Chapter 1

“I’m gonna be fifty years old, Corey, and I’ve never done anything really exciting in my life.” She and her husband had 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. But Corey Matlock, husband of Kelly, knew exactly the kind of excitement his wife was referring to.

Kelly Barclay had been a cheerleader in college, an overly exciting girl to start with. She wasn’t a fashion model but had that spark that made guys want to be with her. It seemed that no matter where Kelly was several guys were hanging around her. Corey felt lucky to be going with her and initially thought that he would be enjoying tons of sex with her. But he soon found that while she was quite open-minded in their discussions and joked about sex, she was possessive when it came to giving up her virginity and she was deadly serious that only her husband would get it on their wedding night.

There was no issue of Kelly being a prude or a cock-tease, she was enthusiastic about Corey feeling her up when they were making out. The first time he tried to force intercourse though she got mad and pouted about it. The second time she was in the act of giving him a hand job when he tried it again. She didn’t get mad or pout that time but merely went down on his cock and fellated him to the point of letting him come in her mouth. That she swallowed so comfortably made him understand that she was no beginner at this and loved doing her part up to the point of losing her cherry and knowing that about her excited Corey to the point that he was determined that she would be his wife.

During their marriage, they were an enthusiastic and sophisticated couple that had few sexual restrictions. They both communicated openly and discussed what they thought the proper boundaries of sex were. Kelly even told Corey that when he traveled and thought he needed sex she understood a man’s sexual needs. “If you think you need it, honey, I know for a male it’s no more than a physical act. Mom and Dad convinced me of that. If you fool around out of town, I’ll understand. Make sure you always wear a condom; I don’t need any STDs. But if you fool around at home and I find out about it I won’t be around for long.”

After they had celebrated their 25^th anniversary Corey asked Kelly if there was anything she ever thought she might like to enjoy sexually that she hadn’t. She admitted that sometimes she had a fantasy of being served by several men at the same time. When he pressed her on the subject and asked her why she said, “I love everything about our lovemaking Corey, and I love your cock, wherever I have it. But sometimes I think I would love to feel it in my pussy, my mouth, and both of my hands at the same time. He-he and sometimes when we make love I imagine that I am a princess, or a queen being served by men in my court. But that only occurs to me when you are satisfying me the most. You’re all I need, you know. Just the same strange images sometimes enter my mind, and I can’t get rid of them until after we’re both exhausted.”

He tried to expand on what she told him and suggested that they might find a couple they could swing with, but she pooh-poohed it and wouldn’t even consider such a relationship. A couple of times when he brought up the “gang bang” scenario he asked if the images were of strangers or people she knew. At that point, she told him, “I don’t know why you keep pursuing this Corey, these are only fleeting images in my mind. But if I were serious enough to consider it, which I never would, it would have to be with men I know and would feel comfortable with.”

“Might there be someone with whom you would like to be involved in this way?” He asked.

“Hmm,” she considered, “Warren Thatcher has always been in the fantasies.” Warren was her high school sweetheart. They went away to the same college together with the idea of getting married when they graduated. He was a football hero in high school and played on the college team as well. Kelly was a cheerleader in high school and was selected for the cheer team in college. By everyone’s standards, Warren and Kelly were the perfect couple who would marry one day. Kelly thought so as well. But the adoration of the more sophisticated girls in college was too much for Warren and he broke her heart by cheating and then dumping her.

In her junior year, she started dating Corey Matlock and fell very much in love with him. While Thatcher would never be far from her mind, she found that Corey was much more caring and concerned for her welfare than Warren ever would have been. It was through Warren’s cheating on her that she decided to be lenient with her husband’s urges to stray when he was away from home. That decision made their marriage quite healthy and without stress. But Corey understood when Kelly said, “Warren Thatcher, of course.” He too had a first love in high school that broke his heart and often thought of her. But he knew that Kelly was such a treasure that he would never find a girl that would match her.

Sometime after Kelly’s 45^th birthday while they were making love Kelly was down on Corey’s cock giving him Head he asked, “Do you ever think that my cock could be Warren’s while you’re sucking me, Love?”

