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 The Birthday Present

   by

   JSR

   The author in no way believes that any man, woman, or child should be
violated or abused.  This story is written as adult entertainment, and
should be read by only those over 18 years old.

   This story may contain some or all of the following: Nudity, Voyeurism,
Exhibitionism, MF, Mf, Fm, inc.  Rape, Oral.  Group sex, bg, bbg, BBg, Gbb,
MMF, Mff, MFF,

   My name is Jeff, and my wife is Margo.  To understand some of this
story, it is necessary to go back to when we first met.

   We met when I was a junior in high school, and she was a freshman.  We
had a class together, and she was nice looking, but had a very sad face. 
She seemed to be smart and had her act together, but I could not figure out
why she was sad all the time.

   After a couple of weeks, I started sitting near her, just to try and get
to know her a little.  When ever I would speak to her, she would mumble a
response, and turn away from me.  Now I am the kind of guy that does not
take no for an answer, before the question has been ask, so I persisted in
trying to talk to her.

   After a week or so, she finally turned to me and said, "What is with
you, why are you continuing to bother me?" I said, "I am not trying to
bother you.  I want to be your friend.  You look so sad all the time, and
it spoils your beautiful face."

   She blushed, and said, "I am sorry.  I thought that you were just trying
to make a date with me." I answered, "I had not thought of that, but it is
a good idea, providing that you would like to get to know me better." She
answered, "I don't date." I said, "I am sorry, I guess you like girls
better.  I will leave you alone then." "NO, NO" she said, "I did not mean I
like girls.  I just have never dated.  My mom would have to approve anyone
I date, before I can do so, and most boys don't want to meet mothers."

   I said, "Any boy who would not meet your mother, to get approval to date
you, is crazy.  I don't even know you very well, but I would meet her, just
to find out more about you." She answered, "Thank you for the kind words."
Class started and we had to quit talking, but she would occasionally look
over at me and smile.

   Halfway through the semester, I said, "Margo, I really would like to
have a date with you.  Can you arrange a meeting with your mom, so that I
can get her approval?" Margo answered, "I have already talked to mom, and
she has given her approval, as long as it is a Saturday afternoon, and I
would have to be home by 6:30 pm.  Also, you must come and pick me up at
the door, and return me to the door afterward."

   "How long were you going to wait to tell me that?" She answered, "Until
you ask me out.  If you did not ask me out, then why tell you the
conditions?" "May I pick you up at 10:30?  Then we could go to lunch before
the movie, and maybe even be able to have supper before I take you home?"
"I will have to check with mom about that," she answered, "I will let you
know tomorrow."

   The next day, she was not in class.  I thought, maybe she doesn't want
to tell me no.  As I was leaving class, a girl I did not know came up to me
and ask, "Are you Jeff?" I said, "Yes and your are?" "I am Julie, I am
Margo's sister.  She ask me to give you a message.  The message is just to
say that she said yes." I ask, "Where is Margo today?" The answer I
received was, "She had a Dr.  appointment that she had forgotten about.  I
need to tell the teacher before he leaves, so please excuse me." With that
she left.

   I ask Margo on Saturday, "Tell me about your sister, you have never
mentioned her.  I was very surprised that she knew who I was." "Julie is in
your class, and she said that she knew what you looked like.  She is one of
my two sisters.  Alma, my oldest sister graduated last spring.  I did not
like sending Julie to see you, as I thought that you might find her more
interesting than me."

   We dated several times before I met her mom.  She seemed to be a very
nice person, but very protective of her girls.  All three of the girls were
very good looking, just like their mom.  Margo, was about 5ft 4in she told
me she wore a 34C bra and her waistline was 22 with hips at 28.  Her
sisters were a little taller than she, but build about the same.  Her mom
was about 5ft 7in, 36C 28 34.

   In my senor year, we did not have any classes together, but I continued
to see Margo as much as possible.  Her mom had loosened up some of her
rules, and one Saturday, we were sitting in a secluded part of the park,
making small talk, when I ask her about her dad.  She frowned and said, "I
can only tell what my Mom has said, I was only 5 when he left." "What has
you mom told you about him?" I ask.  She looked at me with sad eyes and
said, "I will tell you, but promise me that you will never bring it up
again." I said, "It can't be that bad, but yes I will promise that if it
comes up again, it will be because I forgot.  Is that acceptable?" She said
"I guess that was a pretty confusing statement, so I will tell you, and
hope that you will not hate me when you hear of it."

