KELLY'S 50TH
Six months prior to my wife's fiftieth birthday she lamented, "I'm gonna be fifty and I've done so few exciting things in my life." Actually we always led an exciting life, traveling extensively, going to the latest musicals, plays, ballets, operas and concerts. We took dancing lessons and even did some rock climbing. Recognizing the remorse she was feeling about moving into her fifth decade I told her that I was going to rent a two bedroom suite at the Ritz-Carlton and make a party for her that she would never forget. The Ritz-Carlton in Laguna Beach, overlooking the Pacific Ocean is according to many, the most beautiful hotel site in the world, with a price tag to prove it.
I met Kelly in college in the late fifties. Very much a lady she was a model of propriety. It was a time when sexual permissiveness was carried on by only "loose girls." Kelly, of course, was not one of those. She insisted upon not going "all the way" until after we got married. Though she was a passionate participant in heavy petting she resisted my repeated assaults upon her virginity. Out of respect for her wishes I never forced the issue.
When we got married Kelly proved that was she not only hot but was interested in things many people of our generation would definitely have considered kinky. Before seatbelts, which didn't come along till the mid-sixties (and were never legally enforced), I often tried to concentrate on the road while the thrill of her mouth on my cock was bringing me close to orgasm. Being a natural tease she would adeptly back off, making me look like a candidate for a D.U.I, then go down on me again, bob up and down and gather my load in her mouth. It thrilled both of us when an eighteen wheeler would pull alongside. If there was a passenger in the cab I would look up and give him or her shit eating grin. Kelly would pull her mouth off my cock. Looking up at the passenger she would grin while she stroked me as if to demonstrate my manhood, lick her lips then go back down on me. Many nights we would sit opposite each other in a restaurant booth and get each other off under the table with our stockinged feet. Once, while alone in the chapel of our church, doing a clean-up chore, she insisted that she ride me while sitting in the Pastor's chair. When VCR's became popular we rented every straight sex porn video we could find.
While living in Huntington, West Virginia during the two early years of our marriage we were constant friends with two couples from the same church. Once at a party, after much drinking, the two couples split from one another and started kissing the other's spouse. They had grown up in the same town and had gone to high school together. They told us they had been swinging as couples since high school and asked us to join them. Much to my disappointment, Kelly declined. I was uncomfortable when she let them know how shocked and disappointed she was with their behavior.
While our children were growing up, more often than not, we had to sneak a fuck, feeling like naughty teenagers when we did. But, as our sexual appetites matured we took weekends away from the kids. It was always at her suggestion that we search for the latest sex toys and lingerie. After the kids went to college Kelly's attitudes started to open up. Where we had previously rented only straight sex pornos she became interested in group sex and bisexual flicks. Once, when I asked her if she might be interested in having sex with more than one man she became irritated with the question ... told me not to be "stupid." Her sexual attitudes confused me.
When Kelly's friend Marta discovered that her husband was having an affair she kicked him out and started divorce proceedings. She and Kelly were like sisters. Marta confided in her that once the divorce was settled she went wild for sex. She told my wife that she had been a "good girl" all her life, she had been a model wife, which got her nowhere. Now she was "fucking her brains out." Each time they had lunch together she would tell about I was the beneficiary of Marta's divorce. My brains were the ones that seem to be getting fucked out.
Three months before Kelly's fiftieth I met with Marta to ask her to help plan the event. Kelly had told me that Marta filled her in about her being gangbanged by six guys. The got her so worked up that she attacked me. After about five hours of sex my cock was raw. Lying next to her that night, I asked again if her own views had changed about having sex with more than one man. She looked at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. Without saying anything she laid back with her hands behind her head and sighed. A couple of days later when I told her that I wanted to plan a special birthday party for her and asked her what she would like for a special birthday present. I thought she was joking when she answered, "A gangbang would be fun," immediately bursting into laughter. She treated it as a joke but I didn't.
On the evening of the party Kelly and I walked arm in arm into the Ritz-Carlton. She was wearing a long black gown, backless; no bra. The dress was low cut, exposing her elegant cleavage, the gauzy fabric highlighting her large nipples. At fifty, she was remarkably well preserved. Her smooth, tight hips showed no panty lines. I was nervous with the anticipation of what was to come. Was she kidding when she suggested it? I would soon find out.
The night I told Marta about my plans she suggested that we put together a dinner to break the ice, a couple weeks before the party. I knew from Kelly that Marta was into swinging. The dinner party would include she and her current partner, Phillip Bosco, and Mike Petersen and another of her female friends, and Kelly and me. Nothing went on at the dinner party, other than a lot of suggestive talk and double entendres. But, during the ride home from Marta's house, Kelly unbuckled her seatbelt and gave me a wild blowjob, d?j? vu of our pre-seatbelt years. It was clear that the entendres during the evening, the looks between Marta and her female friend and the suave sexuality of the two men had set the hook in her mouth, which she was applying so vigorously on my cock.
As it turns out, Marta had already told Kelly that Phillip and Mike were two of her "regulars." Mike's date was new to the mix. Excitedly, Kelly fed this information to me by way of asides throughout the evening. That explained to my why she was staring at the two men all evening. I found a way to corner the men and get their business cards. When I called them at their offices and told them what I had in mind, each was eager told me that Marta had given them a heads up and they were both willing to participate. Phillip commented to me about what a spectacular looking woman my wife was ... that he was already getting worked up. It was a week and a half week before the big event and the surprise was shaping up nicely. The piece de resistance however, was serendipity. His name was Warren Thatcher.
