Speaker 1: Welcome to sexy stories after dark. Ah, the hotel room
smelled like my perfume and his anticipation. I'd been teasing
him since breakfast, a hand on his thigh under the
restaurant table, my tongue tracing the rim of my coffee
cup while I held his gaze, the slow unbuttoning of
my blouse in the elevator when we were the only
two riding up. By four o'clock, he was practically vibrating.
I'd let him kiss my neck in the cab let,
his fingers creep up my skirt until my hand caught
his wrist. Not yet, I'd whispered, And a sound he made,
half grown, half whimper, told me he was exactly where
I wanted him now. He sat on the edge of
the king sized bed, jacket, discarded shirt, sleeves rolled to
the elbow, his fifty year old hands gripping his own
knees like a schoolboy waiting for a lecture. The gray
at his temples caught the lamplight. I loved that gray.
I'd earned that gray with him, year by year, wrinkle
by wrinkle, fuck by fuck. The knock came at seven sharp, stay,
I said, pointing one manicured finger at him. Don't move,
don't peek, he laughed, nervous, excited, and I wheeled the
door open to find exactly what I'd arranged. A box
nearly five feet tall, wrapped in gold paper, perched on
a rolling luggage cart. The hotel concierge had been well
tipped and discreet. I'm maneuvered it through the doorway, the
cart's wheels silent on the carpet. His eyes went wide. Jesus, em,
what did you do? I positioned the box at the
foot of the bed, took a step back, and let
my voice crack with the joy I'd been holding in
all day. Happy birthday Baby. The lid flew open, gold
wrapping paper fluttered to the carpet, and there she was,
a blonde blur in white cotton panties and a training
braw pigtails, bouncing braces, glinting under the lights as she
jumped up and down with the glee of a girl
who spent weeks counting down to this moment. Happy Birthday.
She squealed, and it echoed off the hotel walls. My
husband's jaw hung slack, his mouth opened, closed, opened again.
He looked from the girl to me, then back to her,
like his brain was refused to process what his eyes
were delivering. I slid beside him, pressed my lips to
his ear, and let my voice drop to the register
I used when I wanted him hard. This little beauty
is your gift. I wanna fuck, the blonde announced, still bouncing,
making the box wobble. Laughter bubbled up my throat. I
bit it back. It's her birthday today too, I said,
my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. She just
turned eighteen. He made a sound something between a choke
and a laugh, and his hand found my hip gripped hard.
You're insane. I'm thorough, I corrected. The blonde stepped out
of the box, all pale limbs and nervous energy, and
planted her hands on her hips. Her pigtails swung. I
want cunt, she said, grinning wide enough to show the
pink rubber bands on her braces and cock both at
the same time. She said excitedly. She winked at me,
but I'm flexible. My husband's breath left him in a rush.
I felt it hot against my throat. She wants an
old man and his slutty wife to break her in.
I murmured, and the word slutty landed like a match
on gasolene. His fingers dug into my hip. The girl's
eyes lit up properly. She added no half measures, three strides,
and I was on her. My mouth met hers first,
not gentle, not introductory, but hungry. She tasted like cherry
lip gloss and something electric underneath, something young and eager.
Her lips parted and I felt the unfamiliar ridge of
braces against my tongue, and I moaned into her, surprised
by how much I liked it, how much I liked her.
Behind me, I heard my husband stand, you're shaking, I
whispered against her mouth. Good shaking. She breathed, promise. Then
his hands were on both of us, one sliding up
my spine, one tangling in her pigtail. And she gasped
and I laughed, and the three of us tumbled toward
the bed in a tangle of limbs and cotton and silk.
Her training braw came off, first my blouse, then his shirt.
She had small breasts, pink tipped and perfect, And when
my husband's mouth closed over one nipple, she arched off
the mattress like she'd been electrocuted. The sound she made
was high and startled and utterly genuine. Oh, she whimpered, Oh,
that's that's I straddled her face before she could finish
the scentine, not to silence her, to give her something
else to do with that pretty mouth. She took to
it like she'd been waiting her whole life. Her tongue
found me through the lace of my thong, probing, curious,
then confident, and I rocked forward, bracing my hands on
the headboard, watching my husband watch us. His eyes were dark,
his chest was heaving, his mouth was still wet from
her breast. She's a natural, I managed. His response was
to spread her thighs and lower his head. The girl bucked, muffled,
desperate sounds, vibrated against my cunt as his tongue found
her through those ridiculous white panties. I reached down and
yanked the fabric aside, exposing her pink, waxed bare, glistening.
Already she was soaked. My husband looked up at me,
a question in his eyes, and I nodded. His mouth descended.
She screamed into me. Her hips jerked, but I bore down,
trapping her, and the sound she made shifted from surprise
to surrender. I felt it in my clit that sound,
felt it buzz through my whole body. Good girl, I purred,
Such a good little birthday girl. Time dilated after that,
became a smear of heat and texture and sound. I
moved off her face, and she sat up, gasping her
chin slick, and looked at me with wild eyes. I
want to taste him, she said, please, I need to
taste him. My husband was already on his back before
I could answer. His cock stood thick and dark against
his belly, the head beaded with pre comb. She crawled
toward him on hands and knee, pigtails swinging, and when
she took him in her mouth, he groaned like he'd
been gut punched. Careful of the I started braces, she finished,
popping off for a breath. I know I've practiced. She
grinned up at me on bananas, a lot of bananas.
Then she swallowed him again, and I watched her throat work,
watched her jaw stretch, watched my husband's hands fist in
the sheets. Something hot and proprietary bloomed in my chest.
This is my gift. I did this. I gave him
this girl. I crawled behind her, pressed kisses down her spine,
lower the small of her back, the swell of her ass.
I spread her cheeks and found her wet and open
and waiting, and my tongue slid into her from behind
while she gagged on my husband's cot. If you want
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