For my wife's 50th birthday party I spared no expense, renting a suite at the Ritz-Carlton overlooking the Pacific Ocean, just south of Laguna Beach. It was a catered affair and the dress was formal. The event itself wasn't a surprise for her I had promised her the party six months prior. She was expecting a fairly good number of our mutual friends, just a nice evening followed by an elegant weekend at the Ritz.
From the time we had met in college Kelly was very much a lady, a model of propriety. We met in the late 50's, a time when sexual permissiveness was virtually nonexistent. Though a passionate participant in heavy petting she resisted my repeated assaults upon her virginity, insisting upon being unbroken until after we were married. I felt positive that had I pushed a little harder she would have relented. But, out of respect for her wishes, I never forced her resistance. What a reward I received when, on our honeymoon, she gave way and shared with me such incredible primal fervor. I never regretted my patience.
Throughout our marriage we experimented with every sexual position we could manage and tried things which many people of our generation would definitely consider kinky. On many a late night drive back home from dinner out, or a party at friend's home, BS(before seatbelts), I tried to concentrate on the road while the thrill of her mouth on my cock brought me close to orgasm then adeptly backed off, making me look like a candidate for a D.U.I. She was always thrilled when an 18 wheeler pulled alongside, especially if there was a passenger in the cab who would look down and goggle our frolic. In these instances she never cared about trying to hold my orgasm back but would pick up the pace to titillate the observer, swallowing my urgent load as the car veered with my spasms. Many nights we would sit in a restaurant booth and coyly get each other off under the table. 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. And, 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. Kelly declined and, much to my disappointment distanced us from them. She let me know on 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, during this time, we took weekends away and to our great enjoyment, as our sexual appetites matured, we got increasingly greater satisfaction from the pleasures of sex. It was always at her suggestion, when we would be away in a big city, that we would search for the latest sex toys and lingerie. After the kids went to college things opened up and so it seemed, so did Kelly's attitudes. Where we had previously rented only straight sex pornos she became interested in group sex and bisexual flicks. I asked her once if she might be interested in having sex with more than one man and she became irritated with the question...told me not to be "stupid."
We had two close friends who went through a divorce. The woman, Marta, who before the divorce had been of the same character as Kelly, went wild for sex after her husband left her. She told Kelly that she had been a "good girl" all her life, was a model wife, which got her nowhere and was now going to "fuck her brains out." Each time they had lunch together Kelly would come home besotted with lust and would work me out to exhaustion. To me it seemed that I was the beneficiary of Marta's divorce and my brains were the ones being fucked out.
It was three months before Kelly's 50th birthday when she told me that Marta had participated in "a few gang bangs." The conversation about it got her so worked up that she attacked me 'til I just couldn't get it up anymore. Lying next to her that night, exhausted, I asked again if she would like to have sex with more than one man. This time she smile and, with a dreamy look in here eyes, laid back with her hands behind her head and sighed. I wanted to plan a party for this special birthday... wanted to make it a surprise for her. Tongue in cheek I asked her, "What would you like to do for your 50th birthday Kelly?" 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. And the surprise I would be planning would challenge the joke.
We walked into the Ritz-Carlton that night arm-in-arm. Kelly was wearing a long black gown, backless; she was wearing no bra (no panties either). The dress was low cut and exposed her elegant cleavage, showing her nipples through the gauzy fabric as well. Her tight hips were smooth with no hint of panty lines. At fifty she was remarkably well preserved. And tonight, at least, she would be advertising her wares. I'm sure she though nothing would come of it. But, when she would discover the surprise I had waiting in the suite I knew that she would become wet with excitement.
She had already met two of the men who were waiting in the suite at a fund raiser. Her friend Marta had casually introduced us that night, confiding to Kelly that Mike Petersen and Phillip Bosco were two of her "regulars," a fact that Kelly excitedly let me in on during the course of the evening. That explained why she was staring at them all evening. I found a way to get each of them aside during the event, discretely getting their business cards. When I called them at their offices and told them what I had in mind, each was eager to participate. Phillip commented to me about what a spectacular looking woman my wife was and that he was already getting worked up.
I took Marta into my confidence about my plans and as an icebreaker she put together a dinner party for three couples, she and Phillip, Mike and another of her female "swinging" friends and Kelly and me. During the ride home from the dinner party Kelly eschewed the use of her seatbelt and gave me a wild blowjob deja vu 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 was working so vigorously on my cock.
The surprise was shaping up nicely. The piece de resistance however, was just 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. He was crushed when Kelly threw him over for me, a nonentity in the world of royalty. Warren had become 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. He still exhibited an old fashioned respect (and a long standing lust which I knew he had to have) for my wife...was calling to ask my permission to send a case of Dom Perignon for a party that "I know you'll be planning for her 50th birthday. Still can't believe we are both that old," he chuckled.
"Not only am I having a party," I said, "I'll gladly accept the champagne...and, how would you like to come?" He thought I was kidding. But I insisted...told him that Kelly had come of age in more ways than one... explained how her friend Marta had been seducing her into a desire for sex with multiple partners. He became nervously conversational. I could sense that he was licking his lips and would have taken bets that he was fondling his crotch as we talked. 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. His attempt at righteous indignation was well played (Good lawyer, I thought.) And I kept my laughter to myself when, after increasingly mild protests, he accepted the invitation to come west for the party.
