It was a truly strange drive that my wife and I took out into the Nevada desert.
To say that both of our emotional states were agitated would not be a
exaggeration. But I am getting ahead of myself. I had flown Carol and myself to
Las Vegas to celebrate Carols 50th birthday. The "Big Five O" was how she put it
and it had fallen on her hard. All of us will come to the understanding that we
are "Older", for what ever that is worth, and the last few years had brought
this awareness to Carol as a bit of a downer. The last year and a half had been
consumed, for example, with Carol's attempts to shed the 50 to 60 extra pounds
she had been carrying around since the children were born. A difficult task in
the best of times but doing this while passing "The Change of Life" as people
are want to say, is neigh on to impossible. Only Carol's discipline and resolve
made the quest successful. To say that shedding the extra heft had rekindled a
healthy interest in sex would be truthful but would not give you the whole
story. Having left menopause behind her and feeling better now about her looks
had begun to turn Carol into the sex partner every man always wanted. Now at
fifty this woman wants to wear sexy lingerie around the house all of the time. A
possibility as all of the children have started their own lives, away from home
thank god! She had even begun to "Flash" me a quick view of some important naked
flesh occasionally, often in public places where I had not expected it. Very
disturbing, in a pleasant sort of way. This from a woman who had dressed in the
closet or bathroom away from my view for most of our married life. We had always
talked "around" our fantasies with each other in the past but now we were
outright comparing notes on the fine details of our respective private thoughts.
This was done then as well as now to excite us to greater heights sexual
pleasure and varied only in frequency and detail. A task it always successfully
implemented. The last several months of such detail had confirmed a suspicion I
had about Carol for many years. Let me digress for just a moment. Years ago at a
party Carol and I threw at our house I got very drunk and very loaded (Carol and
I both enjoyed a pharmacological interest) and behaved very badly. Carol was
dancing very suggestively with several of the men present and seeing this in my
impaired condition I went into a giant snit! Feeling very vulnerable and not too
masculine at the time, for reasons I need not go into, along with the mood
altering substances drove me to distraction and rage. Carol, oddly enough,
ignored me completely until I threatened to leave her because of her "filthy
display"! Then she allowed as how she would stop and not do that ever again. I
say "oddly" because that is the only time that I am aware of, either before or
since, that she didn't noticeably concern herself about my feelings and
perceptions. But in this instance until I became completely unreasonable she
ignored me. Thinking about this set of facts many years later led to some
interesting connections and my reaching some startling conclusions. The
fantasies Carol described to me recently had continued the same line that she
had always followed. Fantasies having to do with fucking strange men, different
men, groups of men at the same time. Not too original to judge from the reading
I have done, and I suspected at the time, done to turn me on as much as to
please herself. But, as I said before, she described them in much more refined
detail. Her fantasies most often contained men whom she described as very
successful and by and large were business men. The fantasies, like as not, had
her being paid, bribed or in some way rewarded for sex with money or business
contacts. The descriptions of her suiters led sooner or later to a description
of their sexual organs size. Carol is a good sized woman who likes good sized
men. Several times she has said she was attracted to me originally because of
the size of my cock, and has always commented on the fact that she might screw
"So and So" if he has a big cock! Now however size was becoming a obsession. The
idea of a "group grope" or "gangbang" (several couples or several men at the
same time) was hinted at by one or both of us regularly and discussed openly but
never with any real fire to see it through. Both of us were happy with our
respective mates and weren't interested in risking that solid relationship on a
lark. Considering my behavior years earlier when Carol just danced a bit
suggestively I understood Carol's reluctance to do anything but tease the
subject slightly. Now here we are at middle age (ya, right, sure, were in the
middle, who lives to be 100 years old?) and totally committed to each other and
the intensity of discussion around orgies and multiple partners picks up instead
of dying out. Go figure. Putting all of this together led me to considering
Carol in a different light. Rather than a confirmed, sexually shy, monogamist
lady, I was beginning to believe she was more interested in sexual adventure
than I thought, and had been all along. Carol had told me years ago of a party
she attended when still married to her first husband where several of the women
and couples were naked. They were all members of the same group that had hung
out together for years. At first Carol claimed to have stripped only to her Bra
and panties but later she admitted to stripping off to only her panties and
showing her tits to all. I always remarked upon hearing this story that "I would
have loved to been there!", but she never really told me how she felt at that
party! I always thought Carol never repeated the event because she was "not
interested and turned off" by the idea of a orgy. Now I was starting to think
she may have been more turned on than she indicated. Prompting her to tell me
more about that event availed me naught. If I was right she wanted to
participate in some sexual experimentation at that time, at that party! I will
never know if she did or not, she has always claimed to me that she didn't. All
of this leads to Las Vegas, Carols birthday present and the continuation of this
story. Given the facts as you now know them, you won't be surprised to hear that
I came up with a sexual birthday present. I intended to give Carol a night with
two men! Weird present for a woman on her 50th birthday? We'll see! The
requirements of "The Present" were simple and complex all at the same time. I
wanted Carol to be able to choose the men she would screw if for no other reason
good manners suggested it. She would need to be guarantied that the men she
chose would be clean and disease free. We both wanted the men to be strangers we
would never run into again, unless we wanted to, and they should have no
romantic notions or attachments to Carol for obvious reasons. A Las Vegas, or
rather a "Nevada" brothel looked to be the answer to all of these requirements.
