Surprise Show

Tricia stared at her bag and cursed her husband's name.

"God dammit, Dave," she muttered, her voice echoing in the hotel bathroom. This was supposed to be a romantic night out, a chance to reconnect. Instead, Dave spent the night reconnecting with a childhood friend, Karl.

"Babe," Tricia called out, cracking open the bathroom door. "Can you come here?"

"Yeah babe," Dave replied, the laughter of two old friends filling the room.

A moment later, Dave's face was poking through the door. "What's up?"

Tricia tried to hide her serious frustration. "Sweetie, this isn't what I planned."

"Yeah, I know," Dave half-whispered, "I know it was supposed to be a night just for us, but Karl's been through so much. I mean, he caught his wife with another man. In their bed. And the divorce has been so nasty. I couldn't ignore him."

"I know..." Tricia conceded, not for the first time tonight. "it's just..."

"And he's way too drunk to drive home," Dave continued. "Letting him stay with us is the least I could do."

Tricia scowled at her husband. "Yes, I know. I agree. But, I hadn't really packed for this."

Dave furrowed his brow, confused.

"Babe, I didn't bring any pajamas."

Tricia waited for that to register with her husband. "Oh."

"I can't sleep in this dress, and..." her voice trailed off.

"Do you have anything?" Dave asked.

"Well, yeah. I...I had something a little special I'd picked out, just for tonight."

Dave smiled. "I see."

"And I couldn't possibly..."

"How bad could it be?" Dave whispered.

"Baby, it's really something. Something I knew you'd like, but..."

"Well it's better than nothing, right? And you can't sleep in that dress." Dave whispered.

"Sweetie, really. It's...kinda slutty." Tricia whispered in reply, the bathroom amplifying her voice beyond all comfort.

Dave stood silently for a second, his drunken mind trying to come up with something. "What do you want to do? I can't kick him out. Besides, he's like family. He practically lived with us, when we were dating. I'm sure he's seen you in your underwear. And he's seen you plenty of times in a bathing suit. It'll be fine." Dave said, pulling his head back from the door, letting it slip closed.

Tricia stood alone, briefly considering sleeping in the tub. Finally, picking up her glass of wine off the counter and taking a big, encouraging swallow, she unfastened her purse and pulled out what was mean to be a big surprise for Dave. The whole night was supposed to be a surprise, so she hadn't brought a bag; go out for dinner, have too many drinks, get a hotel, fuck each other's brains out. That was the plan.

This was most definitely NOT the plan.

Setting the tiny outfit on the counter, Tricia considered how to make it as modest as possible. Pulling her dress down over her hips, she slid the black lace lingerie up her legs. Two thin straps slid over her shoulders, tiny little bits of fabric just barely covering her breasts. Up her legs she pulled the stockings she knew would drive Dave crazy, fastening them to a garter belt.

Looking in the mirror, she thought this was actually a pretty serious punishment for her husband; he'd be horny as hell, and not able to do a damn thing about it.

Finishing her wine, she pushed open the bathroom door. Slowly, she walked into the room, trying to be as casual as possible.

The guys were laughing, Dave lounging on the bed, Karl sprawled in a chair on the far side of the room. Karl saw her first.

Mid-sentence, he trailed off whatever he was saying. "Dave, dude, fuck."

Dave looked over, and audibly gasped. "Fuck. Babe. You weren't kidding."

Tricia blushed, equal parts embarrassed and a little flattered they were both rendered speechless. "Boys," she said, with a little bow.

"God damn, you're one lucky man," Karl said, unashamedly staring. "Reminds me of your bache..."

"Karl, shut the fuck up." Dave snapped, also staring.

Tricia laughed. "Reminds you of his what?" she teased, cocking her hip to the side, with attitude.

Dave blushed. "We...you knew..."

"I knew what?" Tricia prompted him.

"You told her we had a stripper, right? It was so long ago, but the last time I guess we were in the same room with someone so sexy." Karl said.

Tricia smiled at him. Karl was so nice, and she did feel terrible for him. He'd been through so much, and she couldn't quite understand how a man as good looking as him could have stayed along and single all this time; earlier he said he hadn't been with anyone since his wife, and that was almost a year ago.

