Julie’s Birthday

"Just help yourself to a drink, it's all in the kitchen just go on through."

Julie was having a great night. For someone who didn't want a fuss made over turning 50, she was really enjoying the party. Not that you'd know she was 50 looking at her. She had a great body thanks to plenty of hard work in the gym, and a little help from a cosmetic surgeon, and her skin was almost flawless. She was a doctor and had worked her way up to head of her department in her local hospital. Add this to her husband's successful accountancy firm, and they had a very comfortable life.

More than 30 people must have turned up. Fortunately, their house was more than capable of accommodating so many guests. Plus the weather was lovely allowing them to spill out into the huge garden. Julie didn't know everyone who was there. There were a couple of her son's friends she hadn't met before and a few from her husband's work that she knew by name only. But she loved meeting new people and welcomed everyone into her home with open arms.

She watched as Graham, her husband, did the rounds. And by that she meant flirted his way around the female guests. He couldn't help himself, he had always been that way. He went too far at times and god knows what he got up to when she wasn't there to keep an eye on him but she tolerated it. She enjoyed the company of men and hadn't always been a complete angel herself but she tended to be less forward when he was around.

"Grab me a red wine if you don't mind hunny," Julie said as he headed back into the kitchen. She was busy speaking to a young man from Graham's company. He had introduced himself as Joe and he had only been working with her husband for 6 months.

"If Graham had told me it was your 40th birthday and not your 50th, I wouldn't have batted an eyelid when I first saw you. You look amazing."

Julie laughed. She maybe could pass as 40 but she still recognised a line when she heard one. But she was flattered none the less. Any compliment from a hot 20 something was most welcome.

"Behave yourself," she replied, "Or no more drink for you!"

"Hey I mean it. I hope I'm in half the shape you're in when I'm 40 let alone 50!" He said it sincerely but there was definitely a flirty look on his face.

"Well thank you," she replied, "maybe I will let you have another drink after all."

Graham returned with Julie's drink. He had a glass of white for himself. "I hope Joe is behaving himself, you should hear him flirting with Melanie in the office. She's old enough to be his mother!" He winked at Joe and slapped him on the back before heading off to mingle. Joe laughed off the comment and just shrugged to Julie.

"Aw and here was me thinking I was special. Turns out its any older woman!" She was smiling at him, enjoying the tease. "Or maybe it's just any woman. Are you a bit of a player Joe?"

He laughed but he didn't blush, obviously pretty comfortable with the accusation. He held is hands up in mock surrender.

"Look if you were me and you were at a party who would you talk to? The people you work with every day or the hot hostess? I'm not a player, just human!"

Definitely a line! But a pretty good one she thought. Everyone liked their ego stoked and she was no different. She noticed her glass was almost empty again and another couple of friends had arrived that she hadn't spoken to yet.

"Listen, I need to go and say hello to a few people, have a bit chat with some friends. If you're still here in an hour you can bring me a drink if you like." Joe said he would do that and walked over to a group from his office. Julie went to grab a drink before heading over to the new arrivals.

She was stood with Beth, her best friend. They had met in high school and never lost touch, even when they went to separate universities and settled down they had remained close. They shared everything. Beth was divorced and often asked Julie her opinion on the new man in her life which happened quite often. She was currently on the look out for a new one.

"So who was that young stud I saw you talking to?" Beth asked. She was glancing over in Joes direction, giggling. Julie knew her friend inside out and knew that look in her eye. She fancied a bit of Joe, Julie could tell.

"Who Joe? He works with Graham. And he's about 23 so don't be throwing your knickers at him across my lawn please!" Beth burst out laughing but she continued looking at Joe who had turned around at the sound of her laughter. Beth put her arm around Julie's waist.

"23? Just my type. And I couldn't throw my knickers at him even if I wanted to. I'm not wearing any!" Now it was Julie's turn to burst out laughing.

"Such a slut," Julie teased, "I don't know why you bother buying underwear, you never put any on!" There had been many a night out together where Beth had failed to put any underwear on and was happy to tell anyone who was interested.

"You should try it," Beth replied, "it's so liberating. And if I had your body I'd wear tighter dresses as well!"