I knew they often supplied men to their Gay customers so it stood to reason that
they would have men suitable for this purpose. Several phone calls later I had
set a date with the "Cottontail Club" and made all the arrangements. Last night,
the first night for this trip, we went to dinner, saw a show and returned to the
room for some sex. As usual the pillow talk revolved around what fictitious
"friends of mine" I had brought to fuck her when I was finished, and did I want
to screw her again after "they" were finished. We were both very hot and fucked
for a very long time, as if we couldn't get enough of each other. Later as we
rested in each others arms I ask Carol "Would you really like to screw some of
my friends?" "Well" she hesitated "maybe not any friends, they would know me
and...... !" "I know" I said, "how about if they don't know you?" I persisted
"would you like to screw a couple of guys you don't know? Are you at all
interested?" "Well.....yes, I guess.......,If they didn't know me, but who? I
mean you wouldn't?" "Happy Birthday" I exclaimed "I would and I did! It's all
set up!" I went on to explain that the Cotton Club had set it up for us and all
we had to do was drive out to the club tomorrow evening and she would have the
time of her life! (as promised by Guilda, the mgr of the Cotton Club) Carol
could choose from among seven different men. All checked regularly by the state
for all types of health concerns and pronounced squeaky clean. None were Gay and
none used intravenous drugs (something checked for by the state inspectors) !
Carols positive response last night, accompanied with a "I hope they have big
dicks!" and a smile, had led directly to the 68 mile drive that we were just
about to complete. The nerves in the car could be felt on the roadside as we
passed. The air conditioner was turned on full, it was dark out, and Carol and I
were still flushed red. "Here we are" I said as the neon sign for the club came
into view, "are you ready"? "I don't think........What will these men
look............Are you sure you are ok on this"? This with a rushed breath and
a plaintive look. "Lets go in and see"! I replied as I opened the door and got
out. Carol quickly followed. "We can leave any time we want." The "Club" was a
double wide trailer with a third unit extending out the back so the building was
in the shape of a "T". I stopped on the front porch and waited for Carol to join
me. "Ready"? She nodded in the affirmative not trusting her voice I suspect.
Opening the door allowed us into a large main room at the center of the main
section of the building. Arranged around the periphery of the room was a
mismatched assortment of tables and chairs. Lounging around the room were
perhaps 15 women and 5 or 6 men. All of the women were scantily dressed or
undressed depending on your point of view. The men were all dressed "business
casual" as a glaring distinction when you considered the ladies. None of the
women (sorry but half dressed women always get my attention) were anything
special. All were aged in the 30s and..........well plain looking, normal gals
you might see anywhere. The same could be said for the men as for the women,
plain and regular were the words that came to mind. "Hello, I am Guilda, may I
help you?" sounded a voice behind me that jerked both Carol and myself away from
staring at the "merchandise" and turning us to the 50ish woman that had issued
the greeting. "Hi, were the Creamers (fake name, neat huh?) I spoke with you
several weeks ago!" "Yes, I remember, Hal and Carol Creamer!" referring to a
small leather bound book. "Glad to see you made it!" "Here is the er...stuff we
discussed." I said as I passed a envelope with the price we had discussed (and a
nice tip, I am told that is smart). "Do you have any hints for a couple of first
timers?" "Follow me!" was all Guilda said after checking the contents of the
envelope. She led us down a short hall and into a small room with a couch on one
wall and three lounge chairs along the other wall facing the couch. Guilda
motioned for Carol and I to sit in the chairs so we did. "I have put together a
little show for you to loosen you up. Can I get you a drink?" After she left
with our drink requests Carol and I were alone. "What do you think is going to
happen?" Carol asked. "A show of some sort I guess, Guilda is sort of tight
lipped!" "Did.....did you see any a......gals...er women you liked?" Carol
continued ignoring the Guilda remark. "We are here for YOU, not me," I said "Did
you like any of the men there? " I asked as I waved my hand toward the other
room. As I did the door opened and Guilda returned with our drinks. "Just relax,
it will just be..........hello, here they are". Guilda stepped back a bit to let
two other people into the room, they sat on the couch facing us. "This is Ann
and Glen, they have asked to be of some help to you. You may ask either of them
to leave when ever you wish!" Guilda said and then she was gone. To say the
moment was awkward for both Carol and me would not be a exaggeration. The
silence was complete. Ann and Glen looked at ease and nowhere near as lost as we
were. I was about to ask what to do next when I noticed Ann's hand moving across
the sofa between them toward Glen's leg. I squeezed Carols hand and directed her
attention to Glen with my eyes. Still no one spoke! Both Glen and Ann were late
30ish and, other than their dress, looked like one of our neighbors. Glen, dark
haired and slightly balding, had slacks and a sport shirt on as I said earlier,
business casual. Ann, looking slightly younger, had stockings, panties and a
bustier with garter straps as her clothing. As a costume it clashed with the
plainness of her face. She was clearly no beauty and Glen was no Mel Gibson
either. Although neither were our dream lovers, Carol and I were giving them a
great deal of attention. They were in reality attractive enough, "about as
attractive as Carol and I" I thought. "OHHH..yea!" slipped out as a whisper when
Carol saw Ann's hand cross Glen's leg and start slowly rubbing his inside thigh.
