“Funnily, mine has to do with my birthday as well,” Mitch said.

Monica rolled out of his arms and guided him to the edge of the bed, “Oh,” she said, kneeling slowly between his legs. “Do tell.” She licked once slowly up his cock as he began his story.

“You told me you didn’t know what to get me for my birthday,” he began as she slowly licked at his cock. Monica was an expert at giving a slow blowjob, and she could lick a cock for twenty minutes before taking one suck. “I joked that you could hire a Mythfolk prostitute for me, never thinking you actually would.”

He sighed as he watched her, her pink tongue tasting every inch of his cock. “When I got home the day of my birthday, I found you in the living room wearing some very sexy lingerie. I was excited for what was to come, but as I went to grope you, you said no, and handed me a little card.”

“It said, go to the bedroom. I will be there soon,” his wife kissed his cockhead, and a sticky strand of precum connected her lips to his cock. It was one of the most erotic things he had seen. “I went up to the bedroom and was shocked to see a woman, no, a satyr. She was naked, lounging on our bed with chocolate-coated strawberries. Her body tattooed large and firm breasts, with a little bar in each nipple.” He heard Mon moan and looked down at her as she slowly licked up the length of his cock again. He pulsed slightly, and a small amount of precum oozed from the tip, which she gleefully engulfed.

“She put a strawberry in her mouth and smiled at me as she bit into it, the juices leaking out between her thick lips. She told me she was here to fulfil my every desire, as a present.” He brushed a lock of hair away from Mon’s face to see her face more clearly. “I looked out the door for you, and all the woman said was that you would be here soon, but you wanted to give us a chance to become more acquainted.”

“She stood up from the bed and approached me and asked me if the shirt was expensive, I shook my head, and she quickly tore it open. The buttons busted and flew over the room as she said she wasn’t skilled with buttons yet.” Monica pursed her lips around his head and slowly swirled her tongue around his cock head.

“She knelt in front of me and pulled at my pants. I felt powerless to stop her as she pulled out my cock. I was partially hard, and she quickly sucked my cock into her mouth. It felt incredible. As she sucked on my cock, I felt you, a hand on my shoulder, at my back. You asked me if it felt nice, and I nodded.”

Monica looked up at him, stroking his cock. “God, that sounds hot,” she said

Just as he was about to start again, she plunged her mouth down onto his cock, and he tensed. “God, fuck,” he moaned. “You reached around me and grabbed her horns, pulling her deeper onto me. Both she and I moaned, and a moment later, you released her.”

“You then told me that you had spent some time warming each other up before I got home, so now you wanted to watch me fuck her. She looked up at me and smiled. She told me she wanted to see my face, but any position I wanted where she could do that.”

“As she pulled me towards the bed and you pushed from behind, you told me you wanted to see her ride me. I had to agree.”

“You both pushed me back onto the bed, and I asked you if you were sure.” He flexed his hips up into Mon’s mouth, sighing in pleasure. “You said happy birthday as the satyr crawled over me. She rubbed her body against me and rubbed my face with her breasts. I sucked one of her pierced nipples into my mouth, and she moaned. I felt her grinding her wet furred cunt against my cock. She slid up, and I heard you moan as my cockhead slid against her lips.”

Monica bobbed gently on his cock as he thrust into her mouth. “You told me to enjoy it as she pushed down onto me, and I moaned and shuddered. I admitted that I probably wouldn’t last very long, and the satyr smiled, telling me she was glad that you paid for the entire night then.”

“I looked at you and asked if you really hired a Mythfolk sex worker for my birthday, and you nodded. You then told me to be careful as you had heard that satyrs were incredibly fertile.” He tensed and shuddered again as he was saying it, filling his wife’s mouth with his cum. Mitch continued to moan as he pulsed into her mouth, then she sat back and opened her mouth to show him her mouth full of his cum and slowly swallowed.

“So, did you cum in her?” she asked. Mitch nodded, “You aren’t worried about a satyr child?” She asked, crawling onto the bed and kissing him softly.

“It was just a fantasy,” he said.

Monica smiled back at him, “I think it sounds incredibly sexy.”