It should have been a quick ride home, basically straight down the road parallelling the beach, and the girls plan was for us to play in the hot tub full of bubbles with our clothes on. Sitting there with the heater on full in my damp clothes and talking about it made me hard, and I told Mary. "Just jerk off then, I'm driving, put on a show for us" was her response. I thought about it for a minute and unzipped and pulled it out. " I hate to waste it, sure you don't want to stop for a couple minutes?" I asked her. "Nope, if we hang around we're going to attract cops" she told me. Then Marci stepped up - "Push the seat back and recline it" and as I did she moved to the other half of the back seat and reached over. "See what personal assistants are for" Mary blurted out as Marci slid her hand down my cock. She had already put some coconut scented tanning oil on her hand and was stroking me like it was her job. It didn't take but a few minutes until I exploded all over her hand, the sleeve of her sweater, and myself. Marci licked herself clean and when she was finished, proclaimed "All done" as I was blotting the mess off myself with a napkin.

We were more than half way to her house when Mary notice that "Bobby Jo's" was still open and decide to stop and see what's up. "Robert" went to High School with us, and disappeared right after that, opting for the Gay lifestyle that none of his family would approve of. He and his partner had become successful after a decade in the hospitality industry when they stumbled upon and opportunity. A beachfront store that sold the usual stuff was bought by a new person who realized that he had more room in his building than he needed for his retail operation and mentioned it to the boys one night. The back third of the building had been a hot dog stand at one point, but had been plywooded over and sided, and he wanted to open it back up. He talked the boys into running it for him in between their regular work, and in as much as they were school trained chefs, the took it on just for the heck of it.

They started out with hot dogs - gourmet style, and the place took off. Then they started experimenting with frozen fresh fruit drinks and it wasn't long before there was a line down the beach for those too and they started to consider abandoning their regular jobs. They went on for months before it dawned on them that most of their clientele for the drinks were sneaking alcohol into them, in the form of nips or quarter pints. They decided to take that route and get a bar license, which, after a struggle, a lawsuit, and a lot of money they were able to do when a place on the other end of the city burned to the ground and a license came available. Business took off, they became rich, and eventually bought out the owner, closed the beach store and expanded into it, serving their signature drinks, local craft beer, and unique food items. And Mary had helped them all along the way, using her talents and contacts in the real estate business to give them a boost.

So there we were, just about midnight, and minutes before they locked the doors. In we went and Bobby came running over to greet us with a smile. He wrapped his arms around Mary to give her a hug, and then stepped back and looked her, and then Marci and I over more closely. "Somebody's been having fun tonight" he teased, "I hope that's at least clean water" as he winked at us. He was no stranger to the game for sure!

A minute later his partner Joey came out of the backroom with the last items for restock and his head snapped to the side as he saw us. "Look who's here Joey" he said with some obvious glee
adding "And they're ALREADY wet!", which confirmed my suspicions that he was in on the game too. Joey placed the stuff he had in his arms on the bar, and walked over to us teasing "I guess SOMEBODY was having some fun tonight, got any good stories?" Mary, never shy, said "Grab some beer and have a seat" as Bobby went to the bar and came back with some long neck bottles for each of us. I never said a word as Mary, with the help of Marci, seemed to enthrall them with the tale of our Hooters evening, Bobby not saying much except confirming that Mary could get away with anything because she knew everyone around there.

By the time they got to the finish, talking about the outside shower, Bobby looked at me and asked me how I felt about getting wet after being made a mess of. I took a pull from my beer and just smiled and told him "Well, I'm here now - didn't run away!" which got a laugh from everyone. "Wet?" the single word came out of Marys' mouth, which brought on the story from the afternoon, complete with Marci pulling out the camera to show them some of the pictures.

Both guys were laughing and "Ooh'ing, and Awww'ing" and smiling at me through the whole ordeal of listening to the women recount the afternoon adventure. Towards the end they both asked, almost in unison, how I felt. "I fckn LOVE it!" was my response. Judging from the way they were squirming in their seats, I got the feeling they were enjoying the story more than they wanted to let on -lol!

