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My Wife and Our Girlfriend Gave Me a Birthday Threesome I’ll Never Forget

Some traditions must go on — especially when they involve sex.

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From the get-go, it was obvious they’d planned this out. I’d just finished my cofffe — in bed no less — when our girlfriend of seven years, Piper, entered the master suite.

She wore nothing but a skimpy pair of shorts and a ridiculously scant tank top.

I immediately wanted her.

“Happy birthday,” the 38-year-old natural redhead said with a smile as she ran her hand up my bare thigh and grabbed my half-erect cock like it was a joystick. I hardened up in her hand in a matter of 30 seconds.

After Piper got in bed with me, we kissed. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths as I fondled her breasts under her shirt.

Things between the two of us escalated quickly, as I figured they would since it was, after all, my birthday.

“Oh, look at this,” I heard. It was my wife, Lauren, to whom both Piper and I turned our attentions (Piper and I still had our hands on erogenous parts of each other’s bodies). She, too, wore short-shorts and a tank top that was entirely too tight, too thin and too revealing to have on in public given the sheer size and flattering shape of her breasts. Maybe that’s why she’s worn it in places like coffee shops after trail runs?

Lauren got in bed with us. Happily, Piper was still hand-jobbing me, as if her goal was to ensure I was maximally erect for everything to come.

“Happy birthday, my love,” my 52-year-old bride said sweetly before kissing me. As our tongues met in each other’s mouths, I switched my hands from Piper’s melons to my wife’s rack. Both of the women have lovely D cups which were C cups before they decided they wanted bigger tits — “an admitted capitulation to the patriarchy,” as Piper, an art-house Bohemian at heart, often described her decision to get a rack that sent a message (for the record, her C cups weren’t too bad, either).

“What should we do for him? I mean, it’s his birthday, right?” Lauren asked Piper, who was still faithfully hand-jobbing me.

My mind immediately went to last year. How about that again, I thought to myself.

“I mean, should we give him a blowjob like we usually do for his birthday?” Piper asked, summoning her impressive acting skills to make me think the two women hadn’t already figured out the plan.

Yes, please, I thought to myself.

“We could, or we could do something a bit more,” Lauren suggested, before turning her attention to me. “You’re the birthday boy, and you have two women happy to do whatever you want. What would you like that to be?”

Before I could answer what I was clearly a rhetorical question, Piper interjected: “Or would you rather we surprise you?”

“Ooooh, I like that,” Lauren said, massaging my balls while Piper pumped my shaft — a perfect symphony of manual stimulation that flooded my senses with sexual pleasure and made me happy to comply with whatever they desired.

“Surprise me,” I said.

Giggling, the two women pulled off their tank tops and shorts, leaving them perfectly naked. Almost instinctively, I eyed both of them, unable to not notice their lovely, bald pussies.

On her knees, Lauren leaned into me for a brief kiss at the very moment Piper took my phallus into her mouth and commenced giving me a blowjob the likes of which guys only dream of unless they’re blessed like I am.

After I licked and sucked on Lauren’s nipples — proving yet again that there may be something Freudian when it comes to a man’s relationship with his woman’s tits — she joined Piper between my legs and watched patiently as our lover blew me. True to form, my lip-licking wife appearing hungry for some dick in her mouth, making no attempt to conceal her desire to give me fellatio.

Delighted to share, Piper offered my phallus to Lauren, who wasted no time taking me deep into her mouth — even into her throat — with no need for a gag reflex warm-up. It was as if Lauren was sending a message to both of us that, when it came to sucking cock — my cock — she was the queen bee. As a fellow cock-sucker myself, I couldn’t deny she was (is), though Piper’s got some serious experience working in the Department of Fellatio.

“My gosh, I don’t know how she does that,” Piper said as my bride repeatedly took nearly every one of my seven inches into her mouth — tonsils be damned.

Offering no response, I just laid there, happy to accept the attention of these two beautiful women who I loved dearly.

After putting on a deep-throating clinic that would make even a porn star blush (well, not really), Lauren came up for air and offered my hard, veiny and saliva-lubed flesh — with its swollen tip leaking salty pre-cum like a sieve — to our Millennial lover, who got right to work. Perhaps inspired by Lauren’s enthusiasm, an emboldened Piper took me deeper with every forward plunge of her head, until finally she was getting no fewer than six of my seven inches into her mouth.

For the next five or six minutes, the two women continued to take turns on me, bringing me so far into that lovely, yet forbidden, place of debauch pleasure that every cell in my body was awash in carnal bliss.

What happened next was mind-blowing. One of the women — in the moment, I thought it was Lauren but I didn’t know — mounted me in reverse cowgirl position and, after a few seconds of warm-up, rode the shit out of me, while the other straddled my face so I could eat her pussy.

The woman who first straddled my face quickly orgasmed in my mouth. I remember listening to her whimper and moan as she climaxed, and I figured it was Piper but I couldn’t be sure, nor did I really care (I later found out it was Piper). After she came, she rubbed her cunt all over my face, leaving my chin and nose gratuitously coated in her wetness. This was the female equivalent of the facial, and I loved it.

The two women switched up, but the woman who straddled my face this time around did so in kind of a semi-69 variant, while the other mounted and rode me like she owned me. The woman straddling my face (I later found out it was Lauren) was happy to let me lick her pussy and ass, climaxing in short order in my mouth and — you guessed it — rubbing her twat all over my face.

Lauren and Piper switched two more times, and it’s amazing that I didn’t cum because my pleasure was 10 out of 10 the whole time, so much so that I remained in a daze —a kind of high not unlike from a drug — as one rode my cock while the other smothered my face with her pussy. The kind of high I felt is the power of the pussy — a power that both Piper and Lauren are well aware of and know how to maximize in a moment like this one.

Deciding to cap it all off in the naughtiest way imaginable, the two women got between my legs and took turns sucking my dick.

By this point, they knew I was within seconds of cumming, so they didn’t have to work hard on me.

Finally, I exploded in Piper’s mouth — with Lauren looking on in amusement. But Piper made no effort to swallow my cum. Instead, it spilled out of her mouth and onto me. Lauren accepted this almost as an invitation, making the semen she licked up disappear like she was a Hoover vacuum.

But it’s not like Piper didn’t also have a Hoover in her; she licked her fingers clean, feasting on my cum as if it were ice cream.

It was all gone inside of 15 seconds.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Lauren said.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Piper added.

I pulled both of the women up into my arms, and we laid together in bed as the sun shined into the bedroom.

Piper would be with us all day and even stay the night.

This was going to be a birthday like no other.

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