Birthday Present Ch 03

Authors Note: No characters depicted in any sexual situation or scene in this story are under the age of 18.

Birthday Present ch3

I'd decided to hole up in my house for a few days, working remotely, until this, whatever it was, worked itself out. My wife, Lydia, said I was being silly, that it was all just a coincidence. How could what happened at the restaurant and what happened at work be in any way connected? In a way, she was right. We'd talked to Suzanne and found out that she had also been driven to suck off one of the guys where she worked, much to Mike's displeasure. That was something they were going to have to work through, though. I didn't see how what happened to me could be in any way related to what happened to Suzanne at work. Maybe some kind of contamination between my wife and I, but her too?

The other thing that bothered me was how little my wife was bothered by me having sex at work, with not only one of my co-workers, but my boss. She'd always been okay with me looking, as long as I didn't make it too obvious, but I'd NEVER even think to touch, and she knew it. Now I'd had sex with her best friend, right in front of her, and fucked co-workers and my boss at work, and she didn't seem the least bit bothered by it. She was more concerned about how I felt about her having sex with that intern at work. I of course told her I forgave her, like I really had any choice after what I had done. But in reality, I did forgive her. I knew, without any doubt, that she really didn't mean to do it and just couldn't help herself, just like I couldn't. I wasn't angry at her over having had sex with this guy, which did surprise me a little. I was a little miffed that she let him cum inside her, but that was all, and I would have thought that I'd be much more upset at her for having sex with another guy. All I could think was that whatever this was, it was suppressing our feelings guilt and betrayal as much as it was enhancing our levels of desire and lust.

"What are your plans today?" my wife asked as I lay on the bed and watched her dress. She had taken panties, stockings and bra out of the dresser, but had put only the stockings on as she headed to the walk-in closet.

"Not sure yet. I have plenty of work to do," I answered while she was in the closet. She walked out, smoothing the cloth of a very snug-fitting dress that would be more suited to wearing to a club than work. The skirt only came to the middle of her thighs, and the slick, silvery material clung to her trim form all the way up to her big chest. The glistening material seemed to mold itself to the thirty-eight double-D breasts which I loved looking at so very much. The snug material clung tight enough to her chest that her obviously hard nipples made two very sexy and prominent protrusions in the otherwise smooth surface.

"What?" She asked, looking up at me staring at her.

"You going to work like that?" I asked.

"Sure, why?"

"You might have forgotten something." I said, nodding toward the foot of the bed and the bra and panties still laying there.

She stepped over to the underwear and lifted the panties. "You mean these? I was thinking, if I don't wear em, how horny do you think I'll be when I get home?"

"Pretty horny, if you can actually last that long." I answered. "With you not wearing a bra, you know some guy is bound to comment."

"And you're afraid that a comment will lead to more?"

"Isn't that sorta what happened yesterday?"

"Not exactly. I was sitting there playing with my pussy when he came in. I just

had

to be fucked. You said you understood and weren't upset."

"I'm not. I just didn't think we needed to make that sort of thing a habit. The way you've been acting the last few days, I'm sort of surprised that you haven't come to me and said, 'Hey, you wouldn't mind if I fucked a few guys at work, would you?'"

"I wouldn't ever do that to you."

"You fucked Mike and that intern. Why not a few more?"

"You mean like you?" she said with a naughty little grin. "Didn't know Mike had such a sexy cock! Not as good as yours, but still pretty damn good. If I'd have known, I might have tried to fuck him sooner. I'm sure you wouldn't have minded fucking Suzanne before this."

I ignored the obvious implication. "And the intern?"

"You know I was just was sooo fucking horny I couldn't help myself."

"Just the same. I don't get what's happening to either of us, but I'd prefer that you wore something less likely to get you fucked."

"You mean like a pantsuit? Or maybe a chastity belt?" she asked with raised eyebrows. She walked over and leaned over the bed and kissed me softly on the lips before whispering to me, "Don't worry, lover, I promise, there won't be any cocks in this pussy today but yours, unless you tell me otherwise."

"I guess that'll have to be good enough."

"Of course it will. When have you ever

not

trusted me to keep my word?"

"Never."