Kelly and Warren went steady in high school. He was captain of the football team and she was Homecoming Queen. Warren had been crushed when Kelly threw him over for me, a nonentity in the world of royalty. Warren became a successful lawyer in Chicago. He attended our wedding with his new wife at the time, told me what a lucky guy I was to have ended up with Kelly. Through high school friends Kelly knew that Warren was on his third marriage and was currently going through a divorce. But she hadn't talked with him since or wedding. It seemed too good to be true when two weeks before the birthday party I got a call at the office from Warren Thatcher. He reminded me of our meeting at the wedding and gave a small litany of his and Kelly's relationship in high school. Kelly had mentioned him from time to time and I had seen pictures of him and her in their high school yearbook. When he talked with me he still exhibited an old fashioned respect and a long standing lust for my wife which I knew he had to have. He was calling to ask my permission to send her case of Dom Perignon for the big date. "I know you'll be planning for her 50th birthday," He said and chuckled, " ... still can't believe we are both that old."
"Not only am I having a party," I said, "I'll gladly accept the champagne." The thought was prices when the light bulb went off. "I know it's short notice and it's kind of far for you to travel, Warren, but, how would you like to come? Kelly would be overwhelmed to see her old boyfriend there."
He thought I was kidding. But I insisted. I told him that Kelly had come of age in more ways than one. I knew I was taking a bit of a chance. But Warren had been married three times and had to be a player. I explained how her friend Marta had been seducing her into a desire for sex with multiple partners. The tension on line was thick; he became nervously conversational. The silence on the other end of the phone became deafening as I laid out what I planned for the evening, even offering him first dibs. I could sense that he was licking his lips and would have taken bets that his hand was kneading his cock through his trousers. An attempt at righteous indignation was well played. Good lawyer, I thought, keeping my laughter to myself. After a few increasingly mild protests he accepted, asking, "How many are coming to the party, Peter?"
We had gone over the guest list together and Kelly approved all who I wanted to
Like a hospitality suite, the door was open. As we approached Kelly looked at me. The fact that there was so little noise coming from a suite where so many people were to be gathering set off an alarm. As we drew closer she asked, "Are you sure the invitations were clear, Peter?" Walking into the room her face registered shock. She looked at the three men dressed in tuxedos then looked at me with a whispered question, "Peter?"
Phillip and Mike were standing together, both nursing whiskeys. They smiled and said happy birthday to Kelly and hi to me. The third man stood at the bar, his back to us. Kelly still couldn't understand why the other people weren't there. She hadn't figured out yet that there were no other women present; this was supposed to be a party predominantly of couples. Her knowing two of the men's involvement with Marta I can only imagine what might have been going through her mind. With a troubled look she questioned a little louder, "Peter?" The man at the bar was holding a towel over the neck of a champagne bottle, muffling a pop when he twisted it. He began filling the five champagne flutes lined up on the ba. "Peter?" Kelly asked, this time in an anxious little girl voice.
The man at the bar turned around. Smiling broadly, he said, "Your champagne, Kelly." He handed her the then served the rest of us. Kelly hadn't yet recognized him. But the voice was registering. "To the fifty wonderful years of your life," he said, raising his glass, and added, " ... and the three wonderful years of our youth."
The question exploded. "Warren Thatcher?" She look at me then back at him. "Warren?" To me she asked, "Peter?" Then," WARREN!" Her eyes, like a serial camera clicked on Thatcher's face; it was almost like I could her the motor of camera advancing the frame. She looked at me then at Phillip and Mike ... again at me. The muscles in her jaw rippled and flexed as color drained from her face.
She whispered, "oh my God." Her face flushed red and she yelled, "Oh, My GOD!"
I held my glass high and said, "To Kelly and the gang." The three men echoed my toast and we drank.
Kelly was too astonished to drink. She stood like a deer in the road frozen by headlights, not realizing that her headlights (braless as she was), became decidedly pronounced through the silk fabric of her dress. I nodded to Warren. He walked over and wrapped her in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. Looking over at me for approval, I nodded again and winked. Putting her down, he lifted her chin and kissed her lips. Her eyes peered out of their corners at me. I nodded to her and she allowed the kiss, exhaling. Then, she opened her lips for his tongue. Phillip, Mike and I looked at each other and grinned. Warren's hands dropped to Kelly's well shaped bottom, pulling her tightly against him. She broke the kiss and looked at me again as if for permission. "Peter?"
The stirring in my groin was undeniable. "Why don't you and Warren go into the other room," I said, indicating with my eyes the open door of one of the bedrooms. "Maybe you would like to catch up on old times," I chuckled, "and take care of something you would like to have included."
"Peter?" she asked again, this time in a whimper. My nod was for her to go ahead. Warren took her hand and she meekly followed him into the bedroom. The door closed.
Philip and Mike looked at me, and at each other, and laughed. "I think you set us up for a hell of an evening Peter." Phillip said, " ... one hellavan evening."
The three of us had our fill of snacks. We'd all taken off our jackets and loosened our ties, pretty mellow from having imbibed the smooth Dom Perignon. At first there had been nothing behind the door but silence. Within ten minutes there was giggling and laughter then silence. Then we could make out the cooing sound of Kelly's pleasure. My cock was rock hard. Glancing down I saw the form's of my compatriots' bananas. When I heard Kelly's urgent sounds of need, her pre-orgasmic screams and orgasmic grunts from both of them it was all I could do to keep from creaming my jeans. Then, there was silence.
Through the vigil Mike and Phillip looked at each other knowingly, enjoying the preamble to what should be a wild evening. I was nervous and they knew it. Mike patted my shoulder and assured, "It's going to be great, Peter," he said, "Kelly's so fucking hot." He winked at me and said, "From my experience, most women take at least a couple times to get used to it." Mike, shaking his head in agreement, said, "Bringing Warren into the mix was brilliant, Peter." Lifting his glass he reiterated, "Brilliant."
The door opened and Thatcher, with the grin of a naughty teenage boy, came through first. His coat was off, his tie loosened; the crotch of his black tuxedo trousers was stained with his white semen. Kelly followed. Her lipstick had been kissed off, some probably smeared on Warren's underwear. Her lovely auburn hair, which had been done up in a classic French twist when we came in, had fallen around her shoulders. Her black silk dress was wrinkled from the waist down and her breasts seemed enhanced, her nipples, having become huge, poking tents in the fabric.
