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Bobby's Birthday Morning
I hurried to the door, naked and practically skipping with excitement. My husband Bobby was in our bed, waiting for me with a massive erection and a ball sack just bursting with cum—two days of teasing him and not letting him finish had made sure of that. And now a deliciously sexy porn star, my dear friend Susan, was ringing the doorbell.
It was Bobby's birthday, and Susan and I had a plan to give him a truly unforgettable gift. I was finally going to be able to repay him for the glorious all-hole fucking that he had given me on our anniversary! It still made me squirm with pleasure to remember how amazingly good it had felt to be fucked by three men at a time, until cum was running in rivulets from every one of my fuckable holes.
Now it was Bobby's turn. He was going to be so happy!
I opened the front door, still nude, and hustled Susan in quickly so the neighbors wouldn't see me. She was barefoot but wearing a pale, calf-length coat. She slipped the coat off, letting it fall to the floor, and there she was, in all her glory.
She was breathtaking. Lustrous black hair framed her classically beautiful face—long dark lashes and warm brown eyes, with high cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and full, moist, almost pouty lips. Kiss me lips. Suck me lips.
And oh, her breasts! Her breasts were enormous, but perfectly shaped, swaying enticingly whenever she moved. On her petite 4' 5" frame, the pair of double-Ds were disproportionally awe inspiring. Her waist was slender, but swelled to full, broad hips and a firm, pliant, heart-shaped ass. Her soft, rose-pink pussy lips peeped out between her satin-smooth thighs, atop slender, smoothly tapering legs.
She wasn't naked, exactly—she wore some clear, opalescent gift wrap. It was tied on with two red satin bows, one under her breasts, making them stand out even more impressively, and the other tied low around her hips, half-covering her artfully shaven mound without really concealing it.
"Oh, Susan! You're so beautiful!" I gasped. "He's going to love you!"
I bit my lip. "Maybe more than me," I said quietly.
She shook her head. "Nonsense, You're the star of this show, sweetie. I know how to play a supporting role." She took me by the shoulders. "You be the dom—I'm just the submissive little fuck toy. Stay in control, and Bobby will see me as an extension of you. You call the shots, doll; I'll do anything you say. And I mean anything."
I hesitated. "I'm not normally dominant with Bobby."
"It's easier than you think. The trick is, just tell him to do what he already wants. If he's fucking me, say 'fuck her harder,' if he's in my mouth, tell him to grab my head and shove his dick down my throat. Encourage him to use me.
"Men don't fall in love with fuck toys, sweetie. Especially men like Bobby."
I swallowed and nodded, almost tearing up. Bobby might not fall in love with Susan, but I was certainly on the verge.
"The first thing he'll want is to get his hands on these," she said, cupping her breasts. "Order him to suck them—or better yet fuck them. He'll be putty in your hands after that."
"Baby?" my husband's voice called from the bedroom, "Are you coming back?"
"On my way! Your gift came!"
"Not yet," Susan whispered with a wink, "but I will! It's show time, sugar. Let's make Bobby pop."
I swept into the bedroom, my pussy tingling, and paused for a long moment in the doorway to let Bobby get a good look at my naked assets. I may not be Susan, but I'm still hot. I'm a pretty blonde, my tits are big, if not huge, I'm nice and shapely, and Bobby knows just how sweet my ass is, and how much I love to suck him.
Bobby licked his lips appreciatively. "Is this my present?" he asked, looking me up and down, sounding not at all disappointed.
"Part of it," I purred. "But there's also this." I gestured invitingly, and Susan sauntered in, her gorgeous body on display. Bobby frankly stared. He couldn't help ogling her stupendous tits.
"I got you a fuck toy!" I chirped excitedly. Bobby's gaze dropped to the ribbon tied around her hips, only partly obscuring her pink pussy lips. I could see what he wanted, so I took a deep breath and followed Susan's advice. "Unwrap it," I said firmly. "You have to open the package before you can play with the contents. Go ahead, unwrap your little fuck toy."
He hesitated, but not for long. He wasn't used to me giving orders, but these were orders he really liked.
Then the fun began.
Susan walked to the edge of the bed and presented her ripe, luscious body to my husband. He reached out and pulled both satin bows loose, letting the gift wrap flutter away, fully exposing her exquisite breasts and the thin strip of silky hair leading down to her soft, rosy labia. His cock was even more fully erect than before, bobbing against his abs above his navel—as long and hard as I've ever seen it. Now to bring him to a quick orgasm. But not too quick...
"Kneel, fuck toy," I ordered, "and suck my husband's dick while he plays with your tits."
Susan knelt meekly beside the bed, opening her lips and taking the head of Bobby's engorged manhood into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked on it, circled her tongue around and around it. "Oh, yes!" he breathed. Her perfect breasts pressed softly against his thighs and balls. He reached down and cupped one of her smooth, satiny orbs in his hand, gently squeezing it.
