The sun's rays peeked through the curtains, prodding at my eyes as I attempted to ignore them for a few more precious minutes of sleep. Rolling over, I discovered my wife, April, still in bed with me and scooted over to spoon her, draping my arm around her and cupping her breast. She let out a content "Mmm" and snuggled her backside against me.

"Good morning, birthday boy," she said with a smile as she turned her head back to glance at me.

"Mmm, good morning to you, lover," I responded.

I didn't feel quite ready to wake up yet, but given that it was my birthday, I also secretly hoped for a bit of enticing morning action. So I gave her breast another gentle squeeze and then let my fingers find her nipple through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

"Isn't it a little early to be frisky?" she inquired playfully.

"It's never too early when I have a wife as sexy as you," I responded confidently.

She rolled over to face me. "Oh, is that so?" she asked, her hand finding its way down towards my growing arousal.

A soft moan escaped me as her fingers found their target. "It is indeed—and I consider myself an expert on the matter," I declared boldly.

She giggled in response. "Oh, an expert? Are you now?" she challenged teasingly. "Well, Mr. Expert, you'll just have to wait your turn. We need to get up and start preparing for the party." She punctuated her statement with authority.

"Just a quickie?" I pleaded. Nevertheless, my appeal fell on deaf ears as she climbed out of bed and strode toward the bathroom.

"Don't worry, I have something special planned for you tonight," she said before closing the door.

Technically, my birthday had been two days ago on Thursday. While we had a small celebration with the kids that evening—complete with dinner, gifts, and the latest superhero movie—we decided to have a bigger bash on Saturday with friends and family. Much to my dismay, this also meant we delayed what was usually the highlight of my year: birthday sex.

Now don’t get me wrong—we generally enjoy a fulfilling love life, so I'm not complaining. I consider myself quite fortunate: my wife is a five-foot-eight redhead with an insatiable appetite in the bedroom. For birthdays, though, we took turns making the night all about our partner. I did all the work on her special day and made sure she was utterly satisfied; for mine, she ensured I received extra special care.

With a sigh, I got up and found some clean clothes suitable for the barbecue birthday party my wife had planned for me today. Feeling somewhat mischievous, it occurred to me that perhaps joining her in the shower could spark her playful side. However, much to my disappointment—and suggesting she might have anticipated this move—I discovered the door was locked. Was I really that predictable?

Resigned, I sat on the edge of bed and idly played a game on my phone while waiting for her to finish. When she finally emerged from the bathroom swathed in a towel and headed for her closet, I stood up to go take my shower—pausing at her closet door to admire her sensuous form as she got dressed: her pert C-cup breasts; toned stomach; perfect rear end; and that little red landing strip she always maintained.

I felt like one lucky man indeed.

"You've seen me a thousand times; I will never understand how you can act so mesmerized every time," she said as she pulled a sundress over her head and down her body.

"Well, if God didn't want me to stare, he wouldn't have made you so perfect," I said, and then made my way into the bathroom for a quick shower and to freshen up.

My shower was nothing exciting, but I did take the time to give the old family jewels a fresh shave. Tonight was certain to provide them with plenty of attention after all.

***

The morning progressed without much excitement. Dips were made, burger patties were prepared, and coolers were stocked with ice and drinks. The kids, not really wanting to hang out with us old folks for the day, had both made plans to spend the night at friends' houses. That wasn't a bad thing, as it might mean we'd get to be frisky somewhere other than the bedroom tonight, I thought.

Soon the guests started arriving. There were the typical people: my parents, my brother, April's sister and her husband, and a few co-workers. Notable to this story though was the arrival of Jenny, April’s longtime BFF.

Jenny was a nice gal, and she was over rather often since she and April were basically inseparable. She always made me a little uncomfortable though because she was a bit overly flirtatious with me. Not subtle flirts but more overt ones - such as giving my butt a squeeze and calling me "a tasty treat," providing shoulder massages when I sat down, and openly hinting that if I ever left April, I should give her a call.

I had already informed April several times that these interactions made me uncomfortable, but she always reassured me that it was just Jenny's personality and there was no need to worry about it.

It was a barbecue and pool party, so naturally, everyone showed up in their swimsuits, t-shirts, and wraps for the ladies. The late May temperatures had been quite warm, making the pool especially inviting.

The party kicked off with lunch, which meant I was in charge of manning the grill. My duties mostly consisted of keeping an eye on the food, sipping beer, and chatting with my friends.

Meanwhile, April busied herself inside the house as she conversed with her guests and made sure all the drinks, dips, and side dishes were well-stocked.

Realizing we were running low on hot dogs, I called out to her, “Hey sweetie, could you bring me some more hot dogs?”

