Ex-Boyfriends Come in Hand-y

When I was in college I had many guy friends and memorable boyfriends.... but one in particular sticks out (literally) as the one that always seemed to be able to have his cake and eat it too. That's partially because I remember dipping his erect cock in cake icing at a party and licking it off to the delight of my sorority sisters....

I had not thought about Paul, still single and now in his mid-40s, for years, but it was great to hear from him recently. We very well could have become engaged, but our plans for a life together were shattered when he landed his dream job in Houston and I got mine in Orlando. We both knew a long-distance relationship was not likely to work.

This year marks the 20th anniversary of our college graduation, and he is now a senior vice president of his company. Coincidentally, he told me he was coming to Orlando for a conference around the Fourth of July. He sent a photo of himself, and he doesn't look like he has aged five years since graduation. He was always trim, fit, fun-loving and the life of any party.

I had mixed feelings about getting together with Paul, thinking of how things ended for us, but I then remembered a special bucket list item we used to discuss and laugh about while seeing each other. As our relationship got more serious in our senior year, we both tended to over-share our secret desires and goals.

Paul loved a striptease dance he performed in a G-string for my sorority, where the infamous cake icing incident occurred. When we last spoke, he mentioned that Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) scenario a great deal and said how he would like to secretly do it again.

Well... it just so happened that I was planning a gala party for my dear friend Angela, who is turning 40 on July 4. She is a gorgeous redhead who just divorced her husband of five years and she needs some fireworks on her special day. What about Paul jumping out of a cake? And maybe getting iced and licked again by yours truly? I wondered if my ex-boyfriend would be up to entertaining dozens of attractive Orlando ladies in the buff.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I surmised. I figured I might as well ask him since he will be in town and likely has no plans on the nation's birthday. His conference concludes on July 3 so we could pay for his hotel for another night and enjoy his wild and carefree attitude as well as his handsome body. The more I thought about Paul and that sexy scenario, the more I wanted to make it a reality.

I texted Paul and asked him if he had time for a call this afternoon. He did, and soon we were chatting away just like old times.

"Paul, thanks for taking my call," I said. "Thanks for reaching out and letting me know you would be in Orlando. I would love to catch up with you, but while you are in town I also have a proposition."

"I knew you would either ignore my outreach or embrace it, Patty," said Paul. "What did you have in mind, my dear?"

"I am planning a special party for the Fourth of July.... it's for a good friend.... and I remembered something we did back in school that I thought we might recreate."

Laughing, Paul asked whatever that could be.

"Certainly you remember that night at my apartment with my sorority sisters where you danced and took off some clothing?" I edged into the ask. "Well, I wanted to see if you would be the male entertainment for some ladies at a 40th birthday party. You could make a brief appearance and just meet the girls."

"A 'brief' appearance! Hahahaha! Patty, I know there is more to this party, so tell me... tell me," Paul insisted.

"Well," I said, "there will be a few girlfriends coming over to celebrate Angela's 40th birthday on July 4. She was just divorced and we wanted to show her some love. I got your text about coming to town and I remembered you enjoying being a male stripper for close friends and your getting off in doing so. It certainly made me and my sorority sisters horny over and over again."

"Did it now?" said Paul. "You never let on afterward so I assumed maybe I was a little disappointing to you and your sisters."

"It was my fault for not telling you how much your creative costume, striptease, big reveal and icing on the cake got to us," I admitted. "I used to think about you and your erector set dick when playing with myself. When it first came out he was a medium.... but after a little female coaxing and attention.... he became a large... and even an extra-large size."

I continued my pitch: "It's been a long time, so no pressure, Paul. It's just a few girls getting together to celebrate Angela's milestone. However.... if you do perform..... there might be a special treat for you if I do a good job... like with the sorority sisters."

Paul's Turn

I had fond memories of my college girlfriend, Patty, whom I dated quite seriously about 20 years ago. How could it have been that long? We were quite serious about each other until I landed an amazing job that took me to Houston. After finishing our degrees, she got a dream job back in her hometown of Orlando around the same time that I got mine in Texas, and as neither one of us wanted to hold the other back, we reluctantly split up.

It had been a painful break-up for both of us, and besides a Christmas card or birthday message, we'd not been in close contact. But then, as luck would have it, I needed to attend a conference in Orlando this year over the July 4th holiday. I thought it would be great to see Patty again.

