It is my birthday next month. I am going to be 53. I know, I don't look it. It is my genetics. Whereas my mum looks like Skeletor without the skin care, my dad, up until the beginning of this year at least, was a veritable DILF. Apparently. Despite the title of this site, the daddy issues I have do not extend to wanting to fuck my own father. I have spent a lifetime leaving that to my friends.
So yeah, I don't look my age, and if my dad is anything to go by, I have till I am 89 and have had 3 strokes in a month before I lose my looks. This gives me 36 years to fuck around and find out.
So SH and I were in bed and he asks me what I want for my birthday. My eyes lit up like someone had shone a torch in my ear and I said "Gang bang!"
Unfortunately, SH says the admin of it would be a bit much at the moment (he is really busy bless him), unless I wanted to organise it. Well, call me old fashioned, but I don't think I should have to organise my own birthday gang bang. I think whoever is getting the present should do the organising. Add to that the fact that I have managed to dislocate my knee by having the audacity to stand up to answer the door, I am not sure that I would have the level of fitness needed to be fucked by at least ten men.
Because for me, ten, is the magic number. Eleven counting SH. I get really fucking horny thinking about all that cock. I used to think about it in the abstract but now I think of it in exquisite fucking detail. In my day to day life, gadding about in Rowena, my wheelchair, most of the time I do not wish to be percieved, but in this fantasy, I want to be not just noticed, not just percieved, but presented.
I want to be fully dressed when they arrive in something sexy. Red shirt, a size too small, pencil skirt that comes down way below the knee with a slit up the back. Seamed black stockings and black heels. Obviously I would need to be sitting, or at the very least, leaning against something, but it would still be hot as fuck. Especially if there was another woman there to undress me according to orders.
"Unbutton her blouse. Slowly."
I have just decided that the blouse would be made of silk so it would rub against my nipples, making them even harder than they already were. The Woman (and I know exactly who I am thinking about here; short, brunette, curvy) would be making sure her fingertips brushed me oh so lightly to make me moan. She has little hands, but damn, they feel good on me.
"Rub her nipples through her bra before you take it off. I want everyone to hear how turned on she is."
The Woman would of course happily comply, and it would not just be me who was moaning. The invited guests would be adding their own sounds of arousal as they started to get hard. And let's face it, being present for two women touching each other is sexy enough, these men have been told that there will be fucking.
"Gentlemen. Here she is. Isn't she sexy? Don't you want to touch those tits? Lick them? Suck them? Fuck them?"
Sexy Husband is in his element now. He loves my body, every inch of it and it is turning him on both watching The Woman get me ready, and presenting me to the gaggle of increasingly aroused men. I see them start to stroke their cocks in preparation. Too soon I whisper into The Woman's ear and she carries the message to SH.
"Gentlemen, it has been requested by my slut of a wife that you refrain from stroking yourselves until you are naked. Think you can manage that?"
Because though it looks like I am the passive one, the submissive one, the truth is that I am in utter control. The men stop stroking and The Woman removes my shirt as a reward. My tits are straining against a too tight bra and she undoes it at the back so they drop suddenly, causing gasps from the men.
"Take it all the way off."
SH is obviously turned on too now. His breathing has become deeper and his eyes are shining. The Woman removes my bra, revealing my enormous breasts with their hard nipples. She takes a boob in each hand and runs a wet tongue over their erectness, making them glisten. I moan and shift my legs so they are waist wide.
"Gentlemen, you may start to disrobe, but remember, no stroking yourself yet."
They do exactly that. I can see the pleasure on their faces as their rock hard cocks are freed and I can see The Woman start to drool at the size of some of them. I tip her a cheeky wink and she smiles in collusion. Some of those cocks can only be described as straining and some of them are already wet with precum. I want to taste them, run my tongue over the top of all their helmets, explore. But all in good time, all in good time.
"Turn her around, bend her over and lift her skirt."
The Woman complies, lifting my pencil skirt all the way up slowly so the rasping of the hem against my stockings can be heard. She lifts it all the way up to my waist. My bare arse looks great with the suspender straps attached to my stockings, and my legs look great parted in heels.
"Gentlemen. When you arrived you were each given a number. I will ask my whore of a wife to pick a number at random. Then another, then another. This is the order you will approach for the first contact. If you make her cum, you get another go. Remember, nothing without a condom goes inside her. My love, pick a number please."
The Woman is now in front of me, holding my arms while her thumbs stroke my nipples. She also kisses me, softly and slowly.
"Seven."
A large man with an Irish accent approaches. He is broad with shoulder length curly hair. He holds my arse with a firm grip and just when I think he is going to slide his cock in, he sinks to his knees, parts my ass cheeks and slides his tongue into my ass. I gasp. I drip my excitement onto fingers that are now searching for my clit. The other mean moan deep, The Woman kisses me deeper. Sexy Husband is breathing even more heavily now.
It has begun.
(Don't worry, the next part is coming really soon.
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I’m so glad I waited to read this so I could read both parts together. I wouldn’t have liked the wait. 🤣
Nooo! I just realised the second half isn’t out yet 😭