TITLE    : Mary Turns 42 Ch. 01
STORYID  : mary-turns-42-ch-01_2006
SUMMARY  : Served &serving to celebrate her 42nd birthday.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2006-07-05
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |watched|blowjob|servant|black|birthday|


As faithful readers know, my lover (Mary) and I have this tradition of giving each other sexual gifts to celebrate our birthdays. It didn't start out as intentional &#x2013; we just did what we enjoyed doing for each other &#x2013; but has grown into something we both truly enjoy and look forward to. Moreover, in celebrating our birthdays each passing year in a physically enjoyable way (that usually tests some segment of our endurance), we keep each other from focusing on the NUMBER of our birthday and instead focusing on the PLEASURE of the birthday.



So, Mary was closing on her 42nd birthday and I was trying to figure out what to give her. For her 40th birthday she had enjoyed two young studs and the surprise of another woman joining the party. For my 40th birthday she had given me a day full of sexual delights which included a videotape of her being well-fucked by three men. For her 41st birthday I had gone all out and spent months setting up a gangbang for her which left her celebrating turning 41 by taking on no less than twelve men in a night. To say that she was "well fucked" would be an understatement. It took her nearly a full day of sleep and two good meals to recover from that &#x2013; and she loved every minute of it. We often watch the videotape made that night and each time it turns me on even more. She gets off watching herself deep-throating several of the larger cocks she took, and is especially excited when she watches herself ride one cock while another fills her ass and another fucks her throat. She can be such a sexual animal sometimes... and I absolutely love it!



One of the things I've most recently learned about my lover is that, while she absolutely enjoys being a submissive (sex slave) &#x2013; having her body used as any man she's with sees fit &#x2013; she also thoroughly enjoys taking control and being quite selfish in her pleasures. As she said once while I was tongue-fucking her tight backdoor, "It's nice to feel pampered sometimes." With that thought on my mind I began considering options for her 42nd birthday.



She and I have a mutual friend named Lance that I knew she found attractive. Lance is a former Marine who has stayed in good shape. He's intelligent and has a quick sense of humor. Another thing that attracts Mary to him is that he's black. Now, in some of Mary's past experiences she'd been fucked by a black guy, but it had never been the focus of the event. For instance, on one weekend we'd spent with our swing group, she was getting a board ride (check out Mary's 41st Birthday GangBang for details) and one of the guys in line was black. She surely enjoyed the fucking but wasn't there specifically to enjoy a black cock. It just happened as a result of circumstances.



When Mary talked to me about Lance it became clear that nearly her entire interest was a curiosity she carried about having sex exclusively with a black guy. Moreover, none of her previous encounters with black men had been photographed or videotaped and she was quite interested in seeing her pussy being speared by a black cock from as many angles as could be managed.



All that was on my mind as I began to plan a weekend celebration of her 42nd birthday. I had a couple lunch meetings with Lance, and he was good to go for my plan. The only warning I gave my lover was to let her know that we'd have company all weekend right before her birthday. She asked lots of questions but got no answers; only devilish grins that let her know something was going on &#x2013; something she was sure she'd enjoy.



Mary always keeps her tan maintained and I especially enjoy the fact that she tans wearing nothing more than the skimpiest of thongs. If you see Mary naked and see white bits, you KNOW you're seeing something private. The only untanned part of her delicious body is her pussy &#x2013; literally just her lips and slit &#x2013; and that very thin crease in between the cheeks of her sexy ass. So, if you see white, you know you've seen something tasty. If you TASTE white, all the better.



On the Friday before the weekend, I asked her to take the day off from work and she agreed. I had scheduled a day at the spa for her and wanted her to be able to fully enjoy it. The day at the spa included a full body (non-erotic) massage, manicure, pedicure, facial and getting her hair done. Having thus been pampered, I picked her up at the spa when she was all done and took her to a decent restaurant for dinner. It wasn't a super fancy place, but it was nice and we got to enjoy a relaxed meal while we talked about the weekend ahead. I shared my plan with her, but kept the "guest's" identity a secret.



