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\n\n

The Birthday Gift

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It was his fortieth birthday, and I\nhad decided that it was to be a memorable one. Paul and I had been married for\nfive years. He was ten years older than me. So, I was twenty when I married\nhim. Already at thirty, he had this salt and pepper hair that makes women look\nunkempt but makes men look sophisticated and dangerous. So he was, I was later\nto find out. Sophisticated in his tastes, from food or drink, nothing was too\nforeign, strange or disgusting for him not to try. With him, I developed a\ntaste for exotic foods, frog legs, escargots, and monk fish liver. You name it,\nthe more potent the flavor, the more he craved it; and with him, so did I.

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His taste for liquor was just as\neclectic as his food choices. Not just the single malt Scotch or small batch\nBourbon that the cognoscenti rave about. He had Absinthe brought over from\nSlovakia, Raki from Turkey, and a particularly favored Grappa-like drink from\nsome place in Spain.

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I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska, as\nMiddle America as apple pie and biscuits. That may have been what attracted me,\nat twenty, to this man, so much my senior. He entered my life like a tornado,\nsweeping everything before him. Soon, I found myself skiing double diamond\nterrain, shooting white water rapids, and diving in the open ocean; all things\nI had never even thought of doing. We got engaged at 120 ft of depth, in the\ngreat wall of Little Cayman. I was so surprised I almost dropped the ring, and\nthat would have been a disaster, since the bottom of the ocean is about three\nthousand feet deep at that point! I have followed Paul ever since, and never\nregretted it for a second.

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Now, after five years of marriage, I\ndecided I shall give him a gift to remember. I changed a lot from the wide eyed\ningénue from Omaha in these years, but one thing, until now, did not change. I\nnever accepted his, shall I say temptations? In the matter of sex I remained\nthe proper conservative American girl. Of course we had oral sex, but aside of\nthat; the kinkiest thing we ever did was to do it in the kitchen. And I knew,\nand know, that he wanted more. He keeps a large collection of erotica, in his\nlibrary. Although locked, these books, tapes and art, has always been available\nto me; even though I did not avail myself of them until recently. Then I\nrealized how much I was withholding from him, and for the first time became\nafraid, afraid that he would find someone who would give him what I would not.

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Fast forward to the present. I found\na willing accomplice in Sakura, a Japanese beauty that frequented our country\nclub. She was twenty five; we often played golf or skied with her. I do not\nbelieve Paul knew the effect he had on her, or if he knew, he never acted on\nit. Me, on the other hand, I knew. It was obvious to me that the oriental\nbeauty was besotted with Paul. She was always respectful, always polite and\nproper, but I could not fail to detect her blushing, her breathing becoming\nfaster when he approached her. If he talked to her, and touched her arm, she\nalways would seek support from the back of a chair, table or other piece of\nfurniture, her knees would weaken so.

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I approached Sakura one evening,\nabout three weeks before his birthday. Paul was traveling that day and, it\nbeing the middle of the week, the lounge at the club was relatively empty; some\nwomen played cards at a table, and a couple of older, retired guys played\nchess. Sakura had been playing tennis, and was looking around the bar for\nsomeone to share a drink with, so as soon as she saw me, she approached me,\nsmiling.

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“Hi, Sakura” I greeted her “Care to\ndrink something?”

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“Hi, Lola” She answered, ‘Of course”

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We sat at one of the couches, near\nthe fireplace, far from the other people. We ordered Margaritas. We made small\ntalk for a while, until the second Margarita. Then, as inhibitions began to\nloosen, thanks to Jose Cuervo, I made my move:

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“Have you had sex with Paul?” I asked\nnonchalantly between sips.

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“Of course not!” She answered angrily\n“What makes you think so?”

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“Relax my dear” I said stroking her\nhand. “I know you like him. Don’t you?”

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The tequila was having its desired\neffect. I had eaten a burger before coming to the club, but Sakura just had two\nMargaritas on an empty stomach. She answered truthfully.

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“You can’t blame me for that. He is\ngorgeous” She paused for the briefest moment “But I’ve never…”

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“I know, I know” I said soothingly “But\nyou would, if things were…different” It was not a question.

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She did not deny it.

