Audrey's Anniversary Surprise

Audrey stood in front of the floor length hotel mirror and removed her earrings one after the other. The dark floral wall paper swallowed almost all of the light in the already dim room, and she admired her statuesque presence her gown and heels gave her one last time before kicking them off. Barefoot, she walked to the center of the room to the bed as she heard the sink in the bathroom turn off. She reached for her travel bag that would contain her earrings and other jewelry and as she grabbed it she felt her phone inside buzz.

John stepped out of the bathroom, patting his face with a towel before tossing it back in. His tie undone, the male marker of an evening completed. He pulled his shoes off and laid down on the bed on top of the covers.

"What a fantastic dinner. The perfect way to celebrate 5 years." He said. "Thank you so much for setting that up, babe. I love you so much."

A wry, quiet smile washed over Audrey's face. Her silence saying nothing, but obviously a lot, John's curiosity piqued.

"What?" He asked "What is it?"

"Nothing." She responded. "I find it amusing that you think that all I'd plan is a dinner."

John squinted. "Aud.. What are you up to?" He asked with a smile.

Audrey smiled and unlocked her phone. She glanced at the door and back to her husband. She took a moment to admire his demeanor in the face of uncertainty. Privately, she had a running list of his fantasies, and was checking them off as surprises on random anniversaries. The twist was, whenever she'd cater to his desires, she would combined it with a fantasy of her own. What's his was hers and vice versa. That didn't stop in fantasy land for her.

She reached into her gown pocket and pulled out a velvet blindfold and tossed it on his lap.

"Trust me." She said. "This is going to be extremely hot. But there are going to be rules. Think you can manage?"

"Without any other information, I think I have no other choice but to accept." He said sarcastically. He pursed his lips hoping to hide the nervous energy that spiked within. "What are the rules?"

Audrey sidled over along slide the bed. "There are three rules. Rule number one. Your hands only get to touch what I say they can touch. That includes yourself."

John nodded with a self assured smile. "Easy." He said. Audrey sat next to him on the bed.

"Rule number two. Your lips only get to touch my lips." She followed with.

John cocked his head. His heart rate elevated and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "What else would they be touching?" He asked. Audrey shushed him immediately and grabbed his hands. The warmth cemented his trust in her. She looked into his eyes and gave him a kiss. "Ok." He said "What's rule number three?"

The was a light knock on the door. His heart rate spiked again immediately.

"Rule number three. No peeking." And she placed the velvet blindfold food over his eyes. He felt the bed rise with her having stood up and after hearing a few footsteps, could tell Audrey had dimmed the lights even further.

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Seconds felt like minutes as John sat in the darkness. His other senses heightened, he could hear the latch of the door and a different set of footsteps. The room instantly crackling with the presence of another person. They were wearing shoes, that they also kicked off. Their footsteps were heavier than Audrey's, their stride longer and assured, masking Audrey's own footsteps. John turned his head around as if to see better with his ears. He sat upright in the bed, kicking his legs out and feet to the floor. Audrey sat back next to him.

"So there's no need to feel threatened or afraid. This is not a stranger." She said. "I want you to have a thrilling and sense heightened experience for this fantasy of yours, and I want you to give me all control. I'm going to describe to you what's happening as we go through the evening and will tell you when your input is needed. Is that understood?"

John nodded.

"Excellent." She said. "We'll begin."

John could hear and sense Audrey fidgeting to remove her gown from over her head. He also heard the dull clang of a belt buckle and pants falling to the floor.

"Oh wow. Ok. Well. You look ready. That's good." Audrey said, directed at the other presence. "John, standing in front of us is a handsome fella. He's tall with brown hair and blue eyes. He looks like you if you were to have taken that Captain America serum." She held back a snort. "He looked good in a suit, of which he's only wearing half now."

John could feel his face going flush. "Which half is he still wearing?" He asked.

"The jacket. Which he's now also removing."

John could hear and feel a clump of fabric land next him on the bed, obviously tossed by this new person.

"He's gazing at my breasts. Oh my gown is also removed. I should have said that, sorry. My gown is removed, but my bra and panties are still on. Should I take my bra off?"

John knew the question wasn't for him.

"Ok.. John, the bra is coming off. Actually John, why don't you help me." Audrey said. He felt her twist next to him. He felt around for her bare back and followed her spine to the clasp. One handed, he deftly undid her bra.

"Yeah that's better." She said.

The pauses and silence between her speaking were intensely long for how short they actually were. She was clearly shifting around next to him some more. Adjusting herself.

"Wha.. what's happening now?" John said with a slight hitch in his breath.

Another intense pause.

"God that thing is big. Uh, right, John, our guest here is in his underwear. We're kind of just staring at each other. I'm squeezing my tits together and admiring the effect it's having on him. Fuck that's hot." She finally got out. "I'm going to pull his underwear down."

Was that footsteps slowly approaching the bed? Audreys weight shifted causing John to tilt towards her. He caught himself.

"I'm pulling at the waist band... Oh! Jesus."

"What?" John asked.

"Nothing. Sorry." Audrey said with a slight snicker. "This thing is just soo long. And heavy too."

