A Tale of Two Birthdays

A Tale of Two Birthdays

My wife, Kate, and I (Mike) really enjoy fucking. Like, a lot. And while sex with each other makes up the vast majority of our fucking, we also do enjoy playing with others -- always together.

My hope is that if you're reading this, you've read my story Happy Anniversary -- it will kind of give you the background you need to understand the way our sex life is structured, including the kind of debauchery that we really do get up to during playtime. This particular story is something I briefly referenced in that story -- the tale of my birthday last year, and hers the year before.

Now, the thing you need to understand is that our birthdays are only about a month and a half apart -- hers in April, mine in May. Much like our anniversary, it's always up to each of us to plan the entertainment for the other's birthday. I will say, we've never had quite as crazy a time on either of our birthdays as we did on our seventh anniversary, but the birthdays you'll see here certainly came close.

To give you the outlay for her birthday two years ago, you first need to understand that we have a "hall pass" system where we each get one free pass with somebody outside of the context of a mutually involved encounter. The year in question was the only year so far in our marriage where we both used our hall passes (hers that year was because she somehow managed to find herself alone in a hotel room with Michael B. Jordan, and I mean... I get it; I might've considered it too, and I'm about as straight as they come) -- there have been three years where it was just me using the hall pass, two where it was just her, and this last year leading up to our seventh anniversary, neither of us used our hall pass.

My use of my hall pass that year had been something I ordinarily stay away from -- one night with a co-worker. LT Merrill Pippen, Medical Service Corps, United States Navy, is a physician's assistant, and was, at the time, the chief medical officer for my squadron (context: I'm a Major in the US Marine Corps, and the operations officer for the squadron; at the time, I was a Captain, serving as the logistics officer). She was getting ready to PCS, heading to USS Ronald Reagan, homeported at Yokosuka, Japan, and a few nights before her final day at the squadron, a group of the officers, including the old chaplain, the H&S commander, a few of the pilots, and the squadron surgeon, decided to take her out to the bar.

Now, I want to point out, it wasn't a bunch of dudes taking her out -- two of the pilots were women. Add to that the fact that LT Pippen was married, and I don't think anybody was concerned for her wellbeing or virtue.

I only had a couple of drinks throughout the night -- as the oldest of the bunch, I was getting to the point in my life where drinking like I used to in college just left me miserable, to say nothing of the fact that I had driven. LT Pippen, being almost as old as me, was in the same boat, although she had planned a little better and taken an Uber. The young 24, 25 year old lieutenants, on the other hand, were thoroughly enjoying themselves, and around 11:00, everybody called an Uber to head back to the squadron, except for the surgeon -- who had already left -- and Doc Pippen and myself.

"I miss being that young," I sighed after the pilots had left. "I miss being able to pound a six pack and not worry about what my hangover was going to be like the next day, or if it was going to contribute to me somehow ending up on BCP."

LT Pippen laughed. "Come on, Mike, a six pack of beer wouldn't put you anywhere near in danger of being on BCP. You have like no discernible body fat."

I raised an eyebrow. "Been checking me out, have you, Merrill?"

"Or, you know, conducting your annual periodic health assessment," she shot back with a grin. "Although, maybe."

I grinned. "Really."

Merrill rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. I caught you staring at my ass when I came in in my whites the other day. You were not subtle."

"It's a great ass," I said with a shrug. "As a good churchgoing man, I feel it is my obligation to appreciate the beauty of all that God has made."

"Oh, my ass was sculpted by God, then?" she asked with a grin.

I thought for a moment. "Your ass was sculpted by God as though He were Patrick Swayze in Ghost, guiding Demi Moore's hands to create a work of beautiful art."

She paused for a moment. "Okay, you are fucking incorrigible, but that's a pretty good line."

I took a mock bow. "Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week."

Merrill took a beat, as if considering what to do next, and then signaled our server for another drink. A moment later, a gin and tonic appeared at our table. "And you, sir?" the server asked.

"Just a Diet Coke. Probably time for me to cut off," I told him.

He disappeared, and Merrill took a sizable sip of her gin and tonic before speaking. "So. I know you and I have had what I think is safe to call a harmless flirtation for the year we've been at the squadron together," she said. "I think that had we both been drunk enough at the same time during deployment, it might've gone further than that, but it didn't."

