Becy & Brian's Birthday Gangbang

All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no underage characters in this story.

Becky relents and finally agrees to give her husband his birthday wish and have sex with his friends in exchange for a new car.

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Impossible to forget his wife's birthday, Brian and Becky were born on the same day. Hating to do so but needing to ask her so that he could reiterate his own birthday wish, Brian asked Becky what she wanted for her birthday but first he needed to ask her about her dream.

"So?" He looked at her with curiosity.

"So what?" She returned his look with a smirk.

"What was your dream?"

"Oh, nothing. More of a nightmare really but I don't want to talk about it now. I'll tell you all about it later," she said.

"Okay," he said scratching his head while looking at her with curiosity again. "So?"

"So what now?" She looked at him as if he was nuts.

"What do you want for you birthday Becky?"

More interested in telling her what he wanted for his birthday again, Brian looked at his wife while waiting for and expecting the same answer that she gave him last year, the year before that, and the year before that.

"What do I want for my birthday, besides a new kitchen, the fur coat you promised me for our tenth anniversary, and the diamond ring you promised me on my engagement to you but never bought me? I want the same thing that I've been asking you for every year, a new car. I want a new car Brian. I need a new car," she said looking and smiling at him with hopefulness.

"And I told you what I wanted for my birthday last year and the year before that but you didn't grant me my birthday wish," he said with a non-caring shrug.

"Still waiting for you to buy me a new car, my car is nine years old," she said ignoring his comment. As if the answer was above her head, and making sure that she calculated the correct answer, she looked up at the ceiling to count how old her car was on her fingers with both hands. "It's almost ten years old."

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged and looked at her with a loud sigh.

"A bad economy and with no overtime, I'm doing everything I can to keep my job never mind buying you a new car Becky," said Brian with sadness. "Times are tough for everyone. We're lucky we still have our house."

A good man, a hardworking man, but a man with a controlling personality, his role has always been to keep his wife in place by making her feel guilty about spending money while keeping her in the dark about their finances. A saver and not a spender, the type of man who saved and still has his first dollar, she knew he had more money than he said he did. Besides, when his father died and with him being just as tight with money as Brian is, she knew he left him a bundle.

"I know you Brian with your secret bank accounts and safety deposit box. You're not fooling me. I know you have money stashed away," she said staring at him with her big, brown eyes with a distrusting look before falling quiet in thought. For him not to tell her about the money he had, obviously, he didn't trust her. How could she be married to a man for fifteen years and with him not trusting her? "What about you?"

Not wanting to get in another argument on her birthday, she dreaded asking her husband what he wanted for his birthday. Already know his birthday wish, stripping her naked and tying her to the bed, he wanted her to have sex with his friends while he watched.

"What about me what?" He looked at his wife with feigned curiosity. Seemingly, being that it was his birthday too, he knew what she was going to ask him.

"What do you want for your birthday Brian?"

Being that they never went out and bought gifts, it was their custom to ask one another what they wanted for their birthdays, on their birthdays. Then, they'd go out together and buy what it is they wanted. That custom worked out well with them, until she started asking him to buy her a new car and he started asking her to have sex with his friends. Now at a stalemate and at a crossroad where all signs led in one direction, to the end of the road and a dead end, he wouldn't buy her a car unless she had sex with his friends.

Becky looked at her husband. She didn't need to be a mind reader to know what he wanted for his birthday. In the way that she gave him the same answer in wanting a new car every year, she expected him to give her the same birthday wish that he gave her every year. Once again, with neither of them relenting to grant the other their birthday wish, this year would be another year with neither one of them getting anything for their birthdays.

"I want the same thing that I ask you for every year Becky. I want to strip you naked and allow me to tie you to the bed," he said with a sly, sexy grin.

She rolled her eyes and made a sour face in the way she did when he told her that his mother was coming for a visit.

