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My Wife’s Birthday Surprise

My Wife's Birthday Surprise
My Wife’s Birthday Surprise

My Wife’s Birthday Surprise

My Wife’s Birthday Surprise this year was amazing. “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked for the third time, as if she was trying to convince herself.
“It is,” I replied. I could see the doubt in her eyes, but there was also the glimmer of lust that I knew was always there, no matter how well she tried to hide it. “I just want you to have the best birthday ever.”
“Alright,” she agreed. “We can try.”
“Great!” I said, kissing her deeply. “I’ve arranged everything.”
She smiled, but I could still see the unease in her face.
I took her in my arms and kissed her again, letting my hands roam over her body, caressing her. “Don’t worry,” I whispered in her ear, “this is going to be great. Just wait and see.”
“Okay,” she sighed, relaxing a bit.
“Now,” I said, pulling back, “why don’t you go in the bedroom and get ready?”
She nodded and disappeared into the bedroom. I sat down on the couch and tried to compose myself. This was it. It was finally going to happen.
I’d been wanting to do this for a long time, but my wife had always refused. She was shy and reserved, and the idea of being with another man made her uncomfortable. But she was also adventurous and willing to try new things, and when I’d mentioned it, she’d agreed.
I’d done a lot of research and had found the perfect place. It was a members-only club, and the staff was highly discreet. I’d made all the arrangements, and we’d just arrived home from the airport.
The club was a private resort in the Caribbean. It was a beautiful, secluded place, with a huge pool, a private beach, and a number of luxury cabanas scattered throughout the grounds. But it wasn’t just a resort – it was also a sex club.
And tonight was my wife’s birthday. And she was going to get the gift of her life.
I heard her calling from the bedroom and went in to find her dressed in a black lace bra and panties. “What do you think?” she asked, doing a little twirl.
“You look amazing,” I said, pulling her to me.
She was always sexy, but tonight she looked especially stunning. Her skin was tan and glowing, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and her body was toned and firm from years of yoga. Her breasts were large and firm, and her ass was round and tight.
I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming over her body, exploring her. My cock was hard and straining against my pants, and I could feel her arousal growing.
“I love you,” I murmured, kissing her neck.
“I love you, too,” she breathed.
We made love for what seemed like hours, our bodies entwined, our passion and desire growing with each passing moment. We climaxed together, our bodies shuddering and shaking with the intensity of our orgasms.
“Happy birthday,” I whispered, kissing her gently.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling. “This is the best birthday present ever.”
We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. But then I felt her stir.
“So,” she said, sitting up. “What’s next?”
“Well,” I said, a mischievous grin spreading across my face, “we have a dinner reservation.”
She looked surprised. “At the restaurant?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “We’re not going to the restaurant. We’re going to the club.”
Her eyes widened. “The club?”
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “The sex club.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my god,” she gasped.
I could see the excitement in her eyes, even as the uncertainty crept back into her voice.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked.
“I’m sure,” I said, kissing her softly. “Just relax and enjoy it. It’s all about you tonight.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”
I helped her dress, taking my time, admiring her body. She looked gorgeous in a tight, white summer dress and sandals.
“You look amazing,” I said, kissing her.
“Thank you,” she said, a shy smile playing on her lips.
“Let’s go,” I said, taking her hand and leading her out of the bedroom.
The ride to the club was short and uneventful. We drove in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts.
The club was located on a secluded beach, surrounded by palm trees and lush vegetation. The entrance was discreet, and the only sign that it was anything more than a regular hotel was the large, neon-lit sign above the door.
I pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. “Are you ready?” I asked, turning to my wife.
“I think so,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
I took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “It’s going to be okay,” I assured her.
We got out of the car and walked toward the entrance. The door was open, and the interior was dimly lit and quiet.
“Hello,” the receptionist said, a friendly smile on her face. “Welcome to the club. I’m Jennifer.”
My wife smiled nervously and introduced herself. “I’m Jane,” she said.
“Great to meet you,” Jennifer said, her eyes lingering on my wife’s body.
My wife blushed and looked away, but I could see the excitement and intrigue in her eyes.
