From NCNK23A@prodigy.com Sun Jan 07 10:51:11 1996
I wrote this, it is copyrighted!  If you like the story drop me a line.  
If you didn't like the story, I didn't have anything to do with it so 
leave me alone!
Couples,  This was written for my wife.  If you would like more of the 
same write me with your Ideas.  Both the Wife and I would love to hear 
form you.



Birthday Special.

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 tell 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 allot!
"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.


Continued in part 2.

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