Happy Birthday Darling
A little about me
My name is Paul Collins. I am forty-nine and married to Anne. We live in the north of England and have been married for twenty-eight years. We have two children. David, who is twenty-six, and married to Amy. They have a son, Harry, who is four. Our daughter Claire is twenty-four, and she is married to James, and they have a daughter, Ellie, who is two.
We met when she was nineteen and I was seventeen. She was a virgin when we met, although I had been dating since I was thirteen, and lost my virginity when I was sixteen. She, however, had been brought up in a very strict Catholic household so had a limited and traditional idea of sex.
Our sex life hasn’t always the most adventurous. But we’ve been together a long time, over thirty years, and we’ve been blissfully happy, with hardly a cross word between us. She has always been up to trying new stuff, we’ve tried dressing-up and roleplay, as well as working our way through a good portion of the ‘Karma Sutra,’ early in our marriage. The most adventurous thing that we tried in the bedroom was that we experimented with anal early on in our marriage, though she seemed to find it pleasurable enough, it wasn’t a regular occurrence in our marriage and hasn’t been part of our bedroom routine for many a year now, nearly ten years if I’m not mistaken.
It would be fair to say that as we approached our fifties, like many other couples our sex-life had become predictable. It was still enjoyable, but not the most exciting, as we slipped into a routine.
We’d used porn regularly over the years and continue to do so to this day. The internet is a wonderful invention and over the years, we’ve watched a variety of movies. She knows that my all-time favourites involve threesomes, and especially with two men and one woman. This would usually end with a discussion about my fantasy, which was seeing her with another man.
When I first told her of my fantasy, she had been shocked. She’d admitted that she enjoyed watching those sorts of movies with me, and she certainly got turned on by them. But to hear that I wanted to take that into reality surprised her. She thought that if I was going to invite anyone into the bedroom, it would be another woman. But my premier fantasy was, and always has been, to see her with another man. Our conversations would always end with a sigh.
“I just don’t see me being able to go through with something like that Paul, even if you were serious.”
Over the years we’d playfully discuss who we’d bring in, but never seriously, and it’d always end with her rolling her eyes and smiling.
“Who would want someone my age anyway?”
However, eventually, she began to admit that the idea of another man in our bed excited her. It was just fantasy though, she’d always insisted that she’d never have the nerve to go through with it.
Or so we thought.
Diary entry: March 2017
Happy Birthday Darling
Her fiftieth birthday was two weeks away, and I was determined to do something special for her, and what would be more special than to give her the experience of a lifetime.
We’d just made love and as we lay in each other’s arms I reminded her of our conversations about sharing her. She sighed and turned my head to me. I saw her roll her eyes at me with her, ‘not this again’ look. I smiled and decided that I would have to just go for it and sat up.
I told her that I wanted to do something special for her fiftieth birthday and I again explained why I wanted it so badly, for her, and me.
“I want you to know what it is like with someone else darling. I find the idea of watching you with another guy so arousing. It’s not just in my head honey. I would like this to happen, and I’d like it to be on your birthday.”
There, I had asked her for straight. I asked her to think about it and left it at that. I fell asleep feeling quite hopeful, as she hadn’t immediately shot me down she said nothing at all, and we fell asleep in our favourite position, me spooning her.
A couple of days later, we were sat on the sofa watching TV, when out of the blue she asked me who I was thinking about? It took me a few seconds to realise what she was talking about, so I asked her, did that mean she wanted to do it? She shrugged her shoulders, she didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no. So, I pressed her. I asked her what were her concerns, other than being nervous?
She told me that what worried her the most, was how I’d react afterwards towards her. She didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardise our relationship, she didn’t want me becoming jealous. I tried to reassure her that I would be fine, but I would not push her, and if she wasn’t ready by her birthday, then it could wait. I’d rather wait than rush her and pressurise her so much that she says no out of fear.
That night in bed we had sex. It wasn’t our normal sex, this felt more primal. She was more aroused than normal. She was horny!
As she lay across my chest afterwards, I stroked my fingers through her hair. I told her that I would always be with her, I wouldn’t leave her alone unless she asked me to. She lifted her head and looked at me.
“Why would I want to be alone?”
I smiled. “I don’t know honey. But maybe you’d feel more comfortable without me watching.”
She stared at me, “this whole thing is because you want to watch me, Paul. So no, you won’t leave me alone.”
I nodded. She was right. I apologised. She lay her head back down and I continued to caress her. I felt her slowly falling asleep before she did, she sighed and looked at me.
