"Did you have a good birthday on Friday, Tom?"
It was a simple enough question that my friend Gary asked that day as I walked into church. "Nah." I answered truthfully. "Didn't really do anything. Not even dinner out with the family. Just didn't feel up to it. It was either do something big for #45, or just let it go, like most birthdays."
Now it hadn't been a bad birthday, just not good. After I turned 40, also without much fanfare, I started thinking about what I'd like to do when I hit 4-5. Being more on the introverted side, I wasn't inclined towards giant parties or expensive gifts. But the ideas did turn towards the unconventional, like inviting a few select friends to join us at a nudist resort, or at a clothing-optional beach, for example. Maybe something erotic along the lines of trying out something new in the bedroom, or making use of the fancy new camera. Things like that.
My wife, Taryn, really wasn't aware of my specific desires. She was, for the most part, happy to participate in naturist outings that I had planned over the years, but never found the same level of peace and contentment that I did when naked. Bedroom activity was not as frequent or varied as I would have preferred, but no real complaints: when she gets going, it's fantastic.
She does have some body-image issues, especially about her tummy. But what do you expect after two C-section births? It just meant that her pussy was still tight; I'll take that trade-off. Otherwise, I still see her as the beautiful freshman co-ed I fell in love with 25 years ago. Long dark hair, about 5'5", nice legs, and an ass to die for. Breasts are perfectly proportional for her size, with highly sensitive nipples and a normal droop for a mother her age.
"Sorry we haven't responded to your invitation yet. I was out of town much of this week." Gary stated as we walked over to sit on an outdoor bench after the service. The second thing you notice about Gary is that he is muscular, probably around 6'2", just slightly taller than me. His blonde hair betrays a Scandinavian heritage. Only a year older, he is also much like me in personality, a bit on the quiet side in social situations. We need to get to know people pretty well before opening up.
However, the first thing people normally notice about Gary is the woman by his side, Gina, the love of his life. Now Gina thrives around people, and almost always has a smile on her face, which goes well with her southern California-girl attitude. She also is brunette, a somewhat lighter shade of brown compared to Taryn, and kept slightly shorter around her shoulders. Just a couple of inches taller than my lady, with medium-sized breasts and curves in all the right places. They had joined the church around the same time we did, though it took some time for us to connect and become friends.
"It's fine, I know you guys will get back to me. With a couple of teenagers apiece, we all have crazy family schedules to deal with."
"We really do want to come over and hang out with you and Taryn again soon." Gina said as she sat down next to me and casually laid a hand on my leg. I didn't doubt that she was sincere. And when she said "hang out," she meant it. Over the past couple of years they had become regular dinner guests, and our best friends, while often joining us in our hot tub au natural for some wonderful evenings of conversation.
After a bit more chatting, Taryn arrived from her morning teaching duties and we went home to finish off a boring birthday weekend.
I was pretty grumpy over the next week as I stewed over the crappy birthday I'd had. Finally, Saturday night during some post-sex pillow talk, I came clean about my frustrations.
"Honey, I'm sorry that I've been upset for no apparent reason recently. I'm still thinking about not having done anything for my birthday."
"Mmmmm." she said a bit sleepily. "What had you wanted to do."
"I'm not sure you're going to like it very much."
Reaching down to fondle my flaccid penis, she simply said "Try me."
"Well, we've talked about this before. For a few years now, I've been trying to get you to dress sexier. Show off a bit more. There was a time when you enjoyed that. I think it would be fun to take that one step further. The next time Gary and Gina come over, I want you to try making Gary get a hard-on. You know, give him a big hug when they arrive and grind a little. Sit up on the edge of the tub to cool off and spread your legs a bit. Bend over in front of him. Make a show of dropping your robe and drying off when leaving the tub. Use your imagination, but get him turned on."
The silence was deafening, but my dick and testicles were being squeezed pretty hard. "I'll think about it." she whispered, before turning over and going to sleep. I took awhile to get to sleep, though, with so many fantasies running around in my head.
It was another couple of weeks before our schedules aligned, but eventually a dinner date was arranged for a Saturday night that all of the kids were at a church lock-in. Gina came in, set a bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and immediately gave me a big hug in greeting. I hadn't said anything to Taryn about my birthday fantasy since that night in bed, so when I looked over to see her giving Gary a tight hug followed by a kiss on the cheek, my heart started pounding. What might tonight bring?
I don't even remember what we had for dinner that night. But Taryn was keeping up with the rest of us in wine consumption, a rarity. Before long I heard "Go get that tub ready." from her. Our guests heartily agreed, so I headed into the back yard to open and prep the tub, and set up the wine.
When I turned to walk back from the gazebo, the light in our spare room came on as Gary and Gina entered to change into the robes we had set out earlier. Facing the back yard with no neighbors close by, the windows only have thin gauze drapes, which are easily seen through. My heart started racing as I quietly approached the window, staying in the shadows.
They both quickly undressed and before Gary could put on his robe, Gina spoke to him, obviously instructing him to lay on the bed. She then knelt on the bed between his legs and started stroking his dick. Not a gentle hand-job either, but fast and furious. As soon as it was hard she changed positions. moving to the side towards the window. My view was a bit obstructed, although in the dresser mirror I could see that she had engulfed his thick penis in her mouth, and was bobbing up and down on it. But my focus was not on that. Rather, it was on the firm buns pointed right at me, pussy lips visible between her slightly spread legs.
Gary moved a hand over her cunt, gently inserting a finger. Before he could do much more, Gina rose up on her knees and got off the bed. They both looked at the bedside clock, obviously realizing that they couldn't take too long "changing" and started to reach for their robes.
I hurried back into the kitchen, hiding my erection as much as possible from Taryn, who was putting things into the dishwasher. "You go change, too. I'm almost done cleaning up."
By quickly changing in the bathroom, I got to the back door at the same time as our friends, joining them to walk back to the tub. There are clothing and towel hooks on the gazebo walls near the entrance as well as some off to the side, so I walked towards the hooks along the side to hang my robe. Turning just in time towards the other hooks, I watched as Gina, half facing me, untied and opened her robe, showing me her cleavage and a side view of her left breast.
"Oh, I have been looking forward to this for months!" she sighed.
Gary, standing behind, took hold of the collar and spread the robe back across her shoulders to lower it off her arms. I love that moment when all is revealed. When my eyes raised up I saw Gina's blue eyes on me, and then a smile when she noticed my dick twitch in response.
