BIRTHDAY VISIT By Terri
Deanna was house sitting on the coast down on Big Sur. We HAD to come visit, she said. An amazing house, you could watch sea otters from the bed, wild and private and beautiful. So we drove down Friday evening, finding the narrow, steep driveway after midnight. The only place to lay our sleeping bag in the tiny house was right next to Deanna's bed, so we piled our clothes on the floor, watching Deanna's hair spilling on her pillow, hearing her slow breathing. We slid into our bag, zipped it up, and fell asleep.
We woke to gulls calling, cuddled in a strange new place with our friend still asleep just above our heads. We kissed and petted, full of early morning turn-on. Eventually we zipped the bag open and took turns sucking and licking each other into a frenzy, all the time trying not to make a sound. It was awful and exquisite. Soon we were fucking, almost holding our breath, but we couldn't stop the soft sounds of flesh meeting or the wet smacks of penetration. Trying to be quiet was an unbearable turn-on. Our orgasms were both about 10 on the Richter scale.
After, we lay gasping on each other, still imagining Deanna hadn't heard a thing. A tiny moan came from the bed. Then we heard a hand moving rhythmically under Deanna's big down quilt, and more moans. Finally the whole bed shook for a moment or two and went still. We were sprawled on the floor, naked, the sleeping bag tangled around our feet, sweaty and fragrant from sex, not daring to move. Deanna's flushed face and tousled hair appeared over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were very bright.
"Welcome, you two," she said. Her smile lit up the whole room. Later, when my husband handed me his birthday wish this year, I was surprised. On the small note card inside the envelope, he had written, ?I want to fuck Deanna.? Deanna was one of our best friends, a petite, slender woman with perky tits and straight dark hair that hung down to her shoulders. I knew that my husband had the hots for her, and I was happy to make that wish come true for him.
One night, I went out with Deanna and by the time we got home, he was already in bed. We crept up to the bedroom and I told Deanna to take off her clothes. She stripped, showing off her creamy skin and soft nipples, and went over, kissing my husband on the mouth as he slept. He woke up instantly, and started when he saw Deanna kneeling over him, buck-naked.
"Here's your birthday wish, honey," I said, and settled down in a chair in the corner to watch. Deanna leaned down, her long hair falling around her face, and kissed my surprised and happy husband again. I could see his dick was already making a pup tent out of the sheets. He pushed her hair out of the way, caressing the soft locks before moving his hands back around to her tits. He massaged them and then lowered his head, holding them in his hands as he went from nipple to nipple, sucking hungrily until they stuck out firmly.
I had always told Deanna that my husband was a champion pussy-licker, and in no time at all she was climbing up to his face, itching to get his tongue in her twat. He was more than happy to oblige. He held her rounded ass with his big hands, rubbing the globes as she settled her pussy on his mouth.
Deanna held onto his head and rode his tongue as he ate her pussy. She was moaning wildly, her hair falling back and brushing over his stiff dick as she humped back and forth. "Eat me, eat me," she kept whispering. I could hear the sounds as he frantically munched her tight twat, and his dick was pulsing up and down like it had a mind of its own. I knew he wanted more than anything to get inside her. Deanna already knew that my husband liked to do it doggie-style, so when she had had her first orgasm from him eating her, she climbed over on all fours and wiggled her pretty ass in his face.
"Go on and fuck me with that thing," she cooed. The bed bounced and Deanna's sweet little tits shook as he quickly jumped into position, his big dick bobbing around in the air. When his cockhead brushed against her thigh, it left a string of clear pre-cum dangling between her skin and his dick. Soon he was situated and he eased his dick into Deanna's twat.
"You're so tight," he moaned, holding onto her hips as he pushed his muscle into her pussy. Deanna's eyes were closed, her lips parted as she moaned in quiet pleasure. My husband's cock is big, but he is a great lover, and I knew he was easing that tool into her slowly so she could feel every inch.
After he had teased her for a while, Deanna begged him to fuck her. He began to push harder in and out of her pussy as Deanna reached down and rubbed her clit, making herself come again. My husband was so turned on that he couldn't hold out for long, and soon he was pushing himself deep inside her twat as he came. He withdrew, panting, and lay back on the bed. I stripped off my clothes and joined them, licking his cock clean and then tasting his cum from Deanna's pussy.
"Happy Birthday," I whispered as we drifted off to sleep. I couldn't wait to tell him my wish.