"Good God not again. Give it a rest Brian. Get it through your thick, Irish head that you stripping me naked and tying me to the bed will never happen," she said with defiance. "Knowing you, once you have me bound and naked, you'll parade you friends in our bedroom to see me naked. Knowing you, once you have me bound and naked, you'll have them touch me, feel me, and gangbang me while you watch."

When she said what she just said about him parading his friends in to see her naked before touching her, feeling her, and gangbanging her, especially after the sexy dream she just had, she felt a twinge of sexual arousal. Something she never thought about until he hounded her about it every year, she never really considered doing his friends until now and until she had that sexy dream last night. Not really the exhibitionist type, it would still be sexy for his friends to see her naked, so long as it was her choice and not forced in the way that her husband wanted to do with her naked body by tying her to the bed.

Getting sexually excited just thinking about his friends seeing her naked, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have four men and eight set of eyes seeing her naked. She couldn't help but imagined what it would feel like to have 8 hands, 32 fingers, and 8 thumbs touching her, feeling her, and fondling her where only her husband was allowed to touch, feel, and fondle her naked body. Against all of that before, now after having her realistic dream, she couldn't help but imagine having four erect cocks at her ready to touch, to fondle, and to stroke. Never considering giving him his birthday wish and now that she was considering it, she couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have a cock in each hand, a cock in her pussy and another cock up her ass.

"C'mon, Becky why not? With you having the best body of all of my friends' wives, you have a hot body. You eat right and exercise. You have a better and hotter body than many of the hot movie stars and celebrities on TV."

He looked at her with as much hopefulness in wanting to strip her naked and tie her to the bed as she looked at him in hoping he'd buy her a new car, give her a new kitchen, buy her a fur coat, and/or finally buy her the diamond ring that he promised to buy her so very long ago.

"It's not you stripping me naked that I mind Brian. You can strip me naked any day, every day, multiple times a day but it's tying me to the bed that I don't like. I don't want to be so helplessly bound. I don't like to be forced and I don't like to feel helpless," she said imagining her husband doing all sorts of disrespectfully nasty things to her naked body while she was tied to the bed. "I'd feel so claustrophobic."

"Tell me this then Becky," he said seemingly about to concede in buying her a new car with what he said next. "Would you give me my birthday wish of stripping you naked and tying you to the bed if I gave you your birthday wish and bought you a new car?"

There, he just admitted that he had enough money to buy her a car. Not one to take out a loan or use a credit card, paying cash for everything he bought, she knew he had a horde of cash stashed away somewhere. She looked at him as if he was joking before she realized that he was serious. A new car. She'd so love to have a new car but for him to buy her a new car, for her to receive her birthday wish, she'd have to grant him his birthday wish too.

"Fuck yeah," she said. After having her sexy dream last night, she didn't have to ponder her response this year in the way she did the previous two years. "Definitely, I'll give you your birthday wish if you buy me a new car."

If this was all that it took for him to buy her a new car, strip her naked and tie her to the bed, then she would have stripped naked and allowed him to tie her to the bed years ago. Alas, not happy with stripping her naked and tying her to the bed, she knew that's not all that he wanted. He wanted more, a lot more, and too much more for relent and give him. Yet, now that she had her dream and now that she knew how their night of threesome sex would turn out, she was ready to relent and give him his birthday wish.

"Only, with you stripped naked and tied to the bed, I'd want my friends in the room to see you naked too," he said.

She knew it. Making her sick to her stomach and sexually excited at the same time, especially after the dream she just had, she imagined his horny and perverted friends staring at her and seeing what only her husband has ever seen of her. Having flashed his friends lots of down blouses and up skirts before at her husband's horny request, before and after having hot pillow talk of all that she showed and all that they saw, they had the best sex when she flashed other men at her husband's request.

Yet, flashing her panties and bra was one thing but being tied naked to the bed while he filed his friends in to see her as if she was an exhibit on display at a museum was something else. She could only imagine all that he'd say while violating her by allowing his friends to see her naked. Imagining his friends touching and feeling her, she could only imagine what else he'd have them do to her naked body. She could only imagine what else he'd want her to do to his friends while she was tied naked to her bed.