I didn't have any aspirations of igniting an old flame -- not that I wouldn't mind seeing and touching her incredible body again -- but I just wanted to see her and have a fun lunch together.

So, I reached out, told her when I'd be in town, and sent a photo. I work out a lot and have kept myself in great shape over the years. Was I planting a seed for something more if we got together? Well... I'd certainly enjoyed 'planting seed' in Patty back in the day....

Our sex together had been electric. Her beautiful tan, her 36C breasts with large areolas that I loved to fondle and suck on, her firm and fit body, her love of doggie position -- both her favorite and mine... and my God, the way she could suck a cock. It was like nothing on earth. She seemed to be able to read my mind about how fast or slow to go, when to lick, when to stroke, when to fondle my balls, and when to give me hot eye contact. For Patty, sucking my cock was an art form, and I must admit I was more than eager to let her practice her art every chance we could.

One very special memory was of the time when I did a little strip dance for her and some of her sorority sisters. It was kind of a huge fantasy of mine to have a room full of women begging to see my cock -- what man wouldn't love that? I willingly did the dance, and I don't think my cock has been that hard or big since. Patty made it worth my while by getting cake icing on my throbbing dong and teasingly removing it in front of her gal pals.

With all that in mind, I messaged her about my trip. To my great delight, she contacted me back and chatted. Wow -- she looked amazing on our Zoom call. Time had been kind to Patty, and like a great wine, she'd only become more beautiful over time. She even made me a proposition about recreating the strip tease incident for a gal pal of hers who was having a 40th birthday.

How could I say no? Getting to see Patty and getting to relive an old fantasy all in one trip was like a wet dream come true. I didn't need much convincing, but Patty sealed the deal by mentioning there might be some icing in my cock's future. I told her I'd love to come (in more ways than one).

I ended our zoom call with a huge hard on. Between seeing Patty, talking about old times, talking about what she wanted to do, and the promise of something more beyond the dance, I was really turned on.

I found a picture of her in a bikini on my computer from our college days. I got some lotion and a towel, dropped my pants, and sat back for a nice pleasure session. I was already hard and let my thoughts wander to some of the great sex we'd had together as I lubed myself up. I'd look at the bikini picture from time to time for inspiration, too.

I remembered one time where we were in the shower together. I had been enjoying soaping up her breasts and ass when without warning she turned and looked at me mischievously, then dropped to her knees and took me in her hot, wet mouth. The water washed over us as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I ran my fingers through her wet, long hair as she made love to my head and shaft and balls with her skilled mouth. I would have gladly shot my load in her eager mouth right then and there, but what I really wanted to do was to pound her from behind and cup her breasts. I pulled away from her, helped her up, and told her to turn around. She smiled a dirty smile and licked her lips. Pushing her legs apart, I took my hand and fingered her for a bit to get her moist, then slid deep inside her. She let out a moan and pushed her tight ass back against me. I slid my hands up to fondle her tits while I poked and prodded and thrust my way in and out of her.

This memory got me stroking myself faster and faster. I looked at Patty's picture again and thought about fucking her -- how I'd love to watch her lick cream off my cock, how I'd love to entertain and tease her friends, how I'd love to suck her full nipples, how I'd love to tease her with my tongue, and how I'd love to take her from behind on her bed once more. My cock was swelling and throbbing as the images ran through my mind. I continued stroking my cock and used my other hand to fondle my balls, just like Patty used to do when she wanted to make me blast into orbit. Soon arcs of come were shooting out of my cock and onto the towel I had brought as a 'landing strip.' Exhausted, I leaned back into the chair.

I couldn't wait for my trip. Two fantasies awaited me -- as a naked man dancing for a room full of clothed and horny women, and the dessert that Patty had hinted at what might follow the party.

Telling The Girls The Great News

Seeing Paul again... even on Zoom... brought back many happy memories. Technology has improved so much since those early Skype virtual meetings, making Paul look like he was in the room with me again.

With the prospect of his upcoming visit to Orlando and entertaining my girlfriends, I got a bit moist as we ended that call. I hope Paul still felt something for me, because I sure did.

The birthday girl -- Angela, turning 40 and recently divorced -- had no idea we now had a male stripper with a gorgeous body and nice cock to entertain us. That's right, none of the girls knew about it because I just got off the line with Paul.

