It All Started with a Birthday Party

This story is written with a woman as main character, despite I am a man. I prefer more woman friendly stories. I am not the man writing a story which quickly start with blowjobs or the real fuck. I like the foreplay much more and how the characters get involved in an erotic interchange. It is based on partly on my own experience.

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For years now, I, Anja, in my mid-fifties, have had a good life, a beautiful house, children who have already left home, a nice husband, Charlie, and children who have already left home.

But I would love for Charlie to rip my clothes off and jump me, but he's no longer open to that, and conversations with him have yielded little. He thinks sex, especially what you find on the internet, is something for younger people, and now that he's approaching sixty, it's no longer for him. More than once a month, a quick missionary position is all I can get. And that's far from enough for me. I've tried to seduce him with lingerie, but he thinks it's "slutty" or "something for young girls." So it happens in bed at most, because he doesn't like other places like the living room either. And when I occasionally sit topless in the sun where no one can see me, he thinks it's vulgar.

I was raised to believe that the man should take the initiative. But I think it should come from both sides. In the end, we agreed that, due to a lack of intimacy with him, I could have a lover so that I could satisfy my libido, as long as he didn't know about my escapades. But that hasn't happened yet, and I'm not so sure about it. I did create a profile on a dating site and got enough responses and even had a date, but it was disappointing, so I stopped dating. I also have a good friendship with another man, Peter, the son of a former colleague whom I saw a few times a year. We visited each other occasionally, and I told him about my almost sexless marriage and that I was on a dating site. He said, "A woman as attractive as you will get plenty of responses."

"That's true, but many of them are also married, with the difference that their wives don't know about it. And I don't want to facilitate cheating. My husband knows about it, and as long as he doesn't know anything, he's fine with it." A friend of mine, Cynthia, in her early forties, owner of a unique restaurant, who had recently become single again, also knew about it and encouraged me to find a lover.

Then Peter invited me to his birthday party on a Friday evening. At that time, Charlie would be away on a business trip. And I found Peter a very attractive man, even though he was two decades younger. The birthday party was fun in his single-family home where he lives alone, and there were quite a few people there. I did notice that he was quite attracted to me, even though we both chatted a lot with others and we also talked to people we hadn't seen in a long time. Peter also talked to my friend Cynthia for a while, and I noticed that they got along well. Am I jealous? No, not really. Cynthia is a very attractive woman and also quite sensual. But she is different, even more direct than I am, and she is taller than me, but I have more "feminine curves" that she is a little jealous of. At the end, when everyone was leaving, I thought I still had to catch the last train, but it was too late. What now? Everyone had already left, so the two of us were left behind. I had told my husband that I would stay there, and he was fine with that. He added, "If something happens between you two, I'm happy for you," and he didn't mean it sarcastically. After all, he knew I found him attractive.

He offered me a place to sleep, so that was settled. Even though I noticed that he found me attractive, he made no attempt to "hit on" me, and vice versa, although to be honest, I would have liked to, especially now that Charlie was encouraging it. But I just slept in his guest bed, nothing special.

The next morning, I woke up quite excited from a strange dream. It was a wet dream; it felt wet down there. Apparently, I didn't just orgasm in my dream, but also in real life, because my panties, the only thing I was wearing, were very wet, so I took them off. I dreamed that I seduced this Peter guy I was staying with, and we pleasured each other and even had pretty wild sex. I did things I had never done before but only knew about from friends or from erotic stories I read sporadically, but which I found exciting. Since I find him really attractive, what attitude should I take now?

It was still very early, but already light. So I was lying naked in the guest bed. Then I heard him walking. He knocked on my door and asked, "Is everything okay? What was that noise?"

"Yes, I had a strange dream. Come in, it's easier to talk." I was lying under the duvet up to my shoulders, so that wasn't seductive.

He came in wearing only boxer shorts and didn't look too bad, and said, "It wasn't a nightmare, was it? Tell me..."

