An Eighteenth Birthday Present

It was a Friday night. Last orders had been called and Carla had ushered most of the clientele out of the pub. All that was left were a few of us free-use wives and husbands, Ella, her friend Stacey and Stacey’s boyfriend. It was his eighteenth birthday.

I was ready to go and have a hard session on Carla’s fucking machine. She’d been sexting me all day, telling me how nasty her fucking machine was going to be to me, to my asshole and cunt, how there was nothing loving about what this brute was going to put me through and how I had no choice to take every millimetre and every second of it. I was so hyped up, I was so ready.

But I had to wait for Carla, who was tidying up, and with the doors of the pub locked, the discussion between those of us remaining got filthy really quickly, resulting in Stacey telling of her boyfriend’s ample, hard cock, how her made her cum every single time, and how what he really wanted for his eighteenth birthday was anal, and she didn’t want to do that.

We tried to let her know what she was missing, we really did, but she wasn’t budging. I glanced at my husband, my husband at me, Anna at me and then, casually as if offering to make a quiche for a charity sale, Anna said what if one of us offered our asshole for him to fuck, as a birthday present. He looked shocked, Stacey looked surprised, and then, the surprise faded, a twinkle appeared in her eye, and with a loving touch to her boyfriend, looking at him deeply in the eyes, she said she’d be happy with that, and as she looked round the room, she stated, simply, matter of factly, that if he got an appetite for it, we’d have to let him service our assholes, as she’s not losing a great boyfriend because he got anal wanderlust.

We women were likely about to agree, but Rose’s husband spoke up, suggesting that, in the spirit of fairness, for each time Stacey’s boyfriend fucked one of us women’s assholes, her husband should get to fuck Stacey’s cunt. Call it payment for renting our his wife’s asshole, instead of letting her boyfriend fuck her own.

Stacey seemed happy with the plan, her boyfriend not so much. So, Stacey offered him a simple choice. Accept the deal, he gets assholes and other men get her cunt, or stop on about anal forever. Rose produced a bottle of lube and placed it on the table, ramping up pressure on him. He asked if Carla was included. Carla said yes, and offered the assistant barman to get the reward of fucking Stacey. The barman liked that idea.

Stacey’s boyfriend looked around, seemingly trying to find someone to say it was a bad idea, someone to say she was his girlfriend and his was the only cock that should fill her cunt. There was no one. It was the wrong crowd for that conversation. It felt to him like he was giving his girlfriend’s cunt away, almost too cheaply, and what was worse is that she seemed to think it was a good idea. Faced with these realities, he picked up the lube, and asked who would be first. I only heard four voices, and almost in unison, they said “Mira.” I’d been volunteered. Not that I minded. My asshole was his to use. Stacey suggested she’d fuck my husband the following day. He happily agreed.

As Carla pulled the pub curtains closed, I was helpfully arranged on one of the pub sofas, my skirt flipped up, my feet moved apart so my asshole was cock height, my ass exposed, my cunt just visible between my legs. Tanya took the lube and started lubing my asshole, Ella lubing Stacey’s boyfriend’s cock, which got instantly hard, not just because he was about to unexpectedly sodomise some poor woman, but that his girlfriend’s best friend was wanking his cock with lube, getting it ready for what was coming. Ella wanking him was a fantasy itself.

My husband moved his chair to get a better viewing angle for my ass fuck, and Stacey went and stood in front of his new position, facing away from him. She put her hands up under a dress, and only giving him a tiny flash of ass cheek, she slipped her teeny tiny fire red thong panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She crouched down to pick them up, turned and stuff them in his top pocket, then sat on his lap, making sure she wasn’t sitting on any part of her dress, making sure her naked ass was resting on his trousered lap. She felt his cock react, just as she hoped it would.

When both Stacey’s boyfriend’s cock and my asshole were well lubed, Anna took over, lining his cock up and gently, soothingly, talking him through penetrating my asshole, his first ever ass fuck. She kept him aligned as he nudged against my well-lubed pucker, his glans pushing in fairly easily. Anna stopped him from driving straight in, telling him to stop and let my asshole relax to accommodate his size, and he was getting bigger, the enormity of what he was doing was getting to his cock.

Once I was ready (she knew how to read me), she had him pull most of the way out, added more lube to his cock and told him to push in with constant pressure, only stopping when his balls touched my ass cheeks.

Stacey meanwhile had reached under her skirt, unzipped my husband’s fly, pulled out his cock and under cover of her dress, she was rubbing his glans against her cunt lips. He was growing like mad, and Stacey very soon just pushed his glans in through her cunt lips, his cock growing into her cunt, and once she had let go, she pushed down to get his cock as far into her as they could, without him thrusting.

