I remember falling asleep the night before thinking how nice it would be to be lazy and pampered the next day, which was Father's Day, and looking forward to a few small gifts from my wife and my three daughters, and wondering if my son would come back from college for a visit.
When I awoke I felt confused. I was a little disoriented at first, thinking I must have drunk more wine with my Wife before going to bed than I'd thought. And I was feeling really good, but there was a hint of alarm in it. Then I realized that I was bound and blindfolded. Instinctively, I struggled, taking note as I did that the blindfold was really tight, and that my ears were stuffed with cotton, just slightly itchy and muting all sound. Like the audio equivalent of fog, soft music (r&b, my Wife's preference) could be heard mixing with, and masking girlish laughing, giggling, and speech. But of course I couldn't make out much, who was speaking, what they were saying, or how many voices there were. But I could feel that there were many hands on me, many lips moving over my body, kissing.
A few moments after I started to struggle, and about to calm down anyhow, I heard my Wife's muffled voice close to my ear. "Shh... easy lover," she said, "just relax. You know I always give you a special Father's Day present. This year I decided to make it extra special and get some ladies I know to help... just lay back and enjoy it, OK?"
It was true. Every Father's day at some point I got a "special" present from my Wife of the sort of thing that made me a father in the first place. An extra aggressive, extra submissive, extra satisfying, do anything to please me kind of work out that was a bit different from the more mutual and standard exercises we normally got up to. But the rest of the time my Wife was fairly tame in the bedroom, and I had even begun to suspect that her libido was slipping. So I was shocked that she would even consider bringing any of her lady friends to the bedroom – shocked, and very pleased!
As I lay there enjoying the feel of roaming female fingers and lips, I found myself very excited by the prospect of any of my Wife's lovely MILF gal pals, whichever ones they were, naked in my bedroom and kissing and feeling all over me as they were. I wondered which of her friends she had invited, idly at first, but as their kissing began to include licking, and stroking became grasping, and they stopped avoiding my most intimate areas, I found myself desperately wanting to know. I tried to peek under the hem of the blindfold, but it was no good. I strained to make out voices, but couldn't through the gentle cacophony. It was no good.
Then, as if to affirm my suspicions about the rules to the game we were playing, my Wife again whispered in my ear, "It's no use trying to figure it out... from now on whenever my friends call on the phone, or are over with their families for dinner or holidays, you'll have to wonder... did I fuck her? Did I fuck her? You'll never know if it was Janet, or Susan, or my Sister Sarah... But it will always be possible, possible that you did, indeed, fuck them – whenever my friends come around."
I groaned, and there was a chorus of muffled, girlish giggles in response. Then, a mouth engulfed me in a single gulp, and I gasped. It was my Wife, I knew at least in this case, from her technique. But then the pussy that rested itself on my face a moment later, trimmed neatly but hairy, firm fleshed and springy on my tongue, and the freshest tasting I'd ever sampled, could have belonged to any of her friends.
Dutifully, hell, voraciously I licked the sweet snatch as my Wife's head bobbed in her tried & tested rhythm designed to keep me on the edge. Jesus, I thought, as I lapped away at the fine, unusually nice pussy at my face, feeling small feminine fingers slide through and then grip at my hair, almost painfully, please Jesus, please: let me fuck this pussy before this is through.
A few minutes later my prayer was answered, as my Wife pulled off my cock with a pop I barely heard through the cotton in my ears, and the spit slimed spear was gripped in one of the same feminine hands that had been in my hair, and the pussy at my face pulled away. I felt the woman scoot down over me, briefly feeling nice, firm, full breasts with long, hard nipples drag across my chest. Then I was nestled into position, and felt her push back. She was really wet from the licking she had taken and her sweet, fresh juices, and I slid into her easily. I must've had her really hot from licking because I wasn't even halfway in when she quivered in a mini orgasm, her pussy clamping incredibly tightly onto me. Then, when she recovered, she worked me the rest of the way in.
With great, energetic technique she worked her ass up and down, and I could feel smooth, strong thighs gripping my legs as she popped her hips to force me in and out of her at a real breakneck pace. It was clear that this friend of my Wife's, at least, didn't suffer from any middle aged malaise in the bedroom like my Wife did. I felt like I was being fucked by a college coed on speed!
It didn't take long of this for me to cum, though before I did the over sensitized gal on me came twice more. The last time was really as I came, and when it was over for both of us she lay on me, heaving, her firm breasts centered on my chest. What a wonderful chest this woman had! She must've been wearing a super support bra to bed most of her life to still have firmness and shape like that at our ages. But I imagined maybe my wife's coworker Betty, or our neighbor Evelyn, who were both about the right size, could have been that firm under their shirts, I supposed. I'd never asked them, of course, if they sagged without the bra – though like any man would, I'd wondered. Now I wondered which of them it was that didn't – and had just fucked me as well as I'd ever had it.
In fact, she was so exhausted and shaky that the other ladies had to help her up, and I thought, "so all that energy comes at a cost." But what I said was, "that was fantastic, thank you." To my surprise, she kissed me in reply. It was kind of weird – having just fucked me, I'd have expected something more, but her kiss was chaste. Sure, it was on the lips, but it was just an affectionate, friendly kiss – without much passion at all. Then again, I reasoned, she was most likely some other guy's wife.
I was given a few minutes to recover, and then I felt a single pair of hands caressing me. Aha, I thought, next! The mystery gal of the moment slid over me revealing a petite build that made me think maybe it was my wife's small friend Brenda, or maybe Hillary, my best friend's wife who got along with my wife OK. Either one of them might have had the right build, though I hadn't thought either of them were that fit. I could clearly feel a firm core, even ab muscles on this woman. Still, I hadn't seen either in a while... whichever of them it was might have joined a gym or something. I made a mental note to check that out.
Then she was sucking me. At first she was a little clumsy, like maybe she didn't do it much, but then she got a rhythm going and was doing it pretty well. I wondered if Brenda's husband didn't like oral – I knew for sure that Jim did – he always bragged about how good Hillary was. But then again, in high school he bragged he'd jammed on the guitar with Keith Richards – which turned out to be a lie (but a good enough one to get his future wife to go out with him). I decided to see if I could get him drunk that weekend and slip him up.
