Happy Birthday, Dearest Friend

Yesterday morning, I was in the bath minding my own business, as you do when you’re making your body all neat and tidy. My phone beeped. A message from you:

I’m horny again. Can’t wait to take care of you later.

Looking forward to it!

I’ll be a good boy for you 😉

You’re angling for some dick loving, aren’t you?

I wouldn’t refuse! But I really want to please you today. I can even be a bit submissive for you, if you want that. A tit sucking, clit licking servant for the queen.

Tickled by how you put that, a “bit” submissive.

Any of you reading this who are inclined to submissiveness will know of course, why a “bit” submissive tickled me so. And the thought of my man attempting to be in a submissive role and just to please me, so lovely, but it’d be like trying to push a square shape into a round hole.

As though you can be, hah.

Well, you can also have it the other way, if you prefer! I could tie you up and force the orgasm with the wand, while fucking your holes. Either works for me.

Uhhh

You dwell on it …

I will.

I’m so hard, it’s going to be another long, balls heavy day.

Yep!

Would you do the titty tease as part of the second scenario, please?

Since you asked so nicely, yes. I’ll even let you lick my dick.

A Birthday Present

And the thought of that had its usual immediate effect on my clit. I put the phone aside and let my shoulders slide down into the water, slipped a hand between my legs. Images from our encounter the night before playing through my mind, which was probably your intention.

We were on the sofa, playing Spelunky, this mindless game and we were chatting. Our buddy has a birthday coming up, and we got to talking about what we might do together with him to celebrate, next time he visits. 

Option 1: BDSM Sex Club

“We could take you to a BDSM club,” you said.

Since I wrote the Mr Muscles story, we’ve gotten more curious about this. Until now, all of our experience of being open in our relationship has been done behind closed doors. Back at the start, we did go to a swingers party, and maybe that put us off the more open group scene. It was such an unusual experience and we were both such newbies to the idea of it back then. 

But a BDSM club. I had an image of us. In my mind’s eye, I was wearing a steam-punk corset that pushed up and displayed my tits, a long skirt, a pair of fuck-me heels of course, and a collar with a lead attached. Since it’s his birthday, he would have the other end of the lead in his hand, and I would follow him around. 

We’d take in the sights, watch the shows. I’d secretly acknowledge other subs and when found out, I’d earn myself a lovely public spanking in a pillion by the bar, my long skirt hitched up to my waist, thonged ass on display to receive the spanking, which you would let him administer, happy birthday. Uhh. 

“Subtle as a brick,” you said.

But you sat back and grinning at you, I arranged myself over your knee with my ass in the air and holding me down, you spanked me soundly through my clothes.

Option 2: A Public Toilet

“We could just go to the pub, you two can slip into the bathroom there…”

I’d go into one of the stalls with him, deliberately choose the one where the toilet paper has run out. The room would be really dingy, but despite the dirty floor, I’d get down on my knees right there and blow him hard until he comes spurting down my throat. Just a non-stop relentless blow-job. And yeah, cos there’s no toilet paper, I’d swallow it all. I’d lick him clean after too. I’d wait there on my knees and ask him to send you in.

“And then it’ll be your turn,” I said.

Option 3: A Posh Hotel

You were still spanking me, skirt pulled up now and my knickers around my knees, and my ass was feeling deliciously punished. You pushed my legs wider apart and holding my back down against you, you gave my whole pussy some decent cracks too, making me moan.

“How about a hotel?” you said.

Cringing with pain and loving every second, I considered this. 

A sumptuous room with a king-size double bed, and an enormous shower, we could all three comfortably fit in. Maybe we could go to the same hotel we had our first ever threesome in, that’d be pretty special. I had flitting images of being on my knees in said shower, gazing up at the two of you, a dick in each hand, the steaming hot water splashing down over us.

You pushed me off you, loosened your jeans and got your cock out. I got naked, knelt at your feet, feeling my burning ass against my heels. I took your cock into my hands and began to wank you, slowly, licking at you around my thoughts.

I wouldn’t make either of you come in the shower, just drive you both insane with the need to come. Maybe he’d take matters into his own hands, pull me up to my feet and pin me against the shower wall, push his cock inside me and fuck me hard, right there in front of you in the shower. 

“I’d love to see that,” you said.

Or maybe I’d have my ass prepared with a butt-plug while we were showering, and we’d all dry off and head to the bed with lube. A nice bit of double-penetration, let him choose which hole he’d like to fuck of course, since it’s his birthday.

Option 4: Staying Home

I climbed on top of you, took hold of your spit slicked dick and stroked you around my pussy, covering your cock with my wetness. I slid onto you. 

You slipped my nipple from your mouth, “or we could stay in, you can be his gift.”

With your fingers playing my clit and me riding your cock, I thought about the time you let us fuck. It was so hot to be with him, knowing you were watching and enjoying the show and how you ravished me after. Oh yes please.

I was slammed hard by my climax and moaning I rode your cock through it. 

“His birthday, his choice,” you said.

Getting to my knees again, I took your dick into my hands and looked up at you, grinning.

“Well, he is visiting for the whole weekend,” I said.

I took you into my mouth then and blew you hard, relentlessly, until you came down my throat and I did swallow every last drop, and I did lick you clean after.

My phone pinged again, pulling me out of my erotically charged daze and my fingers away from their idle edging. I sat up and dried my hands.

Write it up love, let him choose. Maybe he already has ideas.

And so I do. You choose and happy birthday, dearest friend.