Anniversary Surprise

by LadynStFreknBed©

"Happy Anniversary, Honey," John greeted his wife with a kiss.

Pam kissed and hugged him before preparing her morning coffee. She smiled as she thought about the anniversary gift that she had gotten for her husband. He always loved when she wore sexy lingerie. Pam bought some special lingerie for tonight. She chose a black bustier with black stockings. Pam had tried it on before she hid it. The bustier hugged her petite shape. She had purchased black lace, French-cut panties to match. The stockings she bought were sheer black with a black seam along the back. The seam accented her thin, but shapely legs. To top off the outfit, she had bought her first pair of stilettos. The black stilettos were something she could never wear at her job. They were a special purchase just for her husband. She planned on greeting John at the door while wearing her new lingerie.

"Make sure you come right home tonight. I have a surprise for you," Pam said with a grin.

"I was just about to say the same for you," John said.

"Oh, really? What's the surprise?" Pam asked

"Well, if I tell you now, it won't be much of a surprise now, would it?"

Pam smiled and kissed John. She finished her coffee and kissed him goodbye. All day at work, she tried to think of what her surprise might be. As a teacher, she tried to focus on her work. Whenever she had a free moment, her mind drifted back to the impending surprise. While her one class was taking an exam, she thought about the possibilities.

Both of them enjoyed their steamy sex life. It would not be unusual for them to both have anniversary gifts ready that pertained to sex. Pam thought about their recent conversations about fantasies. Could he have provoked these conversations to prepare for her anniversary gift? They had talked about mutual fantasy of being with a black man or two. They had both thought that having a threesome with a woman or seeing Pam being fucked hard by a strong, black man would be a huge turn on. Pam had to stop thinking about it when she felt her panties get moist. She would be horrified if a soft moan had escaped her lips while she sat at her desk in front of her students.

After her last class, Pam rushed home. She was anxious to discover her surprise. She also wanted to put on John's surprise and be ready for his return from work. When Pam opened the front door, she noticed a trail of rose petals on the floor. She walked beside the trail. The path of rose petals led to the kitchen.

On the kitchen counter, there was a card sitting on top of a white garment box and a wine glass. She opened the card and read it. It said:

"You must follow these instructions exactly.

First, dress in the lingerie in the box. Add a pair of your stockings and heels.

I have your favorite wine chilling in the refrigerator. Drink one glass of wine.

Use my trench coat to cover yourself and meet me at the Oakside Hotel. Ask for the room for John Smith. I'll be waiting for you there.

Love,

John"

After Pam scanned the note a second time, she opened the box. Under the tissue paper was a sheer white babydoll with a matching white g-string. The cups of the babydoll were white lace. The neckline and hem were thinly trimmed in black velvet. Pam thought it somehow looked sexy and sophisticated. Her surprise for John would have to wait. She thoroughly intended to carry out John's instructions exactly. She was happy would be able to wear his sexy lingerie and her black stilettos.

After Pam changed into the lingerie, she opened the wine and filled the glass that John had left on the counter for her. Wine had always made Pam horny. Pam snickered, because she knew that is why John had included this in his instructions. If he had known how Pam had spent the entire day looking forward to being intimate with him, he might not have felt that she needed it.

Sipping wine while wearing lingerie was quite effective. While drinking, Pam wondered if John was preparing to act on one of their fantasies. She wondered how she would handle it if she walked into the hotel room and John was waiting there with another woman or a black man. By the time Pam was finished with the wine, she was feeling the need to have John satisfy her lustful needs. She was feeling ready to pounce on him as soon as she got to the hotel room. If John had made arrangements for fulfilling one of their fantasies, Pam decided she would do whatever he said and go through with it no matter what.

Pam put on John's trench coat. She was swimming in the fabric that hung on her small frame. Pam cinched the waist as tightly as she could. She was glad she had worn the stilettos. Without that little extra height, she would have been tripping on the hem of his coat. She drove straight to the hotel. In the hotel office, the elderly man adjusted his bifocals several times as he scanned the hotels handwritten registry for "John Smith."

"Room 69," he said as he handed her a key.

Pam took the key and walked the hallways towards the room. One the way, her heart raced. She was a little nervous about what she might find in the room. As she got closer, she felt her heart pounding in her chest. When she reached room 69, she took a deep breath and unlocked the door. The room was dark and quiet. Expecting to hear John's voice in the darkness, she took a few steps into the room. Pam heard the shower running. The bathroom door was closed.

Pam was disappointed at first at having to wait, then she thought John may have wanted to give her a chance to get comfortable and wait for him on the bed. She hung up John's trench coat before climbing onto the bed. She left on her stilettos. There, she waited. She was questioning John's plan. "Why did he have me drink a glass of wine if he was just going to keep me waiting?" she asked herself.

She realized that her impatience was simply because she was so anxious to be with her lover. While listening to the shower, Pam started rubbing her clit and thinking about how great it will be. Through Pam's gently moaning, she heard the shower turn off. She could hardly wait to be with John.

When she heard the bathroom door being opened, she flicked her long, brown hair and prepared to greet her lover. She was startled when a large black man in a towel entered the room. The man seemed just as surprised.

"Oh, I'll have to thank John for this one," Pam managed to get out.

"John set this up?" the black man asked.

"Yes, I know," Pam said, mistaking his question for a statement.

"Leave it to John…" the man said, but his thought was interrupted by his need to check out Pam's figure.