A minute or so later, I felt April's body press against my left side as she gave my left buttock a firm squeeze. “I can't wait to get a taste of someone's hot dog tonight,” she whispered seductively into my ear while setting the package of hot dogs on the counter next to the grill with her other hand.

Before she removed her hand from my butt though, another body pressed against my right side. I felt a hand grab my other buttock while Jenny's voice rang out loud enough for other party-goers to hear: “Those are some good burgers you're grilling there, but I bet this ass is even tastier.”

"I'll say he has a pretty fine ass for a man," April responded, and then they both made their way off to the pool.

Obviously, I was pretty happy that my wife thought my ass was quite fine, but how could she not be jealous of her best friend grabbing it? I know I would have been pretty jealous seeing someone else grab April's.

Soon, I had a platter of patties and hot dogs, and people had slowed down on the eating. So, I shut the grill down and joined the party, which at this time was mostly by the pool. As I approached it, I saw April's sister Leslie and her husband Dan were in the water, as well as Jenny.

Jenny called out, "Who wants to play chicken?" which elicited a couple of other couples to quickly enter the pool. "Come on, someone! I need a noble steed," Jenny called out since there were no other solo swimmers.

April took that as her cue and walked up beside me. "I say the birthday boy should do it." This led to a few cheers of encouragement from the other guests. I gave her a reproachful look, but she just shooed me towards the pool.

Reluctantly, I got in and submerged myself underwater so Jenny could climb onto my shoulders. She was wearing a tiny bikini that probably wasn't entirely appropriate for the crowd, but that was true to Jenny's style. As I came out of the water, she leaned over my head using her hands to press her breast against the side of my head. "Are you ready, noble steed?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes and approached the other couples. We were quick to take down Bob and his wife, while April's sister and her husband took down James and Jessica. Now facing off against Leslie and Dan, the two women were showboating with their threats of dominating the other.

Slowly I approached, and the girls locked arms. Dan and I held firm to our riders and tried to maintain our balance as they wrestled to knock each other off. In the end, Jenny was pushed too far backward, causing me to lose my ability to keep her upright. The result sent both of us under the water.

As I stood back up, I felt a hand squeeze my manhood through my swimsuit, and then Jenny popped up in front of me. "Too bad we lost; there might have been a reward for the winning steed," she said. With that, I excused myself from the pool.

Jenny had always been flirtatious, but this was just completely over the top.

I did my best to avoid her for the rest of the afternoon, and as evening fell, everyone made their way home, leaving April and me to clean up. As I returned to the kitchen after seeing the last guest out, April came up to me. "So birthday boy, are you ready for your last present?" she asked with a grin on her face.

"Oh, you have no idea! But we should probably clean up this mess first," I said, not wanting to be irresponsible and knowing she would appreciate my help with the cleanup.

"Not tonight. My handsome man has done enough today; now it's time for your present," she said and led me to the living room. She opened the entertainment center and pulled out a hidden box.

Then she motioned me over to the armchair in the corner. "Come sit down," she said, and I obeyed.

I removed the wrapping paper to reveal a plain white clothing box. My curiosity peaked, assuming this was likely a sexy outfit for tonight's activities. However, it felt a bit heavy for lingerie. I opened it, taking care with the box, in case it was fragile. Inside, I found three items: a black lace lingerie set, a blindfold, and what appeared to be leather bracelets with a chain between them.

Having been married for fifteen years, we always actively tried to keep our sex life fun and exciting. We had some toys we used occasionally and sometimes went to hotels for a change of scenery, among other things. However, neither of us seemed particularly interested in bondage stuff until now. This looked pretty innocent though - nothing over the top. Perhaps she wanted me to tie her up and worship her body?

She smiled at me as she saw me examining the restraints. "I thought we could try something new tonight," she suggested before approaching me. "Why don't you get out of those clothes right away?"

"Oh, right here in the living room?" I asked, to which she nodded. Sometimes when the kids were gone, we would spice things up by getting frisky in the living room or the kitchen. I hadn't ever gotten her to be daring out by the pool yet; she was too afraid the neighbors would hear something. It was on my to-do list, though.

So I stood up and removed my clothes as instructed, tossing them off to the side. She then had me sit down and took hold of one of my wrists. "So tonight, I am going to put these restraints on you, so you can't move from this chair, and then I am going to use your body however I see fit," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, I like the sound of that!" I responded.

She bound one wrist in the leather cuff and then pulled the other cuff behind the chair and grabbed my other wrist. The length was too short for me to reach comfortably without bending my arms back a bit. She made sure that I was secure and couldn't move my arms forward. Satisfied, she picked up the box containing the blindfold and lingerie. She set the blindfold in my lap. "We'll use that later," she said.

"Now you be a good boy and wait here while I go slip into something a little naughtier," she told me.

