Coming Of Age 1977

Nick celebrates his 21st Birthday.

Nick and Mimi are the central characters in the Diary of a Happy Cuckold stories. They have lived very privileged lives having been born into wealthy families. While on Holiday in Ibiza they discovered two things that crop up throughout this story; The C&B scene, a very exclusive and secretive Sex society that promotes open sexual experiences for consenting adults. It was also in Ibiza that they discovered Duroen, a highly powerful but illegal aphrodisiac.

Thursday 5th August, 2004

I was awoken by the sound of delivery guys bringing packages into the apartment. I could also hear Greta organising things.

As the fuzziness left my head I remembered that the security equipment was getting delivered today.

I untangled myself from Mimi who had managed to twist herself round me. I tried my best not to wake her. Dad and George were asleep at opposite ends of the bed

I pulled on a robe and went into the living room.

"Sorry Greta. I didn't think they would be here yet," I said.

"No worries. I was up early anyway," She replied. "There's tea in the pot."

As I went into the kitchen I heard one of the delivery guys say that everything was in but he needed a signature. Greta signed the form and thanked them as they left.

I poured two cups of tea as Greta joined me at the kitchen table.

"Happy Birthday," she said placing a small wrapped present in front of me.

"Thank you," I replied.

"Open it then," she said indicating the present.

I unwrapped the present to find a jewellery box. Inside was a pair of gold cufflinks by Aspreys of London. I knew that Aspreys was very high end and these would have cost Greta a lot of money. "These are beautiful; thank you very much," I said leaning across to kiss her.

Just as I sat back Mimi, Dad and George came into the Kitchen; they were all wearing robes.

The three of them wished me happy birthday.

Greta got them drinks.

Mimi handed me another present. When I opened it I found a tie pin that matched the cuff links that Greta had given to me.

I thanked her and gave her a hug and a kiss.

Dad passed me another jewellery box saying "Your mother told me to give you this on your 21st Birthday."

I opened it to find a man's Cartier wristwatch

"It was your grandfather's watch," Dad went on. "Her dad left it to your mum. She wanted you to have it but not until you reached an age to appreciate it."

My eyes filled up as dad gave me a big hug.

"Don't forget to insure it," the ever practical George said. "At least 25 grand."

"Wow," Greta said.

"You haven't met George have you, Greta?" I said by way of introduction. They shook hands.

"Greta, you haven't seen our clothes have you?" Dad asked.

"They're in the dryer," she replied. "When I collected them up this morning they needed a wash. They should be ready soon." Turning to Mimi she said "I didn't find any of your clothes."

Mimi actually blushed. "They got lost in transition," she said giggling

"That sounds interesting. I'll make a fresh brew and you can tell me all about it." Greta said, filling the kettle.

Greta had just finished making the tea when the maid service arrived. Greta had a quick word with them, telling them to leave the Kitchen and utility room for today.

The five of us sat round the kitchen table. It had become the hub of the apartment. Dad and George had managed to sit either side of Greta; sizing up their next prey I thought to myself.

"So tell me what went on last night."Greta said.

Dad looked at me a little apprehensively.

"Don't worry, Dad, Greta is a member of the society too. She also knows all about our lifestyle and often joins us in the odd adventure," I reassured him.

That was just about the last of my input to the conversation as Mimi, Dad and George told Greta in graphic detail about the events of the previous evening.

When they had finished Greta said "that sounds exciting. I wouldn't mind a go at slut night myself."

"I'm sure we could arrange that for you," George said.

I could tell that Greta had a hand in each of their laps.

"Your clothes should be dry by now; you'll have to help me sort them out; I don't know whose is whose" Greta said

"That was very kind of you," George said as Greta led him and Dad into the utility room.

She unloaded the clothes from the dryer; the guys sorted them out.

"Would like me to iron them for you?" Greta asked.

"No they'll be fine, but I do have a little stiffness you can take care of," Dad replied opening his robe to show Greta his half erect cock.

"Are you suffering too?" Greta asked George. He nodded

"Well I can't allow our guests to be uncomfortable," she said pushing their robes off and kneeling in front of them so she could give them a blow.

"Time for a sharp exit," I said to Mimi.

"Come fuck me in the shower," she replied.

