Surprise Party: Egyptian Deities and Competitive Handjobs

"An idea is like a virus, resilient, highly contagious. The smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you". - Leonardo DiCaprio as Cobb (Inception: 2010)

John was having a daydream. His breathing was deep, pupils moving rapidly under the heavy eyelids - the movements matching the utterly bizarre kaleidoscope of scenes taking place in his brain.

He saw a bunch of pirates, with comical tin swords, eye patches, and peg-legs, crowding around in a circle on the deck of a ship. From the middle of the commotion, over the cheers of the pirates, John heard grunts and moans - the telltale sounds of sex in the air.

He made his way through the crowd to the center, only to be greeted with the sight of two majestic figures in the middle of an intense mating ritual on an elevated stage.

Dressed in a flowy, sheer white Egyptian draped gown, a gorgeous brunette was going down on an apparent king sat on a throne in the middle of it all. The king was dressed in nothing but a white loin cloth, his magnificent cock disappearing deep down the throat of the woman with her every eager gulp.

Kneeling at the foot of the platform was another regal figure - dressed in the same white gown as the brunette, but with a striking shade of blonde for hair. As she raised her head, looking at the depraved display in front of her with reverence, one of her hands played with her clit under the sheer clothes, edging herself close to a climax.

"Annie?" John shouted out in his dream. She looked over at John with an innocent smile, before vanishing in a swirl of colors in the wind.

A confused, dream-drunk John looked at the stage again, where the scenario changed with the blink of an eye.

The gorgeous brunette was now sitting on the king's lap, her beautiful pussy, visible through the sheer fabric, being violated by the impressive cock on the powerful man.

The dreamy smile on Kelly's face showed she was probably OK with the violation, evidenced by her riding the dick inside her cunt with aplomb, her big, beautiful breasts bouncing around under the gown.

"Wait, Kelly???" John looked on in horror as the love of his life was riding her 'pretend' boyfriend's cock in front of everyone. He wanted to scream out, but only managed to get a hoarse grunt out of his throat that made the crowd turn back to look at him.

As the pirate crowd broke into a hushed murmur, John followed their eyes to look down at his crotch. He was horrified to realize that he was sporting a full hard-on, much to the delight of the cartoonish pirates.

"Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!" The pirates chanted. "Off! Off! Off!"

John looked on, his dream brain still trying to make sense of the vivid images unfolding in front of him. The scenes on the stage were changing rapidly - bombarding John's brain with vignettes after vignettes.

John saw Kelly being fucked by the king in every position imaginable - on the bed, in the shower, against the kitchen counter, in a public park, in the swimming pool - with only one constant in every scenario - Kelly's back arched in ecstacy, mouth open in an 'O', eyes closed in heavenly bliss.

Her eyes suddenly shot open, as if she noticed John for the first time in the crowd. Whispering into the king's ear, she got down from his lap, standing tall, back arched, eyes lusty, her index finger pointed at her husband. She beckoned him to come close in a teasing gesture by curling her finger, her full lips and proud breasts only adding to the sultry display.

"Go on. Why don't you claim her for yourself? You've got that big dick of yours unsatisfied for so long". John shivered as he felt the hot breath of Annie on his neck. She had reappeared behind him, this time only to goad him to fuck his own wife.

"I... I can't. She looks so happy..."

"Happy when, John?" Dream-Annie was just as nagging as the real life Annie, John thought ruefully.

"Happy when she's pretend fucking her boyfriend", John whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Are you sure it's only pretend, John?"

As if jolted by an electric shock, he turned around swiftly. Dream-Annie was gone, but she had sowed one hell of an idea into John's mind. What if the pretend wasn't actually, you know, pretend? What if...

"Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!" Came the renewed chants from the pirates surrounding him. "Off! Off! Off!"

In his dream, John absent-mindedly took out his cock, lazily stroking it while looking at the loin cloth-clad king in front, his silhouette gradually coming into focus. He was fucking Kelly on a couch now, the couch at John's house.

Confused, John looked on, dream-stroking his cock faster. Why were they fucking on his couch? Why did they look so familiar? It was Kelly with... Shaun?

Horrified, John tried to put away his erection now, but the pirates had already surrounded him.

"Jerk off! Jerk off! Jerk off!" Came the hypnotizing chant. Resigned to his fate, John kept stroking his dick, now hard and swollen, while looking at his beloved wife getting ravaged by a regal Shaun on the throne.

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" The pirates chanted. John was too far gone by then. The dreamworld was collapsing, evaporating into chunks of oblivion by the time his orgasm hit, the pirate chants replaced by the rather sweet voice of a young woman.

