Six months prior to her fiftieth birthday Kelly Matlock said to her husband Corey, "I'm gonna be fifty years old and I've never done anything really exciting in my life." She and her husband had actually been leading an exciting life: traveling extensively, going to the latest musicals, plays, ballets, operas and concerts and playing tennis and golf. They took dancing lessons hiked and camped and did some rock climbing. Both even bungee jumped from the bridge in Victoria Falls in Africa.
He felt badly that his wife was down at the moment Corey Matlock but also felt good that he had begun planning a special party for her. Though it would be a surprise that she would have no way of expecting it, making it a complete surprise would be impractical. In order to make it come about for her in the way he was planning he had to tell her about the party as a ruse to pull off the truly outrageous event that he was working on. "I was thinking about renting a suite at the Ritz-Carlton and having a party that you'll never forget baby."
The Ritz-Carlton in Laguna Beach, California overlooks the Pacific Ocean. According to its well-travelled guests it is the most beautiful hotel site in the world, with a price tag to prove it. Always the typically frugal wife Kelly said, "Can we really afford such an expensive spot honey?"
"Hey sweetie you spent a lot of money on my fiftieth. So I just want to prove to you that you have been worth at least as much to me."
When Corey and Kelly met in college in the late fifties it was an era of sexual naiveté, a time when sexual permissiveness was practiced by only "loose girls." Always the model of propriety Kelly was certainly not one of those. Through college Kelly would sometimes allow a man to fondle her breasts on a hot date. In her two serious relationships she drew the line at heavy petting where she would handle her lover's penis and allow him to put his fingers in her pussy. But she was a virgin when she married Corey.
As a typical couple Corey and Kelly's first few months of sex were two to three times a day, seven days a week. From there it was every day until their third year when it dropped off to an average of three times a week. During their child rearing years sex waned to twice a week which fell right in line with the average for all married couples who enjoyed healthy sex.
From their wedding night on Kelly proved that she was not only hot, she was always interested in anything Corey wanted to do ... things many people of her generation would definitely have considered kinky. Before seatbelts, which didn't come along till the mid-sixties, Corey would sometimes find it difficult to concentrate on the road while Kelly was bent over in her seat, bobbing on his cock while he drove. People behind them often thought he was alone in the car, driving like he had too much to drink. But their suspicions were always debunked when Kelly's head popped up on the passenger side and the car suddenly continued on without weaving.
Being a natural tease Kelly always sensed his coming orgasm and backed off, waiting for him to collect himself then go back down on him, prolonging the erratic driving for a few more miles. She was also a bit of an exhibitionist. Whenever a big truck or an eighteen wheeler would pull alongside of them when she was giving head, especially if there were a passenger in the cab, she would look up, grin at the passenger and give him, or her, a gleeful grin then go back down on Corey's cock. This usually got a long blast from the truck's air horn.
Many nights Corey and Kelly would sit opposite each other in a restaurant and get each other off under the table with their stockinged feet. Once, while they were alone doing a clean-up chore in the chapel of their church Kelly insisted that she ride Corey's cock while sitting in the Pastor's chair by the altar, taking a chance that someone would come in and discover them. When VCR's became popular Corey rented straight sex porn videos. Kelly loved them.
During the first two early years of their marriage while they were living in Huntington, West Virginia they were constant friends with two local couples who attended their church. Once during a party the two couples split from one another and started kissing the other's spouse. They urged the Matlocks to join in. To Corey's disappointment Kelly adamantly declined; something she had never done with others of his requests. While the friendship came to an abrupt end Kelly wondered from time to time if swinging might have been something she would have enjoyed. They discussed it every now and then, wondering what became of their one time friends. But the opportunity hadn't presented itself again.
While their children were growing up they had to sneak their fucks, feeling like naughty teenagers when they did. But as their sexual appetites matured they took weekends away from the kids. While away it was always at Kelly's suggestion that they search for the latest toys and sexy lingerie.
After the kids went to college Kelly's attitudes began loosening. Before kids they only rented straight sex porn's. With the kids gone she became interested in group and bisexual flicks. Once though, when Corey asked her if she might be interested in having sex with more than one man, she became irritated with the question, telling him, "Don't be stupid Corey. I'm strictly a one man woman." Her mixed feeling confused Corey as he considered the conversations they had about their days In Huntington.