She looked up, and stared me directly in the eyes. "But tonight, I feel like this is going somewhere." She stopped, touching the wedding band on her left hand. "I want you to know that if it does, my husband will be okay with it. We've never had a closed relationship. With both of us being in the military, we have an understanding that sometimes we're going to have needs that it's impossible for the other to provide, whether because one of us is on deployment, or we're not co-located, or whatever the case."

Then she looked down at my left hand. "I just want to make sure I'm not leading you to be unfaithful to Kate."

I shook my head. "No worries there," I told her. "Kate and I have invited, well, a few hundred different people into our bedroom at this point. And I will say that normally, we don't do anything without the other involved, but we do allocate each other one hall pass per year. If something were to happen between us tonight, I would call that my hall pass for this year."

"Alright," Merrill said with a nod. "If you're sure."

I grinned. "Yeah, I'd like to see where this goes. Let me just do one thing."

Pulling out my phone, I quickly typed a text to Kate: "Hall Pass."

I got a reply text within a minute: "With Merrill? It's about damn time. Go get her, tiger." That was followed by an eggplant emoji and a squirting water emoji.

I know I say this a lot, nearly ad nauseum, but my wife is the best. She's my favorite person in the world, she's got a great sense of humor, she fucks like a champion, and she's always supportive of me having fun. I love her so much.

But I digress.

Merrill finished her gin and tonic, and I paid the bill. "Where to, Doc?"

"We can go back to my place," she replied. "Brian's battalion is deployed right now, so there's nobody home." Then she blushed a little. "I have to admit, things might be a little dusty and not up to normal grooming standards downstairs. I haven't played at all while he's been gone -- I've just been too busy."

I shrugged. "If I have to brush away a few cobwebs to go down on you, it'll be worth it." I winked at her, and a look of mock horror crossed her face as we stood to leave.

"Cobwebs?! Why, I NEVER."

Well, we made it as far as the car. No sooner was I seated and buckled in then Merrill was on top of me, kissing me and playing with my dick through my pants. "Damn," I said when she came up for air. "I get the feeling you've been thinking about this for a while."

She shrugged. "Nearly a year," she said, sitting down in her seat. As I put the car in drive, she reached over and started unzipping my pants.

"You're not doing what I think you're doing," I said in disbelief as she pulled my rapidly hardening dick out.

Merrill didn't say a word, just smiled at me, and then lowered her head to envelop half of my now rock hard dick in her mouth. I started driving -- CAREFULLY -- as she sucked my dick. This was certainly a first -- not even Kate had been adventurous enough to try road head with me.

Two things worked in my favor as I received the mobile blowjob -- one, I had been to Merrill and Brian's house before, so I didn't have to keep having her stop to give me directions, and two, I was concentrating enough on the road that I was never in danger of blowing my load and possibly losing control. Nonetheless, I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly as Merrill kept up her oral efforts all the way to her house. She didn't uncouple her lips from my dick until we pulled into the driveway, at which point she pulled her phone out of her purse, opened her Google Home app, and tapped an icon that caused the garage door to start opening.

"Go ahead and park in Brian's spot," she told me. "His car is at the command post."

Simple enough. I pulled my car forward, parking it next to her car -- a late '90s Corvette ZO6, from the looks of it. "I had no idea you drove a 'Vette," I said to her.

"Oh yeah," she said with a bit of a shiver. "That V8 roar gets me wetter than you can imagine."

"I can imagine a lot," I muttered as she unbuckled and got out. She shut the door behind her, and before I got out, I reached into the glovebox and retrieved a strip of four condoms. They were a type that Kate and I had been trying out in our encounters as of late -- Skyn condoms, they were called, they were latex free (a concern that had cropped up with a playmate who turned out to be allergic to latex), and they pretty much felt like they weren't there.

As I got out of the car, dick still at half mast and sticking out of my slacks, I realized that Merrill was reaching up underneath her sundress and shimmying out of her panties. "Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" I asked as she tossed her light blue boy shorts on the hood of my car. "We're still in the garage."

