Happy Birthday, Sara
When Sara and I travel on business, it’s always a lot of fun. There are some days, though, when I know that Sara doesn’t like to travel. Those would be around those big days of the year that are very personal and important to her.
Her daughters’ birthdays. Mother’s Day. Her husband’s birthday (What can I say? She still love the lug, even though we’re carrying on with our office affair). And, most importantly, her birthday.
So, when we got the word that we had to travel the week of her birthday, I could tell she was bummed. I knew she was going to be sad being away from her daughters, but we were going to have to make the best of a situation. Over lunch one day, I encouraged her to do something with the girls so they could have some together time before the trip. The suggestion she went for was a spa day, where she would bring her daughters to get their nails done, eat some tasty snacks and play at the pool.
While she planned that day, I started working on how I was going to make our trip a little extra special – and spicy – to help take her mind off what was she was missing back home. First thing I did was line up some flowers for delivery Sara’s hotel room and plan for a dinner at a highly-rated restaurant.
While this was a good start, it was not going to be spicy enough to satisfy her needs. After thinking about this for a while, I had an idea. I went on the web and searched for a swinger’s club in the city we were traveling to, and posted to the members on their conversation boards. I was looking for a guy who might be interested in joining us for a night of dinner, drinks and maybe a little something else if the mood was right.
At first, my post didn’t get a lot of traction, but once I put up a picture of Sara online, the guys started sending in their photos. For the next week, I played the game ‘hot or not?’ with Sara, sending her photos of the guys who replied. She was confused at first, but became more intrigued as I sent her the photos. “Hot or not?” I would ask for each, and after about a dozen photos or so, I asked her if there was anyone who stood out.
“That one guy with the sandy hair – Joe – he definitely did something for me,” she said. “But, why are you asking? What do you have planned?”
“Let’s just say I’m thinking about our trip,” I assured her. I could understand why Sara said he stood out. In his early 30s, Joe was athletic and handsome – looking like a stereotypical All-American honor student turned young professional. His broad face had striking features and his deep blue eyes made you wonder if he ever posed for a fashion magazine.
Once she picked Joe, I e-mailed him to ask if he was free that night to help me show Sara a good time. He enthusiastically took me up on the offer, and we worked out the arrangements. Through our conversations and from remarks made to the post, Joe gets a lot of attention in the swinger’s scene in his home town, and he is always up for a new adventure with an out of town couple. In fact, one couple who had been with Joe while they were on vacation even e-mailed me to tell me that the guy was a real spark plug, and the wife raved about casino siteleri his performance.
That was all I needed to change our reservations at the restaurant from two people to three, and I made sure to book a limo to pick us up at the hotel. I wanted this to be a night she would remember.
When the time came for our trip, it was difficult for me to keep our plans secret. It was all I could do to not blurt out what I had lined up, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. It turns out that no matter how much porn I watch, my favorite person to watch have sex is Sara, and I couldn’t wait to see her in action again. All during the flight, I would sneak a squeeze of her hand or wink at her. She smiled each time, and turned back to her work, adjusting her glasses.
After traveling all day, we checked in at the hotel and I got one heck of a hug from her when she saw the flowers I had sent to her room. “Thank you for remembering my birthday,” she squealed with delight
“Hey, the night’s still young,” I told Sara. “You had better get ready for dinner. We have reservations, and we don’t want to be late.”
Sara ducked into the shower and after a long while, came out dressed casually, with a sheer blouse layered over a white tank top and some classy looking capris. The heels she wore accentuated the curves of her beautiful ass, and I wanted to have her right then, but I knew I had to wait for what was to come.
I escorted her down to the lobby, and we started toward the exit. “Are you going to call a cab for us?”
“It’s not really a cab,” I said, my voice trailing off as we walked out into the evening where a stretch black limousine was waiting. The driver held a sign with Sara’s name on it, smiling as I motioned to the driver that we were there.
Sara smiled and grabbed my arm in delight. “This is great! I haven’t been in a limo since my wedding day.” The driver opened the door for us, and I took Sara’s hand and guided her into the limo, when she paused, then turned to face me.
“Surprise,” I said. “I’d like to introduce you to Joe.”
He sat in the back seat, a drink in his hand. “Hello, Sara,” he said. “I hear it’s your birthday. Ken asked me to join you two for dinner tonight, if that’s OK with you.”
Sara stepped into the limo and extended her hand to Joe as she turned to me. “Oh, now I know why you were playing that game.” She turned back to Joe. “Hello, I’m Sara, and yes, I am the birthday girl.” I hopped into the backwards facing seat and the driver shut the door behind me.
“Now, Sara, I there’s no pressure for anything to happen tonight,” I started. “But, I do know that you had a great time with two guys before, and I was wondering if you might be up for a little something – special – to help celebrate your birthday.”
Sara turned to Joe, ran her hand over his muscular arm and said, “Well, let’s see what happens after dinner.”
We went to the restaurant – a trendy Asian fusion place – and the meal and experience lived up to the online reviews. The wine was flowing, and the sexual tension between Sara and Joe was building by the minute. canlı casino Throughout the dinner, he complimented her on the shape of her full lips, her flowing blonde hair and her sparkling blue eyes, and she couldn’t help but notice the stubble on his strong jaw and broad shoulders. Her grin was electric, and there were several times during the dinner when she blushed, holding both Joe’s and my hand at the same time.
