wifes birthday surprise
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My Wife's Birthday Dream free porn video
My wife and one of her friends share a birthday and often celebrate it
together. This year a group of us shared an evening out in the city. We
went for a meal and then on to a show. It was a group of eight, three
husband and wife couples and two single females. The meal was very
pleasant and the theatre was close by the restaurant. It was to be a
variety show - singing dancing, a comedian and a hypnotist.
I had heard that some people were what are called "ideal subjects" for
hypnotism. Just the mention of a secret word or phrase and perhaps a
particular gesture and they would lose their inhibitions. They would not
do anything they didn't really want to, but perhaps they might perform
some rather silly thing on stage or reveal some inner secret desires. Or
perhaps it was just an act and the "ideal subjects" were just going
through a practiced performance for the amusement of the audience.
We had a very enjoyable evening although I have to admit that I don't
remember much about the show. It wasn't really the sort of show I would
normally go to, but I really enjoyed the good food at the restaurant.
Later that night I was half thinking, half dreaming. There were some
pairs of words that seem to be naturally associated with each other and
had become familiar phrases. I wasn't thinking of "hot and cold" or
"knives and forks" or even "fish and chips". No. The phrase that had
come to mind was "bra and knickers". It was a combination that I
remembered from when I was an adolescent at home with my Mum and Dad and
my two older sisters. Not a phrase that I remember my Dad or myself ever
saying, but the female members of the household used it.
Women and girls have tits so they need to wear bras. And they wear
knickers that are rather different from the shorts or underpants that
men and boys wear. And often bras and knickers would be matching sets.
But not always - the phrase often just meant "underwear" - but obviously
"ladies underwear".
Continuing a similar train of thought, another combination of words came
to mind: "stockings and suspenders". It was quite natural that the two
items should go together. if you wear ladies stockings, you need
something to hold them up. And I reflected that there's not much point
in wearing suspenders if you're not going to have any stockings attached
to them.
Of course, these days girls and women generally wear tights, or as some
people say, pantyhose. Nevertheless, whenever you are in a department
store and just happen to pass by the lingerie department. not only do
you see racks of empty bras waiting for someone to put their tits in
them, but you also always see mannequins attired in bra and knickers,
suspenders and stockings.
I'm sure that women, or some women at least, must still buy stockings
and suspenders. Those mannequins are presumably not there solely for the
arousal of males who just happen to take that particular route through
the store. And one of the things that is striking about the knickers on
the mannequins is the smooth contours from waistband to crotch. Never
any wrinkles. And never any boy bits either!
But now I find myself sitting on the bed-settee in the spare bedroom.
And I'm wearing a bra and knickers. And suspenders and stockings. Of
course, I haven't got any tits, so the white bra has cups that are
almost flat. But the lightly padded cups are comforting on my nipples
and the bra straps grip my back and shoulders gently but insistently. My
knickers don't match my bra. They are pink and trimmed with white lace.
There are little frills around the leg-holes. They're an old-fashioned
high waisted style. Which is just as well because I have a huge erection
like a tent-pole inside my silky knickers.
Another girl is sitting next to me, wearing similar underwear. One of
her hands is resting on my thigh, her fingers stroking my taut shiny
stocking-top, occasionally drifting onto the bare flesh above, which I
now realise is completely hairless. Her other hand is gently grasping my
hard cock through my cool silky knickers. I have my arm around her
shoulders. My free hand is holding her hard cock through equally silky
knickers. A strange but none the less very erotic situation. I am
wearing women's underwear and holding a hard cock encased in pretty
knickers. But it's not my cock I'm holding. Someone else is holding
that.
And my wife and another woman are watching us. Smiling encouragingly and
filming us on their mobile phones. They too are in their underwear. But
they have smoothly contoured knickers. No boy bits in them, Although
they are clinging to the obvious outline of pubes, as if there my have
been some finger massage going on in the crotch area.
The women come across to the settee and help us to our feet. I realise
that I am wearing high heels. I can feel that the shape of my legs has
changed. And it feels as if my bottom is sticking out more prominently
than usual. My wife is stroking my knicker-clad bottom. And gently but
insistently pushing me closer to my new friend. And now my friend and I
are smooching, arms around each other. And our cocks, each inside its
layer of silky knicker fabric, are sliding against each other. Nuzzling
like friendly puppies. I can taste lipstick.
"Shall we go down and join the others?" asked my wife. "Would you like
to put your dress on?" The two women, now wearing dresses, helped us
into our dresses. I felt my wife fastening the long back zip. I wondered
why such a short dress had such a long zip.
I descended the stairs slowly and carefully in my unfamiliar high heels.
The women were already down and watching me and my partner come down.
they could probably see up our skirts. It was quite an erotic thought -
to have my wife looking up my skirt!
There were a few people downstairs. They all seemed pleased to see us
and gave us big smiles. They seemed to all be wearing skirts, but not as
short as the ones we had. I could see that my new friend's stocking-tops
were showing beneath his hemline. And something was poking up at the
front of his skirt. Obviously a cock in a frock! And I guess my own
appearance was rather similar.
Soon it was time for people to start leaving. I kissed my new friend
goodbye and fondled his bottom as he left with his wife. At least I only
had to go upstairs to get to bed. I didn't have to face a car journey.
And a possible walk from car to front door.
I lay on my back as my wife straddled me. Girls on top. She was in
control. She was fucking me and deciding the pace. Taking me to the
edge, then easing off. And when I did finally spurt inside her, I could
feel her cunt muscles squeezing my shrinking cock until it flopped out
of her.
Now I am looking up at her face and her tits dangling down. Her cunt is
over my mouth as I lick out our combined love-juices. "Thank you for a
special birthday," she said as she snuggled next to me and put out the
bedside light.
Next morning I put on my suit. I remembered last night's dream. Of
course, it was just a dream, wasn't it? But then I remembered that when
I had opened my underwear drawer this morning, there had been several
pairs of silky ladies knickers alongside my normal boxers. And
naturally, I had put on a pair of those knickers. They felt so
comfortable and comforting. Cool. Smooth. Gently supporting my cock and
balls. And, although i don't remember putting it on, I realise that I am
wearing a bra.. And when i put my hand in my trouser pocket, there isn't
a pocket any more. My fingers touch my bare flesh. And yes, I'm also
wearing stockings and suspenders.
"Time to go and get your hair done," said my wife.
"Would you like to put your dress on?"
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