My 60th Birthday

My husband and I were always adventurous. I was a child of the flower and free love generation and I started early and practiced often with many, I should say, any guys. He and I met in college, our first date was to a rock concert. Standing up in the mass of people, I slipped down and sucked him off and others saw and three more guys were added. I didn't care, neither did he. We sucked and fucked, both of us even had bi sex with the other there also during our marriage, nothing was off limits. I'm widowed now, but I still get wet thinking about my 60th birthday celebration.

It was after family had celebrated, about a month later, in a motel room, I was stripped and told to stay that way. My husband left after marking on me in magic marker. "Free Pussy" over my slit, "Cum guzzling whore" across my chest, and "Great Assfuck" across my cheeks. He sent in guys all night to fuck and get sucked. They each put a hash mark on my butt if they had anal, and on my thigh if they had regular sex, and then on my chest if oral.

All in all there were 17 guys ranging in age from 19 to 59, I had 5 marks on my chest, 21 on my thighs and 8 on my butt. I was sore, bruised on my boobs and on my outer vagina lips, and totally bright red on the inner lips, my butt was sore also. We couldnt' have sex for a few days while I recouped, but it was really hot and even at 60 guys still wanted sex with me. I'll never forget it.