I was struck dumb. I hadn’t thought that it’d get this far. Now I had to come up with a name. I told her that I’d think about it, and admitted that I’d never thought she’d agree, so hadn’t got anyone definite in mind.
The following day it hit me. I knew who it should be. She’d made it clear that she didn’t want a stranger, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of him the night before. It was so obvious, I couldn’t wait to get home to tell her.
When I told her, she was shocked. Brian was my best friend. I’d known him since we met at school when we were thirteen. He was my Best Man at our wedding, he and his wife are our kid’s Godparents, and I knew, he’d always had a thing for her. She was quiet for a few moments, then she asked me if I was sure.
Brian’s wife, Dianne, had died the year before. She was diagnosed and died from breast cancer within 3 months. He was devastated, as were his two kids. We were all shocked, I had known Dianne longer than he had, and she and Anne were very close. The four of us were as close as friends could be.
I’d spent weeks watching, as Anne comforted him. He also spent many nights at our house, he and Anne on the sofa, talking often crying together. She helped him through the worst period of his life. And now, he was getting better, but still spent too long on his own. I thought he would be perfect, and someone that my wife would trust implicitly. She didn’t reject me outright, so I knew that there was a chance.
My wife is gorgeous, but she does lack self-confidence. Both in herself, and her body. She constantly moans about herself, her looks, her size, her weight, everything. She is only five-foot-two tall, and like most of us at our age, she carries a few extra pounds, which she wears well, and I love. She’s not fat, as she claims, and I think that she’s very desirable. But I knew what she was thinking. She never considered herself to be sexy, or beautiful.
She didn’t see herself as I saw her, or as I knew others saw her. She constantly obsessed about her hips, her ‘baby-belly’, which hadn’t disappeared after having our kids over twenty years ago. She always cringed when I told her that I thought she looked sexy, it was that word, it always made her uncomfortable. She just didn’t see herself like that, as I did, and I knew that Brian still did.
She had the most magnificent breasts, and I told her about it constantly, she’d always roll her eyes at me and tell me that I was weird. But I knew that Brian also loved her breasts, 36C and still firm.
I reassured her that Brian would love to get his hands on her body and that I’d love to watch them, I also reminded her that he had always fancied her, so the chances of him saying no were slim. She asked me if I’d spoken to him? I told her that I hadn’t, then, I put the ball in her court.
“Should I?” I asked.
It took her a few seconds then she nodded, “okay.”
On Friday of that week, I went with Brian to see a local band play at our favourite pub. I used to play in a band early in our marriage, so live music is important to me, and we both support the local music scene as much as we can. We had a regular Friday night session together, but this night was going to be special, I had something to ask him. We had a great night, the band were awesome, and as we walked home, I broached the subject of Anne with him.
He looked at me as if I was mad.
“Are you fucking serious?” he asked.
I told him I was. We were.
He asked why him? I told him that there really couldn’t be anyone else to do it for her.
“You’re our best friend. She trusts you. And besides, you’ve had a thing for her for years. There isn’t anyone else Brian. Either it’s you, or it doesn’t happen at all.”
I remember he laughed when I mentioned ‘his thing for her’, it was true, and it went way back to when I first met her. He asked for time to think about it and we left it at that. He knew that her birthday was the following weekend, so I didn’t need to tell him the urgency of his decision. When I told Anne, I could tell that she was apprehensive. But she was also curious, I got the feeling that she had decided that she wanted to do it. And if she was going to do it, then it had to be him.
He called on Monday and asked to talk to Anne. I handed her my mobile and got up to leave but she grabbed my arm to stop me. I sat back down. They chatted, he had many questions for her, and I heard a lot of, “yes, uh-huh, of course.” It all sounded positive, then she hung up and turned to me.
“He said yes.”
My heart was pounding. My cock was hard, I kissed her and as I did, I slipped my hand under her skirt and into her knickers. She was wet. When I pointed out that she had got turned on as she talked to him, she blushed. We never made it upstairs to bed.
She tore at my shirt as I worked on her blouse. We were all fingers and thumbs, like two nervous teenagers.
“Never mind that Paul. Get your trousers off!”
She reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers off as I undid my trousers and pushed them to the floor. I stepped out of them and she hitched her skirt up around her waist and lay back on the sofa. I pushed my boxers down and my hard cock sprang free. She smiled as she lay down and spread her legs. I gazed upon her bush. I could see droplets of moisture clinging to her pussy hairs as I knelt between her legs and stroked my cock.
