50th Birthday Surprise – Day 07

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After experimenting in the last chapter with a story line/theme I’ve been toying with, this chapter returns to the couple focused theme. Who knows, maybe I will break that out into a different series. I certainly had fun writing it.

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For my 50th birthday, my wife and Mistress decide to bring some fantasies to reality. This series is also still fantasy (well, the actual activities are, what’s described are my true fantasies); you will read about chastity, unsafe sex practices, nudity that probably violates law, ‘forced’ bisexuality and humiliation, and descriptions of places that may not be accurate. Let your mind wander with mine.

Though stories may make sense standalone, it is recommended you read the series in order.

No matter how many times I proofread the stories, I always find a few typos after they’ve been published. And inevitably there are plot holes, thank you to all that point them out, I’ll try to do better.

Also, you may notice I switch between our names and our roles (Mistress/sub of husband/wife). That’s to indicate the frame of mind we’re in at the time.

Chapter 7 starts with aftercare from the gang bang session, then moves into our final tango before heading home.

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After my gang bang, there’s really nothing else to call it, at the hands of Miss I was exhausted. When we got back to the room Hope and I got in the shower where she helped me clean up. After we got out we sat down and talked. I admitted to her this was the most surprising part of the week and asked where she came up with the idea. She confirmed my theory that she had somehow (she still won’t tell me how) seen my browsing history. After talking with Miss, who was suggested to her by Ezra and Ellie, they decided they could make it happen, knowing full well that anytime I was uncomfortable I could stop it. She correctly figured I wouldn’t stop it.

Hope sat across from me, took my hands in hers and looked directly into my eye. “Are you really OK? Was that too much?” I admitted to her it was a lot, that I had to use my safe word once during the class. That I’d found a limit when it came to impact play.

“What about the rest?” she asked. “Start with the face fucking.”

“That was mostly fun,” I started.

With a raised eyebrow, “Mostly?”

“My jaw got really sore and it was almost impossible to swallow. I had to let most of the cum just pool in the front of my mouth and drip out of the gag,” I continued.

“That made quite the mess,” she interrupted. “And we both know you consider any cum not eaten as wasted.”

I didn’t pick up on it at the time, but how would she know how much of a mess it made? She was right about the wasted part. “Yeah. Still, though, I enjoyed being used as nothing more than a fuck hole. The glasses were an interesting touch. Only being able to see very close up to my face, to be able to see the cocks that were fucking my mouth but nothing else was different.”

“Did you like that?” she asked.

“I did.”

“And when they were done with your face and started on your ass?” she followed up.

“As much as we’ve used the strap-on, and the other day with Ezra, we both know how much I love taking it in the ass,” I answered here without the slightest bit of embarrassment. Over the few years since I had the courage to admit my fantasies and submissive desires to Hope and asked her to help me fulfill them, I’ve really come (nope, no pun intended this time) to enjoy anal. “I’m a little sore today, in a good way I think. I really liked it when I was able to suck a cock while getting fucked.”

“And finally, what about being the ‘clean up man,’ another one of your fantasies? That was an audible, my idea. I figured, after what you’d done you deserved a reward, even though the whole time was about you – the others were just there to help. And, I know I hate walking around with cum dripping from my pussy, I figured, after seeing some of the women getting fucked they may appreciate a little clean up.”

It finally clicked in my head. “You were there?” I asked Hope.

“Of course, I would never let you do that alone. Someone had to be there that would stop things if they got to be too much. We both know you are so hesitant to use your safe words. I was watching you the whole time.”

I had no idea she was there and had mixed emotions about it. Firstly, I was extremely happy that she stayed to make sure things didn’t get out of hand. Yes, I had my safe words and signals, but no one knows me better than Hope/Mistress. She would have recognized signs of distress before I was willing to give in. It warmed my heart to know that she stayed. It also embarrassed the hell out of me. Knowing she watched all those guys fuck my face and ass, treating me like nothing more than cum dump. Yes, I had read stories and watched videos of that scenario; unlike everything that had happened so far, I wasn’t sure I wanted to try that in real life. I thought for a couple minutes before I answered.

“You Ankara escort were OK with me licking their pussies? I mean, I know you let me with Ellie, but this feels different.” I replied.

