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Wifes Birthday Party
It was a truly strange drive that my wife and I took out into the
Nevada desert. To say that both of our emotional states were
agitated would not be a exaggeration. But I am getting ahead of
myself.
I had flown Carol and myself to Las Vegas to celebrate Carols 50th
birthday. The "Big Five O" was how she put it and it had fallen on
her hard. All of us will come to the understanding that we are
"Older", for what ever that is worth, and the last few years had
brought this awareness to Carol as a bit of a downer. The last year
and a half had been consumed, for example, with Carol's attempts to
shed the 50 to 60 extra pounds she had been carrying around since the
children were born. A difficult task in the best of times but doing
this while passing "The Change of Life" as people are want to say, is
neigh on to impossible. Only Carol's discipline and resolve made the
quest successful.
To say that shedding the extra heft had rekindled a healthy interest
in sex would be truthful but would not give you the whole story.
Having left menopause behind her and feeling better now about her
looks had begun to turn Carol into the sex partner every man always
wanted.Now at fifty this woman wants to wear sexy lingerie around the
house all of the time. A possibility as all of the children have
started their own lives, away from home thank god! She had even begun
to "Flash" me a quick view of some important naked flesh occasionally,
often in public places where I had not expected it. Very disturbing,
in a pleasant sort of way. This from a woman who had dressed in the
closet or bathroom away from my view for most of our married life.
We had always talked "around" our fantasies with each other in the
past but now we were outright comparing notes on the fine details of
our respective private thoughts. This was done then as well as now to
excite us to greater heights sexual pleasure and varied only in
frequency and detail. A task it always successfully implemented. The
last several months of such detail had confirmed a suspicion I had
about Carol for many years.
Let me digress for just a moment. Years ago at a party Carol and I
threw at our house I got very drunk and very loaded (Carol and I both
enjoyed a pharmacological interest) and behaved very badly. Carol was
dancing very suggestively with several of the men present and seeing
this in my impaired condition I went into a giant snit! Feeling very
vulnerable and not too masculine at the time, for reasons I need not
go into, along with the mood altering substances drove me to
distraction and rage. Carol, oddly enough, ignored me completely
until I threatened to leave her because of her "filthy display"! Then
she allowed as how she would stop and not do that ever again. I say
"oddly" because that is the only time that I am aware of, either
before or since, that she didn't noticeably concern herself about my
feelings and perceptions. But in this instance until I became
completely unreasonable she ignored me. Thinking about this set of
facts many years later led to some interesting connections and my
reaching some startling conclusions.
The fantasies Carol described to me recently had continued the same
line that she had always followed. Fantasies having to do with
fucking strange men, different men, groups of men at the same time.
Not too original to judge from the reading I have done, and I
suspected at the time, done to turn me on as much as to please
herself. But, as I said before, she described them in much more
refined detail. Her fantasies most often contained men whom she
described as very successful and by and large were business men. The
fantasies, like as not, had her being paid, bribed or in some way
rewarded for sex with money or business contacts. The descriptions of
her suiters led sooner or later to a description of their sexual
organs size. Carol is a good sized woman who likes good sized men.
Several times she has said she was attracted to me originally because
of the size of my cock, and has always commented on the fact that
she might screw "So and So" if he has a big cock! Now however size
was becoming a obsession.
The idea of a "group grope" or "gangbang" (several couples or several
men at the same time) was hinted at by one or both of us regularly and
discussed openly but never with any real fire to see it through. Both
of us were happy with our respective mates and weren't interested in
risking that solid relationship on a lark. Considering my behavior
years earlier when Carol just danced a bit suggestively I understood
Carol's reluctance to do anything but tease the subject slightly. Now
here we are at middle age (ya, right, sure, were in the middle, who
lives to be 100 years old?) and totally committed to each other and
the intensity of discussion around orgies and multiple partners picks
up instead of dying out. Go figure.
Putting all of this together led me to considering Carol in a
different light. Rather than a confirmed, sexually shy, monogamist
lady, I was beginning to believe she was more interested in sexual
adventure than I thought, and had been all along. Carol had told me
years ago of a party she attended when still married to her first
husband where several of the women and couples were naked. They were
all members of the same group that had hung out together for years.
At first Carol claimed to have stripped only to her Bra and panties
but later she admitted to stripping off to only her panties and
showing her tits to all. I always remarked upon hearing this story
that "I would have loved to been there!", but she never really told me
how she felt at that party! I always thought Carol never repeated the
event because she was "not interested and turned off" by the idea of a
orgy. Now I was starting to think she may have been more turned on
than she indicated. Prompting her to till me more about that event
availed me naught. If I was right she wanted to participate in some
sexual experimentation at that time, at that party! I will never know
if she did or not, she has always claimed to me that she didn't. All
of this leads to Las Vegas, Carols birthday present and the
continuation of this story. Given the facts as you now know them, you
won't be surprised to hear that I came up with a sexual birthday
present. I intended to give Carol a night with two men! Weird
present for a woman on her 50th birthday? We'll see!
