I hate to be the braggart except when it comes to one topic, my wife. She is the best woman that any man could ask for. She’s by far the best thing to ever happen to me. She is smart, educated and beautiful with a professional full-time career to boot. With all that, she is still shy and even a little insecure. I have witnessed her become a nervous wreck at the very thought of meeting new people when she wants to impress them. Despite her coyness, I’ve seen her intimidate men and women alike when she sets her mind to it.
This short petite dark-haired woman may be easy to underestimate but she is Italian to her very core. She is passionate and full of emotion. Like all husbands, I have on occasion made the mistake of taking the one I love for granted. Oh, how I have seen her spirit rise and paid the appropriate cost for my careless inattention or forgetfulness. I quickly recall how lucky I am to have her and to see the error of my ways.
I have watched this wonderful woman for years and she has to be one of the most giving and compassionate people I have ever met. She always feels for the underdog and shows mercy for the down trodden. I know that is why I was first attracted to her. She somehow finds the time to constantly go out of her way to do the things that I like. She always surprises and intrigues me, from finding the perfect little snack packed into my lunch that she somehow managed to find the time to pack for me to her willingness to listen to and even consider my most fanciful and sometimes perverse ideas. If she has a fault, I would have to say it is that she gives so much of herself to those that she cares about that I seriously wonder what she has left over for herself.
Even with her career, she works out incessantly and has the body to show for it. I don’t know how but she even manages to teach aerobics three times a week. I know that she enjoys the physical activity very much and its one of the few things that she does for herself. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also enjoy the results. I’m always finding her practicing her aerobics routines when I walk around the corners of our large house. I’m in decent shape too but I’m not a decathathlete either. I am a police officer and I consider my physical health to be an important aspect of my career. One of my biggest pet peeves are those out of shape officers who I might have to depend on to save my life and the lives of others when circumstances require it. My wife feels the same way, she made me agree that I would never become the stereo type of the out of shape cop at the donut shop. I stay in decent shape because I enjoy the activity but not to the same extent as my wife. I would suffer if I ever made the mistake of signing up for one of her sessions. We mostly limit our joint physical activities to the bedroom where I aspire to meet her every need as she does with mine.
This woman is my every dream. I spend a lot of time trying to figure what to do when special days come up. Birthdays, Anniversaries, Valentines Day, Christmas- I spend hours thinking of what to do for her and what to get her. What can you do or get for the person that will do anything for you when all you have to do is ask? This woman with the body that makes twenty year-old women envious and twenty year-old men lust, this woman that sets my heart on fire with her compassion, shyness and strength.
Her fortieth birthday was around the corner and I was really hard pressed to come up with the ultimate gift for this supreme woman. She was having a particularly hard time facing this birth date. She was anxious about growing older and how her looks might fade with age. I wanted to get her something that she would look back on in her nineties and just laugh at how silly she had been. I spent months thinking about her coming birthday. I finally came up with an idea that might put a smile on this beautiful woman’s face.
I have asked her many times what she fantasized about when she was with me and at those times when she is alone, which she of course always strongly denies ever occur. She always becomes awkward and shy when I ask her this type of question. The most I could ever get her to admit to is that it involved a short black mini skirt, knee-high black leather boots and a red silk blouse. I get the feeling she is afraid to tell me what is actually running through her mind right before and during her most intense orgasms.
One night about a month before her fortieth birthday, I got a glimpse into her naughty little fantasy. A snap shot into her private little secret. My wonderful wife had come home after her Thursday night aerobics class. She was all sweaty from the workout. She immediately stated she needed a shower. We were standing in the kitchen at the time. I was behind her as I pulled her close to me. I kissed her several times on the back of her neck before I would let her go bathe. She weakly tried to pull away saying not to kiss her because she was sweaty and gross. I began to lick the salty skin on the side of her neck just below her left ear. I could feel the goose bumps rise on her arms just before she pulled away stating she was going to go shower.
I could tell that I was going to get lucky tonight. She was hot from her workout. She had made some comment about making all those younger women in her class hurt and sweat. I knew that made her less apprehensive about her impending birthday. She got some strange pleasure in putting those younger women to shame with her stamina and strength.
I patiently waited in bed while she cleaned up and showered. My mind again wondered to what was I going to do or get for her on her birthday. I thought about it for several minutes but still came up with nothing that was impressive and unforgettable. My mind then wandered to what was hopefully going to transpire after her shower.
I was pretty sure that what she had in mind for tonight was going to be some good-old well-needed sex for both of us. I was sure it wasn’t going to be my personal favorite but something satisfying none the less. Unlike her, I made it plain from the first what my most favorite sex was. And no, unlike most men it is not having two women with me wedged in the middle somewhere.
She had just submitted to my most perverse need the previous weekend. Yes it is a wonderful thing, it is having my cock buried deep in her petite perfectly shaped ass while she climaxes. She lets me have this delicious treat once or twice a month. The earlier encounter had been exceptionally good. She usually makes me ask for this superb privilege. I think it reassures her that I don’t take it or her for granted. I think she realizes that I would go as far as to beg for these opportunities. My mind drifted back to that wonderful experience from a few nights before as I waited for her to finish her shower and come to bed.
Saturday she had come to bed with a needful gleam in her eyes. I wasn’t exactly sure what she had in mind that night either but I was hopeful none the less. She had climbed up on our king-size waterbed and immediately requested that I lay against the pillows piled against the headboard. We hadn’t even kissed yet. She immediately went down on my still flaccid cock. I tried to fight it but I got hard too fast. I had very little opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of having my whole cock in her mouth. Before I knew it my cock was only halfway into her mouth. She was unable to take the long wide rod fully into her jaws. She wrapped both her hands tightly around the base as she worked my manhood. It’s was great but just not the same sensation as having my balls bouncing off her chin as she took in every bit of me. It is the only time in my life that I wish my cock was smaller.
