The Perfect Gift

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Paul

Paul is a typical working husband and father. He coaches his kid’s sports teams and volunteers in the community. He’s a doting husband who would do anything to make his wife, Amy, happy.

Amy

A confident, 40-year-old realtor, Amy is a happily married wife and mother. She and her husband Paul enjoy a healthy sex life, date nights, and family time.

Paul and I had, what I considered, a fairly healthy sex life. Like any other married couple with children, we didn’t have as much sex as we wanted to. I found myself scheduling it on the calendar like a lunch date or a dental cleaning. The lack of excitement in the bedroom was partially due to Paul’s demanding work schedule. As a general contractor, he worked long days and commuted to the city often. I ran my own business from home and with clients in different time zones, my work hours were all over the map.

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Paul and I had, what I considered, a fairly healthy sex life. Like any other married couple with children, we didn’t have as much sex as we wanted to. I found myself scheduling it on the calendar like a lunch date or a dental cleaning. The lack of excitement in the bedroom was partially due to Paul’s demanding work schedule. As a general contractor, he worked long days and commuted to the city often. I ran my own business from home and with clients in different time zones, my work hours were all over the map.

We tried to be creative. I brought vibrators and edible underwear to bed. He gave me massages using baby oil and covered my nipples in whipped cream. But, over the years, things had grown stale. I’d never thought about bringing another person into the bedroom until last week. In fact, Paul brought it up. And you’re probably thinking exactly what I did — he wants to watch you have sex with another woman. Wrong! Paul actually suggested bringing another man into the bedroom — not for him, but for me.

We were lying in bed last week after another lackluster romp when he broke the silence.

“Is my dick too small?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. He looked hurt and I instantly regretted it. Of course, his dick wasn’t too small, it was perfect. I had no idea he ever doubted himself in that… area.

“No, sweetie! Your dick is perfect. I love it!”

I stroked his bare chest reassuringly and kissed him gently on the lips before resting my head in the crux of his armpit.

“Why?” I asked, not being able to shake the question.

“Well…”, he started. “I don’t know. Sometimes, I just wonder if you’d enjoy something bigger.”

I didn’t respond because I didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve also wondered…”, he spoke again. “What it’d be like to see you with another man.”

I laid motionless, shocked at his statement. I pushed myself up on his chest and turned to him, the silk sheet sliding down my bare breasts.

“What?” I was shocked. Appalled. Maybe the tiniest bit intrigued.

He grinned, nervously scratching his chest.

“Well, yeah…”, he continued. “I think every guy dreams about seeing their wife in complete submission. Getting pounded by a big, fat cock. Her begging for more and then pleading for them to stop when they can’t take another minute.”

If I thought I was shocked before, now I could barely wrap my mind around what Paul was saying. Was he right? Was that really every man’s dream? My mind raced trying to come up with a response but he spoke before I could.

“You’re telling me…,” he pushed the hair from my bare shoulders, sending shivers down my chest and blood rushing to my nipples. “…that the thought of a big, black cock stretching your pussy to the max doesn’t make you even the tiniest bit wet?”

I’d never heard Paul talk this way before. It was shocking and yes, admittedly, a little exciting. A rush of heat flushed my cheeks. I shook my head and smiled nervously.

“I don’t know,” I finally managed to stammer. “I mean, I guess it would be… different.”

Paul grabbed my face in both his hands, kissing me long and deep as he giggled into my mouth. And that was the last time we spoke about it.

Until tonight.

It was my 40th birthday and we had gone out for a delicious dinner at my favorite seafood restaurant. The kids were sleeping at my in-laws and I was eager to get Paul home. I wanted to run around the house naked, shower together, leave the door wide open, and scream his name.

We quickly made our way into the house, kicking off our shoes at the door. Paul chased me through the living room and up the stairs, sliding his hands up the back of my dress and grabbing my bare ass. I let out a tiny yelp as he gave my right cheek a pinch. We tumbled through the bedroom door, giggling and fondling each other like horny teenagers.

Paul wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a deep kiss. When we parted he was smiling down at me lovingly.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, swaying me back and forth.

“Oh?” I said in surprise. “I thought dinner was my gift?”

“Well, it was, but this is something just for you…”, his voice trailed off. “…and I guess a little for me.”

A quizzical look came over my face.

“Okaaaaay,” I said suspiciously. “What are you up to?”

He grinned, taking my hands from around his neck and kissing the tops simultaneously.

“I’m not telling,” he grinned. “All you need to do is get undressed, climb that hot little ass of yours into bed, and put on that blind fold.”

He pointed toward the bed where a black blindfold sat on a single pillow. I hadn’t even noticed the bed was turned down and most of my decorative throw pillows had been removed. When did he have time to prep the bedroom?