\n\n

“I have an idea I need your help\nwith” I continued.

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* * *

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On his birthday, I took Paul to his\nfavorite seafood haunt. A swanky place, known for its seafood and steaks and\none of the few places in town where you could still smoke a cigar after dinner,\nin their cigar room; this was the one place in town where you could go for\ndinner in a tuxedo and cocktail dress, and not call attention to yourself. He\nalways looks so handsome in his tux. I wore a crimson silk number, with a tight\nbodice and a flaring skirt that showed off my legs and feet, enhanced by the\nManolo Blahnik sandals.

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He wanted to have steak for dinner,\nas he usually did here, but I told him I had made other arrangements for us,\nand he understood that sex was in the forecast, so he did not complain about\nthe food choices.

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If he had his way, and ate a\nporterhouse, he would fall in bed like a pole axed ox, so, no meat today.

\n\n

We ate Mikimoto oysters on the half\nshell, steamed artichokes with a balsamic dip and grilled salmon and steamed\nBok Choy with a soy ginger sauce. To drink, we had Perrier Jouet cuvee Belle Epoque.\nHe also got me hooked on that one.

\n\n

After dinner, he looked at the cigar\nroom, an eyebrow slightly raised, interrogating. I smiled and said:

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“At home”

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When we arrived home, the house was dark;\nI led him to the bedroom, lit only by a night light, and sat him in his\nfavorite leather chair, facing the bed. He was about to question me but I\ntouched his lips with my finger.

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“Hush” I said. I led his hand to the\ntable at his right. In it a crystal bucket held ice cubes, and a large glass\nrang crisply as I touched it lightly with my crimson fingernails. I gave him\nhis cigar, a Montecristo #2 that I had previously cut for him and lit a match\nfor him to light it. In the light of the match, I saw amazement and wonder in\nhis eyes.

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I pushed him back into the chair, kissed\nhim and said:

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“Wait”

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Then I disappeared into the bathroom.\nI rapidly changed into a black bustier, that matched the black hose and garter\nbelt I was wearing, but that, hidden under the skirt, he could not have\nnoticed. I entered the bedroom, and as I approached the king sized, four poster\nbed, flicked a remote control that turned on three spotlights on the bed\nleaving the rest of the bedroom in relative darkness.

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In the bed, silently, Sakura, dressed\nin a white lace bra from La Perla, matching white thong, garter belt and hose,\nturned towards me and extended her arms to meet mine. I heard his sharp intake\nof breath.

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Sakura and I hugged, and I kissed her\ndeeply on her lips. My tongue entered her, exploring, as she did the same with\nme. I felt my moisture, my need arise, and straddled her thigh, rubbing myself\nagainst her stockinged skin. She did likewise, and I could smell her arousal,\nsimilar, yet so different from my own. We rolled on the bed, touching, probing\neach other. I never had a lesbian experience before, but it came naturally to\nme; it felt as if I was making love to myself. My bustier came off as Sakura\nsought out my breasts, larger than hers, and kissed them, and bit on them. In\nmy excitement, I could only hug her closer to me, while trying, furiously to\nhump her thigh.

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I heard not a word from my husband,\nwho, in the relative darkness of the room, could be seen only as a dark shape,\nsunk in his chair.

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Sakura now pinched my nipples, until\nthey were standing up, erect, sensitive. She took the right one on her mouth\nand sucked on it, viciously, then bit hard on it, until I squealed in pain. She\nmoved behind me, taking my arms behind my back, and holding them crossed at the\nwrist. I knelt now on the bed, my knees wide open, facing the dark shape that\nwas my husband. I could see the plume of blue cigar smoke, exhaled, and smell\nthe strong aroma, before it was sucked out of the room by the silent\nventilation system. She threw me on my side, still holding my hands, and ripped\noff my garter belt and hose. She used one of the stockings to bind my hands. I\nheard the tinkle of ice, on my husband’s chair.