"And I'll keep it this time. I promise." She moved to kneel on the bed next to me and reached for my hand. She pulled it between her legs and up her thighs until I could feel her wet bare pussy lips. I could feel the wetness of her pussy as I stroked her soft lips, the desire to just take the dress off and fuck her growing by the moment. "You just have to promise to let me fuck your brains out when I get home."

"Why wait that long. There's nothing stopping you from just sitting on me right now." I answered softly.

"But then I'd be leaking your cum out of my pussy all day and I couldn't walk around without panties on."

"It might be worth the price."

"I have a better idea," she said whispered. "A way we can both win."

"How's that?"

"You just let me know when you have to come." She straightened up and pulled the dress hem up until her dress was pulled above her waist. She pushed herself up to stand on the bed in her bare feet one foot on either side of me. She squatted down over me and guided my raging hard-on to her sopping wet lips. She moaned softly as she slid down my shaft, my fat cock driving deep into her depths as she sank all the way down until her bare ass rested on my thighs. She began to slide herself up and down my shaft, fucking me slowly, tantalizingly. She moved deliberately, arching her back with each stroke to ensure that her clit ground against my hard shaft. Up and down she moved, her tits bouncing sexily inside the dress, her even harder nipples blatantly evident through the thin, silvery material.

Her slow, deliberate strokes changed gradually, growing not only faster, but harder, her ass slapping me with each stroke, plunging herself hard down my shaft. I could feel my engorged head fatten as she pushed me toward climax.

"God, I love fucking you," she moaned as she worked herself on my engorged cock, her hot, wet pussy stroking me in all the best ways. I reached between her legs and rested my hand on my pelvis so that each stroke pushed her clit along my finger, the new sensations pushing her climax to fruition surprisingly quickly. I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, and I groaned as I worked to keep from shooting my seed deep in her at that very moment.

"Gonna come, baby," I moaned softly as I curled my toes to keep from unloading in her spasming pussy. She looked down at me with a slightly frustrated grimace before quickly pulling off my dick. She slid down the bed, wrapped her hands and mouth around my dick, then started stroking me frantically. "Ohhhhh god, yes," I groaned as I let myself go, my body jerking and pumping shot after shot into her mouth. She sucked and stroked me until I reached to her head and stopped her, my now over-sensitive head unable to take that much sensation.

She lifted her head and looked at me with a wide smile. "How was that, baby? Feel better now?"

"I sure as hell do. You?"

"Oh yeah. I was getting so fucking hot for you, looking at your hard-on. I love fucking you. I could have fucked you just a little bit longer, but I promised. Hell, I could fuck you all day if you'd let me."

"I believe it. God you fuck good!"

"As good as your boss?" she asked with a cockeyed little grin. "And if you say no, you better plan on getting her ass over her to give me lessons."

I chuckled. "No, you definitely fuck better."

She smiled as she climbed off the bed and stood up, pulling her dress down and smoothing it again. "I'd better get going. Now that we've burned up so much time, you're gonna have to get breakfast on your own, or I'll be late for work."

"Okay, babe. Have a good day!"

"It's already been good! It can only get better!" she called as she headed down the hallway, high heels in hand. "Don't forget, you have a dentist appointment at ten!"

"Oh shit. I did," I mumbled as I climbed from bed. I headed to the shower to get cleaned up.

To be fair, I'd probably tried to forget. I hated going to the dentist. True, it was only once every six months, but I still hated it. Jolene, the twenty-something oral hygienist was gentle enough as she cleaned my teeth, but still I hated having it done. I showered, made some breakfast and sat down with my computer to get some work done.

It was barely nine when the doorbell rang. I frowned at the interruption and got up to answer the door.

"Hello, mister Leonard?" A middle-aged woman in a postal uniform said from the porch as I opened the door.

"Yes."

"I have a certified letter for you. Signature required." She held out a clipboard with a fat white envelope with a little green form glued on it. I took the clipboard and pen from her and scribbled my name in the signature block.

"Here you go." I said, handing it back.

"Thank you. And here, is your package." She said, holding out the fat white plastic, bubble wrap, envelope the form had been stuck to.

"Thank you." I took the package then stepped back and started to close the door.

"Um... excuse me," she said, still standing on the porch, making no move to turn and head back to her mail truck.

"Yes?" I asked, stopping the process of closing the door.

"I hate to ask, but is there any chance that I could use your bathroom? We're not supposed to, but I really have to go."