Bobby told Joey to make us up a couple pitchers of their special iced rum drinks to celebrate my birthday, and went off to grab some glasses. The whirring of the blenders stopped and over he came with a pitcher in each hand "They're not very strong, but they taste good!" he told us, and he was right.

The blenders whirred again, and Joey called Mary to the bar, Bobby following. When they turned, they had a pitcher of some kind of creamy goop in each hand. "Let's go" said Mary, and out to the concrete patio we went. The pitchers were on a table and Mary pulled out a chair and spun it around. "Have a seat birthday boy, your next present is ready!" I figured a good gunging was coming, but it went a little beyond that.

I sat down as instructed, and Mary came over and faced me, straddled my legs and sat down on my knees. She took one of the pitchers and dipped her fingers into it and rubbed some on my face, the her fingers went back into the pitcher and into my mouth to give me a taste, which was nothing more than mixed fruit and Dream Whip. She took a mouthful and then kissed me, her tongue forcing the mixture into my mouth. "You like that, don't you?" she asked me, and I nodded yes. Then lick it off me" she said to me as she thrust her sweater clad boobs into my face and poured the mixture over them. I licked and sucked as much as I could, and she kept pouring, covering the both of us. As my hands found her boobs and I began to rub it into her sweater and smear it all the way up her neck, I felt a familiar warmth seep through the crotch of my jeans as she ground against me. My hand went to her crotch and the mess that had pooled there. I rubbed and kneaded it into her jeans as she moaned until her body stiffened and her legs contracted, almost crushing me. She smiled and kissed me, whispering there was more to come later on, and then dismounted me.

Mary grabbed another pitcher, looked at Marci, and they both walked towards me smiling. Marci pushed my forehead back and dumped half the contents on my chest, pulling out the neck of my sweater to make sure some got inside. Then she put her pitcher on the table and mounted me like Mary had. With both hands, she began to rub the mess into my sweater, chest, neck, shoulders, and even sleeves, while sliding up and down my legs. She reached for her now half full pitcher and dumped it on both our laps to give herself some more slipperiness, and ground her crotch into mine. Suddenly Mary blurted out "Not messy enough" and began to pour another pitcher into Marci's hair and down the front of her sweater. I reached for her tits, and moved the mess up to her chin, rubbing it into her neck and the neck of her sweater. That did it for Marci, having multiple orgasms that induced her to empty her bladder into her jeans, on my lap.

As she got off me, Mary spun the last 2 pitchers around and said "Boys". Joey declined adamantly, insisting he had expensive clothes on and didn't want to get near us, but Bobby wasn't so sure. He had the pitcher in his hand and looked at me kind of inquisitively, and asked if it was ok. At this point, having watched and heard him so excitedly coach the girls on, I couldn't help but tease a little and said "Bring it on cutie!", which put a smile on his face and got a laugh from the women. He reluctantly walked over and stood there, finally pouring a little on my chest, which I rubbed in, and licked my finger when I was done. He did it again, and I gave him the same response. He looked awkward, holding back. Finally I told him to sit like the girls did and let me have it. He asked me if I was sure, and I told him I was. So he straddled me, sat on my knees and began to pour the mess onto me.

The smile on his face now was unmistakable, and even Joey cheered him on. Finally, he tipped his head back and poured the rest of the mess onto himself as I reached to rub it in. Bobby was having fun now, as I rubbed it up his neck and onto his face he was in pure bliss. "I wish I had my ski clothes" he said, "I think I like turtlenecks as much as you do" followed by a smile. He shifted a bit and found out that I was rock hard. "Is that from me?" he asked. "No, I had it, but it ain't going away anytime soon." I told him as he smiled.

I couldn't resist, I don't know why, but my hands full of mess brushed his crotch, lightly at first, and it was obvious he was aroused. Then I took a chance. With a handful of goo, I went straight for the bulge in his jeans and kneaded it a few times. His thighs stiffened immediately and the smile grew. I was kind of lost at where to go with it at this point until I realized the others were watching pretty closely. A couple looks and nods from them, and reluctantly, I gave him another grope and he twitched again and looked down and smiled at me. He whispered "I gotta piss" and I smiled back and said okay as I kneaded the crotch of his jeans until I felt the warmth. I thought about pulling it out and taking the rest of it on my chest but by the time I started to move, he had flooded us both and stopped.