Dave sat up in the bed. "Yes, we had a stripper, in our hotel. She wasn't nearly as sexy as you, though," he continued, sliding to the end of the bed.

Tricia smiled, blushing again. She felt so exposed, but it was kind of exciting to have them both looking at her, she thought.

"I'm sure she was much sexier than me," Tricia replied, trying to figure out where she could sit to cover herself a little. Glancing at her husband, his glassy eyes had a naughty twinkle in them, which made her a little nervous. He and Karl were always trouble.

"She wasn't, but she was pretty hot," Dave said. "She wore this sexy little outfit, and did a nice little dance. I was sitting in a chair, kind of like that," he said, waving at Karl.

Tricia felt suddenly jealous. They'd been married for almost 15 years, but still, the thought of some skank dancing up on her husband...

"Why don't you do a little dance for us?" Dave said, reaching out and running his hand down his wife's leg.

"David!" Tricia scolded, feeling even more exposed now.

"Oh come on, you can keep the outfit on. Just a little dance."

Tricia blushed some more, feeling suddenly awkward. "I...couldn't," she protested.

"Sure you could," Dave prompted, brushing her leg again. "You look so sexy, and poor Karl. Just a little wiggle."

Tricia awkwardly wiggled her hips back and forth. "There," she said.

"Oh come on," Dave continued, waving his beer at her. "A little something to give Karl something to think about when he gets home. We're all friends."

Tricia didn't know what to say. She was so embarrassed, but she also wasn't forcefully saying no. "I...babe...I wouldn't even know what to do."

Dave leaned back on the bed, flipping on the radio. A dance song started playing. "Just to walk over there, and wiggle those sexy hips a little."

Tricia didn't know what to do. "Babe, seriously."

"Seriously," Dave replied, "Just a little dance."

Tricia slowly walked towards Karl, stopping a few feet in front of him. Closing her eyes, she started to move her hips back and forth, trying to keep time with the music.

"Yeah, that's it." Dave said, encouraging her.

Tricia kept dancing, her eyes closed, trying to imagine it was just her and her husband.

"Fuck, that ass sure is sexy," Karl said, behind her.

Tricia kept dancing, wondering when they'd let her stop.

"Why don't you back up a step," Dave instructed her. "Give Karl a little closer look."

Tricia took a tentative half-step back.

"This isn't much of a lap dance, babe," Dave said.

"Who said anything about a lap dance," Tricia replied, opening her eyes to look at her husband.

"Oh come on, you can't dance for a man and not give him a lap dance."

"Babe!" Tricia protested.

"Just sit back. You don't have to move. Just sit on his lap."

Tricia turned to see Karl. He was all smiles, sitting just behind her. Summoning all the courage she had, she moved back and lowered herself down onto Karl's lap. She couldn't help but notice the bulge she felt immediately.

"There," she said, almost bouncing back off his lap. Karl's hands on her hips kept her from leaving.

"See, that isn't so bad, is it?" Dave replied, laughing.

"No," Tricia whispered, pushing Karl's hands off her.

"That's all a lap dance is," Dave explained, "just wiggle those hips."

Tricia smiled at Dave. He was could be such a naughty boy, but she was sure he wouldn't push it much further. She thought he might back down if she went a little further, so she started riding her hips back and forth, slowly, on Karl's lap.

"Fuck, dude," Karl muttered.

Tricia had to admit, she kind of liked the twitch of the bulge she felt under her ass, and he look on Dave's face was almost intoxicating. She just didn't want things to get out of hand.

Moving her hips a little more, she kept up with music.

"You want to touch her, don't you dude?" Dave asked, watching intently.

"Oh yeah," Karl muttered.

"Can he touch you a little, babe?" Dave asked.

Tricia blushed again. "Baby, I..."

"Oh come on. Nothing too much, just a little feel." Dave said.

Tricia didn't have time to answer before she felt Karl's big hands on her sides. His hands felt nice through the thin lace of her lingerie, slowly moving up and down her sides. She put her hands on his lap, hoping it would keep him under control. She console herself, just a little touch on the sides wasn't too much, especially for a very sad friend.

Karl continued slowly massaging her side.

"You should feel those tits," Dave said, "they're amazing."