Deanna was house sitting on the coast down on Big Sur. We HAD to come visit, she said. An amazing house, you could watch sea otters from the bed, wild and private and beautiful. So we drove down Friday evening, finding the narrow, steep driveway after midnight. The only place to lay our sleeping bag in the tiny house was right next to Deanna's bed, so we piled our clothes on the floor, watching Deanna's hair spilling on her pillow, hearing her slow breathing. We slid into our bag, zipped it up, and fell asleep.
We woke to gulls calling, cuddled in a strange new place with our friend still asleep just above our heads. We kissed and petted, full of early morning turn-on. Eventually we zipped the bag open and took turns sucking and licking each other into a frenzy, all the time trying not to make a sound. It was awful and exquisite. Soon we were fucking, almost holding our breath, but we couldn't stop the soft sounds of flesh meeting or the wet smacks of penetration. Trying to be quiet was an unbearable turn-on. Our orgasms were both about 10 on the Richter scale.
After, we lay gasping on each other, still imagining Deanna hadn't heard a thing. A tiny moan came from the bed. Then we heard a hand moving rhythmically under Deanna's big down quilt, and more moans. Finally the whole bed shook for a moment or two and went still. We were sprawled on the floor, naked, the sleeping bag tangled around our feet, sweaty and fragrant from sex, not daring to move. Deanna's flushed face and tousled hair appeared over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were very bright.
"Welcome, you two," she said. Her smile lit up the whole room. Later, when my husband handed me his birthday wish this year, I was surprised. On the small note card inside the envelope, he had written, ?I want to fuck Deanna.? Deanna was one of our best friends, a petite, slender woman with perky tits and straight dark hair that hung down to her shoulders. I knew that my husband had the hots for her, and I was happy to make that wish come true for him.
One night, I went out with Deanna and by the time we got home, he was already in bed. We crept up to the bedroom and I told Deanna to take off her clothes. She stripped, showing off her creamy skin and soft nipples, and went over, kissing my husband on the mouth as he slept. He woke up instantly, and started when he saw Deanna kneeling over him, buck-naked.
"Here's your birthday wish, honey," I said, and settled down in a chair in the corner to watch. Deanna leaned down, her long hair falling around her face, and kissed my surprised and happy husband again. I could see his dick was already making a pup tent out of the sheets. He pushed her hair out of the way, caressing the soft locks before moving his hands back around to her tits. He massaged them and then lowered his head, holding them in his hands as he went from nipple to nipple, sucking hungrily until they stuck out firmly.
I had always told Deanna that my husband was a champion pussy-licker, and in no time at all she was climbing up to his face, itching to get his tongue in her twat. He was more than happy to oblige. He held her rounded ass with his big hands, rubbing the globes as she settled her pussy on his mouth.
Deanna held onto his head and rode his tongue as he ate her pussy. She was moaning wildly, her hair falling back and brushing over his stiff dick as she humped back and forth. "Eat me, eat me," she kept whispering. I could hear the sounds as he frantically munched her tight twat, and his dick was pulsing up and down like it had a mind of its own. I knew he wanted more than anything to get inside her. Deanna already knew that my husband liked to do it doggie-style, so when she had had her first orgasm from him eating her, she climbed over on all fours and wiggled her pretty ass in his face.
"Go on and fuck me with that thing," she cooed. The bed bounced and Deanna's sweet little tits shook as he quickly jumped into position, his big dick bobbing around in the air. When his cockhead brushed against her thigh, it left a string of clear pre-cum dangling between her skin and his dick. Soon he was situated and he eased his dick into Deanna's twat.
"You're so tight," he moaned, holding onto her hips as he pushed his muscle into her pussy. Deanna's eyes were closed, her lips parted as she moaned in quiet pleasure. My husband's cock is big, but he is a great lover, and I knew he was easing that tool into her slowly so she could feel every inch.
After he had teased her for a while, Deanna begged him to fuck her. He began to push harder in and out of her pussy as Deanna reached down and rubbed her clit, making herself come again. My husband was so turned on that he couldn't hold out for long, and soon he was pushing himself deep inside her twat as he came. He withdrew, panting, and lay back on the bed. I stripped off my clothes and joined them, licking his cock clean and then tasting his cum from Deanna's pussy.
"Happy Birthday," I whispered as we drifted off to sleep. I couldn't wait to tell him my wish.
