Sen and I love buying each other gifts, not for birthdays or Christmas, no we have never bothered with them but especially of late we love to buy each other sex toys and me being a bit of a pervy hubby, I have only recently found that I love wearing sexy ladies’ knickers. Good fitting ones that disappear up my bum and only just hold my package. I always know I have them on as my trousers gently rub my cock through the lacy holes, it just turns me on so much, anyway this is a bit of a digression but is pertinent, nonetheless.
It was my 59th birthday and I was working in our bar an hour or so north of Valencia on Spain’s beautiful Orange Blossom Coast. Sen had gone back to the UK to sort out a family problem, bloody kids, you never stop worrying about them. So, we were going to spend our first ever birthday apart. I couldn't get away, as it was short notice, and I couldn't get cover for the bar and apart from Christmas and New Year we never close.
So, you can understand that I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, it was nearly the end of the day, and it was obvious by now that I wasn't going to get a little pressy from Sen to keep me occupied on my birthday night. I had been hoping for one of those huge masturbater toys and perhaps a pair of kinky knickers to keep myself warm on a late November night as I lay all alone in my bed watching porn and perhaps sending Sen some action shots of me cuming but alas, no birthday pressy. But as I said we never did birthday pressies so why would I get one? 'Get a grip you dickhead!' I mouthed silently to myself. 'At least you can sit at home and watch Saturday night TV!' Oh bloody hell, Saturday night TV! Could it actually get any worse?
The last of the Saturday evening lads were just leaving having enjoyed winding each other up for the last couple of hours and moaning that their wives would kill them for being late, again! It was only six o'clock but then we always close early on Saturday to start our weekend together with a glass or three of wine and to relax for the weekend. The lads had been watching the football all afternoon and were now going home to face the music.
I was going to cash up slowly, and then take the short drive home. By now I was really quite down and hadn't noticed the petite but curvaceous Spanish lady come into the bar. I'd seen her before a handful of times, but I think she usually comes in in the morning's when Sen's here. 'Sorry, I was in a world of my own. Carmen isn't it?' 'Yes,' she replied, 'Am I too late for a drink? It looks like you're closing.' 'I am, but I'm in no rush tonight, what can I get you?' 'Can you make me a fresh glass of Sangria?' she asked. 'Sorry, I have no idea how to make it and Sen is away for the weekend, in the UK.' 'Oh OK, no problem I'll just have a very large glass of Rioja instead then please.' 'Carmen, you're Spanish, you should know that measure are all large here.' I know but I'm only having the one and then I want to get in the warm and settle down for the night. I’m sorry Sen's not here to keep you company, what are you going to do with yourself tonight then Cab?' 'I have no idea, that's why I'm in no rush to be honest and it's my birthday. I'll get myself a glass too if you don't mind, can I join you?'
She was far too overdressed for a quick drink in a bar, rather more suited for a night out in a fancy restaurant if you asked me. She had a stunning figure-hugging lemon-yellow dress on, low cut and showing off her breath-taking and beautifully tanned cleavage. In fact, she was a typical stunning Spanish lady with that lovely almost Asian natural tan, all over I would imaging. I was getting semi hard as I imagined her stripping in front of the fire, my cock rubbing against my jeans through my lacy kinky man knickers. It was a good job I was behind the bar, or I might have been embarrassed! Her jet-black hair was beautifully brushed and brought forward over one shoulder covering one of those lovely natural breasts. I almost shuddered at her beauty and how inappropriate her dress was for such a time and place, though marvelled at how she carried it off so well. She looked at me with those stunning Mediterranean brown eyes and for a moment I imagined her looking up at me from her knees. You know the look I mean when a lovely lady looks at you as she’s sucking you and yet the look is a little naughty but also tantalisingly innocent. ‘Stop it!’ I reprimanded myself inwardly.
We moved over to the sofa's and just began to chat. I pulled the shutters down because we were closed, and I didn't want anyone walking in, thinking we were open for business. We chatted about everything and nothing and my mood began to lighten. I didn't want to drink too much and then have to drive home so I suggested that we go back to mine to continue our chat. She was petite, did I mention that, and curvaceous and frankly bloody gorgeous but I wasn't planning on making a move or anything, no way, I love Sen and had no intention of ruining that. Apart from anything else it meant I wouldn't have to watch Saturday night bloody TV! I know what you’re thinking but despite my unguarded filthy thoughts I really wouldn’t try anything on and besides why would such a stunner have any interest in an old fart like me anyway?
Carmen clearly felt a little sorry for me and was happy to come home for a chat and once we got back, I put the fire on and we settled down to continue our conversation. She sat next to me on the couch, which did make me feel a little nervous, but it was OK, right?
