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Happy Birthday Honey
By Trevan (sevenmoons@bounce.com)
1997

***

Husband encourages his wife to play around with 
coworkers. (M+/F, wife, sloppy seconds)

***

Karen and I have been married for fifteen years. She's 
about 5'4", 140 lbs with a short bob of dark hair shot 
through with premature grey streaks. Her eyes are green 
and she has a slight overbite emphasized by a wide 
smile and fairly thin lips. Karen is plump but not fat. 
Her hips are a little large but they compliment her 
walk beautifully and her ass is in proportionate shape. 
She wears a pair of very elegant wire rim glasses which 
make her look sort of like a cute, sexy, bookish 
librarian. 

Karen works at an accounting firm as an office manager. 
In our years of marriage we have never cheated on one 
another except for one or two occasions. Karen had once 
confessed that she let one of her departing co-workers 
feel her through her stockings in his office one day. 
She was in her navy blue skirt with a crisp white 
blouse and a navy blazer. 

She seized the opportunity of having a man she'd always 
been attracted to have his hands on her on his way out 
so as not to create any complications. Eventually, 
Karen revealed more about her encounter as I encouraged 
her to do to spice up our lovemaking. 

As he was packing up his things on his last day, she 
went up and whispered in his ear, "I want something 
before you go. I'll be in the spare office at the end 
of the hall in fifteen minutes. Just something light, 
through my clothes. I hope I'm not presuming anything. 
I think you want it, yes?" 

The man had indeed wanted Karen and they met. Karen's 
heart was thumping against her chest and her voice was 
thick and distant, she recalled. She brought a chair 
close to the edge of a large oak desk and climbed up to 
sit on it. She beckoned him to come and stand in front 
of her, which he quickly did, fearing that she might 
lose her nerve. Karen unbuttoned the front of her 
blazer and undid a few buttons on her blouse. "Put your 
hands inside. Oh... oh god that's just right! He cupped 
her breasts through her bra and pinched her nipples 
through the material.

Aware of the short time they had to utilize she 
quickened the pace. She bunched her skirt up around her 
waist so that her panties were visible through the 
shear dark fabric of her stockings. "Rub me. I'll 
return the favor, just get in there and rub!" 

The man was eager and put his hand between my wife's 
legs in order to try and bring her off right on the 
desk. Karen parted her legs as he moved between them 
trying to work his fingers through the material to find 
the cleft and, hopefully a place where Karen's clitoris 
would be accessible to his probing. Eventually he found 
my wife's little nub and after only a few minutes she 
was gasping and trying to choke back her moans. She 
bucked a little and had, as she put it, a perfunctory 
orgasm on his hand. 

He asked her if she would suck him but she declined. 
Instead she reached for a Kleenex and told him "I just 
want to hold it in my hand. I'll make you come but I 
don't want a mess! Karen reached into his fly. He was 
wearing Calvin Klien underwear (she'd always told me 
how much she enjoyed looking at ads with well built men 
in their Calvins, how she wished she could have one for 
a night) and his sausage was tight against the cotton, 
trying to unfurl. 

The heat coming from his crotch intoxicated her. Her 
breathing was thick. "We don't have much time... oh... 
forget, it the door's locked anyway," Karen yanked his 
pants and underwear down. She quickly dropped to her 
knees and put her face to his mid section. She'd never 
seen a foreskin covering a man's head while he was hard 
before. She opened her mouth and gently poked her 
tongue out to touch the tip of his foreskin and began 
bobbing her head up and down while he clutched at her 
hair. 

Her skirt was still gathered up around her waist and 
she dropped her hand to rub herself. She sucked on him 
for a short while and got up, and began jerking him 
off. The feeling of the extra skin slipping back and 
forth over the head got her very hot. She looked down 
in fascination the whole time she was doing it. He 
flung his head back, his hands at his side. With the 
Kleenex held out underneath his dripping head in her 
left hand she waited for him to shoot. Then she had a 
change of mind. 

"Oh just fuck me. I'll bend over the desk. Be quick." 
Karen turned and faced the desk, gripped the sides and 
bent over. He reached in and yanked her hose down with 
her panties, put his hands on either sides of her ample 
ass cheeks and put his tip to her opening. Just then, 
someone came down the hall. They both froze. Karen's 
heart was pounding. Her would-be stud said, "Oh no!" 
and ejaculated on her backside. She felt the splatter 
on her ass cheeks and guessed that there were gobs on 
her skirt, blouse and hose.

