Arriving home from work to an empty house is a mixed blessing. Usually I feel grateful. It means I have time to myself, to gather my thoughts and relax after the hectic pace of a working day. Once in a while though, I think it’s nice to find that someone wonderful is behind the door waiting for me, with dinner, a warm bath, a hard on or even all three!

This evening was no exception; it was a dark and cold October evening outside, but warm and welcoming inside. The radio was playing in the kitchen, just as I’d left it and the cat came by winding between my feet, to say hello.

I dropped my bag by the hall stand, hung my coat on the hook and then bent to collect the mail from the mat. Squatting there, I flipped through the pile of envelopes hoping to find something more interesting than a bank statement today and then sighing with the usual disappointment. But then as I stood, I caught my breath and almost screamed.

In the mirror over the hall stand I caught a glimpse of another person, as my mouth opened to cry out a hand clamped over it, non too gently, and another grabbed my arm. Panic rose inside me until within a second the intruder had turned me toward the mirror and there, reflected in the glass, I saw a face I knew, a familiar face, but an unfamiliar expression.

Without letting go of me Martin whispered urgently into my ear.

‘We are not alone in the house, I need you to be absolutely silent and do exactly as I tell you – do you understand me Tricia’?

My eyes searched his for an answer; his reflection remained the same as before, the familiar face that I knew so well but with a different and strangely scary expression which gave nothing away.

I felt relieved as his hand moved away from my mouth, and yet I knew not to speak. Everything about the way he looked at me told me that it wasn’t the right thing to do.

My hair falls down to my shoulders; it is thick, dark and strong. When Martin and I make love he always tells me how much he loves it. Tonight he grabbed a handful of it at the back of my neck, hard enough to hurt me, pulling it tight until my neck was completely extended, and then, still facing me in the mirror he began to use his free hand to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. With one single, whispered word I began to understand.

‘Good?’

Was all he had to say.

I nodded a tiny, almost imperceptible movement in reply.

I felt my pulse race hard and fast as I watched my body slowly become more and more exposed. My shirt was fully opened now, and Martin’s hand was inside my bra, my nipple screamed as he pinched it between thumb and forefinger. Despite my fear I began to get wet, and feel the familiar buzz inside my knickers. My eyes searched his, he looked right back at me and still holding my hair tight he pushed me away a little and unzipped my skirt.

This was beginning to get to me. I was shocked by how exited I was, my eyes half closed as I felt my skirt sliding over my thighs and onto the floor. I leaned my head back into his shoulder to show my compliance, and he rewarded me with a sharp little bite on the side of my neck. It made me jump, it also made me squirm with a sort of taboo pleasure.

‘Open your eyes’ he demanded, raising my attention with a hard slap on my thigh. ‘Look at yourself’.

In the mirror I saw such a picture. My white shirt open and almost torn from me, my new red bra with one breast lifted from its cup, the nipple scarlet and as hard as can be and then lower, Martin’s hand inside my expensive red pants. His fingers I couldn’t see, but I had no difficulty in picturing them buried deep inside my cunt. On my right thigh above the top of my stocking lay a deep red hand print, my reminder that tonight, for one night only, I had few choices to make.

Still holding my head back he began to tug at my thong, jerking my legs wide apart with his knee, before eventually raising one leg till my foot, still in its red heeled shoe was resting on the table before me. Now everything was on display to both of us. My reflection showed us both that my cunt was slithery and very, very wet. The fabric of my thong was pulled tight along one side of it and my boyfriend's thick strong fingers were hidden deep within. It made me gasp, it was somehow absolutely wrong and utterly, exactly right at the same time. I struggled hard, not to get away, but to stop myself from seeming too exited by the situation.

As my breathing grew shallower I began to whimper with utter, unstoppable pleasure. I could feel Martins erection, which was pressing firmly into my spine and that turned me on even more. Whatever else happened surely I would feel that inside me before much longer? It began to twitch and grow still harder in response to the vision before us; I groaned and pressed my bottom against him, for which misdemeanour he gave my hair a hard twist. He’s a big man, tall, muscular, masculine and very strong indeed. Gentle as a lamb as a rule, this was completely out of character, but very charged, very, very erotic.

Into my ear I now heard words that I understood.

‘Tricia, I’m going to move you to the bedroom in a minute, first I need you to bend forward, don’t try to get away from me, I am NOT going to hurt you’.

