So, almost 40! Can't say it had all been plain sailing, but it had been fun on the way. Looking back when you were 18 and heading off to Uni, 40 seemed like a lifetime away. But just a couple of days and that's where I'd be. Party was planned, we had around 80 people gathering for a celebration - part re-union, part 40th I guess.
I live in Edinburgh along with my partner and our kids. My name is Alan, and at 40 years old I'm in pretty good shape. 6'1 with what my kids describe as salt and pepper hair! Karen meanwhile is 40 as well, and still smoking hot. 5'7 with dark blonde hair, and likes to keep herself fit. After 2 kids, her 32C size breasts maybe weren't what they used to be but to me they are wonderful - her nipples are always incredibly sensitive, and she loves getting them sucked.
Anyway, I digress. This was a kid free weekend, we'd packed them off to the grandparents and we had spent the afternoon have a nice long lunch and a bottle of wine in the sunshine. We only had one guest staying with us for the weekend, and that was a friend of mine from university, who was now a close friend of both. Liz was about the same height as Karen, but fractionally more petit with killer legs. But her most redeeming feature, at least in my eyes, were her fantastic breasts. 32F and despite a couple of kids herself, they were still incredible. And against her small frame, they looked outstanding. We'd had out fun at Uni a couple of times, but we had remained firm friends and holidayed together with the families, so all plutonic now and the girls had become close friends over the years. Liz was flying in from London late afternoon, and I'd agreed to pick her up from the airport.
Karen prepared some dinner, whilst I headed off to the airport. Flight was bang on time, and Liz bounced through the arrivals lounge with a huge smile - another who was delighted to have a kids free weekend. She was wearing a short summery dress which showed off her pins nicely. Her top half was covered with a cardigan, but still a hint of that fantastic cleavage.
We got back to the house, and Karen had a bottle of bubbly open on arrival - Liz's favourite drink! We sat on the patio, just chilling in the sun listening to some music and catching up. First bottle of bubbles was gone in half an hour, and the second one was soon popped. The girls were sitting on a comfy couch, Karen in a short denim skirt which I always found very hot, and a little summary top. Liz meanwhile had ditched the cardigan revealing a very strappy summary dress, which showed off her tits nicely. And was revealing enough to show both Karen and I some very nice and colourful underwear that she had on.
At one point, Liz came back from the toiled and stumbled in to Karen, giving her a perfect view of her cleavage for a few seconds. "Wow, you really have fantastic boobs Liz, perfect cleavage." Karen complimented.
"Why thank you!" Liz giggled as she fell back in to her seat. "Not bad if I do say so myself!"
"Like the underwear as well, where did you get it?"
"Ooh, only the best luv. I treated myself to a couple of sets from Agent Provocateur. Cost a fortune, but hubby loves them. Well worth the effort. We should go shopping the next time you're down!" As she was talking, she pulled one side of her dress down to reveal a very sexy bra, a mixture of purples and orange, and very see through so both Karen and I got a good view of her nipples. The bra exentuated her breasts perfectly. Here I was on the eve of my 40th, sitting with two hot women in the evening sun, as they talked about their breasts and compared underwear! Heaven. And I have to admit I was starting to get more than a little horny!
As the evening progressed, we cracked the BBQ on and ate on our knees and opened another couple of bottles of wine. Enough that we were all pretty merry, but all aware that we didn't want to be too hungover the following day. Liz's skirt rode higher and higher as the night progressed giving me a great view of her thighs, and at one point confirming she was indeed matching. Whilst I had a great view right of my other half, right up her skirt for most of the night.
Just before midnight, Liz got up and made her goodnights, giving us both a kiss and a cheeky peak of her cleavage as she bent down. As horny as I was, I must confess at this point Karen and I took to bed as well, and both of us fell asleep pretty quickly.
I woke up early the next morning, my head a little bit fuzzy from the wine & bubbles the night before. Karen was still sounds asleep, so I dozed off again, probably for another hour or so. I woke to find Karen cuddled in to my back, her hand starting to wander down to my cock. I always wake with a good hard on, and she wasn't disappointed.
"Morning luv, somebody's horny this morning!?" Karen asked. "Or is that just from last night when we were talking about boobs and looking at Liz's underwear?"
"Ha, you know me," I replied "It's the morning, I'm always horny. Now, I hope you're not just going to tease me and run off to the shower?"
She smiled, moved up the bed and pulled her silk top down on one side to reveal her bullet hard nipple, moving it towards my mouth. "As if I would do that on your birthday weekend. Besides, Liz is in the shower just now, so I've nowhere to run! And I think you are due your birthday blow job."