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The following is something written by the talented Mr. Morgan, a fairly depraved friend of mine. He gave me permission to post it here and perhaps if we show him enough love, he’ll write more! Just a warning, at 3700+ words, it’s not a quick read, so plan your time accordingly!

The Birthday Present
By Mr. Morgan

“I’m thirty four years old,” she kept thinking to herself. “I thought these adventures were left behind thirteen or fourteen years ago.”

The goosebumps on her forearms betrayed her nerves, the only outward sign of everything going on inside her body. She could feel her pulse racing, and her breath was steady but short as she lay on the hotel’s queen bed in anxious anticipation, and if she were being completely honest with herself, a touch of fear and dread.

Her reddish brown hair was pooled on the pillow beneath her head as she folded her arms across her bare breasts, thinking that her puckered nipples were a darker pink compliment to the goosebumps on her arms. She still had somewhat juvenile thoughts like that during moments such as these, and couldn’t help but wonder where they came from. She also wondered where her husband’s thoughts were going as she turned her head to look at him.

He was across the room, sitting in a chair and nursing a hotel glass half full of Johnny Walker Red. She knew he wasn’t drunk, and likely didn’t need the drink to calm his own nerves. He was thirty six today, and they had been married for eleven years. This was his birthday present, something long discussed and finally agreed upon. Since coming to the agreement, she had questioned her own judgment more than once, but each time she knew the reasons she was now laying on a Holiday Inn bed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties and waiting in silence for a knock on the door. The reasons were twofold – she loved her husband, and she was curious.

Her husband loved her. Of this, she had no doubt. He was old fashioned almost to the point of absurdity. He held open car doors for her every time they went somewhere, without fail. He never entered a door without holding it open for her first if they were together. He remembered birthdays and anniversaries of things beyond their wedding, but of first kisses and first dates. She got flowers for no reason, and he went out of his way to provide for her the life he knew she wanted. They were not rich, and never would be, but she knew very well that he tried his hardest to give her the fairy tale that little girls dream of.

Her husband was a handsome man, but would never be mistaken for Pitt or Clooney. That was fine by her. She enjoyed his occasional five o clock shadow and when his hair got shaggy because he missed an appointment to get it cut. She was as fond of him in a t shirt and khakis in the backyard as in a tuxedo at the opera. The sex didn’t hurt, either.

She smiled involuntarily as she thought about her sex life with her husband. She wasn’t a virgin when she married him, but her partners had been few. In hindsight, they hadn’t been very good. Her husband did not have a larger than average penis, he did not have extraordinary stamina, and he was not above falling asleep immediately after he came. She wondered, though, how jealous her girlfriends would be if they knew what sex was like with him. He was attentive and intuitive. He knew when to tease, and when to satisfy. He knew when foreplay was in order and when she simply wanted – needed – to be taken. He was patient with her, but when he decided to seek his own release, he could be almost savage. Eleven years later, and she wasn’t even remotely bored with her sex life with her husband.

That’s why when he mentioned this very stiuation to her, she was taken aback. Simply put, he wanted to watch her have sex with another man. He said he wanted to see her with no emotions to worry about, simply seeking her own pleasure. There was a twinkle in his eye as he assured her he would be there to maintain her safety and that this was not some plot to file for divorce once she had been unfaithful. That twinkle in his eye was enough for her to believe him, that he really did want to see her abandon the role of “wife” and simply be a lover. The fluttering in her stomach told her that she wanted -

Her thoughts were cut short by a knock at the door.

Her husband crossed the room and opened the door. She could hear them talking but made no effort to make out specific words. She suddenly felt exposed, and had clasped her hands to each arm, covering her breasts tightly. Her ankles crossed, then her knees, and her cheeks burned at the thought of a stranger seeing her this way. It had been a long time since she had felt any nervousness about a man seeing her naked. Her breasts, 34 b, were no longer solid and perky. Her hips had acquired a few extra pounds. She wasn’t going grey, but there were parts of her hair that were less reddish brown than others. Her husband wanted this, though, and she would see it through.