“I tried to think of it as only cleaning up, not so much that you were licking other women’s pussies. Sounds like splitting hairs and doesn’t make sense, but it worked for me in the moment.” Hope answered.

“And now?”

“I’m still OK with it, just don’t expect it to happen back home.”

“Of course not,” I was thinking, “we don’t have any friends, at least that we know of, that would partake in this type of activity with us.” Out loud to Hope, “No, I wouldn’t think so. And,” I continued, “what I like about ‘clean up duty’ with you isn’t necessarily that I’m licking cum from your pussy. I mean, yes, I love being ‘forced’ to eat my own cum, but it’s more about being able to make you cum, to give you pleasure. With those women, it was just lick clean then they were gone. I didn’t get the satisfaction of making them cum.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to make that up to you over the next few weeks. I’ll sacrifice myself and let you make me cum with your tongue all you want.”

“Be careful what you promise…” I replied with a fake menace in my voice. Well, at least as menacing as I could make it sound.

There was one last thing to talk about. “What about your load count written on your body?” she asked.

“That’s humiliating as hell. I don’t know how many people are here and how many of them were in the room yesterday. Now whenever I walk around people will see that and either know what I did, or have a good idea. Maybe you’ll let me wear a shirt?” I asked hopefully?

“Yeah, that’s not happening. You wanted to play out your humiliation fantasy, what better way than this? Well, I know one better, but….” she trailed off. “Is it too much?” she asked. “I can always break my rules, because they are mine to keep or break,” she said with amusement in her voice.

Answering honestly, “I don’t know,” I answered and said my ‘mantra,’ “there’s only one way to find out.” And I meant it. I was willing to give it a try.

After our talk we headed to bed. I slept more soundly than I had in a long time, and managed to sleep in later than Hope. When I woke up I realized that the writing on me hadn’t faded in the shower last night. I was really hoping that Mistress wouldn’t make me go out without a shirt today.

She did, but fortunately only for breakfast, and for that I had to wear a shirt and shorts, the writing was covered. Spared a little humiliation. To ensure that I wasn’t completely humiliation free, Mistress reminded me that likely all of the guys in the dining room fucked me yesterday, either my mouth, my ass, or both. She asked me, loudly enough to cause a few people to look at us and smile, if she made me suck their cocks now I would remember if they came in my mouth yesterday just from the taste of their cum I sat there blushing. I had no idea how to answer that. Mistress was not deterred by my lack of answer, just as loudly noting that I swallowed so much cum yesterday I probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. I was just trying to finish my breakfast quickly so we could get out of there. Nope, not in time.

I watched as Miss walked into the room, spotted us, and made a beeline for our table. The women started talking about yesterday, about me like I wasn’t even there. Miss told Hope she was surprised I was able to sit down. And how she’d never seen anyone take cock so naturally. The conversation wasn’t quiet, but that was the point. While I sat there trying to shrink into my seat, Miss asked Hope if she had any questions or needed anything. After Hope asked a couple, Miss said she needed to get going, she had another class today. She reminded Hope that she had her contact information and that she could reach out anytime.

After Miss left we finished eating and headed back to our room. Once there Hope offered me the only choice before a ‘session’ of the whole trip. I was surprised to have that opportunity. She told me I had the choice only because it was our last full day there, we were headed home in the morning. Later she told me she gave me the option not knowing how sore I was from the day before, and if I’d had enough and wanted time with just her. Time with her sounded great, but I knew we had plenty of that when we got home – the benefits of being empty nesters.

The choice was just chill out all day, spending time by the pool or wherever else I wanted, or to invite Ezra and Ellie over for one last play session. I didn’t even have to think about it, “When can they be here,” I replied.

Turns out, I was going to get both. Ezra and Ellie weren’t going to come over until the evening, leaving us the rest of the morning and afternoon free. Mistress decided we’d take one last stroll around the property, one last day of hanging at the pool. We headed out for our stroll. I reluctantly followed her out the door in just my cage. Escort Ankara We hadn’t even encountered anyone else yet and I could feel my face burning. As we got to the elevator Hope (or was she Mistress right now?) said, “You’re so red. I know we haven’t gotten any sun yet, so….” her voice trailed off, “must be you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.” She looked at me expecting an answer.

