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A Birthday Story

by DutchBoy


Yesterday was Rachael's birthday. She turned thirty-five, and I swear, she looks younger than when I met her nine years ago. Her firm body is just as firm, her proud breasts are still high and taunt, her bullet nipples still become likes little stones when she's excited, and these days she gets very excited, very often. I want to tell you how we celebrated her "coming" of age into womanhood. It started about a week ago. She was somewhat morose about turning another year older, and I was doing my best to cheer her up. I assured her that she was not losing her charms, or her sexiness. But still, these were only words. Only she could choose to believe me or not. "I promise you, you could still give a hard on to a corpse!" I had told her. "Maybe before, but not now. Besides, I don't have the ability to stand up to the fucking and sucking I used to do." "Rachael, I really want to see you snap out of this. What can I say to prove to you that you've still got more going for you than a dozen younger women?" She didn't answer at first. I could tell she was thinking. Her birthday was really bothering her. I knew I would have to take drastic action. "You know, to prove how good you are, I'm going to conduct an experiment. On your birthday, you are going to show me, and yourself, and a few other people just how fantastic you really are." "What do you have in mind?" "You'll see." The morning of her birthday, I woke her early with breakfast in bed. I'd fixed her favorite morning meal, strawberries and cream. As she sat up in bed, fluffed her pillows and prepared for breakfast, she seemed a bit happier than the night before. We chatted about nothing in particular. I really enjoyed watching her eat the meal I'd prepared. Not only did she enjoy my efforts, but I enjoyed watching her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. The left one was covered by her nightgown, but the right breast was fully exposed, her pink nipple giving the strawberry a run for its money. It's pinkish hue and reddish brown tip built a fire in my cock that would soon have to be extinguished. I got up from my chair when she'd finished eating. When I reached over her to pick up the tray, she deftly slid her hand inside my robe, and with confidence bred of familiarity, wrapped her hand around my cock. "I knew it would be hard," she said. "And how did you know?" "I watched you watch my nip. Knowing that you were watching it so intently was what was making my nips get hard. And experience tells me that when I get hard, you get hard!" She was right of course. My cock was rock hard. Instead of going downstairs with the tray, I set it on the recliner in our bedroom and returned to the bed where my wife was still laying. I pulled the covers away from her body, and to my delight, discovered the red satin gown she wore had ridden up to her thighs, exposing most of her legs. I knew there was only about two inches of skin between what I was looking at and her hot pussy. Reaching down to her soft inner thigh, I gently stroked her tender leg. At the same time, I bent over and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking, biting, and pulling it out even further with my teeth. She responded immediately! Her nipple hardened into a soft steel bullet, with her involuntary thrusts to push it further into my hot mouth. Her legs parted a little at first, then wider, and finally wide enough for me to mount her. That was what she wanted. She wanted me to shove my hard cock into her soft wet pussy. But no one can fuck my wife better than me, and I knew she could become a great deal hotter if I teased her a bit more. My hand continued its petting of her open inner thigh, but I did not touch her cunt. She tried to trap my hand there, tried to inveigle me into stroking her damp love box, maybe more than stroking. She wanted satisfaction, and she wanted it now. But I am a man of patience, and I knew she wasn't near as hot as she could be. I continued my teasing, as she continued the digital manipulation of my cock. Her small hand was wrapped around as much of my turgid dick as she could get to, while she continued to moan and writhe under my hand loving I was giving her. She started to give words to her movements. "Oh, Phillip! Touch me. Touch my cunt. Make me come on your fingers! Oh, baby, I need you to put your hand on my pussy. I need that fat cock of yours in my cunt!" Slowly I started to move upward, toward that damp hot musky secret place between her legs. I moved my fingers exceedingly slowly, so slow that I felt her urgency build with the speed of a 747 as it ascends skyward. "Don't tease me. I need to feel you in my pussy! Please!