They both quickly stood, gathered themselves up and 
left. Karen had to sit at her desk for the rest of the 
afternoon while her co-worker's cream soaked her 
clothes. She had missed out on having it directly 
injected and the feel of his cock in her. 

To release the frustration, she told me, she locked the 
door to her office, pulled up her skirt, took a banana 
out of her lunch, put her feet up on the desk with her 
legs parted and peeled the banana. This time it would 
have to be circumcised! She pushed the fruit inside her 
cunt and began fucking herself with it. Her left hand 
held her skirt up and her right did the thrusting.

She began to think of how the uncut dong felt in her 
throat just a short while ago, about the taste of his 
pre cum. She should have just continued sucking him. At 
least if he came in her mouth, she wouldn't be faced 
with the surreptitious task of cleaning her outfit 
before she came home! 

Anyway, Karen had the banana all the way inside her and 
she was imagining that she was still bent over the desk 
and that her co-worker had managed penetration and was 
fucking her. She dropped her forefinger to her clit and 
rubbed it until she began to whimper a bit and shudder 
with a sharp climax. After a few moments, she forced 
the banana out with a contraction of her muscles and 
put the now glistening fruit in her mouth. It was warm 
and slimy. She thought again of sucking his cock. 

For some time Karen had dreaded her fortieth birthday. 
Her thirtieth meant nothing to her so why should the 
approach of the next decade? Karen began to lament her 
appearance, that she was losing her appeal, that she 
was beginning to feel the effects of the passage of 
time. It got to the point where she began to be 
routinely morose. I needed to do something to inject 
some life into her.

It was time for her to clutch the sides of that desk 
and get her backside the polishing she missed on that 
day ten years ago. On the eve of her birthday, I told 
her that I had planned something special. She had 
thought of taking the day off work, but I dissuaded 
her. In the morning I told her to wear virtually the 
same outfit she had worn on that day at the office when 
she had the failed attempt to rut with her departing 
coworker. 

She went to the closet and pulled out her old navy blue 
skirt, blazer and a crisp white blouse. She dug around 
for some dark grey hose and a pair of white cotton 
briefs. She easily slipped on the hose and briefs but 
the skirt was a bit of a squeeze and the front of her 
blazer needed leaving undone. "What do you want me in 
this old thing for? Everybody at the office will assume 
I didn't do the laundry!" After my assurance that she 
looked perfect she headed out the door for work.

I had responded to an ad in the local weekly from a man 
offering massage services to pay for college tuition. 
The guy turned out to be 22 and quite straight. I told 
him what I had in mind and that if he proved to be 
attractive enough and clean, he could come away with 
five hundred dollars for the act of fucking my wife. 
After some hesitation he agreed to send me a photo and 
bio. When I received it I knew I had Karen's birthday 
present figured out! 

Steven arrived at five, a half hour earlier than 
Karen's ETA. I told him to have a seat and relax. After 
a few minutes I thought to inspect his package before 
he gave it to my wife. I asked him to take his clothes 
off and stand in front of me in just his Calvin 
Klien's. He obliged me. Steven stood about 6 foot tall, 
well built with short dark hair and blue eyes. He was 
very clean, with little body hair. He stood facing me 
with his hands on his hips. "Do you think she'll like 
it?" he asked. "I'm sure she'll enjoy it. But I'd like 
to see your 'gift' before you put it in my wife." 

With that, Steven lowered his underwear to his knees 
and let his dong hang down for me to look at. It was 
about seven inches long and his foreskin sheathed his 
head completely with a little extra skin at the tip. 
His sac hung down with his right testicle just below 
the level of his left. He had just a bit of curly black 
hair above the root of his cock. As I looked at him he 
began to harden a little. "When you're inside a woman, 
can you feel the extra skin moving back and forth? Does 
it feel good?" "Oh yes, but I often have to slow down 
or I'll shoot too soon...it feels that good!" 