After we'd given our normal show to the guys in the hostel we headed back to the Kitchen.

Greta was sharing the shower in the family bathroom with Dad and George.

Mimi made some fresh tea. Mimi and I sat at the table. The others joined us after about ten minutes. Dad and George were dressed; Greta was in a robe.

"That's a couple more people I'll know at you birthday dinner," Greta said to me.

"I'm sure you will get to know some more later on," Dad added.

"So how many have you invited tonight?" I asked him.

"Thirty at the very most," he replied. "What are your plans after the meal?"

"I hadn't really thought about it; what do you think, Mimi?" I replied throwing the onus on her.

"Maybe we should all come back here and have a wild orgy," she said laughing.

"That's not such a bad idea," Dad said. "The reason we are eating early is that a lot of the guests want to get away early with it being a week night."

"I was only joking," Mimi said.

"Having seen the guest list I reckon by 8 o'clock there will only be close friends and family left," George said.

"What's your point?" Dad asked.

"The chances are everyone who is left will be society members" George continued, "So why not book a private room in one of the clubs?"

"That's a great Idea," Dad said. "What do the rest of you think?"

"Does that mean we'll still have the orgy but somewhere else?" Greta asked.

"That's about the size of it," I said. "It could be exciting if we can find anywhere."

"Leave that to me," Dad said fishing his phone out his pocket and moving to the lounge.

"All sorted," Dad said coming back into the kitchen. "I've spoken to Abigail at Kensington and they have one of their larger entertaining suites available. I've booked it from nine o'clock."

"Do you think you two old men will have recovered by then," Mimi said mockingly.

George went to grab her but she slipped away and ran into the lounge. George chased after her catching her by one of the sofas. He sat on the sofa and pulled Mimi face down across his lap. Lifting her robe he gently spanked her bum.

"I think you owe me and your Uncy Benji an apology," He said laughing.

Mimi was laughing and making half hearted attempts at escape.

"What are you going to do to make it up to us?" Dad asked.

"I'm going to fuck you and everybody else to a standstill later," she replied giggling. George released her.

"Will I be able to help tonight as well?" Greta asked.

"I'm sure Mimi won't mind sharing," I replied. "Besides I'll be there as the booby prize."

We all laughed.

"We better get going," Dad said. "I need to let people know about the after party."

I showed them out.

I sat between Mimi and Greta on the couch.

"I never think of you as the booby prize," Mimi said kissing me on the cheek.

"Nor do I," Greta said, "You're always my star prize."

The girls cuddled into me. We kept our own counsel. The girls had soon dozed off; I lay my head back on the couch and soon joined them in the land of nod.

We had a light lunch with a glass of wine; the first of many alcoholic drinks today I thought to myself. The girls were in the bedroom getting ready, Greta having got her change of clothes from her apartment.

I had gone the whole hog wearing my favourite Brunello Cucinelli Suit and shirt with a pair of Gucci loafers. I thought about wearing the watch I had been given this morning but settled on my Parmigiani Chronometer. It wasn't often I showed off my wealth but if you can't flaunt it on your 21st Birthday when can you?

I rang Howard to make sure he was ok and ready to go telling we would pick him up just after four if that was ok. He said it was fine and told me he was looking forward to a rare day out.

The girls finally emerged from the bedroom. Their efforts were well rewarded; they both looked stunning.

Mimi was wearing a backless Diamante Mini Party Dress. The dress just about reached the top of her thighs but the waist high slit on the right side of the dress meant that the matching thong she was wearing was a very important part of the outfit as any exaggerated movement would put them on full display. She wore her hair piled on the top of her head so it did not spoil the view of her back that was bare dipping low to show the very top of her bum; the front showed plenty of cleavage and was cut in a way to give a slight view of the sides of her breasts.

She looked absolutely stunning. I knew every man that saw her tonight would want to fuck her and most of them probably would.

Greta, not to be outdone, wore a black blazer dress embellished with Pearls and crystal rhinestones.

It was incredibly short; any slight bending would definitely reveal her panties assuming she was wearing any. Her cleavage plunged to her belly button. She wouldn't lack admirers either.

"You both look stunning. Can't we stay in and make a porn movie?" I asked.