“You know that’s not it.”

“Then what is it? Why are you so red?”

“You know. Walking around with this writing on me like a billboard.”

“Awwww, that’s OK honey,” she mocked me, “everyone here saw how much you like cock yesterday, they all already know.”

“Doesn’t make it less humiliating.” I huffed.

“I know, that’s why it makes me so wet,” she replied. “Safe word?” she asked.

“Green. I like being humiliated, I really do. No matter how hard it is at the time.”

“Then, let’s go enjoy the resort one last time,” she said as the elevator doors opened.

So we did, we walked around, then hung out at the pool. I did my best to avoid eye contact with everyone. I didn’t want to see their reactions to me, so I mostly walked with my head down. We talked about whatever popped into our heads, dozed on the loungers under the protection of umbrellas, then returned to our room. By how red I felt the whole time, you would have thought I was out in the sun all day. Back at the room, we ordered a late lunch/early dinner, then watched TV until Ezra and Ellie arrived.

They were both dressed casually and still managed to look hot as hell. Maybe it was just all the sex this week, being locked and not being able to get off, or even get fully hard. Maybe because I knew we were going to play with them. Who knows, and who cares? Little did I know the scene had already started.

Ezra walked over to Mistress and wrapped his arm around her waist, turned her into him, and started to kiss her. Not just a peck on the cheek or lips, full on kissing her. I watched as Mistress pressed her body into Ezra and returned the kisses as passionately as he was giving them. His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. I was stunned. So much so that I didn’t realize Ellie had moved behind me. I realized that she had when she pressed her body against my back and reached around, cupping my balls and caged cock in her hand. She whispered in my ear, “We only play together. I don’t want you getting any ideas, I’m just here to watch.” With that, she let go of me and stepped away. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of me.

Ezra broke the kiss, and with his hands still on Mistress’ ass said to her, “You must be horny as hell from this week. I know you’ve had his tongue to satisfy you, but I bet you want a real cock to fuck. And,” looking over at me, “even if he weren’t locked up, there’s no way you’d get any satisfaction from that tiny thing.” Did he really just say that?

Looking into his eyes, Mistress breathlessly replied, “So horny.”

“Let’s take this into the bedroom, I’m sure we can find a way to give you some relief.” Then to me, “Lead the way to your bedroom, I’m going to take care of your wife.”

I was dumbfounded. Was Mistress really going to have sex with another man? Not that I minded, at least I didn’t think I would. I’ve been open with my fantasies and desire to watch her fuck another guy. Still, completely caught off guard, I didn’t move.

Breaking free from Ezra’s embrace, Mistress walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and said, “It’s OK if you don’t really want this to happen. I’m ready to make another of your fantasies come true. And honestly, after being here all week, I really want this. I only turn 50 once, too.” she said with a wink.

“Are you sure,” I asked her, still bewildered.

“Very.” She kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth with more force than I can remember in a long time. Breaking the kiss, “If you don’t believe me, slide your hand in my pants and feel how wet I am for yourself.” I did, she was!

“Now, lead the way to the bedroom.”

As I walked into the bedroom I heard Ezra slap Mistress’ ass. Clearly she was surprised as she let out a gasp.

Once in the bedroom it became clear that Ezra was in charge. “Undress your wife for me,” he commanded. I felt like my mind was stuck between overthinking and autopilot. I started to unbutton Mistress’ shirt while trying to wrap my brain around what was happening, what I thought was going to happen, how I felt about it. Was Ezra really going to take my wife in front of me? Was Mistress really going to let him? Judging by how wet she was, I already knew the answer to the last question.

I didn’t really think about how I wanted to undress her, that was the autopilot part. After unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it off her shoulders I reached behind her and unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms. She helped take the rest of the way off her and tossed it on the floor. I lowered my head towards her nipples, wanting Escort Bayan nothing more than to take them in my mouth and suck them. Her hand on my forehead stopped that, telling me, “These are for Ezra today, not you.” She leaned into me and whispered so only I could hear her, “Stop overthinking and just go with it.” She knows me so well.

