The Birthday Present by Janie James
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THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT
Janie James
“Oh, yes! Fuck me with that cock! Stick it in me. Harder! Harder!”
If you’d told me a couple of years ago I’d be spending my wife’s fortieth birthday watching her get the shit fucked out of her by a stranger, I’d have said you were crazy.
And yet, here we were, the three of us, naked on a hotel bed. Not only was I not upset, it had been my idea.
It all started at a party in Vegas last year. We were there for our fifteenth anniversary, and we decided to try something different. Swinging.
We’d been with women before. Traci had been bi since college. I’d known that before we got married. So, occasionally, we brought a girl into the bedroom. We’d have done it more, but it wasn’t easy. We live in a small town where most single girls aren’t into threesomes.
So, when we decided to spend our anniversary in Vegas, the first thing I did was Google “swinger’s clubs”. And that’s how we ended up at the Blue Door on a Thursday night.
The club was pretty much what we’d expected. Kind of run down. Hints of mildew, old beer, and jizz in the air. After pausing in the locker room to store our clothes and put on cheap cotton robes, we made our way to the play area—a large, circular room with small cubicles around the outside edge separated by curtains. The big room had a bunch of vinyl-covered oversized mattresses in it, and the cubes held normal-sized beds.
We started off on one of the small beds by ourselves.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Traci asked, as we removed our robes and sat down. She glided her hand over my semi-hard cock as she spoke.
“Hell, yeah,” I said, surprised to discover I had an exhibitionist streak in me. I touched my fingers to her pussy, and they came away dripping. “Looks like you are, too.”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” she said, glancing over at the big bed, where several couples writhed in a tangle of bodies.
Several men stood around the bed, slowly jerking their dicks, maybe waiting for an invitation to join in. We’d read that some couples played with single men, but that wasn’t what we were after.
Traci lowered her head to my lap and began giving me a slow, gentle blowjob, but her gaze never left the scene playing out before us.
I thrust one, and then two fingers into her cunt, drawing a moan from her that vibrated down to my balls. We played like that for a while, alternating between slow and fast movements, doing our best to make eye contact with couples that passed by. Although a few gave us appreciative looks, none of them stopped to join us.
“I think we need to try the big bed,” I whispered.
Traci sat up and nodded. “As long as you’re okay with it.”
I knew what she meant. Single women were few and far between in clubs like this. We’d discussed it, and there was a real probability that for us to play with a woman, a guy would also be playing with Traci. She was worried I’d be upset.
The idea made me nervous but also excited. I’d never thought I’d be into my wife sucking someone else’s dick or fucking them, but now that the possibility seemed real, I kind of wanted it.
As for Traci, I knew she was willing. Her flushed face and erect nipples told the truth better than any words. And she’d never gotten upset watching me get blown or fucked.
“What the hell? Worst thing is we don’t like it, and we leave,” I said.
We headed across the room. Three couples were engaged in oral sex in a daisy chain on the main bed.
A doughy, sixtyish man with thinning hair asked if we wanted company. We shook our heads.
A tall, dark-skinned man approached us and asked if we were looking for a third.
“No, thanks,” Traci said. She climbed onto the bed.
Several of the watchers stepped closer.
I glanced away from the sea of dicks to see Traci on her hands and knees, stroking the thigh of a woman whose face was hidden in a guy’s crotch. Another man was eating the woman out, but he gave way to Traci and started fondling her tits while she licked the shaved pussy in front of her.
Not wanting to be left out, but with no available woman in sight, I moved behind Traci and stuck my cock into her cunt.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I need!” she said, her words muffled.
I felt a twinge of jealousy because she hadn’t looked to see who was fucking her. Then, I was pounding away, and it no longer mattered. I gripped her thighs and slammed into her while she slurped and fingered the moaning woman. The man playing with Traci’s tits pinched and pulled her nipples, which seemed to drive her crazy. She thrust back into me, and I couldn’t believe how wet she’d gotten. I kept slipping out.
Traci lifted her head and motioned for me to join her. I crawled forward and buried my face in the other woman’s wet slit, pausing long enough to give my wife a kiss. She tasted of musk and spice. I wasted no time shoving my tongue deep into the strange honeypot. I never stopped to consider what Traci would be doing.
A hand gripped my cock. I lifted my head to see whose it was, and there was Traci, stroking me with one hand while sucking some guy’s dick at the same time. She had one hand on his balls while he fucked her mouth, his fingers buried in her flaming-red curls.
Watching her nearly sent me over the edge. I had to back away, so I wouldn’t come. At that moment, I forgot about the pussy sitting inches from my face and forgot about the tangle of naked bodies around me. All I could focus on was my wife—her eyes closed, her cheeks and lips bulging as she engulfed a stranger’s dick. I couldn’t explain why it aroused me so much. In a way, it was almost like watching my own private porn movie with my wife as the star. I had the same kind of proud feeling I got when other guys stared at her tits or ass when we were out at a club, only this was a thousand times better. I could have watched all day. I even had a weird desire to see Traci’s face splattered with jizz.
The girl underneath us rolled over and joined Traci to give the guy a double BJ. A moment later, the guy pushed the woman down and started fucking her.
Traci turned and faced me. I flipped her onto her back, and we started going at it like rabbits.
Then it happened. A young guy stepped forward and looked me dead in the eye. And I nodded. Even today, after everything else we’ve done, I still don’t know why I did it. I can’t explain it. It just felt right.
The guy smiled and knelt in front of Traci. He touched his dick to her lips.
She didn’t open her eyes. She just swallowed the whole thing.
JANIE JAMES is a former scientist with a lust for love and life. After years of toiling in laboratories and photographing crime scenes, she gave up the 9 to 5 routine to write erotic fiction. When she’s not writing, she enjoys sleeping late, overdosing on coffee, and watching online porn.