"Don't be selfish," Mimi responded, "you just don't want to share us with your friends and family."

"I don't think I have any choice," I said, "My Dad thinks were all one happy fuck family now."

"I'm looking forward to becoming a more active member of that fuck family and I haven't even met them all." Greta said.

"Nor have we," Mimi and I said in unison. We all started giggling.

My mobile bleeped with an incoming message. I read it."Our transport will be here in a few minutes."

When we reached the street our Limousine was waiting for us. The uniformed chauffer, who was a mountain of a man, removed his cap and introduced himself as Craig before opening the door and helping the girls into the car. He took the opportunity to give them both a good looking over.

Before I got in I checked that he knew where we were going and asked if we could make a slight diversion to pick up a friend. He nodded his head and I gave him Howard's address.

Within 20 minutes we had picked up Howard and arrived at the venue.

Craig opened the door so we could climb out of the Limo. Howard and the girls waited for me while I tipped Craig. I gave him £50.

"That's too much, sir," he stammered.

"Call me Nick," I replied. "You went out of your way to be helpful."

"Thank you sir, sorry Nick," Craig replied. "I know this is a bit impertinent but I'd like to say how beautiful your companions are. I have chauffeured many ladies of all classes in my time on this job but these two are the classiest of them all."

"And the horniest?" I asked.

"Well, that as well."

"Would you like a photo with them?"

"That would be nice."

I called the girls over and told them what Craig had said about them.

"It's a shame you weren't taking us home," Mimi said, "I think we could make sweet music together."

Taking Craig's phone I got the three of them to pose. The girls curled a leg round Craig's legs showing maximum thighs and a hint of their panties. Craig had his huge arms around them slipping his hand inside Mimi's halter to cup her breast. I fired of a few shots and handed his phone back.

"Have you got a calling card?" Greta asked, running her finger down his jacket. "You never know when a girl might need a man of your obvious qualities."

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a couple of cards.

"My personal details are on the back," he said handing a card to Greta. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek

"I'll take that one," Mimi said pulling the other card from his grip. "Your hand felt nice.

Mimi kissed him on the cheek as his face went crimson.

We walked towards the venue.

"I think you've just made his weekend," Howard said chuckling

We were early but a few had arrived before us including Danny and his friend Phil. After all the introductions I suggested the girls and Howard sit with Danny and Phil why I did the meet and greet. Mimi insisted on staying with me.

We walked over to another couple of early arrivals; Mimi's mum's neighbours, Abigail and James.

James stood as he saw us approaching.

"You look stunning," he said to Mimi kissing the back of her hand.

"Thank you," she said demurely.

I leaned over the table and kissed Abigail on the cheek.

"It's nice to meet you again," I said.

"Likewise," she replied handing me a present. "Happy birthday, maybe we'll get to know each other better later and I can give you a present more befitting of a 21st birthday."

I guessed by the shape of the present it was another bottle of Duroen. Holding it up and looking at James, he nodded in answer to my unasked question.

"Thank you; it won't go to waste," I said smiling.

We moved to the next occupied table. I recognised my Aunt and cousin. I hadn't seen them since our wedding day and I couldn't remember their names. Mimi recognised my predicament and stepped in.

"Hello Aunt Sheila it's lovely to see you again," she said kissing her on the cheek. Pulling my cousin from her seat she hugged her saying "Lauren you look fabulous."

She was right. In the three years since our wedding Lauren had blossomed from a gawky 16 years old to a stunning 19.

I thanked them for coming all the way down from Liverpool and kissed them both on the cheek.

I noticed they had no drinks. I called one of the waiters over.

Handing him the bottle of Duroen I asked him to put it with the other presents and to ensure the ladies got a drink and to ensure they were looked after as special guests. My aunt blushed slightly and thanked me before ordering large Bacardi's and coke for her and her daughter.

I said we would see them later and moved on to the next table.

"You dug me out of a hole there," I whispered to Mimi. She nodded and laughed.

As we approached the next table the two occupants stood and shook our hands. Both men were in their forties, I guessed. They looked vaguely familiar.

"Happy Birthday, Nick," the older of the two said. "I'm John and this is Steve; we're friends and business associates of your father."