He was responding to my hand with a rhythm in his hips as I rubbed and kneaded, and more than once said he needed to cum. I figured he'd be satisfied in his jeans, but eventually I told him to do it on me. He asked if I was sure it was ok, and I responded by unzipping his jeans, and we both worked to get him out.

Once his balls were free and clear, 8 solid inches was pointing at my chest and he stroked it a few times. I pulled him into me and covered his dick with some of the slimy mess, and pushed my sweater together as he humped it. I glanced at my friends and saw Mary and Joey whispering to each other, and when they saw me, they pulled apart. Seconds later, Mary was at my ear "I dare you to blow him" she said. I looked at her wondering if she was serious. "Go ahead, your secret is safe with us. Joey said it's okay. Marci and I will do a 3 way with you if you do. She said she'd eat your ass too". That did it for me, even if I did figure I'd bang the both of them before the day was over.

I pulled him closer and told him to rub his dick on my sweater as I grabbed a handful of goo and started to stroke him. He was loving it and his breathing confirmed it. He worked his way around my sweater guided by my hand and as he rubbed against the neck, I turned my head and slipped him into my mouth. He pulled back and apologized, and I asked for what. He thought it was by accident, and without a word I smiled and directed him back to my mouth. At this point, I had only been on the receiving end of a blowjob, but I must have paid attention because he was enjoying it. He moved in closer and had both hands on my head massaging the goo all over me. Mary, seeing this, decided to use the last pitcher full, coming up behind me and starting with my head, poured it all the way up to his neck and across his chest. For a minute, I had a hard time breathing and doing my thing because of the volume of the mess, but he kept up his rhythm. Mary put the pitcher down and got behind Bobby, and both hands went up to his chest as she massaged the goo into him and rubbed it up and over his face. That did it for him, his breathing got shallower, he looked at me and muttered "Where?" and I took him deeper in my mouth.

His first spurts filled my mouth beyond what I could hold or swallow, and as I pulled my head back, he hit my face with the next one. I stroked him as hard as I could, milking every last drop out of him, most of it landing on my face or the neck of my sweater.

His knees almost buckled and eventually he smiled at me, trying to catch his breath, then said "Happy Birthday, how'd you like your present?" I responded with "How'd you know I wanted something to wear?" and everyone broke out in laughter.

Joey interrupted the fun by pointing out that the sun was coming up, and indeed it was, the ocean faintly visible through the rear windows.

We were too messy to even try and sneak around, and by the time we hit the driveway at her house, the chances of getting seen were pretty likely. We opted for the ocean, in spite of the itchiness the salt water was sure to bring. So across the beach we went, into the waves, shoes, boots, jeans, sweaters and all, in spite of the funny looks from 2 early morning joggers. We made sure to empty our bladders before we got out so there'd be no need to stop on the way home, and after ten or so minutes playing in the waves hoping to get the bulk of the mess out of our clothes and hair, we went back to the patio to drip dry.

A quick comb out and some adjustments to the necks of our tops and we were passable in the dim light. I'm sure by the look on her face that the lady in the drive thru window where we pulled in for coffee must have known something was up, but she didn't say a word.

Finally back at her house, Mary made sure all the clothes went right into the machine as we quickly showered off and crawled into bed. Marci never bothered to go to her house, figuring her cat had enough food for a while, and crawled in naked between the sheets with Mary and I. In spite of the coffee we just had, after giving them both a kiss and a thank you for the birthday fun, we were asleep in minutes and didn't wake until noon.

We had a decent rest of the day, did some grilling for dinner, relaxed in the hot tub later on, and I got my 3 way with them as promised. It was fun, the details probably wouldn't pass muster on here, but it was nowhere near as strange as the previous day - or as much fun.

I wish that I could celebrate a divorce and turning 50 every year!!!