At the end of the meal, the wait staff came out with a birthday cake for Sara and sang for her. Joe leaned in toward her and I could hear him whisper, “Make a wish, and be sure it’s a good one.” She grinned, put her lips together and blew out the candles.
The smile on her face told me exactly what she had wished for, and Sara kicked the flirting into overdrive when she dipped her finger into some of the whipped cream on the cake and slowly licked it off – first looking at me, then back to Joe. With that, I got the waiter’s attention, paid the bill and headed back to the limo for the trip to the hotel.
Once Sara and Joe were back in the limo, I slipped the driver an extra $100 and asked him to take us on a tour of the city to show us all of the sights that the tourists couldn’t miss. While I had no intention of staring out the window, this bought us a lot of time for what was to come.
By the time I got back into the limo and the driver shut the door, Sara and Joe were kissing passionately. She couldn’t keep her hands off of his shoulders, and he ran his hands down her waist to her curvy hips. While I have seen Sara kiss other men before, the sight never fails to make my heart race and my breathing quicken. I made sure the divider between us and the driver was up, and watched the action unfold.
It wasn’t long before Joe had taken Sara’s sheer blouse off and was running his strong hands over her full breasts. Sara had one hand on his chest, and was rubbing the other one over the prominent bulge in Joe’s pants. They were into the mood, and I couldn’t wait to join in.
I moved across the floor of the limo toward Sara, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, kissing up her thighs to her red panties. I could tell by just rubbing my nose over her pussy that she was soaking wet and ready for what was to come. I slid her panties off, cupping her ass with my hands while gently licking her swollen pussy lips.
As she moaned, I looked up to see what was going on. Sara had already unbuttoned Joe’s pants and was running her tongue over his hard cock. Joe leaned back, caressing her hair as she licked him from the tip of his head down to his balls. Joe was moaning, thrusting his cock into her face to get more stimulation.
I turned my attention back to licking her wet pussy, gently parting her lips and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her muffled moans told me that she had his cock in her mouth and she wasn’t going to stop until he came. I ran my hands up her stomach and cupped her tits in my hands. Her hard nipples are always so sensitive, so pinching them between my fingers was driving her mad with passion. She moved one hand behind my head and pulled me in deeper to keep kaçak casino licking while she sucked Joe off.
While this was a turn on, it was getting a little uncomfortable being bent the way we were. Sara took Joe out of her mouth and told him to sit on the bench seat. She got on her knees on the floor of the limo, looked over her shoulder at me and begged me to fuck her. I took off my pants, freeing my throbbing cock and knelt behind her. Tracing the head of my cock against her pussy, she purred. “Oh, yeah, that feels so good, Ken. Put it in me.”
As I slid my hard cock inside her, she took Joe’s throbbing cock back into her mouth. In the flash of the streetlights that broke the dark of the limo, I could see Joe lean his head back, one hand on the back of her head as I thrust into her from behind. Her pussy was squeezing me so tightly, and she was timing these squeezes as she sucked Joe. I ran my hands across her gorgeous ass as I fucked her from behind, and she loved every second of it.
After a few minutes of this, Joe told Sara to stop and told her he wanted us to try something different. He instructed me to stretch out across the back seat of the limo, and he asked Sara to get on top of me and slide onto my cock. She climbed on top of me with her beautiful tits in my face, straddled me and slid down my shaft all the way. Before she could start fucking me, Joe got up behind her and whispered in her ear that he was going to enter her ass.
Sara’s eyes got big around at first, but Joe reassured her that everything was going to be OK, and that she should just relax. Slowly at first, Joe pushed his spit lubricated cock into Sara’s ass. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily as he slid in, and she let out a deep, guttural moan of pleasure. “Oh, FUCK ME!” she begged. “That feels so good!”
At first, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to handle a double penetration scenario like this, but Sara’s reaction was so over the top, I couldn’t help but get more turned on. She was an animal, pushing her face into my chest and screaming with each movement Joe or I made. It took some time to get into a rhythm, but once we did, I could feel Sara getting closer and closer to an orgasm. She grabbed my shoulders and shuddered as she moaned, her pussy pulsing with each wave of pleasure crashing over her.
This was too much for me, and with her ample tits and hard nipples in my face, I could feel my orgasm coming on fast. Just a few more thrusts, and I shot my cum deep in her wet pussy, adding my own sounds to the mix.
Sara begged Joe to come out of her ass, and he did back up. She pulled off of my cock and hungrily took Joe into her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. Joe threw his head back and just as he started to cum, Sara pulled him out of her mouth, and his cum squirted all over her sweaty tits and hard nipples.
The three of us collapsed onto our seats, spent as the limo continued on its trip. We finally had that chance to look out the window and see some of the sights. While we were looking, Sara turned to me, gave me a kiss and asked, “So, is there a time limit on my present tonight?”
“No, babe. This is all for you.”
Sara smiled, turned to Joe, and asked, “If it’s OK with you, do want to join us up in the room for some more fun?”
Joe smiled. “Sara, your birthday only comes once a year. Let’s make it memorable.”