A Double Birthday Surprise

by WannabeGinger's Wife, Kerstin

Part 4

  

(Reprise… in case you missed chapter 3!)

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Kerstin opened the door after the bell had rung twice.

"Honey, what's kept y…….?, she began.

Her husband, Andrew stood there, dressed to the very best as a hooker. Beautiful blonde hair, a long wig that covered his own auburn hair, stacked high in a riot of curls that Bet Lynch would be proud of, lips vibrant red, eyes flashing under blue eyeshadow and through layers of mascara on false eyelashes. Her top was skin-tight, emphasizing her tits, and her flowing Spanish style skirt flew around her at calf level. Her strappy black patent shoes added height with their pin-point stiletto heels.

Karen put a crimson lacquered finger to her lips, indicating silence required.

"£100 an hour, honey, in case you're wondering……. May I come in?"

"Of course, I'm so sorry. ….. I've been expecting you!"

"… in advance, please, it's so distracting….." Karen continued.

"Of course, of course…… I thought we agreed £500 for the night."

"We did indeed… and what a night it will be."

Kerstin showed Karen into the lounge room and picked up a bundle of £50 notes from the side table. Karen took them and tucked them into the crease of her bra, between her tits…

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"I'm yours for the night, to do with as you please… or to have me do what you please. There's no rush, so how about a Martini? – their favourite "having sex" cocktail, Andrew/Karen knew would get Kerstin's juices flowing.

(There was no need, Kerstin had been giving herself a really gentle, slow, in-anticipation, fondle between her thighs for the previous half-hour.

"Wonderful, my favourite….." breathed Kerstin, standing at the place where the drinks were to hand. "Ice and a slice?", she enquired.

"Mmmm, tangy….. like your pussy I should imagine.", said Karen in her Lauren Bacall voice.

She moved toward Kerstin to take the drink when it was offered but immediately put is down and took his wife in his arms, his lipstick smelling strongly as he moved his lips towards hers. He kicked his lips, to preserve the colour and add shine.

Kerstin looked up into the eyes of this fabulous faux female – a being she had created for the night.

It was she who had prepared the ground. She had booked Andrew for a half-day's Changeaway session in town. It was she who had kept secret from 'her' the plan to prevent him from leaving the salon back in his boy clothes… to keep him en femme for the night. To make him up and dress him as he chose…. knowing that he would go for the most slutty look imaginable. So be it. He would – and did - find 'herself' out on the street looking that way. Having to get home… or at least to get to his car, dressed as a total hooker.

Just the hooker who stood here holding her in 'his' arms.

He was a she was a he was a she… all day!

She wanted gentle, loving, lesbian sex with this woman who, she knew for sure, knew everything about her body and how to please her. She also wanted to be fucked senseless by the same person, the man who stood holding her in his/her arms.

His lips were close. Kerstin couldn't close her eyes like she usually did when they kissed. She had to keep looking into those darkly-shaded eyes. She marvelled at the lashes, so heavy with mascara.

She buried her lips into his. Never mind the mess it would make of his lipstick, however long-lasting it should have been. The kiss was deep and long-lasting. Their tongues entwined and she eventually closed her eyes, losing herself in the fantasy of being taken by this woman.

He, by this stage, was delighted with the home-coming and the way his hooker-persona was being received. He was pleased that he had insisted on a change of hairstyle before leaving the salon. The wild blonde cloud of back-combed curls that had been there all afternoon was best replaced. The huge pile of blonde rolls was kind-if top-heavy and kept reminding Karen of its presence.

She was pleased with the make-up, no matter how excessively slutty it was…. This was the role for tonight and it needed "in yer face", almost theatrical make-up. He was loving the feel of the tight corset beneath his clothes, the stretch of the suspenders and the closeness of the stockings. Luxury!! The skirt, too, wafted across his stockinged skin. Like a feather. Like a fingertip on a clitoris….. It was heaven. He was pleased with the shoes, too, that gave the height advantage that he was unused to. He, Karen,. was taller than Kerstin for the first time.

Kerstin's hand sought to find his cock but to no avail. It was tightly constrained within the corset and the knickers. She would have to wait.

Karen's fire was rising in her crotch, tight as everything there was bound. She wanted Kerstin and she wanted her …. now! But she would have to wait for her cock to be used. The fire in her head caught her by surprise. She literally tore at Kerstin's silken blouse. Buttons flew everywhere and the final one tore the material. Kerstin's bra was exposed and in a flash, her tits were too. The bra was torn from her, and Karen's lips closed in on the nipples, already hard with lust.