The man looked at Pam's long legs and thin body adorned with the white sheerness of the lingerie. "Damn, girl. You are sexy as hell," the man said.

His dark skin was making her hot. Pam watched as the man removed his towel. When Pam saw his huge cock, she forgave John instantly for making her wait. Pam sat up with her eyes locked on the man's sizeable endowment.

"Don't just stare at it. Suck it," the man said as he stepped towards the bed.

Pam was eager to comply. She licked the head of his dark cock and sucked in as much as he could. The man gripped Pam's long, brown hair and pushed her head down onto his semi-hard cock. Pam fought back the choking sensation and sucked him hard. She struggled to stretch her mouth around the width of his large cock. She spit on his cock and continued to suck him.

"Take off your panties and get on your hands and knees," the black man ordered.

After Pam got on her hands and knees, the man smacked her ass leaving it pink. He rubbed her clit before slipping a finger into her wetness. As the man held her hips firmly, he pressed the head of his cock against her tight, wet pussy. Rocking his hips, he gradually was able to push into her. Once she was able to take his cock, he thrust into her. Pam yelped at being stretched to accommodate his large cock. She moaned as his cock pummeled her wetness. She turned her head, so she could see his dark, athletic body taking her.

Pam was lost in ecstasy when the man withdrew from her. He told her to lie on her back. Pam hastily complied. The man climbed onto the bed between her legs. He put her feet on his broad shoulders. Her stilettos were beside his ears as he thrust into her. Pam loved the ability to watch this athletic black stranger take her. Pam tightened around his hard cock and whimpered as she came.

The man paused and removed her stilettos. He licked her stocking feet and sucked her toes before returning her feet to his shoulders. Just after he stretched her pussy to take him again, there was a knock at the door. The stranger grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself before answering the door.

"You sly dog," the man said to whoever was at the door. "Come on in. I might as well share."

Pam nervously covered her exposed femaleness. She thought it was her husband, but she couldn't be sure. A somewhat younger black man walked in.

"Whoa!" the young man said. "She's fuckin' hot! Maurice, you said you're gonna share, right?"

"That's the least I could do," Pam's lover said.

"How about we truly share and take her at the same time?" the younger man suggested.

Maurice wasted no time in lying down on the bed. Pam sucked on her lover and the younger man. She licked and sucked them both. When they were both hard, the older man laid back. He instructed Pam to ride him.

Pam mounted her lover and eased onto his cock. She had to work her wet pussy over his cock a few times in order to be able to lower herself onto it. The younger man instructed Pam to lean forward. After she leaned forward, the young man spit on her pucker and rubbed it.

"Oh, please. You're too big," Pam protested to the young man.

"You'll be fine," he said as he slipped one finger into her tight pucker.

The young man spit more and worked her anus until he felt she was ready. While Pam rode her first black lover, the younger man pressed his cock against her tightness.

"Relax," he ordered Pam.

He slowly pushed into her. Pam whimpered from the pain of having both holes stretched at first. Her whimpers of pain turned into whimpers of lustful ecstasy. As the young man slowly fucked her tightest canal, she grinded on Maurice's hard cock. With her leaning forward, her clit rubbed the base of Maurice's shaft. As the younger lover quickened his pace and began pounding her ass, Pam moved her hips faster. She wanted to take as much of them as she could. She wished John would have watched.

After her pussy clamped onto Maurice's cock again, she whimpered and whined as she came. Her body shuddered. That was all the young lover could take. He exploded into her tight canal. Maurice pumped Pam hard and fast from below until his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her.

Pam collapsed in a shaking mass on the bed next to Maurice. She was sore, but feeling completely satisfied and happy to have finally fulfilled her fantasy. Once again, she wondered why John hadn't watched.

The younger lover had gone into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. When he emerged from the bathroom, Maurice said to the younger man, "Way to go, John. How did you know that this was exactly what I wanted for my birthday?" Maurice chuckled as he slugged the young lover on the arm.

"What are you talking about?" the young black man said.

Pam sat up. She jumped off the bed and rushed to the men.

"You thought he set this up?" Pam asked Maurice.

"Well, yeah. You said John set it up. This is the only John I know," Maurice said.

"You mean, my husband didn't set this up?" Pam asked frantically.

"I don't know any other John besides him," Maurice said while pointing to the younger, black man.

"This isn't my husband's room?" Pam asked.

"No, this is my room," Maurice said.

"Oh, my God!" Pam yelled.

Pam frantically grabbed the trench coat and wrapped it around her as she stormed out of the room. Her mind was overwhelmed. The only thing she could think to do was to go to the office and see if her husband was still here.

"He'll understand. When I explain what happened, he'll understand," she kept saying to herself.

Just then, she heard the loud slam of a door. She turned to look in the direction of the slam. There in the hallway was her husband. Without thinking, she ran to him and started crying. He embraced her.

"What happened? Where were you? I was mad and worried that maybe you had gotten into an accident. I should have never had you drink before coming here. What happened?" her husband asked as Pam continued to sob.

"They gave me the wrong key. I thought you had set it up. Then, I found out you didn't," Pam explained between the sobs.

"Oh, honey," John said as he held her close. "Look, I have some champagne in the room. Why don't we go to our room and enjoy each other. When you feel up to it, I want to hear everything about your adventure, and I mean everything!" John said as he squeezed her tight.

They sipped champagne and relaxed in each other's arms. Soon enough, they were both able to laugh about the hotel's mistake.