I stood up and walked up to him. "May I feel it seeing 
as it's going to be put inside my wife?" I reached out 
and took Stevens cock in my hand. For the first time I 
felt the warm pulsing sensation of a man's growing 
penis in my hand. He got harder and I gently pushed his 
foreskin back and forth over the head. He sighed and 
let his head fall back. "Karen will love this. She may 
want to suck it before you screw her" "How tight is 
your wife? I'd hate to get in her and unload before 
she's had her fill!" 

"Karen's pretty snug, especially for something this 
size. I'll leave some baby oil out." 

I went upstairs to the study and cleared off the dark 
oak work desk and pushed it close to the wall. Steven 
probably wondered what the sound of the furniture 
dragging across the wooden floor was all about. I 
grabbed the chair and placed it in front of the desk. 
Then, I got a warm damp cloth and a bottle of baby oil 
from the bathroom and laid it in a bowl and put on the 
desk. The finishing touch? A condom lay right on the 
seat of the chair.

The condom would be Karen's choice. We had no 
particular desire for children but decided that, at her 
age, it was probably not likely that she would get 
pregnant. Besides, at that point it was an extra thrill 
to think that she might get knocked up. I went back 
downstairs to instruct Steven. He was to go upstairs 
and wait in the study, wearing just his Calvin Kliens, 
for Karen. When she went in he was to say hello and 
say, "This time, no one will be coming down the hall, 
and I won't come on your skirt." 

I told him in no uncertain terms that he was to take 
her bent over the desk with her clothes on and her 
skirt bunched up around her hips and her panties and 
hose around her ankles. She'll know what to do once she 
understands the reference. 

Karen arrived at 5:30 on the button, as usual. I hugged 
her and wished her happy birthday. "So where's my 
present, or are we going out!?" 

"It's upstairs in the study," I replied. 

Karen began to undress. 

"No! Leave it on." 

"Sure. What's up your sleeve?" she asked with a wry 
smile. 

I told her to go upstairs and enjoy her present. 

"Are you coming?" she asked. 

"No, I'll just listen to your sounds of glee when you 
finally 'take delivery'. But understand one thing: I do 
want you to have it."

Karen shrugged and began the ascent of the stairs. I 
watched her bottom, her calves, and her hips move up 
the stairs, her hand on the rail. I'd hoped she 
wouldn't be shocked.

I heard her footsteps on the floor above and the sound 
of muffled voices. Then nothing. About five minutes 
later, I heard Karen walk over to the door of the study 
and close it. A few more minutes passed. My heart was 
pounding, my breath thick. I was getting hard. After 
about ten minutes I imagined that they had progressed 
somewhat and that Karen was likely being felt up and 
would soon be on her knees. 

Nearly twenty minutes had passed and there was not a 
single sound to suggest that any rutting had commenced. 
I knew I'd be able to hear the footsteps to the desk 
and then the sound of the desk scraping the floor as 
they went at it. Then, the sound of the chair being 
moved broke the silence. Another few minutes passed. 
Then, the tell tale sign: The desk began gently hitting 
the wall with a familiar rhythm. 

After about 20 minutes of my wife's exquisite moaning 
mingled with the sounds of the desk creaking and 
hitting the wall, I decided I must see this. I climbed 
the stairs and as I went, I could hear sounds that I'd 
only ever heard when Karen and I were making love. I 
could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I approached 
the door. Butterflies began churning in my stomach.

"OH GOD!  I've waited so fucking long for this. Oh 
YES!" I could hear her say in between getting the wind 
knocked out of her. I quietly turned the door knob and 
pushed the door open just enough to glance through. 

What a sight. With the early evening sun pouring in 
through the window I could see my smartly dressed 
little wife bent over the desk. Her hands clutched at 
the sides, her knuckles white with the grip. I had a 
rear view of Steven's glistening back and buttocks. His 
Calvin Kliens were around his ankles right next to 
Karen's hose and panties. I was just in time to see 
Karen bending over the desk. He must have been screwing 
her while she sat on the desk to start with and was now 
about to take her doggy style. 

Steven took his place behind her and grabbed the hem of 
her skirt and began tugging it up. I could just catch a 
glimpse of her ass and crotch as he pushed her skirt up 
over her hips. Then the view of Karen's backside was 
replaced by that of Steven's as he prepared for 
mounting my wife.