"Oh, yessssssss………" Kerstin growled.

His wife knew now that she was being taken, quite literally, in a direction that she couldn't stop. He would have her in ecstasy within moments. Karen pushed her to lie on the couch, falling to her knees in front of Kerstin's wide-apart legs. Kneeling on the floor, she pulled at her wife's knickers with as much force as she could ….and they yielded. Kerstin's fanny was revealed, with its wet labia imploring her to dive in. Karen knew that he, himself, was close to cumming…. without his cock ever being seen!

He dived in with his lipstick-laden mouth and finished Kerstin off in a salvo of orgasms; she let herself cum and cum again, and again.

Karen, still fully-clothed realized that there was no escape. Her cock was too far gone to hold back the inevitable orgasm that filled his knickers with juice. Kerstin knew at once that she had to lick his clothed groin to get the taste of his spunk. She threw him off balance as she rose from the couch and he fell sideways, giving her the chance to dive under the shimmering skirt…. to devour him/her. Lesbian sex? well, it might well have been.

No words were spoken during all this time.

There was no need. Each sensed the needs of the other with ease. And they lay back, out-of-breath but nowhere near exhausted.

"You bitch!…" exclaimed Kertsin…….. pausing for breath. "You can do that anytime."

"Your call……. but what now?" Those Martinis are going cold! Her husband laughed.

"I want the fucker….", 'her' wife exclaimed. "…and I have a surprise for you later!"

"Where is it?.. and what's the surprise???, Karen demanded.

"Not telling….. It's a surprise! You'll find out soon enough anyway. But the fucker is in the bedroom, ready, just on the bedside table." She said, referring to the ever-faithful dildo that they enjoyed together almost every night. Hand-held, it gave seven inches of delight when sucked, licked, near-swallowed, used to stroke, and inserted into, Kerstin's vagina.

Karen rose to her feet with difficulty. Standing in those heels was not easy. Climbing the stairs in a hurry to get the fucker was going to take time….. "Hurry and you could break your neck, my lover." said Kerstin, her Martini held in one hand and her fingers from the other exploring her cunt. "…. But don't be long!!!"

Karen walked towards the stairs, his stiletto heels holding him back a little. He turned and looked at his wife and said "You have got all night, haven't you?!"

He climbed the staircase, looking over his shoulder a couple of times, to see Kerstin furiously exploring her fanny with her eyes closed and her head thrown back on the couch. If his cock were not hidden away, he would go back down there and shag her, hard, for the next hour!!! But, no, it was not to be. He was a she for the night… or until Kerstin's fancy turned to being fucked.

He reached their bedroom and entered, immediately seeing a wonderful new negligee and dressing gown set laid out on the bed. Was this the surprise? Now, where was the fucker???

There it lay, beside her pillow. It was ready for the night's enjoyment. Karen grasped it with her right hand and it only just closed around the girth – his hand palm measured seven inches, he knew that – and it was seven inches long. Many times, it had been inside Kerstin, only remaining to be seen in outline between her labia. What a great piece of design! Its surface was covered in simulated veins and its tip perfectly formed in the shape of a cock, with skin folds around the sides. Beautiful to suck – as he had many times. Beautiful to push deep inside her.

Karen couldn't wait to get back down there to use it on his wife's pussy.

He noticed a collar on the table beside his side of the bed…. a black leather, studded collar. Was that the surprise? Indeed not. He had worn that many times. It seemed to go very well with his female clothes just now, so he paused to fasten its strong buckle behind his throat. He tightened it just enough. (If she wanted, it would go another step tighter later). With his/her blonde hair high up on his head, his neck needed some adornment. The start had been with him/her the dominant one…. This would fit with that. Maybe later, Kerstin would be the dominant one……

Back downstairs, with fucker in hand, Karen made 'her' entrance into the living room where Kerstin still lay, ….wanking herself.

"Try this, honey." said Karen, first licking, then sucking the dildo before handing it to Kerstin. "Get it right inside you and I'll drive you wild with my tongue. Which is what she did. As her wife squeezed hard on the fucker within her, Karen licked and teased and sucked her labia until the juices ran down her face. At one stage, Karen thought his wife had peed she was so excited. Simply, she had cum and ejaculated…. a rare experience for both of them.

Drinking deeply, Karen eventually rose for breath and said "Delicous!!!!!"