“And what will you be doing?” I asked. But he didn’t answer. He simply smiled, pressed his finger up to his lips to indicate I stop asking questions and entered the en suite.

I clumsily removed my navy blue cocktail dress. I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra so getting undressed was simple. I slipped off my nude heels and climbed into bed. The silk sheets felt cool and sensual against my skin. My head was buzzing from the bottle of wine we finished at dinner. I slid the blindfold over my head and into position. I laid there completely exposed, enjoying the darkness and feeling of the silk beneath my naked body. I gently fondled my nipples and tickled my flat stomach.

I was growing inpatient. I reached down and touched the mound of my neatly shaven pussy. My lips and clit were throbbing, begging to be touched.

“Paul!” I called out for my husband. “Hurry… or I’m going to take care of myself!”

Just then I heard the bathroom door open and Paul’s voice from across the room.

“Are you ready?”

I opened my legs wide, gently rubbing the top of my pussy just above my clit.

“Do I look ready?” I bit my bottom lip and wiggled around on the bed. We hadn’t fucked in days leading up to this night and I was more than ready for whatever treat Paul had in store.

I laid there motionless, listening to his footsteps move across the floor. I felt the weight of him at the bottom of the bed as he climbed onto the mattress. He grabbed each of my ankles, parting my legs an inch wider and running his hands up the inside of my thighs. I gasped. His hands were strong and rough. I felt him crawl closer between my legs, inching toward my waiting cunt.

I felt his warm breath on my pussy as I held my own, anticipating the feeling of his lips on my skin. He started by gently kissing the wrinkled folds of my cunt. I inhaled quickly, tweaking my nipples. His kisses trailed from my swollen clit down my labia to my slippery hole. He dipped the tip of his tongue inside me, releasing a flow of pussy juice. His tongue felt fat and strong against my body. I pushed downward slightly, driving his tongue deeper inside my hole. I could hear him lapping up my thick cream. His fat tongue moved swiftly over my clit in small, aggressive circles.

I reached down, wanting to grab onto his head but was met with resistance.

“Not so fast.”

I paused. Paul’s voice sounded different — distant – as if he were in another part of the room.

But before I could give it much thought he began feasting on my pussy more eagerly, grabbing my ass and pulling my cunt harder onto his face. I grinded my body against his mouth, muffling his moans. His tongue was like a tiny jackhammer on my clit. Was he holding out on me all this time? I didn’t remember Paul’s tongue being so talented.

The pleasure started building between my legs as I rubbed my cunt harder on his face and his tongue fucked my hole. I didn’t want to cum yet though. I wanted to tell him to stop but my body wouldn’t let me. The climax grew in my belly, warming my fingertips and toes. I arched my back, willing him to finish me off.

Just as I felt my orgasm coming to its breaking point, he slowed down, retracting his tongue and gently kissing my pussy folds once more. My body tingled all over. I was sensitive and on edge. Fuck. I wanted to cum so bad. I tried grabbing for Paul’s body. I wanted to feel him, kiss him, pull him close and beg him to fuck me. But my extended arms were met with only air.

“Paul?” I was feeling a little uneasy. “Where are you?”

Silence.

I sat up straight in bed, my heart beating in a different way. I was becoming nervous and uneasy. The air around me felt strange.

“Paul!” I said, demanding a response.

“I’m right here, baby.”

I felt Paul approach me from the right. He lovingly stroked my hair with one hand and kissed me gently on the cheek. He ran the fingertips of his other hand up and down my inner thigh in an effort to relax me. My heartbeat slowed and I reclined back onto the bed. I felt relieved. His mouth met mine as his hand trailed up my thigh and lightly traced the lines of my throbbing pussy. He circled my cunt, getting close but never making contact. My desire began to build once more. I thrusted my hips upward slightly as the blood rushed back into my clit.

I reached down and instantly felt his erection beneath his thin boxers. Droplets of precum were scattered across the fabric. I squeezed the bulbous head and his kiss intensified.

“You know how much I love you right?” he asked between kisses.

“Yes, of course,” I said, running my hand up and down his shaft, cupping his balls and pressing my pussy against his forearm. His one hand was still wrapped in my hair and the other moved to my breasts, caressing the soft skin.

I felt his hand return to my inner thigh, squeezing the flesh and pushing his thumb against my throbbing clit. It was then that I realized we weren’t alone. It wasn’t Paul’s hand between my legs anymore — his hands were on my breasts and face. I instantly reached up to rip off the blind fold, but someone stopped me.

“No, no”, Paul whispered in my ear, holding my wrist firmly.

I moved my head from side to side, desperately trying to get a sense of my surroundings. I suddenly felt like I was in a foreign place.

“What the fuck is going on?” I pleaded.