In an exhausted slink she walked to me, draped her arms over my shoulders and looked up through her eyelids. "Peter, you are a naughty, naughty man." Her voice was husky with sexually induced fatigue. When she kissed me I couldn't believe how soft her lips were. The thought of them sliding on Warren's hard shaft drove a lightning bolt into my crotch. Kelly's tongue slithered into my mouth and snaked around mine.
The taste in her mouth was musky. The realization that I was tasting her high school sweetheart's cum chilled my body and raised goose bumps all over me. Her hand clutched my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers then fumbled with my zipper. Breaking the kiss, she looked at me with moisture welling in hers. "Thank you, Peter. Thank you for my surprise." Dropping to her knees she pulled my engorged member free and began licking it. At the same time she looked up at the three men who had gathered behind my back. As she sucked my length deeply inside her mouth she began to purr, worked her lips and tongue, covering and uncovering my glistening, pink rod.
The most self-assured man at the party, Phillip, undid the studs of his tuxedo shirt and his cuffs. He stripped his shirt, kicked off his low cut patent shoes, dropped his trousers, hooked off his socks with his big toes and peeled down his bikini shorts. His cock was only partially hard, dangling in an arc of plumping flesh. He dropped to his knees behind Kelly, undoing the back of her gown and baring her from neck to waist. As Kelly's head bobbed on my cock he kissed the back of her neck. The sensation of his lips on her skin made her wince. Continuing down her neck and shoulders he stroked his meat to full erection. Putting his his arms around Kelly's waist he helped her lift her legs off the length of her dress and bared her smooth, white bottom. He pulled her to her knee then parted her cheeks. With his right hand on his cock lubricated the mauve colored crown with the wetness of her groove, which had been enhanced by Thatcher's slippery semen. He positioned his shiny helmet against the threshold of her pussy and popped it past her tensing ring. As he sunk balls deep in my wife's cunt she grunted her pleasure. When he pulled out and slammed back she shrieked. But her cry was muted by my throbbing bulk. Kelly bucked back as he pulled almost all the way out and screeched when Phillip's crown slammed into her cervix. Then, the three of us developed a syncopated rhythm, Phillip slowly fucking Kelly's eager pussy while he fondled her dangling breasts as I alternated my strokes in my ecstatic wife's mouth.
I looked over at Warren Thatcher. He was watching us in rapt attention. It looked like he couldn't believe that he was there. Having just fucked his high school sweetheart as a mature woman the school boy grin that was on his face when he came out of the bedroom had been replaced with astonished awe. The proper girl he had loved in high school, his prom queen was naked, on her knees grunting and bucking with one cock in her mouth and one in the pussy he had just filled with his cum. My eye caught Mike, who was now completely naked, whispering something to Warren. Warren sat on the couch and undressed. Completely naked and rigidly erect, both men ambled to the three-way fuck. They kneeled on either side of Kelly. Warren followed Mike's lead by taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock. All five of us were now involved.
A knock at the door startled everybody but me. Kelly, with my cock in her mouth, looked up at me. She pulled her mouth off glistening rod, saliva leaking over her lips, and said, "Oh my God Peter!"
I laughed and told her, "Don't worry baby. It's another friend."
"Damn you Peter," she said glaring at me then smiling in relief. But she was distracted by Phillip's cock slamming her pussy, making her breasts flop and jiggle. She bit her lip as she bucked back, at the same time flailing on Mike's and Warren's cocks with her hands. With her head down, waggling wildly, she said, "Jesus b-baby," she said, her voice vibrating with Phillips rapid slams, how many cocks do you think I can take?"
I was the only one still dressed, unless you consider that Kelly's gown was like a Japanese obi around her body. She was naked with the exception of her black thigh highs. My cock, glistening with Kelly's saliva, was sticking out of my fly, drooping somewhat and flopping from side to side as I walked to the door. The crotch area of my tuxedo trousers was soaked with Kelly's spit. Standing behind the door I opened it and peeked around. She stood there, looking like a voluptuous. She was in a classy looking dove colored suede mini-skirt topped with a black tee, shiny black stiletto heels which brought her stature to 5'6". Her perfect legs were highlighted by black fishnet hose. The top of her dress was v cut showcasing her marvelous 35 D breasts, which were large for such a small woman. Her hair was cute short in a pixie do. In her hand was a video camera. It was Marta.
She walked in, looked around the room, grinning at the scene of Kelly on her knees, being fucked by Phillip and jacking off Mike and Warren. "Is that Kelly's boyfriend," she asked me. I nodded. She raised the camera and turned it on. She looked at my crotch and said, "Nice cock, Peter. I've been waiting a long time to get a look at it." I winced with newly realized pleasure when she wrapped the fingers of her free hand around it and started stroking. I was rock hard in about fifteen seconds.
With her hand working on my cock she coaxed me toward the group on the floor. "Hi Phillip," she said as she bent down and took a close up of his cock ramming Kelly's hole. "Is her cunt as tight as mine," she asked. Phillip was too busy grunting as he slammed Kelly's pussy. Marta kept filming. "Oh, that's cool," she said. "Her pussy ring is pulling out like a mouth around his cock. See it Peter?" Phillips face was crimson. Beads of sweat had formed on his receding hairline. "God this is hot; ya gonna cum Phillip?"
She knew he was; she had been with him enough to know when he was ready. He looked up, his eyes beginning to glaze, and nodded his head yes. "Pull it out Phillip; cum on her ass ... it'll make a good camera shot." He pulled out and jacked his cock with his hand. As he shot in a long white stream that laid a line on Kelly's back and ass he threw his head all the way back and groaned, "Oh fu-c-c-ck." He kept stroking, squeezing harder, spurting gout and spattering white flecks on the black fabric of Kelly's dress that was bunched around her waist.
"Jesus," Marta said, having forgotten about my cock, "I've thought a lot about Kelly getting fucked like this. But I never really thought it would happen. This is fucking cool!"