They rested once more……… perhaps aware that the whole night lay ahead of them and they could not carry on at this pace. Kerstin went to 'freshen up' while her husband refreshed his make-up and gave thought to the pace of the evening.

There would be time for both of them to 'be on top' but the way it was going, Kerstin was playing the 'femme' role between the two women. He had to engineer a change in direction – perhaps an hour or two later- when she would become the dominant one and take over. He decided that the next step would be for him/her to undress his/her wife…… Total control…. Kerstin would not be allowed to move or say a word. Unless she stopped him, Karen would take his wife's clothing down to nothing while he, until told otherwise, would remain in his hooker's gear.

He wondered whether to loosen his hair – the rolls of curls were holding together very well – No, it would be a shame, just yet at least. There would be time for things to loosen up all round…... Then, and only then, would he change his/her beautiful coiffure.

Kerstin stood in the bathroom. Thinking. What would the client of a hooker, who had her to themselves at home for a whole night, be planning? As she splashed water on her face, lightly, she sensed she should not change what she had decided earlier, before her husband, "Karen" the hooker, got home.

She had intended to tease his palate with aperitifs and appetizers before going out for a birthday dinner. The pre-dinner, homecoming shagging had gone beautifully. Now it was time for a change of pace.

A stand-off seemed inevitable…… Karen intending to undress Kerstin, without argument. Kerstin intending to take Karen out for dinner after pre-dinner nibbles!

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The nibbles won!

Of course, they should have. Kerstin was the client. Karen was the hired hooker; hired to do what the client wanted. Kerstin should have the choice. What she wanted…… she got, tonight!

So, they did finish their Martinis. Karen's undressing of his wife would have to wait. With the Martinis, they tasted many different what-post-people-would-call canapés. prawn crackers, smoked salmon with horseradish, oysters grilled with parmesan, olives stuffed with anchovy and goat's cheese brulée. All washed down with crisp Italian Pinot Grigio/Garganega blend.

"Take care with your lipstick, darling.", said the wife.

"I'd rather be eating you than these!", said her hooker.

"We're eating out!", she retorted, grabbing her coat and pulling the whore towards the door.

"Whoa! Let me fix my face and have a pee first." Karen was dying for a pee, having not been since changing into her gear at the salon, some six hours previously.

He/she took a few moments to compose "her"self and, in particular, re-arrange her cock and bollocks that, by then, were suffering from hours of constraint. She then fixed her make-up and took a close look at herself in the mirror. Out loud, she said to herself:

"You can do this, girl. You've been out in the street. You've seen off a punter and got her name for a call. You've seen off two male drivers and a copper who was getting too inquisitive. And, you've seen off the crowd that gathered to look at you. You've passed as a whore. You can go to a local restaurant. Whatever happens…. be yourself!"

The mirror didn't answer.

Back in the hallway, she asked her wife: "Where are we going?"

"Just across the square and into the High Street. I fancy a Chinese tonight. Lots of spice…. to go with my spicy partner!", said Kerstin, pausing briefly. "You have to flirt with me…seriously ……And let me just say, you have to be prepared for other surprises. Whatever I do or say to you in the restaurant……" – she clearly had a plan - ………"………, whatever, you mustn't take it that I'm cross with you. I may appear so, but I won't be… You wait and see!"

Whatever could she mean? What could possibly happen to make sense of that? Karen wondered.

They walked across the garden square in front of the house and into the main street where there were several shops and restaurants. The Chinese, where they were both well known, was crowded with early-evening diners. Karen thought and said: "What if I'm recognized?" to herself.

They were shown to a table that they had used many times – quite central to the restaurant, in full view of most tables. The waitress, Li-Ann, recognized Kerstin and said:

"Where your husband tonight….. You here with girlfriend?"

"Exactly." said Kerstin in reply…. though, she thought, this was some "girlfriend" to be seen with. She thought: "My sex toy, more like!".

They ordered two Tiger beers and studied the menu. Easy-peasy: "A Set Meal for Two…… and more beers in a minute." Kerstin ordered confidently, while Karen viewed the diners surrounding them. No other whores out with their punters, then! Mostly couples having a weekend dinner quietly. Nobody he knew was there, which was a relief. He found his heart pounding again. The fear of recognition… of discovery!

In a slow and uncontrollable way, Andrew's mind wandered. He was suddenly conscious of being a man in women's clothes, sitting in a crowded restaurant on a Saturday evening.