I immediately called Rosie, Ellen, Frances and Mary Anne to come over for a planning meeting. Paul's agreeing to provide some male skin for us changed the dynamics of this boring celebration. How could we up the ante and show Angela a great time and get her some cock? We only had a few weeks to get our ducks in a row.... or our cocks erected for our pleasure.

The following day the girls were in my sunroom (the site of the party) and ready to dig into party planning. I served some strong daiquiris with extra rum and we were soon feeling no pain.

"Now that we have the basics for Angela's 40th, I have a new element I have been holding back on revealing," I teased to my girlfriends.

"You are going to be out of town on the big day," said Ellen, laughing.

"No, I'll be here and even more involved in the party than ever," I responded.

"You got that special blouse that Angela wanted in burgundy and could not find since they are out of stock and no longer for sale?" piped up Rosie.

"No, I still can't locate one in her size but I will die trying," I admitted.

Pouring everyone a refill, Mary Anne said, "What the Hell is it, for God's sake, Patty!"

The drinks had done their damage and this was the perfect time to tell the girls:

"Gals, I got a MALE STRIPPER for us... and he will go FULL MONTY!"

The ladies clinked glasses and cheered loudly at the news, with only a few of the glasses getting near each other due to the near drunken state of my friends. I explained who our 'private dancer' would be, and that I had known him for a long time. Known as in biblically....

You used to date this guy Paul?" asked Frances.

"Yes, in my senior year of college, and we were pretty serious," I answered.

"Did you fuck him, Patty?" posed Mary Anne, holding a photo of Paul from college in his track uniform. Strong legs, nice athletic build and handsome face.

As I handed the girls a few more pictures I found since I had spoken to Paul, I told them he really knows how to please a lady with his tongue and his dick. "Both are lethal weapons," I laughed, admitting that I had been the recipient of his male charms on multiple occasions.

"Would you like to screw him again?" said Ellen, who is married.

I blushed, took another sip of my sweet beverage, and responded, "When you see him, YOU will want to fuck him. And I won't tell your husband either. I would recommend you girls take off your engagement and wedding rings and jump on Paul if you get a chance."

With the inebriated state of the party planners, the raw and ribald ideas began flowing as fast as the drinks, and Rosie was writing them down as quickly as they were shared. The party would be memorable, and the women were more excited about Angela turning 40 than ever before.

"Let the fireworks roar on The Fourth," I said as my good girlfriends left for their homes. Fortunately, they all lived nearby and were walking and not driving.

Later that night.... after cleaning up the many empty glasses and snacks, I remembered a stash of old college pictures (including some Polaroids of risque images) I had kept hidden away.

As I sorted through the dozens of photos, I came upon the sorority party where Paul stripped for us and relived that evening. I admired his lean, athletic body and that clean shaven look he maintained. That really made his cock and balls stand out.

And then I saw the image my friends took of me licking cake icing and semen from Paul's cock. On my knees before this nude gorgeous hunk, my beloved sorority sisters holding my hair back and caressing Paul's back and tight ass, I was so happy back then. And so horny.... but Paul always knew how to take care of my sexual desires.

I threw the photos on my dresser, fumbled in my drawer for my Magic Wand, and stripped off. For the next hour, I pleasured myself with my fingers, the wand and the memories of my former lover coming to see me again.

The More Things Change, The More Things Stay The Same

In the last few weeks, I've been hitting the gym hard. I always work out, run, cycle, take my creatine and sermorelin, but I wanted to really be at my "fighting weight" for the party at Patty's. Ok, I really wanted to look good FOR Patty -- the other gals were just, to pardon the very bad pun, icing on the cake.

I arrived in Orlando on the 30th of June and did all my business work on the 1st and the 2nd. I touched base with Patty soon after I got to my hotel and got directions to her house for the party on the 3rd. She said to arrive before 1:00, as the guest of honor -- who had no idea I was going to be 'making an appearance' -- was supposed to arrive at 1:30.

I asked her what to wear for the party. She laughed and said "we'll have something special for you to put on." Hmm....

At 12:30 I got in my rental car and headed to Patty's house. She lived in a nice middle class community -- wide streets, palm trees, nice sized yards. I pulled up to her place and there were two cars in the driveway already. I parked on the street and went up to the door. I was nervous -- I hadn't seen Patty in almost 20 years! But my nerves were overshadowed by my eagerness to see her beautiful smile and figure again.

Before I could knock, the door opened, and there she was.