   "I could never hate you, maybe you dad and/or mom, but never you." Margo
said, "Here is the story as my mom told it to me.

   "Dad was a young executive in a major company.  He was promoted quite
rapidly, and complained to mom that she should be going with him to company
functions.  Her answer was someone needs to take care of the girls, and I
do not trust babysitters.  When I was almost 5, Dad finally talked mom into
going to the annual Christmas party at the office.  When they walked in,
dad went to the bar and brought back two glasses of Vodka.  Mom was not a
drinker, but he insisted that she drink it.  She was sipping on it slowly,
and the Big Boss and his wife came up to her, and started talking.  Dad
drifted away.  Before long the boss was tipping her glass and making her
swallow larger amounts of the Vodka.  His wife was just talking, and with
out mom realizing it, was slowly unbuttoning her dress.  It buttoned in the
back, so she did not see it, and with the other people bumping into them
she did not feel it either.

   After her glass was almost empty, dad brought her another full one.  She
shook her head no, but he took the empty one and replaced it with a full
one.  About this time the boss's wife had moms dress completely open in the
back.  Now she started talking to mom, and keeping her occupied.  The boss
meantime was behind her and slowly was lowering her panties.  She said she
did not even feel them as they dropped to her shoe tops.  Also they kept
tipping her glass and was almost poring the vodka into her throat.  The
bosses wife stooped down and said for her to lift her left foot, which she
did, and then the right one.  When she stood up, she took moms panties and
threw them to dad, who waved in the air and them put them in his pocket.

   Mom said she needed to get some fresh air, and the boss said, lets go to
my office, there is no smoke in there and you will be ok.  Her glass was
empty, and when she got into his office, he sat her down on the couch.  He
then went to his private bar, and got a tall glass and filled it with
something (probably more Vodka) and gave it to her.  He sat beside her and
put his arm around her, and slowly worked her dress off of her shoulders.
He held her glass up to her lips and pored more Vodka into her mouth as he
pulled her dress off on one arm.  He continued until her dress was
completely off of her, and threw it to his wife, she took it out to dad. 
Now all mom had on were her shoes and her bra.  He then made her finish the
glass, and took it from her.  He laid her out on the couch, took off his
pants, and fucked her.  She said she did not know that he had, or how many
times he did, until later.  Once he was finished with her, he took her bra
and put a foot through the arm places, pulled it up around her waist and
then fastened it in back like her tits were around stomach.  He then took
trash from the waist basket and filled the cups so that it looked like she
had tits there.

   He then stood her up and made her walk back into the room with everyone
else, she was nude except for her shoes and the bra around her bottom.  She
was then given another large glass of Vodka, and told to dance with any man
who ask her.  She was passed from one man to the other, and each one fucked
her while they "danced".  They continually fed her more Vodka, and even
after she passed out, the men still were fucking her.

   When the party broke up, she was left laying on the floor with cum still
running out of her, from all the men.  An hour later, a man came back for
something his wife had left behind, and founded her still there.  He called
an ambulance and she was taken to the hospital.  She had acute alcohol
poisoning.  She also had semen from more that 10 different men in her.

   She filed rape charges against everyman there, and all the women were
charged with helping.  Dad counter filled for divorce, saying that she was
a slut.  On the stand, one of the women made mention of a video of the
whole affair.  The prosecution Immediately wanted access to that video. 
The defense said there was no video that they knew of, but the woman on the
stand said, it was used to refresh our memories of what happened.

   That slip up caused the defense to loose, because there had been several
copies of it made, and it was finally shown in court.  It clearly showed
that mom had been force to drink the Vodka, and you could see the bosses
wife throwing moms panties to dad.  It also showed moms dress being thrown
to him also.  It also showed the boss practically dragging mom from his
office, and shoving her to one of the men who had his cock hanging out
ready to take her.  Dad got the divorce, but he lost everything, including
the right to see my sisters and me."