Her husband smiled at her as he crossed back to the chair he was sitting in. Moments later, her breath caught as a black man in his early 20s stood before her. His head was clean shaven, right down to the scalp. He had no facial hair, no tattoos. She scanned his body and realized that he was in comparable physical shape to her husband. He didn’t look like a bodybuilder, but it was clear that he was in shape. The stereotype of black men being somewhat better endowed than other races popped into her head as she noticed that his penis, while flaccid, didn’t appear to be abnormally large. She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or relieved.

He smiled and crawled onto the bed with her and gently, but firmly, uncrossed her legs. He began to kiss the inside of one of her ankles gently, and she flinched. Inch by inch, he worked his way to her knee, then to her thigh. His lips passed over her panties close enough to feel the heat of his breath before he worked his way down her other leg in a similar fashion.

“That’s not fair,” she thought in her mind. “If you’re going to get that close, at least indulge me a little.” Her eyes closed tight as her fingers tangled in the sheets and she realized that since she had laid eyes on this young man, she hadn’t once looked at – or thought about – her husband. She glanced over at him and started to return the smile that was on his face, but instead gasped with pleasure.

Dry, smooth fingers had peeled the lace away from her pussy and spread her lips open. Without hesitation, his lips were around her clit, holding it in place while his tongue flicked and darted over and around it. She felt only a momentary pang of guilt as she forgot her husband once again and ran her own fingers over the scalp of her new plaything, holding his head tight against her, rocking her hips up against him as his tongue played havoc with her clit.

Each time she pushed her hips forward, she felt him grunt approvingly, and the small vibrations through her clit were pure pleasure. Just as she was about to cum with a man other than her husband for the first time in over a decade, he abandoned his position in favor of slipping his tongue inside of her.

Flattened out, it spread her lips gently open once more and probed inside her. Long, slow licks just inside of her slit had her writhing. Her hands left his scalp and began to squeeze her breasts as she remembered just how much she enjoyed a small amount of pain. Her nipples were throbbing, her fingertips were digging into the tender flesh on the sides and bottom of her breasts, and she was having trouble thinking straight from the rhythmic laps of his tongue against her.

“Get these panties off of me,” she thought to herself. At least she thought it was internal dialogue until she felt his hands lifting her ass off the bed and sliding the black lace fabric over her legs. The look in his eye told her that foreplay was over and she instinctively opened her thighs a little wider to accommodate him. Any bashfulness from earlier had melted away, lost somewhere between her racing heart and the flood of moisture between her thighs.

He posted an arm on each side of her, and gazed down at her as he rocked his hips forward. For a moment she was unsure of the pressure against her pussy, then felt her eyes widen as she looked down between them to see a much larger cock than she had anticipated from seeing him flaccid. Her mind asserted itself on the part of rational thinking – this man was not exceptionally long, perhaps only an inch longer than her husband, if that. Seven and a half inches at the most. “You’ve got toys longer than that, girl,” she told her self in an effort to remain calm.

He was, however, fucking thick. She doubted that she could have gotten her hand entirely around his dick, and she was suddenly glad that her husband had told her up front that she would not be performing oral sex on whoever he chose for her. There was no way she could have gotten him in her mouth.

Gently, he eased into her. The only thing she knew to do was to bite her lip and look at her husband with a mix of pleasure and pain. He was still smiling calmly in his chair. She could feel the walls of her cunt being pushed past their usual comfort zone, and as long as he kept things slow and easy for a while, she thought she’d be okay with this. She winced as each inch slid into her, whimpering gently until he was fully inside of her.

He looked down at her and smiled, but did not move. She made a note to say thanks for small favors at a later date.

He held still inside of her for at least a minute, and eventually, her pussy began to crave movement and stimulation. The walls of her cut had begun to ripple along the length of his shaft. There was still an uncomfortable sensation, but she wanted…needed…to know what it felt like to be fucked by someone so thick. She closed her eyes, laced her fingers around the back of his neck, measured her breaths and simply said, “Slow.”

He obliged, and she immediately knew that she was in for a long night, no matter how quickly this was over with. He slid out of her even more slowly than he had pushed his way into her. She could feel the relief in the muscles as he withdrew…as well as an overwhelming desire to have him completely inside of her again. The swollen lips of her pussy were clinging to and dragging along every bit of his flesh, until she realized that only the tip of the head of his dick was inside of her – and even that was enough to stretch her lips apart. Still smiling, he did not hesitate to slide back inside of her. As the full head of his cock passed her opening, she was struck by disbelief.