"I've got a surprise for you this weekend," I told her.



"Really?" she said, perking right up. "Are you going to tell me about it?"



"Some of it," I smiled in reply. "Some of it has to remain a surprise."



She half pouted and then smiled again. "Okay, so tell me about the parts that you can."



"Well," I said, "as you know, we're going to entertain a guest." She nodded. "Who the guest is will have to remain a mystery for you for now." She pouted again and then nodded her acceptance. "Our guest will be arriving tomorrow morning at about eight..."



"So early on a Saturday?" she interrupted.



"Let me finish and you'll understand," I half-scolded her. She hushed, nodded and quietly waited for me to keep going. "Our guest will arrive around eight and from the time of our guest's arrival until four p.m., our guest will be acting as your servant." Her eyebrows went up upon hearing that and I knew I had to elaborate. "Our guest is someone you have expressed interest in and whom I believe you will enjoy having service you," I grinned before finishing, "in more ways than one. I will also be home but will do all I can to stay out of the way. I may run the videocamera or take pictures if it seems appropriate, but mostly I will just make sure that you and our guest have everything you need to enjoy the day."



She nodded and I continued. "At four p.m., the rules will change, and from four to midnight you will be our servant. At midnight our guest will leave and we can enjoy the remainder of the night. Sunday will be enjoyed between us." I looked at her and asked, "Does that sound like an okay way to spend your birthday weekend?"



She hesitated just a bit before answering. "I think so, but I have a few questions..."



"Ask," I said. "I'll answer what I can."



"Okay," she said and then sat there thinking for a few minutes before starting with her questions. "Is the guest someone I know and find attractive?"



"I will answer only this question about our guest. No others." She nodded that she understood, so I continued. "Our guest is a man you find attractive and enjoy the company of. I believe that you will thoroughly enjoy having him as your slave for the eight hours during the day and I encourage you to take full advantage of it in every way."



"Fair enough," she said with a mock pout. "What have you told him about sexual relations with me?"



"I've told him that he should do as he's told and that he will be well rewarded. I've also told him that you don't like men cumming in your mouth, but that circumstances sometimes permitted that to happen without you complaining." She nodded.



"And he is my servant for the day?"



"Starting the moment he walks in the front door in the morning," I answered.



"And you'll not be participating in the day?"



"If you ask me to, I will," I replied. "But I wanted to kind of stay out of the way and let you enjoy your day... play the role of observer and recorder for you because I'm certain you will want the memories to enjoy later." By "memories" both Mary and I knew I meant pictures and video.



"But at four in the afternoon his servitude will end and I will become a sex slave to both of you?" she asked. Her voice sounded like she wanted to be aggravated but was excited instead.



"You'll be our servant. How we choose to use you may be sexual, but it may be other things as well. Rest assured, just like always, if you get used for our sexual pleasure you will receive an equal amount of sexual pleasure and no discomfort will be forced on you." I worded that answer carefully because I knew my sexy lover enjoyed the discomfort of having her luscious ass spanked.



"And at midnight he'll leave?"



"Unless you specifically request otherwise," I replied. "This weekend is about making you happy. It's a birthday gift for you."



"And on Sunday we get to enjoy the day together?"



"Yes," I answered simply. "It's my current plan to spoil you rotten that day and make it as pleasurable for you as I can." She smiled at that thought.



After another few moments of silence she finally said, "Okay. Sounds good to me. I look forward to it!" I smiled back, raised my glass in a toast to her happiness and continued on with dinner. When we'd finished dinner we went to a movie that had just been released and then home to bed. We got into bed about midnight, made love and fell asleep snuggled together. I really enjoy the fact that my lover doesn't feel the need to jump up and clean up after sex. The idea of her pussy leaking my cum turns me on for some reason...



