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The sun was getting low over the rooftops as I double-checked the address and pulled my rental car into the driveway. The electronic lock opened to the code I had been given, confirming I had the right place, so I pulled into the garage, hauled my suitcases inside, and looked around my home for the next three days. A small, modern two-bedroom with a basement, nothing fancy; I didn't need much, just room for myself and an office space, so it was more than adequate. I would have been fine with a hotel suite, of course, but my husband always insisted I deserved "The Best", which in this case meant the peace and quiet of a house to myself, as well as the shorter travel time to the work site.
Satisfied with my temporary home, I dropped my bags in the larger bedroom and headed for the shower. It had been a long day; bad enough to have to leave for a work trip on my birthday, but an early morning flight followed by an afternoon of meetings before even being able to unpack was both mentally and physically draining, and I needed to relax. I hummed to myself as the hot water cascaded over my body; was there anything more enjoyable than a nice long shower after a hard day's work? Than letting the heat and massaging spray ease tight muscles and tension? I admit, my showers tended to run longer than they should, but they were worth it.
A small sound interrupted my daydreaming. Was that a click? I cocked my head to listen. Nothing. At least, nothing I could hear over the sound of the water. I shook my head at my own foolishness; I was home alone, it must have just been a slight shifting sound from changing temperature or from the wind outside. Reluctantly, I admitted that it was time, so I shut off the water and reached for my towel.
Nothing.
Dammit. Did I forget to grab a towel in my impatience? No worries. I hit the switches for the exhaust fan and heat lamp to speed up the air drying process and picked up the hair dryer, continuing to hum softly to myself. Pulling my long hair back and letting it hang loose behind me, I spent a moment examining my reflection. A bit of cellulite, a couple sags. Smile lines and a few stray grey hairs if I didn't keep up with my colouring. But overall, still fit and, dare I say, sexy. Not bad for 45 years old today, I decided.
My self-examination complete, I looked around for my clothes. And looked. Nothing. What? My heart raced; unlike my missing towel, I knew I had brought clothes in with me, both the ones I was planning to wear for the evening, and the ones I had been wearing when I entered the room. That sound! Someone had been in there during my shower! Well, nothing for it; no clothes, no housecoat, not even a hand towel to cover myself.
I opened the door carefully and crept out into the hall, one arm across my chest, and the other covering my intimate parts. I mentally chided myself; if someone was here, that pose wouldn't matter. Better to just be alert. The hallway was quiet and dim; the lights had been turned off, and the only illumination was from the small night lights and some faint evening light coming through the blinds in the next room, but in the low light I could see a small piece of paper taped to the wall across from the bathroom door. An arrow. Another similar paper at the end of the hall, this time pointing into the kitchen. I followed the trail carefully, my bare feet making little sound on the polished hardwood floor. Through the kitchen, down the stairs. Heavy blinds covered the small basement windows; the faint light from upstairs barely illuminating the large room. Where was I being directed now? There! The door on the wall had a note on it. Beyond the door was another short hallway with a single door on the right. The door swung shut behind me as I released it, leaving only a thin line of light from underneath. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my racing heart rate, wondering what awaited me behind this final door. It opened silently at my touch, and closed behind me with a soft click.
Complete, utter darkness.
My brain rebelled at the lack of sensory input, overwhelmed by the simultaneous agoraphobic sense of infinite space and claustrophobic feeling of the darkness closing in around me. My ears strained for any input from the room around me, the silence ringing in my ears. My own breathing and heartbeat seemed deafening. I lowered myself carefully to the floor, not trusting myself to walk in the darkeness. The carpet was soft and plush, a welcome pleasant sensation on my hands, feet, and knees. I crawled carefully across the floor, jumping slightly when my hand touched...something.
Soft. Warm. The feel of skin. A person! "Who's there?" I called out as whatever body part I had touched (a leg?) slid out of my reach, only to be replaced a moment later by a tentative touch on my back. A hand? The hand moved slowly, cautiously, as if it's owner didn't know what they were touching. Exploring my naked body to figure out what was where. I endured the touch in silence; whoever it was seemed lost as well, and disinclined to respond to my initial question. I sat carefully as the hand found my chin. Large, slightly calloused. A man's hand, clearly. Fingertips traced the outline of my face and my lips parted to let out a slight gasp; the tentative gentleness of the touch was non-threatening, comforting even, and my anxiety was inexplicably giving way to...something else.
The hand trailed slowly down the side of my neck and down onto my torso; I shivered as the stranger cupped my left breast and ran a fingertip across my nipple. Another hand appeared on my hip, reaching around onto my back to steady me, and then Oh God there were lips on my other breast. Gently but insistently exploring my naked skin, a soft tongue flicking out against my nipple. Anxiety was fading fast as arousal rose. The hands and mouth continued their work, drawing more gasps and a slight moan from my lips. My sense of place was rapidly evaporating in the utter darkness, and I floated in a dreamlike space as the gentle touch on my body continued; I vaguely noticed that I was moving, shifting, and then I was on my back on the soft carpet, or was it a blanket? Impossible to tell, nearly as difficult to care. The hands and lips were moving, working their way slowly down my body. My legs parted of their own accord, and I felt the soft tickle of a beard against my thighs as the lips found my sensitive mound.
"Yesssss," I hissed involuntarily. With the stress and hustle of the day, I hadn't realized how badly I wanted to be touched, but my unseen companion was hitting all the right spots to draw out my suppressed desire. I moaned softly and rolled my hips as his tongue massaged my clit, each touch increasing my arousal, making me want more. Time had no meaning in the darkness; all that mattered was the gentle attention on my pussy as I gave myself over to the pleasuring I was receiving.
