The Big 4-O

My wife Amber asked, with unusual anticipation, whether anything interesting had appeared in the day's mail. I found her excitement quite surprising, given that our mail typically consisted of bills, useless ads, and other recycling. As I scanned through the stack, a particular envelope stood out amongst the others -- it was jet black with handwritten gold lettering. I offered it to her, adding the brilliant observation; "It looks like an invitation."

"It is!", she said, barely able to contain her excitement as she tore it open, "it's to Hunter's birthday! It's going to be amazing!"

Not only was I caught off-guard by my wife's sudden acquisition of psychic skills, but unlike her, I had forgotten completely about the whole affair. I'm a very lucky guy. Not only am I married to Amber, a gorgeous hottie who turns heads all the time, but we're also part of a very connected social circle of rock star couples -- the beautiful people. There has been a sexual tension smoldering for years until the topic came up, late one drunken night, of what Hunter wanted for his 40th birthday. The discussion went round and round, sometimes teasingly, sometimes serious, until the night ended with Hunter having permission to create exactly the celebration he wanted -- no holds barred.

I watched my wife's dazzling eyes dance over the glittered card, her expression betraying her excitement and delight. The list of planned activities read like the menu of a five star restaurant -- only, one that had been taken over by a perverse maniac. The item that seemed to entice Amber most was the "Tunnel of Love" -- while neither of us had any idea what it was, it sounded intriguing enough.

"The invitation says we have to arrive on time", she noted. "Let's make sure we do that."

I couldn't keep my eyes off her tight ass as she sauntered away, saying; "I can't wait, I have a feeling it's going to be very fun." There was a pronounced sassiness in her walk as she sashayed out of the room.

I didn't hear much about it for the next few weeks, though I did notice a lot of whispered phone calls, and giggling conversations when the girls were chatting. I could certainly tell there was some buzz forming around this event.

The appointed evening was suddenly upon us. We both busied ourselves with party prep, sharing the bathroom mirror as we prepared. Amber's excitement had been growing all week, and our sex had rarely been hotter. Any apprehension I had about going evaporated when she walked into the bathroom in the hottest dress I have ever seen. It was a skin tight black number that matched her dark hair perfectly. It clung tightly to her luscious hips, and followed the smooth lines of her ass, leaving very little to the imagination -- but inspiring all kinds of fantasy. The material flowed across her flat belly, and clung sweetly to the swell of her breasts, the smooth expanse of which was interrupted only by her prominent nipples. My mind measured the distance to the bed as I formulated a plan to take her right there and then, but reading my mind, she told me "Down boy! We have to make it to the party on time."

I couldn't help but caress her with my fingers as we drove to the party. Amber and I were, for the most part, monogamous. However, we had a standing agreement that if the right situation presented itself, we might welcome an adventure.

Our timing was impeccable, and I was very happy to see another couple, Amanda and Tim, getting out of their car as we parked. Tim is in pretty good shape, and his wife is a tall, thin, striking beauty with jet black hair. Like Amber, Amanda was dressed to kill in a shiny slinky number that seemed almost painted on. It accentuated her well kept shape, fitting tightly over her teacup breasts, and following the smooth flair of her hips. Her dress was open all the way down her back, and I admired the lovely lines of her beautiful muscular back as we approached. From certain angles, you could almost see the crack of her ass.

After taking a few seconds to hug and greet each other, we approached the front door. Once Tim knocked, we were greeted by Hunter, our gracious host.

Stepping in we were met by Kaitlyn, Hunter's beautiful wife, and by one other couple we knew, Ethan and Brooke. Kaitlyn and Brooke were both looking splendid in stunning gowns that, like Amber's, accentuated their lovely feminine charms -- not that they needed any accentuation. Kaitlyn and Hunter are both artists, and the house was decorated warmly with their trademark taste. On the walls were arrayed gorgeous paintings, soft music played, and we were served a very nice champagne that we both enjoyed as we mingled with the other guests. As I was sipping my drink, I had a moment to survey the room. There were four couples, and each of the women were dressed spectacularly. No matter what the plan, it was already a visual feast.

We relaxed with the other couples, and began to feel quite comfortable and at home.