Me (stammering a little): "I had amazing sex with another man, he was also much younger and it's possible that I made noises."

Him: "That's not wrong, everyone has erotic dreams sometimes, but was it someone you knew?"

Me: (a moment of silence...) "Yes... I didn't want to tell you at first, but... I'm so embarrassed... it was... you."

He: "Yes, I sometimes notice that you do have quite a crush on me."

I blurted out: "You feel so familiar and you look attractive."

He: "To be honest, the feeling is mutual. I find you an attractive woman, but I could never make a move because you're married." I realized that he suspected I was lying naked under the duvet because of the shoulders and the thong that were visible, which he may have seen. I blushed anyway.

He sat down on the bed and gave me soft kisses on my eyes and face and said, "Everything will be fine." I really liked this tenderness. His bare chest made it even more tempting to give him a gentle kiss on the mouth. He then asked, "Are you sure? I don't want to ruin a marriage."

"No, you won't. He's okay with it. You're giving me something he can't give me."

He found that very reassuring, and I gave him another gentle kiss. This time, he didn't leave it unanswered, and I felt his tongue against mine. I felt very warm inside and sensed that something was about to happen. I crawled up, exposing my bare breasts, which I didn't care about, and then he said, "You confirm my suspicion, you have very beautiful breasts." Then he pointed to my thong and asked, "Is that yours?"

"Yes, but it's completely wet because I came and then woke up and took it off. I'm not wearing anything now."

"Hmm, sexy idea," he said, and I saw a clear bulge in his boxers. Then he started kissing me again, and it turned into a long, passionate French kiss that made me even more excited. I hadn't had a French kiss in years. Then his mouth moved from my chin to my nipples and he asked, "May I?"

I nodded, and he began to lick my nipples very gently, causing them to harden immediately. When I made noises, he began to suck on them.

"You know, no one has ever licked my nipples except my children while breastfeeding. Not even my husband Charlie. And I hear the most amazing stories from my friends."

He did it damn well, but that's because I haven't experienced it in a long time, if ever.

"I have to tell you, I was very wet when I woke up, so I took off my panties. Feel for yourself," I said. He put his hand under the duvet and caressed my lower abdomen and further down, and I spread my legs. "You are indeed very wet, and I find it very exciting that your lower body is still under the duvet." Meanwhile, he very subtly felt my labia and clitoris while kissing me passionately, alternating between French kissing and sucking my nipples. Then I said

"I can't stay too long because my son and his wife are coming over later, but before I go, I want to make last night's dream come true."

"Tell me."

"I want to feel your tongue down there, it's supposed to be very nice."

"Of course," and I threw off the duvet, spread my legs, and he started licking me from below. It felt so good, and his hands worked my nipples. I felt another orgasm coming and came screaming.

"And now I want to ride you."

"Then I'll put on a condom."

"No problem," and he got one and lay down. Then I grabbed him tightly so he could hardly move, and his pleasure pole slid right in. Then I started riding him more and more wildly while my big tits moved against his face. He felt wonderfully deep, and I started kissing him, and it got very wild, and then I felt his cum inside me. It felt so good. I wanted to stay longer, but I really had to go because another hour had passed.

"No problem, but this definitely has a sequel," he said. He took me to the train, and we walked hand in hand to the station, kissing passionately at the gates.

After a few days and some spicy messages back and forth, I wanted to go out for an exciting dinner with him and then... He did indeed seem like a wonderful lover. I called Cynthia and asked if we could make a reservation. "Of course, you always can, especially with your new lover. I'll make it extra cozy for you. Come a little later, near closing time, and I'll make sure you have a nice, discreet table." He thought it was a great idea to be discreet together in a restaurant. And I said, "But with Cynthia, you can sometimes expect crazy things, she's quite open, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, definitely. Sounds exciting to me. In a (new) long term relationship, I would feel differently, but in this lover relationship, I find it exciting."

"What do you want me to wear?" I asked.

"Something comfortable for you, and if I may ask..."