She sucked me for several minutes. She is talented despite her inability to swallow every thick inch of my stiff pole. I have learned that she enjoys this as well. As I’ve said, she has an intense urge to give and please that extends even into our bedroom. I’ve learned that she craves having my fingers run through her hair as she provides this intense pleasure.
As she increased her attentions, my fingers began to tangle in her black lustrous hair. Soon I started to loose all control. I cuppped the back of her head with both of my hands. I controlled her rhythm and pushed her further and further down on my cock. She had no choice but to comply because I had her now knotted hair tangled between my fingers. Her head was at the whim in my cradling hands. I knew she couldn’t take it all but I was just unable to control myself by that point. I forced myself to stop because I was stifling her of oxygen, besides there’s the fact that her petite mouth was just unable to accept the whole of my girth. Her molars cruelly reminded me of this fact by digging into my cock about halfway down the shaft. I eased up and let her pull from my needful cock.
I felt that I must reciprocate some of this pleasure giving. I rolled her onto her back to return the act of kindness. I know what she likes as well and it pleases me to gratify her. She has a passionate infatuation with my hands. The thing that she loves is the way that I touch her. Her hair, back, thighs, shoulders and of course her other more delicate regions all responded warmly to my experienced hands. I do not put much effort or thought into their exploits. They love this woman’s body, every square inch of its aerobiclly sculptured magnificence. Its like they have a mind of their own and they love her as much as I do. I just allowed them to wonder where they pleased and where they pleased her. They pet, rub, and manipulate as they touched this exceptional example of womanhood.
This was all occurring while I kissed this woman’s mouth, neck, shoulders and chest. I always return to her mouth and our tongues intertwined repeatedly. I kissed her so long and hard that my lips began to feel bruised. She began sucking on my tongue as I thrust deep into her mouth. She acted like she wanted my tongue to be a cock that was again buried deep in her mouth. It was almost painful with the intense sucking that she utilized.
Several times my hands gently brushed against the well-groomed triangle between her legs. I could feel the warmth and humidity rising from her arousal. My fingers found their way into the delicate folds of her receptive borough. She thrusted her hips up against my fingers, demanding their attention. I felt the wetness beginning to flow freely from deep between her legs. The juices started to seep into the lower crevasse just below her excited pussy. This was when I would find out if she was interested and going to submit to my most wicked desire.
I slid my finger down and past her warm wet pussy to her now slick nether region. I was more than pleasantly rewarded when she thrusted forward to allow for easier access. This was going to be my lucky night! The area was quickly bathed in the juices generously flowing down from above. I circled her small tight hole with my now drenched middle finger. She began to gyrate her hips as my finger started to push against the taught resistance. My finger slowly opened the recess and eventually disappeared up to the first knuckle. While my finger worked with the resistance, my thumb was strategically located against her clit. My thumb worked its magic. I know exactly when my thumb was strumming a pleasurable cord because her tight hole squeezed my middle finger in response. Her juices surged like a flood. The finger invading her ass was now completely slick and ready to delve deeper. Only slightly more pressure was needed for my finger to sink all the way in. Her ass was clamping down like a vise on my finger with each well-placed movement of my thumb across her clitoris.
I had to ease my attentions to her clit at this point or she would come almost immediately. I commenced working my slippery middle finger in and out of her tight clutch. Her grasp began to relax with the eased attentions to her sensitive clit. She started moaning in pleasure as she pushed against my soon thrusting finger. I pulled from her tight grasp and twisted my middle and ring finger together to form a larger penetrator. My entire hand had become wet from the generous quantity of juices flowing down from her soggy pussy. I started working the tight little orifice with both fingers together. The aperture was again reluctant to accept this larger and wider intruder. Persistence payed off as I again started to gently thrust into the gradually easing orifice.
She used to be very reluctant to submit to what was to come next. She initially only gave in to my repeated appeals do to my persistence. She felt that this behavior was dirty and degrading. She was under the impression that men only wanted anal sex to humiliate and degrade women. That was primarily thanks to those men out there that speak about this subject with such negative and callous remarks. Unless their women like it that way, they should hold their tongues or put them to better use.
She was under the impression it could not be done for pleasure, especially for the woman. She eventually realized that I made this request only because I found it extremely appealing. I must admit that I had to turn to her giving nature and manipulate it to my own ends. I knew she would eventually submit to my appeals just out of her consideration for my want and desire. I could not help myself, the then fantasy of her having an orgasm with my swollen cock stuffed deep in her tight little back door was almost enough to make me cum in my pants. I had to repeatedly reassure her that I wasn’t in it to hurt or debase her. I knew that with my persistence and assurance, it would eventually have to happen.
That was a long time ago now. Since our first time, we had learned to make it pleasurable experience for both of us. I had to learn control and to reciprocate before, during, and after the act. My urge to cum immediately upon planting my large fat cock in her tight little butt had to be tamed and subdued. I then had to reward her submission by giving back to her what she needed in return. Now our communication about the once taboo subject has become almost relaxed and comfortable. I have on occasion asked her about her feelings towards it now. She still becomes a little shy but has gone as far as to say, “It’s alright.”
This night she was in a state of mind I had never seen before. Instead of me meekly asking to do the forbidden act, I asked her to roll over on her hands and knees. She eagerly rolled over from her back onto her knees and presented her extraordinary heart-shaped ass to me. I kneeled behind her and paused long enough to enjoy the view. I could swear that my already rigid cock swelled even larger at this magnificent sight. She reached into the warm recesses of the now disarrayed blankets on our waterbed. To my surprise, she pulled out and handed me a warmed tube of KY jelly. I excitedly popped the lid and liberally lubricated my entire shaft. I then put a generous quantity onto my right thumb.