The two-piece purple bikini she was wearing with a white see-through cover-up was already pretty risqué as it was. But I was excited to see what this lacy number would look like on her.

A few minutes later, she emerged from the master bedroom and gracefully entered the living room. She was wearing a black see-through lace bra and matching garter belt set, accompanied by black lace-topped thigh-high stockings. My arousal stirred at this captivating sight.

With each seductive step into the living room, she performed a slow dance, her hands gliding sensually across her body. She paused to bend over, presenting me with an enticing view of her shapely behind before blowing me a teasing kiss. By the time she reached me, I was nearly fully erect.

She leaned toward me, her fingers delicately tracing a path down my chest and onto my thighs. Slowly turning around while holding my gaze, she lowered her derrière onto my lap. Resting her hands on the armrests for support, she moved sensuously in circles, rubbing my now fully erect length against her tantalizing curves.

"Hot damn, woman," I exclaimed, longing to give her backside a playful spank but unable to do so due to the restraints.

Settling into my lap completely, she ground her hips against my arousal and then leaned back against my chest, raising her lips up to meet mine. We shared a passionate kiss for a moment before she suddenly stood up and turned to face me.

Her eyes fixated on the blindfold resting between my leg and the arm of the chair. Picking it up with a sultry smile, she said, "Now that you've seen what you're getting, I'm going to take away your vision so you can use your imagination." With that enthralling statement, she leaned forward and secured the blindfold over my eyes.

A clap in front of my eyes startled me. "Good, I wanted to make sure you couldn't see," she said.

Deprived of sight and with her hands not touching me, I sat for a moment, wondering what would come next. Then I felt her hands on my knees as she spread my legs apart.

Her hands began to rub my thighs, sliding up the top of my legs and then down on my inner thigh. Although she avoided touching my manhood directly, the sensation was delightful all the same. Soon, I felt kisses starting at my knee and then slowly, kiss by kiss, working toward my throbbing member.

Before reaching it though, she changed to the other leg and repeated the process. While I thoroughly enjoyed this flirtatious tease, I yearned to be inside her mouth and begged her to take me in.

Instead, she playfully squeezed my shaft and gave it a gentle tug before standing and walking around to the back of the chair. I heard a bottle open that sounded like our massage oil container, and then her hands found my chest as she reached over me from behind. She slowly massaged my chest, shoulders, and upper arms with skilled precision. Thankfully, the chair had a short backrest, giving her easy access to everything above mid-chest height.

As she continued rubbing my chest deeply with ample oil, her tender lips began kissing the back of my neck. Sensing chills cascading down my spine only confirmed that not being able to see or use my hands added an unexpected layer of excitement to our erotic encounter.

After indulging in several minutes of this tantalizing routine, she moved back around to my front and began massaging my thighs. The oil enabled her hands to glide effortlessly over my skin. Remarkably silent, the absence of her usual vocalizations only added to the eroticism of our encounter.

Without warning, I felt her hand cupping my balls as she leaned forward to take me into her mouth. She started with a gentle kiss on the tip, followed by a lick. Then, she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth while her tongue swirled around its sensitive contours. My audible moan only seemed to encourage her enthusiasm as she flicked her tongue across the underside of my head.

Desperately wanting to guide her further down my shaft, I found myself restrained and forced into patient submission. She continued her deliberate dance of sucking and licking, gradually taking more of me into her warm embrace.

At last, her lips reached the base of my cock, pressing me against the back of her throat. She held me there for a few heartbeats before retreating back up to the tip. "Oh my God, that is so fucking amazing," I praised.

While one hand continued massaging my sack gently, the other started stroking my length in perfect harmony with her mouth's relentless teasing. It wasn't long before ragged breaths escaped me and I warned her that I was on the brink of release - ready to surrender to ecstasy within the warmth of her mouth.

She intensified her efforts with her hands and started sucking me more eagerly. I did my best to thrust into her mouth using my hips, but the restraints limited my motion somewhat, making me cautious not to dislocate my shoulders.

Moments later, I let out a soft scream as I released into her mouth. She took in each burst, and after releasing the last drop, she swallowed and then licked the tip to gather any remaining traces.

She stood up, and I thought I heard her sit on the couch. Throughout all this, she had not made any sound. Then I heard the hum of a magic wand followed by the sound of it pressed against an already wet pussy.

I listened for a couple of minutes without any words exchanged or movement made; all that could be heard was the vibrator against a pussy that was clearly becoming even wetter. Then the vibrator shut off, and she returned to me. Her hands began to gently caress my member. Having just emptied myself into her mouth only minutes ago, it took some effort to prepare me for another round.