The requirements of "The Present" were simple and complex all at the
same time. I wanted Carol to be able to choose the men she would
screw if for no other reason good manners suggested it. She would
need to be guarantied that the men she chose would be clean and
disease free. We both wanted the men to be strangers we would never
run into again, unless we wanted to, and they should have no romantic
notions or attachments to Carol for obvious reasons. A Las Vegas, or
rather a "Nevada" brothel looked to be the answer to all of these
requirements. I knew they often supplied men to their Gay customers
so it stood to reason that they would have men suitable for this
purpose. Several phone calls later I had set a date with the
"Cottontail Club" and made all the arrangements.
Last night, the first night for this trip, we went to dinner, saw a
show and returned to the room for some sex. As usual the pillow talk
revolved around what ficticious "friends of mine" I had brought to
fuck her when I was finished, and did I want to screw her again after
"they" were finished. We were both very hot and fucked for a very
long time, as if we couldn't get enough of each other. Later as we
rested in each others arms I ask Carol "Would you really like to screw
some of my friends?"
"Well" she hesitated "maybe not any friends, they would know me
and......!"
"I know" I said, "how about if they don't know you?" I persisted
"would you like to screw a couple of guys you don't know? Are you at
all interested?"
"Well.....yes, I guess.......,If they didn't know me, but who? I
mean you wouldn't?"
"Happy Birthday" I exclaimed "I would and I did! It's all set up!"
I went on to explain that the Cotton Club had set it up for us and all
we had to do was drive out to the club tomorrow evening and she would
have the time of her life! (as promised by Guilda, the mgr of the
Cotton Club) Carol could choose from among seven different men. All
checked regularly by the state for all types of health concerns and
pronounced squeaky clean. None were Gay and none used intravenous
drugs (something checked for by the state inspectors)!
Carols positive response last night, accompanied with a "I hope they
have big dicks!" and a smile, had led directly to the 68 mile drive
that we were just about to complete. The nerves in the car could be
felt on the roadside as we passed. The air conditioner was turned on
full, it was dark out, and Carol and I were still flushed red.
"Here we are" I said as the neon sign for the club came into view,
"are you ready"?
"I don't think........What will these men look............Are you sure
you are ok on this"? This with a rushed breath and a plaintive look.
"Lets go in and see"! I replied as I opened the door and got out.
Carol quickly followed.
"We can leave any time we want."
The "Club" was a double wide trailer with a third unit extending out
the back so the building was in the shape of a "T". I stopped on the
front porch and waited for Carol to join me.
"Ready"? She nodded in the affirmative not trusting her voice I
suspect.
Opening the door allowed us into a large main room at the center of
the main section of the building. Arranged around the periphery of
the room was a mismatched assortment of tables and chairs. Lounging
around the room were perhaps 15 women and 5 or 6 men. All of the
women were scantily dressed or undressed depending on your point of
view. The men were all dressed "business casual" as a glaring
distinction when you considered the ladies.
None of the women (sorry but half dressed women always get my
attention) were anything special. All were aged in the 30s
and..........well plain looking, normal gals you might see anywhere.
The same could be said for the men as for the women, plain and regular
were the words that came to mind.
"Hello, I am Guilda, may I help you?" sounded a voice behind me that
jerked both Carol and myself away from staring at the "merchandise"
and turning us to the 50ish woman that had issued the greeting.
"Hi, were the Cremers (fake name, neat huh?) I spoke with you several
weeks ago!"
"Yes, I remember, Hal and Carol Cremer!" referring to a small leather
bound book. "Glad to see you made it!"
"Here is the er...stuff we discussed." I said as I passed a envelope
with the price we had discussed (and a nice tip, I am told that is
smart). "Do you have any hints for a couple of first timers?"
"Follow me!" was all Guilda said after checking the contents of the
envelope. She led us down a short hall and into a small room with a
couch on one wall and three lounge chairs along the other wall facing
the couch. Guilda motioned for Carol and I to sit in the chairs so we
did.
"I have put together a little show for you to loosen you up. Can I
get you a drink?"
After she left with our drink requests Carol and I were alone.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Carol asked.
"A show of some sort I guess, Guilda is sorta tight lipped!"
"Did.....did you see any a......gals...er women you liked?" Carol
continued ignoring the Guilda remark.
"We are here for YOU, not me," I said "Did you like any of the men
there?
" I asked as I waved my hand toward the other room. As I did the door
opened and Guilda returned with our drinks.
"Just relax, it will just be..........hello, here they are".
Guilda stepped back a bit to let two other people into the room, they
sat on the couch facing us.
"This is Ann and Glen, they have asked to be of some help to you. You
may ask either of them to leave when ever you wish!" Guilda said and
then she was gone.
To say the moment was awkward for both Carol and me would not be a
exaggeration. The silence was complete. Ann and Glen looked at ease
and nowhere near as lost as we were. I was about to ask what to do
next when I noticed Ann's hand moving across the sofa between them
toward Glen's leg. I squeezed Carols hand and directed her attention
to Glen with my eyes. Still no one spoke!
Both Glen and Ann were late 30ish and, other than their dress, looked
like one of our neighbors. Glen, dark haired and slightly balding,
had slacks and a sport shirt on as I said earlier, business casual.
