The Birthday Present

by Suzanne Graham

  Sabrina continued to hold Tom’s hand as she led us down the hallway to the door of their suite on the top floor of the hotel. I was trembling with nervous energy and sexual stimulation. I didn’t know what Tom and I were getting ourselves into, but I was getting really turned on by the anticipation of something new, especially with these sexy strangers.

  In the sitting area of the suite, a chocolate brown leather sofa faced a flat-panel television on the wall. The beige, raw silk curtains at the sliding doors to the balcony matched the textured silk bedcovering on the large king-sized bed on my left. I drew in a shaky breath. This room was way more elegant than the little queen-sized room I shared with Tom several floors down.

  “Come in and take a seat,” Sabrina said, leading us to the sitting area.

  Sabrina plopped down on the sofa and made herself comfortable sitting close to Tom. Mark guided me with a hand on the small of my back to a leather club chair. I sat perched on the edge of the seat while he stood next to me.

  “It’s your birthday. We want to treat you special,” Mark said in his deep voice that sent a chill down my spine. “Would you like me to make you another margarita?”

  “Actually, I think I’ll just have the tequila.” I tried to discreetly wipe my sweaty palms on the sides of my dress.

  He chuckled. “Tequila shots. That’s one way to get this party started.” He moved to the bar on the wall next to the TV and came back with four shot glasses and a bottle of honey amber coloured tequila.

  “That’s a beautiful bottle. What’s inside?” I asked.

  “This is Milagro tequila. The crystal bottles are handmade with agave plants blown into the bottom of the glass,” he said, tilting the bottle so I could get a better look. Then he filled the four glasses and handed them around. “I propose a toast to new and exciting relationships.” He looked pointedly at me on the word exciting.

  I tossed back the shot and enjoyed the honey, peppery spiced taste left on my tongue.

  Mark raised a brow at me and refilled my glass. “Another?” It should have been a question, but the way he said it left no room for me to refuse.

  “Thanks.” I tossed back the second shot.

  When the room stopped doing its little alcohol-induced spin, I looked over at Tom and Sabrina, who were laughing at a privately shared joke. Sabrina had Tom’s legs in her lap and was massaging his feet and bare calves. He looked relaxed and happy, whereas I felt uptight and jittery sitting on the edge of my seat.

  Mark walked over to me and lifted me up. He sat in the chair and placed me on his lap with my back to his chest.

  “Let me help you relax,” he said, placing his warm hands on my bare shoulders and kneading my muscles with his strong fingers. My spine melted at his tender touch, and I relaxed against him with my head resting on his shoulder.

  He kissed along the side of my neck up to my ear where he nibbled on my lobe. I shivered.

  “You taste so sweet,” he murmured. His hot breath on my skin had me wriggling in his lap.

  He slid his hands down my waist to my outer thighs. Slowly he caressed the tops of my legs and brought one hand up under the front of my short dress. I held my breath as he cupped my mons. He slipped one finger into my cleft, and my breath came out in short pants.

  I turned my head to the side to see if Tom was aware of my wanton behaviour, but he was completely engaged in kissing Sabrina. I could see them exploring each other with their tongues. Instead of feeling jealous, I was aroused, especially as I watched Tom fondle Sabrina’s breasts that I had admired earlier in the day. Tom and I were definitely exploring new sides of our personalities tonight by hooking up with other people. I’d never have expected this to happen in our marriage. I didn’t think Tom had it in him.

  Seeing Tom and Sabrina kissing made me ache for more stimulation and I twisted in Mark’s lap to capture his mouth with mine. He gave a little chuckle at my boldness and willingly returned my kiss, but not the way I wanted it. Instead of the deep, hard penetration I needed, he slowly explored my lips with his tongue and nearly drove me crazy before he finally slid his tongue unhurriedly into my mouth.

  I moaned my frustration as I tried to pull his face closer to mine.

  He broke the kiss. “You want it now, don’t you? But first, I want to enjoy you a little longer,” he said. “Let me help you relax and enjoy your birthday present.”

