. He tasted so good. I lick my lips, thinking of the countless body shots we had taken off his chiseled abs. He was an absolute piece of art!

I fumble with my keys, trying to single out the correct latchkey, but then I hear heavy footsteps coming to the door. Shit, that can't be good if he's in the living room already. He either slept on the couch waiting for me to come home, never went to bed, or went to bed and woke up early because I was still out. Yep, I'm in trouble. He yanks the door open before I can successfully put my key into the lock. I try to look as submissive as I can. I can feel the tension ease just a bit as he looks at me.

"Where have you been all night?! It's 5:30 in the morning; you were supposed to be home hours ago!" Okay, his tone is at least more along the lines of being frustrated at being worried and not angry. I can work with him, being the caring man he is.

"I know, sweetheart, you are right. If you let me come inside, I will be happy to tell you all about last night. I can make us some coffee if that would help." I offer a small smile as I slide my hand up to his face. "You didn't have to, but thank you for waiting up for me. You're so good to me." I feel him start to relax as he huffs out a breath of frustration. I walk past him, heading for the couch. "Want to hear something interesting?" He perks up a bit, letting me know that he wants me to continue. "Miranda hired a stripper last night."

"Oh really? Were you good?" I hung my head and shook my head.

"No... He picked me to dance on, and then things became carried away quickly. Do you still want to hear about it?" I ask shyly. I know that he wouldn't leave me over last night, considering that we have an open relationship... but I know that I should have checked in before everything happened.

"Well, in that case, instead of coffee, you better give me a backrub while you tell me everything. If I find out that you left any details out, you'll be in trouble even more." I slide behind him, my legs on each side of him, while I start to rub his shoulders. "I'm too old to be sleeping on the couch waiting all night for you." At least his tone is a tad playful. I love this man. I give him a small kiss on the head, then take a deep breath, bracing myself to face my husband and tell him what happened last night.

***The previous night***

Damn, I'm running late! I open my phone to send a message in our group chat that I'll be there in about 30 more minutes. Maybe the three bottles of Moscato will be an acceptable offering for being late. Shoving the phone back in my purse, I head to grab the pizza when a call comes through my car.

"Hey 'Randa! Before you ask, yes, I am actually on the way, and might I say that you are truly the best cousin?"

"Emily, I swear you're going to be late for your own funeral." The way her tone is, I know she must be smiling. However, the rest of the ladies are in the background making various comments and telling me to hurry up. "Do you hear them? Put some pedal to the medal so we can all eat; I can't hold the mob back for much longer!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Just tell them that I'm bringing food and extra alcohol. That should help buy some time." I playfully reply. Miranda tells me to hurry up but be safe as she gets off the phone. Thankfully the Pizza Palaca has a drive-through window, or they'd hassle me for taking 'longer' to get out, grab the pizza, and head on. Our friend group has been through a lot over the years, and with Evelyn recently breaking up with her boyfriend of three years, we all really needed tonight.

When I show up, all four ladies pile out of the house and help to grab the food and alcohol. Once inside, Miranda mentions that she has to step away and make a call. None of us think anything about it as we continue to eat and relax. About an hour passes when we hear a knock on the door. Confused looks are shared between us as Miranda quickly jumps up to answer the door, giggling to herself. When she opens the door, a young man dressed as a firefighter walks in as Miranda closes the door. What the hell is going on?

"Excuse me, ladies, but we received a call stating that there was a large gathering here. I needed to come check out the perimeter to make sure this party wasn't a fire hazard. But the only fire hazard I see here is how hot you ladies are." He smiles at each of us, letting his eyes roam over our bodies. Corny but cute. Then he rips his costume off, revealing that he is only wearing a speedo underneath. Starting some music, he starts dancing around the room. Grinding on each woman, humping the legs of each. All of us are cheering him on, enjoying the surprise entertainment.

When it's my turn, instead of approaching me, he curls his finger, motioning for me to come to him. As I walk towards him, he pulls over a chair for me to sit in. Immediately I blush; the alcohol is starting to hit me now. When I sit down in front of him, I can see just how smooth his body is, how sculpted his muscles are, and how young he is.

"Wait, just how old are you?" He pauses a moment, looking puzzled, then a smile spreads across his face.

"Don't worry, I turned 18 two months ago. I'm legal. Does that settle it for you?" He slides a hand against my cheek, down my neck, continuing all the way to my left breast. He caresses me a moment. Then lean down to whisper in my ear. "You know, I have a special spot for mature women like yourself. You're so beautiful; even though this goes against the rules of my company, do you want to touch me?"

I'm feeling tingly, knowing that now it's not just the wine that's gotten to me. I nod my head yes and immediately reach up to touch his six-pack abs. My fingers gliding across his every line, tracing all the curves of his young body.

