Birthday Present for Wife by Robsam1991
Mr. Crick’s wife is secretly into being a cuckqueen and forced to fuck many men other than her own husband. He wishes to indulge her fantasy by playing out all her darkest desire. , When I heard the door bell rang, I jumped up from the couch with excitement. Today was my birthday and I knew my husband had prepared a present for me. He had been secretly typing away in his computer for the last two weeks when he thought I was sleeping. I tried to hack into his computer and hoped to find some revelations, only to be disappointed that his password was not the same anymore. I had been bugging him ever since but he kept his mouth zipped.
“So?” I asked cryptically when I opened the door.
“So?” he mimicked my tone and a sly smirk formed on his lips.
“Oh come on. You have to tell me what it is?” I pouted. “It’s my birthday. I deserve to know.”
He stepped through the doorway, closed the door behind him, and then pressed me up against the wall with his lips on mine. I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne as we tasted each other. My pussy quivered in excitement; the heat of arousal brewed between my legs. He pulled away and then planted a possessive kiss right on my forehead.
“Impatient little minx. You will know soon enough.” he reprimanded lightly and then gave my ass a light swat.
“It better be a good one.” I huffed.
“It will be nothing like before. I promise.” he smiled and then ushered me into our room.
We stripped each other and went into the shower. We made out a little bit before I started washing him. Once he was thoroughly shampooed, I paid a little extra attention on his cock, just a little, he did the same for me. After that, we washed ourselves clean and then changed into our dinner night outfit.
It was always the same at every special occasion. Anniversary. Valentine’s day. Christmas. His birthday. My birthday. We would go out and spend a little extra on dinner to indulge ourselves. Tonight, we planned to go to the Palace of Versailles. Not the real one in France, of course. It’s a luxurious restaurant by the same name that opened up not long ago a few blocks away from where we stayed.
“Shall we?” he held out his hand and I took it.
“Can’t you tell me already? I’m dying to know.”
“Patience, my little kitty.” he teased and I scrunched my nose at him.
He really wasn’t going to divulge what he had planned. Which made me all the more hot and bothered. The last time I had my birthday, he took me to a hotel, tied me to the balcony, and fucked me senseless over the rails. It was extremely hot and I still kind of missed the cold wind blowing through my naked body while being fucked.
And before that, he had taken me to his office during the night and made me ride his cock at the middle of the fucking meeting table. I vaguely remembered that the next day was the board meeting with the directors. It’s a kind of kink for me and he knew it since the day we dated each other. Every time I had my birthday, he would plan something kinky for me. I knew it. That’s why I was hot and bothered not knowing what’s to come.
But I couldn’t blame him for not telling. Anticipation was half the fun, after all. I had done the same to him during his last birthday. I paid an unannounced visit to him during office hour and blew his cock while he was having a webcam meeting with some investors from Japan. Granted, it was very awkward to suck a cock under the table but it was still hot as hell.He came all over my face during the final drafting of the contract with the investors.
And two years back, when the business he created was finally listed and publicly traded, I did something for him to commemorate his success. I hired Sam, an eighteen year old college student trying to earn a quick buck over Craig’s list, to double team my husband with me. I remembered how much he had liked it when the girl and I both lapped his hot throbbing cock like it was some cold summer snack. I even liked it myself watching the young girl riding my husband’s cock as if her life depended on it. There’s something hot about watching another woman enjoying my husband’s advances and I still hadn’t really got over it. It was a shame that she had a boyfriend and wished to stay faithful to him or else I would have hired her again.
Our lives had always been kinky. That’s what we loved about each other. We never let any moral obligations to get in the way of our darkest desires. We would do whatever it takes to satisfy every sexual tropes that we so desired. That’s how we showed our appreciation for one another. Call me weird but I would never want to have it any other way.
We finally reached the restaurant. My husband opened the door for me and then passed the keys to the valet. The restaurant was packed as expected. It was the weekends and it was almost impossible to get a seat here without prior bookings.
A concierge approached us as soon as we stepped into the establishment. My husband gave his name and the impeccably dressed man clicked away into his tablet. He nodded when he found my husband’s name on the list and professionally guided us to a small room that could comfortably sit four people. My husband, gentleman as ever, pulled out the chair for me before taking his seat.
He then fired off a quick succession of items, including a very fancy sounding wine, at the waiter. The waiter nodded mindfully, as if he remembered everything that had been said, and I was quite surprised that he actually caught what my husband said. I was already lost at the fifth word. The waiter, after receiving the orders, left the room.
“So, Mr. Crick. ” I licked my lips playfully while rubbing my shin against his leg. “Care to spill the secret now.”
“Why Mrs. Crick, aren’t you as impatient as ever.” he teased.
“If I blow you here, will you tell me?” I offered with a coy smile.
“I won’t tell even if you ride me.” he countered.
“Such secrecy.” I sighed.
The waiter came back in with a bottle of wine. He uncorked the bottle and poured a little into a wine glass for my husband to taste. My husband nodded and the waiter placed the bottle into a bucket of ice. As he was about to leave, I asked the waiter how long would it take for the first item to be served. He didn’t seem too happy that I had asked as he probably thought we were rushing.
“Ten minutes, madame.” he reluctantly said.
“Can you make it to fifteen minutes?” I asked and the waiter looked at me funny. “I have matter to discuss with my husband and we don’t wish to be disturbed then.”
“Very well madame.” the waiter nodded and then left the room.
“Matter to discuss?” my husband raised a brow.
“Yes. I’m just wondering if you really won’t tell me even if I blow you.” I said and then moved under the table.
“Are you testing my resilience, Mrs. Crick?” he chuckled.
“Yes I am.” I reached out to his pants and undid his zipper.
He was already rock hard when I pulled his briefs down. His cock sprang out and stood at attention. I looked at the meat in front of me. My meat. Without any hesitation, I planted a big wet kiss onto the tip of his cock. My tongue slid out and tasted the bead of pre-cum leaking out of him.