My 50th Birthday Celebration

My 50th Birthday Celebration Trip

It was my 50th birthday. Our kids who lived out of town were unable to be home to help us celebrate. Lucky for me because I had a plan! I told my wife that I would meet her at a self-storage locker we rented and I would have her 'costume' for an adventure on the shelf in the locker. I told her the instructions would be in the package, she should do exactly what they said and that I would pick her up there at 4:00 PM after she got off work. I had picked up a very short skirt, a soft button-up-the-front shirt with large loose button holes and easy to work buttons. I had her 36-C beige lace shelf bra and a pair of sandals in the package. I told her to put on those garments -- and only those -- and I would meet her at 4PM.

When I arrived at the self-storage, her car was parked in the parking lot. I went to our locker to see that she had followed my instructions. I saw her uniform, work shoes and socks, bra and panties folded up on the shelf. Everything was ready for phase one of my day. I placed her folded work clothes in a canvas bag I had brought, smiled and asked "are you ready for this?"

Her answer, "I don't know." She knows me too well.

I escorted her to the car after securing our locker. Always the gentleman, I held her door as she slid in. Added benefit, I was able to see that she had not brought panties as the auburn hair covering her pussy was on display. Lois is in very good shape for a 50 year old woman. 5'4", 131 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes and 36C tits. A few extra pounds over the 31 years we have been married but not out of shape.

We got on the highway and started on our 60-mile trip to a neighboring city. Close enough to get home at a reasonable hour for phase 2, but far enough that we were unlikely to run into anyone we knew. As soon as we left the storage yard, I reached over and started unbuttoning her shirt from the top down. When she would grab my hand, I would gently put it back in her lap and tell her to 'keep it there." Soon her rosy nipples were showing when I would pull the tails of the shirt apart. The shelf bra had them prominently displayed sitting on top of the shelf like puckered rosebuds. I told her to recline the seat about half way and to keep her hands down. As we started to pass a line of traffic, I pulled the shirt open on both sides. I could see her hands starting to reach and gave her a firm "NO."

After about 15 minutes we reached the interstate to the next town. I had been playing with her nipples as we drove, rubbing and pinching them gently like I knew she liked. She was starting to breathe deeply and looking straight ahead. She didn't want to see who was seeing her. I had my cell phone out taking pictures with my left hand at the looks from the male drivers we passed. I was as hard as I have ever been. When we reached an open section of road, I told her to reach under her seat and bring out the paper bag there and to put in on the center console. In the bag was her favorite toy, an 8" long realistic dildo with balls. There was also a bottle of flavored lubricating oil. I told her to pull up her skirt and pour some oil on her glistening lower lips. She balked at this so I reached for the bottle and tried to open it while driving, filming and looking at her. After a couple of swerves, she took the bottle and poured a nice amount on her pussy. I took the opportunity to help massage it in, dipping first one, then two and finally four fingers into her rapidly responding love nest.

I told her to take the dildo and show me how it works. Up until now, she had never (at least in my presence) used it on herself. When she tried to say no, I asked her if she wanted me to try and still drive. Finally she took it in her hand and started rubbing it on her pussy lips. I quickly put the phone on video and hit record. After a couple of minutes of rubbing, I told her to put it in. She continued to just rub until I reached over and gently pushed the head down so it started to penetrate. Closing her eyes, she gently worked the head of the toy in and out just a bit. As her breathing deepened and got faster, she worked more and more of the dildo in until she was pushing the entire 8" up to the balls. Slowly in and out. In and out. As much as I wanted to be involved, I didn't want to put down the phone.

She looked over at my phone and said "Turn that damn thing off."

I quickly complied and put the phone in my lap. This allowed me to alternate between stroking her clit and pinching her nipples. During the drive we passed quite a few cars who could see her tits but not down to her pussy and the action there. She refused to acknowledge the drivers who often honked and waved. As the tempo increased, her moaning got more active and she was holding my hand against her clit to increase the pressure. I slid two fingers in next to the dildo and put them in my mouth to taste her. I then repeated the process and put them in her mouth. She sucked on my fingers like a dick and I almost lost my load at that point. That put her over the top and she had a very strong orgasm. When her shaking had subsided, I took over the dildo and continued to stroke it in and out slowly as she came down. We were getting close to town so I removed the dildo and pulled her skirt down. I helped her pull the sides of the shirt together to cover the nipples (mostly) but not to button it. I told her to keep the seat reclined.

At a busy drive-in I ordered some fries and two drinks for the trip back home and drove to the window to pick up and pay. The young boy at the window had eyes as big as saucers when he saw Lois spread out on the seat across the car. He had a hard (no pun intended) time handing me the bag and my change. I don't think he even noticed that I didn't leave him a tip!

On the drive back home, I kept dipping two fingers into her steamy pussy and either putting them in her mouth or in mine. I love the taste of her excited pussy and always have. I wanted to keep her excited but under the edge for Phase Two of my Birthday Celebration.

Phase two - the basement

When we got back home, I started Phase two. I had mixed some cocktails earlier in the day and they were in the refrigerator. I gave her a large glass and knew that after the last 3 hours, she would make short work of it. When she finished, I gave her another. I drank one for each of hers but I put an extra shot of rum in hers. I ran a hot bubble bath for her (with a third large drink) while I went to the basement to finish my preparations. In our younger days, I had made some ankle and wrist restraints with my leather working hobby. They had velvet linings but once on, were inescapable. I had leather straps with clips under the legs of the couch and under the cushions on the seat. I had a plate of sliced strawberries, peaches, chocolate and whipped cream. Oh, one more thing -- a lacy Halloween eye mask that I had super glued felt pads over the eyes. Now she had a pretty, fancy blindfold. I put my tablet on the bookcase by the couch so the camera would catch all the action. I was ready.