My attention was riveted on Glen who was busy lifting Ann's breasts, one at a
time, out of the cup on the bustier. He did this by slowly sliding his fingers
and thumb into the front of the cup and gently tugging on the nipple to lift the
breast free of the lace at the top of the bustier. Tugging up and out with the
captured nipple he placed each tit out in full view. I was impressed! Each
nipple, now hard, was the size of a pencil eraser, and about the same pinkish
color. Ann's boobs showed their age by puddling in the bustier cups and dripping
the bulbous ends over the edge, pointing each nipple downward. The slight
stretch marks around the puffed out nipples just added to the attraction for me
surprisingly. As I watched Carol hugged my hand in hers, tighter to her breast
in reaction, but as I looked at her I could see she had done this for a
different reason. Carol's eyes were fixed on Glen. But not on his attentions to
Ann's chest. Carol was zoomed in on Glen's crotch. He had shifted to reach Ann's
boobs and this had spread his legs a bit more. Ann had unzipped his pants and
was holding a cock of profound proportions in her hand, slowly stroking it.
Glen's cock was probably 7 or 8 inches long, very thick and not completely hard
yet. Carol was breathing in unison with the strokes Ann applied to Glen, with a
forced intake each time she slid her fist toward Glen's lap causing the head of
his cock to swell up like a purple billiard ball. Carol leaned toward me.
Without taking her eyes off the swelling cock head she whispered "Do you think
he is one of the two I get?" The urgent tension in her voice unnerved me a bit.
"You can choose who ever, I arranged it, -------- Choose him if you like!" "I
like"! Was the only answer. "Take off your pants so she can get a good look!"
was the first thing either Ann or Glen had said and the suddenness of hearing
Ann speak startled me. Glen complied quickly, removing pants, shoes, socks and
underwear in one swoop, and sat back down with Ann. She continued to slowly
stroke his cock as he set to work removing her panties and his own shirt. Carol
and I continued to silently watch, enthralled. I have always thought of other
men screwing Carol, but now thoughts of screwing Ann while watching Carol added
to the flavor of the moment. "Excuse me" Guilda said as she walked into the room
with another man about 30 years old, "I would like to introduce Ed, Hal and
Carol, this is Ed!" Then looking at Glen and Ann on the couch she said "better
get your pants off and catch up Ed" then turned and walked out the door. Ed
smiled, looked at Ann and Glen, then whipped off his clothing almost as quickly
as Glen had earlier. "OOHHHaaaa----!" sighed as Ed's penis came into view. It
was about the same size as Glens', perhaps a bit shorter in length, but even
larger in circumference. Additionally Ed was uncut. This may sound strange but
in my fantasies Carol usually sucks a uncircumcised cock or two until they spit
so much cum she can't swallow it all and it drips down her chin. I'm liking this
allot! "How would you like us to start?" asked Ann as she reached for Ed's cock
and began to stroke it also. "You two can get undressed when ever you like, I
understand you bought the night!". "I"-"I"- we both started at once, "No you
first" I said to Carol. "I can, -- I mean are you the, well do we get you all?
Don't I chose, ----- I like, well you guys will do!" she managed to stammer. "OH
no dear, you can have any one you want, I will call Gui--", "No," Carol
interrupted, " You all will do fine! Hal?" she looked at me. Ann, by this time,
had shifted around a bit as Glen removed her panties, allowing me a open view as
Glen played with her pussy. While we talked he continued to tug and pull on
Ann's labia with his fingers distending them so they remained in clear view even
when he occasionally stuck his two middle fingers up inside her. "Of course they
will do fine" was my all to obvious response to Carols query as I stared at the
sexual tableau in front of me. "Ah, just do what you want" I continued in
response to Ann's request for instructions. "Suck Ed!" Carol jumped in to my
surprise. She squirmed in her chair still holding my hand. "I would, ah like it
, ah if you would, ah just suck on his, well suck him a bit!" she tapered off a
bit trance like. Ed stepped closer to Ann who moved to immediately comply with
my wives wishes. Shifting about to provide a better view, remembering who the
customers were, Ann began to squeeze Ed's cock while she stroked it pulling the
foreskin back and exposing the now swollen pink head. Gently and lovingly Ann
began to lick and kiss the head of Ed's penis. Occasionally she would suck the
whole pink end into her mouth, stir it around with her tongue and suck it a bit
further down her throat, then slowly release it. It was clear she was in no
hurry. Ed's penis responded by swelling up even larger keeping the bulb head
uncovered without help form Ann.
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