  He untied the strings of my halter top behind my neck. Drawing it down over my breasts, he lightly dragged his fingertips over my nipples. My tips hardened into tight buds. He leaned down and pulled one nipple in his mouth while he tweaked the other with his forefinger and thumb. My head fell back as I pushed my breast farther into his mouth. I gasped when he grazed his teeth on my tit.

  He released it and licked around the nipple in larger and larger circles. Then he dragged his mouth across my chest to my other breast. He started his kisses under the small swell of my breast and worked his way up the side. Finally, he made his way to the top of my nipple and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He continued the stimulation of my other breast with his fingers, twisting and pulling my nipple into a harder point. I moaned as I felt my pussy flood with hot, slippery wetness.

  “Let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable,” Mark said.

  He stood up from the chair, lifting me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his broad shoulders. He carried me to the bed as he continued his devotion to my nipples.

  After he set me down on the edge of the bed, he lifted my dress over my head. The cool, conditioned air touched my naked skin and jarred me into remembering where I was and what I was doing. I folded my arm across my chest with sudden shyness, looking around the room for Tom and Sabrina. They were completely oblivious to anything except each other as they kissed and petted each other on the couch.

  Mark gently pushed me backwards to lie down on my back, and he knelt next to me on the bed. He trailed warm, wet kisses along my flat stomach, heading down towards my hips and thighs. I shivered at his touch.

  Nothing he did was very different from my love making with Tom, but a large part of my excitement now was due to not knowing what Mark was going to do next.

  He kissed and blew softly across my pubic hair as he worked his way lower to my cleft. He covered me with his mouth and blew. I gasped at the rush of hot, moist air.

  He gently spread my thighs with his hands and began to lick me with long strokes. He used his thumbs to circle around my opening, spreading my slickness between my folds. When he suddenly thrust a finger up into me, I cried out, “Oh, yes!”

  He stopped moving, but left his finger deep in me. “Did you want something?” he asked in a husky voice.

  “Yes, please,” I said between panting breaths.

  “I want to give you a special present. What do you want me to give you?”

  I was embarrassed to use any words to describe what my body was craving. Tom and I didn’t talk much about what we did.

  “Please,” I said, hoping he would continue what he had started with his finger.

  “But you haven’t told me what you want.”

  “Please… more fingers,” I begged.

  “Like this?”

  He added another finger to the one already inside me. He slowly drew them in and out, rubbing the walls and opening of my vagina with a gentle touch. I writhed on the bed, searching for more stimulation and release.

  “Do you want something else for your birthday present?” he asked.

  “Yes, please,” I panted.

  “Tell me what I can give you.”

  “Please more.”

  “More what?”

  “More… Faster… Please.”

  “Are you asking for an orgasm for your birthday?” he asked, his voice was rough.

  “Yes, please. An orgasm,” I begged.

  “I thought you would never ask.” He chuckled deeply.

  He added a third finger and increased the speed of
his thrusting while he used his tongue on my clit. I was swept up in a rush of pulsing need as I clutched at the bedcovering under me and climbed to my climax. He found my inner sweet spot with his longest finger, and with a cry, I reached my orgasm with tensed, shaking, and contracted muscles.

  I lay gasping as Mark moved up on the bed beside me. He pulled me into his arms and held me while I struggled to gain my breath. He trailed his fingertips lightly across my back as he kissed the top of my head. Such tenderness from this powerfully dominant man melted my insides.

  “Is this a private party or can anyone join?” I heard Sabrina say.

  I opened my eyes and saw Tom and Sabrina standing naked at the foot of the bed with their arms around each other. Tom’s erection was huge, and he was looking at me with hungry eyes. My attention had been so captivated by Mark, I had forgotten about Tom and Sabrina and hadn’t noticed when they’d gotten undressed. What had they been busy doing while Mark gave me my orgasm?

  “Come up and join us. I need to take a moment and get these clothes off,” Mark said.

  I looked at him and realised he was still fully dressed.

