My Fiance’s Birthday Surprise Pt. 2 (Oral, Anal, Public, Long) [FM]

~The Backstory~

I’ve been with my fiance for four years. He and I are incredibly sexually compatible and this year, I decided to surprise him with a secret trip to New Orleans complete with a night out to an expensive dinner, gambling at the casino, and a night of anal play at our Air BNB ;) Since we’ve been together for a good while, I had to really try to outdo last year’s birthday surprise that I had for him. I decided to buy a sexy lace bra and crotchless panty set that included a matching garter belt with clasps, lace stockings, anal lube, and a three set of butt plugs especially for the occasion. This is part 2 of the story of how I made SEVERAL of my man’s fantasies come true in just one night. *Link to part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0dezt/my_fiances_birthday_surprise_pt_1_oral_anal_long/

~Dinner~

The sensation of the butt plug inside of me as we drove over bumps and potholes in the Garden District made me gasp silently in the back seat of the cab. My fiance could feel my energy. He squeezed my hand and leaned close to me, “How are you feeling?”

Goosebumps spread across my arms as I tried not to moan, “Amazing, invincible,” I whispered in his ear, “horny”. He grasped the inside of my thigh and squeezed. I parted my knees just enough to remind him that I was his any time he wanted. His face became serious and lustful. I kissed him as the car came to a halt in front of the restaurant.
The door opened and the doorman held his hand out to help me out of the car. My fiance walked around to my side and held out his elbow for me to take. We walked into the parlor of the restaurant and were greeted by an enthusiastic host and hostess.

We checked in with them and they graciously led us up the grand stair to the second floor dinning room. I had made the reservation months in advance, and had requested a more private table near a window. Of course, I explained that it was my fiance’s birthday and they did NOT disappoint! The table was COVERED in colorful, curled ribbons, two party hats, and mardi gras beads. I couldn’t even see the top of the table!

We sat at the table in the far corner of the room and before I could even settle into my chair, the waiter walked up and greeted us with a “Ah, at last! My birthday party is here!” He was funny, and made us feel right at home. He took our cocktail orders and left us to look over the menu. I was so happy to see my fiance’s face beaming as he tried to decide between two of his favorite dishes. I sat back in my chair, and just watched him for a while. I think he is just the handsomest man. I could feel the butt plug resting deep inside of me as I gently shifted in my seat, giving me the most amazing sensations. I could easily let him fuck me right there on that table.

After our meal was ordered and our second round of cocktails arrived, I raised my glass to my fiance and said a small toast. We clinked our glasses together and sipped at our drinks. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table, allowing my breasts to gently spill out ever-so slightly in the keyhole front of my dress. My fiance noticed immediately and reveled in the view. He put his hand on top of mine and gently stroked my wrist. “Mmmm. You look amazing.”

“I did it just for you, baby.” His beautiful lips curled in a delighted grin. He toyed with my engagement ring on my finger, “I can’t wait to take you home tonight.”

“Well, you’ll have to be patient; the night is young.”

“You know I’m not a patient man,” he said with a cocked brow.

“I know… maybe there’s something I can do to ease your hunger a little,” I said with a grin.

“Mmmm. Maybe. What did you have in mind?”

“No, baby,” I said softly, “This is YOUR night. You are calling the shots right now, remember?”

“Really?” His breath began to quicken a little as he leaned forward in his chair, “Anything I want?”

“Anything you want, my love.”

“Very well,” he relaxed and leaned back in his chair, “spread your legs.” My eyes widened with intrigue. Oh my god, what was he going to do to me? Right there? Right then? I could hardly contain my enthusiasm as I looked over my shoulder.

I was seated facing away from the rest of the dinning room. I watched as the other tables (mostly older couples or small groups of friends) chatted happily over their meals. Everyone was dressed elegantly (it’s a very nice and expensive restaurant). I could tell that no one was noticing as my knees began to slowly part, making my already VERY short dress slide high to the tops of my thighs. The long, white tablecloth and the neatly folded napkin on my lap concealed my bare, moist pussy as I sat there, exposed and unsure of what to do next.

