She was excited as she sat on the passenger side of his SUV. He had opened the door for her, given her a bouquet of flowers and commented on her hair. That was three points for him already. She wasn't sure which fancy restaurant he was taking her to. For once, it wasn't her making the decision. Wherever he took her, she already planned to reward him with the best sex ever on this surprise first anniversary date.
So, when he said, "Christine?" she turned to him nervously and smiled, wanting to be encouraging. She thought to herself,
Good God, this isn't a marriage proposal, is it?
"Yeah, babe?" she said.
"Tonight's the night."
"Okay."
"It's going to happen."
"Great," she said, nodding. "What?"
He looked at her from the side and grinned.
"Come on," she begged. "Tell me." When he didn't say anything, "Peter!"
He stifled laughter. "The thing we talked about."
She tried to recall the vacation she had mentioned or a gift she had wanted.
He rolled his eyes. "The thing. The group thing. The gangbang thing with my friends."
She blinked. "Wait, what?"
"Ha," he said. "That's right."
"I-I-I..." she tried to speak.
"Don't worry about it. It's covered. I got everything ready."
"We just talked about it like a, like a fantasy thing."
"You said you wanted it."
"I did. I do. But...now? Tonight?"
She started fixing her hair nervously.
"You look fine, baby," he said. "Look at you."
She had on a floral-print minidress, a ruffled one that bared her cute shoulders. She had high heels. Her black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail, with a few strands hanging on the sides, framing her freckled, dimpled face. She also had a necklace and a bracelet and a nose ring glinting sliver.
"You're beautiful," he said at a stoplight.
"I know, but the plan was for me to dress slutty. This isn't slutty."
He laughed again. "You're nervous."
"Well, wouldn't you be?"
"Don't be nervous." He shrugged. "We had a threesome before."
"Yeah, with
one
other guy."
"Still a group. This is just a different kind of group."
"What if I suck?"
"You won't. You're a beast in bed. Uncontainable. Insatiable. Nasty."
"Oh, stop," she said. She took a deep breath.
"They're clean. Ready. They know the rules. You can do this."
She nodded.
"Ooh, they're gonna fuck the behemoth out of you."
She managed to chuckle at that while touching her eyelashes.
"Carl's going to be there," he said.
"Your boss?" she said. "Great."
He nodded and looked nervous. "Accommodate him, okay." Then he looked over at her with an excited grin. "You ready?"
He reached over and grabbed her hand.
She exhaled and stared at the traffic light turning green. "Bring it on, bitches!"
Peter threw his head back and guffawed as the car peeled down the street to the hotel.
~~~~~
She knew two of them. Matt was Peter's best friend from high school, with the tattoos up to his neck and earrings. Rick, with the long hair, cute face and the superhero arms and chest, was a mutual friend of theirs.
Peter introduced her to the strangers. Tall, bearded, baldheaded Tony was a fellow musician. And quiet Carl, who didn't make eye contact with her, was Peter's boss from the accounting firm where he worked.
They all wore clean white T-shirts and fresh pairs of jeans and were all barefoot.
"Nice, nice, nice," Tony said, clapping, as Christine spun around, making her dress wave, showing off her legs.
"Beautiful," Matt said, his arms crossed, nodding to her. "Always thought so."
"On a scale of one to ten," Rick began, strolling up to her. "I give her..."
She gave him a challenging look and waited.
"A fucking twelve!"
She laughed as she gave her old friend Rick a hug.
"Hi, Big Rick," she said as his face came close to hers. She shifted nervously as he planted a kiss on her lips.
"Hey, buddy," he said, his hands sliding down her back, patting her ass.
Tony came to her other side. "Your boyfriend's fucking lucky," he said, shaking his head.
"Yes, he is," she said. She stood on her toes and gave Tony a kiss on his lips, too.
He put his hand behind her neck and held her in that kiss for a moment while she struggled to stay on her toes.