"I think we've met before but I can't place when," I said honestly. They both grinned.

"You look stunning, Mimi, as expected" Steve said.

"Thank you," Mimi replied, "But you have the advantage."

"We should be upset you don't remember us," John said. He and Steve were still grinning like Cheshire cats.

"Well you weren't concentrating on faces when we last met," Steve added.

The penny dropped and I started grinning too.

"What?" Mimi said perplexed.

"I think you met them last night," I said trying not to laugh out loud.

"Oh," she said as she realised they had been at slut night.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"I did," Steve said. "i went to the well three times. I haven't managed that for a while. You're one horny lady."

"Hopefully we can renew acquaintances at the after party later," John added. "As hot as you look in that dress I'd like to see you without it."

Mimi gave them both a kiss and whispered to them. "I promise I'll blow you both as long as you promise to DP me."

"I'm sure we can manage that," Steve said.

"We'll see you later," I said shaking their hands, "we have to mingle."

The place was filling up. I spotted Belinda, the CEO of my property business, standing with Dad and George.

"I'm going to sit with Greta for a while if you don't mind," Mimi said leaving me to greet a few more people.

"Hello Belinda, I see you've had the pleasure of meeting my Dad and George." I said giving her a hug and kiss.

"We've been good friends for a long time," she replied. I looked surprised.

"Belinda is a fellow member of the society," Dad informed me.

"Hopefully, we can get to know each other at the party later," Belinda said holding my arm.

I didn't know what to say but was saved by a tap on my shoulder.

I excused myself to Belinda and turned to see Mimi's mum Kaz. Mel, from Ibiza, was stood with her with another woman. Before I could say anything Kaz asked where Mimi was. I pointed across the room. She said she'd catch up with me later and strode off toward Mimi's table.

"Did you come all the way from Ibiza just for my party," I asked giving Mel a warm embrace.

"And to renew some old acquaintances," she said. "This is Vera, another founder member of the society." I went to shake her hand but she leaned toward me and offered her cheek for a kiss.

Mel gave me a quick rundown on our mutual friends in Ibiza.

"Will you be coming to the after party later?" I asked her.

"Probably not," Mel replied. "Vera and I have a lot of catching up to do."

More people arrived and I mingled for a while until Mimi came over and guided me to a quiet corner. I could tell she was upset about something.

"My dad's not coming," she blurted out. "Mum caught him with another woman in their bed when she returned early from a business trip. She's thrown him out." She burst into tears.

I hugged here to me and let her cry.

"From what your mother told us last time we were at hers, I'm surprised it hasn't happen sooner," I said trying to console her.

"I know he's a horrible pig but he's still my father" she said sniffling. I held her as she calmed down.

"I'm sure you will still get to see him," I said, hoping she wouldn't want to.

"I want to see him at least once so I can slap his face," She said with venom. That seemed to channel her anger at him.

"Come on," she said. "We have a birthday to celebrate. Let's get drunk and have a ball."

I gave her another long kiss before she went off to the washroom to wash her face and touch up her makeup.

My father sidled over. "I guess Kaz has told her that she has split up with Aaron." He said quietly nodding toward Mimi as she made her way across the room.

"You knew?" I asked.

"Of course; it happened last week. I think it's pretty final this time," he replied."Don't let it spoil your night. He was a twat and they're both better off without him."

I was shocked at his use of the T word. He put his arm round my shoulder and led me over to where he had been standing with George.

Mimi rejoined us just as the Master of Ceremonies asked everyone to take their places in the dining room.

The food was excellent and the wine flowed freely. My father made a short speech raising a toast to me. I stammered an awkward thank you speech in response.

Mimi was having an animated conversation with her mother. I guessed the topic of conversation. She was also keeping the wine waiters busy as she drained glass after glass.

After the meal was finished everyone moved back to the reception area.

My solicitor pulled me to one side.

"These are the documents I need you to sign waiving your rights to a share in your father's business," he said

He spread some papers in front of me. Now was not the time to study them but I knew everything would be in order so I just signed where he indicated. He collected everything together.

"I'll get out of your way," he said shaking my hand. "I've put a present for you with the rest over there," indicating a large pile of gifts.

"That's good of you, thank you," I replied.