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She rips off my panties, and I am\nleft nude, hands bound behind my back, knees wide open on the bed, ankles\ncrossed, my neatly trimmed pubic hair, another novelty for Paul, pointing to my\nwide open pussy. I can feel the cool air in my moist lips. I can smell myself.\nSakura is as excited as I am. Her skin glistens in the spotlights with a patina\nof sweat. She throws me on my back and straddles my face. She pulls her white\nthong to a side and smothers me with her sopping wet pussy. I smell her musk,\nand lick at her clit, my nose deeply inserted in her hot wet hole. She gushes\nmore, under my attentions, and I notice the flow of moisture dripping out of my\nown. I am embarrassed for a moment, to be doing this, wide open, in front of\nPaul, perfectly lit by the spotlights, my pussy gushing, and dripping on the\ndark red bed sheets. After only a short time, Sakura rides my nose to the first\nof many orgasms that evening.

\n\n

She stopped to catch her breath, but\nonly for a moment, for I am given no respite. She turned me, facing down on the\nbed, my panties inserted deep in my mouth, and tied in place with my garter\nbelt. She tied my hands together to the headboard, and my ankles, separately to\nthe posts at the foot of the bed. My ankles were tied with my stockings. I can\nsee that my hands are tied with a wide red silk ribbon.

\n\n

I saw, on the mirror on the side wall\nSakura approaching Paul, a riding crop in her hand. She offered it to him,\nsilently; he waved her off. She then She moved to my right, and I cannot see\nher anymore.

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The swish of the crop, cutting\nthrough the air warned me, a fraction of a second before a line of fire planted\nitself on my ass. I tried to scream through my gag, but only a muted howl came\nout. And the crop fell, again and again, until my ass was on fire, and I had no\nstrength to cry out anymore. The pillow under my face was wet with my tears,\nand the sheet under my pussy wet with my juices. Sakura untied me and I turned\nover.

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Paul stood, in front of his chair,\nhis erect penis sticking out of his pants; he approached the bed, only to be\ninterrupted by Sakura, who gently pushed him back into his chair.

\n\n

“Not yet” She said “Soon”

\n\n

She knelt between his legs and took\nhim in her mouth. She swallowed his length and, holding on to his butt, bobbed\non his dick. I saw her cheeks, hollow with her suction as she blew him\nvigorously. It took but a minute for Paul to spill himself down Sakura’s\nthroat. I saw her swallow, and then lick him clean. She replaced his dick in\nhis pants, and came back to me.

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I feared her, for I knew what was to\ncome next. She tied my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, and my\nwrists to the ones on the headboard. She picked up the crop once more. I could\nsee Paul’s dick, again tenting his pants.

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This time it was my breasts that were\nthe target of Sakura’s crop. As the leather cut into my tender boobies I\nthrashed as much as my bound hands and feet allowed. Yet my pussy continued to\ngush. When it was over, Paul was again standing, his dick again out of his\npants which he proceeded to shed. Sakura motioned for him to wait, as she once\nagain turned me over, and placed me on all fours. My hands tied beneath my face,\nand my feet again tied to the bedposts.

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I felt cold air on my ass, as she\nseparated my ass cheeks. I heard the floorboards creak as he came closer. I\nfelt the cold gel dripping on my ass hole, and her gentle fingers spreading and\nentering, one finger, then a second one. I sank my head in the pillow. I heard\nhis grunt of pleasure as she spread the jelly on his member. I tried to relax,\nto await the inevitable.

\n\n

I felt the pressure at the opening I\nnever gave him, until now, and tried to relax and push against him, to no\navail. My sphincter closed tighter the more I tried to will it open. He pushed\nharder, encouraged by Sakura; I moan and, as he forces his way past my\nresistance, scream through my gag and into the pillow. Victorious, he entered\nmy bowels; I felt like I was being ripped apart. He moves out, and I felt his\npenis leaving my rectum. I feel the cold air inside, and he enters me again. It\nhurts terribly, but is easier too. He does it over and over again, until he\nscreamed his release. His sperm filled my rear entrance. I now felt a glow, all\nover me, of success, of achievement.

\n\n

Now, Sakura kissed my ass tenderly\nand, with her tongue, cleaned it. With her lips tightly around my still\nstretched asshole, she said a single word.

\n\n

“Push”

\n\n

And I did, and she drank again all of\nhis essence. Then she untied me, and I stood, nude, in front of Paul and\nSakura, and we both said:

\n\n

“Happy Birthday!”

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The end

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