Oh man, today was my 27th birthday, and my husband… he’s always got these wild ideas that get my heart racing. He blindfolded me right after cake, his fingers lingering on my cheeks, whispering, « Trust me, baby, this gift’s gonna blow your mind. » I giggled, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs, the room smelling like vanilla candles and his cologne. He led me to the bedroom, my bare feet sinking into the plush rug, hands guiding my hips till I felt the cool sheets against my thighs. I was in just my lacy black thong and a thin tank top, nipples already hard from the anticipation.
« Ready? » he murmured, his breath hot on my neck. I nodded, biting my lip. Then… hands. Not just his. Rougher palms slid up my sides, thumbs brushing my ribs, while his familiar touch cupped my ass. « What… babe? » I whispered, pulse pounding. A deep chuckle—not his—rumbled close. « Surprise, birthday girl, » my husband said, voice thick with lust. « Meet Jake. He’s gonna help me celebrate you. »
My blindfold stayed on, but oh fuck, the scents hit me: musky male sweat mixing with my husband’s soap, and that sharp tang of arousal already soaking my thong. Jake’s fingers—strong, callused—traced my collarbone, dipping to pinch my nipples through the fabric. I gasped, arching. « She’s perfect, » Jake growled, voice gravelly. My husband yanked my tank off, cool air hitting my skin, then lips—wet, hungry—latched onto my left tit, sucking hard while Jake took the right, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweet.
They pushed me back, sheets whispering under me. « On your knees, love, » my husband commanded. I obeyed, blindfolded world spinning with sounds: zippers dropping, heavy breathing, the wet smack of them stroking themselves. A thick cock—Jake’s, thicker than my husband’s—nudged my lips. « Open wide, » he said. Salty pre-cum hit my tongue as I sucked him in, gagging a little on his girth, the vein pulsing against my palate. My husband behind me, ripping my thong aside, fingers plunging into my dripping pussy. « So wet already, » he groaned, pumping deep, squelching sounds filling the room.
I moaned around Jake’s shaft, slurping greedily, spit trailing down my chin. Husband’s tongue flicked my clit, then he stood, slamming into me doggy-style—hard, balls slapping my ass with wet thwacks. « Fuck, yes, » I mumbled, popping off Jake to beg. They switched: Jake’s fat cock stretching my pussy wide, burning so good, while I deepthroated my husband, tasting my own juices on him. Sweat dripped onto my back, the bed creaking rhythmically.
« Time for the real gift, » husband panted. They flipped me onto my back, blindfold finally tugged off. Blinking at the sight: two hard cocks hovering, glistening. Jake straddled my chest, sliding between my tits while I licked the tip. Husband lifted my legs, teasing my ass with lube—cold at first, then his thumb circling, pushing in. « Relax, baby, » he cooed. I did, whimpering as he eased his cock into my tight hole, inch by burning inch. Full. So fucking full.
Then Jake plunged back into my pussy. Sandwich. Double stuffed. Their grunts synced—deep, animal—as they thrust, cocks rubbing through my walls, friction igniting every nerve. « Oh shit, she’s clenching, » Jake hissed, pounding faster. Smell of sex heavy: cum, lube, my squirting juices soaking the sheets. I screamed, nails raking Jake’s thighs, orgasms crashing—first one ripping through me, pussy spasming, ass gripping husband till he roared, flooding me hot and deep.
Jake pulled out, stroking furiously. « Face or tits? » Husband laughed, still buried in me. « Her mouth. » Ropes of thick cum hit my tongue, salty-bitter, swallowing greedily as aftershocks trembled my body. They collapsed beside me, hands roaming lazy, kisses tasting of us all.
Best. Birthday. Ever. Still buzzing.