Squatting, she look quite appealing in her tight black Tee, which showed off her 35 B breasts; her almond sized nipples looked like they would punch a hole. From where I stood I could see the naked flesh at the top of her dove thigh highs. The way the light was hitting her I could tell that her ass was bare, no panties. She looked at me and said, "Don't just stand there Peter. Come here and do something useful." She handed me the camera. "Keep it on me," she said as she lowered herself to her knees. She took Phillip's sperm glossed phallus and licked it clean. Patting Kelly's behind she said, "You have one sweet tasting pussy my friend."
Through the camera's viewer I watched Marta leaning closer. She stuck out her tongue and lapped up the line of Phillip's semen, leaving the portion alone that was still on Kelly's gown. She moved in front of Kelly, whose hands were still jerking the loose outer skin of Mike's and Warren's cocks, and kissed Kelly's lips. The way Kelly responded it was as if she had been thinking about kissing Marta for quite some time. Or, maybe she had been kissing her before like that. Hmmm?now that's an exciting thought. Taking her hands off the two cocks she touched Marta's cheeks, holding them tenderly with her fingertips. Their lips worked until Marta broke the kiss. She opened her mouth to the camera, sticking out her cupped tongue, showing there was still a pool of cum on it. Looking over at me Marta swallowed and licked her lips. It was apparent to me that she was no stranger to a pornographic camera session.
She took the camera out of my hands and said, "Peter, I want to take a picture of Kelly sucking your cock now." She was the social director of the party telling us which game we would play next. I obeyed her. "But, join the party, Peter. Get naked." I stripped off my shirt, pants, shoes and socks. "Peter's got a nice cock Kelly," Marta said. Kelly looked at her with a silly grin. Then, as I knelt in front of her she took my cock into her mouth and started working it. "Now," Marta said, "who hasn't been inside Kelly's cunt?"
Resting on his elbow, Mike had been watching. He rolled into action, got behind Kelly on his knees and slid his cock easily inside Kelly's exercised pussy; his was the smallest cock but he wasn't circumcised. So, his foreskin rolled just below his head. As he entered her he gave her g-spot a thrill she wasn't expecting. Once again her joyful shriek was muted, this time by my cock. When Mike sunk balls deep inside her Kelly rocked forward taking my meat to the back of her throat. When Mike pulled back, rubbing her g-spot again with his bunched foreskin, her shriek was more like she was gagging.
Kelly's mouth moving back and forth my cock brought me close to orgasm, something Marta wasn't missing. She knew from her own experience with Mike how the bunched foreskin drove her wild. And she knew the feeling Kelly was experiencing. Faster and faster Mike's cock jack-hammered Kelly's cunt, driving her mouth over my cock. Marta knew she was going to cum.
"Pull out Peter and jack off," she said. "I wanna catch the stream of cum going into Kelly's mouth. I complied. Mike fucked and Kelly bucked, her mouth empty now, allowing us all to hear her frenzied yelps. When her spasm stated her mouth was wide open. Flailing my hard-on I froze when I shot a long stream of jizz into her mouth. "Wow," came Marta's ecstatic shout, "That's going to be one hellava shot."
Mike pulled on Kelly's hips as he buried his cock deep inside. With a series of wolfish growls his whole body shook and his balls contracted each time he pumped another load of cum. Leaning his head back he gasped for air, belching, "Holy shit!" Dropping his head forward he wrapped his arms around Kelly's body and clutched her breasts tightly to her chest. The camera caught Kelly's Adam's apple moving as she swallowed my load. Then it caught my cock, glistening white with my cum. Mike pulled out, the end of his cock dripping seed. Kelly's pussy oozed a white string that caught on the inside of her right thigh.
Within the next half hour each man had fucked my wife. She had sucked each one of us and each had come in her mouth. Each participant, with the exception of Marta who had spent most of her time behind the camera was either covered with sweet or cum or both. Each of us, with the exception of Marta, took a shower. The Ritz-Carlton provided four white terry bathrobes, two for each bathrobe. In advance of the party I had them sent out, along with two more, to be embroidered in green?Kelly's Fiftieth. I provided these as party favors for each of the guests.
It was about ten o'clock. Each of us, including Marta, was dressed in our terry robes. Once again, acting as social director, Marta asked Kelly how many orgasms she had had. Kelly responded that she had three orgasm with Warren when they first made love in the bedroom ... all clitoral orgasms. "I came so many times when I was sucking and being fucked and eaten that I lost count after eleven." She said that she had never had a vaginal orgasm before tonight, with Mike's bunched up foreskin stimulated her g-spot.
Marta added, "Yeah, it's great, isn't it?" Then, she said, "Kelly, show us your clam." Kelly pulled up her robe and spread her legs. Her large lips were bright red. "See guy's," Marta said, "you've worn out the guest of honor's pussy." With a twinkle in her eyes she said, "But, you can still get her off with your tongues."
Phillip, always in tune, was the first to pick up on it. He knelt in front of Kelly and spread her legs, licking and eating her pussy until she came. Each man gave her a few minutes after each orgasm, sipping Dom Perignon, then ate her pussy again until she three more times. Finally she said, "That's it, guys. I just can't take anymore."
The party broke up at about 11:30. Phillip and Mike who arrived together left together. Warren took the other bedroom and to his pleasure Marta joined him for the night.
The next morning, while the four of us were having breakfast in the suite, Warren announced that Marta was going back to Chicago with him. As it turned out Marta had indeed fucked her brains out during the wildness following her divorce and was ready to settle down. Until she met Warren she never found anyone who interested enough to make a commitment that wasn't mainly for sex. Warren felt the same attraction and wanted her to move in with him to see if they work out a longer arrangement. They were married about six months later.
Each year we have celebrated Kelly's and Marta's birthdays. Kelly's birthday is in November. Warren and Marta come to our house in California. On Marta's birthday in June we celebrate in Chicago. There have been no more gangbangs, either for us or the Thatcher's. But, among the four of us the sex is just as intense. Next month is Kathy's 60th birthday. Warren is still amazed that he is celebrating with his high school sweetheart.
