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So I am officially getting old. I am turning 50 this year. That also means that many of my childhood and school friends are, too.

I have never been one to make a big deal about birthdays, and most of my friends haven’t made big deals about their birthdays, at least since 21. Fifty seems to be one that is different. Some of us plan to do nothing, and others want to pull out all of the stops. One invited a bunch of us to join a safari and Kilimanjaro climb. Sadly, didn’t work with my schedule. Others are throwing bashes that resemble a large wedding reception. Some want to go to Vegas or Cabo for a weekend.

My school best friend/ roommate planned a trip to Thailand. Surprisingly, 17 of his friends and about 10 of his family members made the trip. It is not easy or cheap to get to Thailand, and this was early December, right in the middle of the holidays. So I didn’t expect that many to attend.

Mark and I lived in different parts of the country. I live in California and he stayed in the Midwest where we went to college and near where he grew up. We hadn’t seen much of each other in recent years. Usually once or twice a year.

He is very financially successful. My wife and I are reasonably so. But they way he and his wife spend when we get together is out of the norm for us. When we got together, he also partied like we were still in school. His wife says he barely drinks most of the time, but every couple of months when he sees old friends he goes all out.

The party was three nights in Koh Samui, but my wife and I decided to make it a 14-day trip with a couple of nights in Bangkok, a trip to Siem Reap, and a couple of nights in Chang Mai. We had never left the kids for that long, but figured it was a rare opportunity to go on a trip with just us.

My wife, Kim, is gorgeous. Blonde, 45, thin, 5’6” with great b-cups, even if she thinks she needs augmentation. I love them. The shape, the way they hang, the size of her areolas, her long nipples that get hard so easily (which makes her very self conscious but turns me on so much when they poke through).

I am Ben. Almost 50. Average height, a little above average weight, average looking. I all the time think I have a big, warm personality because I need to compensate for all of the average. But it seems to work for me. I usually make easy acquaintances in new groups and I chose a career field where likeability is a plus.

Our sex life has been lacking for years. Sex is really good when we have it, but it is too infrequent. Kids, work, stress, health, lots of things seem to get in the way. I was hoping this trip would be a chance to reconnect sexually.

Well it didn’t begin that way. Bangkok was a whirlwind. She was too tired when we got there. Then we got fitted for new suits (Narry Tailor is fantastic), saw the sights, etc. It was only two nights and the time change robbed us of some time.

So then I wondered the island would be our chance to have fun. We got there in the early afternoon and hit the beach. Mark had a dinner planned for 8 p.m. so beach, sex, and nap was my goal.

The hotel sat on a bay. The water was warm and not deep. Maybe 3-4 feet for hundreds of yards out, with a couple of spots deeper and shallower.

My wife was looking so sexy in a two-piece with her nipples poking out how I like them. Of course she almost didn’t wear it out of the room because she was concerned about her nipples. I told her the bulk of the group wasn’t expected to the hotel until 5 so we wouldn’t see anyone we know.

We swam and flirted. Kissed a bit. It was finally gonna plan for me. We stopped at the resort’s beachside restaurant bar for a snack to tide us over until dinner and then planned on a nap (sex? I hoped).

As we sat there a woman walked by wearing a tiny bikini with a perfect ass. We both noticed. My wife all the time notices pretty women and points them out to me. She even gets small girl crushes, but never has shown any inclination to act on it. The best part is she never gets jealous when I see a pretty woman.

I couldn’t see the woman’s face as she was facing away. She had a firm ass with just the right curve to it. It wasn’t a thong bottom, but very small. I couldn’t tell if she was 25 or 45. Her ass was amazing for any age.

Our food came and as we were eating we hear, “Benna! Benna!” in a loud excited voice. We look up and the woman with the amazing ass is running toward me and sort of jumps in my lap to give me a enormous hug.