"I'm aware," she responded, a coquettish grin on her face as she lay down on the hood of her Chevy sports car. "You see, I want you to fuck me on the hood of my Corvette."

So, you know in the old Looney Tunes cartoons when a character sees another, highly attractive character, their eyes bulge out, and you hear an old school "AOOOOGAH" horn sound? Yeah, that's about how I felt when Merrill said that, then laid fully back on the hood of her bright yellow Corvette, hiking up her skirt to reveal a full but tidy mass of blonde pubes right above her pussy, a few hairs curling their way along her labia.

"Well, damn," I said as I came around my car. "I gotta say, I don't see any cobwebs."

"I haven't had the chance to shave it in weeks, though," she grumped. "I don't like having that much pubic hair."

"I promise you, it's hot," I told her. "It all looks pretty damn fantastic."

And it did. Her bright pink inner labia just stuck out between the paler outer labia, which separated at the top to reveal a small but prominent clitoris. "For real, though," I continued. "I don't know if anybody's ever told you this, but you've got a pretty perfect pussy."

She propped herself up on her elbows and thought for a moment. "You know what, no," she said. "Nobody's ever told me that. Not even Brian, although I know how much he likes it." She grinned. "I couldn't stop him from going down on me if I tried to."

"Well," I said to her, "I may be a poor replacement for your husband, but... I'll do my best."

Leaning over her, I rested my hands on either side of her shoulders on the hood of the Corvette, and kissed her. As I did so, my still-bare cock brushed against her lips, causing her to shudder. "God," she sighed. "I know you got condoms out, but I wish... I wish you could just fuck me without one."

"Believe me, I do too," I said to her, "but Kate and I have an agreement -- no sex with outside parties without condoms."

A pout appeared on Merrill's face. "But... maybe if you just stuck it in me, and then pulled it back out, that wouldn't count as sex?"

I frowned. "I mean... that seems awfully borderline."

Sitting up, she kissed me again, then pulled her sundress the rest of the way off. A pair of 32Cs had been hiding underneath it, braless, and coupled with her perfectly coiffed blonde hair on her head and her blonde triangle of pleasure below, the overall package was something that preyed on my deepest weaknesses -- blondes with pretty pussies and a great rack.

"Are you sure?" she asked, doing what I think was supposed to be her best Marilyn Monroe look.

"Ah, fuck," I groaned, pushing her back down on the hood of the Corvette and thrusting my bare cock inside of her -- and then stopping, balls deep.

Her eyes closed and she groaned, "Oh, YEAH." She shivered all over, and her legs locked behind my ass, as if she was trying to draw me in even deeper. She started gyrating her hips, grinding her crotch against mine, more or less fucking the bare cock inside of her despite my best efforts to prevent it.

"Merrill, you've gotta stop that," I warned her, but she wasn't paying attention. She had started playing with her clit as she ground against me. "Seriously. This is -- I can't."

"Yes, yes you can," she replied, her voice husky as she began to near orgasm.

And she wasn't the only one nearing orgasm. I was literally doing nothing except standing there, my condomless dick buried completely in her snatch, but her movements and the increasing pulses in the walls of her pussy as she got closer to orgasm were getting me close to the point of no return as well. Quite frankly, even though my mouth was saying one thing, every other part of me was just like, YES, THIS IS AMAZING, BLOW THAT LOAD.

Let's be real. No man ever wants to use a condom, me included. I just knew that if I let this follow through to completion, I was going to have to do something fucking huge to make it up to Kate. But at this point, my logical brain had stopped working, and my dick was now driving the bus. I started thrusting into Merrill, as her fingers worked overtime on her clit. A flush had developed in her chest and was making its way up to her face, her nipples turning hard as diamonds as she approached orgasm.

She wrapped her ankles even tighter around my ass as my thrusts grew more frenetic. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "Oh, give me that cock, Mike. Give me your cum!"

I had no coherent response, just a few grunts as her continued playing with herself finally sent her over the edge. Her wails filled the garage as she came, her left hand squeezing itself around my writs as her right hand continued jerking erratically across her clit. The walls of her pussy squeezed in against my dick, trapping it deep inside and causing a sensation almost like a massage of my dick. Because I was so close, after just a couple of seconds of her orgasming like that, I began to come as well, spurts of cum erupting violently from the head of my cock.