"Paul! It's amazing to see you again!" She looked amazing herself. Her figure was even better than I remembered it being. She was wearing black leather pants and a red top that really showed off her cleavage.

I pulled her in close for a hug. With my mouth next to her ear, I softly said, "Oh my God, you look delicious. It has been far too long."

She placed her hands on my chest and said warmly, "far too long, indeed. And hopefully someone else will be 'far too long'!" She gave my crotch a little nudge with her leg and laughed a deep, earthy laugh. Oh boy... what have I gotten myself into?

She led me into her house and introduced me to two of her friends, Frances and Ellen. I could sense both of them sizing me up and giving Patty knowing looks and winks.

Nervously, I asked how many people were coming. What kind of odds was I looking at?

"It will be the three of us, plus Mary Anne, who is bringing Rosie and Angela, the birthday girl -- six women in all. Think you can handle it, Paul?" said Patty, grinning.

"Well, if it's anything like that sorority party from our FSU days -- the one at your dorm -- I think I can handle it. I've been eating my Wheaties..." I added. "You said on the phone that you had something for me to wear. Maybe I should get changed?" I was wearing slacks and a Polo and loafers.

"Oooh, yes. You'll need to put on the special surprise for Angela. Here, come with me," Patty said, leading me into a bedroom.

Once inside, she closed the door, looked at me with fierce eyes, and gave me the most passionate kiss I think I've ever had. "Thank you for coming here today. My pal Angela has had a rough time with a divorce, and she needs to cut loose. Put on a good show for us, Paul, and I promise you, you'll have a night you'll never forget afterwards."

She kissed me again, then handed me a silvery Speedo bathing suit. "Slip this on and then come back out. We decided to have you in a big box that Angela opens -- so you'll need to be in the box once she arrives."

She left me to change. I took off my clothes and put on the Speedo. I can't deny that at this point, I was already beginning to rise to the occasion. The Speedo was pretty full, but still gave me good coverage.

Back into the rest of the house I went, and I hadn't taken three steps into the living room when the women, already starting on the wine, began whistling at me. I figured I needed to practice my dance moves and gave them a little twirl and a twerk. The girls squealed with delight. I was already getting into the vibe of the party.

"Okay, who wants to put some lotion on Paul so he's all shiny and oiled up for Angela?" Patty said, winking at me.

"I do!" said Frances and Ellen.

Nothing like having two attractive, flirtatious and slightly tipsy women running their hands all over you to get you excited... they seemed to be having just a bit too much fun putting lotion on my abs and thighs, brushing the hands by my continually growing cock by 'accident.'

Then Patty's phone buzzed. Mary Anne, Rosie, and Angela were about two minutes away. Time for me to be the jack in the box. Patty led me to the pile of presents, opening a box about half the size of a refrigerator and festooned with paper and bows. "Get comfy, dear -- it may be a few minutes. And," she dropped her voice down low as I stepped into the box, "just go with whatever happens. Give Angela the birthday of her dreams, and I will be sure to give you the night of YOUR dreams." She ran her hand around my ass and gave me a quick kiss. I crouched down and she lightly closed the lid of the box.

Party Day -- Meet the Girls

The birthday party was already a major success because the best present for Angela, by far, had already arrived and was undressed to his silver speedo and nicely tucked away inside a huge box awaiting her arrival.

Frances winked at me after seeing Paul, and Ellen gave me two thumb's up. We then busied ourselves with fashioning a huge pink ribbon around the box Paul as hiding in.

Right at 1:30 pm Angela burst into the front door of the house with Mary Anne and Rosie following. The beaming 40-year-old looked the best I have ever seen her on this special day. It was great to see her smiling and looking like a cougar following her rough divorce.

The girls were all dressed in party dresses, high heels, jewelry and perfect make-up. There was a strong hint of Chanel on all of us, knowing it might affect our male entertainer.

This was all starting to remind me of the horny sorority girls at my dorm when Paul stripped as a surprise for us 20 years ago. That spontaneous move on his part paved the way for a deeper relationship between us and today's reunion of sorts. And wow, Paul looked as fit as he was in college - and my friends are going to love seeing more of him. We should have given him less than a Speedo to wear!

Frances and Ellen joined the group and exchanged hugs with the excited birthday girl.

Only Rosie, Ellen, Frances and Mary Anne knew about Paul, who could hear everything while awaiting his summons to perform. The music, laughter, and feminine energy had to tickle his balls and make his cock twitch while he was cramped in the large gift box waiting to surprise Angela.