She was so easy to talk to and before I knew it we’d polished off a couple of bottles of red. It was then that Carmen unexpectedly put her hand on my thigh and before I knew it we were ripping each other’s cloths off, quite literally, bloody hell, what was going on, we were both totally out of control and I had a hard on to end all hard ons! Of course, one thing about wearing ladies’ knickers is that it’s secret right? And that’s one of the things that makes it so exciting. My mind had been on other things for a little while now and so I’d completely forgotten I was wearing them. So, when Carmen hurriedly unbuttoned my jeans to reveal my rock hard cock appearing from women’s knickers, I though that would be that but no. In fact, it drove her wilder than before, if that were at all possible. ‘Oh, who’s a naughty boy then, wearing his wife’s knickers when she’s away?’ She dropped to her knees and took the whole length of my shaft deep inside her mouth, in and out it went, again and again. And that’s when she looked up at me, from her knees with that look! ‘Oh fuck I’m going to cum!’ I shrieked and with that she stopped, dead. ‘Oh no, we can’t have that Cab, that will not do at all!’ ‘What? Fucking hell, you can’t stop now.’ Too late, she was back on her feet now and stood there in the firelight in matching lemon, very lacy, very sext bra and knickers.
Carmen then led me to the dungeon, yes, the one we have downstairs in the cellar. ‘What the fuck?’ I said. ‘How did you know about the dungeon?’ ‘Shut up!’ she retorted. And led me downstairs like a naughty schoolboy. My mind was raising, this just didn’t add up. Just then my phone rang, it was Sen. And I answered it for fuck sake, I answered it! ‘Errr hello darling.’ I continued now sounding like a guilty, naughty schoolboy. ‘Well, are you enjoying your birthday present?’ she said, but continued before I could think of a response; ‘Now I hope you haven’t cum yet and especially not inside her, as she promised you wouldn’t let you.’’Errr.’ Was all I could stammer.
For fuck sake, now it all made sense. I’ve been set up. That’s why I’d seen Carmen in the bar recently, chatting to Sen. That’s why Carmen came into the bar at closing, that’s why she was so stunningly inappropriately dressed and that’s why she accepted my invitation to come home with me. She’s a fucking hooker. Now that’s an impressive birthday present!
‘You bought me a fucking hooker for my birthday.’ I blurted out. ‘And I’m all alone with her. I thought we didn’t do that Sen.’ The immediate irony was not lost. My moral indignation. ‘What a twat you are,’ Sen rightly berated me. ‘She’s a swinger like us and she’s from just down the coast. She’ll be staying with us tonight.’ ‘Staying with us?’ I questioned. ‘Yes darling, staying with us. I’ve just landed in Valencia and cleared passport control. I just have to collect the car and I’ll be home to help you enjoy your birthday pressie. But remember, no cuming inside her at least until I get home, I don’t want to miss this for the world.? And with that she rang off.
‘So, you’re a swinger Carmen? Are you enjoying yourself? Has this whole thing turned you on?’ We crashed onto the bed in the dungeon furiously snogging and my hand went straight inside her gorgeous knickers and felt to see if this was a sham and she was just a great actress or if she really was enjoying herself. There was no doubt, she was sopping wet and I was harder than ever now, if that were possible. It was now guilt free and we were going to have the time of our lives, living out one of Sen’s long held fantasies of watching me fuck a petite woman in front of her. She really is the best wife a man could have and… and how the fuck was I not going to be able to come for an hour and a half with this beauty and knowing Sen would be almost drowning in her own juices as she drove home????
As it happened, it wasn’t so difficult. Carmen brought me to the point of Cumming several times all without allowing me to actually get inside her. This was no problem as I was enjoying making her cum several times by sucking her gorgeous shaven cunt and repeatedly hard fingering her. In fact, the time flew and before I knew it Sen was on her way down the stairs and I jumped up and snogged her, sharing Carmen’s fanny juice with her and she lapped it up. ‘You have a lovely tasting cunt Carmen.’ Sen commented in a very matter of fact way. ‘Now how about you have a taste of mine?’
Carmen laid down on the bed and held onto the bottom of wrought iron headboard. I was now ridding Carmen in the missionary position and once undressed Sen was hovering over Carmen’s mouth whilst holding onto the top of the headboard, with Carmen sucking hard on Sens fanny and clit. Sen came very quickly, rather unsurprisingly as she must have been imagining this all night. I held back from Cumming as I knew what Sen wanted to see, so I withdrew before it was too late. Mind you I couldn’t keep doing this, I needed to cum and cum soon!
‘Carmen,’ Sen ordered, ‘get on your hands and knees and let me see him fuck you from behind.’ I was only too happy to oblige. ‘I’m not going to take long!’ I announced as I rode her from behind and feeling her juice ooze out of her hole and knowing what Sen was going to do next I came like I’ve never cum before, it was explosive and after a few more increasingly gentle thrusts I withdrew to allow my now gasping gorgeous wife to gorge on my cock as she sucked mine and Carmen’s juices hungrily from me. I could almost not handle the inexplicable sensation ripping through my whole body as she did but I managed and I was now completely shagged out. I slumped into our armchair to allow a good view of the culmination of my birthday celebrations. Sen gently laid Carmen down and sucked every last drop of cum and juice from Carmen’s nether regions, as Carmen came yet again. Sen got to her knees, turned and smiled at me with the broadest smile. ‘Happy Birthday darling.’ She grinned, she really was the cat who got the cream.
We have a gargantuan bed and we were all completely knackered, so without showering, we all cuddled down and slept the most satisfied sleep. Waking gently from time to time to lightly kiss the one we were closest too at the time. What a night!
When we woke in the morning there was a little more gentle kissing and cuddling, we all masturbated, got showered, dressed, had some brekky and then we drove Carmen to recover her car from the bar. We all agreed that; ‘we really must do this again.’ And I’m sure we will!