My heart pounded in my chest.

Paul spoke again. “Do you trust me?”

Of course I trusted him. I slowly nodded my head and reluctantly let Paul push me back down onto the pillow. The hands I felt a moment ago returned between my legs, pushing my thighs open and running two fingers up and down my slippery folds. They were the hands that had been on my body this whole time. Not Paul’s. Someone else’s. My mind tried desperately to make sense of what was happening.

I felt a different sensation between my legs. Two strong knees pushed my legs open even wider and something soft and round was pushing against my clit. I laid there motionless as Paul licked my ear and neck, encouraging me to relax. I tried desperately to calm myself as the stranger played with my clit and invaded my body. The large round object moved from my nub down my lips to my hole, spreading it open. It was then that I realized it was the tip of another man’s cock. And it was big.

I took a deep breath.

Paul whispered in my ear, “Get ready baby. Just relax and let it happen.”

I held my breath as I felt the head of the stranger’s cock slowly enter me. My pussy opened willingly as the first inch broke the threshold of my most sacred area. I felt the walls of my pussy stretch. I reached down, grabbing the stranger’s shaft. I was surprised Paul let me but once I felt it, I knew why. It was huge. He wanted me to be prepared. My petite hand could barely wrap around the entire thing. The veins were pronounced and the skin tight. I moved my hand up and down the length of the monster between my legs, convinced there was no end. Once I reached the base of the thick tool, I slowly pushed it deeper into my cunt. My pussy lips folded inward as the giant cock penetrated my wetness.

I gasped as Paul slid his hand beneath my back, propping me up. The stranger grabbed onto my hips, pushing my arm out of the way. He was halfway in now and I already felt filled to the max. He pushed my legs upwards and I grabbed onto my knees, trying to make room for him to go deeper.

I shook my head vigorously. “I can’t, I can’t Paul. It’s too big.”

Paul licked my ear and whispered, “Oh you can do it baby just relax. Relax and enjoy it.”

I took another deep breath, gripping Paul’s hand and the bedspread. The stranger buried his shaft an inch deeper using long, deep strokes. To my surprise, Paul slid the blindfold off of my face.

I looked down to see an incredibly good looking, muscular black man between my legs. His bald head looked as smooth as the skin on his cock felt. The muscles on his chest and arms flexed with every thrust. Paul held my right knee in his hand, peeking down as the shaft pumped in and out of my dripping cunt. The man stared down at my pussy with a look of hunger in his eyes. I pushed down on his cock.

“You want more, baby?” Paul asked, clearly aroused. “You want it all?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes! Give it to me.” I begged the black stranger to bury the rest of his monster into my tight hole.

He began to pick up the pace of his strokes. My hole widened, straining under his girth. I felt his fat balls smack against my asshole as his cock made the final plunge into my pussy. I cried out. It was an intense mix of pleasure and pain. The faster he moved, the looser and wetter my pussy became. He grabbed my hips and violently pounded his cock into my cunt. Paul knelt beside me, pulling his own dick from his boxers and stroking it vigorously. His other hand grabbed my breast tightly. My tits bounced violently with every thrust from the dark stranger.

The penetration ran from my G-spot into the pit of my stomach. It felt as if he was violently fucking my entire body. He grunted loudly, pinching my flesh. I cried out again, grabbing his wrists to brace myself against his movements.

“Fuck her. Make her cum.” Paul’s voice was breathless. He was tugging on his cock faster now.

I wanted to cum for him. I wanted him to watch and look in my eyes while another man’s cock drove me over the edge. I begged the dark stranger to fuck me harder. His giant dick filled every inch of my pussy. Paul leaned over, spitting on my clit. He smacked it hard and began rubbing it with his fingertips.

The combined sensation of a stranger’s cock in my body and my husband’s hands on my pussy were more than I could handle. I felt the pleasure building in my pussy. I grinded down hard on his thick shaft. Paul’s hand grazed the stranger’s cock with every stroke. Blood rushed to my pussy, mounting in breathtaking waves. Paul held my leg tightly as my entire body shook violently. The muscles in my pussy squeezed the stranger’s massive cock as a rush of hot creamy cum poured from my hole. The stranger held me tight, continuing to move in and out until I begged him to stop.

I pushed him away and his tool slipped from my cunt. My hole felt relief as it contracted back to its normal size. The visitor grabbed his giant cock and began jerking off between my legs, grunting as a steady stream of cum came flying from the tip like a geyser, landing on my mound and stomach. At the same time Paul released his own load onto my tits, collapsing on top of me as he finished.

We all laid there breathless and sweating. Paul’s body was sprawled out on top of mine, my arm draped over his back. He turned to me and smiled. He looked exhausted and content.

He kissed my belly and said, “Happy Birthday, baby.”

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