Like in our college days, I liked having Paul on a short leash; knowing he was in that box thinking about me and my girlfriends and I enjoying his dancing and stripping naked was almost more than my ripening pussy could take. I was already feeling horny and moist from the anticipation. And lucky Angela had no idea what was to come.

I brought in a tray of drinks and we sat Angela in the middle of the large seating arrangement. Frances insisted that her present be the first for Angela to open. It was a sexy Victoria's Secret set of burgundy panties, lace bra, garter belt, stockings and strappy high heels. Ellen gave her a black leather skirt and I found the special burgundy blouse Angela had seen on a recent shopping trip we all took together.

"You found my size," Angela squealed, holding up the blouse and admiring it.

The others gave Angela jewelry, a necklace and an ankle bracelet that went well with this ensemble.

Rosie encouraged Angela to try on her entire outfit, which required her to strip off and put on the new burgundy (her favorite color) underwear and clothing. It went so well with her raven black hair! Her body was much tighter than when she was married to her ball and chain. The new diet and workouts had helped her get her figure back and this outfit might help her land a new suitor.

Angela, who was a little embarrassed about getting nude before us, was given a round of applause as she strutted around the sunroom like a fashion model in her new look.

I wanted another drink but I also has an idea for how to put to use Angela's next and most special gift.

I motioned to Ellen to help me with the lid of the huge unopened box.

"Angela," I said, "this is a joint present from all of your very best friends who love you dearly."

With that, we lifted off the lid of the box, and out jumped Paul in his tiny silver Speedo. His smooth oiled skin was glistening in the natural light in my sunroom. I didn't remember he was that tall, nor that well-hung. His bulge was rocking that swimsuit.

"Angela, you wanted a real man...." I yelled. "Happy Birthday, darling. I give you my friend Paul, who came all the way from Houston to wow you on your special day!"

Her heavy mascara eyes and lashes were batting furiously, as she could not believe her luck with this special male specimen.

The other ladies squealed at Angela's stunned reaction and crowded around Paul.

"Paul, I would like to introduce you to my Orlando posse," I shouted over the giggles and conversation, "Please meet Angela -- the birthday girl -- Rosie, Ellen, Frances and Mary Anne. Before the day is over, I'm sure you will all be best friends and on a first name basis."

A Cock In The Box

The box Patty had me hide in wasn't very comfortable; it was hot and cramped. But I knew this surprise meant a lot to Patty, so I took one for the team. If I wasn't already glistening from the oil and lotion the ladies put on me, I'd be sweating soon and shining because of that. Thinking about the promised payoff tonight helped me stick it out. I was in one dark box I didn't like hoping to get into another 'dark box' of Patty's that I knew and fondly remembered.

I was able to hear all the conversation in the room and got myself ready for 'the big reveal' when I heard Patty and Ellen approach the box and put their hands on the lid. I got my legs under me to leap up with the lifting of the box lid.

Bounding out into the light after the darkness of the cramped box was quite a shock, although I didn't let on with the ladies. I had already met Frances and Ellen, but now the room was much more full -- there were six very attractive ladies, all a little loud and rowdy, MILFs by any man's standards. Patty, looking particularly pleased with herself, was standing next to a black-haired busty woman in an all-burgundy outfit and a tight black leather skirt. They were laughing hard.

"Angela," I said, in my lowest and sexiest tone, "my name's Paul, and it's my pleasure to entertain your every whim this afternoon." Catching Patty's eye, I took Angela's hand and kissed it. Patty shot me a quick grin. My ex-girlfriend was playing wingman for her gal pal...

"Ladies, this party needs some music -- I've feeling the need to dance a little bit," I said, and as if on cue, Ellen tapped her phone and some nice rave music started booming from a speaker on the table. Taking Angela's hand, I led her into the middle of the room and started dancing with her. It didn't take long for her to start touching my chest and looking me up and down -- mostly down at my bulging boner, which was straining the confines of the Speedo. She turned around and backed up against me, her ass grinding against my cock. I took my hands and placed them on her hips to guide her around. Her black hair was tossing around in rhythm with the beat.