MY GOD, I thought, my God, what’s happening to me?

His hand, still clutching my hair pushed me forward until I was on my knees with my hands supporting me on the staircase. I felt a stinging blow as his free hand came down upon my bottom reminding me to part my legs and then an impressive fullness as at last I heard him moan and I felt myself tighten around him. His erection filled up my hot, wet hole. My spine arched toward him as he pumped into and out of me, and then when I felt his left hand on my breast it was all I could manage not to scream with the pleasure of it all.

Before I knew it, and far too soon for my liking he was out of me and gathering me up he carried me in his arms, up the stairs and then without a word he threw me unceremoniously onto my bed. I followed his eyes across my body and waited for his instructions.

‘In less than five minutes’ he said 'someone else will be here. I want you to make him welcome. Before he arrives I need you to take off your underwear and position yourself on all fours. You need to prepare yourself, tonight you will take us both at once, You have done well so far, I am pleased with you, but first, before he arrives I need to inspect you. I warn you though, whatever happens here tonight, you must not speak to either of us, you must remain silent at all costs, neither of us wishes to punish you’.

I trembled as I took of my clothes under his constant gaze. Nothing could have persuaded me to stop the game (though I knew that it really was in my power to do just that), and yet I was frightened. Who was coming into my house and what would he do to me? I dropped my underwear onto the floor, leaving on nothing but my stockings and shoes, then climbed nervously back onto the bed and tired hard to kiss my lover as he blindfolded me.

‘Shut up he said, ‘not a single word from you tonight’.

I set myself down on all fours and then without another word Martin inserted two fingers into my anus, making me squeal with anxious delight. I took a hard slap for that outburst but I also felt a gush of my own juice moisten my inner thigh. After a moment the fingers came out and something warm, some kind of oil was squirted into me. It felt amazing, both as it entered and then as it slowly ran out of me. Martin smoothed it across my buttocks almost tenderly, before suddenly changing tack and urgently stabbing a finger back inside my ass. I was trembling from head to toe by this time.

I heard, but did not see the door as it opened. I heard but did not see clothes falling to the floor and I felt the stranger approaching the bed. Strange new hands separated my buttocks and a strange new tongue slid between my thighs stroking my clit and sucking it into his mouth, making me shudder with an even more ardent passion.

As I began to climax the strange new fingers opened up my cunt and I felt the familiar solidity of Martins cock being guided into me. I felt the strangers tongue as it licked us both together and it made me come, with a deep and satisfying orgasm that lasted and lasted and lasted.

As I opened my mouth to speak I felt something new enter it, a different size and shape, a different but still delicious flavour and a new and different movement as his body leaned over my head, reaching down my spine and once again, spreading the cheeks of my ass wide open, spat onto me and then using his hands he guided my lover into my anus. A new experience for me, and again, too amazing for words.

In all of my life, never ever, before, or since have I been so turned on. For the next three hours the two men fucked me in every imaginable way. My climax was strong enough to take them both with me. Hot semen filled my mouth and ran out of my ass hole, I will never forget the sound of those two men heaving orgasms out from the pit of their balls and into my face, my rear, my cunt……….

And finally the moment I had hoped would come.

As I lay still, breathing deeply and doing nothing more than inhale the smell of sex for a few moments I became aware of a subtle change in the pattern of Martins breathing. No one was touching me, and yet I could feel movement beside me…something was happening, something fascinating and excruciatingly erotic. ‘Mysee’, Martin groaned, ‘take off the blindfold, but don’t speak to me’.

A second later my eyes widened and my mouth fell open as for the first time I saw my man with his cock deep inside the mouth of another. I was amazed, shocked and completely delighted. For a moment time stood still and then Martin grabbed the other man's head and holding it still he began to wank himself very firmly. Incredibly the stranger continued to lick and suck the end of my lover's cock whilst semen spilled from it, covering his lips and chin and Martin roared, like a lion as his climax took over.

No words were spoken; the stranger dressed and after kissing each of our mouths deeply, left the room. I heard his footfall on the staircase, waited as the front door opened and then closed behind him, listened carefully until the purr of his car engine faded away and then, and only then, I exhaled.

We lay together in companionable silence Martin and I. Quietly we stroked each other, softly we kissed fingers, shoulders, breasts, stomachs and then at last, as we drifted off to sleep I heard the words I was waiting for,

‘Happy birthday Darling’.