"Oh, yes," Merrill spat out, sounding like a woman possessed. "Fill me with your cum, Mike."

And fill her I did. I pumped shot after shot into her, my dick finally relaxing as she came down from her own orgasm.

As I softened and pulled out of her, I watched as a rivulet of my cum streamed out of her and dripped onto the hood of the Corvette. That brought me back to reality -- "Oh boy, I really shouldn't have done that," I breathed.

"Oh, but it felt so good, didn't it," she gasped, her chest still heaving.

I couldn't deny that it had. I'd have to confess my sins to Kate later, though, and she was sure to make me pay for it.

Not that I necessarily minded her form of payment. It usually involved her putting on a strap-on using her dildo custom made from a mold of my dick, and then pegging me with it. There was a certain poetic justice to more or less fucking myself, and it happened rarely enough that there was still a good amount of intrigue and dare I say enjoyment to it.

The real irony to it, of course, was the fact that the first time she ever did that was a full two years before the first time she allowed me to fuck her in the ass, and in fact, when this encounter with Merrill Pippen happened, we were still some eight months away from the first time I got to do that.

Back to the matter at hand, though. Careful not to smear my cum too much on her car, Merrill dismounted the hood of the Corvette. Grabbing a pair of clean chamois cloths, she handed one to me to wipe myself off with, and then used the other to wipe our mixed fluids off the hood. "I'll have to give it a full wash and wax over the weekend," she sighed. "Of course, it's going into storage in two months anyway..."

She seemed to suddenly deflate, as though the realization that she was about to ship out to an aircraft carrier homeported in Japan landed on her shoulders all at once. When she looked up at me, there was a look of despair and sadness on her face. "I'm going to be so lonely on the Reagan," she said softly. "I don't know anybody on that ship, and Brian won't PCS to Fourth Marines until October." Tears started to well up in her eyes. "I won't even be here when he gets back from deployment!"

"Hey, hey," I said quietly, reaching out to her. She cuddled up against me, letting me wrap her up in my embrace. "It's okay," I said. "I know, it's not gonna be easy, but you're gonna be okay. You're a good Navy officer, an even better doc, and I know you'll be just fine."

She sniffled. "Thank you, Mike," she said quietly, her tears soaking into my shirt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pour this out on you... you've been such a good friend, and I feel like I took that for granted, and now I made you break one of your wife's rules and come inside of me..."

She stopped talking and looked up at me, tear tracks down her cheeks. "I suck."

"No," I said firmly. "No, you don't. You've just got a lot of stuff going on right now. And it took two of us to make me fuck you bareback."

She shrugged and wiped tears from her eyes. "I guess that's true."

I smiled. "Let's go inside."

Five minutes later, we were in Merrill's bed, with her cuddled against me. Now, ordinarily, if I were taking a hall pass, I wouldn't be cuddling with the woman afterwards, but in this case, it was somebody who was a friend, and not just that, but somebody who was going through a rough time, emotionally. So, I figured, I might as well give her a supportive shoulder to figuratively lean on, what with the person she would normally lean on being deployed overseas.

As we talked about the future, about how she was going to handle being on Reagan, and how she was going to deal with being apart from Brian for nearly a year, she started absentmindedly playing with my dick, and I started to get hard again. She noticed, but kept talking as she stroked more intentionally. We were even still carrying on our conversation as she straddled me and began sliding her pussy along the underside of my hard cock.

"I'm just concerned -- mmmm -- you know, about being on a ship in a -- ahhhhh -- foreign country, with Brian not -- oooooh -- getting there until November," she said, little moans of pleasure escaping from her mouth.

I was not as distracted as her. "Look, I know the Navy Medical Service Corps is a small community. I would think you'd get to know the other docs on Reagan fairly quickly, and before you know it, you'll -- OHHHHHH."

While I may not have been distracted by Merrill sliding her wet slit along the keel of my cock, I was definitely distracted by her sliding forward of it, grabbing me, rubbing the head of my dick against her wet opening, and then pushing backward, taking all of me inside of her once more. She groaned in pleasure, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as I sank balls deep inside her.