"John! John! John!"

John opened his eyes lazily, his foggy mind still trying to comprehend the reality around him while his cock finished the last of its spasming in his pants. As he looked into the peering eyes of Annie calling him, the realization hit.

John just had a wet dream in the middle of the work day at his desk.

Embarrassed beyond words, he tried to cover up his now wet crotch in front of Annie - not that she cared. She gave him a big hug, whispering thank you over and over again.

"What the hell is happening, Annie? Care to explain?"

"Your negotiation tactics worked, sleeping beauty. The pirates are letting our ship go with minimum fuss. You're a life saver."

Annie looked at his still groggy face with a caring smile. She could definitely understand what Kelly saw in this awkward goofball. He was certainly a charmer, in his own cute ways.

"Boss man is looking for you in the situation room. Better hurry or they might hold out on that promotion they were talking about", Annie said, before winking cutely at him. "And better get cleaned up too."

By the time John looked down at his crotch, Annie was gone. He collapsed back into the chair, emotions swirling through his head - exhaustion, relief, embarrassment. Sighing, he reached for the landphone.

He needed to call Kelly and give her the news.

... ... ...

By the time John reached home, it was late into the night. He was hoping for a quiet night with Kelly. From her coming to visit in the morning to the end of negotiations in the evening, it had indeed been a long day.

As John's car entered the driveway, he was surprised to see the house bathed in darkness. Was Kelly not home? He had texted half an hour ago to let her know he was coming. Has she not checked her phone?

Confused, John made this way to the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. His eyes took a second to adjust to the blinding darkness, before it was replaced by a flood of blinding lights.

"SURPRISE!"

As the cacophony of chorus startled John, his eyes went wide at the sight of Kelly jumping into his arms, showering him with kisses all over his face. She was followed by a host of familiar faces, Shaun, Sharon, and the rest of their little school gang.

"I'm so proud of you baby," Kelly whispered into John's ear between kisses. "Annie called to let me know you're up for a promotion soon. Shaun heard - he said an occasion like that deserved a party. You're not mad, are you baby?"

"Of course not, silly". The day's exhaustion had evaporated with his loving wife's first kiss. John was feeling like the king of the world, with the most beautiful woman by his side.

King? Like in a half-remembered dream? A little alarm went of in a faraway corner of John's brain, trying to remind him of some vague warning overheard in a whisper. John frowned for a moment in somber reflection, before the moment passed without any meaningful recollection.

Loud music started playing on a portable speaker, with the guys handing out cold beers. John took one even though he wasn't much of a drinker. He toasted with Dave, Shaun's best buddy, both doing their best imitation of a war cry before gulping down the beers in one go.

For his next beer, Deacon and Pete, the other two guys in the gang, joined him in chugging down the cold one. John was feeling the simultaneous effects of adrenaline and ****, making him feel unstoppable.

He looked over at the couch to see the girls - Sharon the leader of the pack, with Olivia and Carol as the minions - whispering intently at Kelly. She kept shaking her head no, before eventually relenting and accepting their proposition. "What were they talking about?" Wondered John, his curiosity piqued.

He didn't have to wait long to find out. Following a myriad of shots, Sharon announced to the group that they were planning a series of games to enliven the party. The first one on the agenda? Truth or dare.

"Are you sure you're OK with this, babe? You don't have to play if you don't want to", Kelly said softy to her husband, looking slightly concerned.

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to crush that game!" John was already a little tipsy from the multiple shots and beers, but he was still on a high from the adrenaline. He wasn't going to back down. At least not tonight.

Soon, the married couple were rushed to the impromptu circle on the living room floor around a champagne bottle. Kelly took a seat between John and Shaun on her either side, with the other couples sitting side by side.

On the first turn, the bottle landed on John. Amid cheers of "Shots! Shots! Shots!", the crowd didn't even give him the chance to take the option for truth. With a huge, dumb smile, he gupled it down In one go, showing off the empty glass like a trophy much to the delight of the crowd.

The next couple of turns fell to Deacon and Pete, two of Shaun's other buddies. They were asked inconsequential truths like first crush and name of their first pets, before the bottle landed on Kelly. Everyone sat straight, the air of anticipation taut in the room.

"So, Kelly, why don't you kiss one of the guys beside you to start off the night? I heard you've gotten really good at that" Sharon, the manipulative bitch as always, took the lead in tormenting the housewife again with a sly smirk. Kelly's 'pretend' boyfriend Shaun licked his lips in satisfaction. This ought to be good.

