The Birthday Present - Part 1

It always feels really nice to do something special for someone else on their Birthday. As we get older, our own Birthdays become less and less exciting. Some years they even feel painful. Giving and putting in effort for someone else on their special day always makes us feel good though.

I was lucky enough to be a part of something special one evening a little while back. I received a message on RHP one Friday afternoon from a man who was looking to give his wife a very very special birthday present. He was planning a lovely evening in the city for his beautiful woman with dinner and drinks and a lavish hotel room. Plus, a young man. A young man that was to join the two of them later in the evening for “a bit of fun”.

The husband seemed like a really nice guy, he was polite and I could tell he was very well educated. The thing though, that came through the most, was how much he loved his wife and wanted the perfect night for her. One to really remember. I could tell they had some experience in swinging. From their profile I could see a few validations and the way the profile was written made me feel like they’d had a few hits, and misses, along the way. They definitely seemed like they knew what they were doing and as such a vetting process had begun and I was definitely a possible candidate for the big night.

The photo of the couple was hot. A fit, attractive couple in their late 40’s standing on a stunning beach with very little on other than bikinis and board shorts. The faces were obscured but I was definitely intrigued. The husband and I began chatting more openly and I soon discovered that this was all going to kick off the following night (Saturday). He was chatting to a few guys but he insisted that my profile had caught his wife’s eye. Feeling confident and very pleased with myself I sent through access to my photos and he did the same. I was presented with a very attractive couple. He was tall, handsome, shaved head and very fit. She was mesmerising, blonde, sultry and slightly stern with a determination in her eye. Her body was deliciously curvy with ample breasts and bottom. My attention was well and truly piqued.

The husband said that he liked my photos and that he will show his wife and he’ll message me in the morning if I’m the lucky guy she picks. We left it at that and I pondered my weekend ahead. Would it be the usual dive bar hang out or something elegant and classy for my Saturday night?

I slept in Saturday morning and as I demolished my breakfast I checked my messages. The husband had replied and it was good news. The wife had picked me. I messaged back and accepted the invitation and asked if he could share a little more detail with the plans for the evening. His reply outlined that he had a really nice room booked on Collins Street and that he’d booked a table at their favourite restaurant for 7pm. His plan was then to take her for a drink at a bar near the hotel and that they would then meet me at the hotel around 10. I agreed and went off for my usual Saturday morning swim, dreaming about the beautiful woman from the pictures that I was lucky enough to be meeting that evening. I could picture her curves and that stern look in her eye. It kept me perfectly excited all day.

That lovely feeling of butterflies increased as the day wore on. I met some friends for dinner and drinks and I could feel the anticipation rising. About 9.30 I received a message from the husband informing me that they were about to head back to the hotel and could I meet them in half an hour. I left the pub, and my slightly confused friends, and stepped out into the pouring Melbourne rain. Jumped on a tram and headed for the hotel. I got off at my stop and jumped under the awning of a shop front. The rain was heavy and soaking. My jacket was wet across the shoulders. I sucked it up, bundled up and walked out into the cold wet night. As I approached the hotel, the street was dark and dimly lit, I noticed a couple hiding under shelter not far from the entrance. I recognised them as the couple from the photos and headed towards them. The husband left the safety of the under cover area and stepped out into the rain to shake my hand. He had a really nice, gentle and intelligent face. Very good looking and slightly taller than myself with a sophisticated and gentlemanly nature. We said hello and he gave me a warm smile. He then motioned towards his wife sheltering from the rain.

I saw an elegant beautiful woman in a fitting creamy white dress with matching high heels and a little black clutch purse under her arm. She carried herself very confidently with a strong, firm demeanour. Her hair was blondie brown to her shoulders, though slicked back elegantly that gave a slightly cold, hardness to her appearance. Her dress hugged big, wide hips that curved dangerously from her waist down to her shapely, smooth beautiful legs. Her breasts were large and sat firmly on her chest in perfect ratio to her hips. I walked over to her and said hello, we gave each other a soft gentle kiss on the cheek and I was immediately intoxicated with her beautiful scent. It wasn’t over bearing. It was elegant, enticing and subtle. A nice mix of fruit and musk that heightened the senses to her strong feminine nature.

