Spending Your Anniversary with a Twenty-Year-Old
I pulled into my driveway after a long shift, just not as long as some. I immediately noticed my wife's car was gone.
It was not that uncommon. As a firefighter, I work a 24 on / 24 off type of shift. That means I often missed her as I got there as she was heading out, or totally missed her if I had a late call. However, I expected her to be off today. It was our anniversary, and we were planning on having a day to ourselves. My parents were even picking up the kids from school so we could have a long weekend.
I walked in and heard the kids getting ready for school. My youngest jumped into my arms, which I loved. I kept walking through the house and found Sara in the kitchen getting the kids' lunches ready.
"Welcome home," she said.
Sara is our friend's daughter. When our friends moved a year ago, Sara moved into the apartment above the garage. We gave her a great deal since she was the daughter of our friends, and also she helped with the kids. We knew it would be temporary, as she was going to move when she transferred from community college, but in the meantime, we got a little extra money and some extra babysitting when we needed it.
Jennifer, my wife, was often called into work late, and with my weird schedule, Sara has been a lifesaver more than once.
"Your wife was called away."
"She was supposed to have the day off."
"She knows and is sorry, but it was an emergency, and she had to fly out early this morning. She's hoping to be back before it's too late tonight. In the meantime, she told me to get the kids out the door, and then take care of you."
"I think I'm grown enough to care for myself," I teased. However, I looked at Sara and thought of ways I would want to be taken care of if I wasn't too old for her.... or married.
Sara was barely twenty, and was wearing some short shorts and a form-fitting t-shirt. Nothing scandalous or inappropriate, but enough to get the mind going. I shook those ideas out of my head and tried to think of something else.
"Well, given it's your anniversary, I think I'm supposed to be a present for you, taking care of anything you need," she said, handing me a cup of coffee.
Well, Sara was going to make it hard to think of other things. I guess I should just drink my coffee and work on something else, or I'll get myself into trouble.
I had had time to sleep at the firehouse, with no late-night calls, so I was awake enough for a coffee and not needing to crash.
I sipped the coffee, and it was good. A little flavor I didn't recognize, but I liked it. I thanked her and told her I was going to take a shower.
A hot shower didn't help my thoughts, but it felt good on my body. I stepped out of the shower and into the cool air, wrapping the towel around my waist. I dried my hair and walked into the bedroom to look for some new clothes.
However, in my bed, where my wife sleeps, was Sara. She was laying there under the covers.
"Your wife said to take care of you, and I want to do a good job."
"I don't think she meant that," I retorted.
"She said to do whatever he wants, just take care of him since I can't." She paused, letting me soak it in. "Call her, if you want. I'm sure she's landed by now."
My phone was on the nightstand, so I picked it up and called my wife. I could hear the airport sounds in the background.
"Oh, hey," I heard my wife. "I was hoping you'd call."
"Yeah, I was hoping you'd be here."
"Me too. But I told Sara to take care of the kids and tell you I'm hoping to be back tonight, but it will be late."
"Jennifer, it's our anniversary."
"I know, and you didn't want to do anything but stay home; that's why I told Sara to take care of you and do whatever needs to be done. She's my stand-in for today."
"You want Sara to take care of me?" I said unbelievingly. "Anything I want?"
"Just ask, and she'll do it for you. I'm sure you'll be fine without me." She paused as she tried to hail a cab. "And when I get home, maybe we can do some of those things you've always wanted… as a little gift for you."
"If you say so," I said, looking over at Sara, wondering what she was wearing under the blanket.
I told my wife goodbye as I kept staring at Sara.
"See," she said. "Now, why don't you come over here and let me take care of you?" She lifted the covers so I could crawl under them with her. In doing so, she showed her completely naked body.
My mouth might have fallen a little. Part of me wanted to jump right in, but part still wasn't sure.
With one hand holding up the covers, she used the other to beckon me to her. As she turned, I saw more of her smooth golden skin, her firm breasts, and that trimmed landing strip that was leading to some place I had wondered about for too long.
I swallowed hard and dropped the towel. I was now as naked as she was, and I climbed into bed with Sara. She smiled at me.
"Just so you know, I've overheard your wife and my mom talking about some of the things you like, and want to do… When I heard about it, I wasn't so sure, but now that I'm older," she leaned in and passionately kissed me. "Well, I understand how much fun they can be," she said, stroking my already hard cock under the sheets.
I knew girls talked some, but I was curious about what. "What exactly did you hear?"
Sara went down under the sheets. I felt her warm, wet mouth wrap itself around my stiff member. "Oh," I let out a little gasp.