Julie smiled but acknowledged the compliment. She was getting plenty of them tonight. Everyone seemed willing to flatter the birthday girl and she loved it. She knew she looked good but it was still nice to hear, even if it was from horny young men and her best friend!

"Right I'm off to see Stephen and Laura, try not to shag one of my husband's employees in the time that I'm gone!" She kissed her friend on the cheek and headed over to her other friends. She noticed Beth walking in the direction of Joe. Julie grinned, that girl will never change, she thought.

About half an hour later a few people had left but it was still busy. Julie was still having a great night. She was a little tipsy but not yet what she'd call drunk. The same could not be said for Graham who was getting louder and more flirtatious. She'd caught him with his hand on at least 2 women's arses. Not the end of the world but he could at least be discreet! She was in the kitchen pouring a drink when Joe walked in.

"I was just coming to get you a drink. The birthday girl shouldn't have to get her own," he said. He grabbed a bottle of lager from the fridge and sat on a stool. Julie leant on the breakfast bar opposite him. They were the only 2 in the room.

"So you met Beth I see," she said smirking, "did you chat much?" She was curious to know just how forward Beth had been and curious to know just how keen Joe had been in return.

"Yes we talked. She seems a fun woman. She told me that you had been friends from school. I can't believe you're the same age, not that I told her of course."

Julie laughed. "Well I should hope not. And thank you again. I won't tire of hearing how young you think I look. So what else did she tell you?" She was wondering if they had spoke about her at all.

"She told me she wasn't wearing knickers!"

Julie put her hands over her mouth in mock surprise and gasped. "Noooo," she said, "not Beth surely!" Her reaction made it clear she wasn't surprised at all.

"Ah so she has previous?" He asked, turning around to make sure she wasn't behind him listening.

"Well let's just say since her divorce she has lived life to the full. She's such a sweet person but when she sees something she wants she can't help herself." She poured another glass of wine as she spoke and realised she was drinking a little quicker now. A little closer to drunk maybe.

"Oh so she wants me? Well I had no idea whatsoever!" Now it was his turn to feign surprise. Beth had obviously made it clear that she wanted him. All of which begged the question why was he here sat with her? Not exactly the actions of a player who is on a sure thing? He drained his bottle and walked to the fridge for another. He had to squeeze past her to sit back down. She could smell his aftershave as he passed by. Subtle but masculine. It suited him.

"So why is a young single man sat talking in a kitchen when a hot older woman is throwing herself at him outside? Shouldn't you be checking out if her claim of having no knickers on is true?" She ran her finger around the rim of her glass as she looked at him, genuinely puzzled.

"This party is full of hot older women," he answered, "some of them may even be wearing knickers...?" He let the sentence tail off like a question but the smile on his face suggested it was merely to tease.

Julie pulled a mocking face as though she was giving it some thought. "Well I'm sure some are but I certainly couldn't say for sure that we all were!" Joe picked up a magazine from the bench and pretended to cool himself down by waving it in front of his face.

"Do you mind if I use your shower, I need to set it to cold before I pass out!" He ran the cold lager bottle over his forehead and exhaled loudly.

Julie laughed. Had she overstepped the mark with the flirting? No of course not and even if she had who cared. God knows what Graham was up to and there's no harm in teasing the opposite sex now and again. Maybe give Joe something to think about later when he's playing with his cock. Unless Beth gave him a hand of course. She went for another drink and noticed she had finished the last bottle in the rack.

"Right I need to go to the garage for a few more bottles. Try not to faint while I'm gone!" He nodded and smiled as she left the room. She was definitely a little drunk now. Not too drunk but she had a nice merry feeling. She was having a lovely night.

She spoke to a few people on her way to and from the garage. Friends and colleagues. There were maybe 12 people still at the party. She hadn't seen Beth but that girl could be anywhere. Graham was sitting with a few work friends, drinking scotch and smoking a cigar. His hand was resting on Melanie's knee. She was a secretary in his office and Julie knew her quite well. Maybe she should have been upset at what she saw but she wasn't. She shrugged it off and headed back to the kitchen.