“Okay…” I said quietly. “Now what?”

My fiance grinned, but his eyes stayed serious as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. He unlocked it and selected the video camera setting. Then, he slowly slid the phone under the table so that he could get a front-row view of my waiting body. I heard the soft ‘ping’ of the video camera beginning to record. I could hear the buzz of the normal, care-free diners behind me. They had no idea how much sexual tension was pulsing between us. They had no idea how wet I was becoming at the thought of doing something very erotic in the presence of so many- and yet without raising any suspicion. My vagina pulsated with a sudden thirst for this new-found power.

“Now play with it.”

“What?” I could hardly contain myself as I began to lean back in my chair.

“I said. Play. With. It.”

My eyes narrowed and my coy smile returned as I allowed my right hand to fall into my lap… and under my napkin. I took my time as I gently rubbed the inside of my thigh, tugged at the napkin, and traced my fingers over the soft, bare skin just above my clit.

His eyes locked onto mine. He subtly mouthed the words “play with it” to me. I slid my index finger over my very wet pussy, spreading the moisture all over my clit. My fingers began to go to work, slipping in an out of my vag and moving rhythmically over my clit.

I was quiet and very still above the table top, but below I was quick and busy. I tried not to moan or bite my lip as I looked deep into my fiance’s eyes. He watched me with a serious look, allowed his eyes to scan the room for a quick second, then returned to me again.

“Have I told you how much I love you, recently?”

“Not recently,” I answered in almost a whisper. I could feel the butt plug shifting inside of me as my vagina gently convulsed with every wave of arousal.

“I love everything about you,” he continued. Suddenly he leaned forward, as if to tell me a secret, “I love that pretty little pussy of yours,” he said in a rough whisper. “I love it when I come home to you playing with yourself on the bed, waiting for me. I love spreading those long, sexy legs of yours when I fuck the shit out of you. I love playing with that tight little asshole of yours with my tongue. I love your long, beautiful hair- especially when I pull it. I love your huge, gorgeous tits. I can’t wait to slap and tease them when we get home.”

My legs were spread wide, limp and burning with desire. My fingers drummed rapidly at my clit as he whispered the sweetest, dirtiest things to me. I felt filthy, yet sensual. Exposed, yet secretive. Submissive, yet powerful. I could feel the waves of stimulation crashing against me faster and faster. If I kept this up much longer, I wasn’t going to last- and I know he could tell.

“I love watching your face as you try not to cum,” he was smiling that devilish smile again. “I love kissing those lips as I feel your pussy tighten on my dick.” Oh my god, my legs were on FIRE. I could feel my body begin to tense as I rocked back and forth ever-so slightly in my chair, making the butt plug plunge deeper into me. “You are so fucking hot, baby. I can’t wait to…” I watched him watch something from the corner of his eye. I pulled my hand back out on top of my napkin, and straightened up in my chair.

Suddenly, from behind me, our waiter arrived with our meals. We applauded the beautiful presentation and thanked him. He topped off our waters and left us to enjoy our dinner.

My fiance smiled as he cut up his steak. “You’re such a good girl,” he said, “I can’t wait to reward you after dinner.”
We spent the rest of the night chatting as happily as any other couple in the restaurant. Dinner was delicious, and sooo worth the trip to Nola. I paid the bill and we quickly walked out of the parlor and out into the black, humid night. The doorman offered to call us a cab but we declined, saying we were going to “walk home”.

As we rounded the corner, losing sight of the restaurant. We were suddenly hidden in the darkness between the tall, concrete wall of a deserted cemetery, and a huge, looming tree. The residential homes across the street stood tall with only small slivers of light shining between closed curtains. The sounds of distant traffic and cable cars were all that we could hear besides our heavy breathing.

Suddenly, without warning, my fiance scooped me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He pinned me against the concrete wall and twisted his tongue around mine, making me pant with lust and greed. I clutched at his shoulders, and thrust my pelvis up and down, grinding on the huge bulge in his pants. Oh fuck, I wanted him so bad. His hands reached around to my bare ass, inevitably exposed when I hooked my legs around him. He fingered at the butt plug, pushing it deep into me. I could hardly hold back. I was so turned on, I felt like I was going to explode. Our breathing and grinding was so hot and heavy we could hardly hear the sound of a dog collar jingling up the sidewalk, coming directly towards us.