I chuckled, thinking how hard it would be to have to hold it if I were doing that job. "Sure," I answered, opening the door back up all the way. "First door on the left." I pointed to the hallway.

"Thank you

so

much!" she said as she brushed past me and walked quickly toward the hallway. I left the door ajar for her and headed back to the sofa and my laptop to pick up where I'd left off. I sat and started working again, glancing up occasionally to look down the hallway, wondering what was taking her so long. She seemed to have been in the bathroom an awfully long time if she just had to pee. "Maybe it was something else? " I mumbled as I shrugged and looked down at the computer again. I saw movement and looked up to see her walking out from the hallway. I stared at her as she walked to the middle of the room and dropped the uniform in her hand on the floor.

"I hope you don't mind" she said, standing nude in the middle of the room.

It took me almost half a minute to answer. "No. not at all," I mumbled as I stared at her, feeling my dick hardening in my pants.

She slid her hands up and down her body, from her crotch, with a small bush of blonde curls on it, up to her maybe B-cup tits, and then up to her neck. Her hands slipped up and down, caressing her body and clearly enticing herself, nipples hardening as she teased her body with her finger tips. She didn't say a word as she stepped her feet apart a bit farther, reaching one hand between her legs to stroke her pussy. "I want to fuck you. I want to feel your cock pushing in and out of my pussy and to feel your cum flowing into me. Let me fuck you. Please let me fuck you!"

I couldn't help myself in that moment. I had an undeniable urge to push my dick into that incredibly sexy looking pussy. I wanted to feel her around me, I wanted to feel her riding up and down my shaft. I wanted...no I

needed

to feel myself cum inside her deep confines. I pushed my computer onto the sofa and then slowly started to unbuckle my belt as I sat staring at her teasing her body. She cupped one and then the other breast, licking her lips in anticipation as she stared at me undoing my pants. "Ohhhh, fuck yes," she whispered to herself as I lifted my butt off the sofa and pushed my pants and briefs down, freeing my now-hard dick.

She moved tentatively, stepping closer to me and then around the coffee table between us. She lifted one foot and rested it on the sofa to spread her legs even more. I stared at her sexy body, at her firm, round pussy lips and the inner labia pushing out from between them. Her finger tips stroked over and around her soft protruding lips, occasionally slipping between them to draw some of her excitement out and spread it around, making her lips glisten. I rubbed my cock slowly while watching finger slip between her lips, slowly stroking from the entrance to her depths to her clit. She moaned softly, staring at my hand sliding on my cock as she pushed a finger into herself, pushing it in a full two knuckles deep. She stroked it in and out of herself in time with my slow strokes on my cock. She looked like she wanted to do more, her lips pursing and then her tongue slipping out to lick them. I could see her hesitation, her desire to step to me and feel my cock inside her, but also something holding her back.

We watched each other, watching each other pleasure ourselves while occasionally glancing at each other's eyes and making a connection. I could see the desire building in her and was about to suggest that she come sit on my lap when she started to move. It only took her a few moments to close the distance and crawl onto the sofa, one knee on either side of my hips. She sat on my legs and took my hands in hers, pulling them both up to her chest, coaxing me to cup each firm little mound. She smiled at me as I squeezed her firm breasts, her hands reaching down for my dick. She lifted her butt off my legs and bent herself enough to see my dick between her legs. We both watched my fat mushroom head as she rubbed it between her flowery inner lips, spread her juices on it and finding that perfect spot for it to be. She lowered herself down slowly, forcing her body to stretch around my head. She let the breath she was holding out slowly, letting a little moan slip out as well, as she pushed herself down against my engorged head. Her body resisted, refusing for long seconds to let the fat intruder in before finally giving way to accept my fat member.

"Oh god, yes," she whispered as she slipped slowly down my shaft, her body stretching inside to accept the size of my engorged shaft. I felt her butt finally rest on my legs, pressing her firm cheeks to my thighs ass he panted lightly for a few moment. She moved slowly at first, lifting and lowering herself up and down my shaft, spreading her juices on my dick. I could feel her soft vaginal walls stroking and gripping me with each stroke. Her slow strokes soon increased in pace, her tight little pussy squeezing me pleasantly as she bounced harder, her ass starting to slap against my thighs. Her small tits bounced slightly in my hands with each impact, reminding me of what I should have been doing. That's it. Squeeze them. I love having then squeezed," she moaned. I did as she asked, squeezing her firm orbs between my fingers and palms, making her shudder for a few moments. "Oh damn, yes. That is soooo good. I could fuck this cock all day. Just fuck it and fuck it and fuck it. Are you enjoying it as much as I am?"