The next morning I was up at 6:30. My lover had slept in, usually rising much earlier than that. I had coffee ready for her and a large mug delivered as she got up at about 7:30 and got into the shower. I noticed the time and knew that she was going to be in the shower until about 8:00. I wondered if she was going to have her new servant report to her in the bathroom while she was drying off, but things didn't work out that way. She had just finished drying off and had tied on her robe when the front doorbell rang. I asked her if she wanted me to answer it or if she was going to, and she answered me by waving me away as she approached the door.



When Mary opened the door and saw Lance, a HUGE smile crossed her face and I saw her fidget her feet around as if her pussy was all of a sudden dripping wet.



"Well, good morning," she said, stepping aside so Lance could step in. He was carrying a small bag that I knew had some different clothes in it, as well as a special gift he'd brought for Mary's birthday.



"Good morning, ma'am," he replied as he stepped across the threshold.



"Ma'am?" Mary asked him with a smile.



"Yes, ma'am," Lance answered. "It's my understanding that my place is as your servant in every way for the next eight hours. That means calling you either 'ma'am' or 'mistress'. Which would you prefer?"



Taking that in, Mary answered, "Whatever seems right at the moment." Lance nodded his understanding and just stood there. He didn't know what to do next and Mary wasn't quite ready (apparently) to give him an order.



"Good morning," I said to him to break the tension. "I've got coffee on in the kitchen if she'll allow you any." Lance nodded. Mary looked at me and then him.



"Have you had any breakfast?" she asked.



"No, ma'am," he answered.



She nodded in acknowledgement and then gave him his first order of the day. "I know Wolf has breakfast about ready because he was working on it while I was in the shower and it smells delicious. Join me for breakfast and we'll discuss your duties for the day." With that, she turned on her heel and headed back to the kitchen.



Lance caught my eye and mouthed, "duties?" I nodded and jerked my head at him to follow me to the kitchen.



"Sit down," Mary ordered him, indicating the chair next to where she normally sits.



"Yes, ma'am," he answered and sat. I served them breakfast while they both sat there saying nothing. Mary was looking Lance up and down like a lioness stalks her prey. Once breakfast was served, Mary set the ground rules for Lance in between bites of her eggs, bacon, English muffin and drinks of coffee.



"Wolf has made it clear to me that until four this afternoon you're to be my personal servant," she said. Lance didn't answer, but nodded his head as he chewed. "Very good," she said. "After breakfast I am in the mood for a good back massage, but you're dressed wrong for your duties today." It was the second time she'd used the word "duties" and I knew Lance had noticed. Lance, being a former Marine, gave strong consideration to "duty" and I wondered if Mary knew that and was intentionally using the word to make him feel more obligated to following her orders. She continued. "After you've finished eating, you'll go change into something more... showcasing." She paused, looked at me and then back to Lance. "Did you bring something in your bag that will suit the purpose?"



Lance finished chewing and swallowed to answer. "I brought a pair of properly fit swimming trunks that I believe you might enjoy."



She nodded. "Very good. That will do until I say otherwise. We'll see how the day goes after the back massage but I believe you may have to drive me around shopping before lunch and you will probably have to make sure I don't burn next to the pool this afternoon." That was an interesting comment. We had two pools: one indoor and one outdoor. Because my lover all but worships the sun, we'd had UV lights installed around and over the indoor pool &#x2013; not only did they provide heat, but they also allowed my lover to tan during the colder winter months. So, even in December, it was a reality that Lance would have to make sure her lotion was reapplied as necessary around the pool. Given what she wears to tan, it surely meant that he'd be feeling up quite a bit of her body.



He nodded his understanding of everything and continued to eat. He consumed the food as if it was his only source of pleasure at that moment. He finished eating before Mary did and immediately excused himself &#x2013; with her permission &#x2013; to go change. Once he had left the room, Mary looked over at me and said, "Thank you."



"My pleasure," I replied with a smile.



"It will be later," she giggled. "But until then, it's going to be all about my pleasure."



"That's why he's here," I told her. "He's a gift to you to enjoy in every way you want and I knew you wanted to."



