(This one is mostly just sex. One note: I don't mention condoms in this one, but it should be assumed that they're being used. These folks all play safe)
A year ago, Harry would not have imagined he would spend his birthday naked, blindfolded and tied to a bedpost in a hotel room. And yet here he was.
This had all started when Harry made a casual remark to Joan that he had gotten to the point where he could tell who was giving him a blowjob. His various lovers had different techniques, he explained, and while all enjoyable they definitely felt different. Joan had already planned a special evening for Harry's birthday, but this caused her to get a little creative with her plans.
"Okay, smart guy," said Joan, "it's time to put your money where your mouth is, so to speak." Joan had gathered many of their friends -all with whom they had shared intimacies - and planned to have them each try their oral skills on Harry. Harry had promised not to peek, but he was tied to the bedposts so he couldn't move his blindfold or try to feel the mystery lovers.
The first person began with long licks and kisses on his shaft and it took Harry less than a minute to guess.
"That's got to be Terry," he said, and he heard Terry laugh. "I can't fool you," Terry said.
The next up was probably a woman based on the perfume that wafted in the air, and Harry felt a hand on his balls, then another gloved hand play with his asshole.
"Bridget!" He said, confidently, and then he heard her say "you got me."
Harry couldn't tell for sure who the next one was, but he guessed that it was a woman. They didn't say for sure whether he was right, but after the allotted two minutes they moved on.
Next up was made easier by the beard hairs and Harry didn't waste any time.
"Leonard. You're not going to fool me unless you shave." Leonard chuckled and said "never going to happen, my friend."
Harry recognized Sam's bobbing technique and Chris's aggressive pull forward, but he had to guess on the rest. Nevertheless, he was now rock hard, and he heard his wife's voice saying "well, looks like I've got to finish things up." He heard the jingle of Joan's nipple rings as she lay down and lovingly ministered to his cock, and after a few minutes he came hard.
"So how'd I do?" asked Harry as he felt someone untie his hands. He rubbed his wrists and pulled off his blindfold, to see his friends crowded around the bed. Judy was holding a clipboard with everyone's name listed with either a checkmark or an X.
"Well, you got all the guys correct, and you were able to distinguish between men and women, but the only women you got right were Bridget and Amanda - Joan, too, but she was sort of the control group."
"Damn," said Harry, "I guess I'll just have to sample some more," which earned a chorus of groans from the women.
They were again in the penthouse suite, and everyone was either nude or somewhere near that state. Most of Harry and Joan's friends - or at least most of the ones they also called lovers - were there to celebrate Harry's birthday with an evening of love and sex.
There was a knock on the door for room service, and Joan quickly put on a robe and opened the door.
"Your drinks, ma'am," said the server, a prim woman in her 20s. For a moment Joan was concerned she might have some of Harry's cum on her face, but she figured the gIrl had probably seen it all. Smiling, Joan signed for the drinks, giving a generous tip.
Joan had ordered champagne and sparkling water for the non-drinkers in the group. She called everybody to attention, popping the corks and pouring glasses.
"Let's have a toast to the birthday boy, but first he should say a few words."
Harry got in front of the group.
"I'm actually not that bad at speeches, although I usually don't give them right after a blowjob." A mixture of laughter and groans came from the crowd.
"This is going to sound corny, but really, I love you all, and that's what it's all about. I like sharing my love. Let's have fun, okay?"