I went upstairs to help her out of the bath, dry her off and put on her soft robe. During this activity, I took every chance to rub her tits and stroke her pussy and ass. I left soft kisses on her neck and ears. I stroked her tits, sicked the nipples and along her back. While drying her feet and legs, I sat her on the commode and licked and sucked on her pussy while I curled two fingers in, stroking her G spot. When she started breathing heavy, I gave her another stiff drink and we headed downstairs.

When we got home, I had turned the thermostat up to 80 degrees so she would not be cold. I had a nice fire in the fireplace as well. I sat her in the middle of the couch and kissed her while I put the wrist restraints on. I got the straps from each end of the couch and clicked them onto the wrist restraints. She was now sitting with her arms outstretched and head resting on the back of the couch. I moved down to her legs and kissed and licked my way down to her ankles, stopping to lavish her wonderful pussy with kisses, licks and perhaps a finger or two. Resuming my journey to her ankles, I fastened the ankle restraints on each leg and clipped them to the strap under the couch. Now she was spread-eagled on the couch. Finally, after several deep kisses, I slipped the blindfold over her eyes. Now she was mine.

I left her alone for a couple of minutes, moving chairs, opening and closing doors and taking softly to myself (or in her mind, maybe someone else) and quietly hit 'record' on the tablet. I came back to her after sliding a couple of folding chairs noisily in front of her. Starting to get nervous she asked "Is anybody else here?"

In a sarcastic tone I replied "surely you don't think I would do that?" Now she was truly worried.

I sat on the couch next to her and fed her some more cocktail from a straw while I reached into her robe and started caressing her left tit. As I did, I slowly opened her robe and moved it to one side. I moved over to the other side of her on the couch and repeated the process on that side. Now she is spread-eagle on the couch and naked to the eyes of whoever might be sitting in those chairs. I was kissing her, feeding her more cocktail and playing with her pussy, rubbing her opening slit, dipping my fingers in and coaxing the lips open to draw the nectar out. I would coat my three middle fingers up to the palm, flexing them when they were inside her. I would then lick one and put the other two in her mouth. She was on her fourth strong cocktail and beginning to show the signs.

I took the strawberries, dipped them into the whipped cream and rubbed them over her nipples. I would then put them to her lips. At first she was hesitant but then ate them. I repeated the process with the peaches and the chocolate. After about 15 minutes, I said I had to run up to the bathroom. I said to the room "nobody touch while I am gone." I ran up the stairs to mix two more drinks and to let her imagination run.

When I came back, after feeding her some of her cocktail, I asked her if anyone had touched her. Her response "I don't think there is anyone here."

I said "OK" and nothing more.

It was time for the finale of this evening's festivities. Some time ago I had purchased a rather big dildo. We named him Ceasar. That was from the line 'We come to bury Ceasar, not to praise him.' Ceasar was ten inches long and nearly three inches in diameter at his largest point. Again, I never saw Lois using Ceasar by herself but we had used it together many times. I brought out the flavored massage oil and started working on her pussy with it.

As I worked, I put three then four and finally all five fingers in a cone into her receptive hole. We had even done fisting on two different occasions. Tonight was Ceasar's turn. I knelt in front of Lois and started licking her pussy lips while I massaged them to get more lubricant in. Then I inserted the tip of Ceasar and started working him in. She would jump when I went to deep too quickly. I moved slowly, working more and more of his girth into Lois. She slid up the couch a bit so she could rest her head on the top of the back cushion. With patience and persistence, I finally felt Ceasar hit the bottom. He was short of the balls but was deep. I slid him out halfway and then back in. All this time, my dick was as hard as it has ever been. I had to be careful not to rub against anything or I would have shot my load. Not what I had in mind.

I found a good tempo with Ceasar, sliding him in to the limit and them out about 3/4 of the way. She had her head back, pulling at the straps binding her wrists and saying words in a low tone that I could not make out. She no longer cared if anyone was in the chairs watching her. She was totally focused on Ceasar and the sensations building in her body. She started undulating and moaning "nnngh, nnngh, nnngh." I reached with my other hand and started rubbing her clit and sucking on the nipple closest to me. This put her over the top and she was jerking like she was touching a live wire.

When her climax started to subside, she laid her head back on the couch. I took the opportunity to leave Ceasar to slip out on his own and I went behind the couch dropping my robe. I put a couple of cushions from the love seat behind the couch to get the proper angle and stood behind her. I put my dick to her lips and she opened them. I slid in. With her head laid back on the cushion, I had a great angle to slide in along her tongue to the back of her throat.

We had tried deep throat before but it didn't go well. I thought this was not the time to try again so I just slid in and out while caressing her lips and chin. I was squeezing her lips around my cock for added sensation. I knew I wasn't going to last long so I pulled out and pinched my balls occasionally to make the moment last. Finally I couldn't wait any longer. Placing my hands on both sides of her head, I plunged in and out as the pressure in my balls rose. When I started to erupt, I wanted so much to keep sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth but the sensation on my dick was just too much. I pushed in to the back of her mouth and held her there while the sensation ebbed.

She swallowed my entire load and just lay there exhausted. Two of the biggest orgasms of our married life had happened to her today. She had had 4 1/2 large cocktails and had finally buried Ceasar. I closed her robe, put away the chairs and opened and closed the back door to the basement and wished our 'visitor's' goodbye. I turned off the tablet and released her from the restraints. When I took off her blindfold, she looked around the room and then at me. I just shrugged and helped up to bed. She slept 12 hours and we have never talked about the day again. I watch the video regularly. She will never see it. Let her wonder.