"Yes, go ahead."

"Nothing underneath."

"Hmm, I think that's very exciting in a restaurant too. No one knows, only us. And maybe Cynthia too, she doesn't mind something like that, or do you have any objections?"

"No, of course not, I think it's exciting."

"Shall I tell you something about her?"

"Go ahead."

"As you've seen her in a normal blouse and pants, she's just very businesslike in her restaurant, but she also has another side."

"When she had just broken up with her boyfriend, she was so fed up with men that we got carried away and sat naked together, kissed and fondled each others tits. It was a one-time thing, but neither of us regrets it."

"So you're bi?"

"No, not really, but she and I aren't completely opposed to kissing and cuddling with a woman."

"Hot idea," he said.

So that afternoon, before going out to dinner, I took a long shower, put on some nice perfume, painted my nails, shaved down there, and picked out a nice dress that was easy to open. I chose a dark dress with a generous slit, wore nothing underneath, and put on bright red high heels.

The next day, he came to pick me up at home and was very charmed by my outfit. It was also pleasantly warm, just the right temperature outside. I opened my neckline a little and showed him my bare breasts, then lifted my leg and showed him that I wasn't wearing anything underneath either. "What a nice idea," he said.

He drove and I guided him to the restaurant. When we arrived, she welcomed us. She was wearing her usual, but nice clothes and hugged us both. There were only two other couples, who also seemed to be close to finishing. After we arrived, Cynthia locked the door so that the restaurant was closed now. She then led us to a nice table that was a little out of sight. It was a truly romantic atmosphere with real candles, and the only electric lighting was very warm white LED lamps. A waitress came to take our order, and we noticed that the other guests were already leaving. While we waited for our main course with a drink, we saw that the waitress was also leaving the premises. Then we saw Cynthia appear with our main course, which looked very good. But what surprised us was that she also looked very good: she was now dressed in a short, slightly coarse-knit fishnet dress with only a black thong underneath, and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of the dress. "I've closed the place, so we're alone. I suggest we spend some exciting time together after your meal, or am I asking something crazy?"

I said, "No, I already suspected that was coming with such an open-minded and free woman like you, that sounds like a fun experience." Peter nodded.

"That sounds great."

That encouraged me to open my dress and free my breasts. "You look good, Anja!" "Thank you, you too." The atmosphere became sultry, and we considered taking off more clothes here in the restaurant, where no one else was around. "Cyn, do you mind if we take off some clothes?"

"No, of course not, no one can see us, let's make it cozy here." Peter then took off his T-shirt, and Cynthia and I cheered loudly. So I took off my dress completely and sat at the table completely naked, wearing only my high heels, and Peter had no choice but to take off the rest as well.

"It feels very strange to have a naked dinner, especially in a restaurant," he said.

"Yes, of course, this is very intimate." Cynthia then said, "I'll leave you two alone for the main course," so we continued, occasionally rubbing our legs and feet together, with only our shoes still on. When we were done, and I had a few glasses of wine, he only one because he was driving, the atmosphere became very sultry. He sat down next to me, put his arm around me, and we started kissing very intimately while he caressed my breasts.

"I like that, it's been a while for me too, it arouses me," we were so intimate that we were startled by Cynthia's voice when she said that. She was standing there again in her semi-transparent holey dress, now wearing nothing underneath. I became curious and asked, "How does it affect you?"

"Yes, it excites me to see a sweet couple kissing so passionately while naked, and I look forward to what's to come," she said.

She stood behind us and put her hands on our shoulders, and I felt her nipples against my back through her mesh dress, which gave me a shiver, and I made a "hmmm" sound. She then said, "I have a lounge here, let's sit there. I'll close the curtains first." She walked ahead of us, took a few candles with her, and placed them there, and we sat down on the spacious corner sofa. "Nice loveseat for you two, lie down and relax, and I'll pamper both of you," she said. She lit some incense sticks. She dimmed the lights and left only a few candles on. It was a very special atmosphere.

