Australian Penthouse

When my wife Heather said she had a surprise for me for my birthday, I was pretty sure I knew what it was. I’d been hinting that I wanted to visit the new strip club in town, and since she’s bisexual and loves a good lap dance as much as I do, it seemed a sure thing. However, she insisted on keeping my gift a secret, so I wasn’t sure what to expect and was cer­tainly shocked when she finally unveiled her present. After a sump­tuous meal featuring all my favourite foods, she told me to go in the liv­ing room, sit in my favourite chair and keep my eyes closed.

I did as she said, but I couldn’t help peeking, and when she came to check on me, she noticed. “Okay, birthday boy, I’m going to have to blindfold you if you can’t follow in­structions,” she said, plunging me into darkness. This was getting more and more intrigu­ing—and sexy. Then I heard the door­bell ring, and once again thought I’d figured it out: she’d hired a stripper to do a very personal lap dance for me right in my own home. My wife’s a real class act, and my dick got hard thinking about a big-titted blonde rubbing herself all over me.

Well, I got something even better than a stripper! I sat there, trying to resist the urge to stroke my cock, when I sensed someone enter the room. I thought I heard a whisper, but I wasn’t sure, and then some­one was kissing me. Of course I kissed her back, even though I had a feeling the tongue entering my mouth wasn’t my wife’s. Then the mystery woman stepped closer, parting my legs and pressing herself against me. I smelled an unfamiliar, spicy perfume and felt large breasts against my chest. She broke the kiss, and I sat there, stunned and totally aroused. Then Heather came over and slipped off the blindfold. “Happy birthday, baby,” she cooed into my ear before taking my lobe between her teeth and licking it. Our special guest was her friend Connie, who I’d long flirted with in the relaxed way married people do, assuming it would never go anywhere.

Apparently, I’d been wrong, be­cause Connie had her hands up my shirt, running them along my hairy chest. When she reached my nipples and I moaned, Heather laughed. “You don’t have to be gentle with him there—or anywhere,” she said, revealing how turned on I get from nipple play. This prompted Connie to scrape her long red fingernails along my nubs, making them even harder. At the same time, she pressed her knee against my crotch. Just as I was getting into the feel of a new woman caressing my body, she stopped. I was about to protest when the two women leaned closer to me and began kissing each other. Hearing my wife’s mouth meeting her sexy friend’s sent me into overdrive.

Then Heather moved so she was also in front of me, and she tugged Connie down to the floor with her. Both of them were kneeling before me with pretty, glossy lips. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted them to keep making out so I could watch or start sucking my cock. Heather made the decision for me as she unzipped my pants. “I want to show you some­thing,” she said to Connie, almost as if I were a sex toy she was about to demonstrate. Instead of getting a show, I was becoming the show, but I didn’t mind ‘performing’ for two of the hottest women I’ve ever met.

I’ve also never been prouder of possessing a nine-inch cock as when Heather took it out to impress her friend. “And you’ve been keep­ing this dick all to yourself? That’s so selfish!” Connie admonished her as she bent down and licked the slit at the tip. “Wasn’t it, Andy?” she asked before opening her mouth and taking the head of my dick inside.

“I guess it was,” said Heather. “I’ll have to make it up to you,” she con­tinued before shifting so she could easily lift up the hem of her friend’s short skirt, pull down her underwear and finger her pussy. I had heard all about Heather’s bisexual exploits, but since we’d been together, those had just been stories. I’d watched her flirt with women, but if she had ever hooked up with one since we’d got together, I didn’t know about it. Hearing and seeing are two different things, and know­ing that my wife was finger-banging Connie as she swallowed my cock only added to my pleasure.

This went on for a few minutes, but I pushed Connie aside when she was about to make me come. “I want to save that so I can spray both of you with it,” I told her. Now, I love a good blowjob, but I felt self­ish not returning the favour, knowing there were two juicy pussies await­ing my attention. I stood up and said, “It’s my birthday, so you two should do what I want. And I think that you both need your pussies licked, and if you dare disobey, you’re going to get a spanking!” They giggled at my faux stern voice; I’m not really much of the macho master, but I was eager to taste Connie’s fresh snatch.

We walked up the stairs, which took a while because we kept paus­ing for three-way kisses. When we finally got to the bed­room, we pounced on each other, Heather and I unleashing years of long-suppressed yearnings. We each took one of Connie’s nipples in our mouths and began sucking. She squirmed and then surrendered to this double-teaming. I was seeing a new side of my wife—and I liked it.

“Okay, girls, now it’s time for my pussy dessert,” I said. Connie got on her hands and knees, sticking her arse in the air, while Heather lay on her back. I couldn’t wait to taste them, and since Connie was our guest, I tongued her first.

“Make sure you do a good job, sweetie,” said Heather. “I’ve been bragging about your skills between the sheets.” I hungrily lapped at our friend’s pussy, thrilled that I’d been the subject of such salacious gossip. Plus, Connie had done such a good job sucking me that I wanted to give her similar plea­sure in return.

I knew Heather was probably getting plenty hot and both­ered herself, so when Connie’s vagina felt like it was ready to explode, I moved on to my wife’s pussy. Because of her position, I could better bury my tongue in her hole, and I know exactly how Heather likes her pussy eaten. I moved upward to suckle her clit while shoving three fingers into her hole and curling them just so. Her cries soon filled the room, and she had one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever coaxed out of her. Clearly, being so close to her naked, horny friend was as exciting for her as it was for me. “Con­nie, do you want to taste Heather’s pussy? She’s delicious,” I said as I rose up for air.

I wasn’t prepared for Connie to scramble around and shove her head between my wife’s legs. I’d thought Connie would kiss me and taste Heather’s sweetness from my lips, but this was even better. My dick was still rock-hard, but I knew how to rectify that. “Do you want my cock, too, Connie?” I asked as I nudged it against her slippery slit.

“Oh, yes,” she said, lifting her head to speak, only to have it pushed back into place by my wife. I plunged deep inside Connie’s pussy, fucking her while she ate my wife.

“But don’t come inside her, Andy,” Heather said. “I want some of that, too.” When I was about to blow, I pulled out and the girls re­turned to their mutual cocksucking efforts, letting me blast them with my load and then licking the sticky white cream off each other’s face. Connie was the coolest birthday present I could ask for and, best of all, I’m pretty sure that we won’t be able to keep her away from our bed!

- Andy, West Ryde, NSW

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