The birthday party.

It was my wife’s birthday.

Not a significant one, in fact I think it was her 39th.

Thirty five years ago, I’m amazed I can remember it.

We decided to go to our local pub.

Even though she was nearly 40, she looked good on it.

Size 14, 5ft 2, nicely curvy.

We were keeping fit gym etc. she looked good.

Tanned, waxed legs and fanny, just a natural blonde strip.

The dress she wore was skin tight, no underwear, just black stay up stockings, and high ‘fuck me’ shoes.

I wanted to bend her over and fuck her, when she came down stairs, she wouldn’t let me…

We’d had a regular friend for a few years, by this time.

She loved mmf, and it had added an unbelievable boost to our sex lives.

The anticipation of his visits, which were frequent, the event, itself, and then the analysis of the events, ensured we were always both hot.

Back then, she couldn’t get enough cock, her cunt was always wet and ready.

It was a good evening down the pub, this was when country boozers weren’t all about eating. More like a party, at the weekends.

We were regulars, but never once thought of our local as a source for our sexual pleasures.

She got a lot of attention from the blokes in the pub, never having had children, she stood out against the chubby mums.

After last orders, we were in full swing.

“Let’s invite some friends back, “ I suggested.

With no thought, other than to keep the evening going.

Three couples, a couple of single guys, and the landlord, who said he’d join us, when he’d locked up, went back to ours.

1 am and I’m knackered, I never was any good at late nights.

C was having a great time, dancing, drinking, there was a spliff going round.

I said to her, “I’m off to bed, see you in the morning “

She blew me a kiss, and carried on dancing.

About 3 am I woke.

No wife in bed next to me.

I could just hear music, Marvin Gaye, sexual healing.

I put on my dressing own and went downstairs.

The living room was lit by candles, we had a lot of candles back in the ‘80s

I went in, ………

Marvin was into “let’s get it on”

In the centre of the room, it was a big room, we had a big house back then…

My wife, dressed only in her black stay up stockings, and ‘fuck me shoes’, was dancing very erotically with a rather attractive young woman.

And she was wearing a thong, nothing else, just a thong.

Frank, the landlord of the pub was there.

Clive, the artist boyfriend of the girl my wife was dancing with, two single guys, and a married couple.

Everyone else had gone home…

I took in the scene.

C, my wife, and Helen, were grinding each other, a leg between the others leg, caressing each others breasts, as they did so, totally unaware of anyone else, or the effect their actions were having.

The couple were on the settee, he had her tits out, rather large ones they were too.

Her dress was pulled up round her waist and his hand was in her nickers, he was blatantly fingering his wife, as she was watching the two dancers.

One of the single guys had his cock out and was rubbing it, looking from the dancers, to the couple, to the dancers.

My cock was instantly hard.

I shrugged off my dressing gown and sat watching.

Frank went to join the dancers.

As they swayed and rubbed each other, he got behind my wife, and held her hips.

She leaned back and kissed him, as he did this.

Clive joined in, doing the same behind his girlfriend.

Hands were stroking breasts, hips, bums, trying to get between their bodies.

Both the dancers were leaning back, pushing there pubic mounds together.

The couple on the settee moved, she stood up, he pushed his trousers and pants down, and his cock sprang up, helmet red and sticky.

Without taking her eyes off the spectacle in front of her, his wife reached between her legs, and lowered herself onto his rampant erection.

She slid down on it easily.

The single guy with his cock out moved to her side, and started fondling her breasts.

She reached for his cock and started to wank it, as her husband fucked her.

Her husband was thrusting up, holding her hips as he did so.

The dancers had separated whilst this was happening.

My wife turned to face Frank, and was kissing him lustily.

She was practically pulling his shirt off, scrabbling at his trousers as they kissed.

Clive had pulled his girlfriend down on the floor with him, and she was pulling her thong to one side, as he released his cock, and it came into view, she sank down on it.

The couple on the settee were really going for it.

She was sucking on the single guys cock as if her life depended on it.

The other single guy had now got his cock out and was wanking furiously at the depravity being acted out before us.

I daren’t touch my cock, it was throbbing and bobbing, pre cum leaking profusely.

I didn’t want to waste my cum, I knew my wife would want it..

And I wanted to give it to her.

Frank guided her to the settee, and as he bent her over the arm, he saw me..

He stopped, I grinned, gave him the thumbs up…

His thick cock was soon in my wife’s cunt.

The couple, right next to them, started to cum.

The cock she was sucking, started shooting and as much as she could swallow, she did, but there was streams across her breasts and face.

Her husband was cumming, she was cumming.

The wanker was spurting cum over the couple on the floor, which brought them to a climax.

Frank was thrusting into my wife. Speeding up, he was getting there.

She was calling him all the bastards under the sun, begging to be fucked harder.

“Give me your cum, Frank” she was shouting.

He thrust in jerks as his cock erupted inside her.

The two single guys left.

The couple on the settee started to pull their clothes straight.

Clive and his girlfriend were in a tight embrace, on the floor.

Frank pulled out of my wife’s cunt.

She went to stand..

“Don’t you fucking dare move”

I growled.

I got up from my chair, cock in hand, and went towards my prostrate wife.

The others in the room watched silently.

Her cunt was leaking thick creamy cum.

I rubbed my nob end in it, teasing, pushing the nob in and out.

Covering it with cum and cunt juice, getting it nicely lubricated.

I loved the feeling, but I was loving the attention too.

Five people watched as I slid my cock into my wife’s silky tight cunt.

Just a couple of feet from us, the married couple watched avidly.

They could have reached out and touched us, they were so close.

Frank was watching, stood next to me, as he put his sticky cum covered cock away.

“Fuck me, you slut”, I slapped her arse…

“Oooohhh” she moaned.

She knew what to do.

I stood behind her, as she slid back and forth onto my cock.

I had my hands behind my head as she effectively sucked me off with her cunt.

I could feel a puddle of cum under my bollocks as it leaked out and formed a pool on the arm of the settee.

“Faster” I commanded. Another slap on the bum.

The wife on the settee was rubbing at her husband’s trousers.

I locked eyes with her, and she opened her legs, pulling her dress up as she did.

She pulled her wet nickers aside and her fingers were at her cunt.

She was frigging herself with the cum she’d got from her husband.

Clive and Helen were grunting and groaning so I presumed they were fucking again.

Frank left quietly.

“Oh yes” I shouted, “oh fuck, you bitch, fuck my cock”

She sped up, fucking back and forth.

As I started to cum, she was calling out, begging for my cum.

The woman frigging herself was cumming.

Clive and Helen were squealing and thumping.

I shot my load deep into my wife’s cum filled cunt.

I collapsed on top of her…

We lay like that for some time, eventually I felt my cock slip from her.

Followed by a rush of warm spunk.

I stood up.

The others had gone..

We never saw them again.

Frank had a stoke a month later, which, sadly, paralysed him.