She nodded and then finished her breakfast. Lance came back into the room just as she was swallowing down her last gulp of coffee. The bathing suit he had on would best be described as swim shorts. It wasn't skin tight nylon, but it wasn't a pair of kowabunga-knee-length trunks either. The suit looked like a short pair of shorts &#x2013; almost like bootie shorts for a man. The legs stopped just below his crotch and the suit fit him pretty snug. His package was obvious &#x2013; as was everything that wasn't covered. As I said, he'd kept in pretty good shape. He didn't have a crisp-cut set of washboard abs &#x2013; but the lines of his sixpack were obvious as were his chest, shoulder and arm muscles. His legs were muscular as well, and the snug fit of his shorts only emphasized his physique. Mary took it all in at a glance and smiled. "That's much better," she said. Standing up &#x2013; showing plenty of leg in her short robe &#x2013; she crooked her finger at him and said, "Come with me." With that she headed for the stairs to the basement.



I knew where she was going. Down in the basement we had a massage bed set up. It wasn't originally designed as a massage bed. It was actually just a regular twin bed. But, to facilitate its use for massages &#x2013; since we both like giving and receiving them so much &#x2013; we had built up a small platform for the bed to sit on, so that someone laying on the bed was about waist high on a person standing next to the bed. It allowed the person giving the massage to do a good job without actually having to get on the bed as well &#x2013; although that happened quite a bit too.



Every fiber of my being wanted to follow them down the stairs. I was curious as to whether Mary would simply drop her robe to get her massage nude, or if she'd exercise any kind of control and keep her ass covered during her back massage. Instead, I took care of the breakfast dishes, got myself another cup of coffee, grabbed both the video camera and the digital still camera, and headed down the stares. I didn't worry about trying to be quiet. Mary and Lance knew I'd be around all day. Lance knew that Mary and I had a relatively open sex life, and in fact, he knew that during the day sometime &#x2013; either as her servant or when she was ours &#x2013; he was GOING to get sucked and fucked. It was only a matter of time.



When I got low enough on the stairs I looked over and saw Mary on the massage bed. She was laying on her belly with her arms in front of her and bent so that her head was resting on one forearm. Her legs were outstretched and not spread &#x2013; but not clamped shut either. Her robe was indeed draped over her butt &#x2013; and it covered JUST her butt. The entire length of her legs was exposed up to the crease of her butt cheek at the top of each thigh. At the "high" end, her robe was low enough that I think it just barely hid the top of the crack in her ass. From the side I was on, the full glove of a squished boob as she laid there was visible. Her eyes were closed and Lance was massaging warm oil into her back.



The warm oil was always available at the side of the bed. It was part of a collection of massage oils and flavored lubricants that we kept there, essentially in a ceramic container maintained on a hotplate. The hotplate had a digital temperature setting that stayed at 100 degrees. That way, we never had to worry about warming up oils. If one of us was giving the other a massage &#x2013; or someone else for that matter &#x2013; the oil was always warm. We'd also learned that, by putting water around all the containers of lubes and oils, we could drop in waterproof toys (Mary had a glass dildo and a green vibrator that were her favorites) and keep them warm as well. That way she didn't have to suffer through a cold first touch if she wanted to play with them.



Lance nodded at me when our eyes met and he looked at the cameras. We had already discussed this during our planning stages, so he knew that I'd be recording all I could for her future enjoyment. Setting down the videocamera and my coffee, I took several pictures from different angles. I know Mary heard the flash and click of the camera &#x2013; present even though it was digital. Nice to know what camera makers think of. I got a picture of her peaceful face slightly smiling. I got a picture from both sides to show how much of her boobs were showing. I got a picture from the foot of the bed to show what was visible between her legs &#x2013; and then I took a close up from that same angle because I could see the slickness building between her smooth shaven pussy lips. Then I made sure that I got some pictures of Lance working on her back, consciously trying to showcase his body in those pictures for her future enjoyment.



When I was done, I got close to the head of the massage table and bent over to whisper to her. "I've gotten all the pics I think you'll want for now... Do you need me to stay down here to take any more?"