Joe wasn't there. There was an empty bottle next to the stool he'd been sat on but no Joe. Had he gone? She didn't think so, he would have said goodbye for sure. She shrugged. He was probably just mingling or using the toilet. Speaking of which she needed to go herself. She saw Melanie just about to go into the downstairs cloakroom so she went upstairs to the bathroom instead. She used the toilet, washed her hands and was about to leave when she had a thought. Should she be more like Beth? Just for tonight? Did she need to feel liberated on her birthday? She giggled and decided that she probably should.

She slipped off the thong she was wearing, the sexy one she had chosen especially for her birthday, and threw it in the laundry basket. She stood up and straightened her dress. The effect was immediate. She just instantly felt sexier. Wow. It wasn't the first time she'd not worn knickers but certainly the first time in a social situation. She loved it. You go girl, she thought. Feeling on top of the world she left the bathroom. She was about to go back downstairs when she heard a noise. It came from her bedroom.

She crept over and slowly opened the door. She could hear the muffled groans of a woman and the heavy breathing of a man. She pushed the door gently open further and stuck her head inside. Beth was bent over the foot of her bed, her dress on the floor along with her bra. There were a pair of jeans next to them. A man was stood behind her giving her everything he had, they were so in the zone they hadn't noticed she was there.

Her first emotion was a little jealousy. Lucky Beth! Her reaction surprised her. Why was she jealous? She was married for god sake. But then she realised that all the flirting that Joe had done had done more than flatter her. It had excited her. And intrigued her. And now here she was watching him fuck her best friend!

Or was she? He looked older in the dark room. And a little taller. Wait! It wasn't Joe! Definitely not. It was Alan, a doctor from the hospital Julie worked at. Her eyes had adjusted more to the darkness of the room and it was certainly Alan. Julie breathed out quietly. She was relieved, no doubt about it. She wouldn't really have minded if it had been Joe but she would have been a little envious she couldn't deny that. She contemplated watching a little longer, she was no prude, but decided to leave them to it. She gently pulled the door closed and turned to go back downstairs.

"So are you wearing any?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin. She hadn't noticed Joe behind her and his question startled her. She regained her composure and smiled.

"Jesus Joe I nearly died!" Her heart was pounding and she found herself backed up against the wall between her bedroom door and a guest bedroom. Downstairs seemed a million miles away.

"Sorry," he said, "it wasn't my intention. But you can still answer my question if you like." He had taken a step towards her, not threatening or menacing. She didn't feel trapped. She felt something else.

"You want to know if I'm wearing knickers?" She held his gaze. Her heart was beating fast but she felt in control.

"Yes I'd like to know. It's been playing on my mind for quite a while." He took another step towards her. They were a foot apart. He put is left hand against the wall close to Julie's head. His right hand was on the inside of her leg, just above the knee. Slowly his hand moved up, gently brushing against her skin. He was looking down at her cleavage, her dress showed a couple of inches, suggestive but not revealing. Inch by inch his hand moved higher, it seemed to take an age. Finally it stopped. It was high enough to answer his question but no higher. She took a deep breath. Was he going to go any further?

After a few seconds of standing motionless she gently pushed him away. They stood and looked at each other. She was so turned on. What must he think of her? She ran her tongue over her lips.

"Does that answer your question?" she asked. She was leaning against the wall, her hands behind her back.

"It answers one question yes, but I have another."

Julie didn't need to ask what that was. She knew what he wanted to know. He had wanted to ask her it the minute he saw her. And she had wanted him to ask her not long after that. She took the hem of her dress between her thumbs and forefingers and began to lift it up slowly. He watched it every step of the way, the light material tracing over her skin. She was looking down and watching it too, almost as hypnotised as him.

She paused briefly as she reached her crotch, then continued again revealing more of herself to him. When she reached her belly button she stopped. Her shaven pussy was in full view. After a second she looked up at him. His eyes were on her naked flesh. He couldn't look away.

"I guess this answers both questions," she whispered, "I'm not wearing knickers and yes you can fuck me." Only now did he look back up at her. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before walking over to her. He leant in to kiss her but she stopped him.

"Not here. In the bedroom."