In the year after her forty-sixth birthday Kelly's best friend Marta discovered that her husband had been cheating on her for years. After splitting with her husband Marta told Kelly, "I've been a good girl all my life, a model wife. Now I'm just going to fuck my brains out." Each time they had lunch after that Marta would fill Kelly in on her exploits, which got her so turned on that it would be Corey who would be getting get his brains fucked out.
Three months before Kelly's fiftieth birthday Corey met with Marta to ask her to help plan a party. Kelly had been filling him in on Marta's escapades. One night while relating that Marta had told her about being gangbanged by four guys Kelly attacked him to the point that after five hours of sex of sex Corey's cock was literally raw. Afterwards, when he asked her what happened to the "one man woman," he said "Four guys fucking you would have been much easier on me."
With a sheepish laugh she said, "Ya know what honey, back in West Virginia when I turned you down about swinging, I was sure that I did the right thing. But I've never stopped wondering what it would have been like. When you asked about other guys having sex with me I thought you might either be losing interest in me or you wanted to use me for some kind of perverted pleasure. But since Marta has been telling me about her sexual exploits I've really been envying her. The more I think about it Corey the hornier I get, and the more such things are appealing to me. Does that seem strange?"
"I don't think it is strange Kelly, I've had those thoughts for years but I'm a guy. Maybe it's just that you have reached a point in your life where you are looking for more adventure than one man can give you. But I've always let you know my feelings on that."
"Yes you have sweetie but until lately I've always been threatened by that. I've had the fear that maybe something would go wrong with our marriage. Maybe I shouldn't let Marta influence me the way she has been doing." As she thought about what she had just said a dreamy look came into her eyes. Lying back she put her hands behind her head and sighed. "And since she told me what it was like to have sex with four guys at the same time I can't stop thinking about it honey."
A couple days later when Corey told her that he wanted to plan a special birthday party for her he asked what she would like for a birthday present. With a saucy chuckle she said, "How about a gangbang. That might be fun." She said it as a joke but the way Corey heard it she was not joking.
He asked Marta to lunch and told her he was planning a party for Kelly. To make sure she understood that Kelly was feeding him everything Marta passed on to her about her sex life he told her. "I don't think there is much that I don't know about your sexual adventures Marta. She tells me everything."
Marta said that she wasn't surprised, "Kelly tells me everything you two do as well."
When he told Marta that Kelly joked about getting a gangbang for her birthday Marta said, "I'm not surprised at that either Corey. You know how misery loves company?" Corey nodded. "Well so does the joy of pleasure. Kelly's my best friend and I would love to her to experience the things I've been enjoying. Maybe I've been telling her a little too much. I know I've got her juices flowing. If you care about my opinion Corey your wife wasn't joking. She has this growing feeling that she is missing out on a lot of life that she would like to explore."
"Kelly envy's the hell out you Marta. I can tell by what happens every time she gets home from talking with you. She screws me 'til I'm raw." I'm almost positive that she would love a gangbang for her birthday present.
Marta said, "Sounds like you're looking for help from me."
"I am Marta. First I wanted you opinion which you have given me ... now? I just don't know how to go about setting it up."
Marta laughed and said, "I kinda thought so." Looking up and rolling her eyes into her head she pondered then said, "I think it would be good to introduce Kelly to the best providers of sex to me, Phillip Bosco and Mike Peterson. I'll set up a dinner for three couples; one of my regular friends will be with Mike Peterson. That way she can at least get some level of comfort with Phillip and Mike who are well 'versed' on the subject. They're two of my 'multiple' lovers and we've also swung together." She thought for a second then added, "I don't want to get your hopes up about swinging that night ... that takes some getting used to. But at least she can have an idea about the guys and not be shocked when they show up at her birthday party ... I'll keep working on her Corey so she will be more accepting of her surprised when she gets it."
Though Kelly never met Phillip and Mike she already knew they were Marta's 'regulars' and knew them by name. Throughout the evening of Marta's dinner Kelly, whispering tidbits into Corey's ear of Marta had told her about the men, about what each person was doing with whom and to whom. Corey got the men aside and exchanged business cards. Phillip and Mike told Corey that Marta had already given them a heads up.