Audrey's voice went down a step. In a huskier and hushed tone she said "So he's at least twice as long as you. It's very thick in the middle, and quite vascular. He's still getting fully hard for me and it's twitching with his heartbeat. It's so hot, John." He felt her lips come to his ear and she said barely over a whisper "It's resting on my arm and it's practically up to my elbow." There was an unmistakable sound of flesh lightly slapping flesh. "God it's so warm too."

John could feel his ears as if they were being held up to a hot kettle. Pressure of all sorts had been building up through out his body. He kept his arms and hands by his side even though every ounce of him wanted to reach up and rip the blindfold off with one hand and pleasure himself with the other.

"I don't think he's even fully hard or anything yet. Are you? No. I can feel it still growing though along my arm." Audrey said. "Let's see if John is liking this."

She reached between John's legs and he felt her grab his shaft.

"Oh yeah. I thought so." Her voice deeper and slower yet. "He's as hard as a rock. Those pants must be super uncomfortable for you, John." Audrey said, and then she let go.

"So" Audrey said, directed almost privately at John in a whisper. "What's going to happen is I'm going to suck his cock. It's hovering out in front of us now, and I'm stroking it very slowly." John could now sense the slight movement in her body, painting the picture of her hand on the hung guest, moving back and forth. "He's throbbing, John. And he.. he needs my mouth on him. Is that ok?"

John was still for a moment. "Yeah.." he said. "It sounds like he needs a release."

"Oh yes." Audrey said coyly. "I can tell he does. So I'm going to do that now and I want you to just sit and listen. Try and picture me with a big fat cock in my mouth, ok? And as you picture it, know that's exactly what's happening, only inches from you."

John went to say something in an attempt to be sexy, but Audrey's face had already moved away. In its place was a sound akin to kissing. But wetter, and more vigorous. He turned his head to aim his ear at where he thought it was coming from. The clicks and the smacks of her lips became sharper. He could match an image of her head bobbing back and forth to what he was hearing. He pictured her full breasts swinging in the opposite direction as she bent over to reach this big cock with her mouth.

John himself was straining impossibly against his suit pants. The fabric was fully tented and he thrusted slightly back and forth and bit his lip as his will to obey continued the wage a war against moving his hands to touch.. something. Anything.

A short gasp followed by some quick slick stroking sounds preceded Audrey saying "No moving, baby. No touching. Remember?" And like a diver trying to gather as much loot from a treasure chest, she dove back down on to the huge cock.

John could smell the extra maleness in the room now. The cologne, mixed with the sweat, wafted his way, further painting the erotic portrait of his wife's sex act unfolding in his mind. John could sense the two of them succumbing to the moment and he felt himself more in his true position of observer, minus the observing part.

Audrey broke away again. Another sharp gasp. The slick stroking, slower now, continued as Audrey turned to John. "Kiss me." She said. John leaned into her and found her mouth with his. Her full lips were coated and wet. A musky, salty essence was overpowering her usual taste. Their mouths embraced as John felt an overwhelming pride for his wife wash over him. She was working that cock like a champ. She was so hot.

"I know you want to taste that cock. But you can only be with me." She said, her lips not leaving his. "Can you taste him on me though?"

John nodded through the kiss. She sucked on his tongue as if to recreate the act for him, smiling at the end. "Good." She said. "I think he's close. Where should he put his cum?"

John was taken aback by his permission to have input. He didn't know what to say. His mind started reeling and picturing all the usual suspects of where he liked to cum for his wife. On her tits, on her ass after doggy style, in her pussy.. he went through the list over and over until she was just covered in cum in his mind.

Audrey had gone back to sucking cock. Slow, deliberate strokes pulsed into John's ears. "He should fill up your mouth." John said with conviction.

"Mmm yeah he absolutely should huh. Ok, you heard him. Fill me up." Audrey said, as if her mouth was too close to a microphone.

John could sense their guest adjusting. Was that his feet peeling off and replanting in the floor, squaring up for the final touches? Audrey's lips smacked on the head of his cock, big wet kisses meant to drive him over the edge. "I'm doing that thing you like, John." She said, which he knew meant lapping her tongue all around the head and focusing on the sensitive underside.

Audrey grabbed John's hand and clasped her fingers through his. The lapping gave way to a speedy bobbing as Audrey coaxed the big fat cock past the point of no return. The male figure John painted in his own mind didn't stand a chance, and when Audrey started to moan he knew the deed had been done. He could hear her swallow greedily and as quickly as she could until breaking free with a loud gasp. She panted loudly as he felt her collapse next to him.

John had almost came at least three different times but he was closest right now. He felt if he budged even the smallest amount, the feeling of the fabric against his engorged cock head would absolutely be enough to start him spewing. He clenched his fists and bit down on his lower lip to prevent his own undoing.

Audrey stood and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "You wait right here. I'm going to see our guest out. Then it's your turn."

As soon as John heard the door close, he ripped off the blindfold. Even the dim light was enough to make him squint as his eyes adjusted. Audrey appeared from the shadows with the biggest grin on her face. She was gorgeous. Topless and radiant and beaming with her own success.

"Audrey. That was incredible." John said "that has to be the hottest thing you've ever done. Who the fuck was that??"

Audrey didn't break stride and stepped over a different pair of Johns pants and shoes on her way to the bed. She got one knee up and then the other straddling him and came in for a big kiss. John had to brace himself and turned to see his own suit jacket on the bed next to him.

"It can be whoever you want it to be." She said, and pinned him into the bed with her kiss.