His Birthday Present, My Surprise
(Published on Wednesday, December 24, 2003)
This story was submitted anonymously.

Things didn't end up the way that I had expected or planned, but what happened to me ended up being life-changing events for both my boyfriend and me. There is good news and bad news about what happened, which I've described at the end of this story.

It all started with my bright idea to give my boyfriend whatever he wanted for his birthday. We went on and on about this for weeks, with him warning me that I wouldn't want to do it, and with me daring him to go for it. I had an idea about what he wanted, so I felt confident when I told him, "I mean it. I'll do anything you want for your birthday."

My guess was that he wanted to watch me be with another woman, and most probably, he'd want this other girl and I to get him off. After all, this seems to be every man's fantasy, right? As his birthday came near, he seemed to be more nervous than excited, and he was so secretive, too. I started to wonder what he was up to, but it really didn't matter to me. I was feeling great about giving him something that he really wanted.

On the day of his birthday, I had been told to check my e-mail for a "special message" that I was to follow to the letter. I expected to get an e-mail from my boyfriend, but instead, that "special message" came from an address I had never seen before. I knew it was the right message, though, because it was very specific, and of course it referred to "your boyfriend's birthday wish." When I read the e-mail, it really excited me. It was so naughty! The e-mail had instructions for me to go to a motel that was in a secluded part of the city just outside of town.

I had prepared myself the previous day with a fresh manicure and pedicure wearing red fingernail and toenail polish. My boyfiend has a foot fetish and loves playing with my feet, which I keep in perfect condition. They are a size 7 1/2 with high arches, longish toes, and my feet are very soft.

When I arrived at the house, an attractive older woman answered the door. "Welcome," she said to me as she introduced herself. "You're right on time." She explained that my boyfriend hadn't yet arrived, but he would be over soon. According to her, my boyfriend was out with this woman's husband, and they planned to come home to "surprise" me.

I was having fun with the mystery of it all, but I was also just far too curious simply to keep quiet. Besides, I figured that, woman to woman, I'd be let in on the "surprise" if I asked. "May I ask you a question?" I asked her.

She was pretty perceptive. She answered, "You want to know what your boyfriend has in mind for you, right?"

"Yes, I do." Then I added, "I mean, I've never done anything like this before. It's okay for me to be asking, right?"

"I don't mind at all," she replied. "My husband and I met your boyfriend on-line, and we got to chatting about his birthday wish to watch another woman make love to you."

"I knew it," I answered back.

Then we both said in unison, "It's every man's dream!" Looking at each other with amusement, we both laughed out loud.

Then she said, "Yeah, it's one of my husband's favorite things to do, watch me be with other women."

"So that's what's planned then, right?" I asked.

"It's a little more than that," she explained, "but yes, that's pretty much it. Are you okay with that?"

"Well, I haven't been with a woman before, but I thought that's what he had in mind," I said, referring to my boyfriend. "If you don't mind being with an amateur..."

"You don't have to do a thing," she interrupted me.

"I don't?"

"Not a thing," she answered. "Just take your clothes off, lay down on the bed there, close your eyes, and relax."

I looked over at the bed that was nearby. It wasn't much of a bed, but I noticed some items attached to the bed that definitely caught my eye. There was soft cotten rope that was tied to the corners of the bed's frame.

"Oh, those," the woman told me. "Actually, you are suppsoed to tie yourself down onto the bed."

"What?" I asked, and then asked again. "Tie myself up?"

"The thing is," she explained, "you are supposed to have followed the instructions on this note." She showed me a note that was lying on a desk nearby. "Your boyfriend's plan was to have you come to this address, see the note that was supposed to be pinned on the door, and then follow it to the letter. You'd tie yourself up, and I'd come in to discover you."

"Hmmm, that sounds kinky," I told her.

"It is. It's wonderfully kinky," she said. "But I knew that this was your first time, and I thought that you should know what's going on, especially since this is your first time doing this kind of thing. I mean, if you want to back out, it's perfectly fine."

"Well," I stammered. "I have to admit that it sounds delicious." I told her.

"So you want to go through with it?" She asked.

"Sure," I told her. I felt comfortable with this woman, and figured that this could be a pretty erotic experience for me. I took my clothes off, laid down on the bed, and let her tie me up. She did it very gently, and made sure that I was comfortable. She also placed a ski mask over my head, which covered my eyes so that I couldn't really see. I could sort of see out of it, but the room's lights had been dimmed, so all I could make out were slight shadows. After she had finished preparing me, I kind of looked like the following photo. For the record, the photo isn't actually of me, but it's such a good likeness that people who know me could easily think it's me. The way that I was spread out on that bed made me quite vulnerable to sexual stimulation. I actually wasn't able to move much at all, and being vulnerable like that excited me.

Nothing sexual had even happened to me at that point, but I was already wet from the anticipation of what might happen next. Little did I know.

I was a little surprised that my boyfriend hadn't walked into the room soon after I had been tied up. I would have been able to see him, or at least a shadow of him, but this woman was the only other person in the room with me. For the next 15 minutes or so, she nibbled, teased, and titillated me from head to toe with her fingers, mouth, and tongue. I was in heaven. It was wonderful. After a while, I even stopped bothering to try to peek for any shadows of my boyfriend. I just laid there and quietly enjoyed being so wonderfully pleasured.

I certainly didn't fall asleep while she played with me. It felt too good for that. But I was definitely lulled into a stupor that made me oblivious to the rest of the world. I realize that it sounds unbelievable, but it suddenly dawned on me that this woman wasn't the only person giving me pleasure. When I realized this, I gasped out loud, and did my best to peek through the ski mask to verify what I felt. Down at each one of my feet were two people who were beginning to massage my feet and suck on my toes. They were just dark figures to me. One of them could have been my boyfriend. I wouldn't know for sure until afterwards. What I did know was that not only were there two people stimulating my feet and toes, but there were also two people who were now massaging my breasts, and sucking on my nipples. If that wasn't enough stimulation going on, yet another person was expertly teasing my pussy and clit with their fingers, mouth, and tongue.

For the next 45 minutes or so, these people, whomever they were, brought me to one climax after another. I was fucked a number of times, but always with a vibrating dildo, or a set of fingers; not by anyone's cock. As it turned out, my boyfriend had made it back to the motel, but he never made it into the room where I had been. Instead, he had passed out drunk in an adjoining room. We broke up shortly after that because he couldn't handle what had happened that night. Go figure. It was his idea!

I truly enjoyed it. I became friends with that other woman, and also her husband who had been there that night to help stimulate me. They go to swinger parties, bringing me along as a guest sometimes. I don't know whatever happened to my boyfriend.