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Six months prior to my wife's fiftieth birthday she lamented, "I'm gonna be fifty and I've done so few exciting things in my life." Actually we always led an exciting life, traveling extensively, going to the latest musicals, plays, ballets, operas and concerts. We took dancing lessons and even did some rock climbing. Recognizing the remorse she was feeling about moving into her fifth decade I told her that I was going to rent a two bedroom suite at the Ritz-Carlton and make a party for her that she would never forget. The Ritz-Carlton in Laguna Beach, overlooking the Pacific Ocean is according to many, the most beautiful hotel site in the world, with a price tag to prove it.
I met Kelly in college in the late fifties. Very much a lady she was a model of propriety. It was a time when sexual permissiveness was carried on by only "loose girls." Kelly, of course, was not one of those. She insisted upon not going "all the way" until after we got married. Though she was a passionate participant in heavy petting she resisted my repeated assaults upon her virginity. Out of respect for her wishes I never forced the issue.
When we got married Kelly proved that was she not only hot but was interested in things many people of our generation would definitely have considered kinky. Before seatbelts, which didn't come along till the mid-sixties (and were never legally enforced), I often tried to concentrate on the road while the thrill of her mouth on my cock was bringing me close to orgasm. Being a natural tease she would adeptly back off, making me look like a candidate for a D.U.I, then go down on me again, bob up and down and gather my load in her mouth. It thrilled both of us when an eighteen wheeler would pull alongside. If there was a passenger in the cab I would look up and give him or her shit eating grin. Kelly would pull her mouth off my cock. Looking up at the passenger she would grin while she stroked me as if to demonstrate my manhood, lick her lips then go back down on me. Many nights we would sit opposite each other in a restaurant booth and get each other off under the table with our stockinged feet. Once, while alone in the chapel of our church, doing a clean-up chore, she insisted that she ride me while sitting in the Pastor's chair. When VCR's became popular we rented every straight sex porn video we could find.
While living in Huntington, West Virginia during the two early years of our marriage we were constant friends with two couples from the same church. Once at a party, after much drinking, the two couples split from one another and started kissing the other's spouse. They had grown up in the same town and had gone to high school together. They told us they had been swinging as couples since high school and asked us to join them. Much to my disappointment, Kelly declined. I was uncomfortable when she let them know how shocked and disappointed she was with their behavior.
While our children were growing up, more often than not, we had to sneak a fuck, feeling like naughty teenagers when we did. But, as our sexual appetites matured we took weekends away from the kids. It was always at her suggestion that we search for the latest sex toys and lingerie. After the kids went to college Kelly's attitudes started to open up. Where we had previously rented only straight sex pornos she became interested in group sex and bisexual flicks. Once, when I asked her if she might be interested in having sex with more than one man she became irritated with the question ... told me not to be "stupid." Her sexual attitudes confused me.
When Kelly's friend Marta discovered that her husband was having an affair she kicked him out and started divorce proceedings. She and Kelly were like sisters. Marta confided in her that once the divorce was settled she went wild for sex. She told my wife that she had been a "good girl" all her life, she had been a model wife, which got her nowhere. Now she was "fucking her brains out." Each time they had lunch together she would tell about I was the beneficiary of Marta's divorce. My brains were the ones that seem to be getting fucked out.
Three months before Kelly's fiftieth I met with Marta to ask her to help plan the event. Kelly had told me that Marta filled her in about her being gangbanged by six guys. The got her so worked up that she attacked me. After about five hours of sex my cock was raw. Lying next to her that night, I asked again if her own views had changed about having sex with more than one man. She looked at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. Without saying anything she laid back with her hands behind her head and sighed. A couple of days later when I told her that I wanted to plan a special birthday party for her and asked her what she would like for a special birthday present. I thought she was joking when she answered, "A gangbang would be fun," immediately bursting into laughter. She treated it as a joke but I didn't.
On the evening of the party Kelly and I walked arm in arm into the Ritz-Carlton. She was wearing a long black gown, backless; no bra. The dress was low cut, exposing her elegant cleavage, the gauzy fabric highlighting her large nipples. At fifty, she was remarkably well preserved. Her smooth, tight hips showed no panty lines. I was nervous with the anticipation of what was to come. Was she kidding when she suggested it? I would soon find out.
The night I told Marta about my plans she suggested that we put together a dinner to break the ice, a couple weeks before the party. I knew from Kelly that Marta was into swinging. The dinner party would include she and her current partner, Phillip Bosco, and Mike Petersen and another of her female friends, and Kelly and me. Nothing went on at the dinner party, other than a lot of suggestive talk and double entendres. But, during the ride home from Marta's house, Kelly unbuckled her seatbelt and gave me a wild blowjob, d?j? vu of our pre-seatbelt years. It was clear that the entendres during the evening, the looks between Marta and her female friend and the suave sexuality of the two men had set the hook in her mouth, which she was applying so vigorously on my cock.
As it turns out, Marta had already told Kelly that Phillip and Mike were two of her "regulars." Mike's date was new to the mix. Excitedly, Kelly fed this information to me by way of asides throughout the evening. That explained to my why she was staring at the two men all evening. I found a way to corner the men and get their business cards. When I called them at their offices and told them what I had in mind, each was eager told me that Marta had given them a heads up and they were both willing to participate. Phillip commented to me about what a spectacular looking woman my wife was ... that he was already getting worked up. It was a week and a half week before the big event and the surprise was shaping up nicely. The piece de resistance however, was serendipity. His name was Warren Thatcher.
