My 40th birthday was a couple of months away. I didn't really care too much about it—I only felt old because I was supposed to. In any case, I wasn't thinking much about it because I was preoccupied with my wife's 40th two weeks later. I wanted to surprise her with something special, but since we both work so much, neither of us has much in the way of hobbies. After some discussion we decided to plan a trip, just the two of us, to somewhere warm with beaches and umbrella drinks, and that was the end of birthday talk, which made me pretty happy.
When my 40th rolled around, my wife surprised me with an arrangement for our daughter to be at a sleepover. She took me out to a quiet, fantastic dinner, plied me with some rare bourbon, and reminded me why I love her so much. She wore her standard slinky black dress, and at one point made me aware she wasn't wearing underwear. I found it difficult, especially after bourbon, to forget this, and my dick kept standing up and sitting back down all night. She surprised me further by stopping me next to the car in the somewhat empty parking garage as we were leaving, dropping to her knees, looking both ways, and then fishing my cock out of my slacks. After a few strokes she took me into her mouth and sucked me furiously, bobbing her head back and forth. I was shocked to see her doing this in public. She's quite reserved, though game in bed. I was overwhelmed by her fantastic mouth and the adrenaline rush of being in public, and I knew I would come soon if she kept it up. Just as I thought I would be feeding her a sixth course, she pulled away and stood up. My cock was still standing hard as stone in the cool night air, and she pressed her crotch into it as she put her mouth to mine, kissing me hard. I could taste my cock on her lips. "Let's get home." She purred, as she opened my door and pushed me into the passenger seat.
She drove us back home, every now and then reaching over and stroking my erection, which I had not put away. After the garage door closed, she took me by the cock and led me upstairs to the bedroom. I wasted no time undressing, but she lit a candle on the dresser first, and then unzipped her dress and hung it up. She kept her strapless bra on, which I thought was odd. I took her by the shoulder and turned her to me, taking her in my arms and kissing her, pressing her silky breasts and hot skin against me. She pushed me back towards the bed and down on to it, on my back. Somehow the comforter had already been removed. Once I was on my back, she straddled me and slid her pussy to my face. I rose to meet her and began exploring her with my tongue. She leaned forward over my head and moaned as I licked and probed her. Her straddling me was for more than her pleasure, though, as she secured my wrists at the corners of the bed with the Velcro harnesses we keep under the bed for occasional bondage play. She likes to be tied down, but was reversing our roles for the first time. She turned around to secure my legs and I rose up to keep licking her—first her pussy and then up along her cleft to her ass. She shuddered when my tongue touched her anus but quickly pulled away to finish her job. My legs were secured, but quite free to move around. I wasn't going anywhere, but wasn't glued to the mattress, either. Next she slid a soft blindfold over my eyes and then sat down next to me. She took my shaft in her hand and languidly stroked it.
"You're not as good as you think you are at clearing your document history from the computer." She began. "I found your story folder."
I quickly grew queasy. I had been writing porn stories for myself for a long time, and I had told her some of them while we were making love, and she really enjoyed them. But I hadn't told her everything. I hadn't told her of some of my wildest, most secret fantasies. Over the years we had begun to share our fantasies with each other, of course I was more willing to share than she was, but still—they had the desired effect, usually. And I had grown more comfortable in 17 years of marriage and had told her things I didn't think I would ever have told anyone. Some of these confessions led to searing hot sex, and new frontiers had opened for us. I discovered that my demure, professional wife likes to be tied up and whipped, and she learned that her schoolteacher husband likes to get on his knees and suck her strap-on dildo before she fucks his ass with it. But just as I am sure she has fantasies she is afraid to tell (and she has implied this herself), I've got a few in the vault that I hadn't planned on disclosing. But I wrote stories about them. In fact, some of them involved her. But some did not.
"There's quite some variety in there. You seem to like gang bangs, as I read the two stories you wrote about me. In case you're worried, I was originally offended, but actually decided I would probably have done a lot of those things under the right circumstances." Her hand slid gently up and down my cock, which was painfully swollen. "The stories about you, though, were, um, interesting."
I decided she was referring to a pair of stories I had written about being gangbanged by several men. I'm definitely heterosexual. I love my wife and don't generally find men attractive nor do I find myself thinking about men romantically the way I do women. But I'm very interested in gay sex, and not only would love to try it, I have had some wicked orgasms imagining it, often with a dildo up my ass and my cock pointing at my face, shooting my load into my mouth and painting my face and chest with my come. My cock grew even harder, though I couldn't imagine how.
"I decided that I knew what to get you for your big birthday this year. I talked to some people and found several friends of friends of students, gay and bi men, who found the idea of screwing a straight man, a virgin, interesting. So I asked a couple of them to come over tonight and, um, indulge you. Their names aren't real, but you can call them TJ, David, and Paul. I'm going to sit over in the chair and watch." Her hand left my cock and the bed shifted as she stood and left. But soon I felt two new weights deposit themselves on the mattress, one to my right near my head, and the other between my legs.
I was certainly surprised by stubbly skin rubbing against my inner thigh. Moreso by the stubbly chin against my balls which was followed by a hot, wet mouth engulfing my rigid cock. My cock had never been in this mouth before—my wife was the only one who had ever given me a blowjob. Besides, this mouth was nothing like hers: strong, muscular lips locked around my tool and slid up and down my shaft. A rough, firm tongue swabbed my balls and swirled around the head. And it sucked—oh, did it suck—as a thick thumb and forefinger encircled my shaft and pumped up and down in sync with the intake. I was being blown by a strange man while my wife watched. The only reason I didn't come right there was because I knew that I might get my own chance at cocksucking later and didn't want to lose my nerve.
That time came quicker than I thought it might. I felt heat near my face where the other weight had dropped, and soon I felt the source: a long, thin, searing hot cock slid across my cheek. Its owner gripped it and dragged it up and down my face, sliding it over my nose and around and across my lips. I made kissing motions as it passed my mouth the first time and stuck my tongue out the second. Apparently this was what its owner was looking for. The cock hovered above my mouth as I tried to lick it, and soon it slid down my tongue and entered my waiting mouth. I couldn't believe it—a real live cock! I had fantasized about sucking one for so long. My stomach convulsed as if I had been punched; I was so overwhelmed. This had the added effect of pushing my mouth forward and soon it was halfway into my mouth, the head past my teeth. I tried to give it the respect it deserved but I couldn't with my hands tied and lying on my back, blindfolded. Its owner saw my troubles and helped me by gently fucking my mouth as I lay there. It was great, but I wanted something more.
The mouth on my cock slid up and off, and a voice I didn't recognize spoke up. "You know, the thing with a gang bang is that the person being banged doesn't really get to decide what to do. You should just lie there and the three of us should use you as we see fit."
I said nothing. I was secretly in favor of this. My fantasy was to be completely owned by these men; to have them do to me what they wanted and to make me do what they wanted done. But there was no way I wanted to admit this in front of my wife. Of course, she had already read my stories, one of which had me tied up and roughly fucked by four men. So what was there to lose, really? My dignity, I guess.
