40th belated birthday

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40th belated birthdayChapter 1It was a few years ago, my wife had done exactly what I’d asked her to do – for a change – and completely ignored my 40th birthday. I mean come on, people say don’t make a big deal, but deep down that just means Hey Make a big deal!So anyway the monday after the weekend of my non celebration i was back at work. i work as a rep for a computer sales and leasing company, so Monday i picked up my sheet for the week and hit the road.I had three calls to make that day and the last of them was a new addition to my area. I was still feeling a little pissed off after the no event of the weekend, and was perked up by the receptionist at this last call.She was about 50, long straight black hair, smokey grey eyes, full lips, breasts about a 40d and all in proportion from there down, as far as i could see!After being ushered into her boss’ office i got down to businesss and for the next hour he and i went over the details of his contract and other general crap. Once finished the conversation moved to more personal things with an offer of somewhere to stay next time i was in town. I thanked him, and said something along the lines of it being a shame i didn’t know before hand as after such a miserable weekend and birthday etc. It just felt good to speak to someone neutral about it.As it turned out This evening would not have been convenient anyway as he and his wife were visiting family this evening, but next time….. i shook his hand and made my way out of the office walking by the receptionists desk and headed for the door.”Mr Mercer” it was the voice of the receptionist. Had i left something behind i wondered.The recptionist was walking towards me, and what a figure, she was a classic hourglass for the first time i was able to see all of her and drank in the vision of loveliness.”I couldn’t help but overhear” she said almost apologetically “I wonder if you would like to join me for a drink later, maybe? balıkesir escort ” she handed me a card with the name of a bar on it – The Middle Room. “I’ll be popping in for one after work in about an hour””How could i refuse such a request from such a beautiful woman” i replied”See you at about 6 then…” she turned and walked back to her desk, for a mament i was mesmerized by the movement of her bottom and the sheer stockings that protruded from her pencil skirt. When out on the street I looked again at the card and turned it over there was written: see you at 6 birthday boy x Gemma xxx The bar was close to the motel i was booked into so i was able to shower and change and walk the half a block to the bar. Once inside the dimly lit bar i took a seat in a booth and was served by a waitress. Within 2 mins she appeared with my cool beer. I thanked her, and paid her and she moved off to take another order. As i watched a voice spoke. “Mr Mercer” it was Gemma. She sat across from me, her eyes smiled as she talked. After ordering a drink she leaned forward and spoke softly. “40 years old and nothing happened?” i blushed with embarrassment.”we cant have that” she carried on. “I think everyone should have at least one memorable birthday, and 40 was memorable for me! Are you easily shocked Mr Mercer?” I shook my head. I had no idea where this was going but whatever she had planned i was intrigued “Good, the what if i was to suggest something a little taboo?” again i shook my head “A little mother daughter action?” as she said this her foot rubbed against the inside of my leg.It was as if all the moisture in my mouth had been instantaneously sucked out.”i take that as a yes” she giggled.”Are you sure about this?” i asked”Dont worry” she handed me a piece of paper with an address on it “Be here at 9 and i promise you a night you will never ever forget, bring a change of clothes, something casual will do. then just balıkesir escort bayan put yourself in our hands….”With that she got up, i stood too she moved towards me and kissed me with such passion, her tongue exploring mine in a frenzy and her hand rubbing my hardness through my trousers. and then she was gone. The waitress returned. “Another?” she enquired”No” i replied “I think i’ve had enough!”CHAPTER 2I returned to my motel and couldnt settle. I paced for ages the wonder of what was going to happen tonight. Then the phone went, talk about a bringdown. It was my wife Jan calling, checking up on me more like. i went through the excitement which had been my day with her carefully ommiting the gorgeous receptionist and the coming night of unbridled and taboo sex with her and her daughter.eventually i managed to get rid of her. It was 15 to 9. Shit i didn’t want to be late.I went out to the front desk and asked them to call me a cab, which arrived about 5 mins later, i had a small overnight bag with my clothes in and a small but growing tent in my trousers!We arrived at an apartment block and as i was about to check which buzzer to press when the intercom crackled into life. “Do come in Mr Mercer, its apartment 3c” the door opened and i stepped into a foyer which looked like a film set from the 1930s complete with a concierge desk, which looked like it hadnt been used for 30 years. to the right was an elevator and a door marked “STAIRS” I decided on the stairs. It didnt take long to reach the third floor and it turned out that there were four apartments on each floor. i walked towards the door marked 3c and i could feel my heart in my throat. “Do come in Mr Mercer” it was Gemma. “Make yourself at home” There was not much in the main room, a large very sumptuous couch, infront of an enormous fireplace, fully loaded and burning gently, between the couch and fireplace a white bearskin rug at least escort balıkesir 6ft square. Gemma seated me on the couch, she returned with a glass of scotch which she placed in my hand, then knelt on the floor in front of me and began to undress me, shoes and socks first, then trousers and underpants which gave way to my very hard cockthen as she kissed her way around my chest taking off my shirt i was naked and hard.She looked up at me with those beautiful smokey eyes and took all 7 hard thick inches of my cock into her mouth.Boy this woman knew how to suck cock, her tongue lapped at my balls with every downward pistoning stroke of her mouth. her fingers expertly manipulated my balls, gently squeezing and caressing. All i could think was that i wasn’t going to last very long at this rate! Although the intensity of her sucking didnt decrease. normally i would have shot by now. Gemma let my harder than ever cock slip from my mouth.”If you’re wondering, the scotch was laced, but dont worry nothing nasty, but you’re not going to cum for a few hours yet, its an ejaculation inhibitor!”i was stunned, no wonder i hadnt shot yet. i had no problem with that i thought.Gemma moved me to the floor laying me on my back. the next thing i knew she was 69ing me, her shaved cunt spreading over my mouth, it smelled and tasted wonderful and she was very very juicy. i flicked her hardening clit with my tongue and she shuddered to a climax her cum dripping all over my face. the sucking on my cock continued and she ground her cunt over my face. with a swift movement she turned so her cunt was still clamped to my mouth but i was looking up at her pendulous breasts with the hardest nipples i have ever seen. then i realised that it wasnt gemma who was sucking my cock with such expertise i continued suckling on her engourged clit as the other mouth continued suckling on my cock.Then the sucking stopped and a voice:”Goddam this motherfucker feels good in my throat”At once Gemma lifted herself off my face”Jesus Mother have a little sophistication once in a while”I looked down into the face of mother, who must have been 75 if a day wo smiled a gummy smile and said, “Right now you can suck my cunt!”To Be continued

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