"I want one, too," Matt whined, hurrying over.
She had her hands on the chests of Rick and Tony as Matt stood in front of her. He cupped her face in his hands and dipped his tongue into her mouth. He pulled back to see her hands were on Tony's and Rick's bulging pants. He nodded at that. He gave her another kiss.
"Let's do this," Peter said, turning on music.
For a while they chatted and drank shots of whiskey and tequila and glasses of wine—until Christine started dancing to the music. The chatter began to die down as they all watched. She noticed them watching, bit her lip, raised her hands and continued swaying. She liked their encouraging smiles, their warm eyes, and the way they touched their cocks looking at her.
She closed her eyes, lifted her dress and touched herself between her legs, rubbing herself until she started to tremble. When she looked at them and saw their mouths open, she laughed and pretended she was suddenly shy.
Peter indicated for her to sit down on the couch. She continued dancing until Matt danced with her from behind, leading her to the couch.
They sat her down.
"Another round of introductions," Peter announced as the guys began to unzip and unbutton their pants.
Matt went first, bringing his cock to her mouth.
"Oh, my God," she said. She laughed a little. "Sorry, I'm not used to it this big."
Matt laughed. "It won't hurt you."
"Promise?"
She chuckled again as she pushed her hair strand away from her face and took the cock in her hand. She opened her mouth as he guided it in. She was hesitating, not opening her mouth wide enough.
"Come on," he encouraged her.
She opened her mouth a little more.
"Say, 'ah'," he said.
She said it and took another inch into her mouth until her throat made a sound.
"Yeah," Matt said, running his fingers through her hair.
She wiggled her face to get the cock comfortable in her mouth and began to suck.
Matt threw his head back and closed his eyes.
Tony was next but wanted to do the work. He held her head in place while pushing his cock in and out of her. He did it slowly at first, then ramped up the speed until she gargled. He patted her hair down and kissed her forehead.
"Good girl," he whispered to her and she kissed his cheek.
With Rick, she spent more time licking up the shaft of his cock while staring up at him. She liked how he winked at her. She liked feeling the muscles of his thighs and his abs. And when she took his familiar cock into her mouth, she cupped his balls in her hand as well. She stopped, not wanting him to cum just yet. And she returned the wink, making them both laugh a little.
Peter called over to Carl, who stood by the window and shook his head.
Peter opened his pants instead and brought his cock to Christine. She gave him a look before giving his cock a quick kiss. She gave him a brief suck before patting him away.
The others wanted a striptease.
"No," she cried out, covering her face. "I don't know how to do that," she kept saying.
"Come on," Tony said. "You were already dancing."
"You never strip and dance for the boyfriend?" Matt asked.
She made a face and shook her head.
"Strip-tease, strip-tease!" Rick started chanting and clapping, the others joining in.
With that, she jumped to her feet, undid her ponytail and started dancing again as they applauded.
"Woohoo," Matt said.
The music was getting to her. The liquor was getting to her. Rick's eyes and Tony's baritone voice were also getting to her. She swayed and touched herself. She even twerked a little to the music. She flashed them her panties before covering up again, making them holler and whistle. She slid the strap of her dress over her shoulder and teased some nipple before spinning around, making them groan. She stimulated herself while she danced. And when she finally let the dress wiggle down to the floor, the men were applauding, and she was feeling so sexy.
She showed off her jiggling breasts and her firm ass as she danced naked in her high heels. Peter danced behind her while she grinded her butt onto him. He also held her breasts and bounced them for the guys to see.
He rested his chin on her shoulder while she rolled her eyes at him. "Like these puppies, boys?" he asked the guys, slapping the breasts.
He turned her around and spanked her upside her ass twice, making the butt cheeks jiggle as well.
"And these kittens?"
He made her face them again with his arms around her waist. He looked at her from the side while she stared at the men.
"You ready to fuck, Christine?"
She nodded, taking a deep breath and rubbing her thighs together.