Karen's left hand dropped between her legs while her 
right hand propped her up on the desk. She was guiding 
his cock to her opening and shifting her hips a bit for 
the best angle of penetration. Then, as Steven was 
ready for his first thrust, Karen's left hand came up 
to grip the side of the desk. She turned to face the 
wall and enjoy her private birthday stud service. 
Steven's ass cheeks tightened and pushed forward into 
her. Karen let out a deep sigh. I was watching a young 
man fuck my wife. Funny how sex was being used as a 
gift in celebration of her birth. 

I watched in awe as his ass clenched with each thrust 
into Karen's backside, met with a quiver that rippled 
across her milky ass cheeks, her skirt pulled up just 
enough for him to do the deed. I could hear the 
squelching sound of their interlocked sex organs Steven 
quietly going "Shit! This is so nice. I'd love to 
service you anytime you'd like."

Karen replied "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh! Fuck, keep going.... 
Maybe... uhhh... uhhh, OH GOD FUCK ME! AAAhhh... Maybe 
you can meet me... uhhh... at my office... and be my 
stud service..." Karen was almost hissing through her 
teeth as she spoke. "You find me, uhhh... sexy don't 
you. And you like fucking someone else's wife, don't 
you?" 

"I think you're as sexy as it gets, Karen and it would 
be a pleasure. But... Ugh! I'm going to come soon... 
uhhh... ready?" 

"Fuck yes, I want a rough ride! Fuck me like a dog!"

The desk began bashing against the wall quite furiously 
as Steven began humping her in earnest. Karen's feet 
came off the ground and Steven's ass cheeks were really 
pushing in and tightening with his jabs. Steven had to 
keep pushing her skirt up. Karen was being shoved right 
up onto the desk top with his thrusts. 

"OH FUCK... HERE I COME, HONEY! AAAAAHHHH!" Karen 
buckled. Steve, on a hard in-stroke into my wife, 
ejaculated and let out a loud groan and made a few more 
thrusts just to get it all out and into her. She called 
him "Honey" as she came. That was previously reserved 
for me.

I looked to the floor and caught a glimpse of the 
plastic of the condom packet. It was unopened. I 
quietly crept downstairs and waited in the living room. 
about ten minutes later, Steven came down, his hair 
slightly damp and smelling of my wife's perfume and, 
more telling, of her body, looked at me and said "I 
can't charge you for that I should be paying you for 
the privilege of servicing your wife!" He put the five 
hundred dollars on the desk and left. As I later found 
out, he'd planned on taking payment "in kind" on the 
installment plan... from Karen.

Then a few minutes later, Karen crept in, her hair wet 
around the edges of her face her cheeks glowing red and 
her blouse gaping open, her bra off. Her skirt was 
severely wrinkled and her hose were gone. "Thank you!" 
Karen came up to me, her heart still pumping and said 
"How'd you like 'sloppy seconds' with your 'unfaithful' 
wife?"

With that, Karen unbuckled me pulled my pants off and 
pushed me down onto a chair. She hiked her skirt and 
began to straddle me. I could smell her fuck and as she 
positioned herself over me, I felt a drop of warm 
liquid on my leg. Karen dropped down onto me and I felt 
what she meant by sloppy seconds. Her womb was a gooey 
mess. "Sorry I took so long. I blew him for a while and 
he came. It went right down the back of my throat. 

We had to wait awhile so he could get hard enough to do 
me. I'd like him to come down to the office one day and 
fuck me in the supply room." I thought of Steven 
regularly fucking Karen in secret at work and told her: 
"As long as you tell me every detail, you can accept 
his stud services anytime." As she began to ride me 
like a plump corporate female jockey, she said, with 
her glasses slipping down on her nose and her graying 
hair matted to her forehead, "It'll be interesting to 
see which one of you will be the father." 

She knew. On this evening, on her fortieth birthday, 
she really had some life injected into her. As soon as 
she said that, I thought of the feeling of her 
loosened, slick vagina enveloping my cock and unleashed 
a tremendous, pulsing flow of semen into her to join 
with Steven's. 

The following week, Karen came home to tell me that 
Steven had come by the office. She took him into the 
supply room at lunch and let him do her doggy style. 
Strangely enough, he was so nervous he ejaculated 
prematurely and messed up Karen's skirt. Deja vu!

END

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