She took off her dress and high heels and was naked as well. Then she sat down between us, also stretching out comfortably, putting her arms around us and pulling us towards her. It felt wonderful to have our naked bodies pressed together. "Enjoy the silence, let go of everything, surrender, see how it feels," she said. It was so relaxing. She placed one hand on my lower abdomen and the other on his and moved them very slowly. What a blissful feeling. I almost fell asleep, and then I felt her hand slowly moving over my breasts and my nipples became hard. "They feel so soft," she said. Her other hand caressed Peter's chest and lower abdomen, but avoided his now swollen pole. We had been lying/sitting there for half an hour and I did indeed feel completely empty, but the soft and subtle movements increased my feelings of lust. I then placed my hand on her breasts and caressed them very slowly. Her head moved slowly towards mine and she took my hand and our mouths approached each other and our tongues played with each other. It was even better than the last time I kissed her. While kissing, she caressed my hard nipples and I caressed hers. She stood up, leaned backwards over me so that her breasts touched my face and her mouth touched my breasts. We licked each other's nipples, very slowly and softly,, which was extremely arousing. Peter enjoyed it, judging by the precum that appeared on his hard cock. Then Peter put his hand between Cynthia's legs and said, "You're nice and wet," but he didn't want her to come yet. Then he did the same to me. She asked, "Are you wet too?" I nodded. That's how we kept the excitement going for a long time. He said that these subtle touches aroused him more than immediate sex. It was precisely this prolonged period without immediately focusing on orgasm that made it very erotic and relaxing.

It was already hours later, so the three of us had been enjoying ourselves here for a few hours.

We decided to go home, all three of us satisfied, and we decided this wouldn't be the last time the three of us would do this. We were tired, and when he brought me home, I asked him to stay the night. Too tired for sex, but just to sleep together. In the guest room, though, because I had agreed with Charlie that I wouldn't bring lovers into our master bedroom. That's what we did, we slept naked, but apart from a French kiss, nothing happened.

But I did ask him: "Would you like to do it with Cynthia? Be honest."

"Well, I don't think it would be wrong, I've noticed that she's a good lover, and had a gorgeous body. You have as well, but it is just different."

"On the one hand, I don't have exclusive rights to you, because we don't have a real relationship, and as long as neither of us has a 'real' romantic relationship (and by that I don't mean a sexless marriage like mine) and we enjoy having my girlfriend around, why not you and her? Because, as you know, I already did kissing and fondling with her a few months ago. As you say, she is very erotic and senses her lover's desires very well."

So he thought that was a good idea. We lay next to each other and fell asleep like logs. It took some getting used to lying next to another man in the guest room in our own house.

In the weeks that followed, we met up a few more times, sometimes making love. I loved the attention, having a man who also saw me as his lover. Of course, I was in touch with Cynthia, who let slip that she had thoroughly enjoyed our "soft" threesome in the lounge of her restaurant. She indicated that she wanted to do it more often, because she had been dry for a while. I told her that Peter found her very attractive, to which she asked if she could 'borrow' him from me sometime. I thought that was fine if they met 1:1. She wanted to do it as a surprise. She had a job to do in her house and Peter is handy at that, so she wanted to 'trick' him into it, knowing that he would really appreciate it.

I arranged it, and Cynthia made an appointment with him to fix something with the electricity. And when he was at her place, I wanted to come over later so the three of us could have some fun, but we didn't tell him anything.

On a Saturday afternoon, Peter arrived at Cynthia's place. She lived in a beautiful apartment on the first floor with a nice view, close to a forest and park. She opened the front door, and he was surprised by the beautiful interior, somewhat in the style of her restaurant. She was dressed in ordinary casual clothes with dark pants, nothing unusual or provocative.