My usually understanding wife does not look pleased. I am confused. How does she know my name? And only friends from school call me Benna. Everyone else, even my wife, calls me Ben or Benny. Benna started with Mark our freshman year in the dorms (Benna as in been a long time) and it stuck throughout school. We were stoned one night and he wondered it sounded funny. I never minded, just never adopted it for personal use.

I don’t recognize her. And she can tell when I don’t reciprocate her excitement. She sits in my lap and says, “You don’t remember me?” Not in an insulted tone, just a curious one. “I’m Alex. Mark’s cousin.”

Holy shit. Mark’s cousin Alex had come to stay with us a few times during our senior year. She was a junior in high college and was looking at our school and others in the area. But Alex was rail thin and cute. This person in my lap had an amazing ass, c cups pushing to get out and hard nipples, like my wife’s.

She then gets up and says, “If Benna is going to be rude and not introduce us, I’ll do it myself.” She gives my wife a enormous hug and introduces herself.

Now that it is all clicking with me I stand up and give her a big hug and apologize for not recognizing her. As my head was spinning from all of this unexpected excitement, I didn’t realize I was half erect and it clearly showed through my swimsuit. Which my wife noticed, not sure Alex did though who am I kidding, she probably felt it when she was on my lap or when I got up to hug her.

Alex is now 44, not 17. She has filled out incredibly. She has a Midwestern-looking face. That description makes sense to me, not sure how else to describe it. She is cute and pretty. She has a flat stomach, nice legs, large breasts for her frame, and the aforementioned perfect ass.

She sat down with us and we caught up a bit. Though my wife was caught off guard by the unorthodox introduction, she clearly liked Alex, too. Alex was clever, funny, and personable.

She divorced about a year ago and had two kids about the same ages as ours. She lived in the same medium-sized Midwestern city where she grew up. She did end up gonna the same school as Mark and I did.

When she came to visit during school, she was so young. There was no sexual chemistry. She seemed like a kid. A fun kid. We took her out to parties. Let her drink. I remember her hinting about a wild side, but we brushed it off as a kid trying to seem older.

I really liked her back then. She was a lot of fun. One of those relationships you create with someone in a short period of time but where there is a strong connection and 28 years later it seemed like yesterday.

I hadn’t seen her since then. She said she was doing a semester abroad when Mark got married and couldn’t make it back.

We sat there talking all afternoon. Other guests we knew, or family Alex knew, walked by and joined in and left throughout the afternoon and early evening. Eventually we realized we had just 30 minutes before dinner. We’d sat there talking with Alex, and others, but Alex the whole time, for hours. Kim and I excused ourselves to go to the room to rest, clean up and change for dinner.

Back in the room I started playfully touching Kim to see if I could instigate some sexual activity. Maybe a quickie. Kim made a opinion about she’d never seen me get hard for someone else. I was breathless. Couldn’t speak. Didn’t know what to make of it. Her tone was neutral.

I tried to play dumb. She knows I am not dumb and that play never works for me.

I kissed her neck from behind and she reached behind to feel me, now semi-erect again.

“Alex is hot. I can see why her sitting on your lap made you hard. But is this one for me or her?” Kim asked as she grabbed my dick.

I wisely didn’t answer. And she pulled away. “Not now, we are going to be late.”

Kim tried on a great sun dress. But then said it didn’t work with her bra and was gonna try something else. I convinced her to wear the dress braless. And then, just as we were outside the door in the hallway before the door had shut, I told her to stop. “Something is still not right with this outfit. Ah, I know.” I knelt down in front of her and pulled her panties down and threw them back in the room before shutting the door and grabbing her hand to pull her down the hallway.

There was about 25 people at the dinner. A restaurant with a view of the bay and a courtyard separating it from a bar where there was somewhat loud music.

We sat with some of my school friends and some of Mark’s friends from later in life who we had met throughout the years. Alex sat with some family members. Mark’s parents, including step parents, his grandmother, an aunt and uncle (not Alex’s parents) and some other cousins I didn’t know were in that group. A couple of his high college friends and their spouses were in that mix also.