Kelly and Warren went steady in high school. He was captain of the football team and she was Homecoming Queen. Warren had been crushed when Kelly threw him over for me, a nonentity in the world of royalty. Warren became a successful lawyer in Chicago. He attended our wedding with his new wife at the time, told me what a lucky guy I was to have ended up with Kelly. Through high school friends Kelly knew that Warren was on his third marriage and was currently going through a divorce. But she hadn't talked with him since or wedding. It seemed too good to be true when two weeks before the birthday party I got a call at the office from Warren Thatcher. He reminded me of our meeting at the wedding and gave a small litany of his and Kelly's relationship in high school. Kelly had mentioned him from time to time and I had seen pictures of him and her in their high school yearbook. When he talked with me he still exhibited an old fashioned respect and a long standing lust for my wife which I knew he had to have. He was calling to ask my permission to send her case of Dom Perignon for the big date. "I know you'll be planning for her 50th birthday," He said and chuckled, " ... still can't believe we are both that old."
"Not only am I having a party," I said, "I'll gladly accept the champagne." The thought was prices when the light bulb went off. "I know it's short notice and it's kind of far for you to travel, Warren, but, how would you like to come? Kelly would be overwhelmed to see her old boyfriend there."
He thought I was kidding. But I insisted. I told him that Kelly had come of age in more ways than one. I knew I was taking a bit of a chance. But Warren had been married three times and had to be a player. I explained how her friend Marta had been seducing her into a desire for sex with multiple partners. The tension on line was thick; he became nervously conversational. The silence on the other end of the phone became deafening as I laid out what I planned for the evening, even offering him first dibs. I could sense that he was licking his lips and would have taken bets that his hand was kneading his cock through his trousers. An attempt at righteous indignation was well played. Good lawyer, I thought, keeping my laughter to myself. After a few increasingly mild protests he accepted, asking, "How many are coming to the party, Peter?"
We had gone over the guest list together and Kelly approved all who I wanted to
Like a hospitality suite, the door was open. As we approached Kelly looked at me. The fact that there was so little noise coming from a suite where so many people were to be gathering set off an alarm. As we drew closer she asked, "Are you sure the invitations were clear, Peter?" Walking into the room her face registered shock. She looked at the three men dressed in tuxedos then looked at me with a whispered question, "Peter?"
Phillip and Mike were standing together, both nursing whiskeys. They smiled and said happy birthday to Kelly and hi to me. The third man stood at the bar, his back to us. Kelly still couldn't understand why the other people weren't there. She hadn't figured out yet that there were no other women present; this was supposed to be a party predominantly of couples. Her knowing two of the men's involvement with Marta I can only imagine what might have been going through her mind. With a troubled look she questioned a little louder, "Peter?" The man at the bar was holding a towel over the neck of a champagne bottle, muffling a pop when he twisted it. He began filling the five champagne flutes lined up on the ba. "Peter?" Kelly asked, this time in an anxious little girl voice.
The man at the bar turned around. Smiling broadly, he said, "Your champagne, Kelly." He handed her the then served the rest of us. Kelly hadn't yet recognized him. But the voice was registering. "To the fifty wonderful years of your life," he said, raising his glass, and added, " ... and the three wonderful years of our youth."
The question exploded. "Warren Thatcher?" She look at me then back at him. "Warren?" To me she asked, "Peter?" Then," WARREN!" Her eyes, like a serial camera clicked on Thatcher's face; it was almost like I could her the motor of camera advancing the frame. She looked at me then at Phillip and Mike ... again at me. The muscles in her jaw rippled and flexed as color drained from her face.
She whispered, "oh my God." Her face flushed red and she yelled, "Oh, My GOD!"
I held my glass high and said, "To Kelly and the gang." The three men echoed my toast and we drank.
Kelly was too astonished to drink. She stood like a deer in the road frozen by headlights, not realizing that her headlights (braless as she was), became decidedly pronounced through the silk fabric of her dress. I nodded to Warren. He walked over and wrapped her in a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. Looking over at me for approval, I nodded again and winked. Putting her down, he lifted her chin and kissed her lips. Her eyes peered out of their corners at me. I nodded to her and she allowed the kiss, exhaling. Then, she opened her lips for his tongue. Phillip, Mike and I looked at each other and grinned. Warren's hands dropped to Kelly's well shaped bottom, pulling her tightly against him. She broke the kiss and looked at me again as if for permission. "Peter?"
The stirring in my groin was undeniable. "Why don't you and Warren go into the other room," I said, indicating with my eyes the open door of one of the bedrooms. "Maybe you would like to catch up on old times," I chuckled, "and take care of something you would like to have included."
"Peter?" she asked again, this time in a whimper. My nod was for her to go ahead. Warren took her hand and she meekly followed him into the bedroom. The door closed.
Philip and Mike looked at me, and at each other, and laughed. "I think you set us up for a hell of an evening Peter." Phillip said, " ... one hellavan evening."
The three of us had our fill of snacks. We'd all taken off our jackets and loosened our ties, pretty mellow from having imbibed the smooth Dom Perignon. At first there had been nothing behind the door but silence. Within ten minutes there was giggling and laughter then silence. Then we could make out the cooing sound of Kelly's pleasure. My cock was rock hard. Glancing down I saw the form's of my compatriots' bananas. When I heard Kelly's urgent sounds of need, her pre-orgasmic screams and orgasmic grunts from both of them it was all I could do to keep from creaming my jeans. Then, there was silence.
Through the vigil Mike and Phillip looked at each other knowingly, enjoying the preamble to what should be a wild evening. I was nervous and they knew it. Mike patted my shoulder and assured, "It's going to be great, Peter," he said, "Kelly's so fucking hot." He winked at me and said, "From my experience, most women take at least a couple times to get used to it." Mike, shaking his head in agreement, said, "Bringing Warren into the mix was brilliant, Peter." Lifting his glass he reiterated, "Brilliant."
The door opened and Thatcher, with the grin of a naughty teenage boy, came through first. His coat was off, his tie loosened; the crotch of his black tuxedo trousers was stained with his white semen. Kelly followed. Her lipstick had been kissed off, some probably smeared on Warren's underwear. Her lovely auburn hair, which had been done up in a classic French twist when we came in, had fallen around her shoulders. Her black silk dress was wrinkled from the waist down and her breasts seemed enhanced, her nipples, having become huge, poking tents in the fabric.