Ann, looking slightly younger, had stockings, panties and a bustier
with garter straps as her clothing. As a costume it clashed with the
plainness of her face. She was clearly no beauty and Glen was no Mel
Gibson either. Although neither were our dream lovers, Carol and I
were giving them a great deal of attention. They were in reality
attractive enough, "about as attractive as Carol and I" I thought.
"OHHH..yea!" slipped out as a whisper when Carol saw Ann's hand cross
Glen's leg and start slowly rubbing his inside thigh. My attention
was riveted on Glen who was busy lifting Ann's breasts, one at a time,
out of the cup on the bustier. He did this by slowly sliding his
fingers and thumb into the front of the cup and gently tugging on the
nipple to lift the breast free of the lace at the top of the bustier.
Tugging up and out with the captured nipple he placed each tit out in
full view. I was impressed! Each nipple, now hard, was the size of a
pencil eraser, and about the same pinkish color. Ann's boobs showed
their age by puddling in the bustier cups and dripping the bulbous
ends over the edge, pointing each nipple downward. The slight stretch
marks around the puffed out nipples just added to the attraction for
me surprisingly.
As I watched Carol hugged my hand in hers, tighter to her breast in
reaction, but as I looked at her I could see she had done this for a
different reason. Carol's eyes were fixed on Glen. But not on his
attentions to Ann's chest. Carol was zoomed in on Glen's crotch. He
had shifted to reach Ann's boobs and this had spread his legs a bit
more. Ann had unzipped his pants and was holding a cock of profound
proportions in her hand, slowly stroking it. Glen's cock was probably
7 or 8 inches long, very thick and not completely hard yet. Carol was
breathing in unison with the strokes Ann applied to Glen, with a
forced intake each time she slid her fist toward Glen's lap causing
the head of his cock to swell up like a purple billiard ball.
Carol leaned toward me. Without taking her eyes off the swelling cock
head she whispered "Do you think he is one of the two I get?" The
urgent tension in her voice unnerved me a bit.
"You can choose who ever, I arranged it, -------- Choose him if you
like!"
"I like"! Was the only answer.
"Take off your pants so she can get a good look!" was the first thing
either Ann or Glen had said and the suddenness of hearing Ann speak
startled me. Glen complied quickly, removing pants, shoes, socks and
underwear in one swoop, and sat back down with Ann. She continued to
slowly stroke his cock as he set to work removing her panties and his
own
shirt.
Carol and I continued to silently watch, enthralled. I have always
thought of other men screwing Carol, but now thoughts of screwing Ann
while watching Carol added to the flavor of the moment.
"Excuse me" Guilda said as she walked into the room with another man
about 30 years old, "I would like to introduce Ed, Hal and Carol, this
is Ed!" Then looking at Glen and Ann on the couch she said "better
get your pants off and catch up Ed" then turned and walked out the
door.Ed smiled, looked at Ann and Glen, then whipped off his clothing
almost as quickly as Glen had earlier.
"OOHHHaaaa----!" sighed as Ed's penis came into view. It was about
the same size as Glens', perhaps a bit shorter in length, but even
larger in circumference. Additionally Ed was uncut. This may sound
strange but in my fantasies Carol usually sucks a uncircumcised cock
or two until they spit so much cum she can't swallow it all and it
drips down her chin. I'm liking this a lot!
"How would you like us to start?" asked Ann as she reached for Ed's
cock and began to stroke it also. "You two can get undressed when
ever you like, I understand you bought the night!".
"I"-"I"- we both started at once, "No you first" I said to Carol. "I
can, -- I mean are you the, well do we get you all? Don't I chose,
----- I like, well you guys will do!" she managed to stammer.
"OH no dear, you can have any one you want, I will call Gui--", "No,"
Carol interrupted, " You all will do fine! Hal?" she looked at me.
Ann, by this time, had shifted around a bit as Glen removed her
panties, allowing me a open view as Glen played with her pussy. While
we talked he continued to tug and pull on Ann's labia with his fingers
distending them so they remained in clear view even when he
occasionally stuck his two middle fingers up inside her.
"Of course they will do fine" was my all to obvious response to Carols
query as I stared at the sexual tableau in front of me.
"Ah, just do what you want" I continued in response to Ann's request
for instructions.
"Suck Ed!" Carol jumped in to my surprise. She squirmed in her chair
still holding my hand. "I would, ah like it , ah if you would, ah
just suck on his, well suck him a bit!" she tapered off a bit trance
like. Ed stepped closer to Ann who moved to immediately comply with my
wives wishes. Shifting about to provide a better view, remembering
who the customers were, Ann began to squeeze Ed's cock while she
stroked it pulling the foreskin back and exposing the now swollen pink
head. Gently and lovingly Ann began to lick and kiss the head of Ed's
penis. Occasionally she would suck the whole pink end into her mouth,
stir it around with her tongue and suck it a bit further down her
throat, then slowly release it. It was clear she was in no hurry.
Ed's penis responded by swelling up even larger keeping the bulb head
uncovered without help form Ann.
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