She smiled because she knew what I was really asking. If there was going to be any sexual activity, I wanted to stay and take pictures. If not, then I was going to go back upstairs and find a way of filling the time. Apparently she was exercising some great self-control because she whispered back to me. "I think that's good for now. When he's done rubbing we'll be up to get ready for shopping. You'll want to go with us for that."



"Okay," I replied. I gave her a kiss on the head and headed back upstairs. Lance never looked away from his work and seemed to really be working hard at relaxing her back. For her part, Mary was moaning here and there at a particular intense rub. My cock was twitching and I was almost hoping that she'd go ahead and get on with it: I knew she wanted to fuck him and I knew he wanted to fuck her. Neither of them had made any secret of it in the past. Now here they were both pretending like he was a professional masseur and there was nothing erotic about the situation.

<hr pg="2" />Almost forty-five minutes later they came back upstairs. Mary had her robe on just as she had when they had gone down for massage, but Lance's swimsuit looked slightly uncomfortable. I was positive Mary was horny out of her mind but she looked like it was just another day &#x2013; as if she was used to having a man waiting on her hand and foot.



As they passed me by, Mary said, "We're going upstairs to get me dressed, baby. If you're going to come shopping with us you should probably be ready to go in about twenty minutes or so." Not waiting for my answer she led Lance up the stairs. Now I knew, from previous experience, that the robe Mary had on made for very pleasurable viewing if you followed her up the stairs. I knew that Lance was enjoying a look at her naked ass and probably a nice look at her pussy too. If she was wet enough, her thighs would be slick and it would be obvious if you followed her up the stairs. I wasn't sure what had happened in the basement &#x2013; what he had or hadn't seen &#x2013; but I was sure he was seeing it all as they went up the stairs. I had to go up as well to get dressed "to go shopping". This was going to be interesting.



When I got up to the bedroom I found Mary standing completely naked next to the bed, ordering Lance to bring out various pieces of clothing from the closet as she tried to decide what thong and bra she should wear with what clothes. I have to give Lance credit. He wasn't ogling her body. He was acting like he did this every morning and seeing Mary naked was no big deal. The growing bulge in his swimsuit gave away the real truth.



My selection was easy. Jeans and a polo shirt, comfortable shoes and I was ready to go. Mary finally settled on a set of matching sheer leopard print thong and bra over which she put a snug hip-length polo and skin tight jean shorts. Not short shorts, but not reaching her knees either, the shorts really augmented the shape of her tasty butt and showed of her legs to perfection. Already five feet ten inches tall, my lover didn't need any help, but she put on a pair of sandals that had a two-inch heel. I knew she did that to really make her leg muscles stand out &#x2013; and her legs DO look fantastic.



After Lance had knelt at her feet to fasten on her sandals, he was ordered to go and dress suitably for duties as a chauffer and shopping assistant. With a "yes, ma'am" he was out of the room and on his way back down to his bag. Once he was out of the room Mary stepped over to me, took my face in both hands and gave me a kiss that could only be described as aggressively dominant. Her lips locked onto mine and her tongue immediately searched mine out &#x2013; wrestling, caressing... and then she started sucking on my tongue as if it was a small cock before breaking the kiss. Meeting my eyes she said, "Thank you. This is being so much fun." I saw the twinkle in her eye and knew she was having a blast. I was happy to make her birthday celebration so much fun for her.



"Good," I said. "I'm glad. Dare I ask where we're going shopping?" For my 40th birthday she had taken me shopping in a mall that was filled exclusively with adult stores. I wouldn't put that past her on this particular morning.



"Just to the mall," she said with a devilish smile. "Victoria's Secret is going to be lots of fun." With that she turned and headed out of the room. I followed.



