(L) – This story contains strong language.
There I was on the night of my 40th birthday, alone in a hotel room.
This was supposed to be a romantic evening with my wife in the Westin on the top floor penthouse—a beautiful woman, in a beautiful room, overlooking the city and making love all night.
Sadly, my wife’s work obligations sent her out of town, and we had a non-refundable room.
I went out with a buddy and we had steaks, then he went back to the suburbs to his family, and I to my room.
So there I was, watching the game alone on my 40th birthday night.
Then came a knock came to the door. I opened the door to see the bellman with a note. “You received a call downstairs and we were asked to deliver this to you,” the man said.
“Thank you,” I replied as I tipped the man and shut the door.
I opened the note and read it.
Baby,
I feel so incredibly bad for missing this night with you. I wanted to enjoy dinner, the view, the room and especially the bed with you.
I got you a surprise that should be at your door shortly. I also put an envelope in your bag, give that to the next knock at the door.
– Your loving MILF wife!
Knock knock sounded at the door.
Opening the door, I was greeted with a brunette goddess.
She had her hair down, wearing tight jeans and black stilettos. A pushup bra under her classy top made her tits compliment her tight figure nicely. She had her makeup, hair and nails all nicely done up, and she had a bag slung over her shoulder.
“Can I help you?” I asked as I looked at her up and down.
“Are you Mr. DILF?” she asked. “A Mrs. MILF sent me to your room and gave me this note to give you.”
I opened the note and it read,
Sorry again I couldn’t be there. I got you this present, enjoy the night!
Kiss…Kiss…Kiss.
“Well, I’m more fun in the room, if you know what I mean?” she said expectantly.
I opened the door for her and let her into the room, staring at her ass as she walked across the room.
We sat on the sofa and I offered her a drink. She took it and said, “So, it’s your birthday and your wife couldn’t make it. So she sent me! She told me how much you love lingerie, heels and toys, so I have some items you will enjoy in my bag. If you don’t mind, I’ll go freshen up in the bathroom and get ready. Did your wife give you an envelope?”
“Yes, she said there’s one in my bag.” I answered, while getting up and moving to the bag. Finding the envelope, I opened it and saw $1,000 in fresh $100 bills!
I moved back to the woman and handed her the envelope. She peered at the money, appearing to make a mental note. Then she stood up, kissed my cheek, and moved to the bathroom with her bag.
“Clean yourself up and sit down baby,” she said. “Also, you might want to hydrate. I’m about to drain you. All of you.” She added a wink, then retreated into the bathroom.
My phone buzzed with a text from my wife.
“Did my gift arrive?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
Then as I was texting a further reply, it buzzed again.
“Why are you texting me? Enjoy your birthday, and her! Tell me about her later. I’ll be pleasuring myself thinking about you banging her! I love you!”
As I was responding to my wife’s text, the woman emerged from the bathroom and said, “Put that away and come play with me.”
She lit a few candles and turned the rest of the lights off, so that the low light came only from the city lights and the candles.
My eyes fixed on her. She wore black stilettos and a rhinestone choker around her neck. Her belly ring shimmered with her earrings in the night light. Her hand held a smaller bag which she set on the bed. She walked around me, flaunting her body to me.
“Sit and watch me put on my lingerie,” she said.
I sat on the sofa, watching her slowly pull on black stockings. Then she put on a black and pink lace thong, followed by a matching girdle, snapping it to the stocking and making sure her ass was centered in the girdle. Next, she put on a pink and black lace pushup bra, shoving her firm tits together, forming a shelf with them.
“Come here DILF,” she said seductively. “See if you like. Now you can touch.”
I stood up, the blood now pumping hard to my dick. My hands found her ass and she pulled me in.
“My name is Vikki. I’m hoping that’s what you will be screaming later.” She put her hands on my dick, through my slacks. “Oh, that’s nice! Your wife told me you have such a great cock and that you give the most intense orgasms. Let’s see if your wife is correct.”
She undid my belt and button on my slacks, lowered my pants and underwear, and let my cock spring out. She went to her knees and began to softly kiss the head of my cock, then opened wide, locked her eyes on mine, and she stuck my cock completely in her mouth. I could feel the head of my cock slide into her throat as she slowly sucked it.
My head fell back in pleasure, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. It was an out-of-body experience.
When she sensed I could gather my thoughts again, she stood up and said, “Oh, that’s a nice cock, your wife was right,” Vikki said to me. “Now sit down and let me pleasure myself for you. Your wife said you like to watch this.”
I sat down on the sofa as she laid on the bed and produced a vibrating dildo. She began to play with it around her clit while pinching her tits. She played slowly at first, and then began to move the dildo in and out.
Her moans made me even more turned on. My hands moved to stroke my cock, without my brain even reregistering what I was doing.
Her hand went back to the bag and produced a cock ring, and she tossed it to me.
“Put this on,” Vikki demanded.
I stood up and put the cock ring on while Vikki continued plowing her pussy with the toy.
I moved to her, and stuck my face on her pussy.
“Oh God yes, eat that pussy!” Vikki exclaimed.
Her hands moved to my head, forcing me into her pussy. My tongue sought out all of her pussy’s crevices, licking and sucking all of them.