I dropped down to my feet and quickly adjusted my dress. A middle-aged man and a little white dog emerged from the darkness a few yards away. The little dog trotted right past us, and the man gave us a smug, knowing grin as he passed us. My fiance and I returned the grin, and watched as he was nearing the corner of the street. I don’t even think my fiance waited until the man was out of sight before he spun me around and dropped to his knees. He pushed me forward so my ass was exposed and the butt plug was visible. He gently pushed it deeper into me, making me moan again. “Are you sure we can’t just go straight home? We can always go gambling tomorrow.”
“We won’t have time tomorrow, my love. We can only do brunch, then we have to head back.”
“Ugh. You’re right. FUCK. I want you so fucking bad, Claire.”

“I’m all yours, baby. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“I plan to.” He stood up, and fixed my dress. He opened his phone and hailed an Uber, with our destination set for his favorite casino near the French Quarter.

~The Uber Ride~

As the map showed our Uber coming close to our location, my fiance pulled a $100 bill out of his wallet. He handed it to me and said “You know what to do.” I nodded, and stood in front of him, ready to waive down our driver (a young man named Matt).

The small SUV turned the corner, and coasted towards us. I stood out on the edge of the sidewalk and waved. The uber pulled up beside me and rolled the passenger window down.

“Hi,” I said cheerfully, “Are you Matt?” I leaned forward, letting my breasts spill out over the edge of the open window.

“Ummm, yeah,” he said excitedly.

I flashed the $100 bill at him, and asked casually, “Did your ride from [fiance’s name] not show up?” I leaned inside a little bit, I could feel the tops of my nipples slipping out of my dress as I did.

Matt blinked a couple times. He looked from my chest, to my fiance (who was now hugging me from behind), to the $100 in my hand. “No, he didn’t show up,” he said with a wide smile. He quickly pressed a couple of buttons on his smart phone, then invited us to get in. We hopped into the back of the car, and my fiance leaned forward, shook Matt’s hand and graciously thanked him for his discretion.

“To the casino then?” Matt asked.

“Yes please,” I answered. “The 20 minute route.”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered enthusiastically.

“Do you have a dash cam, Matt?” asked my fiance.

“Yes sir, I do. I’ll turn it off.”

“Thank you. But if you’d like, there’s no need to readjust your rearview mirror.”

“Yes sir.” We pulled away from the sidewalk and began our drive to the casino.

I jumped up on my fiance’s lap in a heart beat. I straddled him, and rubbed my moist clit all over the front of his pants. I clutched the top of the seat and breathed heavily as he pulled my dress up to my waist.

We kissed passionately. I wanted so badly to tear his shirt off, but I resisted. I wasn’t going to cave that easily. His fingers drifted down to the front of my pussy and fingered clumsily at my clit as I tried not to moan. The bright lights of the main streets heading out towards downtown New Orleans illuminated the car too much for it to feel private anymore. My fiance nudged me off of him and pointed to the seat beneath me and said “lay down”. I obliged. I sat with the back of my neck resting against the door, and spread my legs so they rested against the back of the center seat, and the middle console that sat between me and our Uber driver. “Good girl,” he whispered.

My fiance leaned forward, kissing the inside of my thigh. His lips grazed my belly button, the lips just above my vagina, and finally my clit. I was panting as his tongue began to mercilessly flick in and out, up and down. I clutched the back of the driver’s seat. I couldn’t hear a peep from Matt but I know he was watching. I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth, under his face, whispering, “Oh baby. You’re so good to me…”

“You’re my good girl,” he whispered into my vulva. “You’re my good, sweet slut.”

“That’s right, baby.”

“Mmmm I’m gunna tease the shit out of your clit tonight.”

“Please do, baby. I want it.”

“How bad?”

“Sooo bad, baby. Oh my god.” He looked up, and out to the front of the car. “How close are we to the casino?”