What was he doing there?! Couldn't he control what was now an urge to dress this way?

What would all these people be thinking? Some must suspect his identity.

What's Kerstin thinking right now?

Does she really enjoy what we are doing or will it blow up in my face and she leaves me?

How can I separate my weekday 'me' from my weekend 'her'?

The thought of being exposed… tonight… It was a real possibility………

Fuck it, my cock hurts it's so tangled up in that corset!

Wouldn't it be great to have real tits!

What if I get to like this too much……and I'm not content with just weekends?

How much further will everyday changes, to my hair and skin, go before………

What if Kerstin finds another woman?!!!

There was £500 in cash nestled between her tits…

…… What if the woman at the station would pay that much?

His thoughts were over in a second and the waitress was at his shoulder. Their meal had arrived… mixed starters and Duck with pancakes. Delicious. Karen's favourites.

He/she remembered then… he had to flirt with his wife….. Better begin……..

"Buon appetito, or whatever they say in Hong Kong. Here's to a long night!", he whispered.

He rolled a duck pancake and added the Hoi Sin sauce, pausing to dip the end in a chilli sauce that he loved……. Then he put the roll into his lipstick-laden mouth whilst narrowing his eyes almost to closure between the lashes. "Mmmmmmmmm….", he murmured, licking his lips after each bite. "Thank you for a wonderful treat, earlier, letting me do that…..", he whispered.

His/her wife sparkled at the words. Her eyes became brighter and her lips moistened. "You have no need to thank me…. It's me who had the most wonderful experience of her life! Girls really can have more fun together."

Conversation was quiet between them and subtle themes ran through what they said. Not loud enough for anyone else to hear, despite the closeness of the tables.

Their main course was delayed because the kitchen was so busy.

Kerstin's hand reached out across the table and, in a private gesture of the greatest intimacy, she ran her fingers over Andrew's hand. To a casual observer, it would have been simple between wife and husband. But these tow didn't look like…. could not be…… wife and husband. They were two women……

To anyone taking close interest….. and nobody was………. She was teasing this other woman…. overtly….. sexually.

Karen's eyes widened, her pupils dilated, reflecting the dark surrounds created by the lashes and mascara.

Without warning, Kerstin slapped his face with her right hand. Hard.

"How dare you!", she near-shouted… loud enough for the restaurant to hush in a second and for forty pairs of eyes to turn in their direction… in Karen's direction!

That was enough…… Speechless, Karen was shocked but instantly recalled her wife's words: "Be prepared for other surprises…."

Her face glowed where the slap had landed on her cheek. This was designed to test her composure to the limit. Eyeballs drilled into 'her' from every direction. Kerstin sat there with a smirk on her face as if to say "Get out of that!" but she said, more quietly, but audibly….. "Get the bill. We're leaving."

Two women having an argument, or trading insults? One, a conventional (!!??) businesswoman, the other clearly a tart on her night off……. No men in sight!

Kerstin looked towards the window and Karen signalled to the waitress for the bill. It was left to her to apologize for the cancelled meal. She was still in shock but having to cope with the exposure to the surrounding room. People had begun to talk, almost all in hushed voices, clearly speculating about who these tow were and what was the slap all about?!

This was his birthday… some bloody surprise that was!!!

No matter, they had to leave and leave soon. …… Perhaps he should have some fun on the way?

To the couple – complete strangers - on the next table, he said "Surprise, surprise!" in his normal male voice. Deliberate give-away. They both flushed with embarrassment.

On her way out of the restaurant, Karen made her walk into a most exaggerated, almost cat-walk performance. Following Kerstin's lead, her arse swung from side to side as her hips swayed and her feet stepped one in front of the other. Unlike catwalk models, her tits were prominent and made a beautiful impression. Those dark eyes flashed at anyone who dared to stare!

She was loving every minute of the attention she was getting. None of these dummies would know what she was getting when she got home in a few minutes' time. Sex. But not of the nature of the sex that they professed to 'enjoy'. Not just normal sex. Not conventional sex. By any stretch of the imagination, they were going home for "push the boundaries" sex, with eachother's love assured without doubt.

He/she threw some cash into the hand of the little Chinese girl at the reception desk who could only stand and stare in total incomprehension. "See you again?", she said instinctively.

As they entered the street, Karen exclaimed: "You needn't have hit me so hard!!"

