A birthday experience [MF] [T]

A little while ago it was my fortieth birthday. My wife told me she had a night planned in the city. With the kids at a not altogether spontaneous sleep over we packed an overnight bag (and an assortment of vibrators I noted) and drove into the motel. We checked in rather late, perhaps 5pm, and while the hotel staff took our bag upstairs we headed to the bar for a drink. She ordered a cocktail while I opted for whisky on ice. It had been a busy start to the year, my work was largely from home, hers at the local university (research not teaching staff) was still open for non-class activities. There was a so much more to a University than classes it’s easy to forget.

We had a meal in the restaurant, fish for her (a nice, light option I was relieved to find – although why I would doubt we were having copious amounts of sex this evening I don’t know). I went with the lamb. She ordered the wine and directed the waiter for a top up.
You don’t need to ply me with alcohol I said.
“Maybe it’s not for you..”
I stare at her. Why? What’s up?
“Not a what. A who”

That got my attention.
“I’m not oblivious to your desires. Your secrets. Eccentricities. Perversions”
Even after so long together you like to think you still have a private core. A small piece of you tucked away that you never, ever, share with your partner. A part of you that feels dark. Detached. You barely acknowledge it yourself. Sometimes this voice talks inside your head. Oh my wife, my soul mate you have no idea…

But of course I don’t say that. I just look at her quizzically.
“Tonight is about letting go” she finishes her wine and I leave it at that. We have never had other partners – in all our years it’s only been us. We were each other’s first and despite the typical male fantasy I was happy for her to be the last.

In the elevator she takes my hand.
“This is a one time only. It’s not an eye opener, it’s not a new beginning. After tonight things have to go back to how they have always been.”
I understand I tell her. And I do. We haven’t been about pushing each other’s sexual boundaries – we have always pushed each other professionally. Intellectually. Scholastically.

She kisses me as the elevator doors open. We are a lot of floors up. Must be a nice room. At the door she pulls a card out of her purse and kisses me.
“No questions. just let it happen.”

In my mind a tiny puzzle piece falls. Her words. My secrets. My perversions. Not a what. A who. My mind does maths. It can’t help it. I give it 80% chance it’s a woman. 19% a man. That leaves 1%. My secrets. My perversions… it’s like two puzzle pieces out of thousands click together. Not enough to tell you anything.

She pushes open the door and we go down a short corridor before the room opens up. I don’t see the room. Couldn’t even tell you the colour of the carpet. On the bed was a girl. I couldn’t say woman. She couldn’t have been much more than half our age. Softly Asian features. Probably half
Korean at a guess. Long blonde straight hair. She reclined on the bed, had obviously just hid her phone. A short black skirt. White blouse. Tight. Buttons almost popping. Stockings. Her face is flawless. Body nothing short of perfect. Long. Lithe.

What? I start to talk but my wife starts kissing me from the side.
“Shh. No questions now.”
She undresses me and pushes me onto the bed.
“This is Ashley” she says, kissing me before turning my face to hers. Her perfume is intoxicating. My wife kisses my ear and face as Ashley bends in and kisses me. Her mouth is soft. Her tongue sensual. But… it feels like another puzzle piece floats down slowly. A couple out of thousands. My wife starts plucking at Ashley’s buttons. Her perfect breasts are in a half cup bra. I kiss down and the girl shivers. My wife’s fingers dance over my manhood. Ashley’s breasts are firm. Nipples hard and erect. But there is something about them. Another puzzle piece. My wife moves down my body and takes me in her mouth. Ashley sits up on her knees and finishes unbuttoning her blouse and drops it.

I run my hand down her side. Feel her ass. It’s a seriously perfect ass. She is wearing a g string and is watching my wife take me in her mouth.

I trace her g string around her waist. My heart is pounding in my head.

I have a flashback to my early teens. My best friend is sleeping over. I can’t help my self. My heart was pounding then as it is now. I reach inside his boxers while he is asleep on the floor next to my bed. He wakes up and demands I take my hand from his pants. We never ever talk of it again.

I know your secrets.

Then I remember randomly some comedian who had a skit about not liking 100% of the vaginas he had come across but had only played with one penis (his own) and loved it – so statistically…

Then I think about my parents and their casual racism and homophobia. Their ideals never sat well with me.

Then high school. Calling someone gay or fag was the worst insult. But they were words I never uttered.

