[[MFF] Hubby’s Birthday Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/user/ZealousRenegade/comments/wikpkx/mff_hubbys_birthday_part_2/)
The walk back to the room after dinner was torturous. Hubby having control of both of our lushes, had it turned up to the max. NV and I spent the majority of the elevator ride up to the room in a squatting position and trying to catch our breath, desperately trying to silence our moans. Thankfully, by some stroke of luck, no one else got on the elevator to see her and I suffering from our quickly building orgasms. Still, Hubby hadn’t made it clear what he intended on doing to us, as I was reminded of my mistake the more I clenched the headband that was now in my hand. It was up to NV now to not lose hers, but that would be significantly harder to do, especially if Hubby decided to cheat the system.
It wasn’t until we got to our floor, stepped out of the elevator and were on the approach to our room at a slow, staggering pace that hubby cashed in his winnings. The hallway was clear, and Hubby had ordered us both to get naked and walk back to the room. We did as he requested, pulling off our cocktail dresses and handing them to him. The smile on his face told me he loved this, and the walk to the room wasn’t terrible as NV and I jokingly held hands, but when we got to the room door, hubby didn’t put the key in. Instead, we were given the actual task. He’d only open the door once we both came, right there in the hallway. There was nowhere for us to hide, nowhere we could run with the room being at the end of the hall. Meanwhile, our lushes were vibing out of control that chasing an orgasm wouldn’t be terribly hard; the adrenaline rush of getting caught made things significantly more “fun” as well.
Pushing NV against the wall opposite the door, my lips immediately locked with hers; our hands groped each other tits, teasing the nipples in the process, then grinding against one another’s thighs. We were going fast. I could feel her clit dragging on my skin, and mine was throbbing as I matched her movement. Hubby watched from behind us, as the first minute passed, then the second. Not a soul entered the hallway, and I was on the brink of my orgasm. Nipping at NV’s lips, I stopped entirely as I came, but she was still chasing hers. It wasn’t until the third minute that things got interesting. There was a ding down the hallway that came from the elevator. We could hear the elevator door opening seconds later, and the fear of getting caught quickly set in. I wasn’t thinking and grabbed NV, using my adrenaline to lift her and rush her to the room door, which at the same time ended up with her finally reaching her orgasm.
Her panted breaths filled my ear as I practically had her over my shoulder, racing past hubby back into the room until the door could close behind us. We dodged one bullet but were unsuspectedly hit with another. Looking at NV, her headband had fallen off and was likely still in the hallway. Hubby didn’t wait to capitalize on it as he made his next request. A naughty 2-on-1 strip club fantasy. He sat down in that lone chair that every hotel room has while NV and I grabbed our contrasting lingerie, slipped them on, then covered them with our dresses before cueing up our stripping mix. Starting with the song “Good Girls Go Bad” before walking out and doing our best to be sexy.
NV and I grinded against each other or grinded ourselves on Hubby’s legs simultaneously before we took off each other’s dresses and threw them over to him, leaving us in our lace lingerie. Doing slut drops back to back, we never broke eye contact with him as we switched between giving him our best lap dances while the other left hickeys on his neck or made out with him. He was in total euphoria, and as the song was reaching its end, we started removing his clothes. We began with unbuttoning his shirt with me between his legs, starting at the bottom, while NV stood behind him and undid the top ones. Then came the pants, I got his belt undone, and once NV joined me between his legs, we each grabbed a leg and pulled them off, bringing his underwear almost all the way off in the process. Although our eyes were trained on the fact, he was at full mast, with the tip already shining from some precum.
At this point, the first song ended, and the shuffle gods followed it up with “Blurred Lines.” Not the most energizing music, but NV and I stupidly dance to it all the time, so we gave Hubby a sillier kind of strip tease. NV and I were mouthing the words as we stripped off our remaining clothes. She started taking off my black lace bra, while in return, she rocked her hips as I pulled down her white lace body suit to her stomach, exposing her tits. Going back to sloppily making out, our saliva dripped onto our breasts and gave them a nice shine. From there, I was the first to drop down, kissing my way to NV’s stomach where the fabric was and began pulling it the rest of the way. Leaving a trail of red lipstick down the middle of her body until placing my final kiss on her southern lips, causing her to whimper slightly. She was dripping, and it didn’t help that I flicked her clit with my tongue. Then it was her turn, and she mimicked my actions quite well as my thong found its way to my ankles, and I playfully kicked it off toward hubby.