I placed my slick thumb against her tense opening. I slowly began to apply pressure when she surprised my again by urgently pushing her ass back onto my hand. My thumb immediately disappeared. She began rocking back and forth on my submerged thumb. I was almost speechless with amazement. She wanted it, I would even say eager for what was to come next. I asked her, “You want it don’t you, you want my cock in your ass.” I glanced down at my two fingers that I had just had buried in her ass and then down at my engorged member. There was not much comparison. My cock was substantially wider and longer than those two fingers. If I hadn’t known from experience, I would have had my doubts.
I kneeled close behind her and placed the swollen head against that now slick and lubricated bud. Initially, it was unyielding to the large object pressing against it. My wife took matters into her own hands by impatiently pressing back against the guest knocking at her back door. Her blossom spread open as my cock head forced its way into her rectum. She paused only for a moment before continuing her backward motion. I looked down amazed as I watched my cock being consumed inch by inch. It was an astonishing and wonderful thing, watching my cock disappear into her now stretched beyond belief ass hole. She determinedly pushed against my large member until her ass cheeks were cozily pressed into my groin. She let out a soft moan that sounded of pleasure and relief as my cock filled her tight crevasse. I have known this woman for years now and I was seeing something I had never seen under these circumstances. She needed my cock in her ass as much as I wanted it there. Her ass firmly grasped my cock like it wasn’t going to let go.
She now paused with me buried to the hilt in her beautiful backside. I reached around her taught stomach to her wet and swollen pussy. The nectar was nearly dripping and her inner thighs were slick from the moisture. I again strummed that excited clit. Her strained flesh clenched and released my transfixed cock with each lucrative stroke. Before I could make another move, she again began to rock back and forth on her hands and knees. My cock was slowly exiting then returning into her strong clutch. She slowly quickened her pace as she continued to relax and allow me into her once forbidden zone. I looked down in amazement, as my cock was one moment ingoing then reversed and nearly departing only to return again to her now receptive aperture.
I had to do more than just watch this magnificent event. I had to participate! I waited long enough to determine her rhythm as I began to slowly thrust my hips to coincide with her rocking motions. We kept a moderate tempo as her ass began to adjust further to my girth. She began to quicken her pace as I continued to manipulate her swollen clitoris. I again eased off because I was enjoying this experience too much to have it end too quickly. Our pace began to quicken as we started to collide into one another. I grabbed her by the hips and began wrenching her ass back onto my cock. I could see small ripples traverse her muscular ass cheeks as her rear began to slamming back on my cock. I was aggressively fucking her ass at this point and she hungered for it. This was not the woman that had told me she thought, “It’s alright.” This was the woman of my most perverse sexual dreams. My balls were bouncing against her pussy as I repeatedly drove my cock into her. It was the most incredible ass fuck she had given me yet.
It was not long before I felt the pressure swelling up from my balls. One of my wife’s hands reached up and grabbed my right hand off of her hip. She urgently pulled it down between her legs demanding its attention again. She would never say it out load (at least not yet) but this was her way of telling me she needed me to make her orgasm and she meant right now! I pushed off my impending event long enough to reach around to pleasure my gorgeous wife. I played her clit with my knowledgeable fingers. She climaxed almost immediately. Her breath caught in her throat as she let out a sound that was between a growl of a wild animal and a gasp by a drowning person. If I had been in my right mind at that moment, I would have judged the beginning of her orgasm as the start of the most intense that I had ever witnessed. I was not in my right mind at that moment though.
I had seen an image that had been burned into my perverted mind forever. The pillows that had been piled on the headboard had fallen away to expose the mirror located there. I had a perfect view of my wife’s beautiful face at the moment of her massive climax. What I had seen blinded me of all else. Her mouth had fallen open and she was repeatedly licking her lips. Saliva was glistening on her lips and her mouth was shaped in a perfect letter “O”. All my mind would tell me is that she looked like she was sucking a massive cock. I’m not sure what inspired me but I leaned forward and whispered, “That’s right baby, suck it, make it cum in your mouth.” Her orgasm intensified dramatically. She suddenly arched her back and painfully jammed her ass back against my cock. The sound that came from deep within her was almost a howl that could not be mistaken for anything but bestial ecstasy.
That was it, I couldn’t take any more! The impeding pressure swelling in my balls could not be ignored any longer. My wife’s arms collapsed as her orgasm finally began to subside. Only her ass was elevated. I was overcome with passion and perversion. It’s the only explanation that I could come up with for what I did next. I growled over her perched ass. I told her, “Grab your ass for me baby, I’m gunna cum!” She compliantly reached back with both hands and grabbed her ass cheeks. Her face was buried into the pillows as she pulled her cheeks apart to accept my tribute.
That was it, I couldn’t take anymore! I felt the flood shooting towards my cock. Her tight worn out ass hole had constricted around my cock during her climax. The massive flood was almost stopped by the tight ring constricting the hilt of my buried cock. I felt my cock swell even larger as the cum pushed past the bottleneck and started shooting deep in her ass. I roughly pulled my spewing cock from her ass and rested it against the crack of her spread cheeks. I sprayed oceans of cum onto her ass and back. My eyes closed and rolled up into my head as my own powerful orgasm overtook every muscle in my rigid body. As it subsided, I opened my eyes and grabbed my cock to squeeze out the last few drops onto her drenched backside. I looked down with contentment at the steaming pools on her back and the trickle of cum dribbling down the crack of her ass.
I was spent and collapsed on top of her exhausted body. We both seemed unconcerned or even aware of the glaze coating between our bodies. We stayed that way for several minutes while we recuperated enough to move again. When I was able to, I got up and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I came back to her still limp body and asked her to come shower with me.
She crawled out of bed long enough for us both to wash up. We returned to bed clean and smelling of soap. We slide back into bed and immediately fell into deep sleep. The last thing I remembered before drifting off was my wonderful and satisfied wife with her head on my chest. Her hand that she had resting on my shoulder began to gently twitch as she started to dream. I was not far behind her.
That had been Saturday and now it was Thursday. It had been days since that wonderful event. I was still dreamily thinking of that magnificent night when I heard her turn off the shower and close the shower door behind her.