"I know you like that… after it's been busy…" She then kissed up my chest, as I tossed the sheets off. I wanted to see that firm ass of hers. "I know you like it when someone climbs on top of you," she said, doing just that, mounting me, and lowering her pussy right onto my dick.
I wasn't inside her, but she was teasing it, as she rubbed it, and I could feel her wetness. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. She reached down between her legs and lined my cock right up with her pussy, then pushed back, taking it all the way in.
"Ohhh," I said, as I felt her wet pussy envelop me.
"Oh, that feels good," she said. "And I know you keep wanting to fuck your wife's ass… when I heard that, I let my boyfriend do it to me, to see what it was like… and I liked it. So if you want to fuck my ass later… but first I want this, if that's okay with you."
"This is very okay," I said, as she rocked forward and back before she sat up on top of me.
I was still lying down, and she put her hands on my chest. She seemed to like the feel of my chest muscles. "I have to admit. I've been dreaming of this since I saw that calendar you were in."
"The calendar?" I said, slightly confused. "From like five years ago?"
"Oh yes, the firemen's calendar. I remember my mom looking at it with Jennifer. I had to see what they were talking about, and when I saw you… I knew I had to have you. I've been fantasizing about this for years," she said as she slid all the way down my shaft till she bottomed out.
"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked me.
I just nodded as I felt her firm breasts in my hands as she rode me.
"I've stared at the calendar for a long time. In fact, I've used it…" she looked away, shyly, almost blushing.
"You can't stop now," I said, helping her sit on my cock so she could rock back and forth easier.
I was still lying down, but I had a splendid view of her taut body.
"I've played with myself a lot, staring at that calendar. When my mom went to toss it, I saved it and hid it in my room. Knowing you were so close, but so far away. When I turned 18, I got my first toy… and I even named it after you," she said, fully blushing now. "I used it for the first time while looking at your shirtless picture. "
"I've been thinking of you since you turned 18 too… I just thought nothing would ever happen."
She looked at me and smiled. "I'm glad it is," she said. "It's so much better like this, then when I am with my boyfriend, thinking about you."
She thought about me when she played with herself… and when she was with her boyfriend? This is a dream come true.
"I thought of you when I asked my boyfriend to fuck my ass for the first time. It was right after I heard your wife talking about it… I wanted to be her. To be there with you, so I thought of you the entire time. And I liked it, a lot," she admitted. "We do it all the time, sometimes like that, sometimes, well, we like to change things up."
"Oh, he is… of course, I wish it was you all the time. And I keep thinking of you more and more," she admitted.
I grabbed onto her and pulled her in tight, flipping us over so I was on top. I started fucking her faster and deeper. She moaned with each thrust into that young, wet pussy. I kissed her supple lips. With our faces so close, "I'm about to cum," I warned her.
"Cum in me. I want to feel you cum inside of me."
I thrust a little faster, and a little deeper, until I shot my load deep inside her. She was cumming as I came, and it felt so amazing, so close. A fantasy of both of ours coming true.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed beside her, smiling.
"That's one way to take care of me," I said.
She laughed. "Oh, we've got a lot more day left," she said. "And I want to take very good care of you."
She then bent down and went down on me, sucking on my dirty cock, covered with a combination of our cum. It felt amazing having her lips wrapped around my cock once again. And for the first time since college, it seemed like I was staying hard after cumming. I don't know why, but I wasn't going to complain.
"You seem almost ready for me again," she teased, stroking me as she came up and kissed me.
I could taste her on my lips.
"So, did you like that coffee this morning?"
"Yes," I said, enjoying her stroking my cock.
"I gave it a little something to help make sure you're ready for an all day experience."
My eyes opened wide. So that was why… not that I'm complaining.
Sara lay on her back and pulled her legs back. "Ready to fuck my ass?"
Well, I didn't have to ask twice.
She reached over to the nightstand and pulled out some lube, covering my cock entirely.
"Nah, I want to watch you," she said, bending her hips and pointing her ass up a little. I pulled her to the edge of the bed to make it easier for me.
With her legs up, I stood off the edge of the bed and lined myself up. I could see her sweet used pussy, as I pushed into her ass. Oh, it felt so good, and she looked so sexy as she looked up at me.
"That's it. Fuck my ass," she said as I slid in.
I started slowly fucking her ass as she put a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy in front of me. I loved watching a girl play with herself, yet my wife never would. To be able to watch her while fucking her ass would have made me cum immediately if I hadn't cum so recently.
I kept fucking her ass as she came, and then she came again. Having already cum, it took some time, but I was finally ready, and I came again inside her ass this time.
As I pulled out, I watched her continue to play with her pussy.
"You don't mind, I just.. Well, I'm always so horny, I can't help but touch myself."
"I won't stop you. I can't imagine any guy wanting to stop you, unless it's to have sex with you."