In an exhausted slink she walked to me, draped her arms over my shoulders and looked up through her eyelids. "Peter, you are a naughty, naughty man." Her voice was husky with sexually induced fatigue. When she kissed me I couldn't believe how soft her lips were. The thought of them sliding on Warren's hard shaft drove a lightning bolt into my crotch. Kelly's tongue slithered into my mouth and snaked around mine.
The taste in her mouth was musky. The realization that I was tasting her high school sweetheart's cum chilled my body and raised goose bumps all over me. Her hand clutched my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers then fumbled with my zipper. Breaking the kiss, she looked at me with moisture welling in hers. "Thank you, Peter. Thank you for my surprise." Dropping to her knees she pulled my engorged member free and began licking it. At the same time she looked up at the three men who had gathered behind my back. As she sucked my length deeply inside her mouth she began to purr, worked her lips and tongue, covering and uncovering my glistening, pink rod.
The most self-assured man at the party, Phillip, undid the studs of his tuxedo shirt and his cuffs. He stripped his shirt, kicked off his low cut patent shoes, dropped his trousers, hooked off his socks with his big toes and peeled down his bikini shorts. His cock was only partially hard, dangling in an arc of plumping flesh. He dropped to his knees behind Kelly, undoing the back of her gown and baring her from neck to waist. As Kelly's head bobbed on my cock he kissed the back of her neck. The sensation of his lips on her skin made her wince. Continuing down her neck and shoulders he stroked his meat to full erection. Putting his his arms around Kelly's waist he helped her lift her legs off the length of her dress and bared her smooth, white bottom. He pulled her to her knee then parted her cheeks. With his right hand on his cock lubricated the mauve colored crown with the wetness of her groove, which had been enhanced by Thatcher's slippery semen. He positioned his shiny helmet against the threshold of her pussy and popped it past her tensing ring. As he sunk balls deep in my wife's cunt she grunted her pleasure. When he pulled out and slammed back she shrieked. But her cry was muted by my throbbing bulk. Kelly bucked back as he pulled almost all the way out and screeched when Phillip's crown slammed into her cervix. Then, the three of us developed a syncopated rhythm, Phillip slowly fucking Kelly's eager pussy while he fondled her dangling breasts as I alternated my strokes in my ecstatic wife's mouth.
I looked over at Warren Thatcher. He was watching us in rapt attention. It looked like he couldn't believe that he was there. Having just fucked his high school sweetheart as a mature woman the school boy grin that was on his face when he came out of the bedroom had been replaced with astonished awe. The proper girl he had loved in high school, his prom queen was naked, on her knees grunting and bucking with one cock in her mouth and one in the pussy he had just filled with his cum. My eye caught Mike, who was now completely naked, whispering something to Warren. Warren sat on the couch and undressed. Completely naked and rigidly erect, both men ambled to the three-way fuck. They kneeled on either side of Kelly. Warren followed Mike's lead by taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock. All five of us were now involved.
A knock at the door startled everybody but me. Kelly, with my cock in her mouth, looked up at me. She pulled her mouth off glistening rod, saliva leaking over her lips, and said, "Oh my God Peter!"
I laughed and told her, "Don't worry baby. It's another friend."
"Damn you Peter," she said glaring at me then smiling in relief. But she was distracted by Phillip's cock slamming her pussy, making her breasts flop and jiggle. She bit her lip as she bucked back, at the same time flailing on Mike's and Warren's cocks with her hands. With her head down, waggling wildly, she said, "Jesus b-baby," she said, her voice vibrating with Phillips rapid slams, how many cocks do you think I can take?"
I was the only one still dressed, unless you consider that Kelly's gown was like a Japanese obi around her body. She was naked with the exception of her black thigh highs. My cock, glistening with Kelly's saliva, was sticking out of my fly, drooping somewhat and flopping from side to side as I walked to the door. The crotch area of my tuxedo trousers was soaked with Kelly's spit. Standing behind the door I opened it and peeked around. She stood there, looking like a voluptuous. She was in a classy looking dove colored suede mini-skirt topped with a black tee, shiny black stiletto heels which brought her stature to 5'6". Her perfect legs were highlighted by black fishnet hose. The top of her dress was v cut showcasing her marvelous 35 D breasts, which were large for such a small woman. Her hair was cute short in a pixie do. In her hand was a video camera. It was Marta.
She walked in, looked around the room, grinning at the scene of Kelly on her knees, being fucked by Phillip and jacking off Mike and Warren. "Is that Kelly's boyfriend," she asked me. I nodded. She raised the camera and turned it on. She looked at my crotch and said, "Nice cock, Peter. I've been waiting a long time to get a look at it." I winced with newly realized pleasure when she wrapped the fingers of her free hand around it and started stroking. I was rock hard in about fifteen seconds.
With her hand working on my cock she coaxed me toward the group on the floor. "Hi Phillip," she said as she bent down and took a close up of his cock ramming Kelly's hole. "Is her cunt as tight as mine," she asked. Phillip was too busy grunting as he slammed Kelly's pussy. Marta kept filming. "Oh, that's cool," she said. "Her pussy ring is pulling out like a mouth around his cock. See it Peter?" Phillips face was crimson. Beads of sweat had formed on his receding hairline. "God this is hot; ya gonna cum Phillip?"
She knew he was; she had been with him enough to know when he was ready. He looked up, his eyes beginning to glaze, and nodded his head yes. "Pull it out Phillip; cum on her ass ... it'll make a good camera shot." He pulled out and jacked his cock with his hand. As he shot in a long white stream that laid a line on Kelly's back and ass he threw his head all the way back and groaned, "Oh fu-c-c-ck." He kept stroking, squeezing harder, spurting gout and spattering white flecks on the black fabric of Kelly's dress that was bunched around her waist.
"Jesus," Marta said, having forgotten about my cock, "I've thought a lot about Kelly getting fucked like this. But I never really thought it would happen. This is fucking cool!"