Whatever was going to happen tonight was going to be good. It had been days since the last time we had been together. Tonight was going to be superb just because we had the opportunity to be together despite our tight time schedules. Unlike her, I hadn’t just had a good workout and worn-out several younger women like she had. I was drifting off when she finally exited the bathroom to come to bed. I woke up at once when I saw the outfit that my delicious wife was wearing to bed.
The black satin and lace outfit was a pair of very short ass-hugging bottoms with a spaghetti strap see-through lace top that almost allowed me to see through to her nipples. The garments clung to her body and accentuated her every curve. Oh yes, this was going to be a good night!
I was lying on my back against the pillow much like I had that other night. She immediately climbed up on top of me. We started to kiss passionately as she ground her pelvis into my groin. Now I knew what she had in mind tonight. She was going to ride me until she felt that she had gotten what she came for. As we kissed, I slid my hands down over the tight lace bottoms. She immediately started grinding her pelvis onto my now hardening cock. The kissing and grinding became more urgent. It was almost painful. I cupped a magnificent cheek in each hand to ease off some of the overwhelming pressure. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs with my fingers that were dug into her supple mounds.
I temporarily let go of her ass to pull the thin straps on her lace top down over her arms. I wanted that delicate satin barrier out of the way of my eager mouth. I had to have access to those humble but wonderful breasts that kept lightly brushing my face. The thin satin slid away to reveal what I needed. I put one brown nipple then the other to my impatient mouth. I cupped the idle breast in one hand while my lips, tongue and mouth worked the hardening peak of the other one. I took turns so that neither would receive more attention than the other.
She tilted her head back as my attentions had their effect. The nipples became swollen and hard. She started grinding her hips back and forth on my pelvis again. I felt that her need was urgent. She needed my cock buried in her pussy. I could feel the moist heat radiating against my now swollen cock.
I began to reach one hand down to clumsily pull off her bottoms. She was not patient with my awkward fumbling. She hopped off me long enough to rip the meager garments off and carelessly threw them off the bed to the floor below. She then leaned over and urgently stripped me of my briefs. My shorts immediately followed the previous items to the floor.
She straddled me again. She slid her slippery pussy up and down over my shaft. She usually eases down on my rigid member. Today she was already so aroused that she pushed down with one thrust. She let out a soft gasp as I abruptly sunk in to the hilt.
I could tell she was not in the mood for finesse. She had a objective that she needed to achieve. She commenced to sliding up and down on my cock like she was late for an appointment and I was the horse that was going to give her a ride to her destination. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed. I watched this and wondered like so many other times before about the images that must be flashing through her mind.
I reached up with one hand and started running my fingers through her hair. She leaned her head against my hand as my fingers ran through lustrous black hair. I reached up with my other hand and gently grasped her head between my hands. The fingers of both of my hands slid through those dark strands. She began to rock back and forth more urgently as my fingers tangled in her hair.
She started licking her lips as her head started creating a rhythm of its own. My tangled hands gently grasped the sides of her head and met her pace. To my surprise and delight, her mouth again opened to receive some imaginary object. Our bodies moved up and down as her throat allowed her mouth to gulp down some fantasy cock. I loved watching her face while she did this.
I had one momentary streak of jealousy when I had an image flash across my mind that she wasn’t fantasizing about my cock but that of some other man’s member slipping in and out of her mouth. The jealous spark quickly flickered out as she started to repeatedly slamming her pussy down on my cock. The grasp of my hands only seemed to push her towards orgasm. Her neck muscles tightened, as my clutching hands appeared to shove this unseen member deep into her greedy throat.
I could feel the wetness growing between our legs as she was nearing her climax. I untangled my hands from her hair long enough to adjust my hold. I reached around to the back of her head with one hand and clasped a handful of black lochs. I slid my other hand down to her pounding ass cheeks. I ran my finger down the crack of her ass to her slick dark button just above my piercing cock.
My fingers had immediately become soaked with her pussy juices that had liberally lubricated the entire region. I pushed on her snug hole with my wet middle finger. The aperture was reluctant only for a second, it relaxed after only a minimum of teasing. My finger went in to the second knuckle without much resistance. I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy through the thin membrane that separated my finger from my cock. My other hand was still tangled in her hair at the back of her head and pushing her head down on that imaginary cock. My finger in her ass, that cock in her mouth, and that thick long cock in her pussy was all she could take. She began gasping for breath as she was rocked by the second most intense orgasm I had recently seen her experience. Both of which had been in less than a week.
I was right behind her. My body bucked up as I was rocked by my own orgasm. I almost threw her petite body off of me as I began to cum. I could hear myself gasp for breath as a freight train started up from deep in my loins and rushed down my cock. She had gotten what she had come for. Through my slitted eyes, I could see she was enjoying watching me now. She reached over and ran her hands through my short-cropped hair as my orgasm peaked and subsided. She leaned over and kissed my forehead as she smiled down at me.
When I recovered again, I looked up and saw she had a slightly nervous look in her eyes. I was pretty sure I knew what she was thinking because we both knew each other so well. I whispered to her, “That’s my good naughty little girl” and smiled up at her. She had been feeling apprehensive about how I would feel about her because she had been so obviously turned on by what had just happened. I reached up and pulled her to my mouth as I passionately kissed her, expressing my gratitude and reverence.
Afterwards, we were spooning in bed and drifting off to sleep. I was nearly asleep when it hit me. The perfect gift for this beautiful woman fortieth birthday came to me. The basic idea was right there in front of my face and all I had to do was work out the details. I was awake for many hours fine tuning the details while this perfect woman slept in my arms. It was a risky idea but I had a feeling the payoff would be worth it.
So the infamous day had come and was now almost over. Everyone had already gone home. Family and friends alike were gone and the house was quite. She was looking a little tired from the activities and the stress of officially being forty years old. We went to our bedroom to change and get ready for bed. Just as I had hoped, she said she was going to go take a shower before coming to bed.
