Happy Birthday, Darling!

I have been a part-time adjunct professor at a local junior college twice a week for nearly a year now. In order to prepare for a 5K run, I began walking and running around the school track. It was during these runs that I eventually met and became good friends with two other JC employees, Colin and Dan.

Let me tell you a little about them. Colin was a Promotions & Events Director for the college. He was 45, around 6'2", 210 pounds and because of his size had been very involved in sports his whole life. He made it a point to stay in good physical shape and, as my wife would admit, "He wasn't hard to look at"! Colin had gone through a messy divorce a year earlier and had finally come to terms with it and had started to date again, although infrequently.

Dan was a Director of Student Financials. He was not what you expected of a stereotypical number-cruncher. He was about 5'11", thin, shoulder-length blond hair and several tattoos. His Italian heritage gave him that enviable olive-tan skin. At 56, Dan's personality was better suited to an aging hippie than a number-cruncher. His wife, Vivienne's personality matched his. They sometimes behaved more like teenagers than a middle-aged couple but that's what made them fun to be around. Dan and Vivienne had no children. They preferred to live life loose and spontaneous.

Over time, the five of us became rather close friends. We occasionally went out to dinner together or just hung out at each other's home since they both lived nearby. Like Vicki, Vivienne and Colin were addicted to Supernatural, so we got in the habit of getting together weekly to watch the latest new episode.

Colin had retained ownership of his cabin in Lake Arrowhead in the settlement and he had often discussed upgrades he'd like to do to increase its comfort and value with Dan and I. The spring weather was wonderful and inspired Colin to call and invite Dan and Vivienne and Vicki and I up to his cabin this coming weekend. He asked if we wouldn't mind helping him install some track lighting he had been wanting to get installed. Now Vicki loves the mountains and really wanted to go and relax a little in a local mountain resort, but she had a Saturday job and didn't want to give her boss, at her second job, such short notice. Besides, we had planned to take Vicki out for her birthday dinner that Friday night.

Colin pleaded to Vicki to go. "Enjoy your birthday, talk to your boss, I'm sure she will understand and then drive up in the morning. I'll even get you a cake"! Vicki relented; she rarely asked for a day off and knew Shelley would encourage her to take the opportunity to relax.

We arrived on Saturday morning. The air was crisp and clean, scented with pine. Colin's cabin was gorgeous and surprisingly secluded. It only had 2 bedrooms but with 2 baths and a beautiful view of the lake. Colin had decided that the married couples would have the bedrooms and he would use the sofa bed in the living room.

Dan and Vivienne had cooked a gourmet breakfast and we were just in time to join them. After cleaning up, we discussed all of us taking a hike. Colin, Dan and Vivienne had taken Friday off and had taken an extensive hike together yesterday and now just wanted to relax the rest of the weekend. Vicki put together a picnic lunch and, stuffing this into a backpack with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, we embarked on the hike they recommended.

After hiking a couple of hours, I led Vicki off the main trail and up to a lightly traveled trail Colin had secretly suggested to me. A further 20-minute hike led us to a small, romantic clearing that had a small waterfall and cool mountain pool. We ate our picnic lunch and several glasses of wine. Feeling it was well secluded, I, of course, began to try to convince Vicki to cool off and skinny dip in the pool and allow me to take some nature photos.

Unconvinced it was secluded enough and afraid that we would be caught, she steadfastly refused. No amount of pleading could persuade her. Shrugging my shoulders, I stripped down nude and stood naked under the waterfall, washing the sweat and dust from the hike off my body. It felt absolutely wonderful to stand there with no clothing, the cool mountain water washing me clean, the cool air refreshing me, surrounded by all this beautiful nature.

I anticipated that Vicki would eventually relent and join me, but she didn't... although she did pick up my camera and began to photograph me nude in nature, even suggesting some poses. It wasn't long before she was reminding me to put the photos in a place where no one could find them. Frustrated and a little angry, I decided it was time to get back to the cabin. It took longer to get back due to our taking the wrong trail on the way back. It was already dark by the time we reached the cabin.