She was about to cum. From two strokes, she was about to..no, she WAS cumming.

Her thighs seized, her back arched, her breath came in uneven gasps, she clawed at the sheets and then her own breasts again as he pushed himself patiently back into her. He held still until she was simply trembling. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her breasts and stomach, and she had to stifle a giggle at the fact that she had just came less than thirty seconds into sex with this man.

Turning again to face her husband, she said to the stranger inside of her, “A little faster – but be gentle.” Her husband nodded approvingly, and for some reason she felt a new rush of warmth and wetness to her pussy. She would play armchair psychologist with this later. Right now, she wanted to be fucked.

As he began to grind his hips into her, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came again. She embraced the moment, the situation, and started to turn herself loose. She pulled the stranger’s head to her breasts. “Play rough,” she said. “Don’t be afraid to bite..I’ll let…you…know if…it’s..”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was cumming again. Her nails dug into his back as his teeth bit and released each nipple, as his tongue played on the pale flesh beneath the nipples, as he nipped at the skin between her breasts, keeping a steady rhythm of in and out the whole time.

Her body was shaking more visibly now, and a raised eyebrow from her playmate was an unspoken question of whether he should stop. She shook her head no, cleared her throat, and said “One more…a little faster, but not too rough down there.” He simply chuckled and increased his pace almost imperceptibly. Somehow, though, it seemed that he was pushing himself deeper into her. She kept thinking that her body would adjust to the girth of his cock, but her pussy was beginning to complain. The stretching was nice initially, and she certainly wouldn’t have came so quickly without it, but the third time would be her last.

Knowing this, she worked to meet his strokes, pushing her hips towards his. As hard as she tried, she fell out of step a time or two. Her body was already tired from what she had been through, and glancing at the clock she was stunned to find that only ten minutes had passed since she saw him standing at the end of the bed.

She gripped his forearms in anticipation of her quickly approaching orgasm and blocked everything out except the pleasure. She focused on how incredibly slick her cunt had become to allow him such easy access, and how much she looked forward to fucking her husband as soon as possible. He slid into her and her hips raised to meet him once more, and her body was on fire. She twisted, bucked, clawed, groaned, and shivered her way through an orgasm that left her spent, spread eagle on the bed with his impossibly thick cock still inside of her. She whispered “Thank you,” as he began to slowly pull out of her.

“Not yet.” She was startled by the first words her husband had spoken, and confused at their meeting.

“You sure?,” asked her lover.

Her husband nodded affirmatively. “You’re not done until you get off, too.”

She was shaking her head no, no, no, trying in a panic to tell her husband that her pussy – hell, she was having doubts about her entire body – couldn’t take more of this.

Before she got a word out, though, she was being fucked. Not gently, not slowly, but fucked. Those dry, smooth hands were now on her thighs, just above her knees, holding her legs open. She was trying to push against his chest with her hands, but it was a futile effort. Her normal strength may not have been enough. Now she was tired, sore, and being distracted from the quickly accumulating soreness in her pussy. Involuntary tears were coming from her eyes as she began to moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“He told me to fuck you, lady, so I’m gonna make sure he gets the show he wanted.” At that moment, she decided to try to play along, thinking that if she could fuck him back, encourage him, he would cum faster and it would be over. She tried so hard. She tried to meet his thrusts, she tried to distract herself by returning to her nipples, to her breasts, but it was useless. Her whole body was being shaken by his movements, and she was beginning to cum again.

He was forcing himself into her almost violently now. She could feel her breasts, the same ones she was self conscious about earlier, bouncing wildly beneath him. She could feel each tip of his fingers as he pressed into her thighs and held her legs open for himself. Her clit, her lips, her walls – everything was throbbing..or was that just his cock, stretching her so tightly that she could feel his pulse? She felt herself lose control, moaning, then howling through a pair of orgasms as he fucked her as hard as he seemingly could.

She went limp as he held still and released her legs. “Did he cum? Surely I would have felt his semen inside of me, right? He couldn’t have alre…no..please no..” Her internal dialogue escaped again to her lips. “Please! No!”

