[ Apologies for the poor grammar in this story, the names have been changed for obvious reasons]
Kevin and Marie Gunn really had it all. Kevin’s father before him had opened a modest security firm, working locally only. The basic cctv systems, security lighting etc..just a run of the mill operation. Kevin an only child had worked with his father after leaving university with a degree in business administration and management. Over the years he’d taken the company onto the next level, and expanded the client portfolio, first taking them from a solely Irish based company to then the UK, Europe and finally globally with going concerns in South Africa, Australia, the State’s and Brazil. The European head quarter’s where in Poland and they had offices in all the country’s they worked in. He’d recently broke into the hospitality industry and aqquired a boutique hotel in Dubai, offering fine dining and luxury accommodation in one of the fastest moving economies, so yes Kevin was indeed a success. His wife Marie was a former Miss Ireland, from a working class family, but her beauty had introduced her to lots of eligible successful men. Ordinarily Kevin knew Marie wouldn’t give him a second look, it was the life he could give her, the security and stability and a high standard of living that was the draw, not him, but the marriage worked and that was all that really mattered.
Marie loved Kevin in her own way. What ever she wanted, Kevin got it. He’d move heaven and earth for her and this wasn’t lost on her. In return she made sure that Kevin never left the bedroom hungry for more. She made sure he was satisfied on all fronts. He wouldn’t have been the most adventurous in bed, vanilla all the way, but if he wanted her on all fours she done it. He’d get a blowjob if he asked, and to be fair he’d have a slightly unusual kink where he liked her to dress up, not in the usual slutty mini skirt and fishnets, no, it was a suit thing. He’d love her to wear female power suits, tailored jackets and tight cropped trousers, she had to admit she looked well, even if she didn’t leave the bedroom and if it kept him happy then, so be it. Afterall it could’ve been worse. Cathy Cleary, a friend of the Gunns would dress up for her husband Brian, also a friend and business associate of Kevin, she confided to Marie in a school uniform. A bright blue box pleat skirt, school tie, blazer, knee high socks, the works, Jesus that’s a bit creepy Cathy said Marie, but Cathy dismissed it as harmless fun. So Marie was lucky in some respects, she kept her man happy, she knew she had to. Her once radiant beauty was in some respects starting to fade and she was accutely aware of it, and Kevin was in constant contact with bright hungry young women, women that would do anything for a slice of the high life. But she knew Kevin all to well. He wasn’t stupid like some men. He’d built a successful empire, with her, the beautiful classy intelligent wife at his side. They were both respected. While they hadn’t been blessed with a family of there own, they were devoted to each other when it came to the business. They portrayed a family, a family with morals and values, so yes, Marie was happy to a certain extent, and would never jeopardise all they worked for.
Marie had a landmark birthday this year. She was going to be fifty. What do you get a woman who has everything. It was important to get it right he thought. Usually he’d ask Aishling what she thought, she was his p.a. and very good, but not this time. Nah, he wanted something extraordinary.
Marie indeed was happy, but like most women, felt a bit unfulfilled. Jesus she was human after all, so did have time to fantasize about darker, taboo acts she craved at peak times of sexual arousal, act’s being the key word. The act of carrying out oral sex with another man as well as Kevin. She wasn’t interested in penetrative sex, no, it was oral with another man along with Kevin, it was her subby side of her character, and she’d even confessed to Kevin in the drunken throws of passion one night, surprisingly he loved it, but they never talked again.
Kevin often thought of that night, he found it super hot, his beautiful, trophy wife on her knees sucking another man off, it really was a turn on for him. That was it. That’s what he would do. Organise the scenario for real. It would have to be discreet and carried out diligently. A whiff of scandal would destroy a lifetimes work. Especially the Dubai operation, a strict conservative religious country wouldn’t look favourably on such debauchery. So it was solely down to him and him alone. It would be the perfect present.
It would be organised in a way, that it would be false names and such and somewhere they had no business dealings. Vegas was perfect, his portfolio didn’t go further west than Chicago, besides he’d only ever be in the US no more than twice a year. So Kevin started to dig online, done a bit of research and found a host of people and places only to glad to help and accommodate. So after painstakingly trawling the net for weeks, he finally found a suburban club in Vegas that catered for the rich and affluent with the promise of complete anonymity. It had the generic name of “She, her”. It was sorted. They were heading to Vegas. It would be his gift to his beautiful loyal wife.
When he broke the news to Marie over dinner on Saturday night, she couldn’t help feeling a bit underwhelmed, Vegas? Why Vegas? Neither of them gambled, nor took in the type of shows that were on offer, but she bit her lip, and enthused she couldn’t wait, when really didn’t look forward to it at all. He chuckled to himself, wait till they got there, it was going to be some experience.