As soon as I heard the shower door close, I went to the closet and pulled out her favorite dark-red silk blouse, black miniskirt, black knee-high boots, black stockings and bra. I paused as I thought about picking out a thin black g-string and then added it to the neat little pile of clothing. I quietly went in the bathroom and laid them out. I thought she would get the drift. After that, I went to the phone and made a call or two.
When I heard her get out of the shower, I gently knocked. I poked my head through the door and asked her if she would mind putting those clothes on for me. She smiled and her eyes twinkled. She jokingly said, “Of course, anything for you.” I smiled back and tossed one more item on the vanity. She looked at it questioningly for a second then up at me. It was a black silk handkerchief that I had bought just for the occasion. Her expression changed when I explained. I told her it was to be a blindfold and I was requesting that she put it on as well. Her smile brightened at that little twist to my obviously preplanned antics. I wasn’t sure if it was part of her fantasy but I was about to make it a part of her reality.
We were in the steamy bathroom while I watched her slip into the clothes that she admitted were a part of her still mostly secret fantasy. I could tell that all fatigue from the long evening had washed away in the shower. She looked so great in the outfit that I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. She stood facing the mirror as I breathed in her clean fragrant scent from behind. Her small form leaning against my chest with her head nestled just under my chin.
She still hadn’t slid the fancy little g-string on yet. I gently leaned her into the vanity as I picked up the little article of clothing from the counter. I slid down to my knees just behind her. She was bent slightly at the waist with the bottom of her perfect ass peaking out from under the short miniskirt. I had her step into the thin piece of clothing as I pulled it up to nuzzle into cleft of those two perfectly shaped mounds.
I was knelt beside that flawless feature of her body. I could not help myself when I lifted up the miniskirt and I began to kiss her firm lower back just above the cleft of her semispherical mounds. She bent forward over the vanity counter as she pushed her ass back towards my eager mouth. She gasped softly as my tongue and lips kissed and sucked her smooth skin. I could feel little goose bumps rise up on her legs as I ran my hands up and down her outer thighs. I firmly grasped her legs and pulled her back against my mouth. I almost pulled off the recently situated g-string as my tongue began to wonder down the gap between those wonderful cheeks.
I stopped myself and stood up. She let out a little frustrated whimper as my attentions ceased. I reached over and scooped up the last article I was going to require this marvelous woman to adorn on her beautiful body. I covered her eyes as I gently but firmly tied on the blindfold. I repeatedly kissed her neck and cheeks to reassure her that I had no ill intent.
I stepped back to admire this wonderful trusting woman. She looked so sexy in her black and red attire. This image that stood right there in front of me was the perfect example of womanhood. Men would give their every penny and go to war for the chance to satisfy and pleasure the woman that stood there right in front of me. This woman that was my wife.
I took her tenderly by the hand and carefully led her to our large master bedroom. I led her to our large raised waterbed that was centered on one wall of the room. The room was well lit and fragrant with the several large scented candles I had strategically placed about. I smiled as I looked about the room while all my plans came to fruition.
I stood behind her again as I began kissing her neck while running my hand across those shapely and defined arms and shoulders. The red silk blouse ran across my fingers like warm water. I began to unbutton the recently adorned top I reached inside and ran my hands over her smooth stomach. She responded by leaning back against me. Her blindfolded face turned to one side as her breathing started to quicken. My body responded with a large bulge growing in my pants. It was almost uncomfortable as her ass pressed back against the shrinking confinement of my jeans.
I reached up and undid the center clasp of her bra. Her breasts swung free as my hands reached up to cup one in each. My knowledgeable thumbs and index fingers began their exploits of the already hardened nipples. She leaned forward on the bed leaning on her arms in response to my deeds. I let go of her aroused breast long enough to reach up under the miniskirt. I rolled the g-string from its resting place down to her thighs. She was bent over the side of the bed with her thin undergarment stretched between her thighs. Her ass was peeking out from under the miniskirt and her breasts were swaying loosely out of her opened blouse. She was blindfolded and could not have known how perfect an image she presented.
She was responding extraordinarily well to all my attentions and she was getting extremely hot. She was totally immersed in the experience when she suddenly froze. I am not sure what gave it away. It may have been the mixed smell of the masculine colognes that were sure to be present in the room. Maybe it was the inopportune squeak of the glider rocker in the corner. Whatever it was, she abruptly realized that we were not alone. Her hands reflexively went to pull off the blindfold from across her eyes. I caught her hands just in time to intercept the rapid motion.
I softly spoke a couple of consoling words in her ears as explanation. I whispered, “It’s just Justin and Miguel.” She paused for a second when I saw her mouth change from a rigid worried grin to a joking smile. I could tell from her expression that she thought that I was joking. I whispered again, “It’s true, I got them to come back over just for you, happy birthday.” She appeared slightly shocked for a moment. Her hands again went for the blindfold but not as urgently as last time. I caught them again but with much less resistance this time.
She paused again and appeared to be thinking as the circumstances of this situation began to sink in. As I watched, her expression began to change from that of worry to something that I could not fully describe since her eyes were covered. I had been worried about the risk of doing what I had done. I had not been completely sure what her response to this was going to be. It was beginning to appear that the gamble was about to payoff even better than my greatest expectations.
I should take a moment to explain who “Justin and Miguel” are to me and my wife. Justin is probably the closest thing to a best friend I have ever had. We had been really close friends in high school. We had entered the military at the same time and even been stationed together at our first duty station. We had done a lot of our growing up together.
My wife had accidentally planted a seed in my mind when she had asked me once why Justin wasn’t married. She had stated she thought he was a good looking guy and that women would jump on him if given the chance. I had never really thought about Justin’s looks before and the question had never really occurred to me. I had thought about it later though. I guess he was decent looking. He’s about six foot with a fair complexion and light brown hair. I had been jealous of him in high school when at the age of sixteen he was already able to grow a full beard. He had taken care of himself over the years and was still in decent shape.