Ignoring her protests, his arms scooped up her legs and folded her in half. He was mounted on her and his cock was driving straight down into her. There was no more pleasure at this point, only pain – it was too much. Whether it was her hoarse cries, the tears streaming down each side of her face, or her expression, he must have taken notice. He stopped.

“Thank….you..thank..”

She was cut off again as he took her hand, placed it on her clit, and started forcing her to rub herself. She resisted, but his grip on her wrist was like iron. She cursed herself for being so exhausted and so weak, and she cursed herself for the fact that her swollen clit was responding to the stimulation. Whether she wanted to or not, she was enjoying playing with herself, even if by force. She felt the walls of her cunt again tighten around his cock, then resumed her yells as he began to piston into her once again without warning.

She kept rubbing her clit, it was the only thing that made this bearable. She was shuddering as her body once again betrayed her, coming to a climax as she rubbed her clit and was folded in half by a stranger, being fucked harder than she ever thought possible.

She was spent. She lay limp on the bed, unable to grab the sheets or push him away. She was simply staring at her husband and softly crying. She didn’t ask him if it was over, because she knew it wasn’t. Not until he came. Once he started to fuck her again, slowly and building speed with every thrust, though, she couldn’t help but mouth the word “Please.”

Her husband simply stared.

“Please.”

Her mind could picture the thick black cock sinking into her, time and again. She hurt so much, over her entire body, but she could still feel slick heat between her legs.

“Please.”

The tempo was building again, and she stared at the ceiling, hoping for quick relief somehow. No longer mouthing the words, she was appealing to her husband vocally.

“Please.”

A roll of goosebumps covered her from head to toe as the young man’s sweat began to drip from his torso onto hers. He leaned forward to nip at her neck and kiss along her jawline, and she could taste the sweat on his skin.

“Please!”

His rhythm had steadied, no longer increasing. She opened her thighs as wide as she could muster, letting him use her body, knowing it was the quickest way out.

“Please..please..please..”

His pace slowed, but his thrusts became almost violent, withdrawing slowly and abruptly forcing himself into her. The gooseflesh continued to rise as his tongue slinked down her neck and over her collarbones in between thrusts.

“PLEASE!”

Her husband remained motionless, while her playmate responded. The irregular, powerful thrusts were abandoned in favor of quick, deep strokes. Openly crying now, she ran her hands over his smooth chest, played at his neck and shoulders, and finally clenched his hips to pull him into her. She needed this to be over and would do what she had to do in order to make that happen.

“PLEASE..PLEASE JUST FUCKING CUM IN ME…PLEASE!!!”

His pace quickened, the strokes became more shallow, and against her will, against what she thought was possible, she began to orgasm again. She didn’t want to. She fought it. She resisted it for as long as she could…then nature took over. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him into her. She clawed at him. Her whimpers became dry-throated moans. The only thought in her head was getting him deeper inside of her and feeling his cum in her.

He pushed her away, gripped her wrists and held them at each side of her head. He bucked into her one last time, let out a low growl of his own, and suddenly she felt it. She felt three distinct bursts of semen inside her. She closed her eyes as the last tremors of her orgasm passed through her, and fell into a daze as he pulled his cock away form her. She could see it softening before her eyes. Her husband came over and brushed her hair away from her forehead and kissed her on the lips gently. Then there was another conversation that she could not hear between he and the stranger. The door closed, and it was just the two of them again.

He brought her ice water, and held her as she felt cum oozing out of her pussy and onto the inside of her thighs.

He told her she was – and remained – beautiful. He thanked her and stroked her hair, and rubbed her shoulders.

As she felt exhaustion taking over, she muttered, “Happy birthday.”

He whispered in return that his birthday wasn’t over yet, and rolled her onto her stomach. She heard a rustling, and realized her husband was now naked in the bed beside her. He straddled her thighs, and leaned over her back, his mouth next to her ear.

She was whimpering and tears were stinging her eyes once again. She felt the head of her husband’s cock push into her ass and she let out a low sob of pain and desperation. Within moments, he was completely inside of her ass, laying on her back.

Unintentionally, and in unison, they whispered the same word to each other.

“Please.”