"This is my wife Becky. Her C cup breasts don't look as big when she's on her back but trust me, they're huge when she's hanging them down in my face."

She imagined her husband discussing her breasts with his friends while giving credence that she had big tits by moving his hands in the shape of cupping her huge knockers.

"Wow Brian, I wish my wife had Becky's body," she imagined one of his friends saying while she was so nakedly on public display.

She cringed at the thought of his friends seeing her naked.

"Notice her brown, bushy pussy," she imagined her husband telling his friends. "She wanted to trim it for the occasion but I convinced her that it was better to leave it wild. She shaved it all off once, but I prefer her trimmed over bald or bushy. How about you guys? What do you think of Becky's pussy? Any questions about her tits?"

With that imagined image in mind of her husband giving his friends a guided tour of her naked body, she voiced her outrage along with her disapproval.

"No way Brian. I'm not getting naked in front of your perverted pals," she said with attitude.

Sadly, she watched her new car drive away without her. Then, she thought of a couple of his friends that she wouldn't mind stripping in front of, even having sex with them, if she wasn't faithfully married to her husband of fifteen years. She'd be so embarrassed if anyone knew that she allowed her husband to expose her like that in front of his friends.

What would her friends, the wives of the men, think of her after that experience of exhibitionism and voyeurism? She'd feel like such a slut. What would she say to his friends the next time she saw them at a social gathering. No doubt, they'd think her such a whore. After knowing what she looks like naked and with them no longer having to undress with their eyes, she couldn't look them in their eyes. Humiliated, violated, used, and abused, she'd feel so wicked and guilty.

"Okay, then, how about this? What if I allowed you to choose which of my friends that you'd feel more comfortable seeing you naked?" He looked at her with hopefulness. "Would you be more agreeable to allowing me to strip you naked and tie you to the bed then?"

Again, just as what happened in her dream, as if her dream was an omen, she imagined a couple of his friends that she wouldn't mind having them see her naked. If she were to pick two, just like in her dream, she'd pick Jack and Tony. Jack because he was so handsome and Tony because he was so funny. Considering them both more friends than perspective lovers, if she had to choose two of his friends to have sex with, she could do them to get her new car.

"Maybe," she said, "but I'd have to be blindfolded. I'd rather not know who was in the room with me. I'd be so embarrassed watching them staring at me. You can tell me later who it was and what their reactions were to seeing me naked."

As if in the distance, she watched her new car bang a U-turn and drive a little closer at a slow speed.

"Maybe you'll change your mind and will want me to remove the blindfold once you're tied to the bed and while my friends are there watching you," he said. "Maybe having my friends seeing you naked will excite you as much as it will excite me."

He was such a pervert to even ask her to do such a thing. Why would he disrespect his wife, the love of his life, by forcing her to have sex with his friends? Yet, the more she thought about giving him his birthday gift, the closer and closer, she could see her new car moving in the light enough to make out the color, 'Got To Have It Green.'

"Maybe," she said playing his game for the sake of him buying her a new car. "I won't know until it happens. I may scream for you to untie me and for everyone to leave."

While wondering what they'd think of her body, it excited her to think of other men seeing her naked, especially with her husband there watching and protecting her from harm. With his friends seeing her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy, she imagined the enormous amount of pillow talk that they'd have later. She imagined the wild sex that she'd have with her husband while, just as she did in her dream, confessing that she enjoyed sucking their cocks and them cumming in her mouth after they gave her an orgasm by licking her pussy. It was then that her car moved close enough that she could make out the make and model. It was her beloved Mustang GT and she was so very happy by the prospect of driving it.

"Maybe you'll allow them to touch you and feel you," he said getting sexually excited.

Imagining two men touching her and feeling her, she felt her nipples erecting and hardening by the sexy thoughts of two men touching her and feeling her. The thought of having sex with two of Brian's friends that she picked for the occasion of his birthday inspired a familiar, warm wetness between her legs. Other than her husband, seeing her naked, touching her, and feeling her where no man should see, touch, and feel another man's wife, no other man has had the privilege of having sex with her naked body.