"Your body is so sexy." The words slip past my lips before I can stop them. How can doing something like this feel so right? I'm old enough to be his mother. As if he can hear my internal argument, he moves my hands straight down to his. Oh my god, he's HUGE! Like, porn star level huge, why is he doing stripping when he could fuck any porn star he wanted?

"My name is Miguel; what's your name, gorgeous?"

"Her name is Emily! I think she likes you, Miguel!" Randa chimes in, giving me a wink. Miguel chuckles at seeing me return a glare her way.

"You know, Emily, I'm already going against the rules for you ladies. Do you want to have more fun than me just dancing on you?" I nod my head while I can hear the rest of the women cheer. "Anyone have any ideas how we can have fun?"

"Well, you could let us grind on you to the music while we all do the conga!" Randa says seductively.

"I haven't done that before, but it sounds fun." Miguel goes to change the music on his phone while we start to move the coffee table and some chairs out of the way. "Alright, my beauties, line up behind me. Emily, I want you to get right behind me. Ok, so every lap around we will let each lady have a turn. For example, Emily, you have access to grind on me. Then, after we have all lapped around the kitchen, through the dining room, back here to the den, you will get in front of me to let me grind on you." He winked at me, then glanced at Randa. "Then it will be your turn up against me. Everyone understand?" We all nod as he approves and taps his phone to play the music.

"You know, maybe being the first out of everyone is a tad intimidating. What if I don't perform well enough?" I whisper in his ear, gently nibbling on it. I can hear a low hum come from him as I push up against him. I reach my hand around, slowly going across his hips. He can stop me if he wants. He puts his hand on mine, brings it to his mouth, places a small kiss against it, then puts it directly on his cock. "Try not to dance too fast." I say as I start rubbing up and down his shaft with my right hand, grabbing his ass with my left. Damn, you could bounce a quarter of him! I bite down on the spot of his neck that goes into his shoulder. This makes him gasp; he's so quiet that I almost miss it. Almost. Every thrust to the music allows my hand to adjust, letting him have fun without worrying about getting him close. When we make our way back to the den, I am giddy with excitement at 'my turn'.

As I get in front of him, I try to get close without trying to trip him when we move again. Apparently, he isn't worried about tripping, as he pulls me even closer to his amazing sports body. I can feel his hardness dig into my ass as he makes sure to thrust against my jeans. God, he feels so good. I know that this is as far as I can let him go with me... but maybe Richard won't mind if I go farther with him!

He kisses along my neck down to my collarbone. I shudder and feel goosebumps flitter across my skin. He chuckles until Randa, who is behind him, pinches his ass. I giggle until he forwards the act onto me, but instead of pinching my ass, he instead uses both hands to pinch my nipples. We make it back to the den, and to my disappointment, I must go to the back of the line. However, I notice that I can still see fairly well what each lady does to him. Better than nothing.

When Randa gets in front of him, Angie steps up against him. We take another lap, while Miguel continues to fondle Randa, occasionally pulling her hair and biting down on her neck. Angie took a page out of his book and gently ran her hand through his hair, letting her hands travel down until she was scratching her nails down his back. Despite the red marks, he seems to be enjoying it.

Veronica takes her turn next. Her hands travel all across his muscles. She peppers kisses all up and down his red back. Then she reaches in front of him and whispers in his ear. She takes her right hand and goes underneath him, between his legs. I peek around, and I am able to see that she is massaging his balls. When we make another pass in the den, she takes her turn in front of him.

Next is Evelyn's turn to get behind him. She takes a different approach and turns her attention to his young taut ass, alternating between each cheek to the beat of the music. While she starts with soft taps, it quickly shifts to stingier smacks. Miguel keeps his composure well, focusing on Veronica. He bites her neck while he slides his hands to her front. I don't have a clear view, but we all hear her gasp. He must be sliding his hands under the waistband of her skirt, and from the noises she is making, it seems like he is just toying with her instead of fingering her.

Her moans of desperation for him to go further make me metaphorically face palm for not wearing the skirt I had planned on before I decided on these jeans. On the final lap, when Evelyn goes to get in front of him, he pauses the music. This catches us all off guard.

"Since it would be unfair to let Emily have two turns playing with me, what if I have Evelyn bend over the couch and I spank her for the amount of time that it would take us to go around again?"

"That would be super-hot!" I shout, much to Evelyn's displeasure. I then see all the other women nod their heads in agreement. "Sorry Eve, but it's only fair after all." I give her a wink.

"Do you want a paddle, Miguel?" Randa asks, and a devious smile creeps across her face.

"Hey!" Eve shoots back while Miguel leads her to the couch arm.