She walked into one of the spare bedrooms, taking off her dress as she walked. She dropped it onto the floor and took off her bra. He walked straight over to her and pulled her close. They kissed. He grabbed her arse and squeezed harshly. His tongue was in her mouth and she could feel him getting more aroused through his jeans. She had no idea why she was doing this but she did know that she was loving every second.

She dropped to her knees and undid Joe's belt. She did the same to his buttons and pulled them down. His boxer shorts came down with them revealing his rock hard cock. He was big. She took hold of him firmly before running her tongue all the way up his shaft from the base to the tip. Once there she wrapped her lips around him and took his full length in her mouth. He tensed up at the sensation and gasped.

"Fuck me, you look so hot sucking my cock" he told her. He pulled his t shirt off over his head and discarded it. She took her mouth from around him, looked up at him and smiled broadly.

"I feel fucking hot. Would Beth suck you like I am?" She put him back in her mouth and sucked greedily. It was sloppy and noisy and just like a blow job should be, she thought. She felt him grab her head and force her to deepthroat him. She didn't mind. Not tonight. She grabbed the back of his legs to steady herself as he fucked her mouth.

He was rough but not too rough. She liked him treating her this way. She deserved it, it was her birthday after all. She was such a lucky girl. She would worry about the possible consequences of cheating on her husband later. Right now she wanted to be fucked, and fucked by Joe. And she wanted him to fuck her like he hated her.

He pushed his full cock into her throat. She didn't gag but saliva dripped from her chin. He held it there for as long as Julie could take it. Eventually she pulled away. She was breathing hard from the exertion. She gently stroked on his dick as she regained her composure. She looked up at him again. God he made her horny.

"You going to return the favour for the birthday girl?" she asked. "Taste some 50 year old pussy?"

Any inhibitions that may have been left earlier were gone now. She was a different animal all of a sudden. Julie the wife, mother, doctor, party host was somewhere else. She had left her downstairs in the Kitchen. This was Julie the free spirit. Julie the single woman. This was Julie the slut. And she absolutely loved her!

Joe stood her up and led her over to the bed. He pushed her down onto her back. She lifted her feet up onto the bed so her knees were pointing up. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch him. He fell to his knees and pushed her legs apart. His hands slid down her thighs until his thumbs found her clit. She flinched as he gently massage it before spreading her pink lips. He positioned his head between her legs, his breath hot on her skin. He took her clit in his mouth and began to gently suck.

Julie gasped. She grabbed his hair and pushed her hips forward, grinding her mound into his face. His tongue was rough on her clit as he worked it. His arms were wrapped under her legs, his hands clamped strongly on the top of her thighs. He nuzzled into her wet slit greedily, she couldn't take her eyes off him. He had the eagerness of youth that she hadn't realised she had missed until now.

"Ahhh fuck, keep eating that pussy. Does it taste like you thought it would? You've been imagining licking my wet pussy all night haven't you? Hoping I would let you!"

He didn't look up. He just kept his tongue pressed against her pulsing clit. He pushed a finger inside her. Her body shuddered at being penetrated and she moaned loudly. Someone might hear but she didn't care. The whole street could burst through the door and she wouldn't stop. This was all about her. Fuck them. 2 fingers now.

"Oh my god," she gasped, "that feels so fucking good." She could see his fingers sliding in and out of her cunt. It was driving her wild. Her mind was lost to sheer lust. But it felt so natural. She still felt in total control even though she was helpless to stop what was happening.

"Turn over," he said. She didn't ask why, didn't question the demand she just turned over. She was on her knees and elbows facing away from him. She could feel his lips gently kissing her arse cheeks, a hand tracing up and down her back. He pushed 2 fingers inside her again and she cried out. It felt so much better from behind. So much deeper. He quickened the pace. He was rougher now. He pushed far inside her and found the g spot. HOLY FUCK! It felt amazing. She pushed back against his hand inviting him to explore her even deeper. She had to bite down on her arm to muffle the screams.

He kissed the cheeks of her firm behind again and then his tongue found her arse hole. He ran it softly back and forth over her tight opening as his fingers continued to massage her g spot. Her body spasmed. This was a whole new experience. She'd never had her arsehole licked before but she fucking loved it. The gentle caress of his warm mouth contrasted with the hard fingering of her pussy was getting too much for her.