Randy set up a date with Cole for my birthday. It had been a while since he’d hooked me up with another man, and I was beyond excited to play.

I’d only met Cole once at one of Randy’s softball games. He was a big guy with a shock of jet-black hair and the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. He’d also been packing a substantial boner in his uniform pants — a fact I couldn’t help noticing. I also think Randy couldn’t help noticing me notice.

“I thought I’d seen a little glimmer of lust when you met,” he recently said to me over dinner at my favorite restaurant. “And when I ran into him the other day, I realized he could make your birthday extra special this year.”

I was turning 30, so anything that made it extra special would help me not dread that notable milestone. I didn’t think 30 was too old. But I certainly didn’t feel like an actual adult. At least not yet.

“When are the festivities?” I asked, unable to mask my excitement.

“The night before your birthday. Sorry, sweets, but on your actual birthday, you’re all mine.”

Randy’s hand glided up my thigh and gave my mound a playful little tickle.

I laughed and squirmed, and when the waiter brought out our meals, I was still blushing. I felt the heat in my cheeks.

I leaned over and confided, “Just talking about it makes me horny.”

He popped a bite of food into his mouth. After pretending to mull over his thoughts while he chewed, he finally said, “Hmm, we might have to do something about that when we get home.”

We did make it home. Technically. His hands did stray beneath my dress on the drive there. His searching fingers easily breached my panties and parted my pussy lips. In no time, he found my clit, stroking me until I was pushing my pelvis upward to meet his hand. He managed to get me off with quick up and down swipes of his fingertips over my clitoris — all while keeping his eyes on the road.

When he pulled into our driveway, I leaned over the gear shift, fished his cock out of his pants and gobbled him down. I licked and sucked his dick until his hand was clutching the back of my head and his hips were thrusting upward, slamming his cock into my mouth.

After he shot his load across my tongue, I rose and wiped my mouth.

“I’m excited about my birthday treat,” I confessed.

“I can tell,” he quipped.

I met Cole at a seedy motel off the highway. Randy had chosen that place because it would get me off. That gritty setting was my kind of thing.

When I pulled up to the place, my date’s vintage pickup was already there. I got a shiver just from looking at it.

I fussed over my bra, hiking my tits up as high as I could, fluffed my hair and took a deep breath. My pulse was thumping, and I shivered with anticipation.

I looked at my phone to double check the room number from Cole’s text. Then I knocked on the door and heard him shout, “Come in! It’s open!”

Cole was spread out on the bed like a feast. His cock was already hard.

My God, he was a wall of a man.

“Hi,” I said a little breathlessly as I closed the door behind me and made a beeline for my hunky date on the bed.

In a surprisingly deep baritone, he sang the “Happy Birthday” song.

When he was done, I clapped and thanked him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, reaching out to stroke my hair. “Randy itemized all of your stunning qualities when he made his pitch to me. One of the first things on his list was your gorgeous hair.”

I was blushing. Not just because of his attention, but because my husband had sung my praises while arranging this illicit rendezvous.

My pussy was wet, my heart was pounding, and my cheeks felt hot. I was so ready to fuck this man. I could barely stand still.

Cole graciously held out a hand, and I took it. He drew me closer and slid his hands along my velvety leggings.

“I was told to pay special attention to your amazing legs.” He slipped his fingertips into the waistband of my pants and worked them down. I squirmed as he also made short work of my panties. I stepped out of my tangle of clothes, kicking them and my flats to the side as I stood before him bare from the waist down.

Cole slid his hand between my thighs and pushed up against my pussy. The pressure against my trapped clit was exquisite.

Next, he stripped off my remaining clothes before turning me and dropping me onto the bed. I landed on my back, laughing with delight.

“Randy rhapsodized about your supple thighs,” he said, pushing them apart.

His fingertips slid along my inner thighs, tickling me and making me gasp. He swallowed the sound by mashing his mouth against mine for a brief but fierce kiss, and my brain all but melted.

Slithering down my body, Cole dragged his tongue along my clitoris, and my insides sang with sensual energy. I shuddered as he pushed a few fingers inside my pussy, working them in and out. He was already proving himself to be supremely talented.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, sounding as helpless as I felt.

Cole chuckled against my wet cunt and teasingly said, “Yeah? Right there? Like that?”

All I could do was nod maniacally. Everything he was doing was perfect. Wetness graced his fingers as he fucked me. He curled his digits, and when I groaned, he repeated the motion. He kept it up until I came, clutching his wrist. My juices rushed over his probing fingers. I relished the final spasms of my orgasm as my cunt rhythmically pulsed around his fingers.