Jennifer led us through a door into a large, luxurious lounge. There were a few people milling about, but the atmosphere was relaxed and casual.
“Feel free to make yourselves at home,” Jennifer said. “There are refreshments on the bar, and the bartender can mix anything you like. There are also private cabanas available for use, and the beach is just a short walk away.”
“Thank you,” I said, squeezing my wife’s hand.
“If you need anything,” Jennifer said, smiling, “just let me know.”
She turned and walked away, her hips swaying seductively.
“Wow,” my wife whispered, her eyes wide.
I chuckled and led her over to the bar.
We ordered drinks and sat down on one of the plush couches.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, watching her closely.
“I’m okay,” she said, sipping her drink. “Just a little nervous.”
“It’s going to be fine,” I said, rubbing her thigh. “You’re going to have a great time.”
I could see the apprehension and excitement on her face.
As we sipped our drinks, the people around us started to pair off, disappearing into the cabanas or going out onto the beach. The atmosphere was sensual and charged with sexual energy.
I could feel my wife’s arousal growing as she watched the other couples. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing was shallow.
“Do you want to go outside?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
“Yes,” she breathed.
We got up and went out to the beach. The moonlight was reflecting off the ocean, and the sand was soft and warm under our feet.
I led her down to the water’s edge, where we were alone and could see the other couples in the distance.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said, her voice awestruck.
“Yes, it is,” I agreed.
I turned her toward me and pulled her into my arms. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and I could feel her desire building.
“I want you,” I whispered, my hands exploring her body.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”
We kissed deeply, our bodies pressed together. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore and the light breeze in the palm trees were the only sounds besides our labored breathing.
I slipped my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. “God, you’re so hot,” I groaned.
She gasped as I slid my fingers inside her.
I fucked her slowly with my fingers, watching her face as she writhed in pleasure. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, a look of ecstasy on her face.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to be inside her.
“I need you,” I growled, picking her up and carrying her back to the cabana.
I laid her down on the soft bed and quickly undressed. She watched me with lust-filled eyes, her body trembling with anticipation.
I knelt between her legs and licked her pussy, savoring the taste of her.
She moaned and arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets.
I pushed my tongue inside her, licking and sucking, tasting her. She was soaking wet, and her juices were flowing freely.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I growled, kissing her inner thighs.
She whimpered and spread her legs wider, begging for more.
I could feel my cock throbbing, aching to be inside her. But I wanted to draw out her pleasure, to make her come first.
I licked and sucked her clit, teasing her, driving her wild. She was writhing and moaning, her body quivering with pleasure.
“Please,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed her too.
I knelt between her legs and guided my cock into her.
She gasped as I slid inside her, her pussy tight and wet.
I groaned, savoring the feeling of being inside her.
I started to fuck her slowly, gently, taking my time.
“Harder,” she moaned, her eyes pleading.
I obeyed, thrusting harder, deeper, losing myself in her.
Her cries of pleasure echoed through the night, and I knew she was close.
I fucked her faster, harder, deeper, bringing her closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” I growled, my cock throbbing inside her.
She screamed, her body trembling as she came, her pussy clenching around me.
It was too much for me to take.
“Fuck,” I groaned, exploding inside her, my orgasm ripping through me.
We collapsed, panting, spent.
“That was incredible,” she breathed, her eyes shining.
“Yes, it was,” I said, kissing her softly.
We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked.
“I want to try something,” she said, a wicked smile on her face.
“Anything,” I replied.
“Let’s go find someone else to play with.”
“Really?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Yes,” she said, grinning. “I’m up for anything tonight.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement.
We got dressed and headed back to the lounge. The atmosphere was even more sensual and charged than before, and we could hear the sounds of sex coming from the cabanas and the beach.
We wandered around, watching the other couples. My wife’s eyes were wide, taking it all in.
Suddenly, she stopped and pointed to a tall, muscular man standing by the bar. “Him,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay,” I said.
We approached him and introduced ourselves.
He smiled and invited us to sit down. He was charming and handsome, and we soon found ourselves flirting and laughing.