She handed me the dildo, and I plowed it into her pussy while playing with her clit in my mouth.
“Shit, I’m going to cum in your mouth,” she gasped. “Keep going and don’t stop. Oh shit!” Vikki exclaimed as she began to cum hard on my face.
I stood up and wiped my face, but she sat up, grabbed me, and pushed me backwards on the bed. She immediately lowered her mouth over my cock, sucking it for all she was worth. My cock was now as wet as Vikki’s pussy, from the work of her mouth. Keeping my cock in her mouth, she moved over me in a 69 position so I could again eat her pussy. Both of us made sounds of delight as we pleasured each other.
I pulled her face off my cock and stood her up, moving us both to the windows overlooking the city.
I bent Vikki over a chair, and slid my rock hard, soaking wet cock into her post-cum pussy. Her pussy was as good as I had hoped and more. It was tight, warm, wet and inviting. Her tight ass bounced with every stoke of my body. My balls, full of cum, slammed against her, and as a professional, she took it all.
“Oh yes, is this how you fuck your wife?” Vikki asked with a moan. “Do you wish you were fucking her now? Oh fuck, yes baby! Fuck me harder, fuck me like a whore!”
I did, just as she asked.
Her left heel was now up on the window sill, opening her up to me even more. I had to slow down my pace in her tight pussy, or I was to cum, and I couldn’t release yet.
Sensing this, she pulled me out of her and turned around. She went to her knees and began to slowly suck and play with my cock. She was a professional. She knew how to give me just enough to keep me on the edge without going over.
After a bit more slow cock sucking, she stood up and we moved back to the bed.
She pushed me on my back onto the bed and climbed up on top of me, smiling down at me.
“I heard you like being ridden hard by your wife,” Vikki said, as she took my cock and slid it inside her pussy.
I immediately started to make big thrusts in and out of her soaked pussy. Juice started to run down my shaft and coat my balls as I pounded her pussy. Her hands found my chest and shoulders, feeling my muscles as they worked to pound her. She pushed off my chest and sat up, showing me, her lingerie-covered body and playing with her firm breasts.
She stopped and started to turn around on my body.
“I know you want to see your big cock pound my pussy. Your wife said so. Look at that cock pounding my pussy. Do you see me running down your shaft? Do you see how good you make me feel? Keep pounding me baby,” Vikki encouraged, while I continued having my way with her.
I tossed her off of me, afraid I would cum and not wanting to finish yet. Vikki knew. She knew all too well. She smiled, knowing she was now in control of my body. She grabbed her vibrating dildo and went back to playing with her pussy. She laid on the bed and put her head off the side of the bed.
“Come feed your cock to me,” Vikki said. “I want you in my mouth while I cum.”
I stood up and set my cock on her face. She opened wide and slid my cock into her mouth. She worked one hand on the dildo and the other on my ass, controlling my strokes into her mouth. My hands found her tits, and I began to squeeze them. My hands ran all over her body, as so did my eyes, wanting to take in every image of the night. She began to tense up and ram my cock hard into her mouth. I knew she was about to cum again.
Pleasure beamed from her body. Stifled moans and screams of ecstasy came from her as my cock stayed in her mouth. Finally, she pulled me out.
“Okay,” Vikki said, catching her breath. “I’ve had my two orgasms. Now for me to drain you. Take the cock ring off and get ready.”
I did as I was asked, my cock going slightly limp as the blood regulated. Vikki took this as a challenge, stroking me to get rock hard again. I moved Vikki to the bed side.
I slid back inside her sweet, wet walls. She wrapped her legs around me, letting me feel her stockings and heels. I picked her up and began to fuck her in the air, her ass now bouncing off my cock.
“Oh, shit baby! Fuck me against the windows!” Vikki exclaimed.
I did as I was asked and carried her—still on my cock—over to the windows and started to fuck her like the whore she was.
Feeling the cum building up, I set her right leg to the ground and kept pumping.
Vikki, took the cue and hit her knees. She began to beg for my cum, willing it to come out of my body. “Do it baby. Paint me with that hot cum. Your wife says you shoot big thick ropes of cum. Well, paint me!”
I exploded on Vikki. Thick ropes, as I was asked, painted her tits and upper chest. She relished in delight of her accomplishment.
I spent a moment taking in the scene, looking at this woman oozing sex and dripping in my cum. I wanted to remember this.
“Happy birthday,” Vikki said as she kissed me. “I’m going to take a shower and let myself out. You were wonderful.”
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After she left, I retreated to the guest bath and showered off myself, still not believing what I had just done.
When I walked back into the living area, my wife was on the sofa, wearing one of my t-shirts, some bedtime shorts, and her black stilettos.
ESPN was still on. The game had been missed—apparently “one for the ages”—I could have cared less.
“Well, did you enjoy Vikki for your birthday?” my wife asked. “Was I able to surprise you?”
I replied, “That was the best birthday I have ever had! I can’t wait for next year. You’re the greatest!” We sat and looked over the city, both reliving what we had just done for each other. I can’t believe my wife did all that for me. Her alter ego, Vikki Rubbs, sure does make a great birthday present!
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