As the group reached a level of ease, Hunter took the center of the room, announcing that the festivities were about to begin. At his request, we arranged the armchairs and couches into a semicircle, as the lights were adjusted, forming a sort of stage in the room. I lowered myself into a large over padded chair, as Amber curled up on my lap. Hunter welcomed us to his party, and went over the ground rules for the evening; everything that happened tonight was confidential; if for any reason we were uncomfortable with something, we were free to not participate; and finally, no meant no. Everyone assented to the rules. Amber looked at me excitedly and gave me a quick kiss -- it was all going to finally begin.

Kaitlyn circled the room carrying one of her amply sized bras, stopping at each of the men. In one cup, she explained, were slips of paper containing the names of the ladies, in the other, were numbered slips. If one of us happened to pick our own partner, we had to select another slip, and we were not to reveal our selection until told to do so. I was excited to have pulled Brooke, and then number 2. I had no idea what we were going to be doing, but whatever it was I would be ecstatic to do it with Brooke.

Having distributed the slips of paper, there was a collective gasp as Hunter now announced the next activity; we were going to be doing strip teases. Each couple, as identified by the slips of paper, was going to be stripping each other in front of the group. We had the length of one song to complete the strip. I felt an excited shiver go through Amber. At the same time, I felt my cock getting hard at the prospect of stripping Brooke; at the thought of someone stripping Amber; and at the prospect of seeing the other gorgeous women in the room naked. Amber's eyes scanned the room, no doubt she was wondering who might be holding a slip of paper bearing her name.

"And ..." Hunter said, "I go first. My partner is ... " he spun around the room with his arm extended, like a cock -- I mean, clock. Doing so caused quite a commotion as guests laughed, ducked, and cheered until his pointed finger landed on "... Amanda!" Offering her his hand, she joined him on the stage. She seemed a little nervous, as one would expect, but she was handling herself well. Perhaps the champagne had helped.

As the music began, Amber looked up and gave me a small kiss. The crowd erupted in cheers as Amanda immediately lunged for Hunter's pants. Undoing his belt, she yanked his pants down in one smooth motion exposing his patterned underwear. As he instinctively bent over to free his feet, Amanda spun him so his ass was towards the crowd as she gave him a few loud swats. This was met with cheers from the audience. Finally free, Hunter now moved behind Amanda, and began fiddling with the tie on the top of her gown. He then began seductively lowering it, gradually revealing the tops of her breasts, and then, ever so slowly, exposing her nipples to the lights. Using the strings, he moved the material up and down a few times, stimulating her with the satiny fabric of her gown as it's edges caught on the underside of her hardening points. Amber fidgeted and repositioned herself as I moved my hand a little further up her thigh. Finally, a collective sigh moved through the group as Hunter let the front of Amanda's dress fall free, fully exposing her lovely breasts to us all. The material caught at the swell of her hips, draping sweetly over her lightly freckled skin.

As we relished the exquisite sight of Amanda topless, she set to work on Hunter's button down shirt. Initially she tried to do his buttons from the front, but then found it much easier to reach around from behind him as she teasingly undid button by button with the full encouragement of the women in the group. Completing her mission, she tossed the shirt out into the audience. Now dressed only in his underwear, Hunter danced in a small circle until Amanda, with both hands on his waistband, suddenly pulled them down to his ankles. The ladies cheered as Hunter's semi-hard cock sprang free.

Amanda whispered something in Hunter's ear, he nodded, and then kneeling next to Amanda's waist he began to guide the bunched up gown over her hips. As the material edged lower and lower, we began to detect the hints of a lacy red thong. He teased us a few times, and then surrendered the dress to gravity, and in an instant Amanda stood facing us wearing only her panties. We could see the her pink labia pushed up against the pretty lace, and some of the curls of her jet black pubic hair making their way through the holes in the fabric. Hunter turned her around to face him, treating us to a view of the pretty globes of her ass with the bright red material plunging deep into her lovely crack. He was still kneeling as she put her arms on his shoulders for support. With a wide smile, Hunter then slowly lowered the thong to the floor. As Amanda arched her back, Hunter pulled open her hips, opening her beautiful lips, and showing us the moist pinkness inside. This was met with appreciative sighs not only from the men, but also the women. I even heard Amber murmur "lovely" under her breath.

The pair bowed, and Hunter -- trying to discreetly conceal an erection -- summoned the next performers.