"Nonsense, baby. It needed the impact in more ways than one. I'd love to know what they all thought you had said to me…….. That was cute, talking the way you did to the couple next to us though. That'll have given them food for thought!", Kerstin replied.

They faced eachother and kissed, passionately, their lipsticks merging together. They turned and crossed the street, reaching the corner of the square across which they moved with increasing speed – as fast as Karen's heels would allow!

"And you didn't let me flirt for long enough! I was looking forward to that part!" Karen mused.

As they neared home, with few words passing between them, Karen thought of her plan before they left – to take control and take Kerstin's clothes from her, piece by piece. If she got the chance, she would do this. but would she…. get the chance? It did depend on what her 'client' had in mind.

The most significant feeling she experienced walking in the early evening air was that of the perilous nature of stiletto heels. She had mastered them with comparative ease but, as they walked, she marvelled at the poise she felt just because she had done so, It gave her much more confidence as a woman, to be in command of those heels! The swish of her skirt made her feel extra feminine now…. as aggressively as she was dressed and made-up.

As they reached the front door, all the choices had to be made. They were Kerstin's choices. 'He' was at her mercy. She had 'paid' for his/her services for the whole night! The play-acting had to continue unabated.

"Will you get ready to fuck me when we are upstairs?" Kerstin asked. "I need you inside me."

"Sorry, no can do, lover. Not dressed this way. You have to have the fucker again……."

"In that case, I've changed my mind. Go in and wait for me in the bedroom. I promised you surprises and you're about to get the next one!"

"Get your top and skirt off and open the gusset of the corset. Leave the stockings and suspenders and your darling heels on! Stand there and wait for me… and do exactly as you are told when I join you! No messing!" Kerstin grew in her dominant attitude. Her whore did as she/he was told.

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When Kerstin entered the room her hands were behind her back, carrying something that Karen couldn't see. Andrew had taken off the outer clothes as she had been told to do.

She, obviously, looked like a woman who was ready for sex………. except that her corset no longer held her cock in hiding. Although not hard, she was evidently "interested". Her manhood clearly would not be forced back into its daytime prison.

"Close your eyes!"

Kerstin revelled in the control she now held over her whore.

She herself was now dressed in fabulous lingerie that flowed in the most feminine way – a pretty baby-doll top and a floaty gown to cover her. Except that the gown wasn't tied. It hung loose about her legs and, at the parting of her thighs revealed a life-like cock……. not a strap-on, a very life-like penis made in soft skin-like material……… It had no means of support. It was "hers" –

……..and it looked ready for sex……….

"You can open your eyes now."

Karen was stunned….. This was, indeed, an unexpected surprise! Kerstin has a penis of her own! It was mesmerizing. She couldn't take her eyes off it…… How??! Then he realized. Kerstin's cock was one part of a double-dildo. She was clearly filled by the other half. It looked delicious, but scary!!!! What had she in mind to do with that!? How much does something so life-like cost?

He had never fancied penetrative sex – well, penetrating anyone but Kerstin - in the time he had been dressing. Indeed, he had never fancied anything to do with male anatomy……. "I'm so deeply heterosexual" he had said to himself almost every day.. and certainly on the days when he was dressing in his bra and knickers and stockings and heels… He thought the same again in that instant. "I'm a guy……!"

"What do you have in mind for that, my lover?", he asked, in his Lauren Bacall drawl.

"I have in mind that you will give me the best blow-job a girl ever had. Now do it… and do it NOW!"

As Karen knelt to do as she was bidden, Kerstin closed the folds of the dressing gown around his shoulders and stroked the back of his neck, below where the mountain of blonde curls remained intact. She caressed the hair with her fingernails, pausing at each roll of hair to feel its change of direction, swirl-upon-swirl……… A Karen's mouth closed around his wife's cock, he forgot all about being penetrated himself. His tongue strayed towards her labia and the beautiful button that her clitoris made.

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Satisfied, for now, Kerstin laid back on the pillow in a wonderful post-orgasmic haze. She had no thoughts in her mind except that of ecstasy …… continuing ecstasy. How good it is when a woman knows how to please a woman. No man could really be expected to do that so well… And yet, her man had done so. OK, it took feminising him to this extent, for many weekends in succession, but 'he' had done it for her…… He had always been good in oral sex, but tonight he was passing all previous treats that he had given her…… So what if he now enjoyed dressing so much. It's a free country, she thought. It's really like loving another woman.