To everyone's surprise, the gorgeous brunette grabbed her husband John, and kissed him deeply on the lips - the smile evaporating from Shaun's face. Even after breaking her little by little over the past two months - physically and mentally, somehow her heart still belonged to her husband.

Shaun was seething with rage while the married couple were going at it with some vigor. Breaking off the kiss, Kelly looked at her husband, her doe-eyes filled with so much love. "I love you", she mouthed quietly to a semi-drunk John.

Visibly shocked, Sharon spun the bottle again. As luck would have it, the bottle landed on Kelly once more. Pissed at the sudden loss of control over the situation earlier, she straight up told Kelly to make out with Shaun as a dare, this time not willing to take a chance.

Before Kelly could even process it, Shaun grabbed her, his tongue forcefully invading her mouth while his hands explored her body. Without missing a beat, the housewife returned the favor by placing her hand on his chest, stroking the hair there, her wedding ring gleaming on her hand.

John was slightly annoyed at how long they were taking to finish up the dare, when Sharon spoke again. "Let them go at it - if the second dare is similar to the first one they get a full round. That's the rule I'm afraid", she finished with a wink at John.

John had never heard of such a rule, but he decided to trust the blonde anyway. She had no reason to lie after all, right?

As the others continued to play around the circle with mostly harmless truths or dares, the 'pretend' couple continued to make out, much to the chagrin of John. He understood that they had to make it believable for the crowd watching, but at least they could keep the ass grabbing or squeezing of the boobs at a minimum.

A long forgotten dream-voice suddenly spoke in the back of John's drunk mind while he watched. "Only... Pretend..." John pushed the thought away. His head was playing tricks on him. There was no dream-voice. He didn't even remember the dream.

After what felt like an eternity, the illicit couple broke their kiss. Panting, out of breath, the two looked at each other to take stock of the damage they've done. Shaun's entire face wore a shade of Kelly's lipstick, while she sported a couple of hickeys on her throat, her face flustered and hair slightly ruined.

The housewife smiled sweetly at her 'pretend' boyfriend, much to his confusion. She was so loving with him, completely giving in to him every time they were together.

But somehow, a part of her always belonged to her husband, no matter the kind of filth Shaun put her through. What else could he do to make her completely his? Not knowing the answer infuriated Shaun to no end.

... ... ...

By the time they caught their breaths, the gang had moved on to a new game.

"Competitive handjobs?" An incredulous John asked after being informed of the rules. "You guys can't be serious!"

"Oh, we are very serious, John. The rules are very simple - let me go over them again. Two guys will sit side by side, separated by a towel, both jerking off. You can't stop mid-wank. No cheating! The one who cums first loses. And the winner gets a special prize!"

"OK, but you said it's a three person game? Who's the third?"

"Oh, there will be one girl acting as the eye candy. You'll need masturbation material to rub one out, right?" Sharon explained. "She'll also be simulating handjobs to both guys. That's why it is called competitive handjobs, silly."

"What do you mean simulating?" John had sobered up a little by then, the rational part of his brain having a hard time comprehending the absurd rules.

"She'll pretend to give them handjobs, but she's not allowed to touch any of the dicks. It's all for pretend, don't you worry", Sharon winked at the gullible husband.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, Kelly was chosen to go first. She was paired with John and Shaun, who took their seats on the couch. Olivia and Carol were tasked with holding the big towel between them.

Kelly kneeled in front of them, before tying her hair in a bun, and adjusting her low-cut white t-shirt to show more of her delicious cleavage. She didn't have a bra on underneath, causing her nipples to poke through against the fitting, semi-sheer fabric.

Seeing his incredibly hot wife on her knees with her cleavage and pokies out was already making John's cock twitch in his pants. Shaun too expressed his approval by leering at the housewife intently.

"Wankers, on your cock, get set, GO!" Sharon announced, much to the amusement of the crowd. Shaun immediately took out his cock, lazily palming it, while the much more shy John needed encouragement from his wife to do the same.

"Come on baby, take your cock out. You know how much I love it, don't you? Jerk it off for me? Please? Please baby?"

John's cock finally made its public debut as he took off his pants, drawing gasps from both Olivia and Carol. It's safe to say they weren't expecting a big cock on an oblivious cuckold husband.

As John started jerking off with further encouragement from Kelly, Shaun gave out a whine from missing out on her attention. Kelly smirked at the desperation of both guys, finally getting to enjoy both of their company at the same time like she wanted from the beginning of the weekend.