So after a few short weeks, the time arrived to fly out to Vegas. A direct flight from Dublin and before they knew it, they were there. They got to there five star hotel and quickly settled in. She asked what he’d got planned for tomorrow, he replied with maybe a lazy day in the spa for both of them and a special show he’d booked online, she was intrigued, but he said it was a surprise. He’d one request, could she wear a suit he’d bought her tomorrow night, she reluctantly agreed, she preferred a nice dress, but whatever he wanted, it was only for one night, the rest of the week would be down to her and her choices. So after a thoroughly enjoyable and relaxing day, they showered and got ready for this show he talked about. She got ready and put the suit on. It was a lot cheaper than other one’s she’d wear for him. It was still quality, she could tell by the detail and stitching even though it was a smooth to touch polyester outfit, the trousers were clinging to her hips and bum, she wouldn’t be seen dead in something like this, but could understand the motivation behind it for a man. Clinging skin tight polyester trousers were sexy as fuck on a woman, then the the real silk blouse and matching jacket got her a little horny. She couldn’t wait to get home to bed Kevin and ride his cock hard.
Kevin had them driven to the club by a private company. When they pulled up and got out, he said he had something to tell her. The car drove away, and he confessed everything. How he’d organised it all. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her head was spinning, and after reassuring her no one knew anything, she agreed to go in. He kissed her and they entered the club. Grandeur and oppulance were the only words you could use to describe it. It was packed with people. They were dancing, drinking, kissing and a whole lot of caressing. Her heart was hammering. Kevin was then gestured by a young and handsome man. He reminded her of them Gucci models. They walked over to him and he led them out of the room, and down a carpeted hallway. It was decorated to a high standard, for high rollers and such she imagined. Finally they stopped at a door and he told them this was it. He left and they entered. Once they were in their, Kevin kissed her passionately, kissed her like only a husband could. He caressed her bum and thighs, fuck she felt good. He couldn’t wait to get her later on. Then with that a door opened and men entered the room, Jesus Christ there must have been eight of them. Oh my god she thought. Kevin had outdone himself. They were young and gorgeous. Every single one were could have easily cut it on the male catwalks of Milan. Chissled jaw lines, washboard abs and they were all hung. She could tell because they were in their underwear. Some wore lycra shorts, some had briefs and one, a beautiful young African American was wearing a pair of red nylon Speedos, she could see the logo. She turned to Kevin and he put his finger on her lips and simply said enjoy. He turned and moved to a corner of the room and the first man came over to her. He gently took her hand asked her was she ok to continue, she said yes, he then asked her how she wanted to play it, she grabbed his hand and moved it to her arse, he said nice ass, now why don’t you get on your knees, my cock needs sucked. Her cunt felt swollen now, engorged with vulva, throbbing for his beautiful young meat in her mouth, she dropped to her knees, Jesus he smelled divine. With that he pulled his semi hard cock out and hit her in the face with it. She groaned. Give it to me she said. I’m your oral slut she said. Damn right you are bitch. You suck on that and don’t waste a drop. She opened her mouth and received him hungrily. Fuck he exclaimed. That’s fucking nice. He turned to the others and gestured his approval. Yes baby, that’s it. You take everything I give you. Her mouth was awash with saliva and with her head and tongue action it wasn’t long before he started to groan, he asked was it alright to finish in her mouth and she just moaned in a sexual tone and with that he shouted holy fuck here it comes, she then felt the base of his cock starting to pump, he roared Jesus h Christ, don’t stop, ropes of spunk jetted down her throat, he kept firing and after a further minute he pulled out, he said he the only reason he cum so quickly was because she was hot looking. She took a sip of water and he walked away naked, wiping himself on his jocks. She beckoned the young black man over. His ebony six pack glistened, his cock was the size of nothing she’d seen before, his flimsy silky Speedos were struggling to hold it, it was least six inches soft, she bent forward and kissed it through his Speedos. She then felt his bum, she’d gladly let him fuck her, but not this time, she wanted to feed on him. Taste a hung black cock and couldn’t wait. She slid his Speedos off, and with two hands took him in him her mouth. Fuck it was massive. She worked hard on him, he spoke a few times, like saying that she liked black cock, and she was there to serve him, and before long she started to moan and groan sexually, he could feel her tongue swirling around his cock in a slobbering mess and finally clamping down on it as he shot multiple ivory ropes of spunk down her throat, a black cock was emptying itself down his throat and it felt great. After about half a minute he cleaned up, gave her a cheeky wink and made way for the next handsome thirtysomething, and handsome he was, they all were. She sucked another six men off that night. Some cum quicker than others, some cum more than others. Her face had been drenched in hot white jizz, she feasted on young hung handsome cocks, guzzling there spunk like a cum hungry whore all the while Kevin sat there, rubbing his crotch and biting his lip. Her jacket and silk blouse was a white stained mess. When she was finished, Kevin produced a new coat and they left for the hotel. Marie was no hotwife, but when she got Kevin back to the hotel she devoured him like a woman possessed. What he’d done for her was the best gift a wife could get and she wanted to repay him. That night Marie fucked him hard, she sucked him and rimmed him, Kevin never felt an orgasm like it, wave after wave enveloped his whole being as he cum inside Marie, imagining her giving unprotected, risky blowjobs in some sordid grubby alleyway to passing strangers. Yes indeed, this was a whole different and exciting side of life that intrigued him. Maybe this was the start of something totally new…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ur5k05/the_perfect_gift_for_a_wifem4f_for_the_woman_who