When her eyes flicked up into her head and she stopped sucking her husband she realized that she often wondered what it would be like to have her old boyfriend fucking her. With a shy but guilty smile, she said, “Yes.”

He wasn’t shocked. After all, he sometimes thought of his high school girlfriend when he ate at Kelly’s pussy, not to mention some of the more spectacular one-night stands he had had over the years. What surprised him was, when Kelly resumed sucking him, she bobbed furiously on his cock like she had never done before until he came which made him think, Either she is guilty about what she said and was trying to make it up to me. Or maybe my asking her turned her on to the point where she wanted Warren’s cum in her mouth rather than mine ... or perhaps along with mine. Hmmm. The prospect made the wheels turn in his head. From that point, the gang bang scenario started playing more prominently in his mind.

On her 47^th birthday, he gave her a gag gift of a ten-inch, very realistic dildo and told her that it was Warren’s cock. She giggled and said, “Does this mean you’ve been naked with Warren Thatcher before?” They began playing with the cock in their sexual play, sometimes fucking her with it and then putting it in her mouth while he fucked her. On her 48^th he gave her another dildo and called it “Phillip,” one of Marta’s friends he knew Marta had been swinging with. Then on her 49^th, he gave her another dildo which he called “Mike,” another of Marta’s friends.

The dildos became a frequent part of their sexual play where she would take it in her mouth and hold one of the others in each hand while they fucked. As Kelly approached her 50^th birthday she wondered what kind of ridiculous cock thing might I get this year. Though she took the gifts with a grain of salt she always enjoyed them, their use made her dwell more on the possibility that one day before she became too old for sex, she might enjoy the real thing. Then she would laugh and say, “I’m being so silly.”

In a way, Warren Thatcher was a phantom in Corey’s closet. He was Kelly’s “true” love. Corey knew him well enough in college to know that everybody considered him a nice guy ... women though, a real catch. When Thatcher threw Kelly over Corey watched from afar as she mourned his loss. In a way, he hated Thatcher for making the girl he thought was such an ideal female so sad. At the same time, he rejoiced when they broke up, hoping to become the guy who would be there to pick up the pieces. Though he did so beautifully and became the proud and happy winner of one of the most desired girls on campus, and finally her husband, he still sensed the invisible presence of Kelly’s previous love. In thinking about Kelly’s 50^th Birthday he wondered where Thatcher was and how he could get hold of him. He had heard that the man had been through three marriages. But he felt sure that Kelly would still love to have sex with him, at least once. She had said so both in their love play and in jest. So, he figured that if he could find Warren Thatcher, he would invite him to Kelly’s party for sure.

Once the wheels were set in motion, he felt sure that his wife would go for the group sex they had talked about and fantasized about in fun. Phillip Bosco and Mike Peterson (the Phil and Mike whose dildos completed the triumvirate of fake cocks that included Warren Thatcher’s) were on the guest list. According to Marta (Kelly’s best friend), he was sure that both Phil and Mike would jump at the chance to frolic in a romp with Kelly. If he could find Thatcher, he thought the party would be a slam dunk.

In talking with Phil and Mike, once they understood that Corey was serious about it, they didn’t need much convincing. “Are you sure she would go along with it?” They asked. They had never met Kelly. But the way Corey had always talked about his wife with them, and the way Marta described her, they were ready to jump in with both feet.

Two months before her birthday Corey still hadn’t located Warren Thatcher. With Phil and Mike in the plans, he had the makings of a party but needed to find the piece that would really make it a blowout. But as the day of her birthday neared Corey was getting cold feet. Marta was the one who suggested it. He had to make sure that Kelly would be right with the idea.

In the year after Kelly’s forty-sixth birthday, her 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 that night.

A month before Kelly’s fiftieth Corey met with Marta to ask her to help in planning the party. His wife had been filling him in on Marta’s escapades and had told him that Marta had just told her about being gangbanged by four guys. By the time she had finished telling what Marta had told her about it she was so horny that she attacked him so severely that after three hours of sex, his cock was literally raw. Afterward, when he asked her what happened to the “one-man woman,” he married he commented, “Four guys fucking you would have been much easier on me tonight.”