The other ladies joined us in dancing, and soon I had soft hands on my back, my shoulders, messing with my hair, and touching my ass. Oh, that was Patty! She always did like my ass. I kept my hands on Angela's hips and complimented her on her firm ass. She turned around and put her hands around my shoulders and began to run her very full and soft boobs against my chest and press her right leg against my crotch. Patty shot me a "go for it" look, so I leaned in and gave Angela a slow and teasing kiss. Her mouth opened up and soon our tongues were dancing a tango all of their own. Angela's hands began to wander on my chest, down my abs, and then one of them began to stroke my cock. I could still see Patty out of my peripheral vision (well, she was fondling my ass still), and she was definitely egging Angela on verbally. The other ladies were whooping and whistling as Angela groped and kissed me. This was going to be quite an afternoon!

Paul -- Icing On The Cake

The ladies all took turns dancing with Paul, who was gaining more confidence in his attire and with the very friendly female audience. His chest, ass and bulge in his itty bitty Speedo were the major foci of the women, and I didn't even take a turn. As hostess, I deferred to the birthday girl Angela and my good friends.

I called the music to a halt and asked the rowdy ladies who wanted a fresh beverage. Everyone, including Paul, raised their hands and started speaking over each other.

"Ladies," I commanded. "Paul is your male waiter and servant today. He will take your orders one by one, starting with Angela, and serve your every need."

There was laughter among the ladies, and Paul raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. I gave him a quick "tell you in a minute," gesture, and then handed every woman a $50 bill.

I pronounced to the crowd: "It is your choice whether to tip Paul for his service, or hold back the money for a service to be offered later...." There were more whoops and laughs at that last bit.

I then had Paul take drink orders and asked him to join me in the kitchen where I would help him mix the strongest alcoholic beverages possible. I made sure to take care of Paul by preparing him his favorite -- a whiskey tonic he enjoyed in college.

Alone in the kitchen with Paul, I gave him a warm kiss on the lips and thanked him for being such a great sport. He shrugged and admitted he was getting into the vibe of the party at this point. "Reminds me a lot of that sorority event from college," he said. Looking at his expression, though, I imagine he probably wondered why I had not groped and fondled him as the others had done.

I then held up a small waiter's apron and told him to lose the sliver Speedo.

Once again surprised, Paul looked at me slyly, and then without breaking eye contact with me, lowered this Speedo and handed it to me. I took the next few minutes to admire his clean-shaven, manscaped body and noticed that his dick was twitching with desire. That was my exact intention. How had that skimpy suit held all that man meat?

I held the apron for him to reach and as he did stuck out his hand I pulled it away. I made the stud follow me around the kitchen naked as a jaybird. If I hadn't had a house of gals I would be jumping his bones right now.

Sounds from the family room echoed out, "Where are the drinks? We're thirsty for more Paul."

I gave in and handed him the apron, which he tied around his lengthening cock and balls. From the back, I could see his bare, taut ass and wanted to feel that once again.

I handed our naked male waiter the tray of drinks and sent him on his way. His return was met with applause from the appreciative women. He passed around the beverages and took his whiskey and immediately downed it. He would need that liquid courage for our next endeavor.

"Paul, I put some snacks out on two trays in the kitchen," I advised. "Would you be a dear and grab them for the girls?"

I enjoyed watching his ass as he strode confidently into my kitchen. My ex-boyfriend and almost husband from 20 years ago was now naked in an apron in my house with my girlfriends. All I could think of was "I can't fucking wait to get rid of them!"

Paul returned with the sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres, carrying hefty trays in both hands. "Look at his arm muscles flexing," thought all of the horny women.

"If you had a wish - a birthday wish, Angela - anything you want...." I said, "what would it be?"

That stopped Paul in his tracks. He very much wanted to see what she had to say.

While I was the apple of his eye, I could tell Angela's bigger bust and tight ass from working out had definitely caught his attention. Plus, he knew she was wearing her new burgundy panties, bra and garter belt.

Not missing a beat, Angela giggled, "I would like Paul to lose the apron, now," almost spilling her drink. She took the last swig of it, winked at Paul and he came to retrieve it to get her a refill.

I looked at my ex- and admired his good nature. The handsome guy had memorized all of the girls' favorite beverages, and I bet he knew our breast sizes, full measurements and much much more, too.

When Paul returned with Angela's whiskey sour, he was not wearing a stitch. Full boner pointing right at Angela as he bowed and presented her with the refill. Her eyes were about to pop out of her head staring at his throbbing cock.

"My God, Paul, I didn't think you would actually do it. Happy Birthday to me... I guess," said Angela, slurring her words a little.