He's got right inside my head…… It's just as if he knows how he would want to be caressed if he were a woman himself…… by another woman…… He really is a lesbian, and a very sensitive one too. What luxury!

Karen lay holding her in a close cuddle, Kerstin's face snuggled up against her husband's "tits". Their breathing had become synchronous. Eyes closed, each was aware of the other's comfort with the way they were, and what they had been doing. Karen's cock was still semi-erect. He/she had yet to cum whereas Kerstin was exhausted she had cum so many times.

Not yet satisfied, laying there holding his wife in his/her arms, still dressed in sexy underwear, shoes now discarded but stockings and suspenders still in place, Karen….. or Andrew…. thought at last…… "It's my birthday….. I know I've had surprises…… And the day at the salon was a wonderful present……. And the evening has been planned superbly…. But I'm still wanting a fuck……… I wondered if I was going to get fucked with her cock but that seems not to be the idea…… thankfully!…… But what's next for me?" he said to himself.

He need not have worried……. or felt so frustrated. Kerstin had ideas forming in her head – it was long past their usual sleeping time but both were awake if not highly alert. She concluded a plan that would make his toes curl!!!!

"Your turn now.", she said. "Come over here with me, come on… we're going upstairs." as she led Andrew to the foot of the stairs where she paused and kissed him fully on the mouth and forced her tongue deep into his throat.

At the top of the stairs she told him to go into the bedroom and sit at the dressing table while she freshened her own make-up in the bathroom. As he sat, he studied himself in the mirror. Had he really been that woman in the restaurant? It was like it was someone else who got slapped.

Kerstin re-appeared and stood behind Karen. Without a word, she began to remove one of the folds of brilliant blonde hair at the top of Karen's head. She gently un-pinned the curl and unrolled it, reaching his shoulder at its fullest length. "Mmmmmm, this has potential……", Kerstin murmured.

"What are you doing??" asked her husband. "A lot of work went into that, as if you didn't know." He appeared concerned. "I'm not ready to lose that yet." As he had sat down in the chair, his cock had come fully out from the corset that still constrained his waist. It begged to be wanked…… But his concerns needed to be answered.

"Don't you worry darling, it'll be better even than it was when I've finished. I've done comb-outs all my life and I've never failed yet. And, when I'm done up here, I'll take care of you down there!"

With increasing speed, Kerstin's hands worked un her husband's complex coiffure. His own auburn hair was still hidden beneath the wig on which she was working. His hair would be re-styled tomorrow. He had chosen to be a blonde for his birthday and a blonde he would remain.

She kept the individual curls separate as she unwound them, planning to re-use their structure in the style that was developing in her head. The 'tower' had gone. A 'barnet' was coming!

Kerstin remembered his admiration of a style that was worn many times by the Sixties Diva, Dusty. All highly back-combed and smooth across the top but framed all over the back and sides with teased blonde curls that were each the size of her tiny hands. Back-combing began and seemed never to end. As each curl was thrashed into submission, it was then gently shaped and pinned into place. Each one laid upon the previous one, then eventual crown was six inches high and the sides were six inches proud of his profile.

What a stunning creation! It had taken a whole can of lacquer, it seemed, and Karen was blown away by it.

"It's fabulous, darling….. and so much better because it's your creation!"

"You wait……" said his wife as she came round front to face him and admire her own handiwork. That done, she sank to her knees between his stockinged legs and began to trace a path with her tongue towards the cock that stood proud from the corset. She took Karen's penis in her mouth and very gently nibbled its head.

The response was immediate. Harder now than before, a drop of pre-cum juices emerged for Kerstin to devour. She slipped her husband's cock into her mouth again and got to work in the best way a submissive woman might do with a man. He held her head with his lacquered fingers and relaxed as she did her stuff.

It was no surprise that he would cum only a few minutes later…… No regrets about that. No need to prolong the pleasure. It would be, and was, repeated later. She drank his spunk deeply and then returned to his face where she would share it with him in a deep and luxurious salty kiss.

Now he was satisfied, and a wave of tiredness swept over both of them…… The night was getting shorted and they would soon be needing to wake for the coming day….. And they had yet to sleep!

"You'll need a hair net if you want to sleep with it like that, but you could just go back to being you, with your own hair, if you like…."

"Tomorrow….. tomorrow is another day. Thank you for this wonderful birthday!" Karen breathed before falling to sleep in Kerstin's arms.

AND THAT WAS THE END OF THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE(S)!!

  

  

  

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