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When my 28th birthday was just around the corner, I knew that my girlfriend had intended for me a very special gift – but I couldn’t imagine what it could be about.
When the appointment moved closer, my tension rose. Especially because my girlfriend kept doing strange things and said. For example, she asked me what clothes I would put on for my birthday – but not just the outerwear was interested, but also that underwear.
Well, I thought to myself, she had probably booked a special hotel and thought about a nice, romantic evening program for me. Maybe also a dance event and then an evening for two in the hotel.
And then she wanted that I should not only be superficial, but also below for her.
Then I noticed that on the last day before my birthday she had more and more appetite for sex. She was not a child of sadness, and we had always slept together three to four times a week. But now she suddenly turned into a little nymphomaniac, in the most impossible situations suddenly reached between the Legs, made sexual allusions in conversation and didn’t just want to have sex with me every evening, but preferably three or four times.
Of course I had nothing against this new development: after all, my girlfriend was a delicacies with her narrow 24 years, her long black hair, her pretty bust and her pretty face, which I would like to enjoy more than once. And that we have been a couple for 3 years now, it was largely due to the fact that we had a lot of sexually in common and that the attraction between us had not decreased by us since the first time.
After some brooding, I decided not to worry more about it.
I enjoyed what I got and left the surprise to come to me for my birthday without questioning her.
When the day of my birthday came, my girlfriend grabbed her long -packed travel bag, just gave me time to take my own backpack and then pushed me into what was released on time taxi to the train station. Almost without a word we spent the journey – apparently my girlfriend was so sunk into her thoughts that she had no desire, everyday Small talk to run with me.
It should be right for me: I picked up a newspaper and pretended to study the latest news from Austria and all over the world full of interest. In truth, I also had no head for everyday things, because on the one hand my curiosity was almost unbearable, and on the other hand I was very busy with the other passengers on the train observe.
There were two things that I had always fascinated: First, like most men, I always enjoyed the sight of a beautiful woman, and has never been able to hold back, a look at a particularly attractive body or a particularly pretty facetake risk. Fortunately, my girlfriend seemed to get along well, because she had never blamed me or even a scene.
Second, I also enjoyed it very much when I was able to watch other men in their part to get their heads to catch a glimpse of my girlfriend. I felt good because I thought secretly: “Look, look – he would like to have what I have every day!”.
On the way I was mainly busy to pursue my second pleasure. My girlfriend had prepared himself particularly nicely, she was wearing an almost outrageously short skirt, a blouse with a deep neckline and a few forbidden well -looking boots. No wonder that almost every man on the train – and also some women – were happy to see her after her!
It didn’t matter to me, just as little as our silence, because in this way I was able to indulge in a particularly great partner at my side for an hour almost continuously, and consequently being a particularly great man.
But I don’t want to ward off and prefer to come back to the description.
So – after about an hour drive – we had reached our destination and arrived at the train station.
My girlfriend looked around again before getting out whether we hadn’t forgotten anything on the train. In doing so, she bent down and I had the opportunity to really enjoy the looks of the surrounding men on her back. When I thought that they were all dreamed of something that I soon – once again – once again – my pants became a bit tight.
My girlfriend quickly interrupted my immoral thoughts by taking me by the hand and led to the platform. We went hand in hand along the track and through the station hall, which is-especially in conversion, to the subway.
My girlfriend had obviously informed herself in advance, because although she had never been here before, she found her way without any problems
We had reached our hotel in a very short time, and after the usual formalities at check-in we went to our room. My first surprise awaited me here: contrary to my assumption, my girlfriend had not chosen a particularly great hotel. The room was quite small, the equipment was clean and cozy – but no trace of luxury!
But if the hotel room shouldn’t be a surprise, what could it be? I wouldn’t have to wait a long time to find out because I knew that we would only spend two nights here. Whatever my girlfriend had come up with for me, would either happen today or tomorrow.
My little friend, who was now pushing against the fabric of my pants again, would have loved to see a leading role of playing a leading role.
In fact, the surprise was actually not that important to him, because for him the main thing was, soon and as often as possible used to become.
Unfortunately my girlfriend thwarted, at least for the moment. She didn’t torch for long, threw our luggage in the closet and looked at the clock. Something had to take place soon, and apparently not here, because my girlfriend pushed me gently, but definitely in front of him and out on the street.
My girlfriend looked at her watch again, hesitated briefly, and then asked me if I was hungry. Obviously it was not time for … well, for whatever she had in mind.
In fact, my stomach was a bit empty, so I liked to be invited to my girlfriend to eat in a great restaurant. I enjoyed starter, main course and dessert at least as much as the view. But most of them were interested in the deep insight that my girlfriend’s cleavage always allowed me to.
If she hadn’t seen her clock over and over again, I could have believed that this delicious food in a beautiful city and with an enchanting woman would have to be more than enough as a surprise for my birthday.
But far from it! When my girlfriend looked back at her watch and showed five, my girlfriend called with a determined “Numbers please!“The waiter, consoled our table bill and announced to me that the greatest surprise of my life is now expecting me.
I doubted her a little – because, not least thanks to her, I had already experienced many great surprises. But I didn’t want to anticipate her and was happy to be instructed better.
So I followed her in a good place, through the middle of the crowd, and finally past a main castle, to a carriage stand.
“That’s the way it goes!“I thought with me. “She probably reserved a Fiaker tour through the city for both of us!”. Well, I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the type and size of the surprise – but I didn’t want to offend my girlfriend and made a tense and joyful expression.