Amber moved out of my way as I rose. I walked directly over to Brooke, who blushed visibly as she stood to take her place in the front of the room. We heard all kinds of appreciative comments from the audience, as I led her once around in a circular review. Her shimmery champagne gown accentuated her already perfect figure, her nipples protruded defiantly through the sheer material. As she completed the circle, she whispered in my ear; "I've got to tell you that I'm not wearing anything underneath my dress." I whispered back, "then strip me first."

I claimed center stage and everyone cheered as Brooke moved behind me and began quickly working my buttons. Her closeness, her scent, and her touch were driving me crazy, and my cock was already semi-hard as her hard nipples grazed across my back. Having slipped my shirt off to the cheers of the women in the audience, she began working on my pants. Down came my zipper and she teased the audience with a view of the top of my underwear, opening and closing the front flap of my pants. Each time she did this, the back of her hand brushed against the length of my shaft and I grew a little harder, my cock becoming increasingly prominent under the thin material. This was no accident, and she continued this teasing as my erection grew to full size. Then she let my pants drop. There I was, wearing only my underwear, with a raging hardon. The ladies in the audience cheered, much to my delight, as they chanted, "Take it off! Take it off!" I could barely contain my embarrassment, but before I could do a thing, she gave my waistband a good yank, and my hard cock now stuck straight out. The ladies in the room raised a collective cheer.

I now tried to smoothly hide behind Brooke, which had the effect of burying my erect cock in the crease of her luscious ass. The material of the gown was smooth against my head, which did not have the soothing effect I was looking for. She bent over slightly and held her hair up as I started her zipper down her gorgeous tan back. About half way down, I had her turn to face me. Moving in as close as my hard cock would allow, I continued the zipper on its long downward trek. The audience was loving it. Meanwhile, she whispered into my ear, "Baby, you're so hard." I stopped a few times to build the excitement, until it was just above the top of her hips. The audience began to demand; "Crack! crack!" Who was I to deprive them? I ever so smoothly complied with their collective request, exposing her smooth muscular ass to them. They cheered and cheered until ... her gown fell completely to the floor -- It was not necessarily what I had in mind, but the audience would have rebelled had I pulled it back up.

She was breathtaking in the spotlight. I told her to wiggle her ass, and the audience erupted in cheers as she bent over deeply, showing them a very nice pussy shot. She was bare except for a fine golden brown line that started just at the top of her mons.

Covering her breasts with both hands, she straightened up and slowly rotated towards the audience. As she leaned back into me, my cock returned to its rightful place -- nestled in the crack of her now naked ass. She whispered "Replace my hands with yours." Her nipples were sharp points in my palms as she withdrew her hands from her tanned globes. It all felt so natural, my cock in her ass crack, her breasts in my hands. I could have held this stance for quite some time. The audience, however, was not to be denied. I had them count down from three, and gently withdrew my hands to a roaring round of applause, her sweet tits fully in view. With that the music ended and we were out of time.

As I made my way back to my seat, Amber smiled and gave my cock a few light squeezes, whispering; "someone is enjoying themselves." She repositioned herself on the seat and casually stroked me as we sat. The way we were sitting, I couldn't reach her crotch, as I would have liked, but I did have access to her sensitive breasts.

The music had begun as Tim, Amanda's husband, and Kaitlyn, Hunter's wife, took the stage. Kaitlyn was quick to divest Tim of his clothes, and soon enough he was down to only his underwear. A little wet mark was visible in the material where his excited cock had leaked a little. I looked down at Amber to see if she had noticed -- she gave me a sly wink. Kaitlyn was a bit chestier than the other gals, and was wearing a bra under her gown, which Tim had chosen to focus upon first -- who could blame him. Making a show of undoing the hook with one hand, he then played peek a boo(b) as he tried to get it off without removing the top of her gown. Physics, however, was not on Tim's side, and he soon realized he had to first solve the problem of her top. It was a simple matter of sliding the spaghetti straps off her lovely shoulders, which Tim did with a flourish -- an accomplishment that earned him a rousing cheer all around. The brassiere was immediately off and her magnificent globes were out in the lights. With Kaitlyn facing him, he slowly lowered the dress further, exposing her lovely long back, her sweet hips, and her long, well muscled legs. From behind her, he reached between her legs, hiding her crack and pussy from view. Kaitlyn then arched her back further, which drew even more of the audience's attention to her covered crotch. With a flick of the hand, Tim gave us a brief shot of Kaitlyn's open pussy. The crowd cheered. A few more peaks, and she turned about, treating us once more to the sight of her lovely breasts. They stood out proudly as she worked her hands behind her. It was unclear what she was up to until Tim's underwear fell to his ankles. Kaitlyn stepped away suddenly, revealing Tim's now fully erect cock to everyone. Applause exploded from the entire crowd. After bowing, they returned to their seats.