We arrived to find that Dan had made a couple of pitchers of Long Island Ice Teas for everyone. These tasted sooo good after a long and dusty hike. They were deceptively strong and we all probably drank more than we should have. Colin prepared a simple dinner of spaghetti, meatballs and garlic bread. While Vicki and I did dishes, Colin, Dan and Vivienne changed into pajamas settled into the couches in the living room to relax. With cleanup completed, Vicki and I showered, separately, (I was still upset about the missed romantic opportunity this afternoon) and changed into our pajamas.

We sat around talking and drinking more ice teas. Vivienne apparently had a very low tolerance and quickly fell asleep. When she began to snore loudly, Dan picked her up and carried her to their bed. After tucking her into bed he returned to join us with a lit joint in between his lips. After passing it to Colin, it was then offered to me. Initially, turning it down, I succumbed to their pressure and taunts to just take one hit and relax.

Knowing Vicki would refuse, I tried to hand it back to Dan who then insisted that Vicki try it. Using their best arguments, teasing and cajoling they finally convinced Vicki to take just one puff. (The Long Island Ice Teas apparently had begun to kick in overcoming her resistance and better judgment). Her plan to mollify them was to take a very small puff and then not inhale. Just as she started to inhale, Dan took an ice cube from his glass and pressed it against the back of her neck causing her to involuntarily inhale deeply. Vicki coughed for several minutes as Dan and Colin laughed and joked before getting genuinely concerned and began apologizing profusely.

After talking a little longer, we all began to feel the effects of the drinks and the weed. The pot was pretty strong and the effects almost immediate. Although the initial rush initially frightened her, Vicki shortly seemed to let loose and visibly de-stress. She kept repeating how relaxed it was making her feel. She surprised me as she began to tell them about our picnic, my skinny dipping and even the photos she took. This was not something she would have ordinarily volunteered. Taking my perspective, Colin and Dan admonished her about being prudish and missing such a great opportunity to share a loving and romantic moment. So what if someone happened to see! Vicki's silence showed that she was actually considering their arguments and perhaps wondered if she had been wrong?

Pouting, she sunk back into the couch. (I never saw her pout before)! Sensing the discussion was complete, Colin changed the subject, asking about our birthday dinner. After a short review of where we went and what we did for her birthday, Dan joked to Vicki, "Did you get your birthday spankings"? We all laughed. I sat up straight and declared, "Actually, she did not!"

Standing up suddenly, I stepped over to Vicki, reached down and grabbed her under her armpits, pulling over to the couch and over and across my lap. Colin, quickly grasping what was about to happen, took Vicki's shoulders from me and completed pulling her until her ass was centered in my lap. Her head landed in Colin's lap. As Vicki thrashed around, Dan then asked how many spanks I was going to give Vicki. Knowing Vicki was sensitive about her age I said, "Let's just say 50!" Vicki squealed, "NO!". She struggled and thrashed helplessly. She was held tight with no chance to escape what was to come.

I started the spankings out slow, but Vicki kept putting her hands in the way, protecting her ass, so I announced that I would have to start all over again. At this point in the story, I do want to remind the reader that my judgment, OUR judgment, was impaired due to alcohol and weed consumption?

Colin and Dan were laughing and encouraging the birthday spankings. They urged Vicki to just take her spankings and get them over! Starting again, a little harder this time, Vicki continued to fight and cover her posterior so I couldn't get a good whack in. I asked Colin to grab her hands so I could deliver 50 whacks without interference.

Colin happily complied and extended her arms over her head he held both her wrists in just one of his hands.

I announced to our little group that I once again needed to start over. I guess I was still feeling sexually frustrated and a little angry over our argument during the afternoon hike and her struggling was causing a mean streak in me to surface. Did I mention that I was under the influence also?

Grabbing the waistband of her pajama bottoms at the hips, I pulled them down to the top of her thighs, exposing her bare ass to the obvious delight of both Colin and Dan. Through the haze of alcohol and weed, Vicki was slow to register what had just happened until the first spank landed on her exposed, bare ass and the flashes from Dan's cell phone began.