Finally, the three of us were naked once more. Hubby’s cock was twitching with excitement, and NV and I had glistening thighs. “Shut Up and Dance” took over our speaker in the background. At the same time, NV and I crawled like the naughty cat girls we were to hubby before we both started dragging our tongues up and down his shafts, kissing each other every time we got to his tip before sliding our way back down to the base. After a few passes, his shaft was covered in our lipstick, as I was the first to engulf him, and NV crawled onto his lap and started making out with him. The two of them were really getting into it, but being a naughty tease, once pulling my head off his drool-covered cock, I lined up NV’s glistening hole, and as she sat back, Hubby filled her making a moan erupt from her lungs. She didn’t miss a beat, though, as she started bouncing on him and testing the sturdiness of the chair in the process. While she did this, I massaged Hubby’s balls and moved to the side of the chair so I could watch and make eye contact with him, saying things like, “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”
It wasn’t until after the chair made an ominous crack that things shifted, and Hubby started carryfucking NV against the window. However, as soon as her back made contact with the cold glass, she burst again. Twice in one day, she squirted and squirted hard. She practically ejected Hubby’s cock out of her while leaving quite a bit of love juice flowing down the window. Immediately after that, it was obvious that she was drained as she laid her head down on Hubby’s shoulder like a little kid, and he carried her to the bed that we intended to sleep on. Surprisingly once her orgasm settled, she was out like a light. Leaving only me and him awake, completely naked, and both of us hungry for each other.
It’s hard to say who was wilder at that moment, but we practically charged one another. In a sudden blur of movements, I found myself wrapping my legs around Hubby and biting his lip while his fingers teased my booty hole, and his hands squeezed my ass so I didn’t fall. Yet it was the eye contact that really drove me wild. That dominant look was again in his eyes, the same one he had the day he claimed me, and it was about to happen again. No holds barred, no stopping, just our bodies pressed together while I did my best to worship this man on his birthday and be the best present he could ask for. Running purely on lust-charged ecstasy, I’m pretty sure I was pressed against or placed on every surface in that hotel room while having my brains fucked out that I admittedly lost track of my orgasms, but Hubby was yet to have his.
I was desperate at this point to make him cum, before my cumdrunkenness consumed my ability to think rationally. We were in missionary, my legs over his shoulders, as he piledrived me into the mattress when he asked me, “Who do you belong to” to which I answer as always, “You, Daddy, I love you so fucking much, fill my with your cummies please” I begged while playing into his daddy kink. This seemed enough to trigger the finale of our sexcapade as he made his final order, “Get on your knees, so I can cover your face like a good girl.” Rushing to do as he said, I could see his climax building as I playfully licked his tip while smiling up at him, when suddenly NV, out of nowhere, takes her spot beside me just as he burst, covering both our faces, and getting some in our hair, but all rational thought was gone from my head at this point, as I started licking NV’s face clean after the last rope hit. NV did the same until we were cumswapping with each other, then each took a portion to swallow. Once our mouths were empty and we showed Hubby, NV looked at me and said, “You didn’t think I’d miss the grand finale, did you?” We both laughed, only for me to find out later that she watched us for longer than she had actually slept.
Anyway, none of us had the energy after that, but NV and I still had cum in our hair, and our faces were glazed with a mix of leftover cum and saliva. Getting to our feet wasn’t going to happen, so Hubby carried NV and I to the bathroom and placed us on the counter before starting the shower. As it warmed up, the three of us did what we call a “triangle kiss” where all our lips press together, and can I just say it’s so fucking hot when a guy doesn’t even flinch when he kisses you and your lips still have faded remnants of cum on them. From there, we crashed pretty hard; I was extremely cumdrunk that my memory is hazy after the moment we got in the shower. Aside from remembering Hubby giving me a scalp massage while trying to get the cum out of my hair. Then the rest of the weekend was filled with just some casual sex and cute bonding time with each other, and some non-naughty adventures. Except the ride home had a couple naughty stops but nothing as memorable or worth sharing as this. Although it’s gonna be hard to one-up this next year, but planning may have already started.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wnmmg8/mff_hubbys_birthday_part_3