Frances interjected, "You are really hot, Paul. I bet you and Patty knew how to tango back in college."

Just as Paul started to respond, I cut it off. "Today is about Angela and her wishes, not reliving my past. Paul, swallow the key to the memory lock box, please, and get over here to stir Angela's drink with your human stirrer."

Frances and Ellen saw that Angela was working her way to a stupor, so they wheeled out a huge frosted cake with two candles -- a "4" and an "0." By this point, our tipsy birthday girl had a hand on Paul's stirrer and was trying to dip it into her cocktail glass. She saw the cake and had to readjust her bearings. Letting go of his manhood, she squealed, "Is that chocolate cake with chocolate icing? My favorite."

Paul raised his eyebrows and leaned down to help Angela to her feet to blow out the candles. Mary Anne brought out a knife, forks and plates with a serving spatula.

I stood aside and watched my friends and my ex- together. I wondered if it would have lasted had we gotten married right out of college. Soon I snapped back to reality and continued admiring Paul's sexy body and still erect cock.

In a teasing way, Rosie used her fork to dab some chocolate icing on the tip of Paul's dick.

"Angela, come and get it," she said, pointing at her handiwork. "Be the first to try your side cake here."

It did not take an inebriated Angela two seconds before she was on her knees before Paul licking his cock. The thick engorged knob was leaking pre-cum so the chocolate probably had a flavor all its own.

I facilitated all of the girls using chocolate icing on our hale and hearty stripper, inviting them to lick it off. Some covered his cock and took their time finishing 'cleaning him up,' while some chose to frost his nipples. One wanted to lick it from Paul's washboard abs.

Paul gave me a look of "can I get some relief, please?" I knew he had held back as much as he could. Mission Control needed to let the rocket blast off.

The Moment Of No Return

The party had been all about flirtation and teasing, but once I took the apron off for Angela, the ladies got down and dirty. Patty seemed to be having too much fun egging the girls on as they touched and caressed my ass and cock -- but I also could see from the look in her eyes that she was getting very turned on. I decided giving these other women a quick show so they would get out of her house was the best way to proceed.

The sensation of having chocolate icing smeared on my cock by Rosie brought back a very fond memory -- and it was hot as hell to have it going on again. It wasn't long before Angela was on her knees before me, licking the icing off the head of my cock, then taking me into her mouth. I really had to hold back at that moment. Her wet, warm mouth felt great after all the teasing. Besides that, she had a great rack and they were bouncing out of her blouse as she bobbed away on my shaft.

Before long, other gals took turns licking icing off of me -- off my nipples, off my abs, off my butt cheeks, off my balls, off the head of my cock. Some were more shy about it, while others went at it with a fury. Patty stood to the side and watched me, licking her lips and giving me a 'just you wait' look. We locked eyes with each new assault on my body.

It soon became apparent that I could not hold back any longer, and I gave Patty a look that said "I am losing it." She let the ladies know that we were getting close. Angela, who had taken off her blouse and was fingering herself through her lace panties, pushed the other girls aside and knelt in front of me. She seemed surprisingly sober all of the sudden -- or maybe she was just a woman on a mission.

Grabbing my cock with one hand, she wet me down with her tongue and then began to stroke me fast and hard. "Ice my cake, Paul!" she moaned.

I could hold back no longer. She licked and stroked my shaft until I erupted. Looking at Patty and then at Angela's boobs, I felt my knees bending as I came in several long pulses. Angela took it like a pro, with some landing on her boobs, some on her lips and some on her chin. The girls all cheered and whooped during the blessed moment. I staggered for a second afterwards, then collapsed down onto a nearby chair, drained and yet wearing a blissful smile of relief.

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The party soon wound down after that. There was one more round of drinks as the assembled ladies toasted Angela and saluted Patty for the most memorable party ever. Patty gave me a towel and brought me another well-deserved drink. She patted me on the shoulder and softly said "I hope you still have another round or two in you." I assured her that there was more where that 'came' from. I got my sea legs under me quickly, and helped Patty with taking pictures of all the gals, and of Angela with all her presents (except one).

Patty and I stood together at the doorway as we sent the party goers on their way. Many of the ladies gave me lingering hugs as they left. But to Patty they gave knowing smiles, winks, and well wishes like "have fun, you two...."

We closed the door and looked at each other. We were finally alone.

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