"Pull my bottoms back up!" Vicki demanded, red-faced. Thoroughly enjoying the sight of Vicki's ass laid out bare, Colin and Dan made frequent comments that "I was such a damn, lucky man", "Vicki should be proud of her ass" and that they had always wondered what that ass looked like but never thought they would get to see it.

I explained to her that she was going to remain bare-assed until she agreed to stay quiet, stop struggling and just get her birthday spankings over. If she complained, the spankings would be restarted at zero. I reminded her that we all have had a good look at her ass by now, so it was better to just get it all over with. With her face flushed crimson red, she surprised us all by agreeing, with no further protest. I suspected that she was secretly turned on by the unexpected, admiring comments and being seen partially naked.

I began the spankings slowly, some soft, still causing Vicki to exclaim, "Ow!" on each and every spank. Every fifth spank I would pause to soothe and caress her reddening ass. When I reached the count of 20, I teased that my arm was getting tired. Colin and Dan quickly said, "Give us a turn!" Dan stated that they could each give her 15 spanks each. Although Vicki said, "No", she said it quietly and without much real resistance in it.

Vicki's head was resting in Colin's lap and there was no denying his appreciation of Vicki's pretty ass. His rock-hard erection was a testament to this and was quite obvious as her cheek pressed against it beneath his pajamas. She was also aware of Bill's hard-on against her thigh. She was faced towards Dan, sitting across on the other couch, and could hardly miss the large tent he had in his pajama shorts. I think that, despite her unwillingness to admit it, even to herself, she was getting quite excited and stimulated by the effect her body was having on two other desirable men that were not her husband.

"My turn!" Colin shouted and anxious to get his turn spanking her bare ass, Colin pulled Vicki by the waist across our laps. As he drug her across our laps, her pajama bottoms were stripped down her thighs and bunched up around her ankles. Now naked from the waist down, Vicki squealed and pleaded loudly for me to pull them back up.

Dan insisted her outburst violated the agreement and this meant we had to begin the spankings all over again. With testosterone now firing on all cylinders, I told her no and grabbing her pajama bottoms with one hand; I quickly yanked them off her ankles and stuffed them down into the back of the couch. Vicki screamed, demanding, finally begging, to have her pants back. Completely ignoring her pleas, I instead offered to continue with the current count if Vicki agreed to quiet down again and take her spankings. Much quieter this time, she whispered, "OK".

With a huge grin on his face, Colin continued his round with 15 remaining spankings. In no hurry, he gave each bare cheek a sharp smack then he would rub and caress her bare cheeks. Vicki wasn't struggling to get away anymore, so I got up from my seat to take a video and some photos with my phone. Dan quickly jumped up and claimed my vacant spot.

I noticed that Vicki's eyes were closed so I was able to take some video and photos, without the expected protestation, as long as I didn't use flash to give it away. As soon as Colin landed his fifteenth spank, Dan proclaimed that it was his turn and rather roughly pulled Vicki by her hips back over to his lap. Dragging her across their legs the opposite direction resulted in her pajama top being pulled up and bunching up under her neck and armpits.

So suddenly, before Vicki or I had an opportunity to object, Colin whisked the top over her head, up her arms and stuffed them, along with her bottoms, down the sofa cushions. Vicki screamed, although not as loud as I would have expected. She demanded her pajama top back. She didn't want to be naked! (I mentally noted that she was no longer asking for her bottoms back)?

I told Colin to give her back her pajama top, that we had agreed to just the spanking. Colin protested that an opportunity like this rarely happens and we need to take advantage of it. "Besides," he exclaimed, "I know she is actually enjoying this. Her pussy is SO wet she has completely soaked the right leg of my pajamas". Knowing this to be true, Vicki was too embarrassed to protest further or to say anything else. She was surprised to realize that she HAD gotten quite excited and horny.

Possibly due to the influence of the weed, she began to believe that perhaps her strict inhibitions were somewhat foolish, and modesty was overrated. (Definitely, the weed talking here now)! The frequent appreciative comments and genuinely admiring looks helped her to realize that she was really was still attractive and, although not perfect, looked damn good naked and why shouldn't she acknowledge and enjoy the appreciation her body elicited!