“About 5 minutes. Should I take a detour?”

He looked down at me, legs wide open, pussy glistening, tits spilling out. He looked deeply into my eyes. It looked like he was trying to decide something. “No. Five minutes is plenty…”

~The Casino~

My clit felt hot, and hard. After five straight minutes of him slowly caressing my vulva with his tongue, it felt like anything, ANYTHING, could make me scream-orgasm. And yet, I was the image of tight-dress-wearing composure. We walked into the casino and made a bee line for the roulette tables. We found a spot and ordered our favorite drinks; I watched as he cheerily converted $500 into two stacks of chips, one for me, one for him. We took our time there, making safe bets with the occasional risky one. Every time I had to reach across the table to retrieve my chips, I could feel eyes all over my chest or the back of my dress, trying to take a good look at me. I could the prideful glow coming from my fiance’s smug grin as he wrapped his arm around my waist, and his hand squeezed my ass. He LOVES to show me off when we are in the casino.

After about an hour at the roulette table, we collected our winnings at the cashier desk. My fiancé was anxious to play hold em. When we arrived to the poker room, we found a table with two open seats. I’m not too experienced in hold em so my plan was to play until I lost. I’m no match to the regulars.

I played for about an hour. In that time, I couldn’t help but notice how often I was being stared at. My fiancé noticed too. The men at the table were actually quite fun, striking up polite conversation. Of course, I told them it was his birthday, to which they jokingly replied, “Are you the present?” They were funny guys.

When I finally lost the last of my chips I pushed my seat back. “Well that’s it for me, boys. I’m off to the bar.” I leaned down to kiss my fiancé goodbye. The men all complained saying he should go and I should stay. I laughed and said “I’ll only stay if I get to sit in his lap”. They all oooohed and awwwwed at my brazen comment. I leaned down again, this time swinging my hips so that my ass gently grazed the top of his pants, and kissed him again. “Good luck, baby. Don’t take too long.”

My fiancé whispered to me, “You should go take some pictures of yourself while I finish up here.” I nodded in agreement, then I walked away to the sound of their hooting and hollering playfully. I knew exactly where I needed to go.

I headed straight to the women’s restroom. I lingered in the powder room area that was covered in mirrors on three of the four walls. A small group of women were fixing themselves up in the mirrors. I stood in the corner, slowly touching up my lipstick, waiting for them to leave. When they finally left the room, I quickly unclasped the choker-like top of my dress, thus causing the entire top-half of my dress to fall down just below my waist. I stood there, topless, and posing in several suggestive and slightly raunchy poses.

My fiance likes when we get risky in public places. I made sure to take some especially pornographic photos of me lifting the front of my dress, exposing my vagina. I also made sure to bend over the counter, allowing my butt plug to shimmer from just below the bottom of my dress. The entire process didn’t take more than 4 or 5 minutes. I could hear a loud group of women walking into the bathroom. I quickly scooped the top of my dress back up around my neck, and acted as if I was just readjusting it. It’s almost funny how easy it was. I walked out of the bathroom, chose my favorite photos, then sent them to my fiance, ready for my next set of instructions.

I then walked over to the bar, found a seat, and ordered a vodka cranberry. I figured it would take a while for him to answer since he does not use his phone at the poker table. I was wrong. I got a text back almost immediately saying, “Where are you?”

In less than two minutes, his eager hands were on my shoulders.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered in my ear.

“But you’ve hardly gambled! Don’t you want to get your fill?” I asked.

“The only one getting their fill tonight is you,” his eyes were serious but his smile was amused. He looked like a cat toying with a mouse. I could feel goosebumps flood me as I took a big sip of my vodka cranberry. His hands ran down my back and wrapped around my waist.

“Let’s go, baby. You said whatever I want, whenever I want it.”

“You’re the boss.” I finished my drink, stood up, and headed for the exit.

Tune in on Friday for Part 3 to find out how the drive home and epic conclusion to the greatest night of my fiance’s life went ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2uvu0/my_fiances_birthday_surprise_pt_2_oral_anal