Other than a lot of suggestive talk and double entendres Marta, as she had promised Corey, knew Kelly well enough not to pressure her too soon. But during the ride home it was déjà vu of their pre-seatbelt years. Kelly unbuckled her seatbelt and gave her husband a wild blowjob. It was clear to Corey that the entendres during the evening, the looks between Marta and her female friend and the suave sexuality of the two men set the hook in Kelly's mouth, which she was applying so vigorously on his swollen cock.
When he called the men at their offices the next week and gave them the details of the party each one was eager to be included. Phillip said, "Your wife is a spectacular woman Corey. No offense intended man, but I had a hard-on all night."
It was a week and a half before the big event; the surprise was shaping up nicely but Corey's understanding of a gangbang was four or more men. So far it was only Phillip, Mike and him. The surprise of all surprises came about through pure serendipity when a man by the name of Warren Thatcher called.
He knew the man but it had been years since he had last seen him. Thatcher and Kelly were high school sweethearts. He was captain of the football team, she was Homecoming Queen. Warren had been crushed when, in her sophomore year in college, Kelly threw him over for Corey. After Kelly married Corey they would run into Warren from time and had become friendly. Warren moved to Chicago where he became a successful lawyer and they lost touch. Through the transom they knew he had been married three times.
On the phone Thatcher was effusive about the girl he thought he would marry. He exhibited an old fashioned kind of respect for his old girl (Corey suspected it to be an unforgotten feeling of lust). "The reason for my call Corey is that I know Kelly's fiftieth birthday is coming up. She was incredibly special to me as you know. So I would like to send her a special gift for her big day, a case of Dom Perignon." While Corey was pondering his offer he said, "I'm just asking your permission pal. I know you'll be planning a 50th for her," he said and chuckled, "still can't believe we are both that old."
For Corey the call seemed too good to be true. "I'll gladly accept the champagne Warren. Not only am I having a party but I would love to have you there as part of the surprise." He didn't tell him what he really had planned but he felt confident from the way Thatcher had always ogled his wife when he thought neither he or she were looking, that he would go along with it. "I know its short notice Warren, and it's kind of far for you to travel, but how would you like to come? Kelly would be overwhelmed at seeing her old boyfriend at the party."
Thatcher thought he was kidding but Corey insisted ... told him that Kelly had come of age in more ways than one. He knew he was taking a bit of a chance but also knew that Thatcher had been married three times, thinking, He has to be a player.
Feeling the tension intensify on the other end of the line, Thatcher was becoming nervously conversational Bingo Corey thought. When he hears what I have in mind he might just call me an asshole and hang up. Maybe I should give him a day or so before I really spring it on him. "I know I've caught you by surprise Warren. Don't give me an answer today. Kelly will be thrilled by your gift regardless. But if you can come she'll be ecstatic to see you. I'll call you back the day after tomorrow. You can give me a yes or no then, ok?"
Two days later he called Thatcher's office. Warren was in conference with a client but called back two hours later. "I'd love to come," He said.
"Well okay Warren, great. Now that we have gotten this far I had better give you a little background on what our gift to Kelly is going to be." He paused then went on, "We're all adults Warren but there are some things you should know about what has been going on with Kelly. I don't want you to be caught off guard."
Clearing his throat Corey continued. "My 50th was two years ago Warren. Kelly threw a surprise party for me. She hired a stripper who delivered my musical Happy Birthday. Before she left she had my nose between her tits and ended up sitting naked on my lap, wiggling her ass on my hard dick ... I'm sure you know the drill."
"He-he," came across the line. "I've been married three times Corey and I've been to that same party more than once. And I know that the hooker does more than just wiggle her naked ass on the guy's hard dick."
"It embarrasses me to say Warren that it didn't go any further than that." He cleared his throat and went on, "Kelly was disappointed. She asked me what I would have done had the girl wanted to do more. I told her that I thought she might wanted me to try but wasn't sure. Kelly told me that she had negotiated a bonus for the girl in the event that it had gone further."
"So," Thatcher asked, "what stopped you?"
"I never told Kelly but I-I actually got stage fright and my hard-on wilted. I was embarrassed."
"So," Thatcher said, "you guys have never been involved in swinging?"
"No," Corey answered. "I tried to get Kelly interested a couple of times but she wouldn't have anything to do with it ... said she was a one man woman."
There was a chuckle on the other end. "That's too bad; you guys would have loved it. But that's the Kelly I knew. I figured when she threw me over for you, you might have gotten further than I did. But she was adamant about wanting to be a virgin when she got married. God bless her for sticking to her guns. Don't get me wrong Corey but I would have dearly loved to have gotten into Kelly's pants."
