Back to School — 3

The Birthday Party

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I was turning 36, it’s not like I was over the hill or forty. My husband still lusted after me and well so did I for him. We were an open couple, who were to each other Stag and Vixen. We loved that we each were free to explore and that made our day to day life, even hotter.

I knew Bob was probably going to play on his trip to Boston, Angela had been at previous meetings and they had a liaison the last corporate get together. As always, I threw 3 condoms in his shaving kit, just in case.

Mel called about shopping for the birthday girls dress and of course, we headed out on the quest for a dress at the Avenue. I knew my plan was to wear, little or nothing under, maybe a waist cincher corset, holding my titties hi and tight, and stopping at the hips. not blocking any access to my pussy.

I tried on Emerald Green, Sapphire Blue and then found Red a blend of Angora and Cashmere, the halter hooks, behind the neck, the keyhole cupping and exposing ample flesh without revealing too much. Then we shopped for shoes, sandals, red, black and silver, strappy, with some straps around the ankle assuring they’d stay on until taken off. The chosen pair, nearly 6 inch stilettoes made me inches taller than Mel and probably Bob as well. Melanie quipped, “well they won’t matter when your on your back, with those shoes wrapped around tight buttocks, railing the crap out of you”.

Bob came home, he and Angela hooked up both nights, he still had his 3 condoms intact. She was 42, married, hysterectomy and no chance of pregnancy. They had a fun time, until the next meeting in Chicago in 3 months.

I decided to model the dress and heels for Bob and he took a couple of pictures one of me studying my self naked except the sandals in the mirror, “Not bad for an old girl” and one in the red dress.

We slipped the dress off, before Bob performed his husbandly duties, rock hard, I thought only of what we were doing at the moment as he brought me off three times. Dam, that old guy knews how to fuck.

Saturday was looking spectacular and Bob’s hard on was an indication he liked it. Saturday pedicure, lip plumper, eyebrows shaped and lash extensions. We dropped the girls at my sister’s and headed home to dress.

The dress it self was a hit at Van Zant’s even the staff that were not serving us, commented on how pretty, beautiful and sexy it was and that meant me by extension.

The suite had 4 couples in it, for the private party, there were finger foods, alcohol and then someone put some lines down. With Bob’s encouragement, I did a line and soon was feeling very much in the mood to party.

The two guests arrived Eric and Carl, both athletes, built for football and to toss little old wives like me around the bed.

Eric wasted little time hugging me as I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands on his chest and washboard stomach. Both knew who the birthday girl was and soon sandwiched me, pressing hard cocks against my soft dress. Carl undid the clasps at my neck and they lowered the dress to the floor, leaving me in the waist cincher and heels, then took my hands and led me into the bedroom.

I looked back at Bob who smiled and mouthed have fun, his arm around a long time favorite Cindy’s waist, I knew he be fucking soon, and so would I.

There was no time limit on birthday passion, Carl ate my pussy as I felated Eric, taking his cock deep in my throat, my first orgasm from Carl’s tongue, the men switched and Eric’s cock slipped into me and up against my cervix”. I didn’t know if anyone was watching and made no attempt to stifle my 2nd or 3rd orgasm, on that Big 10 Inch! On my third cum Carl pulled from my lips and came all over my face, neck and tits.

Melanie joined us and shared my presents, cumming as Carl took her doggy style and Josh flipped me onto my knees so he could take, my well stretched daisy as I faced his wife and we kissed.

Cindy now dressed, gave me a hug when I walked into the living room, my husband occupied with another woman in the bedroom.

She told me she had told the baby sitter she’d be home by 2 a.m. and had to go. I invited her to have a proper threesome with Bob and I next weekend, knowing Bob would enjoy that as much as she and I would. She replied, “just tell me what to bring”!

With the change of date, I was now 36 and aside from being sore from 3 cocks pounding me, I was the same person. Carl and Eric had dressed and gone and Josh and Mel were not far behind.

My husband was on his back, a lithe and limber woman across his hips, rising and falling slowly his cock buried inside her, she seemed at that moment to forget this was a fuck party, a birthday party, my birthday party.

I stood beside the bed, the rider I was guessing was maybe 20, the age I became a hot wife and closer to our daughter’s ages than to mine.

I dropped the hotel robe to the floor beside the bed. “Party is over Missy, you got 2 minutes to fuck my husband and have a cum, then that dick is going in my pussy”. She looked at me and eased up and off his shaft, slipping off the bed, smooth her dress down she left the bedroom and the hotel room.

Still hard Bob looked at me, “Not even sure who she is , said her name was Kathy”.

I climbed on the bed and took her position on top of my husbands cock, feeling sore, bruised and battered, I was going to cum on my lover’s cock as my last official act of my birthday party.

As I rode him, I told him “Yes, that was Kathy who used to babysit for Claire and Elda, she is still friends with Claire, you can’t fuck her again, in fact I hope she doesn’t say anything about tonight to our daughter”. Thinking about the cocaine we’d all ingested, before having a naked orgy.

“I’m sorry, how did she know about the party”? “where to go”, said Bob.

“I don’t know I said, but we will find out tomorrow after I get off, you reclaim my pussy and we get about 12 hours of sleep”.

It had been a wild week, Kids back to school, some hot and heavy sex for Stag and Vixen for my birthday, what surprises will await us tomorrow.

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