We had grown a little distant since his move to L.A. over ten years ago but were still very close. He was still my most trusted friend. I had called and invited him to come to town just for my wife’s birthday. He responded enthusiastically, especially when I explained what I had planned for my wife’s birthday surprise.
Miguel is almost the opposite of Justin in many ways. He’s ten years younger than Justin, my wife and myself. He’s Hispanic with an all-year-round olive tan. He’s about 5’8″ with black hair and a lean muscular body. I have known Miguel for over five years. He is a police officer that has worked with me since the beginning of his career. I had to figuratively hold his hand during the first couple of years of his career. Over the past few years, I have pulled this young man out of several sticky situations that could have had the potential for a bad outcome. I have looked after Miguel and took him under my wing since he had been working with me. My wife had taken an almost maternal interest in my “work in progress” with Miguel.
Now he is a good cop and I consider him a close and trusted friend and coworker. He had been at all of my birthday parties over the past few years, this was his first time coming to one of her parties. He did not hesitated even for a second when I invited him, especially when I explained what I wanted and expected from him later in the evening. He was currently between girlfriends and he was more than eager at the proposal I had offered him.
I would trust these two men with my life. Tonight I was going to entrust them with something even more valuable to me, my remarkable wife.
So there all four of us were, Justin, Miguel, my blindfolded beautiful forty year-old wife and myself. I could see she was beginning to relax already. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly her apprehension was evaporating to be replaced by what was beginning to appear to be interest. She had stopped reaching for the blindfold and was standing there waiting for what was to come next.
I had already choreographed most of the upcoming scenario in my head. I motioned to Miguel to climb up on the headboard. He was already only wearing his boxers and he stripped them off as he climbed up and stood on the waterbed. He leaned back, half standing and half sitting on the headboard. Next, I told Justin to lay on the bed between where Miguel’s legs were standing on the bed. He quickly stripped off all his clothes and jumped up and lay on the bed.
I returned my attention back to my wonderful and excited wife. I led her back to the edge of the bed. I guided her hands to Justin’s feet. I watched with delight as she slid up on the bed to straddle Justin. She was already wet from my handling and did not need any further coaxing. Justin was already hard, probably from the anticipation and the earlier display provided by my wife and I. I took only a moment to realize that I was seeing Justin in a way I never had before. I had never seen him naked especially with a hard cock. I was relieved on some juvenile level to see his cock was not bigger than mine. His was about the same length but not nearly as thick.
She slid up and on Justin without hesitation. Without any guidance she reached behind her. She grabbed Justin’s cock in her right hand and guided it into her already ready pussy. I was impressed that she was able to do all this despite her current visual handicap. She immediately started to slide up and down on his rigid pole.
I had explained earlier to Miguel what was expected of him. He did exactly what I had asked him to do. He reached forward and gently cupped her head in his hands. He appeared to be a little nervous because he was not even beginning to get hard. He gingerly guided her face towards his still flaccid penis. She at once got the gist of what was to take place. She buried her face in Miguel’s crotch as she wrapped her lips around his cock. She slurped his member into her mouth like a limp noodle. She only momentarily lost her rhythm riding Justin’s cock while finding her newest target. It was only a minute before Miguel’s cock became rock hard.
I had planned well for this scene taking place before me. I went to the closed closet doors against the wall next to the bed. I slid open the fully mirrored doors only long enough to remove the video camera I had placed there earlier in the evening. I had to have this affair on tape so that my wife and I could watch it over the coming years.
I turned and began recording this magnificent “surprise” I had spent weeks in preparation. I zoomed in on my wife’s mouth as she enthusiastically sucked Miguel. He was being too dainty. I knew she enjoyed a firmer grip. I motioned to Miguel until I got his distracted attention. I mimed that he grasp her a bit more firmly and guide her down on his cock. He quickly caught on to what I was showing him. His fingers began to twisted in her long hair as he obtained a solid grasp towards the back of her head. I caught myself again judging another man’s cock size. I noted that Miguel’s cock was neither as long as Justin’s and mine but almost as thick as Justin’s. I had a momentary streak of jealousy as I watched Miguel’s steering hands push my wife’s gorgeous mouth all the way down on his shaft. I was seeing my wife swallow an entire rock-hard cock for the first time. She wasn’t having any difficulty consuming every inch of Miguel’s stiff rod.
She was thoroughly enjoying the attention of these two hard cocks. I knew her well enough to know that she was getting so much pleasure just being the giver of so much delight. She knew she was the center of attention and thus the one in control of this situation. I had guessed right and given her the best fortieth birthday present that I could have dreamed up. Her breathtaking body which she spent so many endless hours working on had aroused these two men instantly to lust. Despite all my assurances, she has almost always made negative comments about the way that she looked. She negated my compliments by always stating that I was just horny and/or desperate. It was one of the things I loved about her though. She wasn’t arrogant about the way she looked, just a little insecure.
As I watched and filmed her fervent pleasure giving, I could tell that she was already nearing a climax. Within a minute, Her breathing quickened as she gasped around the cock stuffed deep in her mouth. Miguel was now using her mouth as he pleased and not paying much attention to her need for air. Her gyrations on Justin were already becoming more and more animated. I was impressed by their ability to remain in some semblance of a rhythm as my wife picked up the pace and closed in on climax. Her breath caught in her mouth as her nose tried to compensate for her increased need for oxygen when her body was racked by orgasm. I was amazed that she did not loose her tempo while she came. She was determined not to disappoint the two cocks entrusted to her. She road out her orgasm and then refocused her attention back on the task at hand.