In fact, my girlfriend approached one of the fiac slides, which was decorated with flowers and was equipped with a lovingly designed “Happy Birthday” sign on each side. So my birthday surprise was to drive through the city in a nostalgic carriage.
Not exactly sexy, but at least not bad. Not what I had hoped for, but at least nice with my girlfriend – and for my little mess we still had the hotel. There was no reason to complain. I only had to calm down my lout from the basement when my girlfriend’s fiaker voucher helped to get in and stared at her pretty legs very strikingly.
I followed her – without help – in the carriage, took a seat at her side and leaned back.
The coachman presented us with a closed basket and a blanket, then – not – without having turned back to my girlfriend again – on his carriage and set the fiaker in motion.
“What is in the basket?“I asked myself in silence. And since my girlfriend did not make any appearances to tell me or open the basket, I assumed that maybe, in addition to the Fiaker tour itself, a little surprise would be waiting for me.
My girlfriend snuggled into me and beamed at me happily when the fiaker drove through the streets, while the coachman kept going to a comment to a building.
For the time being, I had forgotten every thought of my own immorality;I was much too busy working on the impressions of the tour on me and enjoying the pleasant rocking of the carriage. Only here and there the curiosity tortured me, which could be in the mysterious basket that my girlfriend still hadn’t opened.
After about three quarters of an hour, my girlfriend reached to the well -kept basket and opened the lid with a mischievous smile.
I ponded in – and was disappointed again: there was no gift in it, just a few chilled rolls, a bottle of sparkling wine and three glasses.
moment! How many glasses? Three?? My girlfriend also wanted to give the coachman some of our sparkling wine? I thought it was great when other men were interested in them – but three of them to initiate my birthday with the coachman, I didn’t want to really like this idea.
I just opened my mouth to ask my girlfriend a question, when the carriage suddenly slowed down, drove up the roadside and stopped on a shady spot under one of the first trees of the endless long tree avenue.
The coachman rose from his goat, stepped – I had probably really suspected! – approach the carriage and reached the door with a determined hand. I assumed that he would open it and sit down with us – but no: With some skillful handles, he handled on the levers, ropes and poles. And suddenly our fiak slide was transformed from a convertible to a closed car.
“Why is that just?”, I wondered. After all, it was a little cool, but by no means cold enough to justify this conversion.
It didn’t rain either, and otherwise I couldn’t think of any reason. Again I opened my mouth to ask my girlfriend, when I happened, for the first time that day, a really pleasant surprise.
Out of the blue, at least for me, who I had not noticed her food, a young, pretty girl approached our fiac slide at my side of the carriage. She might be twenty years old, had shoulder -length blond hair, big brown eyes and two sweet dimensions on her face, which were already in a delightful way in her first words. She said, “Hello, two pretty! Do you take a walk here? May I maybe ride a bit?”.
I stopped my breath, because I hadn’t expected such an experience.
While my girlfriend said a few friendly words about the beautiful stranger and opened the door to our fiac slide, I didn’t bring out a word, but was able to grasp myself a little. My brain worked rapidly and pulled a conclusion from all the many details that immediately said to me: Maybe the third glass was for this stranger, and maybe my friend was going to get on my birthday with a little flirt with a nice girlto surprise!
I was amazed: I knew that my girlfriend had probably noticed how I loved to watch beautiful women on the street, but that she would deliberately bring about a situation on my eyes on my eyesI couldn’t have believed her.
Slowly but surely my spirits returned, and I managed to contribute to a non -binding and relatively superficial entertainment. While the Fiaker started moving again, we introduced each other, exchanged a few remarks about the weather, about the beauties of the city. After a few sentences, a very pleasant conversation climate appeared.
My girlfriend now took the three champagne glasses to the basket, poured each of us a few sip and distributed the rolls.
We continued our conversation with pleasant and chewing, while cozy cookies and romantic avenues that were populated by fewer and fewer people were passed on.
When the rolls finally eaten, the sparkling wine was drunk and no more people could be seen outside, my friend asked our pretty companion: “I hope you were enough and are full?”. As an answer, she received a statement that again let me struggle for breath. The girl put on her sweetest smile, turned to me and said: “No – actually I would like to eat something here!”.
The blood shot into my cheeks at the same time and into deeper regions of my body. Yes, I also had a great desire to eat something now – our pretty companion! And best of all my girlfriend with it ..
By the way, the one had turned to me and asked me the question: “What do you think? Would you let another woman eat yourself if I watch?”.
What should a man say about such an offer – especially if it is prepared with so much effort and foresight?
Of course I said enthusiastically “Yes!”.
Of course I didn’t keep my lips locked when the stranger then nestled against me and gave me a first hot kiss. Of course I didn’t fight back when the two women began to undress me and to undress. And of course I allowed it to be happy when my girlfriend sank my now very tight spur with a tender grip into the switch of the young unknown.
A violent ride began inside the carriage, accompanied by the gentle swings from outside. My girlfriend fished her camera out of her pocket and documented every movement, every move and every word for later joys.
And soon my long -built tension in the lap of the actually sweetest surprise, which I had ever been prepared in my life, was discharged.
But whoever believes that it already ended it is wrong! My girlfriend did not let her rag and enjoyed what she had just given to someone else, now too. And when nothing was expected from my husband for now, the two girls gave each other more joy to each other.
We finally had to leave the fiac slide because the booked time had expired, but the local – and very discrete – coachm.
When we completely exhausted and satisfied after many tender moments, I loved my girlfriend more than ever: she had actually gave me the biggest surprise of my whole life. For the first time, thanks to her affection and attention, I was allowed to enjoy the love of three, and I will never forget that!
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