The party was going extremely well and I was receiving many compliments about my new gown and makeover, presents from my husband Brian and my best friend Linda respectively. In addition, I had been goosed two or three times on my way around the room; that would be Steve, Brian's partner. He is a dirty bastard at the best of times, and has been trying to get into my panties for years. I was also getting more than a little tipsy from all the champagne I had drunk. After all, a girl only reaches fifty once!
The dress, which was black, and finished below my armpits, showed off the swell of my breasts to perfection. In addition, it had a slit from hem to hip, showing off my second- best feature, my legs. The color contrasted with my long, platinum blonde, almost white hair and my blue eyes, giving me an almost Scandinavian look, my name is Diana by the way.
My friend Linda on the other hand, was the complete opposite of me. Where I was tall and blonde, she was short and dark. Her dark brown, almost chocolate colored curls, with matching hazel eyes, were in sharp contrast to mine, but they complemented her red dress perfectly. We had been friends since college, and told each other everything, even stuff we didn't tell our husbands, especially stuff we didn't tell our husbands! For as long as I can remember we have surprised each other with an extra gift on our birthdays, tonight would prove to be no exception.
I was about to raise my fourth or was it fifth? glass of champagne to my red-painted lips, when Linda sauntered across the room; a broad smile on her face. She and Brian had had their heads together, deep in conversation; for about ten minutes, obviously planning something, and Brian kept checking his phone. As I said, Linda and I are unalike in every respect bar one, our figures. Both of us are curvy and voluptuous, her boobs are bigger but my ass is fuller and rounder and gets a lot of attention, particularly from Brian, who loves to grab hold of it while he thrusts into me. Linda was still smiling as she reached me, I knew that look of old, she had something planned that she had not told me about.
"Okay, what's up?" I said, slurring my words slightly, and turning to face her a little unsteadily. With all the champagne I had drunk, "what's up?" came out more like "waz up?"
Dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper though there was no need due to the loud music and chatter in the room Linda spoke.
"Happy Birthday darling, I've arranged a "special" surprise for your birthday, it's outside on the pooldeck."
Go on enjoy yourself, I'll look after the fort for a while. If anybody asks where you are, I'll tell them that you have slipped out for some fresh air!"
Linda pushed me towards the sliding picture window, which led out onto the pool deck. I tottered toward it, a combination of the champagne and my high heels making my arrival there more than a little tricky. I nearly turned my ankle when I caught my heel on the carpet, and then nearly tripped on the hem of my new gown.
Intrigued as to what my "special" present might be, I stepped outside onto the pool deck and into the cooling night air. The cold hit me like a slap in the face after the heat and noise inside the house and sobered me up a little, but not too much. I was a little puzzled about just what Linda had meant. As I searched the pool deck for my "special surprise," a rustling in the undergrowth off to my left drew my attention. It parted and a man stepped out onto the pool deck. He was tall, that was about all that I could make out about him through the deepening darkness. His voice when he spoke sounded young, younger than me anyway.
"Sorry I'm late, I tried the front door, but there was no answer."
He held out his hand for me to take, and I reached out mine to take it; as I did so I had to lean forward a little in my four-inch black heels, tottering a little as I did.
"I'm Diana!" I said, a drunken smile on my face, "it's my birthday!"
"Hi I'm..."
Before he could finish I stumbled, a heel had caught in the hem of my dress and I fell into his arms; they closed quickly around me, enveloping me in corded muscle and masculine warmth. He held me until I regained my balance, not easy in heels when you are slightly the worse for wear from alcohol. Eventually I managed it, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around my curvy body, his earthy masculine scent and his broad muscular chest, into which my face was now pressed. Even in four-inch heels, he was at least a head taller than I; so I had to look up in an effort to try to see his face, which was still in shadow, the moon having disappeared behind the clouds. As he held me, Linda's words came back to me.
"It's on the pooldeck!"
As I lay there in his strong muscular arms, it came to me in a moment of alcohol-fuelled clarity, this young man was my "special surprise!"
He started to repeat himself, but I put a finger to his lips.
"I don't need to know your name, just give me the best birthday present ever!" I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck and planting my red-painted lips on his in a passionate kiss.
After his initial surprise, he returned my kiss vigorously, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer so that his warm mouth enveloped mine in the hottest, deepest kiss anyone had given me in a long time. In the dim light his eyes seemed to glow with a passionate fire. His large hands found their way to my large round ass and squeezed hard, making me gasp at the way he took possession of me without needing any permission from me.
His hot breath had, raised goose bumps on my skin in the cool night air, as his mouth made its way to my neck and throat, lavishing kisses as it went; particularly when he ran his warm, wet tongue over where his hot breath had just been. My brain was telling me that this was a bad idea, that my husband was only a short distance away and could come out and catch us at any moment. My body on the other hand, was screaming "more!" I couldn't remember the last time my husband Brian had done anything like this; if he had ever done anything like this! He was strictly a "Saturday Night" man. As my stranger continued exploring me with his tongue and lips, the damp patch which had appeared on my black lacy briefs grew wetter by the second.
I tried, I really tried to ignore the messages my overwrought pussy was flashing to my brain. However, the feel of his large hands on my body through my dress was just too good.
"Oh God, don't stop, that feels fantastic!" I moaned, pressing back against his growing bulge.
"I wasn't about to," he murmured against my neck; at the same time running his tongue along my jaw and down my neck, sending shivers through me; his breath hot against my skin, which had rapidly heated up as his hands continued to explore my voluptuous body. My tits are my biggest asset, quite literally, and soon he was cupping them; squeezing them in those big hands, pinching and rolling the nipples hard, they hardened and filled with blood, soon they were as hard as bullets, peaking the front of my dress, as I was not wearing a bra under it.
"You have beautiful breasts," He murmured against my exposed shoulder as he continued to tease my nipples and cup my breasts in his big hands, sending shivers through me to my core, not with the cold but with anticipation of what he would do next! I let out a gasp as his hot lips placed another kiss on my exposed neck, just below my ear this time. It felt as though a branding iron had been placed against my skin.
I don't know about you, but sex with a stranger is definitely in my top five fantasies, maybe even number one. However, that is all it was
,
a fantasy
,
until now. I had never cheated on Brian, though I have to admit that I had been tempted once or twice. I always said no though, I did not consider it worth risking my marriage for a few moments of pleasure. However, this was my fantasy for fuck's sake; I figured that there would not be another chance.
As his hands roamed lower with impunity, they began raising the hem of my gown, it opened, exposing my long shapely legs clad in black nylon up to my creamy thighs: the garter straps pulling my stockings tight against my smooth skin. At the same time, he revealed my black lacy briefs. Because of all the things my stranger was doing to me, the crotch was getting wetter by the second! As he raised my gown higher; the cool night air rushed in, kissing my overheated and sopping slit through my briefs with its cool touch, making me shiver. Sliding a hand beneath the elastic waistband, he searched out my pussy with his long, strong fingers.
I gave a gasp then groaned as two fingers separated the lips of my pussy; I could almost hear him smile as he felt the heat and wetness there. Without warning, he slid them into the furnace-like heat between my soft, creamy thighs, searching for the sensitive spot that would have me writhing and crying out. It was the one place more sensitive than my clit, which was by now virtually singing as this young stranger fingered me towards an orgasm.