She smiled as she came one more time all over her fingers. I loved watching that young face scrunch up as she cried out in pleasure. I could watch that all day.
I asked if she wanted to take a shower with me. We were both a mess of sweat and cum, and who knows what else. Besides, the chance to feel up her firm body under running water seemed like a good idea.
I led her to the shower and made sure the temperature was right. We got under the water, and soon were lathering one another up. We both spent a lot of time on the areas we enjoyed, her cleaning my cock nice and right, and me kissing her soft lips while fondling her breasts and cute little ass that I had just had the pleasure of fucking.
"You know, I'm going to need a whole new set of fantasies now that you're fulfilling so many of mine," I told her as we kissed and made out under the warm water. The bathroom was becoming foggy, and not just from the hot water.
"Like what?" she asked as she kissed me back.
"I could imagine fucking you while you made out with my wife. What a present that would be. You, for both of us…"
"All three of us," she moaned. "But I'd be happy with just you."
"I'm happy with you too, but… fantasies… right? And they'll never come true if you don't share them."
She didn't say anything after that, but led me out of the shower. She helped me dry off, and then I helped her. I don't know how long we were in the shower, but she suggested a quick snack, and that sounded good.
We stayed naked as we headed to the kitchen. I can't remember the last time I spent the whole day naked, or even a half day. It must have been before we had kids.
She got some fruit from our fridge, then fed me a strawberry, and then some grapes. I fed her some in return before she went back into the fridge. She found a can of whipped topping and put a little on a strawberry, which I then ate. She went to put more on, but then quickly moved to putting a small spray on each nipple.
I quickly devoured the whipped topping and stayed to enjoy her tender breasts. They weren't as large as my wife's, but she hadn't had kids either, and no matter the size, they always seemed perfect to me.
She moaned as I sucked on her breasts. It felt so good having them in my mouth, and hearing her moan the whole time, especially as I started to play with her pussy. I loved hearing her moan as I fingered her, and she was very vocal, something my wife and I couldn't be with young kids in the house. She started to cum all over my fingers right there in the kitchen, and I knew I'd always remember that room differently.
She took hold of my stiffening member and led me back to the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed, where she pointed herself toward the foot of the bed. "I want to watch you fuck me from behind," she said.
Well, I wasn't going to say no, especially since there was a nice large mirror over our dresser which was in her line of view, so I'd get to see her as well.
I got in behind her, and slowly fucked her. She tossed her hair back as she looked at me. Faster. I need you to fuck me. To really fuck me… but don't cum in me… not this time.
I started to fuck her harder and faster. Her pussy felt so good, and I could feel her gripping it as I moved in and out of her. She was cumming again, and came easily it seemed. I loved that. Not that I minded working for it with my wife, but to hear a girl cum again and again was just perfect.
"I'm… I'm about to cum," I called out. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.
She quickly pulled away and spun around. With her mouth open, she dove for my cock, sucking on it, till I emptied my balls inside her mouth. She kept sucking, getting every drop out that she could.
It was so sexy watching her suck my dirty cock, not minding her taste, or mine, swallowing without abandon. I realized I had emptied myself into her three times, one in each of her sexy little holes.
She finished, wiping her mouth, and looked up at me. "I should get ready to go," she said.
"I'd say so," I heard a stern voice. It was Jennifer, and clearly she was angry, and I wasn't sure why.
"Honey," I said, going over to her. "You're home early."
"Don't you dare," she said, putting her hand up to stop me from getting too close.
"How could you? On our anniversary. How long has this been going on?"
Clearly, I was the one she was upset with, and I didn't understand why.
"It's not his fault," Sara said, pulling her short shorts up.
"What? I had to go into work for the morning, so you should bang my best friend's daughter?"
"I called you. You had taken a flight to see another client. Some emergency."
Sara had pulled her shirt on and moved closer to the door.
"You didn't call her," she said sheepishly. "I'm leaving in a couple of days, and I had to take my shot."
Now Jennifer and I were both confused.
"I had a friend help, with an AI voice changer… make it sound like you called Jennifer."
"So… I didn't call my wife? So… the present she got me…"
I looked at my phone. It showed I called "Jennifer" but when I looked at the contact, the number had changed. I swallowed hard and sat on the edge of the bed, slowly starting to realize how I had been tricked.
"I thought…" I said, as I put my head in my hands. "I thought…"
And that's the story I told in front of my wife and the marriage counselor. We'd have to find a way back. Being tricked like that hurt us both... whoever thought a fake phone call to do something so simple.
The counselor had various suggestions, ranging from divorce to an open marriage… Now we just have to pick what's going to work for us… all because a hot twenty-year-old wanted to live out her fantasy.
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