Karl started to move his hands to her front, just under her breasts. Tricia grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Baby, that's enough," she protested.

Dave shook his head. "Just a little feel, and that's it," he asked.

Tricia wasn't sure what to do, but she sort of wanted to punish her husband. He was being such an ass.

"Fine," she said, faking courage, and letting go of Karl's hands. They immediate moved up, cupping her large breasts. They felt nice on her, and she couldn't help but notice her nipples had gotten immediately hard.

Tricia's eyes closed as Karl pulled her top down, across her breasts, giving his hands complete access. He slowly kneaded her tits, pinching her nipples. She couldn't help but moan a little as he did.

"Somebody likes it," Dave said. "listen to her."

Tricia opened her eyes and shot a glare at her husband.

"Maybe a little more?" Dave asked.

"Maybe a little," Tricia replied, softly.

It was more than enough encouragement for Karl, who let go of one of her breasts and slid his hand down the rough lace covering her stomach, across her garter belt, and onto the front of her panties.

Tricia tried to close her legs, but Karl pinched her left nipple as she did, eliciting another soft moan.

"Open them up, baby," Dave encouraged her, softly.

Tricia closed her eyes, her knees slowly parting. Karl gently touched the front of her panties, then slid down a little further, one finger rubbing across her clit.

"Fuck dude, she's a little turned on," Karl said, quietly.

"Are you a little wet, babe?" Dave asked.

Tricia opened her eyes and looked at him, her face guilty.

"Is he turned on?" Dave asked.

Tricia nodded her head gently.

"Can you feel him?" Dave counted.

Tricia nodded again. "He's...he's definitely a little hard."

"I bet it feels nice, doesn't it?" Dave asked, locking eyes with his wife.

Tricia blushed. She didn't want to admit that it did.

Dave slid forward on the bed, reaching forward with both hands, and gently pushing her knees further apart.

Tricia found herself leaning back against Karl, who continued to gently rub her through her panties. Then, without asking, he pulled them aside. His finger was directly on her pussy before she even completely realized what was happening. Tricia moaned as he directly rubbed her clit.

"Dude, she is so fucking wet," Karl mumbled.

Tricia's hips rocked back and forth, Karl's did right between her cheeks. He continued rubbing her clit, and then slid a finger into her, immediately finding her g-spot. She moaned loudly as his thick finger rubbed her, worried she might cum on his hand. Her hips were really grinding against him now, her juices covering his finger.

"Fuck babe, that is so fucking sexy," Dave mumbled.

Tricia looked at him. She couldn't remember the last time she saw him so turned on.

"Why don't you give our friend a hand," Dave suggested.

"Dave, no," Tricia mumbled, half heartedly. "That's...fuck...that's over the line," she protested, as Karl continued to finger her. She could feel her resolve fading.

"Just a little touch," Dave said, pulling her one of her knees.

Tricia slid off Karl's lap, onto the floor. Dave turned her body, and she didn't protest, toward Karl. Looking up, she watched as Karl unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs. She couldn't take her eyes off, as his shockingly large cock slid into view.

"Babe," she muttered.

"Is it nice?" Dave asked.

"It's...it's pretty big." Tricia replied.

"Do you want to touch it?" Dave asked.

Tricia shook her head, whispering "yes" as she reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Slowly, she started to jerk him off, Karl watching her intently. It was at least eight inches, she thought. She'd never even seen one so big.

A moment later, Dave was kneeling by her side, whispering in her ear. "I bet you'd like to taste it, wouldn't you?"

Tricia nodded yes, really beginning to lose control. She felt her husband's hand on the back of her head, pushing her toward Karl's lap. Opening her mouth, she placed the tip of his cock onto her tongue.

Karl moaned loudly, the sound of another man's pleasure really turning her on. She started licking up and down his long shaft, and then took as much of it as she could into her mouth. Up and down she bobbed her head, spit covering him.

"Fuck, that's sexy," Dave said, leaning back to watch.

A moment later, Karl rose to his feet, leaving her on her knees, towering above her. Putting his hands on her head, he started to fuck her face. Tricia moaned in appreciation. She felt so nasty and slutty, and she needed more.