With a somewhat guilty 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 be losing interest in having sex with me or you wanted to use me for some kind of perverted pleasure. But since Marta has been telling me about her sexual adventures, I’ve begun to envy her. The more I think about it, Corey, the hornier I get and the kinkier things like that are appealing to me. Doesn’t that seem strange?”

“I don’t think it’s really that strange, Kelly, I’ve had those thoughts for years. But I’m a guy. Maybe it’s just that you’ve reached a point in your life where you’re looking for more adventure than one man can give you. But I’ve always let you know my feelings on that.”

“You always have, sweetie, but until lately I’ve always been threatened by such a thing ... that something might go wrong ... or that you might lose respect for me if I agreed. Whenever I’ve given it serious thought, I’ve been afraid if we followed through it might ruin our marriage. Maybe I shouldn’t let Marta influence me the way she has.” 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 hardly stop thinking about it, honey. It’s like I should go to a hypnotist to see if he could erase those thoughts from my mind.”

A couple of 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 present. With a saucy chuckle, she said, “How about a gangbang. That might be fun.” She said it as a joke, but Corey knew she wasn’t joking. Yet in a way, he wished that Marta and Kelly could stop being friends.

The next week he asked Marta to lunch and told her that he was planning a party for Kelly. To make sure she understood that Kelly was feeding him everything that Marta had been passing on about her sex life he said, “I don’t think there’s much that I don’t know about your sexual adventures, Marta. She tells me EVERYTHING.”

Marta laughed as she said that she wasn’t surprised, “Kelly tells me everything that 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 illicit pleasure. Kelly’s my best friend and I would love for her to experience some of the things I’ve been enjoying ... if she can manage it. Maybe I’ve been telling her too much. I know I’ve got her juices flowing. If you care about my opinion though, Corey, your wife wasn’t joking. She has this growing feeling that she is missing things in her life, things that she would like to explore—at least once ... to find out whether she would like it or not.”

“Kelly envies the hell out of you, Marta. I can tell that by what happens every time she gets home from talking with you. Each time there’s something juicy that you told her that day she screws me ‘til I’m exhausted. I might be wrong but I’m really getting the feeling that she would love to experience a gangbang for her birthday.

“Sounds like you’re looking for my help.”

“I am Marta. I wanted your opinion first. If you’re sure she would go through with it, I’ve decided that I want to make it happen. I just don’t know how to go about setting something up like that.”

Marta laughed and said, “I kinda thought so.” Looking up and rolling her eyes back into her head she pondered then said, “I think it would be good to introduce Kelly to the best providers of sex to me. That would be Phillip Bosco and Mike Peterson. I’ll set up a dinner for three couples; I’ll come with Phillip and Mike Peterson will come with one of my regular gal pals at work. Kelly knows about it but has never met them. That way she can at least get some level of comfort with Phillip and Mike who are well ‘versed’ on the subject.” She thought for a second then added, “I don’t want to get your hopes up about swinging the night we have dinner ... 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 so she will be more accepting of her surprise when she gets it.”

Though Kelly never met Phillip and Mike she already knew that they were Marta’s “regulars.” Throughout the evening of Marta’s dinner Kelly, Kelly whispered tidbits into Corey’s ear of what Marta had told her about the men, about what each person was doing, and to whom. Getting the men aside he exchanged business cards with them. Phillip and Mike told Corey that Marta had already given them a heads-up about what he was planning. After having met Kelly in the flesh he could see that they were both agog at being involved in such a celebration with such a hot woman. Other than a lot of suggestive talk and double entendres Marta, as she had promised Corey, knew Kelly well enough not to use too much too soon. But during the ride home it was déjà vu of their automotive pre-seatbelt years where Kelly unbuckled her seatbelt and gave Corey a hair-raising blowjob. It was clear to Corey that through the entendres during the evening, the looks between Marta and her female friend, and the suave sexuality of the two men that the hook had been set in his wife’s mouth, which she was applying so vigorously on his swollen cock on the ride home.

When he called the men at their offices the next week and gave them the details of the party each one eagerly agreed to be included. Phillip said, “Your wife is a spectacular woman, Corey. No offense intended man, but I had a hard-on all night.”