Understanding, I sank to my knees, my face only inches from her pussy. I could smell her arousal and it was making my cock hard in my cage. I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and started to slide them down her hips. She shimmied to help me. As they bunched up around her legs she stepped out of one pant leg, then the other. Standing there in just her thong she was sexy as hell. The thong itself was soaking wet, sticking to her pussy lips.

I reached up and tucked my thumbs under the waist of her thong. When I did, I moved my face closer to her, having already been scolded that her body was for Ezra I didn’t try to lick her. I could feel her heat! Slowly I slid the thong down. She parted her legs just a little to free it from between her thighs. A string of her wetness clung to it as I slid it down her legs. As with her pants, she stepped out one leg at a time. I tossed the pile of clothes into the corner of the room. Standing there naked, she was glorious. Her shaved pussy, lips glistening with her moisture. “Go undress Ezra for me,” was all she said.

Ezra was close enough all I had to do was turn around and shuffle on my knees to get to him. He was wearing a polo and shorts. Undressing him didn’t take long. I stood and slid the shirt up over he head and he pulled his arms out. I tossed the shirt onto the pile of clothes in the corner and knelt back down in front of him, just like I had Mistress. It wasn’t lost on me the submissiveness of the position. I unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. His semi-hard cock was clearly visible in his boxer briefs. I slid those off as well. When they reached his feet he placed his hand on my head and stepped out. His cock was less than an inch from my face, I could feel the heat as I had from Mistress. I didn’t have the same urge to suck his cock as I did to lick Mistress’ pussy. Not that I wouldn’t have, I just didn’t have that strong of a need. Not surprisingly, it turned out I was going to anyway. I tossed his clothes into the corner on top of Mistress’.

From behind me Mistress said, “You already know I’m wet and ready. Get Ezra’s cock hard for me.” This is really going to happen, he’s going to fuck her right in front of me. Opening my mouth, I took his still semi-hard cock in my mouth and started to gently suck it. I caressed his head with my tongue, flicking it into his cum hole, then swirling on the sensitive spot on the bottom of his head before taking it all into my mouth. I know how much I LOVE when Mistress takes my soft cock into her mouth, feeling it grow harder. I did the same for Ezra. It only took about 10 seconds until I had him fully hard.

Pulling his hips back with his hand on my forehead he freed his cock from my mouth. “It’s time for your wife to suck my cock. Again.” A reminder that she had already sucked it once a couple of days ago, right before he fucked me in the ass. Unfortunately, I was not able to actually see it that time, he was standing with his back to me, between me and Mistress. “Go sit in the chair,” he instructed.

Rising from my knees, I looked at Mistress. She had an excited look on her face, but I could see apprehension in her eyes. “Please, Mistress, suck Ezra’s cock for me,” I said to her. I wanted to reassure her that I was OK with this. As I sat down in the chair, Mistress dropped to her knees in front of Ezra. They were turned so I was looking at them sideways, there was no way I was not going to be able to see this.

Mistress shifted so her head was against his far hip and turned her face towards mine. Looking me in the eye, she stuck her tongue out and licked Ezra’s head. I could see the moisture wetness from her tongue on him. I’m pretty sure there was some precum being mixed in. Speaking of precum, I felt a stream from my cock running down my ball sack.

Mistress licked his entire shaft, from tip to base and back up to tip, never breaking eye contact with me. That was the hottest thing to happen all week so far. Then she turned her head so she was facing Ezra and slowly took his cock in her mouth, little by little sliding into her. Mistress has never had a good gag reflex, well good as you’d describe for blow jobs, so she stopped with a little under half of his cock in. Then she slowly started back off. Then back on, building up a rhythm, stopping occasionally to turn her head towards me and lick his head. I couldn’t believe I was actually watching Mistress suck another cock. I was mesmerized. I couldn’t help but compare how much of his cock she could get in his mouth compared to how much I could. I was oddly proud of being able to take more. “Now I know where you learned to suck cock so well.” he said to me.

Mistress popped his cock out and replied to him, “You’re so much bigger than he is, I can only get a little of you in my mouth. I can take almost all of his cock.” At that Ellie chuckled, “I’d have to take your word for it since I’ve only ever seen him in that tiny cage. Must be small, though, to fit in there.”

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