Cole withdrew his digits, then brushed a wet finger over my lower lip. I stuck my tongue out, lapping at his finger before taking it into my mouth and sucking it the way I’d suck a dick.

“He also told me all about this perfect mouth.”

He kissed me again and then got on his knees. I carefully rearranged myself, and he pushed his erect cock past my willing lips to enter my wet mouth.

This perfect mouth, I thought as he thrust forward. This mouth so eager to take your cock and make you pant with pleasure.

I dragged my tongue along the underside of his prick, paying careful attention to the sensitive spot beneath his crown. He grunted with approval.

“And your tongue. I’m supposed to take note of that talented tongue of yours.”

I lapped at him feverishly, enjoying the stunned look of bliss on his face. He started to move with me, finding a rhythm and fucking my mouth.

But before long, he put his hand gently on my forehead and said, “Hold it. If you keep that up, I’m going to shoot down your throat before I’ve had a chance to experience your pussy. Randy bragged about how tight your snatch is and how wet you get.”

I was equal parts embarrassed and turned on as I thought of Randy telling his friend about me in such detail. Knowing my husband described me that way to another man was nearly enough to get me off all on its own.

Cole ran his hands up and down my body as I looked up at him. Goose bumps sprang up along my skin in the wake of his touch. I was jittering on the bed like I’d die if he didn’t fuck me. He finally spread my legs and settled his lean hips between my thighs as he climbed on top of me.

My lover slipped his hands beneath my ass, cupping my cheeks and angling me slightly. Then he slid his erection along my wet slit. I realized I was holding my breath, and when I exhaled, he pushed into my cunt.

Cole’s hefty erection stretched and challenged me. His rod was so fucking big, he took my breath away. Still, I popped my hips up to force him deeper inside me. I clutched his broad shoulders and dug my nails into his flesh. As his dick grazed my G-spot, my legs trembled uncontrollably.

We moved together as if engaged in an elaborate dance. His cock slid deep, brushing the most desperate places inside me. I squeezed my internal muscles tight around his thrusting dick. He groaned, and I laughed. He lowered his head and bit my nipple. Suddenly, it was my turn to groan. He did it again and again, teasing the tiny nub with his teeth. Then he sucked my nipple hard. I felt the draw of his mouth from my tit to my pussy.

I trembled with pleasure as his pelvis kept grinding against my clitoris.

“Ah, feels like I hit a good spot,” Cole said teasingly.

“You’re hitting all the good spots,” I assured him. “Inside and out.”

He kept up the mesmerizing motion of his hips, forcing me to utter, “I’m going to come. Fuck!”

I didn’t get to say another coherent word before my climax wrecked me. My pussy clenched around him as I cried out. Spasms of rich pleasure unfurled deep inside me, and I clutched him tightly, riding the waves of ecstasy.

“Thatta girl,” he cooed in my ear. He kept fucking me in a hard, steady rhythm until I came back to my senses.

He pulled back and said, “Turn on your side, pretty girl.”

I obeyed, and he spooned me from behind. He lifted my top leg and slid his dick into me from behind. I groaned, feeling his cock once again breaching my tender swollen walls, which were so sensitive from my recent orgasm.

One of Cole’s hands wandered up to cup one of my tits. He pinched my nipple, and I hissed between my teeth. The pace of his fucking increased, and he worked me harder and harder. His teeth worried the side of my neck, making me shiver, and his fingers pinched my nipple so hard I growled. I pushed my ass back toward him, wanting more of him — wanting everything he had to give.

Cole’s breath was hot against my neck, and then he bit me hard. The spark of pain made my body sing.

I reached down and stroked my clit. At first, I used slow up and down motions, spreading wetness I’d gathered from around his pistoning penis. Then I drew lazy circles over my swollen button.

Shutting my eyes, I pictured Randy jacking off while I told him about my date with his buddy. I imagined him being unable to control himself, bending me over the bed and taking me from behind. Doing the deed while my pussy was still drenched with another man’s cream.

Those were the thoughts rattling in my brain as my orgasm hit me and my cunt spasmed around his rod.

Cole’s body went stiff against my back, and I felt the hot flood of his load filling me. His fingers trailed along my thigh and then up and over my hip.

“Oh, I’m also supposed to tell you how much Randy loves you,” he whispered.

But I already knew that.