We ate and had a great meal. Some toasts and jokes were made. People bounced between the tables talking. I frequently rubbed Kim’s inner leg to remind her she wasn’t wearing panties.

Mark said he reserved some couches in the courtyard off the bar for 10 p.m. “until the sun rises.” Alex said hi to us during dinner but we didn’t spend much time with her. She looked incredible, and chose attire very similar to Kim’s. A sundress with no bra, as her pokie nipples indicated. Not sure about the panties.

Early on in our relationship, Kim and I had a thing where we loved to have sex at weddings, parties, and other places we probably shouldn’t. I gave her a look and suggested we go for a walk before the bar.

We walked around to the side of the building. We could still hear the group, and the music at the bar. But it seemed private. We started making out. I told her how fucking hot her tits look in that dress and how sexy it is to see her nipples. How turned on I have been the whole night knowing she wasn’t wearing panties.

I pushed her against and lifted her legs up to my waist. She reached down and unbuttoned/unzipped my shorts and I fucked her against the wall. Harder than usual. Pulling her tits out of the dress. Sucking her nipples hard.

She kept looking back toward where we came from. She must’ve been nervous someone would catch us. But it didn’t stop her from cumming quickly.

Then I let her down and she knelt before me and took me in her mouth. Usually blowjobs from her seem a bit perfunctory. Like something to be checked off after I go down on her and before we fuck. But this one was different.

She was slowly, sloppily licking up and down the shaft. Again, she kept looking back down the path. I usually prefer eye contact but I wasn’t gonna complain. Her blowjob felt great and was as enthusiastic as she has ever been. She took me in her mouth and finished me. She even swallowed, which is a rare treat.

She got up and straightened herself out and finally stopped looking back down the pathway.

Back at the party, Kim and Alex ended up sitting on a couch next to each other. Very close even though there was plenty of room. They were very touchy with each other, too. I decided this was all in my imagination. I should be happy they are getting along after the weird intro. Alex was really someone I instantly connected with years ago and again on this trip.

I was glad she and Kim were getting along and apparently Kim was not jealous. She had no reason to be. Yes, Alex was incredibly hot. But I am not a cheater and there was no reason to believe that Alex ever had an interest in me, and even less a reason to believe now that I am an old man with a few more pounds and the only hair on my head now being on my face.

We all danced. Kim and Alex danced together… a lot. Later in the evening after the band finished the bar played old 90s rap and R&B. Kim and Alex were bumping and grinding each other, uncles, other party guests, strangers, but mostly each other. It was hot. But it seemed like all good clean fun.

Most of the guests had just arrived in the country that day so they were tired. Kim, Alex, and I were the last ones, other than Frank. Yeah, Frank, not his real name. He got his nickname from Frank the Tank. Because years after school, he all the time ended up being the too drunk one who did stupid shit like throwing up or being the only one skinny dipping or the best one: asking the mother of the bride at another of our friend’s wedding, “Is he fucking you right?” pointing at her husband sitting right there.

Frank is really a super nice, sweet guy. All the time positive. He got divorced years ago from his high college sweetheart and talked about how it was an opportunity for both of them to grow after only being with each other. But Frank needed to quit drinking. Forever.

Frank was getting a little too handsy and flirty with Alex. Kim suggested we leave and escort Alex back to her room. Not that Frank would ever do anything out of line, but more to save him the embarrassment of being shot down and to save Alex from having to do it.

We laughed and giggled and made jokes walking back to the rooms. Then shockingly, Alex said, “Watching you two fuck early has had me turned on all night.”

I stopped. I was stunned. Kim didn’t seem surprised.

“Well watching you rub yourself under your dress made me cum so quickly,” Kim replied. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And you looked so sexy as you came while I was sucking Benny’s dick.”

NSFW: yes

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