It was a late summer evening, and I was on my way to visit some acquaintances, carrying a bottle of wine. It was actually just three apartment building entrances away. Monika, woman whom I’d known practically since childhood—was celebrating her 40th birthday; she had invited a few close friends to mark the occasion with the people who mattered most in her life. I had still been just a silly schoolboy when she was already going through puberty. We used to play together often, either at my place or hers. She wanted to play house—mom and dad—while I preferred cops and robbers or soldiers. Once, she even tried to kiss me, and I hit her for it because I didn’t like it one bit. But a lot of water had flowed under the bridge since then; we had both grown up, found partners, and settled into ordinary lives. I arrived at 7:00 PM, as planned. Monika and her husband, Milos, welcomed me and showed me to a seat. We raised three toasts to the beauty of forty-year-old women, and the table gradually filled with open-faced sandwiches. We ate, drank, and reminisced about all the childhood mischief we’d gotten up to. Monika was a stunningly beautiful woman — something I had, unfortunately, realized far too late. We used to tease her about her rusty-red hair, but only as an adult did I come to see how magical and extraordinary it was. Just like her alluring freckles and beautifully shaped lips—lips whose kisses I had once rejected. It was precisely her rounded breasts with beautiful nipples that I saw for the first time in my life when I unexpectedly lifted her T-shirt. As I said, what bound us together was youth—and foolishness.

… woman’s desires …

I felt very comfortable in her company. For a moment, I even felt a pang of regret that another guy was standing beside her now. But Milos is a great guy who takes excellent care of woman Monika, and I’m glad she’s happy. He’s basically every woman’s ideal—he cooks, cleans… I always joke that she couldn’t have picked a better man. While Milos was making dinner in the kitchen, Monika and I chatted and bantered back and forth. She even brought up that moment when I’d lifted her shirt. She admitted she’d hated me at first, but after thinking it over later that evening, she actually liked my clumsy attempt at showing interest. I was the first guy who’d seen them. She said she’d wondered what I looked like down there, since she couldn’t picture it at all back then. And right then, she boldly touched the crotch of my pants. I was so surprised I couldn’t even move. “You actually still owe me something for seeing my boobs,” she said, continuing to stroke my pants. “I want to see your little willy,” she laughed. “Although, judging by what I feel right now, it’s grown quite a bit since then.” Yeah, my pants were straining to the bursting point. I didn’t know what to do. My head was saying no, but my penis needed relief from that tight confinement. “You know, back when I was a teenager, I used to fantasize all the time about you kissing my lips and touching my body? You were my ultimate erotic fantasy. And I have to admit, that hasn’t changed a bit.” “Don’t be crazy,” I said. “Your husband is right here. If he catches us like this, we’re in big trouble…” “Don’t worry—you know it’s my birthday. And you’re the gift I asked for.” I was completely bewildered. But she was already unzipping my fly and pulling my hard cock free from my trousers. “So that’s what it looks like! Now I can tell all my friends I’ve seen your dick,” she laughed. She wrapped her whole hand around it and slowly began moving the foreskin up and down. That gentle pleasure was driving me wild; no one had ever done it to me so slowly and softly before. Her husband was humming a tune in the kitchen, but I stopped resisting. I didn’t care whether he knew or not. Her touch was incredibly arousing.

I instinctively reached for her crotch. That’s when I got another shock: she wasn’t wearing any panties! That was the moment I realized everything she’d said was true — she really had come for her birthday gift. She was incredibly wet; in fact, it was only then that I truly understood what it meant for a woman to be dripping. My fingers parted her pubic hair, dipped into her flowing juices, and began to caress her labia — moving slowly, just as I could feel her hand moving on me. She stared intently at my erect penis, as if fascinated by it. She kissed it. She gently licked it with the tip of her tongue until she had the whole thing in her mouth. She clamped her lips firmly around it and moved up and down its length. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation. I was in a state of pure bliss when I suddenly let out a gasp. I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought. Milos is in the kitchen. I glanced toward the kitchen door; it was left slightly ajar, and I could hear Milos humming a tune inside. I hoped he hadn’t heard.

I collapsed onto the couch, and woman Monika thrust her hot crotch right into my face. While she gently sucked me off, I spread her legs wide and tenderly licked her pussy. So, I finally know what she tastes like, I thought. But then she let out a sigh—one that was impossible to miss. I was startled for a moment, but she said, “Keep going; I want you to lick me.” So I kept licking and licking. The singing in the kitchen stopped, and for a moment, it sounded like the kitchen door creaked. But I was so aroused that I didn’t care about anything else. “I want you to use me like a slut!” she said. “Fuck me hard, you hear?” woman Monika was practically shouting this, completely unabashed. I positioned her against the couch with her head facing the door. I spread her long legs to see her pussy, glistening with juices. I ran my palm over it a few times, then dipped my horny cock into the wetness. Slowly, I slid the head inside, then buried the whole length of it deep within her. The first three thrusts were nice and slow. But then I couldn’t hold back; I started thrusting fast and hard against her pink buttocks. I grabbed her swaying breasts, holding and kneading them. Woman Monika moaned and purred like a horny kitten. “Amazing. No one’s ever fucked me like this before.” She kept gazing toward the door, sighing with pleasure. I looked over too. Suddenly, I saw Miloš watching us while jerking off. It turned him on! I didn’t get it. I was fucking his wife hard right there, and he was jacking off? Then I had an idea. Let him enjoy it too. After all, he’d practically served his wife up to me on a silver platter. So, I decided to serve her up to him as well. I shifted Monika to the other side of the couch so that, this time, her aroused pussy was facing the door. I spread her legs wide again, and this time I narrated the action as I slid my horny cock inside her — describing the penetration and how much I loved it. I grabbed her tits and kneaded them passionately while I fucked her hole. It was a wild ride.

Her aroused wellspring was gushing, creating a swollen river of pleasure. I can feel her grinding against me, pulling me deep inside her. She opens her eyes and watches as my hard cock penetrates her. A few more thrusts, and I hear her cry out; I can feel her orgasm building deep within her pussy. She holds my penis tight between her legs, and the rhythmic contractions of her muscles inside give me endless pleasure. I cum—I cum deep inside her, shouting out in ecstasy. Amidst this, the moans and cries of an orgasm drift in from behind the kitchen door… We collapse, exhausted. “That was incredible. The best sex of my life,” woman Monika says. “It’s a shame it’s not my birthday every day.” Suddenly, Miloš calls out from behind the door: “But Monika, tomorrow you turn forty-one! That’s something worth celebrating!”