Attentive readers might have already figured this out, but I was so wrapped up in the entertainment, and Ambers hand on my cock, to notice. There were only two people still dressed; Brooke's husband Ethan, and my wife. The music began with a distinct Tango tone. Picking up on this, they both entered from opposite sides of the stage as they created an improvised dance, circling one another like two bullfighters -- their faces, fiercely serious. Ethan struck first, pulling off his shirt, throwing it to the floor with the flourish of a conquistador. Amber, not to be outdone, suddenly tossed off her dress, exposing her sweet pink nipples to us all. Her lovely breasts jiggled invitingly as she danced. Ethan continued to circle her, his hands on his waistband. She echoed the challenge, and when the music next reached a peak, he dropped his pants, leaving them both in only underwear. The audience erupted in applause, chanting; "Drop them! Drop them!"

As Amber made her way behind Ethan, she reached around him and began slowly lowering his underwear, teasing the audience, making the women in the audience beg for his shorts to go lower. Ethan's cock was swelling with each of her teases. Just as it seemed likely that it was going to break free on it's own, she smoothly slipped them off, revealing his long member to the group. We all laughed as someone in the crowd shouted; "Ole!"

Ethan now danced behind Amber, seizing the opportunity to manhandle her tits. She leaned back into him, no doubt feeling the heat of his hard cock behind her. He paused a moment as he grasped her black panties at both sides. Then we all watched in awe as he pulled up, the delicate material disappearing into the mouth watering crack of her thick labia. There was almost complete silence as he then turned her around and bent her over, burying her face in his crotch. I followed her beautiful lines with my eyes, the little starburst of her pink anus peeking out of both sides of the stretched material lodged deep between her folds.

As Ethan pried the material free of her pussy's luscious grasp, her panties dropped to the floor. He held her face to his crotch, his erect pole against her cheek, as he used his foot to guide her legs further giving us a view of her inner charms.

There was only appreciative gasps as with that they both stood and bowed.

As short break was announced, there were now eight naked people, four of whom had erections, and four others who were no doubt aroused. Amber took the opportunity to snuggle in with me in the chair. She was aflame with desire, and my fingers made their way down to explore her wet slit.

Finally, it was time for the Tunnel of Love. The men gathered in the master bedroom at the end of the hall, as Hunter explained the rules. Outside the room, the lights had been dimmed, the music made louder. The women had lined up along the long hallway of the house. We were going to pass down the hallway one by one.

There was only one rule: take your time.

And yes, we were still all naked.

Hunter apologized for going last, but after all it was his birthday. The rest of us drew cards from a deck on the dresser, I got third.

Each time Hunter cracked the door, it was like being assailed by a disco; the loud music, the sensuous, steamy feel to what I imagined was going on. His face was illuminated by a patch of red light as peeking through the crack in the door, he signalled the first person to go. Tim gave us each a high five, as out he went.

Ethan was the next one to be sent out to face an uncertain fate in the wild space. Soon enough, it was my turn to go. As the door closed behind me, I stood confused as my eyes adjusted. Before I knew what was happening, both my hands were taken by my wife and Kaitlyn who pronounced themselves; the Boobalicious Sisters. They embraced me from both sides, trapping me between their sizeable breasts, as they travelled up and down in unison. The feeling was absolutely divine, particularly when my cock would get caught against the super soft skin of their tits. After a few trips up and down, they both snuggled in close to my cock. A hand grabbed the base of my cock, and was followed in short order by a mouth, which I could tell was Amber's. Her expert oral skills had my legs going weak and then suddenly, I heard the door open again, the sisters rose, and it was time for me to move on.