My heart feels like it is going to explode. I feel it pounding in my ears. My eyes. My fingers finally touch Ashley there. Suddenly 997 puzzle pieces drop perfectly into place.

I know your perversions.

Let go.

I rub her shaft through the fabric. Her penis is pointing up, against her belly but hardening between my fingers. She undoes her skirt and it falls away. Somewhere in the last few minutes my wife stopped using her mouth and is now straddling me. Guiding me into her opening and sinking down. Her fingers reach for Ashley’s g string and pulls it to the side. Freeing her erection. My wife strokes it with her fingernails before guiding my hand onto it. I wrap my hands around Ashley’s penis. I know how to do this. How to work with this. I grip softly. Not tight. And rub back and forth. Ashley moans. I move a little faster. My heart is still pounding but not painfully. My wife rocks back and forth. Head back. Her breasts thrust out. I slow down giving Ashley a hand job and hold my hand still. Letting her trust and control the rhythm. I know exactly what she is feeling. The pleasure builds and you slow down. Back away.

In for a penny in for a pound. I turn my head and kiss the tip of Ashley’s penis. I open my mouth.

“Oh fuck” my wife shudders with an orgasm. When she stops shaking she moves to one side of the bed and gently pushes Ashley down to my dick. I let her move and do the same. Getting comfortable. Pulling Ashley into a 69. I have a terribly strong gag reflex but I try my best. Focusing on the tip. A weird part of me observes that I am larger and thicker than Ashley. That still seems important for some stupid reason.

My hands run all over Ashley’s ass. It’s so fucking perfect I more than get lost in the moment. Rubbing and squeezing.

“That’s so fucking hot” I hear my wife’s muffled voice. I become aware the bed is shaking. She must be furiously rubbing her clit. Watching us.

After minutes? Tens of minutes she whispers.

“I need you inside me.”

Ashley gets off me and I notice she hasn’t spoken a word. I don’t know if that’s important. My wife pulls me over her and kisses me. I slide inside her, deeply and stop. My wife’s fingers trace down my back, my sides. My ass. She pulls at my ass cheeks.

I feel Ashley’s fingers on my ass. Stroking down to my testicles and back up. Over. I tense up.
“Let go” my wife whispers. My tension was purely reflex. Not revulsion.
I relax and my wife kisses me. Positive affirmation.
I feel Ashley’s wet, slick fingers at my opening. Coating me. Pushing in slightly. My wife pulls my ass again. Holding it open. Holding it ready.

Ashley pushes at my opening, opening me. My wife has used strap-ons on me. This is no different.

It’s very fucking different.

I tighten up. Ashley gasps. I feel guilty that I might of hurt her. My wife rubs my shoulders. My neck.
“Let go”
I relax into her shoulder. I feel her hands come away from my skin. I assume she is motioning to Ashley. I feel Ashley push firmer. Past the boarderline. I moan. What else can I do. I freeze up but it’s not in reaction to what we are doing. It’s a genuine dilemma. If I pull out of my wife I impale myself on Ashley. If I push into my wife I feel the glorious folds of her pussy around me. If I move back and forth the pleasure will overcome me.

I do nothing. Ashley seems to take this as a sign to take control. Her nails dig into my hips. She starts to thrust softly. I’m not sure that’s what I wanted. Now I feel her tip prodding inside me while my length moves in and out of my wife. I am moaning uncontrollably.

Seconds. Minutes? Hours. No certainly nothing like that. I groan. Ashley is moaning. My wife is moaning. Moving together.
I don’t want to cum. I don’t want this to stop. I think of Ashley. Beautiful creature. She is entitled to her pleasure. As is my wife. If I cum does this stop? It doesn’t seem fair to potentially let down two people.
I cum quietly. Shuddering into my wife’s shoulder.
“That’s it. Cum darling. Fill me with your cum”. Ashley stops. I turn my head. Finish. I whisper hoarsely.
She starts thrusting again. Moaning. Slightly faster. Slightly harder. I don’t move. My dick is still buried to the hilt in my wife and with every thrust from Ashley my dick presses harder into my wife.

I hope it stops soon. Not because of Ashley. I feel my erection softening. I don’t want to disappoint.

A few thrusts later and my wife starts to tighten. To clench up. This is going to be one of her unusually strong orgasms. She moans and calls out all manor of obscenities before screaming hoarsely. I have collapsed on her and I feel Ashley slipping out. I reflexively tighten up but force myself to relax. I assume she goes to the bathroom.