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears, however. I did not speed up my movements. Quite the opposite, I tended to move my fingers away from her steaming pussy. She must have thought I was losing interest, or maybe she thought she could raise the ante, at any rate, her next move didn't surprise me. Instead of straining to get her cunt closer to my hand, she sat up in bed, turned her head toward the mid section of my robe. She took my hard cock (which by now was about as hard as it gets) and pulled it into her mouth. She sucked me halfway in on the first contact. I felt her tongue swirl around the head of my cock, while her lips increased their pressure on the portion of the shaft already buried in her mouth. Her teeth came down on the tender hardness that was my cock, and she began chewing on my dick with the gentleness of a baby tiger suckling its mother's teat! Her right hand was still trying to encircle the base of my love tool, while her left was digging into my ass cheeks, forcing me to come closer to her sucking lips! While all the oral action was taking place on my hard cock, Rachael had flung her legs wide open, allowing me full access to her hot cunt. The outer lips had separated and her inner most private section was wide open, and if it could be as vocal as her other mouth, it would have screamed, "Fuck Me!" I continued to fondle her inner thigh, but now I was only millimeters away from her still untouched pussy. Rachael pulled her legs up to her chest and revolved around on the mattress to the point that now my turgid cock was pointing in the same direction as her gaping pussy. She dropped my cock out of her mouth and slid her ass toward me. I was standing on the side of the bed, my wife's legs encircling my waist and her pussy about to take my dick inside, regardless of my intentions. She was out of control, ruled by lust, and wanting to be fucked! What could I do but accommodate. My cock sank into her wet pool of passion. There was no resistance to the assault. The first stroke went halfway into her pussy; the second stroke saw my dick buried to the hilt in wet cunt! And then she went wild. Bucking of the bed, she gave over entirely to her needs. "Fuck me, you bastard! I need your dick and you're making me beg for it! I need you to come in me, I need to feel you shoot your hot load in me!" I was not fucking her. She was fucking me. As I stood there, almost without moving, my wife rammed her cunt against my pubic hair, over and over again. She was totally caught up in the moment. It had been a long time since I'd seen her so completely committed to a fuck. Usually Rachael maintains some semblance of control while fucking, some degree of mastery over the person she's fucking, but not this morning. This morning she was driven to fuck, and she didn't care how badly she acted. She wanted cock, and now, with mine buried deep inside her pussy, she intended to finish what I'd started. "I want to feel you dump your load inside my pussy!" "You just want to feel anyone dump a load inside your pussy!" I responded. "Yes, but you're there now, and you'll do. Fuck me you prick!" "Rachael, I love it when you admit what you are. Tell me and I'll come for you." "Just fuck me. Shut up and fuck me!" "Tell me what you are!" I demanded. "Phillip..." "TELL ME!!!!!" "I'M A WHORE! I'M A WHORE AND I NEED TO BE FUCKED. AND I WANT TO BE FUCKED NOW!" "By who, dear?" "I DON'T CARE BY WHO. I'M A WHORE AND A SLUT AND ALL I CARE ABOUT IS GETTING FUCKED BY A HARD DICK. NOW COME IN MY PUSSY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" And I did come. But now, the difference in Rachael was amazing. She was totally lost to the fucking. I learned early on in our marriage that the one thing that turns her on more than anything else is to be forced to beg for cock, and then have to admit she's no better than any street whore, looking for a hard dick. I'm sure it has something to do with the strict way she was raised, but for Rachael, nothing gets it faster than being forced to act like a slut, and then admit verbally that she is one. I shot my come deep inside her. Six times my cock convulsed and six times I shot a spurt of hot love cream in my wife's pussy. Finally we both calmed down. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, not from pain, but from self inflicted shame and humiliation. It was the ultimate orgasm for her. She looked up at my face and saw the love I had for her. My softening cock was still in her pussy, and I slowly pulled it out of her, and turned her back on the mattress, so now she was lying in her regular position on the bed. I took one step upward toward her, and she knew what to do. Without my asking, she leaned forward and gently took my now flaccid penis into her mouth, sucking it quietly, tenderly. This was not an exercise to get me hard again. She was merely cleaning my cock for me with her mouth. It was her way of thanking me for making her come. I knew it for what is was, and somehow my cock did too. I did not grow another erection, but rather just enjoyed the warmness of my dick inside her hot moist mouth. When she was finished cleaning me, I pulled it out from between her sweet lips and lay next to her on the bed. She buried her face in my chest and fell back asleep. Looking at her lay there, I couldn't believe that ten minutes earlier she had been a wanton whore, begging me to fuck her. Now she looked more like a little girl laying next to her father for a nap. But that would all change. I had big plans for her that day; plans that included a lot of bed, but very little sleep. As I heard the lawnmower start in the yard outside, I knew the day's activities were about to begin. Juan, our gardener was already at work. Or so he thought! Contributed by dutchboy@ballistic.com


