The View From My Knees

There aren’t many occasions on which Lucky and I expect gifts from each other. We’re constantly surprising each other with little gifts for no reason at all, and we make sure to spoil each other on birthdays, but most other holidays are strictly no-gift events. We don’t get each other gifts for Christmas, and we most certainly don’t do Valentine’s Day. And while we do celebrate our anniversaries, we don’t exchange gifts. It’s been our tradition to spend anniversaries doing something special together as a celebration of our love, rather than worrying about buying trinkets to exchange. In September we celebrated our first wedding anniversary, and in our usual fashion we didn’t get gifts for each other. A couple of our friends, however, gave us something that made it a night to remember.

We had a simple evening planned: We’d get dressed up in our best threads and go to a swanky little hole-in-the-wall restaurant for wine and tapas. Lucky looked so handsome in his dark green thrift store suit with a pair of neon green sneakers to add a little flair. I was dolled up in a slinky black dress and had decided to forgo my usual Converse Chuck Taylor’s for a delicate little pair of pink and black high heels. At the restaurant we went through an entire bottle of wine as we sampled delicious food and reminisced lovingly about our time together so far. We were having a great time, but had no idea what lay in store for us later.

Feeling pleasantly tipsy, we decided to stop in at a nearby bar where a group of our friends were gathered. We figured we’d have a celebratory drink with them while we decided whether to go home and enjoy a romantic dessert or head downtown to our favorite dance club. One drink turned into several while we laughed and chatted with our friends. Everyone told us how great we looked and my friend Karen, in particular, was dishing out the compliments pretty freely.

“Misty, you are so cute,” she’d say. Or “You and Lucky are the cutest couple ever!”

Before long we were stumbling into the karaoke bar next door with the group. And, of course, we continued drinking. I can’t remember if we sang any songs, but I do remember Karen and her good friend Jen getting friendlier and friendlier. When last call came the four of us stumbled outside and decided to take the party back to our place. The moment we stepped through the door to our little studio apartment the real celebrating began. While Lucky and Jen made their way to the bed, Karen tackled me on the couch, lifted up my dress, and started devouring my pussy.

“If I had a strap-on, I’d fuck you so hard” she growled.

“I do have one!” I said excitedly.

“Ooh, get it,” she ordered.

I got up and fished the harness and cock-shaped dildo out of my box of sex toys and brought it back to the couch where Karen was waiting. Despite our drunken state, we managed to get the harness strapped around her hips and secure the dildo in place. As I lay on my back on the couch Karen climbed between my legs and slid her new cock into my waiting pussy. She began pumping in and out, her motions and her words becoming more and more aggressive. “You like that, don’t you?” She grunted. “You love my cock in you. Take my big cock.” She was clearly getting off on the power of yielding the silicone member. And I was getting off on taking it.

After several minutes of intense fucking, the harness began to slip a little. Rather than bothering with adjusting the straps, Karen pulled it off, took the dildo in her hand, and continued to fuck me with it. This hot, aggressive girl had me so close to orgasm that when she began licking my pussy while continuing to pump the cock in and out of me I came right away in a screaming orgasm.

“Now I need to get fucked,” Karen stated intently. We looked over at the bed where Lucky was laying on top of Jen, his cock deep inside of her as she moaned. “Mmm…let’s join them,” Karen suggested. We walked over and climbed into bed with the two lovers.

“Ooh, hello!” Jen said seductively.

“Do you mind if I borrow Lucky for a while?” Karen asked. “I need to get fucked, NOW.”

“Sure,” Jen agreed, as if Lucky had no say in the matter (and really, was he going to say no to any of this?)

“But don’t worry,” Karen assured her. “You won’t be left high and dry. You stay right there.” She positioned herself on her hands and knees, her face hovering over Jen’s thighs. After changing his condom, Lucky came up behind Karen and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. “Oooh yess. That’s it,” she groaned. As Lucky fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster, she went to work licking the wet hole between Jen’s quivering legs. Soft moaning soon turned into screaming and grunting. As I sat on the side of the bed and watched the hot scene play out, it was difficult to tell who was making which noises, but it didn’t really matter. I couldn’t even tell who came when, but soon all three of them collapsed in a satisfied heap.

After a short rest, we all cleaned up and our two guests headed home. Once alone, Lucky and I cuddled up in bed and giggled about what a special gift our friends had given us. It was a very happy anniversary, indeed.