I moved to the end of the bed and zoomed in on my wife’s perfect ass. I was amazed by the view of her pussy going up and down on Justin’s now pussy soaked shaft. The whole crack of her ass glistened with the juices she had released during climax. Justin’s cock gleamed in the bright candle light as she road him. I zoomed in on his cock as he repeatedly penetrated her drenched pussy. She continuously slammed herself down on his shaft, demanding that he reward her with his own precious fluids.
That was all I could take. I could not just watch my beautiful wife’s ass bouncing up and down on Justin’s cock any longer. Her wonderful ass was screaming for my attention. I went back to the closet and remove a tripod. I secured the camera to the device and zoomed in on her bouncing butt. I quickly undressed and recklessly threw my clothes to the floor. My cock was already hard. The head was engorged and slick from a generous quantity of precum. I went around and grabbed a bottle of scented body oil off the headboard. We leave it there for those nights when we have time for the giving and receiving of massages. I liberally doused my entire shaft. I stroked my cock as I pondered what I was about to attempt. I was not sure if what I was about to try was going to be possible. I had heard about it and even seen pictures but had never actually done it. Was this fine petite-sized woman going to be able to handle another cock demanding her attention?
I climbed up on the bed directly behind my wife’s wonderful ass. She felt my presence as she began to temporarily slowed the pace. I slid up behind her flawless butt resting my pole in the crevasse between her cheeks. My hard shaft slid up and down the crack of her ass as she slowed her rocking motions further. The feel of my cock sliding up and down the cleft was extremely pleasant.
I took a deep breath to mentally prepare for what was to come next. I hoped she was ready too. The head of my engorged cock was about the size of a small plumb and almost as purple. She ceased her rocking motion on Justin’s cock as she readied herself for the intrusion of a demanding third cock. I placed the oiled head against her ass hole that was already slippery with her juices. I grabbed the base of my shaft as I pushed into her stiff resistance. She groaned with a mouth full of Miguel as I pressed against her tight little aperture. Slowly the contrary little orifice gave way to the unrelenting force. It gradually expanded enough to accept the tip of my insistent member. She moaned again as the head finally pushed into and past her overextended anus.
I paused to allow her to adjust to my partial penetration. Her obstinate little aperture kept trying to push out my member. I could tell she was trying to force her defiant rectum muscles to relax and accept the inevitable entry of my cock. I waited as she struggled with her body’s indignation about this newest encroachment.
She eventually began to relax enough to allow for further entry. I released my grasp on the base of my cock and bulldozed my way forward. The pole was gradually consumed inch by exquisite inch into the depths of her ass. As I pushed in deeper and deeper, I could feel Justin’s cock sheathed in the other already cock-filled borough. I looked down to see the last inch of my member disappear into the valley between her ass cheeks. The tight fit on my cock was extremely intense. Her two cavities were stretched to maximum capacity. I could feel Justin’s cock pressing against mine through the thin membrane that separated our two cocks. I loved to pound my cock into her superb ass but that did not appear to be possible under these conditions. She had been barely able to take the two large cocks now buried between her legs. I was almost afraid we were going to slip this small petite woman in half.
I looked up at Miguel. I had to smile because his head was rolled back and he had been totally oblivious to the great effort that had just occurred down below him. He still had his hands grasped to the sides of her head and propelling her down on his cock. Her hair was now in totally disarray and tangled in the blindfold from his exploitation. It was amazing that the blindfold was still in place at all. I was impressed and jealous with her repeated ability to swallow his moderate-sized member.
This wonderful woman then started to ride all three of us at once. Despite the massive pressure generated by Justin and me, she again slowly began to gyrate up and down on the now two cocks impaling her. I could tell she was determined to please us three men and our demanding cocks.
She seamed oblivious to any discomfort, to the contrary, she appeared to be overcome with hunger to service. Her tempo quickened as her body became accustomed to the three cocks invading her every orifice. She began riding Justin and me like she had to have her just compensation. I looked to the side of the bed where to mirrored closed doors showed me a full side view of this woman’s determination to gratify. I got a sudden inspiration and reached up to the back of her head. I pulled the knot loose on the handkerchief. It got momentarily tangled in Miguel’s hands and then fell away. She was now free to look upon the same magnificent view that the rest of us shared.
The result was immediate. She had been clumsily balancing herself between our three cocks. I could see in the mirror that she was looking up at Miguel’s tan muscular stomach. Her enthusiasm was intensified by the pleasure she saw on Miguel’s face. She reached up and grabbed the headboard on either side of Miguel. She used the new footing to thrust her head down on Miguel while slamming down on the two cocks that pierced her from below.
Miguel’s eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. It looked to me that Miguel was getting close by the beads of sweat on his forehead and the way he kept biting his lower lip. His arms were flexed and rigid as he pulled her urgently down on his shaft. I could see her intense expression as she gazed up into Miguel’s pleasure-twisted face.
Miguel’s mouth fell open as he gasped for breath. He chest, stomach and arm muscles all flexed and strained across his lean body as he slammed her face down one last time. He opened his eyes and looked down. His eyes were glazed over with a visceral expression. He let her mouth release his cock as he grabbed his shaft and began to jerk off. He placed his free hand in the center of the back of her head and pulled her near his soon spraying cock. His hot white torrent shot onto her lips and into her open mouth. Much of his seed failed to hit its target and landed on her face and chin. I could see the thick streams trickle down her face as she smiled up at Miguel. She even gave a little giggle as she admired her handiwork. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked the last few drops from his spent cock as he collapsed back to rest against the headboard.
Justin’s cock must also be benefiting from the same incredibly tight confines that I was experiencing.. I couldn’t see his face from my position but I could hear him gasping for breath. I knew that neither of us were going to last much longer due to my wife’s enthusiastic motions and exquisitely tight clutch.
She redirected her full attention to the two remaining cocks that still impaled her. She used her braced arms to impel downward on our cocks. Her exquisitely aerobisized physique was barely breaking a sweat as she focused on her remaining objectives. Her breath started catching on her cum stained lips. I heard her deep breathing resume a familiar urgency. I could tell she was approaching a second orgasm but she knew she still had two more cocks to satisfy first. She shook her head as if to brush away the advancing climax. She was not going to allow herself to be satisfied again until she had drained every cock in the room.