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16 Gay Erotic Stories from DutchBoy

A Birthday Story

Yesterday was Rachael's birthday. She turned thirty-five, and I swear, she looks younger than when I met her nine years ago. Her firm body is just as firm, her proud breasts are still high and taunt, her bullet nipples still become likes little stones when she's excited, and these days she gets very excited, very often. I want to tell you how we celebrated her "coming" of age into

The Basketball Player

We had been up late the night before, Patrick, my husband, had brought home company. I wasn't really expecting any visitors...but when I saw whom he'd brought, well, let's just say I'm the forgiving type. He'd met this individual on a plane, and I was very excited to meet him. My husband knows a lot of important people, but very few of those people are in sports. This new friend,

The Bellman

Last weekend, Patrick and I decided we'd seen enough of Dallas, and took off for Houston. It was a great trip down, with me giving my loving husband many opportunities to watch as I flirted outrageously with every male we encountered over the two hundred mile trip. I wore my white sundress, nothing underneath. Whenever we stopped, and I got out of the car, everyone could plainly make

The Chess Player Ch.1

Patrick, my husband, and I had spent a long day in Dallas, and instead of going home (we lived about a hundred miles away) we decided to spend the night there. That's not an unusual thing for us to do. We often went to Dallas just to party, and since we were already there, we figured we might as well have some fun. Patrick is always ready to have a good time, and we hadn't really

The Comparison

My wife, Rachael, and I tell each other everything. Thursday, we were on our way to a club for a few drinks and perhaps some dancing, when the subject of my new friend from England came up. I was telling her that he, like myself, enjoyed sharing his wife's adventures with other like-minded men. I told her I'd read several of his stories, and that I noticed a particular fetish of

The Deal Ch. 1

My husband, Patrick, and I have a very active and wide ranging interest in sexual affairs. Ours is a marriage bonded on mutual love, respect and lust! I am a shameless exhibitionist. Patrick is an avid voyeur. Together we have had hundreds of exciting and in many cases, breathtaking experiences. Last week, however, I think we crossed over the last barrier to total freedom of exercise

The Deal Ch. 2

Patrick waited nervously. When he got home Friday night he expected to find me, but instead found only my note. Patrick, Sorry I couldn't be home when you got there. I've had a very hectic day getting ready for the weekend, and decided I needed a few more things. I want you to take a bath. After you finish, go to my jewelry box and you will find another note. Do not open it

The Deal Ch. 3

Phillip did as I'd instructed him. He didn't hesitate when I told him to clean Kyle's cock, sucking it clean from the remnants of our fuck session. I stood outside the car, having slipped my dress back on, with nothing else underneath, and watched as my husband sucked my lover's cock with an expertise I didn't know he possessed. Kyle's hard dick responded to Phillip's mouth, and was

The Deal Ch. 4

I told Patrick to clean himself up as I started to dress. It was already past eleven, and I still needed a hard dick in my pussy. Patrick could have serviced me, and for a brief moment, I considered letting him hammer his ten inch cock into me, but the whole point of this weekend was to drive him crazy with desire, and besides, I could fuck him any time I wanted. After eight years

The Englishman

Last night I wanted to surprise my husband with a special homecoming. He'd been to Scotland for a seminar and I was picking him up at our local airport. Patrick and I enjoy a rather exciting sex life, and there are no taboos or restrictions on our activities. Getting back to last night, I was very anxious to see my husband. He'd been gone five days (and five long, long nights!) I

The Gardener

Rachael was waiting for me when the plane landed. I'd called her that morning and told her what time I'd and, and she said she'd be there with a special present for me. I was sure I knew what that would be. Rachael loved to fuck as much as I did, and she'd been without my cock for almost two weeks. Knowing her as I do, I didn't for a minute think she'd been without any cock all

The Police Officer

Author's Note: This is really part two of "The Chess Player", as it took place immediately after the incident in the motel with the chess game. Thought you'd like to know that in case you're keeping score. * * * * * As I got into the front seat of our BMW, I made no effort to cover my legs with my dress. It had settled comfortably about two-thirds up my thighs. I knew Patrick

The Pool Player

For everything there is a first time. This story is about the first time my husband, Patrick, and I ever partied with another man. Patrick and I talked about opening our marriage, but until that night, it was just talk. But we knew it was only a matter of time before we went all the way, before we invited another man into our bed, into my pussy! It happened kind of suddenly. We

The Shoe Salesman

I knew I was in trouble. I should have been home six hours ago. It was already 11:00, and I knew Patrick would be worried. I started to think of a good excuse, a story I could tell him that he would believe. Car trouble came to mind, but he'd ask why I hadn't called him on the car phone. I looked in my purse. Damn! He'd paged me three times. I didn't have my beeper with me most of

The Traveling Woman

This is a continuation of the story "The Trucker" Hope you enjoy this as much as we did. If you'd like to write to either Rachael or me... * * * * * I lay there for a few moments before I spoke to my husband. It wasn't even ten in the morning and I'd already had my first orgasm of the weekend, and what an orgasm it had been! Patrick had finger fucked me in the front seat of our

The Trucker, Part 1

Patrick and I decided to travel by car on a mini-vacation. Because of time constraints, we usually fly wherever we go, but this time we wanted to relax, so we figured if we vacationed closer to home, we'd have more time, but still enjoy ourselves. Besides, wherever we go, we enjoy ourselves (and others!) Since we live in the eastern part of Texas, we decided New Orleans might be nice.

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