Turning sixty-two did not seem special to Jack. In fact, it was mildly depressing. He figured Estelle, his wife of ten years, would take him out to a nice dinner, followed by some of their now familiar sexual repertoire. But the thought of making love to his dear wife did distract from the angst of getting another year older. He adored her.
When he woke the morning of his birthday, Estelle -- sleeping naked next to him -- wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. "Happy birthday, my darling!" she whispered. Her smile was radiant, even at seven in the morning.
He was surprised when she said their friend Rebecca had invited them over for dinner. His birthday prediction had been off. Rebecca was an old friend of Estelle's, single and a couple of year older than them. She was an unapologetic free-spirted former hippie. At nearly sixty-five, she was gorgeous: long-legged and fit, with long hair and a wonderful smile. She had the spirit of a twenty-five year old and the lovely body of a forty year old.
She also had a great sense of humor and never shied from sexual topics. Once at dinner at Estelle and Jack's place Rebecca saw a high school picture of Jack and said, "I so would have schtooped you then!" Jack spared Estelle from hearing he would have taken Rebecca up on that in a heartbeat. He had been shy when he was young, with little early sexual experience -- other than by his own hand and imagination.
Another time Rebecca asked everyone at the dinner table how many people they had slept with in their lives. She started, proudly claiming several score of schtooping partners. The woman to her right unhesitatingly said, "about 50. Free love, baby!" Stuck in the high single digits (after marrying very young and staying married and faithful for nearly thirty years), Jack blushed and passed on answering the question. Estelle also refused to answer, keeping her substantial past sexual history with men -- many while she had been married to her ex-husband -- a continuing secret from Jack.
Jack loved it when Rebecca invited them over for dinner. She was fine company, a good cook, and loved spending time with them in her hot tub. As soon as they finished dinner, Rebecca would go undress in her room with the door open, wrap herself loosely in a robe, then walk back into the living room, where Jack and Estelle would be peeling off their clothes. Both voyeur and exhibitionist by nature, Jack's heart raced as he always took his time being naked in front of these beautiful women. Estelle too was completely comfortable being naked around Rebecca. Jack never wanted to hurt Estelle's feelings by expressing too much exuberance about hot tub nights, out of love for her -- and for not wanting her to turn down Rebecca's invitations.
Rebecca had soft lighting around her hot tub, but it was usually rather dark. Jack left his glasses on in the tub to get the clearest look at Rebecca and Estelle in the dim light, always fighting his nemesis, the steam. At first he wondered if it seemed suspicious he wore his glasses; but he noticed Estelle and Rebecca kept theirs on too. Perhaps everyone enjoyed the show, not just him. They were all remarkably fit for their age.
The three of them would sit together in the tub laughing and talking about life. The water did not quite reach the women's luscious breasts, the cool evening air making their nipples stand erect. Neither Estelle nor Rebecca made any effort to cover themselves. Jack was in heaven as he looked from one woman to the other but tried not to make his voyeurism too obvious. He would lightly massage Estelle's soft thigh under the water, hoping he would not get an embarrassing erection that might end hot tub night forever.
When they eventually finished, Jack -- ever the gentleman -- always let the ladies go first, which let him admire their glistening bodies as they climbed out of the tub. As soon as he entered the house he took his time drying his long, lean body, savoring the time he spent naked with them. He knew Estelle loved his body. He hoped Rebecca liked seeing it, too. He certainly liked seeing theirs.
Jack appreciated Estelle's willingness to do this with their friend. She loved Jack fiercely but was confident enough to let them spend time naked with a beautiful, flirtatious woman who exuded sexuality. While his eyes roamed on hot tub night, Jack loved Estelle even more for being open minded, though she sometimes teased him about how much he enjoyed their time with Rebecca in the steamy water. He thought he had been doing a better job curbing his outward enthusiasm.
So the idea of celebrating his birthday with Estelle and Rebecca cheered him immensely.
Being mid-June, it was still fully light when they arrived at Rebecca's doorstep on that warm evening, towels draped across Jack's arm, a bottle of wine in Estelle's hand. Rebecca greeted them warmly with hugs and a light kiss on Jack's lips, as she always did. They nibbled appetizers and drank wine in the living room, chatting happily as they caught up. Moving to the dinner table they celebrated by drinking a bottle of wine more than usual as they savored Rebecca's delicious cooking.
"So what do you say? Hot tub time?" Rebecca exclaimed as they finished and she cleared the table.
"Yes!" Estelle beamed. Jack smiled but tried to look nonchalant.
"Jack, can you go out first and get the cover off while we finish cleaning up in here?" asked Rebecca as she glanced at Estelle.
"Happy to," Jack replied. As was the custom, he stood in the adjoining living room, just feet from the dinner table and kitchen, and slowly took off his clothes. He felt a thrill stripping naked in front of the fully clothed women.
"You may be sixty-two, Jack, but you've still definitely got it goin' on," Rebecca teased, looking him up and down. "Don't you think?" she asked Estelle.
Smiling, Estelle said, "He does indeed."
Jack blushed. He hoped the blood rushing to his face would keep it from making a scene by rushing to his cock.
"Thanks for the sweet compliments, ladies. Keep putting off those visits to the eye doctor." He smiled, picked up his towel and slowly walked past them towards the door to the backyard. Estelle patted his firm ass as he passed her and she and Rebecca giggled.
"Some girls have all the luck," Rebecca said as Jack stepped out the door.
He wasted no time getting the cover off and slipping into the water, which was the perfect temperature. He was looking forward to the women joining him, especially since there was still plenty of light in the sky to enhance his view of their bodies. He closed his eyes and languidly sank low in the water.
Five minutes later he heard the sliding door open from the kitchen. Opening his eyes he beheld Estelle and Rebecca walking out the door -- both completely naked -- carrying a birthday cake together that was ablaze with candles. Carefully coming toward him, they sang the most beautiful version of "Happy Birthday" he had ever seen. Or heard.
"Who needs Marylin Monroe popping out of a birthday cake?" he thought.
The cake blocked his view of one breast of each woman, but the light summer sky revealed the rest: their happy, beautiful faces and expressive eyes; Estelle's blond hair and golden pubic hair, her seductive hips, perfect breasts, and her incredibly shapely legs; Rebecca's shoulder length brown hair, her long arms and legs, her ample breasts and curvy hips, and her clean-shaven pussy. They both smiled radiantly as they gently set the flaming cake on a small, low table next to the tub.
"Okay, birthday boy, time to make a wish and blow these suckers out," Rebecca said.
Before blowing out his candles, Jack noticed Estelle's left nipple and Rebecca's right had ventured into the frosting on his cake, leaving each tipped in sweetness. Trying to focus, he made his wish, leaned over the edge of the hot tub, and blew out the candles. The women's exquisite breasts swayed as they applauded his feat.
"Time for birthday cake in the hot tub. Talk about decadent!" Rebecca exclaimed.
"Let me help you, Rebecca," said Estelle as she turned and moved the table away from the edge of the tub. Rebecca also turned and both bent over at the waist to cut the cake. As Jack admired their fine asses in the clear light, Estelle turned around and gave him a smile and a tiny wink. Jack smiled back. His heart pounded.
Cake plates in hand they turned back towards the tub.
"Geez, Rebecca, it looks like we got a little too close to the cake," Estelle said, looking down at the icing on their nipples. "Icing can't be good for hot tubs."