"Maybe," she said, "but I'd want a more expensive car before agreeing to that," or a new kitchen, a fur coat, and/or a diamond ring, she wanted to say but, not pushing her lucky, she didn't.

She thought more about him buying her a new Mustang. Hindering her from thinking straight, she thought more about her new car than she did about his friends seeing her naked. She thought more about the sounds, the smells, and the feel of her new car than she did about having sex with his friends. She wondered if her dream was an omen. She wondered if having sex with his friends was her inevitable fate.

"So long as it's not a Cadillac," he said laughing, "I'll buy you any car within reason if you allow my friends to see you naked while touching and feeling you. Then, if you suck the cocks of those men that you select, I'll--"

Breaking her dream bubble of having a new car, she looked at him realizing that he was just as perverted as his friends. Maybe this is what they all talk about when drinking and while watching football. Maybe this is payback after one of his friends exposed his wife to him and had her suck his cock. Maybe after seeing his friend's wife naked while touching her and feeling her and receiving a blowjob from her, now it's his turn to expose her to them while allowing them to touch her and feel her before sucking their cocks. Maybe they have a strip their wives naked club where they take turns exposing their wives each month to their membership.

"Brian! What the fuck? Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? I'm not a whore. I'm your wife and the mother of your children," she said. "How dare you think that I'd suck any other man's cock?"

She looked at him with anger while he looked at her with hopefulness.

"What? What did I say? You asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told you," he said defensively. "What's the big deal? You act like such a parochial school virgin when we both know that you're a whore and a slut deep down," he said.

She shot him a look that made him take a step back in fear.

"Fuck you, asshole. I'm your whore and your slut and no one else's," she said while glaring at him and pointing her index finger at him as if she was holding a knife. "What I do in your with you bed is something I'd never do in anyone else's bed. The only way I'd have sex with anyone else is after I murdered your perverted ass and, as a merry widow, I remarried," she said with a smug smile.

"Murdered me? A merry widow? Very funny. It's only sex Becky," he said. "I don't understand what the big deal is and I'll be right there in the room with you to make sure that nothing bad happens to you. It's isn't like we're teenagers anymore. We're mature adults."

She looked at him as if he was no longer her faithful husband and loyal best friend. What kind of man wants to share his wife with other men? For him to ask her to do what he was asking her to do for the sake of him buying her a car, she no longer knew who her husband was.

"First you want to strip me naked and tie me to the bed and then, you want to parade your friends in to see me naked. Now you want them to touch me and feel me while I suck their cocks," she said. "Are you serious? Have you lost your friggin' mind?"

"So? Gees, Becky, what's the big deal? You asked what I wanted for my birthday and that's my birthday wish. Okay? I really don't understand what the big deal is," he said.

"What the big deal is? I'm your wife. I'm your big deal," she said.

"So you have my friends see you naked, touch you, feel you, and you suck their cocks. Swingers do that every day. It's no big deal Becky. Besides, while you're getting off having sex with my friends, you're the one who makes out with me buying you a new car," he said.

"Getting off having sex with your friends? Eww, gross! Are you crazy? Have you totally lost your mind? What's wrong with you? We're not swingers. Perhaps you want to swing, but I'd never swing with anyone but you," she said.

"I could be persuaded to swing," he said as if he had been thinking about it before in the way that he was obviously thinking about it now with the shit eating smile on his face.

"Perhaps sexually exciting in the beginning but you'd have absolutely no respect for me if another man saw me naked and touched and felt me while I sucked his cock," she said. "I can't have you pimping me out and prostituting myself for the sake of you buying me a new car. I'd rather take the bus than to have you think less of me. I could never look my kids in the eye again without feeling so remorseful and having a guilty conscience in all the sexual things that I'd have to do for you to buy me a new car."