The cock in my asshole was still getting harder, and was enormous, and Anna told him to start fucking, slowly at first, full length strokes, getting harder and faster over time, occasionally briefly stopping for a re-lube. As he got up to speed with my ass fuck, I looked over my shoulder, primarily to see him driving in, but past him, I saw Stacey, I saw her slow movements. I knew where my husband’s cock was. I’d done exactly the same movements on a beach when I was trying to get fucked without anyone realising. I also saw his hands grabbing at her clothed tits, briefly kneading them when he thought no one was looking. Stacey’s smile told me how much she was enjoying all this.

As Stacey’s boyfriend got properly up to speed and was slamming his balls into my ass cheeks hard and often, Ella reached under my body and pulled my tits out of my dress, his hard slamming movements making my tits snap backwards and forwards with every stroke, getting me more excited with every stroke.

He ploughed on hard, powered by the longevity of youth and the excitement of getting to fuck an asshole, but he ended up cumming pretty quickly. Disappointing, but it was his first time at anal and he was ridiculously excited and hard. The barman however very quickly volunteered to be next man in, realising I wasn’t done and needed more ass fucking. Tanya lubed him up, and Stacey’s boyfriend, with his rapidly softening cock still out, went back to kiss his girlfriend, who was still impaled on my husbands’ cock. Her boyfriend didn’t notice, such was how her dress was arranged and he settled in to watch my continued ass invasions.

Still impaled on my husband’s cock, and still making those tiny movements to keep his cock rock solid, Stacey and Ella stripped their tops off, their naked tits swinging and then crushing against each other as they kissed, not gentle pecks, but hard, tonguey snogs, lovers snogs. I could tell the barman was repeatedly glancing at them as his cock was getting even bigger in my asshole. I moaned, telling him he was so big, as I glanced back and saw my husband making the small movements now, as Stacey was preoccupied with snogging Ella. I knew my husband would want to play with those fantastic tits of Stacey’s, tits that were a glorious 32H, another fantastic swinging pair, just like my husband loves, but he knew Stacey’s boyfriend was watching occasionally now, so decided to wait until tomorrow, when she was officially all his. I noticed Stacey and Ella were watching us too, groping each other’s tits but not kissing now, all attention on the barman fucking my asshole hard.

I think Anna realised I was about to cum, as she knelt down beside me, and pushed three fingers into my naturally sloppy cunt, giving me something to clamp down on as I came. The barman didn’t slow down despite my moans and obvious cumming, and ploughed straight on as Anna withdrew her fingers now dripping with my juices, sucked on one herself, offered Stacey one to suck clean and offered the barman the last one.

As I came down from my orgasm, settling into a hard ass fuck again, I looked back to my husband clamping down on Stacey’s thighs with his hands and shuddering. He was cumming in her, her mouth opened as she felt him twitch and felt his cum spurting and collecting inside her, and as she closed it, she had the most massive dirty smile.

Once he was done, she lifted herself up just a touch whilst he put his cock away, and then she got up and went to snuggle with Ella, continuing their snogging, not like friends, but like lovers.

My husband came and crouched in front of me, his hand reaching round to roughly grab a tit, his other hand at the back of my head, and him gently kissing me as the barman drove into my asshole hard. I whispered in his ear “You came.” and he smiled and whispered back “So did she.” His light gentle affection at my face contrasted with his rough treatment of my tit and the hard pounding of my asshole.

It was a while of good hard sodomy before the barman came, and he came hard, spurting over and over, just as my husband had done in Stacey’s secret fuck. I was aware Tanya’s husband was being lubed up by Rose before becoming the next cock in my asshole, the final one before I left with Carla. Tanya’s husband managed to make me cum when he was so near, so my muscles squeezing was enough to finish him off too.

And then, Carla was done with closing up, so I left with her to get my fucking machine ordeal, my husband left with Anna, the other men left with their second wives, Stacey left with her boyfriend and Ella left with Rose’s husband, my second husband, as she volunteered to be the substitute fuck whilst I was being tormented by Carla.

That night, Stacey’s boyfriend came quickly, but he’d get better with practice, and it would give our men all the opportunities in the world to fuck Stacey. Starting with tomorrow. My husband would fuck her tomorrow, as she promised. Her boyfriend didn’t know he’d already fucked her, so agreed to the payment, and my husband, all the time he was fucking Anna that night, would be thinking about fucking Stacey and playing with her wondrous tits. Both Anna and I knew this, and didn’t care. To be frank, we both felt the same.