Now you have to understand that shopping at Victoria's Secret with Mary inevitably means that she's going to try on LOTS of underwear. Thongs, panties, bras... negligees, and more. She truly delights in seeing how hard she can make me as she models the various pieces and more than once I've cum in or on her in a Victoria's Secret changing room. In fact, we'd once been interrupted by an employee in this particular Victoria's Secret just as I was getting ready to cum deep inside my lover's cunt. The employee didn't say anything, but seeing what was going on, knelt beside Mary, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The message and invitation was clear. Mary moaned, I groaned, and pulled my cock out unsure of what to do. Mary took over, grabbing my pulsing cock which was getting ready to shoot, and literally pulling it over into the employee's open mouth. With my lover encouraging me ("Give it to her, baby. Cum in her mouth") she stroked my cock and helped me cum all over the tongue, lips, cheeks and chin of that employee. That's a whole different story though and one that can be told another time.



Getting downstairs I found Lance dressed in a pair of black dress slacks, black shoes and a white polo shirt. His gold watch, belt and rings all matched. He looked pretty sharp. Mary looked at his clothing and said, "It'll do," and then turned to head for the garage.



We have several vehicles but Mary knew what she was doing for this trip. From the pegboard in the garage she took the keys for our Excursion and handed them to Lance. As she did she said, "You'll drive. We'll ride in the back. Try not to get distracted."



"Yes, ma'am," he answered.



She continued by telling him where she wanted to go and then took me by the hand and led me out to the truck. Lance followed but beat us to the door and opened it for us. Mary stepped up and in and I enjoyed the view (as always). Once we were both seated, Lance closed the door for us, slid into the driver's seat and started up. Away we went.



As we were driving down the road &#x2013; the mall was about a half hour drive away &#x2013; Mary reached over and began to massage my bulge. With a delicious grin she undid my belt, unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans, and then told me to lift my butt so she could wiggle my pants down. I had a brief moment of embarrassment as I realized Lance could see everything in the rear view mirror, but I think that was Mary's intention. After another few moments of stroking my erection, she bent over and sucked my cock into her mouth.



Mary is highly skilled at giving head and LOVES to have a hard cock in her mouth. She truly enjoys the taste of precum and &#x2013; although she tells me she doesn't want anyone to cum in her mouth &#x2013; sometimes she gets carried away enough with the blowjob not to stop when I start to cum. When that happens she usually buries my cock as deep in her throat as she can get it so that my cum just shoots straight down to her belly and she doesn't have to taste any of it. Apparently the texture and slight bitter tinge of a man's ejaculate is what bugs her. If I could get my cum to taste like powdered sugar, I think she'd beg for it everyday.



So, as Lance drove along, Mary started bobbing her head up and down my length, her tongue swirling around the crown each time she bobbed up, and her nose buried in my trimmed short public hairs each time she bobbed down. Just because I know she likes it so much I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it down even farther every other stroke or so. With her hands she massaged my balls &#x2013; as if trying to squeeze cum out of them &#x2013; and stroked my length each time it was exposed as she pulled her mouth up.



When we were about half way to the mall I was ready to explode, but I wasn't sure what she wanted to do. So I gave her a warning in a soft voice &#x2013; fully expecting her to finish me with her hand &#x2013; we had napkins available in the glove box for the mess. Instead, she started sucking me even more aggressively and it occurred to me that she was showing off for Lance. I even wondered if she was trying to send him a message: "I know Wolf told you you can't come in my mouth but this weekend it's okay." Whatever it was... she never slowed down and in another minute or so my balls were emptying themselves. When she felt my cock give that precum-swell and my balls tighten, she shoved her head down on my cock and I helped by pushing down on the back of her head... hard. The swollen knob of my cockhead was in her throat and she would never taste even a drop of my cum. I shot five or six globs and then felt the pulsating begin to pass. Squeezing the base of my dick to make sure no more cum oozed out, Mary took me out of her mouth and then stroked my cock to get the remaining cum out. She used a napkin to clean up and then sat up with a big smile. No one said anything. Lance finished driving us to the mall, and by the time we had parked I had my pants back up, zipped, buttoned and buckled. Lance opened Mary's door for her and I saw him take a good long hard look at her sexy legs as he offered her a hand to step out of the truck.