She showed him the circuit breaker box and he got to work, repairing a few things so that the earth leakage circuit breaker wouldn't keep tripping when she turned on certain appliances, such as the toaster. In the meantime, while he was working, she changed into a very sexy outfit and sent me a photo. She was wearing a black balconette bra that prominently displayed her breasts and a black, ultra-short skirt with no panties underneath. She also had red stilettos on. In the photo, she was standing with one leg raised so that her shaved pussy was just visible. It looked very sexy and turned me on as a woman.

I responded immediately, "Great! It even arouses me! Go for it!"

After an hour, he was done and reported to her he was finished. At that moment, she texted me that the job was done and that she was going to drive him crazy and dominate him. And that I could come at 7 p. m. and the three of us could have some fun. I asked, "Is there a dress code?"

"As long as you wear something sexy, preferably no underwear."

She then said to Peter, "Come sit down, I'll get a bottle of wine and we'll have a drink. You have a moment, right?" Once in the room, he saw her dressed in a dark bathrobe with red high-heeled shoes underneath. He had a hunch. "You look nice!"

"Thank you, I want to make it cozy for the two of us."

She poured the wine, made it cozy, lit some incense and a few candles. They clinked glasses and stood close together, then she put a hand on his shoulder and said, "What did you tell Anja about me the other day?"

"Um... that you looked good...."

"And you have told her more, what did you tell her further about me?"

"... you are a very sexy woman... and..."

"And besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of, there is more."

"Um... that I like it when you try me out and use me." And he blushed.

"That is really good to hear, you still feel that way?"

He nodded.

"Then from now on, you're mine, and you'll follow my instructions, and you're only allowed to speak when I ask you to. If there's something you really don't want to do, just say 'RED,' but I think it'll be fine."

He nodded, and she said, "I like to hear that. Now take off all your clothes but leave your boxers on."

He did so, and there was a large bulge in his boxers and a clear spot of pre-cum. She moved closer to him and inspected his body and sometimes moving a finger over his torso and liked it.

"As I saw you in the resaurant, you look good, many men are not so slim as you, do you exercise?"

"Not really, but I do cycling and walking."

"Great, I see that wet spot, you're very horny. Now turn around."

She caressed his shoulders and then put her hands around him and caressed his chest. Then she stopped for a moment, and when he wanted to turn his head, she said sternly, "Keep looking forward!" She took off her bathrobe (which he didn't see) and caressed his back with her hard nipples and asked, "How does that feel?"

"Nice," he whispered.

Her hand went into his boxers and felt his hard cock, and she slid his boxers down and pulled them off, stroking his balls, which made him moan with pleasure. "So, you're close, but you are not allowed to cum. Now turn around," she said.

He looked at her with wide eyes. "What do you think of this?"

"You look very hot and sexy like that."

"Good, I appreciate you too." She sat down on the couch and spread her legs. "Now get on your knees in front of me, but you can only do or say something if I ask you to."

He nodded, but was surprised, not expecting her to be so decisive. On the one hand, he didn't really like it, but the arousal and excitement were so high that he decided not to break it off.

He knelt in front of her, about one foot from the edge of the sofa seat, to which she said, "Closer, right up against the edge." He knelt between her legs. She then put her finger under her skirt, moved it around, and held it to his mouth, saying, "Lick it and tell me how it tastes."

"Yes, it's delicious, your vaginal fluid."

"Just say pussy juice, I like dirty talk."

Then she put her hands around his head and said: "Kiss my face and earlobes" He did that in a very sensual way and she liked it. Then her mouth approached his and she started to kiss him and a very long passionate tongue kiss happened.

Then she touched his chest and then a nipple of him which she squeezed. "That hurts!" he said.

"And does it arouse?"

"No, not really, unlike women, most men don't get aroused on their nipples."

"Some men do, but not you, does not matter, I try to find out what your erotic desires are."

Then her hands went to her nipples and she kneaded them subtly, causing her breathing to become heavier. When he reached out his hand and tried to touch her, she said:

"What did we agree?" and slapped him hard on his ass.

"You think I'm not horny anymore, but you're wrong."