  Tom lay next to me on one side and Sabrina took Mark’s position lying next to me on the other side. Sabrina lightly skimmed her hand along my stomach, smiling at me. I held still, not knowing what she expected of me.

  “You can touch me, Amanda,” she invited as Tom watched us.

  I ached to suck on her rosy nipples, so I reached for her breasts and leaned towards her to pull one into my mouth. She was warm and soft and sweet. I flicked my tongue around her nipple and heard her moan in the back of her throat. I was overwhelmed by the urge to make her come. I wanted to touch her and hear her sounds of pleasure.

  I slid a hand between her legs and felt for her clit. I had never touched a woman intimately like this. I was amazed at how stimulated I felt from touching her. She was soft and slick and hot beneath my fingertips.

  I slowly and gently circled her clit with the pad of my middle finger. I could feel her shudder beneath my touch. I changed the speed of my stroke, going slower then going faster then going slower again as I felt her body shaking with need. I returned to a steady rhythm and took her breast back into my mouth. I worked her nipple with my tongue and teeth as I swirled my finger over and around her clit. I felt her convulse, and she came with a scream. As she struggled to regain her breath, I held her luscious body pressed to mine, running my hands over the smooth, satiny skin on her back.

  When she had recovered, she held my face between her hands and gave me a long, gentle kiss with her supple lips and sweet tongue. The dizzying effect of being kissed by a woman was more intoxicating than the tequila. My head spun as I surrendered to the experience. With a final lick along my bottom lip, she pulled away from our kiss.

  “Mmmm, thank you. You taste good, but I think it is Tom’s turn now,” she purred. “And I need to go find my mate.” She rolled away from me off the bed. Then she stood and walked to the sofa where Mark sat watching us with his cock jutting out from his body.

  Tom possessively spread himself over me and took my mouth with a hard, hungry kiss. He had never acted so aggressively with me before. I melted in his embrace as I submitted to his demanding kisses.

  “I’m going to make you scream when you come,” he said gruffly. His dominance aroused me and I grew slick again.

  He grabbed my breasts with his hands, rolling and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I gasped from the sting when he pulled them taut and squeezed the tips hard.

  “Oh, yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his biceps as I held tightly to his arms.

  He shifted the head of his penis to my waiting hole. My vagina ached for his thrusting cock. I writhed under him, pushing up my hips trying to get more of his rod inside me. He pushed my hips down on the bed with one firm hand, preventing me from moving.

  I moaned for more.

  “Not until I say it’s time,” he said roughly.

  He held me behind my head with his other hand and lowered his mouth over mine for another ravenous kiss. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, making me desperate for more penetration. I tangled my tongue with his, hoping to make him as crazy with need as I was.

  He pushed my hips down on the bed with the weight of his body and reached to pinch my nipple between his thumb and finger. He squeezed and pulled until I cried out from the stinging pleasure. Then he reached for my other nipple and repeated the exquisite tormenting. I was breathing hard and fast and moaning for him to take me.

  “Please, Tom,” I begged. “I want you inside me. Please.”

  Without warning, he bucked his hips, shoving his penis into my throbbing vagina. My breath caught in my throat. He drove his hips with such fierce strokes that I thought he was going to break me in two. The pain mixed with pleasure was so intense that I was flying to my peak within seconds. With his next thrust, Tom sent me rocketing into my orgasm with a scream, just as he had promised.

  * * * *

  I awoke, tucked in the big bed, to the sound of the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. The thought of warm water washing over my tired skin was inviting, but I was spent. I didn’t think I could move a muscle to get myself into the bathroom, but it turned out that I didn’t need to make a move.

  “Hello, birthday girl,” Mark said, walking over to the bed where I lay. “How about a hot shower?”

  He was naked, and I was finally able to admire his entire body. My eyes travelled from his wide shoulders down his narrow waist to follow the trail of dark hair to his engorged penis. I sucked in a gasp as I admired the length and width of his cock. He was powerfully built everywhere.