"Oh yeah. You keep going like this, and you're going to make me come buckets in you," I groaned, enjoying the spreading warmth and tingle that heralded the growth of my orgasm.

"Good. I want you to. I want to feel you come in my pussy. I want to feel you fill me with your seed, to give the goddess all of your desire and lust. I want to be the receptacle of your sex, to feel you come and to feel you make me come."

"Then you should hurry, because you're not too far from being that receptacle." I groaned as she continued to ride me wildly.

"DO IT! COME FOR ME! FILL ME UP!" she cried, her body starting to tremble while she continued to bounce herself up and down my shaft. "OH FUCK! I'M COOOOMMMING!" she screamed as she slammed herself down on me over and over, each plunge down my shaft jamming my head against the end of her vagina. The warmth and tingle and urgency grew beyond what I could hold back, and with a massive groan, I jerked hard. I could feel the surge of cum flow up my shaft, and gush into her pussy as she slammed down on me one more time. She sat on me, moaning as she felt my cum surge into her with each new spasm of my body. Her whole body trembled and shook where she sat, panting for breath between deep moans of pleasure.

She slowly leaned toward me, aiming her lips for mine, kissing me slowly, softly, letting little pants and moans slip between our lips as her climax slowly faded with mine. I felt that almost drunk feeling start to pass as our lips brushed each other's and my cock softened inside her. "Fuck yes," she whispered, her lips brushing mine as she did. "The goddess was pleased with our gift."

I pulled my head back from her and looked into her eyes in confusion. "What?"

"The goddess was pleased," she whispered, staring back into my eyes in an almost spooky way. She stared at me unblinking for several more seconds and then blinked and shook her head slightly. The look on her face changed from contentment to confusion. She looked at me, then down at us. She pushed herself up and pushed my hands away from her tits, looking down at her nude body. "Shit." She whispered. "Did I... Did you... Did we...Shit!" she gasped. She pushed up off of me, pulling off my still partly hard dick as she stood up. She spread her knees and looked at her own pussy, my copious load of cum slowly oozing from her to drip to the floor between her legs. She looked back at me, her face still a mask of confusion. "I'm naked! Why am I naked? Shit! Did I take off my clothes and... um... did I beg you to fuck me?"

"You sorta did."

"God, I don't know what got into me." She twisting around, looking for her clothes. She found the pile she had dropped and began to dress, stepping into her panties first, giving me another sexy view of her leaking pussy as she did. She pulled them up, capturing my oozing cum before straightening again. She slipped on her small lace bra and fastened it behind her back. "I don't know what to think. I've never done anything like this before," she said, facing away from me, untangling the arms of her light blue postal shirt. "I want to apologize. I'm sure this wasn't how you planned on spending your day, having sex forced on you by a strange woman."

"You didn't force me." I answered her.

She stopped dressing and turned to look at me. "I don't know why, but I was in the bathroom and I felt the urge to undress and show you my body. The longer I stood there, the more I wanted to fuck you. I don't know why or what or anything, but I do know that you didn't ask me for it. I just sorta did it without asking, so yeah, I sorta forced it on you."

I got up, shuffled around the table to step toward her. She turned away, her face flushed in embarrassment. I stepped behind her, and slipped my arms around her waist. I wasn't sure why I was doing it, but I felt compelled to. I cupped each of her breasts through the lace and gently stroked her nipples with my thumbs while I kissed the back of her neck. She stood frozen for almost half a minute, holding her shirt in one hand, before she turned in my arms to face me. She looked up at me, and opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. "God I want to let you fuck me again. Just take me again, right here, but I can't do this again. I have to leave," she whispered. "I don't want to. I want you to take me again. I want to feel you in me, pumping your seed deep in my pussy. I want to come for you again and let you feel my orgasm match yours." She said with a look of confusion on her face. "I don't understand it. I really don't. But I know I have to leave before I can't."