   I thought for a few minutes, and said, "I am sorry that that happened to
your mom, and I see why she is so protective of you.  Please do not judge
all men by the actions of those who raped your mother."

   Margo put her head on my shoulder and said, "I know that you would never
do something like that, but now you know why I am also very sensitive to
what people say and do." I replied, "Now I know why you always seem sad. 
Do not think about that any more, and maybe you can be happy again."

   We continued to date, and three months after she graduated from high
school, we were married.  I have talked to her mom many times about what
happened, trying to ease her mind about me.  I hope I have had some healing
effect on her as well as her daughters.  Two years after we married, her
mom was killed in a car accident.  There were rumors that it was an
assassination, but nothing came from the investigation.

   From the start of our marriage, both of us were virgins.  We learned
together how to make each other happy, and did not rule out any sex act. 
We got a copy of the Kama Surat, and learned much from it.  We read about
swinging and thought that maybe after we had our kids, that it might be fun
to try.  We also talked about maybe going to the nudist camp that was about
50 miles away.  Try as we might, though we could not seem to create a
child. Both of her sisters had 3 kids, and we could not get one.  It made
her very sad again.

   Our birthdays were close.  Mine was on the 7th, and hers was on the 9th.
Each year we would take 7,8,9 off for vacation, and would spend most of
that time in bed.  This went on for 5 years.

   Then on the 6th year, Margo, said, "I have planned a different idea for
our birthdays this year." I ask, "What do you have in mind?" Her answer
was, "I have already made the arrangements.  You will have to wait to see
what I have in store for you and me this year.  However you will have to
take that whole week off, not just the three days."

   On the night of the 5th, I ask "Margo, when are you going to tell me
what you have setup for our vacation?" Her answer was, "You will find out
in the morning.  We will be getting up at 5am instead of the usual 6:30. 
Now I suggest that we get some sleep."

   Margo awoke me in the morning.  I opened my eyes, and it was pitch
black. I could not see any light anywhere.  I said "Margo turn on the
lights, it must be midnight yet." She laughed and said, "No, I have a mask
locked onto your head.  You will not see anything until we get where we are
going.  Now get off the bed so I can make it, and try not to hurt
yourself."

   I swung my feet over the side of the bed, and felt my slippers on the
floor, and slipped them on.  When I stood up, I got a little dizzy, and
said, "Margo, is this thing going to let me breath?  I feel dizzy." She
walked over to me and I felt her adjusting something.  She said, "Is that
any better?" I said, "Yes now I can smell your perfume.  I would eat you
except my mouth wouldn't know where it was."

   She said, "No breakfast for the naughty boy.  Nothing to eat or drink
until it's time for the mask to come off." "And just when will that be?" I
ask.  "When I tell you it's time.  For once you have to rely on me, instead
of me always relying on you.  Do not try to go down stairs.  I will have to
help you, or you might fall and break something."

   "I have to take a piss," I said.  "Just a minute, and I will take you
into the shower." "I said a piss, not a shower." Margo laughed and said, "I
don't have time to hold it for you, so in the shower you can piss with out
getting it on the floor or wall.  Then we can just turn the shower on to
wash it down." A few seconds later she guided me to the shower, and said,
"If you get it on you, you will have to turn on the shower to rinse off."
She took my hands and put them on the water knobs and said, "If you do use
these."

   She came back a little later and looked in on me and said, "Well you
haven't gotten anything on you, but your slippers are soaked, so just slip
out of them and we will get started."

   She maneuvered me out of the bathroom, and toward the bedroom door. 
Once through the door, she then guided me down the stairs.  I almost fell
once, but caught the railing before I did.  At the bottom, she guided me
through the house, but I could not tell which rooms we went through.  I had
never tried to navigate through the house blind before.  We came to a door,
and she said, step over and it will be down a few inches below this floor
level.  I knew then that we were going out of the house into the garage.