"Hmm.... I think it's only fair that your friends get to decide. All in favor of me using a paddle on your poor friend's ass?" Each of our hands shot into the air without hesitation. Despite the glare that Evelyn gave all of us, Randa quickly retrieved the wooden paddle from her room, giving it to Miguel. "I think three minutes is fair enough. What do you think?" he asked Eve as he ran his hand down the curve of her ass.

"Let's just get on with it; I can take it anyway."

"Sounds like she's giving you a challenge, Miguel!" Angie mentions as she tries to egg Miguel on. Before Evelyn can say anything, Miguel starts swatting her bottom. Even knowing he was fixing to start, the first strike takes her by surprise. His toned muscles flex as he brings down the paddle to spank the sweet spot where her ass meets the tops of her thighs. He starts off with warming her up, landing firm strikes. After about a minute, she starts to have tears well up in her eyes and wiggle around. Yes, smack her ass! She deserves it! Thankful that the sadistic side of me didn't say the words out loud, I glance at the rest of the group. I can't believe my eyes as I notice that each lady is intensely watching Miguel spank our 43-year-old friend. Hell, maybe they're thinking the same thing! The minutes pass freely when Miguel finally finishes. Then he helps her raise up and hugs her. I can't help but think that the gesture is so sweet until I see his dick fully erect.

"Thank you, that was fun." She tearfully smiles at him as she rubs her ass. "Traitors." She laughs, noticing that all of us are staring. "Alright, since you all wanted to offer me up to get spanked, I vote that our next game is taking body shots off Miguel!" Miguel shrugs his shoulders with a grin on his face. I go over to grab his hand and walk him to the island in the kitchen. He doesn't need any further invitation as he lays back, the cool counter causing his nipples to harden. Angie pours some salt and a tad bit of gin, tipping the glass to spill all over Miguel.

"Ok, let's make it even more interesting," says Veronica. "The girl who finishes their shot first gets the first pick of where to lick Miguel." We each agree, and Randa passes out the five-shot glasses to us. "Alright, ready? One, two, three!" Bottoms up! Angie is the first to finish, followed by Randa, then Veronica, next is Evelyn, and I finish last.

Angie excitedly steps up to Miguel, licking the salty drink mix from one nipple to the other, making him take a deep, steeling breath in. She winks at him as she lets Randa have her turn. Randa traces a finger down his biceps, then leans down to lick from under his chin, down to his collarbone, where she leaves a small hickey. When Veronica is up, she goes straight to his six pack, licking over each individual ab as she goes. Evelyn patiently waits until she's done, then licks from the top of his belly button up to just under his chest. Finally, my turn... but I want something else. Noticing that all of the others had missed his nether regions as well as the small amount of mix that leaked down from his chest and past his shoulders. I hover over him, slowly allowing my chest to lower over him, licking the forgotten area. I lean further to nibble on his ear like I had earlier, eliciting a moan. This young buck is so sexy, like play dough in our hands. I travel down to his cock, sliding my lips over his tip. I feel him tense.

"I can stop if you want." He shakes his head, lifting his hand to gently push on the back of my head towards his cock. Thankful for the green light, I go all the way down his shaft, taking all of him in my mouth. I can hear him mutter the word 'fuck' but continue bobbing up and down. It doesn't take long for his young dick to explode in my mouth, allowing me to swallow all of his seed. I raise up, licking my lips, and see his look of bewilderment.

"No-No one has ever taken all of me before, let alone swallowed." He breathes shakily.

"Well, that's the advantage of being with an older woman, sweetheart." I wink at him, noticing the rest of the ladies are shocked. "What? Don't judge!"

"Judge? Hell, I want a turn!" Evelyn says first, but the others agree.

****Back to present****

"That's the last thing I remember, honey. Are you upset?" I look at the ground, hoping Rick will allow me to get by with this considering our relationship. When he doesn't answer, I peek over his shoulder, noticing his dick is not only out but he is stroking himself.

"Well, you do know better. You're supposed to ask before you do anything, Elizabeth. But, God, hearing you do all of that, I am so turned on. I'll forgive you this time, but on two conditions.

"Which are?" I lift an eyebrow at him, sliding to the side of him.

"One, you are going to call your friends and invite them to watch you be the one to get spanked, and I promise you that I won't be as gentle as the young man with Eve." I cringe inside a little knowing my husband is only doing this to use it as a humiliating punishment. I guess I deserve that--wait!

"And the second condition, my love?" He grabs my hand, gently pulling me towards his crotch.

"I want a blowjob from that hot mouth of yours, and you better not waste a single drop."

"Yes, honey, of course." I slide from the couch to my knees in front of him as my mind continues to misbehave, wandering back to Miguel.