  He smiled at me as I stared at him, trying not to drool too badly on the pillow under my cheek. Then he reached down to lift me with his muscular biceps as if I were as light as a doll. I loved the feel of his arms holding me against him.

  “Did you have a good nap?” he asked, nuzzling my earlobe and giving it a little nip.

  “Mmmm, hmmm,” I murmured as I took advantage of his proximity to brush my hands across his chest and shoulders. I didn’t think I could ever get tired of touching the hard muscles under his warm skin. I was beginning to think I’d developed some new fetish for pumped up physiques.

  Mark carried me to the large, steamy shower stall where Tom and Sabrina were already soaping each other clean. He set me on my feet and held me steady with my back against his solid chest.

  “Hello, sweetie. I’m glad you could join us,” Sabrina said, facing me and gently rubbing a soft, soapy cloth over my body. She started at my shoulders and worked down my arms in a smooth, circular motion. Then she washed down the middle of my chest, avoiding my tight nipples that begged to be touched. She circled the cloth under and around my breasts as I moaned for more stimulation. Finally, she pinched my tender nipples with her fingers through the washcloth. I gasped and would have sunk to the shower floor if Mark hadn’t been holding me from behind with his arm around my waist.

  Tom held the shower sprayer over my head and ran his hand down my long, wet hair. He used the water to rinse the soap off my shoulders. I felt the bubbles run between my breasts over my stomach and down the cleft of my vulva.

  I was the centre of attention, and I felt special and cared for. These three people wanted to bring me pleasure without asking for anything in return. It was a truly selfless birthday present they were giving me. I didn’t think I would ever enjoy a birthday more.

  Sabrina was using the cloth on my legs, washing in long, light strokes from my inner thigh down to my knee then down to my feet. When she brought the cloth back up my leg, she paused at my mons.

  “Open up for me, Amanda,” she said softly.

  I spread my feet and bent my knees slightly so she would have better access to my pulsing vulva. She brought the cloth down over my clit and rubbed in a slow circle. My pulse throbbed in my head as waves of pleasure vibrated through me. It didn’t take long before I cried out and came with a shudder.
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  Mark still held me pressed up to his chest. I felt his stiff penis nestled between my buttocks. His hands held my breasts as he gently massaged my nipples. I sank against him as he trailed feathery light kisses down my neck and shoulder. His breath was hot on my sensitised skin.

  Sabrina slipped her four slim fingers into my open vagina and continued to massage my clit with the cloth. She firmly thrust her hand in and out of my hole, reaching my innermost sensitive spot. I came a second time with a scream as every muscle in my body clenched, shook and slowly released. Again, I would have collapsed onto the shower floor if Mark hadn’t held me in his arms.

  “That was lovely,” he whispered as he teased my ear lightly with his tongue.

  “Mmmm, hmmm,” I murmured in a daze.

  Tom used the sprayer to rinse the remaining soap from my body in long, warm streams of water. Then Mark lifted me out of the shower stall. The three of them wrapped me in thick white towels and dried me with gentle, soothing strokes as I tried with difficulty to keep my eyes open.

  I was drowsy with satisfaction as Mark laid me down on the bed and lightly caressed my stomach with his large warm hand as I fell back into deep sleep of oblivion.

  Chapter Four

  The sunlight coming through the window was warm on my face when I woke naked with Tom’s arm around my waist. I opened my eyes and recognised our hotel room with the queen-sized bed and plain white curtains. The clock on the bedside table showed it was ten in the morning.

  I closed my eyes and remembered the pleasures of the night before, but I didn’t know how I had ended up back in my room with Tom. Had I dreamt the whole experience? Did Tom and I really have a night of intense sexual pleasure with another couple?

  I stretched and felt the tenderness between my legs. It hadn’t been a dream, I thought groggily with a smile on my face.

  Tom leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Good morning, beautiful. Did you enjoy your birthday?”

  “Oh, yes, immensely. I’d have to say that was the best birthday present I’ve ever received.” I rolled onto my back to face him.