The tongue withdrew, the lips with it, and I felt movement beside me. My hand reached out, meeting a hairy thigh near my head. I reached up, closing my hand around my new friends erect manhood. Average size. Uncircumcised, which was something different for me. Almost without thought, I raised my head and took him in my mouth as he knelt beside me. I sucked him with long, slow movements, wanting to take my time with him as he had with me, and my efforts were rewarded with a soft sound of pleasure. Then, more movement, and another hand on my back! Another gentle touch, reaching around to caress my breasts. A softer hand, smaller. A woman! I continued working his cock as this new arrival began lavishing attention on me, kissing, squeezing, sucking gently on my nipples as I sighed appreciatively. Then she moved lower, and I felt her, softly, tentatively, begin to explore my warm wetness with her fingers and tongue. I was in heaven! Floating in blissful darkness as my pleasure built. Climax was always a long, slow climb for me, a wilderness hike to a treacherous peak, but my two new friends were wonderful guides, and I gasped and moaned as minute after minute that peak grew closer. He shifted, his hands cradling the back of my head, as he clearly fought the urge to forcefully fuck my face. It was time for the next stage.
I released him, gently disengaging my female lover from between my legs at the same time, and turned around on all fours. We moved in unison, as if choreographed, transitioning easily into the next stage of the dance. I slid easily between her legs, her thighs gripping my head as my mouth closed on her pussy; her juices coated my face as I tasted her, teasing her with my tongue and lips. My male lover moved in behind me, and I cried out as he entered me. His previous gentleness was gone, his strokes slow but strong, and I wasn't complaining. I increased my own efforts on the pussy in front of me, and she moaned and squirmed along with me as I hurtled up the mountainside. "Oh, God, yes, fuck me," I groaned, begging for more of his cock. "Harder. Harder. Please!" He complied, pounding into me over and over as I began to lose control. I ground my face into her, digging my tongue inside her, mashing it down onto her clit, and she twitched suddenly, her legs shaking violently as she came. I was right behind, his relentless pounding driving me over the edge, and I howled out my release. He continued fucking me through my orgasm until I couldn't take any more, and squirmed forward off his cock into her arms. Our lips met, tongues dancing as we tasted each other, both of us still twitching with aftershocks.
I slid my body off her to the side as he moved up over us; I remembered he hadn't cum yet, so I took hold of his cock and guided him between her legs. She moaned loudly as their bodies came together; I could hear and feel as they fucked furiously, invisibly beside me. As the sound of their coupling rose in intensity, I became aware of other sounds around me. There were more people in the room, and they were no longer silent. The rustle of movement, gasps of pleasure, the soft, wet sounds of lovemaking, of love play. My new friends cried out together as he came hard, and then more hands were on me as I rolled into someone's arms. And then another cock was inside me.
I don't know how may people were in the room; I lost track of how many different hands, mouths, cocks, and pussies I encountered. It grew impossible to tell whether it was someone new, or a reconnection. I rode cocks, I sat on faces. I took a cock in my mouth as another filled my pussy. I enjoyed sixty-nines with men and women. Frenzied coupling while other lips and hands roamed my body, and soft, quiet cuddling while the slapping sounds of furious fucking surrounded us. I came again and again; that peak, once reached, stayed within easy reach, and I crested it over and over in an endless avalanche of pleasure.
From time to time I heard he soft click of the door; the room grew quieter, less frenzied, and I knew people were staring to leave. At last, I could no longer hear the sounds of others beyond those with whom I shared the moment. The man kneeling between my thighs, fucking me gently with my legs wrapped around his waist. The woman sitting on my face, her juices dribbling down my chin as I licked her. The unseen man standing over me; I could her the sounds as she sucked him. She suddenly grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as she shook and shivered on top of me, her voice muffled by the cock in her mouth. He grunted as I gently licked her clean, evidently cumming in her mouth, and then she stood up off my face and they were both gone.
The room was silent around me, the darkness once again closing in, but this time not oppressively. A comforting blanket of closeness as my remaining lover climbed carefully on top of me. Our lips met as he entered me again, missionary style, and we moved together. His fingers caressed my face, his lips traced a path down my jawline, my neck, my throat, my shoulder, and back to my mouth as he continued to stroke gently inside me. My frantic lust from before was gone; his gentle movements were enough, and immensely satisfying. Our lips met again, tongues duelling gently as we explored each other. My arms around his neck, legs around his waist as I clung to him; I buried my face in his shoulder as he coaxed yet another climax from my exhausted, grateful body. And again, effortlessly, like the steps of a long-familiar dance. Time and space were nonexistent as the darkness enfolded us. Nothing but the touch of skin, the smell of sex and sweat, the gasps and sighs of perfect lovers coming together. Aeons of time passed, or an hour, or mere moments, it didn't matter. He was moving faster, grunting with effort, and once again I climbed toward that peak, but not alone. He was right there with me this time, driving into me harder, faster, as I moaned and called out encouragement. We crested the top together, and I heard him grunt, felt him explode inside me at last as my own orgasm crashed over me. We held each other as I howled out my final release, shaking and twitching as wave after wave hit me. He twitched inside me as his own aftershocks caught him, each time triggering another spasm for me, again and again as we slowly came back down together. At last, we lay quietly, holding each other gently in the afterglow of our shared climax, until finally he pulled out of me with a soft sound, kissed me passionately, and was gone.
I lay there in darkness for a time, until I realized that it was no longer absolute; a faint line of light was visible under the door. I made my way carefully out of the room into the main part of the basement. A single lamp was turned on now, illuminating a small seating area; a piece of paper sat tented on the coffee table. On the paper was a simple note written in familiar handwriting.
"Happy Birthday to my lovely wife. I hope it was everything you imagined."
God I love that man!
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