   Margo said "Stand still while I lock the door." "Are we going some
where? If so I need to put some clothing on.  I am still nude you know."
"So you are, well fancy that." She lead me to her car, which was a
convertible, and put me into the passenger seat.  When she leaned over me
to fasten the seat belt, I could tell that she did not have anything on
either, except for her driving shoes.  Once she had me fastened in, she
said, "I forgot my purse, I might need it if we get stopped." I heard her
go back into the house, and when she came out she put something at my feet,
and said, "Don't touch that unless I tell you to.  If I do, pull it up fast
over you." Unknown to me, she had put on a blouse when she went back into
the house.

   She pushed the remote for the door and the garage door opened.  I said
"Margo this joke has went far enough.  You can't drive through town with us
nude." She said,"Not going through town, but just to the exit to the
interstate." I was fragrantly trying to get the mask off, but to no avail.
Margo said, "I got that at a SM shop.  It really does have a lock on it so
you cannot get it off, until I unlock it.  I suggest that you sit quietly,
as we have a few miles to go."

   I could tell when we got on the interstate, but I could not tell which
direction we were going.  When we would pass a car, I would hear them
blowing their horn, and the truckers would put on a couple of blasts on
their air horns.  I know that they were seeing me, as the moving air, kept
my cock standing up, and I had no way to hide it.

   A long time later, I felt the car slowing down and could tell we were
getting off at an exit.  Margo said, "I need to pull into a gas station." I
said, "You can't not with me like this." She just laughed.  A short time
later, she pulled off the road, and stopped.  She said, "I will be right
back, just act naturally, and no one will notice that you are nude.  Ha
Ha."

   I could tell that she was not putting gas in the car, and it made me
wonder just where we were and who was seeing me nude.  She was back in a
couple of minutes and started the motor again.  I figured it would do no
good to ask where we were, or what she had been doing, so I just kept my
mouth shut.

   Once we started moving again, she said, "Jeff, you have gotten very
quiet.  Is there something wrong?" I just shook my head no, and she said,
"Going to pout are we?" I made up my mind that until I could get this thing
off of my head, I was going to keep quiet, then she was going to get a big
piece of my mind.  It was the first time since we were married that she
seemed to totally ignore what I was saying.

   She drove very slowly, and made several turns, and finally stopped. 
When she got out this time, she came over to my door and opened it.  She
unfastened my seat belt, then took my hand, and said, "Darling, we are
here, you can get out now." I just growled and turned my legs so they were
outside of the car.  She took my hand and pulled slightly, and as I stood
up, she hugged me, and now she was nude as well as me.

   She pulled me away from the car, and carefully shut the door.  She then
lead me somewhere that took several minutes.  Wherever we were, I heard her
put a key in a lock and open a door.  Once inside, she took me to an easy
chair, and said, "sit down.  It shouldn't be to long before I can take off
the mask.  Please be patient with me on this.  I know your feelings have
been hurt, but when the mask comes off, I know you will love your birthday
surprise."

   I was still determined not to say anything, and she said, "If you think
back to some of the things we talked about shortly after we were married,
you just might remember something and figure out what this surprise is."

   I had no idea what she was talking about.

   A short time later, I heard a knock at the door, and heard Margo go to
answer it.  I heard the door open, and then nothing for a few seconds, and
then the door closed.  Margo then came over to me and said, "You have been
very patient with me, and I know it has been very hard on you.  Now is the
time to see your surprise.  Please lean forward." I felt her pick up the
lock and insert the key.  She said, "Since you have not been able to see
since last night, I suggest that you close your eyes, and gradually open
them.  I don't want you to hurt your eyes." That is the first thing today
that she had said that made sense.

   She ask if my eyes were closed, and I nodded my head yes.  She then took
the lock off, and pulled the mask up off of my head.  I tried to open my
eyes, but they would not open.  I raised my hand to one and felt that the
tear ducts had sealed my eyes shut.  Margo seen that about the same time,
and said, "Sit still I will get a wet washrag so we can get them open.

   She carefully wiped my eyelids until the crust broke, and I slowly
opened my eyes.  I was facing a wall, and I waited until my vision cleared,
then I stood up and turned around to where I thought Margo was, and I saw 5
beautiful women, three of which I recognized, and all 5 of them were as
nude as I was.  I turned a little further, and there was my lovely Margo,
just as nude as the rest.