Football hero/cheerleader thing, I always wondered. Nice touch if he's saying he didn't when he did. "Anyway, things are changing with Kelly, maybe it's the age and facing menopause. Don't worry about me being pissed off about you saying you would have liked to have gotten into her pants ... lots of guys have told me that." Laughing almost uncontrollably Corey got Thatcher laughing when he said, "Besides I'm asking you to come to her party to get into her pants. Strange world isn't it?"
"Could there be another reason," Thatcher asked?
On the defensive Corey answered, "With what you said about her in high school I would bet my life that I'm the only guy she's had sex with."
"So what else has changed?"
Corey could see how interested Thatcher was in coming to party.
He told him about Kelly's best friend Marta and how after her divorce she decided that she was going to 'fuck her brains out.' He explained how Marta had been telling Kelly about all the sex she was having, including the gangbang ... that she had seduced Kelly into a desire to have sex with multiple partners. There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line. Corey sensed that Warren was licking his lips and would have taken bets that his hand was kneading his cock through his trousers.
Thatcher said, "And just how many um people will be at this party Corey?"
There will be four Warren, including you. Marta, Kelly's friend is in on it, two of the guys that will be there are her regulars. She will drop in after the party has gotten started."
"So," Thatcher said, "Just so there is no misunderstanding or false anticipation on my part, what have you got planned?"
"Kelly has always talked about you Warren. I figure that had I not come along she would have wanted to marry you."
"Funny," Thatcher said, "had I married Kelly she would probably have been my only wife. I've always envied you that."
"Lately she seems to be obsessing on you. Just the other night she said to me, 'I wonder what Warren would have been like.' Corey paused. "I figure that with the surprise of you being there she will be a pushover. I hope you don't think I'm being crass but I would like to give you first dibs on your old girlfriend to get the evening started."
With another chuckle Thatcher said, "What a small world this is getting to be. Imagine (he seemed to be in a zone) Kelly Barclay and me on her 50th birthday. There was a lawerly attempt at righteous indignation that was well played. Good lawyer, Corey thought, keeping his mirth to himself. After mild protests Warren said, "I've been in on gangbangs before. But I can assure you Corey Matlock this one will be the highlight of my life. By the way, four is a nice number."
Not having an idea of what her husband was planning Kelly approved the guest list of thirty people but she knew that everybody wouldn't be able to come. "It'll be a formal affair," her husband told her but didn't mention Warren Thatcher's name.
"You're not going to be having a Chippendale's stripper coming are you?"
"No baby, nothing like that. I'd be afraid that you would be more receptive to him than I was to your surprise."
"Wimp," she chuckled and said with a wink. "I prepared myself for that but I don't know what I would have done had I actually seen her sit down on your cock," laughing unconvincingly.
On the night of the party when they walked into the lobby of the swank hotel there was a large sign that said, "Happy Birthday Kelly Matlock." Corey was wearing a tux and Kelly was dressed in a long, backless, black gown, no bra. The dress was low cut exposing her elegant cleavage highlighted by a simple string of pearls. The gauzy fabric of the dress highlighted her large nipples. Her smooth, tight hips showed no panty lines. She was a fanatic about fitness and at fifty she was remarkably well preserved. Corey was nervous with anticipation of what was to come. Was she really joking when she suggested sex with multiple partners? We'll soon find out.
As they approached the suite the door was open. With a nervous smirk Kelly looked at her husband. The fact that there was so little noise coming from a suite where so many people were supposed to be gathering triggered an alarm in her brain. "Are you sure the invitations were clear, Corey?"
When they entered the large suite where just three men were standing by the bar Kelly looked at the men dressed in tuxedos. Suspicion was beginning to form in her eyes that peripherally glanced at her husband. Looking full on she recognized Phillip and Mike, the men who were at Marta's dinner party. But where are the women? "Corey?" And who is the other man? "Corey?"
Phillip and Mike were standing together, both nursing drinks. They smiled and said happy birthday to Kelly and hi to Corey. A third man with his back turned stood at the bar. She couldn't understand where the other people were, this was supposed to be a couple's party. And why isn't Marta here?