She continued her action with her nipples, now with one hand, and the other went under her skirt, putting one leg on the couch so he could see under her skirt. He could hardly hold it anymore, his cock was about to explode. She let out sounds of excitement.

"What do you think of this?"

"Yes, nice, you have beautiful firm breasts too."

"Just say tits, I'm proud of them, even though they're not as big as Anja's. I'd like you to lick them." She took off half her bra and put her legs over his shoulders, grabbed his head and directed it to her left nipple. He did it very subtly and gradually more wildly. Then she moved his head to her right nipple and commanded him to lick and suck. She started to moan and suddenly she stood up and leaned forward on the couch with her ass up so he could just see her bald pussy under her tiny skirt. He immediately had a view of her hanging tits. "Lick me!" she said, and he started licking, subtly at first, but increasingly eagerly based on her moans. She said: "And grab my nipples while you are licking my clit." He pinched her nipples and she said: "Harder, I like it!" that and she moaned louder. "I'm ready," she said, "I want you to put that pleasure stick inside me." He started taking her doggy style and, at her request, squeezing her tits with his hands, and she moaned louder.

At that moment, I was standing in front of her front door wearing a very short dress which was the only clothing I wear. I was very curious and found it very exciting and felt it between my legs. I thought I heard moaning sounds and thought, "Could they be..." and almost didn't dare. After hesitating for a moment, I pressed the doorbell, and then I heard the moaning suddenly stop, and it took a moment that she said "I'm coming". It lasted another two minutes in which Cynthia and Peter got a little dressed before she answered the door, and I saw Cynthia in a bathrobe. She said, "You look good, totally in the mood. Me too, we just had wonderful and passionate sex and before that he spoiled me, he's so hot!" and she opened her bathrobe so I could see her almost naked body with only her micro skirt on.

She said, "I took care of him, sometimes he had to get used to, but he enjoyed it. We quickly put something on, let's have a drink."

I saw my (or our) lover Peter sitting on her couch wearing only boxer shorts. She opened a bottle of champagne for the three of us and we chatted pleasantly about work and other things, but there was a certain tension in the air, something was about to happen. When the bottle was almost empty and all three of us were feeling drowsy, I sat down on Peter's lap and said, "I want you," and started kissing him and unhooked the straps of my dress, and after a little fiddling, my breasts were free.

"That's contagious," said Cynthia, took off her bathrobe and was now wearing only her very short skirt. She lay down next to me and I could feel her naked body against mine, which I enjoyed very much. "Shall I enjoy you?" I asked. "Yes, please," she replied, so I took off my dress completely and she took off her skirt so that we were both naked. I straddled her so that my not-so-small breasts hung over her face and my face was over hers. We licked each other's nipples, and Peter enjoyed the view, putting his hand between my legs and pleasuring me too. I was in ecstasy, and the subtlety with which she licked my nipples and he massaged my clit, and I had her nipples in my mouth, gave me a tremendous orgasm that made me scream out loud. I had to recover for a moment and started to pleasure her by massaging her soaking wet clit, and while I did that, Peter caressed my upper body extensively. She started making louder and louder noises. Eventually, she came too, and the three of us enjoyed ourselves for a while longer.

Then Cynthia said, "I want to ride Peter and finish what we started before you came." He asked, "Where, here on the couch?"

"Yes, lie down, and I'll show you." He did so, and she saw that his hard cock was standing up, and she slid right over it. "You're so tight inside me," she said. Her hands rested on his chest, and she fucked him hard. I enjoyed the view and sat behind her with my legs around her and him and grabbed her tits. Then she said in a sultry voice, "Anja, squeeze my nipples!" I did that, and then she said, almost out of breath, "Harder," because she was riding Peter wildly. She started moaning again and said, "You guys are spoiling me so much," and a moment later she screamed, and shortly after that he came inside her too.

Satisfied, the three of us sat completely naked on her couch, enjoying and relaxing.

This was an unforgettable experience and one worth repeating.