"Damn dude, use her pretty little mouth," Dave said.

The sound of Karl moaning, taking control of her, and Dave encouraging them, was the sexiest thing Tricia had ever felt. She'd never been so turned on in her life.

She didn't know how long Karl fucked her face, but he was unapologetic. It went on and on, her spit covering him.

"I bet you want that big cock inside you, don't you babe?" Dave said.

Tricia wanted to say no. She knew she had to say no.

She said nothing.

Karl pulled himself from her mouth. Tricia felt Dave's hands on her, Karl's hands on her, pushing her back to the bed. She fell back, her legs apart, her pussy pointing out into the room.

"You want his cock, babe?" Dave asked.

Tricia slowly nodded yes.

"Tell him." Dave demanded.

"I..." Tricia started. She didn't want to hear herself tell the truth. "I...I'm so wet. I want him," she whispered.

Karl stood at the edge of the bed, naked. He dropped his heavy cock on her clit. Tricia cried out, as he started to rub his head up and down her slit.

"Are you ready?" Dave asked.

"Yes..." Tricia whispered, as Karl slid himself into her. She cried out in pleasure, his thick cock spreading her open. Slowly, he slid in and out, until she felt as full as she ever had, his long shaft gliding in and out of her. Pushing her legs up over her head, he pushed himself further in.

"Fuck" Tricia whispered. "So much..." She didn't know these parts of her body could even be reached.

Gently, slowly, Karl fucked her, gliding himself in and out. Then he pulled out, taking her left leg and flipping it over her right. Tricia climbed up onto all fours, as Karl put himself back in.

"OH GOD!" she cried out, his cock pushing in even further. "SO DEEP!"

Karl started to fuck her slowly from behind. She felt her tits start bouncing back and forth, his body pushing up agains there.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Dave asked.

"Yes," Tricia muttered.

"Do you like that big cock in your married little pussy?" Dave continued.

"I do," Tricia moaned.

"I want to hear my slutty little wife come all over that big, hard cock," Dave said, pushing her head down into the bed.

Tricia couldn't take it any more. Her ass up in the air, Karl fucking her harder and harder, she felt an orgasm coming. Then, she felt his thumb push against her never-used asshole, and her entire body convulsed in a way she'd never felt before. She screamed out into the bed, her cunt clasping down on him.

Karl moaned loudly, and then pulled himself from her, pushing her forward onto her stomach. She continued to shake, the orgasm lasting for what felt like forever.

When she finally stopped, one of them rolled her over onto her back. Karl climbed back atop her, pushing himself back in. Tricia cried out with ecstasy, as Karl hovered above her, his hips slamming into hers.

"Tell him how good it feels," Dave instructed.

"It feels so good, baby. I've never felt anything like this before. He's so big and deep, I want all of him," Tricia moaned, her chest heaving as Karl mercilessly fucked her.

Karl started to moan louder and louder, his cries becoming more desperate.

"Where?" he moaned softly, his cock slamming deeper and deeper.

Tricia felt so full, she couldn't help herself. "Don't stop!" she cried, clamping herself down on him. "Please don't stop. Make me cum again. Make my pussy cum!"

Karl groaned, pinning her down. Burying himself one last time.

Tricia screamed, her body shaking as she felt him twitch inside her. With violent pulses, she felt his seed splash against her womb, the longest, heaviest load she'd ever felt filing her.

Karl cried, falling forward, moaning directly into her ear. She kept cumming and cumming, her body draining every drop from him.

After what felt like forever, Karl rolled off. She felt Dave climbing up next to her, kneeling. Opening her eyes, she watched as he stared down at her, both of them covered in sweat, his hand jerking his cock violently. Without a word, he pointed himself at her face, covering her in the biggest load of cum she'd ever seen him produce. He'd begged her to cum on her face so many times, and she'd always said no, but tonight, nobody was refusing anything.

As the night went on, Tricia found herself used by both of them over and over again. Carl would fuck her in any position he could imagine. She'd ride him, bouncing her tight ass on his enormous cock. Each time, he'd fill her with his cum. Immediately after, Dave would finish on her face, on her tits, in her mouth. By morning, she was completely filled and covered in cum, both men passed out beside her, exhausted.