To celebrate her birthday he scheduled a backyard BBQ party, and invited the dozen or so friends in their social circle. With spouses and few plus ones there were about 20 guests. They ate and drank, listened to music, and laughed. It was a wonderful gathering, and as the sun went down it was time for some birthday cake to complete the evening.

He took her by the hand, led her to the edge of the group, and turned her so that her back was to the other guests and the house. While she did not usually enjoy surprises, she did appreciate him making such an effort for her on this special occasion.

“I have one more birthday treat for you.” He said, putting his hands on her waist to hold her in place.

She smiled and put her arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss. She was not fond of excessive public displays of affection, but right now she was particularly pleased and proud of him. She was giddy with anticipation, knowing that everyone else could see whatever was happening behind her.

He slid his hands up her sides, to her shoulders, and then to her neck, cradling her jaw with his big hands.

“Now don’t look.” He said, holding her head steady, staring directly into her eyes. “I need you to trust me on this.”

She was excited and nervous. Was it an elaborate cake being carried out? Or maybe a fancy gift? The guests all stopped talking, focused instead on what was about to happen. The music playing was the only sound to be heard.

She felt someone else’s hands on her back. A puzzled look washer over face. What was going on?

“Hold still, sweetie.” He said. Glancing briefly over her shoulder, and then returning his gaze to hers. “Don’t move.”

She felt the hands roaming around on her back, working close to her armpits, then out towards her sides, to those very sensitive patches of skin normally protected by her arms. The way he was holding her prevented her from lowering her arms or bending her elbows. He was intentionally keeping her sides exposed. Her brow furrowed, searching for a hint of help in his face.

The mysterious hands slipped inside her sundress and worked their way around to her chest. She was frozen, on the verge of panic.

The hands spread their fingers and engulfed her breasts, cradling them, lifting them, and gently toying with her nipples.

Her eyes were wide open, trying to convey her alarm to him without letting anyone else know. Then she felt another set of hands on the back of her knees. They squeezed and massaged the backs of her thighs as they worked their way up. She was worried they would soon discover she was not wearing any panties. One hand settled on her left ass cheek, while the other slid between her thighs. His adoring gaze did not falter. He enjoyed watching the uncertainty play out in her eyes.

It was all too much for her to process. There were so many hands on her body now. His were holding her still, while the others explored both high and low. She closed her eyes to help hide from the embarrassment. The hand between her thighs, wiggled and walked its way higher, inch by inch, until it was as far up as it could go. Her breathing quickened at the intimate contact.

As her willpower weakened, her knees bent slightly and she leaned into him. As if on autopilot, her legs gently parted, making space for the lower hand to maneuver. It slid back and forth, working the top finger deep between her labia, and spreading the new found moisture along the full length of her tender folds. The finger tip just barely grazed her clit each time it slid forward.

Her world had suddenly closed in, completely focused on the sensual touch of her body, strange hands exploring her privacy, and her complete lack of control.

She didn’t like the predicament she was in, but could not stop her body from enjoying this sexual contact. Her nipples and pussy were responding like they usually did when the two of them were alone, and the panic was being replaced by a growing arousal.

Then, almost as quickly as it started, the hands withdrew from her sundress. She was left breathing heavily, relieved to be free from their intrusion, but oddly craving more physical attention. Was it just going to end like that? She opened her eyes, staring at him, wondering what would happen next.

The group started singing happy birthday. He turned her around to see a beautiful cake on the picnic table, surrounded by all her friends. Looking over the group it was fair to say their smiles were a little bigger than normal. She cautiously stepped forward into the group and approached the cake. She was certain that at least two of her friends had just touched her in ways she had never expected, but she had no idea who. She felt like both the center of attention and a pawn in their secret game. Before blowing out the candles she wished for this to happen again, and soon.