   I said, "Girls, I would apologize for letting you see me this way, but
then all of you would have to apologize as well.  Now Margo, will you
please tell me what is going on?"

   Margo said, "The last time I was at the Dr.  she told me that sometimes
when couples have trouble making a baby, and there is no physical problem,
it has sometimes helped for them to have sex with someone else, then when
they go back to their partners, they are more relaxed and usually will have
a baby." I thought about what she said, and some of our conversations early
on in our marriage.  so I came up with this idea.  These ladies are having
the same problem we are, and they volunteered to test this idea out.  For
the next 5 days your job is to fuck them silly, and in the cabin next door,
I will be fucked silly by their husbands." I said, "What happens if I get
one or more of them pregnant?" One of the ladies spoke up and said, "If you
get me pregnant, it will be mine and my husbands baby.  We all feel that
way, and if your wife gets pregnant, it will be the baby of you two.  We
and our husbands have all agreed to this.  We will all try to keep you as
horny as possible, and we will take equal turns with you.  We have arranged
with the Nudes Camp to bring us meals that are supposed to make you more
virile and us more receptive to sperm.  Also you should know that each of
us is in our fertile time starting today"

   Margo came over and kissed me and said, "I love you very much, and I
hope that you can see what I am trying to do.  It should also help me with
the nightmares that I have about mom and dad, if you understand." I said,
"Margo, to put this together, without saying anything to me, makes me know
that you can be at peace with what happened long ago.  I will try my best
to have all 5 of your friends pregnant by the end of the week.  While there
is a better chance that you will get pregnant, it will be our baby." I then
knelt down and kissed her pussy good by and said "I will see you when you
say time is up, until then I will try very hard to enjoy myself with all
these lovely ladies."

   When Margo went out the door, the ladies said, "We drew straws and
unless you object we would like to have you fuck us in that order." I said,
"Ladies, your wish is my command.  As long as my cock holds out, we will
have all kinds of fun.  I figure that the only things we need is for me to
fuck each of you, and some of you to give me blow jobs to get me going
again."

   "Now the only question is: do you want me to make love to you, or do you
just want me to fuck each of you?  Making love will take a lot more time,
and that is properly the function of your husbands.  But I will leave it up
to you." They went into a huddle, and came out and said, "We will get more
sperm in us if you just fuck us, so that is what we want.  Make us feel
good, but fuck the shit out of us." I said, "Ladies, you have it, everyone
take a bed.  If you start with the first on over by the window, then the
second and so on, I can just work down the line.  I will be the only one
without a bed, but then I will be with one of you at all times so I won't
need one."

   The ladies took their appropriate beds.  I went to the first one,
crawled up on top of her.  Her pussy was soaked already, as I stuck my cock
into her.  I then started sucking her tits as I pumped away and shot a big
load into her fertile womb.  Once I had cum in her, she kept her legs up in
the air, to help keep the sperm in her womb.

   The second lady said, "Lay beside me, and I will give you a blow job, to
get you hard again.  With luck you will be able to give each of us 2 or 3
loads a day."

   And so it went for the next 5 days.  I gave five loads a day, and 4 each
night.  It figured out that I gave each lady 9 loads of cum in the 5 days.
We could only hope that some of my swimmers found some eggs.

   Back at home after the week was over, Margo was extremely happy.  When I
ask why, she said, "it destroyed mom when she was fucked by more than one
man.  Now I know I am the better woman, as I had 5 guys for a week, and I
still have my husband."

   I said, "Are you still in the mood for more?  I need to fuck my wife
again." She answered, "As long as you need me I am here.  Just take me, any
time any way."

   I said, "Another question, What if you still do not get pregnant?  Will
you be willing try something like that again, with the same or different
people?" Her answer was, "When ever and who ever you want me to fuck, I
will as long as you get fuck his wife/girlfriend/daughter." I questioned,
"daughter?" She answered, "Yes as long as she is old enough to be in
puberty."

   "Then you are saying that we will become swingers, even with a baby?"
"Any time, any where any body, as long as we both take part, you will have
my cooperation." I said, "then from now on, you will be kept full of cum as
much as I can arrange, any I do not want you to ever use birth control."

   "Yes dear, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO BOTH OF US."

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