Best Birthday Ever - Sex Stories

Best Birthday Ever

... him but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give him a blow-job!”

“Why not? He’s got a lovely cock and I’ve been edging him for a couple of hours now, so he won’t last long.”

“I can’t believe you are asking me this.”

Her boyfriend is watching us again. “What’s she saying?”

“Nothing, none of your business,” she replies, bluntly, her eyes firmly fixed on mine.

“But I am asking. Please.” Again, she lowers her head and shakes it, and I detect a smile and a little laugh. She takes a deep breath and looks at me again.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to give your husband a blow-job, so you can pick some random bloke and fuck him?”

“But I wouldn’t pick some random bloke. I would pick you.” She looks at me, her mouth slightly open. “And I promise, you’ll love it.” She is thinking and I watch her as she looks again towards my lovely husband and then back to me.

“Is that a yes?” I ask, as again she looks at Eddie and then me.

“No, it’s not.”

“But you like the idea, don’t you?” I see the sparkle in her eyes. And I cannot help but imagine kissing her, stroking her beautiful face. I gently place my hand on hers. I want her.

She doesn’t reply immediately and I wait. She does not attempt to remove my hand. She is staring at me, looking me over; is she imagining me and her, or me, Eddie and her?

“How do you know I’d love it?”

“I can tell. You come here all the time, don’t you? Same thing every time? This would be so different, so exciting.” She takes ...

... a sip of her drink. “I’ll go and get him.”

As I walk away, I quickly glance over my shoulder. She hasn’t moved but is watching me and I smile.

“Eddie, grab the drinks,” I say, smiling at him. “You wait until you see her up close, Eddie, she is fucking gorgeous.” He smiles and I kiss him and we walk back to the booth, hand-in-hand, where she was waiting.

“This is Eddie, and I’m Emma.”

“Hi, I’m Elisa.” Eddie sits on the bench and shuffles himself along so he is next to Elisa and I follow.

“Elisa has agreed to…”

“No, I have not!” she says, interrupting.

“But you said he was handsome.”

“But that doesn’t mean I am going to give him a blow-job, right here, right now.”

“Here is perfect,” I say. “No one can see you. Well, I want to see you. Your boyfriend seems more interested in watching the football on his phone than noticing anything either.

“I am sure that he will find out that I have left at some point, but again, why on earth would I want to do this?”

“Because I win my bet and I will choose you and you will have a wonderful night. I promise.”

She is looking at me, and then glances at Eddie and then back to me. She is thinking so I stretch across my husband and take her hand. She smiles, a brief but beautiful smile and, as I slowly move her hand towards my husband's crotch, she offers no resistance.

“Feel,” I say, as I place her hand on his lap, her eyes looking at the bulge in his trousers.

“Fuck, is that all him?” She feels him more. ...