She was breathing heavier and I stared at her breasts rising and falling as I positioned myself between her legs, supporting myself on one arm as I guided my cock towards her hole. This was not our normal sex routine, no foreplay, no gentle kissing and caressing. She wanted fucking, and I wanted to fuck her.
I pressed the head of my cock between her lips and she moaned as I lowered myself onto her and pushed my cock home. She wrapped her hands around me as I slid inside her and began to fuck her. She hooked her feet around me and pulled me closer to her as she began to move against my thrusts, and I ground my pussy hard against her clit. She was moaning and crying out as I grunted and thrust into her.
“Oh, Paul! Oh god yes!”
I began to pound into her. This was pure lust now. I fucked her as I had never fucked her before. I was like an animal, and she was my mate. We both fucked each other as we filled the lounge with the sounds of our exertions.
I knew I was close when I felt her body begin to shake, she was going to come. Her legs gripped me tight as she tensed up and dug her fingers into my neck as she buried her face into my neck and screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She cried out as she shuddered. It was the last straw, and I grunted and thrust deep into her as I felt the first spurt of cum shoot out and into her as I collapsed onto her and I felt my cock jerk inside her and jet after jet of cum shot out into her.
She held me in her arms as I continued to fill her with my seed as she held me in her thighs. We both moaned. I lifted my head and stared into her eyes.
“I love you so much.”
She smiled and kissed me.
“I love you too.”
We lay together for a while, neither one of us wanted to move. We’d just fucked on the couch, something we hadn’t done in years.
We spent the rest of the week preparing for Saturday, her birthday. The plan was that we’d go out for a meal, then return to ours where it would happen. I had a plan and hoped that it would all work out and that none of us embarrassed ourselves.
She was like a different woman all week. She had her hair done, bought a new dress, new underwear. She even went to a spa and had her pubic hair tidied up. I was never a huge fan of the shaved pussy, nor was she, but she got it thinned and trimmed.
I’d spoken to Brian a couple of times in the days leading up to the weekend, he was as nervous as she was. He questioned me about her likes and dislikes. I told him to relax, he would find out himself. I reassured him that she would be like putty in his hands. Over a pint on Friday night I wanted to give him a final ‘pep-talk’, I had not seen him this nervous before and I tried to reassure him.
“Look, mate, she’s up for this, she wants you, you will only be the second bloke to have her, I want you both to enjoy it.”
He wasn’t convinced, I nudged him.
“Besides, when she sees how big you are, you’ll be fighting her off.”
We laughed, I’d seen him naked many times, I am just about seven inches erect, he is bigger, just over eight inches, but he is thick. Anne is quite petite, yet despite having had two children, her pussy is still tight. And it would be even more so with a cock of his girth.
When Saturday arrived, she was nervous. I could sense that she was anxious. I again told her that she didn’t have to go through with it. But eventually, she calmed down. Ultimately, she wanted to do it. It had taken over twenty-five years, but it was going to happen.
She looked stunning when she came downstairs, she wore a lovely simple blue dress that was perfect for her shape. She wore stockings, something that she rarely did, and she smelled beautiful. I held her and looked into her eyes then kissed her. I told her that I loved her.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said one last time.
She nodded, “I know, but I want to. Is that bad?”
I shook my head, she reached out and took my hand and looked into my eyes.
“Promise me, Paul. This won’t change things between us will it?”
I kissed her and told her that I was sure that it wouldn’t, but again gave her the chance to pull out. She took a deep breath and smiled.
“No, let’s go.”
I drove to Brian’s and picked him up, as he walked towards us, I smiled.
“Look at him, he’s terrified!”
She smiled, it seemed to relax her a little. We shook hands, he kissed her cheek, then we got in and drove to the restaurant.
The meal was lovely, the conversation was nervous, we were all excited, apprehensive, and aroused. At one point he noticed that her fingers were shaking, he put his hand on hers and told her that it was okay to change her mind. I waited for her response, she looked into his eyes and squeezed his hand.
“I want this Brian, we both want this.”
That was enough for me, I got the bill.
On the way to the car, I whispered for her to get in the back with him. As we drove away, I could see them in the rear-view mirror, she held his hand and rested her head against his. My hand dropped to my crotch, my cock was already hard.
At home, she poured the drinks as I put on a CD, classic love songs, all part of my plan. Brian sat on the couch as she came back with the drinks, after handing him his, I took the others from her and put them down and took her in my arms and danced with her. She felt so good in my arms, I kissed her.
“You look, beautiful darling.”