She looked at me with a hint of a cheeky smile in the corner of her mouth, then looked me up and down. Her glance rested momentarily on my upper thigh and crotch area in my skinny jeans. She then looked up at me and through a heavy breath said “mmmm you’ll do nicely”. She turned and walked towards the entrance. Her husband stood next to me and extended his arm towards the door offering me to follow his wife.

The back of her dress revealed smooth skin that plunged elegantly to her lower back where the creamy white pale material stretched outwards over two large round cheeks that swayed comfortably from side to side, with each step and bounce full of determination and purpose.

We entered reception and the wife lead her husband and I towards the elevator. The doors opened and we stepped in. The wife went straight to the back wall where she turned to face me. The smirk across her mouth curled along her lips. Both of her arms extended out across the chrome bar at the back wall of the elevator. Gripping the railing. Her husband, who now held her purse, stood near the doorway searching for the correct button to push. I took my place on the left side of the elevator and felt my stomach flip with butterflies. The dynamic had instantly changed. The husband, who had been calling all the shots so far and who I had had all the dialogue with, was suddenly keeping quiet. I was acutely aware of the change in atmosphere. The wife was clearly now in control. She glanced over towards me, looking me up and down. A hardness came across her face. A stern sadistic look that excited me.

The elevator stopped, the doors opened and the wife stormed through into the hallway. The husband again gestured for me to follow with a polite and warm reassuring smile. Again I followed the curvy, bouncing backside down the hallway until we arrived at the room. Her walk was so full of confidence and command. I began to feel like I was back in high school, in trouble with my geography teacher. When the wife reached the door she stood next to it waiting patiently for the husband to swipe the card and unlock the door. The light turned green and the wife stormed into the room.

The husband followed her into the darkness and I slowly stepped inside after him. A light came on just as I noticed the wife head into the bathroom. The husband offered me a drink and he poured 3 glasses of wine and 3 glasses of water. We began small talk and though I was feeling a bit nervous, the husband eased me into the room and made me feel comfortable. We spoke about the heavy rain and I asked how the restaurant was. He began to describe the meal whilst he took off his coat and placed phones and keys and incidentals on the desk on the right hand side wall below the flat screen TV. The room was really nice. A little kitchenette and a beautiful view of Melbourne‘ s glorious city.

Water swished and swirled from within the bathroom and after a few moments the wife opened the door and entered the room. In the light and out of the rain I could now see how beautiful she was. A strong jaw line and high cheek bones with lovely skin that wrinkled slightly around her eyes and near her lips. She looked incredible her wet, blonde, slicked back hair shaped her face perfectly. As she walked towards me i noticed the subtle hint of lines under her neck that drew me down to her chest. Two large breasts were held in tightly under the stretching creamy white dress.

I heard her suck breath in through her teeth and a rampaging lust filled her eyes as her arms wrapped around my neck. She kissed me and looked over at her husband with misplaced desire. Her eyes came back to mine and I saw a terrifying determination behind them. She kissed me firmly, passionately, strongly. Her lips locked onto mine and her tongue viciously broke through into my mouth. I tried to rise to her level of passion and I felt our mouths and tongues wrestling for power and control. Her fingers firmly combed through my hair gripping the back of my head and forcing our embrace closer and closer. My hands came up to her hips and lower back. She stopped and let me go. A long, slow, breathy “yessss” escaped her mouth as she walked towards her husband and the little desk where the wine sat.

As she passed me her hand slammed down onto my bottom and I felt a firm hand with fingernails grip my tight bum cheek tightly. “Oh yesssss” I heard her say through another breathy release. She picked up her glass of wine and sipped looking at her husband. She looked back to me and spun me around so that my back was towards the husband and she looked at him over my shoulder. “Who are you? “ she said to him. “Who are you ?” she repeated as a firm, hard spank fell across my bottom over my jeans. I felt the finger nails dig in again and a handful of my bottom tensed in her licentious grip. She kissed my neck and began taking my jacket off. She put her wine down and my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt. A cold glance towards her husband and a stern instructive tone signalled the husband to get undressed. I looked back over my shoulder to see him unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his shoes and socks. The wife then instructed me to take off my shoes and socks also and I was left standing in the room in my skinny black jeans.