She put one hand each on the guys' laps, her left hand resting on John's lap while her right found its way to Shaun's thighs, as part of the 'simulating handjobs' stipulation. She was enjoying the power she had over them, as both of them stared at her wide-eyed, using her as their jerk off material.

With the sounds of thwak-thwak-thwak filling up the room, the two guys continued a steady pace of jerking off their cocks, their eyes rarely ever moving from the pretty face, inviting cleavage, and bouncing tits of the housewife kneeling before them.

"Why don't you try a little dirty talk, whore? Maybe that'll help", offered a helpful Sharon. Encouraged, Kelly started coaxing the two guys on, her words getting more and more vulgar with every passing minute.

"John, baby, look at my titties. Don't they look soooo good? Wouldn't you like to cum for them, baby?", she cooed, before turning her attention to Shaun. "Baby, you know how much I like the taste of your cum. Please cum for me so I can have a taste? Please? Please Daddy?"

A collective groan could be heard from both the guys at Kelly calling Shaun her Daddy. John's was out of the erotic surprise, and her 'pretend' boyfriend's groan came from the now familiar surge of sexual energy through him.

Both of them continued their rhythmic motion, with Kelly offering encouragement with her sultry words, and sometimes just sensual moans.

"You like it when I shake my tits like this, baby? You like to see them bounce, John? You like it when they're in your face as you fuck me? Please baby, cum for your loving wife? Please?"

"Keep rubbing for your fuckdoll, Daddy. Think how good it feels to fuck my slutty cunt, baby. How soft and warm it is inside. Cum to your whore? Please Daddy?"

Frustrated that it was taking so long, Sharon decided to take initiative, tiptoeing behind the housewife to pull off her t-shirt in one swift motion, a surprised yelp coming from her. Kelly's huge tits were now out in the open, swaying and bouncing sensually with the slightest movements of her body, her nipples erect.

John let out a gasp at the lewd display in front of him, marveling at the sight he had been used to for fifteen years now, still admiring them like the first day. His hand quickened its pace as he was gawking at his own wife in a rather public setting.

These were entirely new sensations he was experiencing, and they were driving him completely crazy. He felt an orgasm approaching, but he was powerless to stop himself, caught in the oncoming crashing wave of pleasure like a lone boat stranded in the ocean, unable to move.

Shaun, on the other hand, started jerking off faster than before without actually wanting to. His mind went back to the countless nights over the past two months where he debased and degraded Kelly before claiming her as his, fucking her brains out every time. The memories spurred him on, to his own climax, whether he wanted or not.

"Ok babe, two minutes of 'cheat' time", announced Sharon.

John's eyes shot open. "Cheat time? What do you mean?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" Sharon said with a devilish smirk. "In these two minutes, she is free to give either of you a real handjob. Or maybe to both of you. Just to spice things up", winked the little minx after coming up with another bullshit rule.

"Fuck, that's too much..." John couldn't even finish his thought before he felt Kelly grabbing the base of his cock. With a cute, slutty smile, she started jerking him off, making a 'sshh' gesture with the other hand on her lips.

John leaned back on the couch. Through his half-closed eyes, he saw Shaun grabbing her free hand, pulling it onto his lap. He felt her other hand moving, as her tits bounced around violently with both her hands working up a storm on both sides of the obscuring wall of the towel.

Surely, she was trying to mess with John's head, to make him cum before Shaun, right? Or was she was doing one of her 'pretend' routines with him? But how could she pull it off with so many people watching? Was she that good at pretending?

As the first waves of orgasm hit John, he had a singular moment of clarity. A little voice in the back of his head screamed out loud. "Are you sure it's only pretend, John?" Dream-Annie's voice reverberated around his head, only to be flooded by the crushing waves of pleasure from his climax.

Simultaneously, a pained groan could be hard from the other side of the towel, followed by a loud 'fuuuck'. At almost the same time, two powerful jets of cum hit Kelly over her chest, her pretty face, and on her swinging tits, followed by smaller streams that hit her arms and thighs, with some missing her entirely to end up on the floor.

As the sounds of quiet groaning and sharp intakes of breath subsided, an incredulous Olivia spoke out, still holding the towel. "It's a fucking draw, Sharon. What the actual fuck?"

Sharon took a moment to compose herself. The incredible display of sexuality from the trio had left her flustered, even impeding her little schemeing brain.

As John almost passed out from the intensity of the orgasm, through his half-open, heavy eyelids, he saw Sharon's lips moving, but the words barely registering in his brain.

"So John, Shaun, ready for the next game?"