I told her, she rested her head on my chest. After a minute I stepped back and handed her to Brian.
He stood and took her in his arms, they danced, tentatively. I stepped behind him and took her hands and lifted them so that they were around his neck. Still, his hands were on her hips, I took one and placed it on her ass and looked at him, he smiled and squeezed her ass, I noticed that she pressed her body against his, I knew that she could feel his bulge. It took a while but eventually, she lifted her face and they kissed, I stood and watched my wife kissing my best friend in our lounge. At the end of the song, I broke in.
“Okay guys, the ice is broken, let’s take this upstairs.”
I walked out and they followed. She led him by the hand upstairs behind me.
In our bedroom there was an awkward pause, everyone looked at each other. I stood behind my wife and began to unzip her dress, as I did, I told Brian to get undressed, and I kept Anne facing him so she could watch. My cock was straining at my pants as I watched Brian undress, he never took his eyes from Anne, as I let her dress fall to the floor. He smiled when he saw the stockings.
“Oh, Anne leave them on please,” he asked.
Then he slipped out of his pants and stood in his boxers, his cock bulging in them. I unhooked her bra and let it fall, her breasts stood out, he stared.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
I left her knickers on, I wanted to see him take them off her. I held her as he slipped out of his boxers and stood up, his cock erect and pointing out at her, she stared, I heard her gasp. As Brian walked to her, I stepped away and as I checked the camcorder I watched as he held my wife and kissed her, she moaned as they kissed and I watched her melt into his arms, and I didn’t feel any jealousy at all.
On the bed he covered her in kisses, her nipples were so hard, he worked each one between his lips, as she writhed on our bed. She loved having her sensitive nipples sucked and he was doing a great job, slowly he worked his way down her body, as he did, he slid down her knickers then removed them, exposing her beautiful pussy, which, I could see from where I stood was so aroused. Her lips were engorged and swollen, her clit stood proud and I could see just how wet she was. He slipped between her legs, pushing them wide then clamped his mouth over her pussy.
This was almost too much for me as she arched her back then grabbed his head with her hands and pushed him into her pussy, she ground her pussy against his mouth. It had been a long time since I’d seen her react like this in that bed, and I loved it. It didn’t take long before she came, and when she did, she emitted sounds that I don’t think I’ve heard from her before. She locked his head in place with her legs, gripping him tight as she bucked up at his mouth, then almost lifting her back off the bed she cried out in pleasure, then fell back onto the bed, panting.
For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was rapid breathing from them both, the silence broken by me.
“Wow!” was all I could say.
Brian turned to me, he smiled, no words were exchanged, I knew that he was happy, he knew that I was happy, I just nodded, indicating that it was time. Slowly he lifted himself and slid up above my wife, she looked up into his eyes. I twitched as I saw her bite her lip nervously, she glanced towards me, I smiled and mouthed.
“I love you”.
As I did, I saw her screw her eyes closed, I looked and he’d pushed the head of his cock past her lips, he was stretching her as she’d only been stretched by her vibrator. He noticed and stopped, he looked at her.
“Should I stop?”
She shook her head and bit her lip as I watched as his butt muscles clench and he drove into my wife. She threw her head back, her mouth was open, but no sound came out. He rested for a few seconds to let her get used to it then he began to fuck her, long and slow.
Eventually, she got her breath back, she looked at me, there was a look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to push back at him as he quickened his pace.
Soon they were fucking, he was pounding into my wife and I couldn’t hold it any longer, I unzipped myself and took out my cock, wrapping my fingers around the shaft I stoked my cock and watched our best friend fuck my wife. My wife came first, arching her back and crying out as her orgasm ripped through her body, as she did, I couldn’t hold it, and I shot my cum all over our carpet, the strength of my orgasm almost making me faint. A few seconds after that I saw Brian give one last thrust and throw his head back as he shot his load into Anne.
Brian rolled off her and lay beside her, I walked over and sat beside her, she took my hand.
“Thank you, Paul.”
I smiled and kissed her. I looked down at her pussy as Brian’s cum dribbled out of her onto the duvet. We’d agreed to let him cum inside her as we knew that Brian, like me, had a vasectomy years ago, another reason for not choosing a stranger. I leaned over and kissed her, I stood up and said that I’d get the drinks. She held onto my hand, her eyes widened, the deal was that I wouldn’t leave her alone, I bent down and kissed her again.
“I’m going to get some drinks, you two have some fun.”
She stared at me, “I thought we agreed?”
I smiled and kissed her again.
“You’ll be fine. You want him, again don’t you?”