I was determined to sabotage her plans. I reached around her and gently cupped a breast in each hand. My thumbs and forefingers found their marks. I softly pulled and kneaded the to two hard Hershey Kiss sized buttons. Her breath instantly quickened as she started to slam even more urgently down on our cocks. She softly whimpered as she realized I was trying to interfere with what little self-restraint she had tried to muster.
Until now, I had remained still and allowed her to determine the strength and depth of her penetration. Justin and I both gradually thrust against her as she pounded down on our cocks. Justin tentatively reached up and placed his hands on her hips. He pulled her down as he pushed his pelvis against her downward movements. He and I slowly increased our pace to match those of this sexual debutante. We managed to catch up and keep pace with her frantic movements. Justin and I simultaneously slammed into her as she drove down on our cocks. We all started to drive frantically into one another. It soon became an obvious free-for-all as we raced to the finish.
Justin went next. His face was directly below those two mounds that my fingers were stimulating. She had become unsatisfied with my gentle manipulation. She let go of the headboard and reached down to Justin’s head. She scooped his head up and brutally pressed his mouth to her right breast. I moved to allow him access. I moved my hand back to cup the base of her breast as she smashed his face into her chest.
Justin immediately lost any control he had left. He started slamming against my wife’s downward motions. The breast pressed into his face smothered his breath. His body suddenly froze and his back arched underneath my wife and me. I could feel his nearby cock spasm as he began to shoot deep into her yearning pussy. He grunted and moaned as he clumsily struggled for breath. He slammed his cock home one more time and then went limp. I had a momentary image flash across my mind of Justin being asphyxiated to death. I had one quick smile while I imagined trying to explain the nature of Justin’s untimely demise to one of my coworkers.
The jovial image evaporated at once when I heard a harsh gasp some from the depths of my wife’s throat. Justin’s orgasm had spurned her into her second climax. Justin’s suffocation was my last semi-rational thought before her second orgasm avalanched into my own. Her moans and gasping breath caused me to loose any semblance of self-control. I reached up and placed both of my hands on her shoulders as I roughly pulled her back into my thrusting cock. Justin’s depleted cock slipped from her drenched pussy as I anally ravaged her while she again came. I nearly pulled from her tight anus and then roughly thrust the thick shaft back inside several times. She moaned at my rough treatment but she realized that I was also about to cum, she was about to satisfy the last of her cocks. She road out her second climax while she got her last reward.
The pressure boiled up from deep in my loins as I plunged in one more time to the hilt. Her ass cheeks were perched seamlessly against my groin when it hit me. I gasped for breath as the flood overtook my entire body. I had no intention of courteously pulling from her luscious ass this evening. My cum went streaming down my shaft and spurted deep into her bowels. I coated her insides with what felt like quart after quart of cum. I made a couple of half-hearted thrusts as the last of my seed drained into her ass. I pulled my satiated cock from her cum-filled ass as she collapsed on top of Justin’s still limp body. I was now totally exhausted and satisfied. I rolled off to one side of the large bed and gulped for breath.
I glanced up to see that Miguel was still leaning against the headboard. He had recovered enough to watch the demonstration taking place below him. He had been the first to cum and I could see that his cock was already getting hard again. Oh to be young again! I let out a little laugh at the thought. My wife lifted her head up questioningly at me. She followed my gaze up to Miguel and his again rigid cock. She just shook her head and said, “Don’t even think about it!” We all started to laugh. I was relieved to hear Justin was laughing right along with the rest of us. I guess he had survived after all.
These two men left several minutes later with smiles of contentment upon their faces. We thanked them both for coming. They both assured us that it had been their pleasure to be of assistance. They would both be available in the future and all we had to do was ask. I told them that we might call again but we would see. I thanked them again and sent them on their way.
So the infamous day had come and was now almost over. Everyone had already gone home. Family and friends alike were gone and the house was quite. She was looking a little tired from all the activities and the stress of officially being forty years old. We went to our bedroom to change and get ready for bed. Just as I had hopped, she said she was going to go take a shower before coming to bed.
She soon returned smelling of soap and perfume. As we pulled back the sheets and climbed into the big waterbed, I looked at her and smiled. She looked back questioningly. I smiled even bigger, I couldn’t help it. She appeared to become a little exasperated with me and demanded to know what was on my mind.
I reached onto the headboard and pulled down several sheets of paper. I told this wonderful woman that I loved so dearly that I wanted her to read a story, a story that I had written. She looked a little confused for a second and then she gave me a little half smile. She was curious now.
We sat up in our bed under the covers to ward off the night’s chill. The day had been a wonderfully warm spring day but it had cooled off dramatically when the sun had gone down. She began to read my story, every word. When she was done, she looked up into my face. I couldn’t gauge the response that was hidden within those dark mysterious eyes. She just starred back and then gave me a little half smile.
Well now I was exasperated. I demanded to know if I was close. Of course the last part had been fiction. It was only a figment of my own perverted imagination. She just sat there smiling back at me. The biggest and brightest smile I had seen on her face all day. She grinned for a second longer before her expression changed becoming shy and non-committal. She looked away and mumbled something. I asked her to repeat what she had just said. She looked at me and in a louder voice said the part about the garments had been right on the money. Yeah, I knew that already. I demanded to know about the rest. She just looked away again as she said that she greatly appreciated the g-string and blindfold as well. She would not say anything further despite my continued badgering. I eventually decided it was in my best interest to just leave the subject alone for now.
Besides, it was her birthday and she decided she wasn’t quite done celebrating the day. She reached over and took the papers that I had written and placed them back on the headboard. She smiled and reached under the blanket, that is when I smiled. Oh how I love this woman!