Then I felt her turn around and guide herself onto my lap. Her hand reached down and directed me toward her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me, allowing me to relish in the sensation of being inside her. She gradually took in my entire length before lifting up and lowering herself back down again. Her buttocks brushed against my stomach as she maintained a leisurely pace.

She then placed her hands on the armrest, using it to help raise and lower her body. Each time she sat fully in my lap, pressing me deeply inside her. I could feel her juices dripping down my shaft and balls. I gave her encouraging moans and told her she was my sex goddess. She said nothing in return, not making a noise. This was incredible restraint from her, and I commented that if she could be this quiet, we might have to move out back to the hot tub.

After a couple of minutes, she leaned her back against my chest, her head to the side of mine, and gyrated her hips against my lap. Something felt different - maybe her weight or perhaps her body - I couldn't pinpoint it exactly, and the sensations of my cock as she moved me inside of her kept me from concentrating too much.

I could feel her wetness increasing and her muscles were gripping tightly around my cock. Knowing she was about to climax encouraged my own climax, and I urged her to reach the pinnacle with me. She increased her motions and soon I was near the point of no return. Her body clenched around me; her hot juices squirted into my lap, and I exploded inside of her. She let out a scream of ecstasy, and I immediately knew the woman in my lap was not April.

My arms jerked up involuntarily as I yelled out "What the hell?", losing the last blissful moments of my own climax.

The woman in my lap sat up as I struggled against the restraint. She walked behind me and whispered "shhh" into my ear. I recognized that voice – it was Jenny. Her hands gently caressed my chest before she removed the blindfold, revealing April sitting on the couch in front of me, slowly rubbing herself.

"Did you not enjoy your present, dear husband?" April asked as Jenny moved in front of me. Now fully exposed, her darker brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her larger D-cup breasts with dark areolas and perky nipples on display, and her cleanly shaved mound visible for me to see.

"What is this, April?" I asked angrily, trying to look around Jenny to see my wife.

April stood and walked toward me. As she did so, Jenny moved out of the way to let her stand in front of me. She climbed onto the chair facing me while reaching down to find my softened member still coated in Jenny's and my lust. Giving it a tender stroke, she locked eyes with mine.

"Tell me, dear husband," she said daringly, "did you not enjoy it when she swallowed your seed? Did you not revel in the feeling of being inside her? Did you not like it when you unleashed your desire into her tight heat?"

I sat speechless, unsure how to process this. Yes, obviously I had enjoyed it – but I had thought it was my wife. Why had she done this? Did she think I wasn't satisfied with her? That I wanted Jenny?

She stroked me a few more times, witnessing my mind racing.

"Perhaps he needs some time to think about it," Jenny said. "Maybe you and I should go enjoy ourselves on the couch for a bit." She then suggested.

"Maybe that's a good idea, I bet we can help make up his mind," April agreed as she stood up, leaving my lap.

Jenny walked over to the couch and lay down lengthwise at one end. My wife then positioned herself so she was leaning down, her face near Jenny's intimate area. "The cum dripping from you says he enjoyed it, Jenny," she said, before extending her tongue to lick the leaking fluids from Jenny's center.

Jenny let out a moan and pressed April's head into her. April obliged and began to lick Jenny's womanhood slowly and gently, all while keeping her eyes locked on mine. Then she closed her lips around Jenny's sensitive nub, prompting an arched back and a moan from Jenny.

I was furious that my wife had tricked me like this; I wanted to scream, to ask how she could betray me - us - violating the sanctity of our marriage in such a way. For some reason, I didn't. Instead, I watched as my wife eagerly stimulated Jenny's womanhood. This roused an unfamiliar desire within me.

I tried to look away, but my eyes betrayed me by staying fixated upon the scene before me.

Both women continued to moan with pleasure, frequently asking if I was ready to join them. I remained silent but couldn't tear myself away from the sight in front of me. It didn't take long for Jenny to reach another climax; her release left April's face glistening in the light.

April climbed up Jenny's body, and they kissed passionately.

When they finished, April got up and walked over to me. I tried to act angry, but the erection in my lap betrayed me. "Hmm, I think he might be ready to join the action again, Jenny," she said.

Jenny then approached and stepped beside the chair. Leaning over to bring her face to mine, she kissed me, and to my surprise, I kissed her back. While kissing me, she began to stroke my cock gently.

"You had your turn; now it's mine," April said. Jenny released our kiss, and her hand gave me one last stroke. "Oh alright, but I am not done with him either. I have waited years for this moment," Jenny said.

"I'm going to take your restraints off now, dear; be a good boy and come pleasure us women won't you?" April said.

I didn't respond, but she and Jenny each removed a cuff from my wrists.

"I think the bedroom might be more comfortable," Jenny said. Each grabbed one of my hands – April leading the way – as we headed to the bedroom.

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