She bit her lip, embarrassed, and nodded.
I kissed her and whispered, “I’m not leaving you alone, I’m here. This one is just for you love, enjoy.”
She looked at me, “are you sure?”
I nodded and as I walked away heard Brian kiss her again and I left the room. I didn’t need to look back, the camcorder was still running.
I poured three drinks and sat downstairs for a while, I did want her to have this one, just for her, and for him. I know how much he’d wanted her and had done so since we were young. I crept upstairs and sat near the top, I could just see into the bedroom, I’d purposely left the door open.
As I neared the top, I could hear the bed creaking, he was fucking her hard again, and the noises coming from her were so arousing, she was more vocal than she had been for such a long time. Her moans and groans were beautiful to hear, I sat and listened to my wife getting fucked hard by my friend and she was loving every thrust.
When I walked in, they were both lying on their backs, she had her legs apart still, and again, his cum leaked out, he sure did cum a lot. I sat on the bed beside Anne and handed them their glasses, they pulled themselves up and sat up. Anne took a drink and looked at me.
“You didn’t have to do that Paul, I thought that we had an agreement.”
I smiled, “I know. But, did you enjoy it?”
And, for the first time, I noticed her blush, she nodded.
“I did. But I thought that you wanted to watch me?”
I stroked my fingers across her cheek.
“And I did. It was wonderful. I thought that you both might like some time without the pressure of another pair of eyes on you.”
She looked at me.
“And you’re okay with that?”
I nodded, “of course.”
She leaned her face against my hand and sighed.
I smiled and looked at Brian.
“And what about you Brian, was she as good as you thought she’d be?”
Even he was blushing.
“You know I’m not going to say anything different, that was special.”
I smiled, “good, so can we talk about doing this again?”
That caught them both out, they looked up at me, then at each other, it was Anne who responded first.
“Are you sure love? I thought that it was a one-off.”
I nodded, “it was, but honestly? Seeing you with him was so hot.”
She shrugged, “I’ll think about it.”
Brian jumped in and changed the subject, “anyway Paul, what about my fantasy?”
Anne looked at him, then me.
I nodded, “oh yeah.”
“What’s that?” Anne asked.
Brian explained that he’d always wanted to watch a couple, in love, make love.
“You know, real, genuine sex, making love, not what we just did.”
He looked at Anne as if to emphasise his point. I smiled.
“I hadn’t forgotten Brian but look at her. I think she’s done for the night. It’s a long time since she’s been fucked like that, if ever.”
She glared at me.
I shrugged, “tell me that’s not true!”
He smiled, “Okay, but it doesn’t have to be tonight, tonight she could just blow you, or maybe a 69?”
I looked at my wife, her nipples told me that she was still aroused, I smiled.
“How about it Anne?”
She looked at us both then nodded. Brian shifted over and sat on the side of the bed as I quickly lost the rest of my clothes and slipped onto the bed beside her. We kissed, and I felt so much love from her, my fingers slipped between her legs and into her soaked pussy, I could feel his cum as I worked them slowly in and out, letting my thumb caress her clit. She moaned into my neck.
“Lick me,” she whispered.
For a few seconds I panicked, his cum was still in there.
She wanted it, she must know about his cum, and she wanted me to still do it. I started to slide down her body as she pushed me onto my back and climbed onto me. I looked up and her pussy was inches from my face as I felt her lips suck the head of my cock into her mouth. I moaned as she pressed her pussy down onto my mouth and I got my first taste of another man’s cum.
I was so far gone I didn’t care, sure it was weird, but all I cared about was bringing her off and filling her mouth with my cum. As my tongue probed her pussy my lips tickled and teased her clit, I could smell his cum, I knew what cum smelled like, but the taste, well, it wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined, and I soon forgot about it. It didn’t take her long to cum and as she always did, she clasped my head between her thighs as gripped hard as her body shook as she enjoyed yet another orgasm.
Slowly the pressure on my head eased and she returned to working on my cock, her tongue worked up and down the shaft and probed the end, he lips gripped the shaft as she bobbed up and down and very soon, I was thrusting up to meet her mouth and gasping as I shot my load into her mouth, and she drank every drop. Spent, we rolled off each other and were soon embracing, we looked over to Brian, he had his cock in his hand and gently stroked it.
“That was beautiful guys, really beautiful. Better than any porno that I’ve ever seen.”
The three of us sat naked on our bed and sipped our whisky as we recovered from our exhaustions and reflected on what was, one of the best nights of our lives.