We wouldn't have been persuaded to return her pajama top anyway now that the frenzy of a pack hunt came over us. We had a beautiful, sexy and completely nude woman in front of us and weren't going to voluntarily spoil our fun. The sight of Vicki laying there nude, being touched and admired by my two best friends made me proud and privileged to be her husband.

Dan took an exaggeratingly long time to complete his spankings and caresses. Looking through my cell phone as I videoed, I could see that, with her head in Colin's lap, Vicki's breast was resting atop his right hand which now was busy massaging her breasts slowly and occasionally pulling on her nipples without any comment or protestation. I knew I should be jealous and put an immediate stop to all this before things went dangerously awry, but I was mesmerized by the sight before me.

Here was my shy, inhibited wife, Vicki, completely NUDE with her back, crimson ass and thighs completely exposed to my two best friends' lascivious sight, as one spanked and ran his hands over her butt cheeks and the other lovingly caressed and stimulated her breasts and nipples. This was a fantasy situation that none of us could have ever imagined actually happening in a real-life setting.

As I watched Vicki's face, I noticed that her eyes were closed, and she was softly biting her lower lip with a slight smile visible. She no longer seemed embarrassed or self-conscious, quite the contrary, she appeared to have a relaxed expression on her face of someone who was enjoying a pleasing massage session. Her arms were still extended out over her head even though Colin had stopped holding them there. (Vicki later confided to me that she had gotten so worked up by that time that she nearly orgasmed several times as Colin massaged her breasts and nipples). She couldn't object or struggle because she was too busy biting her lip in the fear that the next spanking or pull on her nipple would push her over into an electrifying orgasm right there in their laps. She confided that the sexual tension and attempts at control had nearly exhausted her by this time.

Having completed the last of Vicki's birthday spankings, Dan winked at Colin and I and without having a word conveyed out loud, used head motions to Colin to silently communicate his next intentions. Grabbing Vicki by the hips and shoulders, they flipped her face up. As they held Vicki by the ankles and wrists, they each commanded me to take photos with their phones. Still caught up in the fantasy, I complied.

Vicki began to kick and struggle, yelling "No pictures!" over and over. Colin calmed her down asking her to just listen for a minute. He offered the following agreement. If she would voluntarily take a few more photos with each of them, we would give Vicki all our phones to hold overnight for security. Then we would review them, as a group, one final time before allowing Vicki to delete them. He said this was so they could at least keep the mental pictures in their head.

Feeling she had little choice anyway she agreed. She did not want those photos getting out where anyone else could see them. Besides, she had been nude and touched by them all for the better of an hour and a half. She admitted later that she was even a little curious herself to see how she appeared, nude, with several nice-looking men posing and admiring her nude form. Gathering courage, she even suggested that it was unfair that she was the only one naked and that we should all strip too. Reality was quickly setting back in, testosterone levels dropping; we refused, fearing that it could go far.

After a few more photos, Vicki asked if we were done! We all replied, "Yes". With the camera still raised, Vicki stormed over, grabbed my pajama shorts and stripped them down to my ankles. Then, showing an aggressiveness I didn't know she possessed, she pushed me backward onto the sofa, pulled my shorts off my feet and with her right hand grasped my swollen cock and pulling me by it, both of us naked now, off into the bedroom. Once she slammed the door shut, she pounced on top of me like a wild tigress. We had the loudest, most earth-shattering orgasms together we had ever had.

The next morning, we had breakfast then gathered around the phones to review the photos and videos. Vivienne, still hung-over and sleeping in, remained in bed. After viewing each one, the owner of each phone showed Vicki the deletion of each photo to assure their destruction. A little later, as we packed up to head back home, Colin announced, with a chuckle, that it was his birthday next month in case we wanted to celebrate at the cabin again.

Vicki face broke into an evil grin and displayed a sparkle in her eyes saying, "I wouldn't miss it!"