I collapse next to my wife. Spent.
Ashley comes out of the bathroom and sits on the edge of the bed. I put my hand on her thigh and she covers it with hers.

How did this happen? I ask.
“I did my PhD at the university. Your wife helped me with statistics. We became friends. We’ve been having coffee on and off for months. She told me your birthday was coming up and she wanted to do something unforgettable. I joked about a threesome and she said what? Are you offering?”
I doubt it’s that simple. I said.
“I always suspected that she suspected. You know. About me. I dropped a lot of hints and I know she picked up on them but it never changed our relationship. Our friendship.”
She almost teared up.
I asked her what it was like for her growing up. If she had always known.
“I have always known. Dad left when I was young. I don’t think it had anything to do with me. Mom tried to resist it. Until I was into my teens then she came around. Even bought me top surgery for my graduation.”
I asked if she was gay, straight or bi. Or whatever that could mean for a trans.
“I consider myself straight. I’m attracted to men.”
I gesture at the room. Implying what we had done.
“I’m open to new experiences. What about you? Are you bi?”
No. I couldn’t have done that with a man. You are definitely a woman to me.
“With a penis”
I’m open to new experiences.

We made small talk for hours, my wife opened a bottle of wine from the minibar. Ashley retreated to a chair next to the bed.
“Well I guess it’s bed time for me” the young girl said. I must of made a face. “There is a second bedroom.”
Would you like to stay.
She bit her lip and nodded.
Would you like me to hold you?
“I would like that very much” she confessed.
I rolled over and she curled up, back pressing into my chest. My wife spooned me from behind, snuggling close for warmth.

In the morning I dozed and rubbed at the nubile body before me. She moaned and I fully woke. It was not my wife but I couldn’t help myself. I languidly rubbed her breasts. Played with her nipples. She pushes her perfect tight ass against me. Whatever reservations I might of had were washed away. She had put panties on but I pushed my hand inside. Wanting. She reached behind and rubbed me. Squeezing me. Making me hard. Rubbing me on her ass. My wife must of had a shower. She returned to the room and sat on the chair. Watching is. Staring at me masturbating Ashley. She went and retrieved a vibrator from the bag and sat back on the chair. Legs draped over the arms.

I kiss down Ashley’s back, rolling her onto her front. I pull her panties off. I rub my face in her ass. Kissing and tongueing. I sit up and push her top thigh forwards. My wife comes up behind me. Kissing my neck. She reaches around and rubs lubricant over my cock. I push Ashley’s cheeks apart and put my tip to her opening. I push. Slowly. Steadily. My wife lays on the bed next to Ashley and starts to fuck herself with her vibrator. I start sliding back and forth, with each thrust Ashley cries out. I guess that really is an Asian thing. I want to do more for her. I reposition. Kneeling between her legs and pushing them back. She holds her knees and I push back in. She cries out again. I start thrusting but this time I start to give her a hand job at the same time. It doesn’t take long. Perhaps a dozen more thrusts and pumps and she shudders, her climax washing over her. Cum dribbling out and everywhere.

I wasn’t close and I didn’t want to pound away at Ashley. She was too small. Too dainty for that. My wife had very strict hygiene rules. I went into the bathroom and lathered up my erection in the sink and washed thoroughly. When I returned I put my wife into the same position, legs pushed up and back, I sunk into her sopping wet pussy.

Ashley rolled towards us and tentatively fondled my wife’s breasts but it wasn’t really her thing. She watched me though, her eyes half lidded. I looked at my wife. Her breasts jiggling back and forth.
She is moaning obscenities again.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh god fucking pound me” and I oblige. I moan. I tell her I am going to cum.
“Cum in me. Cum in me” she moans and I tense up. Pumping deep within her. She climaxes as well, I can feel her pussy rippling around me.

Ashley gets up and goes to have a shower. When she is in there I say I need one as well. My wife says I should go and join her. I enter the bathroom and join Ashley in the shower. She washes my body and I return the favour. It feels wrong. Of everything we’d done this simple moment feels intimate. Feels wrong. She starts to wash her hair and I take my leave.

My wife has packed. Dressed. We leave. She tells me Ashley is staying another night. She had stayed the previous night as well. My wife is nothing if not cautious. In the car home she asks if I will write this encounter up. I chuckle. Probably not. “You should. But not your short vignettes. Details. Particularly what you were thinking. What you were feeling.”

I guess.

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