My penis had been slightly firming and was now sitting down the left seam of my thigh and bulging slightly out into the room. The wife began unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. I heard the husband behind me negotiating the same article of clothing. My pants dropped to the floor and I kicked them off to the side. The wife stepped back and looked at my chest then down across my stomach where her hand rolled across my skin down towards the v shape of my lower abdomen. I saw her lip curl and her front teeth catch it before biting it gently. She pulled the elastic of my briefs away from my stomach and brought them down towards my thighs. My long shaft stayed tucked until she finally pulled them down towards my knees. My cock popped out rigidly and semi erect. The briefs fell to the ground and I kicked them away with my jeans. The wife stood in front of me staring at my penis.

“Oh yes” she whispered through her teeth. She looked over at her husband. I followed her eyes and turned around to see him standing near the bed naked. He was fit! Muscly and strong with a physique of younger man, perhaps a swimmer. He was slim but well built. He was inch or two taller than me with a frame to match. His penis was big, slightly erect, circumcised and very similar size to mine. He looked handsome in his black framed glasses and his shaved head and strong jaw line gave me a clue to how he’d landed such a sexy beautiful woman.

The wife now placed her hand around my cock and like a dog on a leash I was lead towards the bed. The husband moved towards us and we met at the end. The wife stood in between us and the husband began kissing her neck. I ran my hand down her arm from her shoulder. She looked at her husband and kissed him. I lowered my eyes down the curves of her body. I noticed her tummy bump out slightly and her dress stretch slightly across it. Her husband had started bringing the shoulders of the dress down her arms and as he slipped it over and below her chest a white lace bra was exposed holding two large beautiful breasts. The dress sat over her tummy and the natural width of her hips made it difficult for the dress to fall any further. The wife turned to me and we kissed. I pulled away and started kissing her neck. Her head arched back and her husband un clipped her bra.

The two large breasts fell away loosely to each side of her chest. Her nipples were small but erect and I immediately bent down to kiss and lick and suck her left breast. As I rolled my tongue around her nipple my gaze looked over towards her husband where I noticed his fully erect penis in the grip of his wife’s hand. I cupped her breast with my hand. It was firm, firmer than I expected and I heard her suck a short sharp bite of air through her teeth again. I felt her hand wrap around my cock and she gently stroked it, pulling my foreskin back and forth two or three times. Her hand fell away from my cock and seconds later I felt another firm smack fall across my left ass cheek. The cracking sound echoed through the room and I heard a satisfying and evil chuckle escape her body. A deep breath followed and a mumbling sigh of satisfaction. I stood up straight and she turned to face her husband. They embraced and kissed each other with familiarity. I felt her ass brush up against my cock. As she kissed her husband I noticed her sticking out her bottom slightly towards me. I stepped in closer and my cock found its way in between her cheeks over the creamy white material of the dress still concealing her big beautiful bottom.

I gently held the bunched up material around her tummy and began to wiggle the dress down over her robust bottom and hips. It was tight and difficult but eventually I forced the dress down and it fell to the floor. I saw shapely thick thighs with perfect skin that rounded upwards towards a big, round curvy bottom that now heavily dominated the room.

Over her shoulder, the husband smiled at me and nodded. He could tell I was impressed and he was so proud. The three of us stood there a few moments longer exploring and kissing and touching. That same evil, mumbling chuckle full of lust rumbled through the room and the wife looked from me to her husband then sensually and elegantly and invitingly crawled onto the bed like a cat prowling her prey. At the bed head she turned to face the husband and I who were left standing at the end of the bed with massive erections and jaws on the carpet. She moved onto her back and nestled into the pillows comfortably. The smirk across her face and the evil look in her eye made my blood pump through every vein in my body. We waited and finally with an inviting finger she said “come and get me boys”.