Her stomach dropped which added to her troubled look and she demanded, "COREY." The man at the bar was holding a towel over the neck of a champagne bottle. He twisted it, muffling a pop, and began filling the five flutes lined up on the bar. "Corey?" Kelly asked again, this time in an anxious, trembling little girl voice.
The man at the bar turned and faced her. With a broad smile he said, "Your champagne, Mrs. Matlock," handing her the glass. Then, as if he were the waiter, he served the rest of them. Kelly hadn't yet recognized him but the voice was beginning to register.
"To the fifty wonderful years of your life Kelly Barclay," he said using her maiden name. Raising his glass, he added, " ... and the three wonderful years of our youth."
It was like she had raced through the tunnel of her life at light speed when recognition finally hit her in the face. WARREN THATCHER, " she exploded. Her eyes locked on her husband's then swung to Thatcher, "WARREN," and again to her husband's. "COREY?"
Like a serial camera Kelly's eyes clicked on Thatcher's face; it was almost like you could hear the motor of the camera advancing the frame. "WARREN!" She looked in disbelief at Corey then Phillip then Mike ... again at Corey. The muscles in her jaw rippled and flexed, color draining from her face before crimson tinged her cheeks again. "Oh my God," she whispered then shouted "Oh My GOD!"
Holding his glass high Corey said, "To Kelly and the gang." Three men echoed his toast and drank. But Kelly was too astonished to drink. Like a deer frozen by headlights on a country road she was unaware how the headlights under her braless dress were shining on their own.
Corey nodded to Warren who walked over and wrapped Kelly in a bear hug. Lifting her off her feet he looked over at Corey to be sure of his approval. Corey nodded and winked. Putting her down, Warren lifted her chin and kissed her lips. Both peered out of the corners of their eyes at her husband. Accepting his nod of approval as a command Kelly allowed the kiss and let it stir sweet memories of a simpler time. Exhaling the pressure in her lungs she opened her lips for the tongue that once belonged to her high school sweetheart.
As Phillip, Mike and Corey looked at each other and grinned Warren's hands dropped to Kelly's tight bottom, pulling her firmly against him. Breaking the kiss she looked again at her husband and asked, "Corey?"
With mixed emotions—excitement and jealousy—the stirring in his groin was undeniable. Through all of the planning and fantasizing Corey had sucked up his fear of what could be wrong about this, that he might lose his wife to her original lover. But he said. "Why don't you and Warren go into the other room Kelly," indicating the open door of one of the bedrooms with his eyes and the movement of his head. "Maybe you would like to catch up on old times," with a chuckle of false bravado he went on, "and take care of some unfinished business." Just to Kelly he added with a false smile, "You've talked about it Honey, you know?"
Looking at Kelly Warren grinned at her and asked, "You have?" Too embarrassed to respond Kelly's cheeks turned bright red and with a demure smile she nodded her head.
"Corey?" she asked again, this time in a whimper. Though his gut was tight and his knees quivered he waved her in with his hand to go ahead. With Warren holding her hand she hesitantly followed him into the bedroom.
When the door closed Philip and Mike looked at each other and said, "Well there they go." To the crestfallen Corey he laughed and said, "Don't worry pal you set us up for a hell of an evening." Mike echoed, "One hell of an evening."
Mellow from having imbibed the smooth Dom Perignon the three men took off their jackets and loosened their ties. At first there had been nothing behind the door but silence. Within five minutes though there was giggling and laughter then silence. Soon they could make out the cooing sound of Kelly being pleasured.
With unsure feelings but a rock hard erection Corey glanced at his compatriot's crotches, making out the bulges of their hardening cocks that dangled in their pants like bananas. When he heard the urgent sounds of Kelly's ecstasy mixed grunts from Thatcher then screams from the man and woman behind the door it was all he could do to keep from creaming his jeans. He resisted the urge to barge in and stop the ravishment of his wife. Suddenly there was no sound at all.
Throughout the vigil Mike and Phillip shared knowingly looks, enjoying the preamble to what promised to be preposterous sex for them. Knowing that Corey was nervous Mike patted his shoulder and assured, "It's going to be great, Corey." He winked and said, "From my experience most women take at least a couple times to get used to this kind of party. You wife however seems to have fallen right into it. She's such a hot fucking woman."
Shaking his head in agreement Mike said, "But bringing Warren into the mix pal—her high school boyfriend—that was a stroke of fucking brilliance." Lifting his glass he reiterated, "Absolute brilliance."