I could feel my wife’s tension, her eagerness.
“So,” he said, his voice low and husky. “What are you two looking for tonight?”
“Something different,” my wife replied. “We’re up for anything.”
“Is that right?” he said, a mischievous smile on his face.
“Yes,” my wife said, her eyes glinting.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. “Well, why don’t we go somewhere more private and see what happens?”
My wife glanced at me, and I nodded.
We got up and followed him to a private cabana.
Once inside, he kissed my wife, his hands roaming over her body.
I watched, feeling my cock harden.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and thick with desire.
“I want to watch you fuck her,” I replied, my voice trembling.
“Is that right?” he murmured, kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Well, then,” he said, pushing her onto the bed. “Let’s give him a show.”
He stripped off her clothes and tossed them aside.
She lay naked on the bed, her eyes full of desire.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded, his voice rough.
She obeyed, presenting her ass to him.
“What a beautiful ass,” he murmured, running his hands over her skin.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He spread her legs apart, revealing her pussy.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “So wet and ready.”
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
“God, you’re huge,” my wife moaned.
He grinned and rubbed his cock against her pussy, teasing her.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
His cock was hard and slick with her juices, and he pushed it slowly inside her.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”
My wife moaned, her body trembling.
He began to fuck her, slow and deep, his hands gripping her hips.
“Oh god,” she cried, her voice ragged with desire.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh god, yes.”
He fucked her harder, faster, his cock slamming into her.
“Do you like it?” he demanded. “Do you like getting fucked by a stranger?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I love it!”
He thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
“Tell him,” he growled. “Tell him how much you love it.”
“I love it,” she cried, her voice high and desperate. “Oh god, I love it!”
“Come for me,” he growled, his voice raw and animalistic.
My wife screamed, her body shaking and trembling, her orgasm ripping through her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting into her, his cock throbbing.
“Yes,” my wife moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he growled, exploding inside her, his hot cum filling her.
“Yes,” my wife whimpered, her body limp.
He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices.
“Wow,” he breathed, collapsing onto the bed.
“That was incredible,” my wife gasped.
“It sure was,” I said, my cock aching.
We lay there for a while, our bodies spent.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked my wife.
“I think it’s your turn,” she replied, a wicked grin on her face.
“My turn?” I asked, feeling my cock stiffen.
“Yes,” she said, kissing me. “I want to watch you get fucked by him.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied. “You’ve always wanted to try it, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Well, then,” she said, her voice husky. “Let’s give him a show.”
I looked at him, feeling my heart pounding.
“Do you want to do this?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.
I obeyed, feeling my cock throb.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “Such a beautiful ass.”
He spread my legs and rubbed his cock against my hole.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
“Do you want it?” he asked, his voice low and sensual.
“Yes,” I panted.
“Beg for it,” he growled.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m sure.”
“All right,” he murmured.
I felt his cock press against my hole, and then he was inside me, sliding deep.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my body trembling.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”
He began to fuck me, slow and deep, his hands gripping my hips.
“Yes,” I moaned, my cock aching.
“You like that?” he grunted.
“Yes,” I cried.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I love it,” I gasped.
“Louder,” he growled.
“I love it!” I shouted.
“Do you want me to fuck you harder?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Beg for it,” he ordered.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Fuck me harder.”
“All right,” he rumbled.
He began to fuck me harder, deeper, his cock slamming into me.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my cock leaking precum.
“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of it.”
“Yes,” I cried, my body tensing.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck!” I cried, my orgasm ripping through me.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Come for me.”
“Oh god,” I whimpered, my body trembling.
“Fuck,” he growled, his cock throbbing.
He thrust into me one last time, and I felt his hot cum fill me.
“Yes,” I gasped.
He pulled out, and I collapsed onto the bed, my body spent.
“That was amazing,” my wife breathed, kissing me.
“Yeah,” I panted.
We lay there for a while, catching our breath.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said, grinning.
“Me neither,” my wife laughed.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked.
“I don’t know about you,” she said, her voice mischievous, “but I could use another drink.”
I chuckled. “Sounds good to me.”

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