Squatting, she look quite appealing in her tight black Tee, which showed off her 35 B breasts; her almond sized nipples looked like they would punch a hole. From where I stood I could see the naked flesh at the top of her dove thigh highs. The way the light was hitting her I could tell that her ass was bare, no panties. She looked at me and said, "Don't just stand there Peter. Come here and do something useful." She handed me the camera. "Keep it on me," she said as she lowered herself to her knees. She took Phillip's sperm glossed phallus and licked it clean. Patting Kelly's behind she said, "You have one sweet tasting pussy my friend."
Through the camera's viewer I watched Marta leaning closer. She stuck out her tongue and lapped up the line of Phillip's semen, leaving the portion alone that was still on Kelly's gown. She moved in front of Kelly, whose hands were still jerking the loose outer skin of Mike's and Warren's cocks, and kissed Kelly's lips. The way Kelly responded it was as if she had been thinking about kissing Marta for quite some time. Or, maybe she had been kissing her before like that. Hmmm?now that's an exciting thought. Taking her hands off the two cocks she touched Marta's cheeks, holding them tenderly with her fingertips. Their lips worked until Marta broke the kiss. She opened her mouth to the camera, sticking out her cupped tongue, showing there was still a pool of cum on it. Looking over at me Marta swallowed and licked her lips. It was apparent to me that she was no stranger to a pornographic camera session.
She took the camera out of my hands and said, "Peter, I want to take a picture of Kelly sucking your cock now." She was the social director of the party telling us which game we would play next. I obeyed her. "But, join the party, Peter. Get naked." I stripped off my shirt, pants, shoes and socks. "Peter's got a nice cock Kelly," Marta said. Kelly looked at her with a silly grin. Then, as I knelt in front of her she took my cock into her mouth and started working it. "Now," Marta said, "who hasn't been inside Kelly's cunt?"
Resting on his elbow, Mike had been watching. He rolled into action, got behind Kelly on his knees and slid his cock easily inside Kelly's exercised pussy; his was the smallest cock but he wasn't circumcised. So, his foreskin rolled just below his head. As he entered her he gave her g-spot a thrill she wasn't expecting. Once again her joyful shriek was muted, this time by my cock. When Mike sunk balls deep inside her Kelly rocked forward taking my meat to the back of her throat. When Mike pulled back, rubbing her g-spot again with his bunched foreskin, her shriek was more like she was gagging.
Kelly's mouth moving back and forth my cock brought me close to orgasm, something Marta wasn't missing. She knew from her own experience with Mike how the bunched foreskin drove her wild. And she knew the feeling Kelly was experiencing. Faster and faster Mike's cock jack-hammered Kelly's cunt, driving her mouth over my cock. Marta knew she was going to cum.
"Pull out Peter and jack off," she said. "I wanna catch the stream of cum going into Kelly's mouth. I complied. Mike fucked and Kelly bucked, her mouth empty now, allowing us all to hear her frenzied yelps. When her spasm stated her mouth was wide open. Flailing my hard-on I froze when I shot a long stream of jizz into her mouth. "Wow," came Marta's ecstatic shout, "That's going to be one hellava shot."
Mike pulled on Kelly's hips as he buried his cock deep inside. With a series of wolfish growls his whole body shook and his balls contracted each time he pumped another load of cum. Leaning his head back he gasped for air, belching, "Holy shit!" Dropping his head forward he wrapped his arms around Kelly's body and clutched her breasts tightly to her chest. The camera caught Kelly's Adam's apple moving as she swallowed my load. Then it caught my cock, glistening white with my cum. Mike pulled out, the end of his cock dripping seed. Kelly's pussy oozed a white string that caught on the inside of her right thigh.
Within the next half hour each man had fucked my wife. She had sucked each one of us and each had come in her mouth. Each participant, with the exception of Marta who had spent most of her time behind the camera was either covered with sweet or cum or both. Each of us, with the exception of Marta, took a shower. The Ritz-Carlton provided four white terry bathrobes, two for each bathrobe. In advance of the party I had them sent out, along with two more, to be embroidered in green?Kelly's Fiftieth. I provided these as party favors for each of the guests.
It was about ten o'clock. Each of us, including Marta, was dressed in our terry robes. Once again, acting as social director, Marta asked Kelly how many orgasms she had had. Kelly responded that she had three orgasm with Warren when they first made love in the bedroom ... all clitoral orgasms. "I came so many times when I was sucking and being fucked and eaten that I lost count after eleven." She said that she had never had a vaginal orgasm before tonight, with Mike's bunched up foreskin stimulated her g-spot.
Marta added, "Yeah, it's great, isn't it?" Then, she said, "Kelly, show us your clam." Kelly pulled up her robe and spread her legs. Her large lips were bright red. "See guy's," Marta said, "you've worn out the guest of honor's pussy." With a twinkle in her eyes she said, "But, you can still get her off with your tongues."
Phillip, always in tune, was the first to pick up on it. He knelt in front of Kelly and spread her legs, licking and eating her pussy until she came. Each man gave her a few minutes after each orgasm, sipping Dom Perignon, then ate her pussy again until she three more times. Finally she said, "That's it, guys. I just can't take anymore."
The party broke up at about 11:30. Phillip and Mike who arrived together left together. Warren took the other bedroom and to his pleasure Marta joined him for the night.
The next morning, while the four of us were having breakfast in the suite, Warren announced that Marta was going back to Chicago with him. As it turned out Marta had indeed fucked her brains out during the wildness following her divorce and was ready to settle down. Until she met Warren she never found anyone who interested enough to make a commitment that wasn't mainly for sex. Warren felt the same attraction and wanted her to move in with him to see if they work out a longer arrangement. They were married about six months later.
Each year we have celebrated Kelly's and Marta's birthdays. Kelly's birthday is in November. Warren and Marta come to our house in California. On Marta's birthday in June we celebrate in Chicago. There have been no more gangbangs, either for us or the Thatcher's. But, among the four of us the sex is just as intense. Next month is Kathy's 60th birthday. Warren is still amazed that he is celebrating with his high school sweetheart.
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