The events are as I recall them, although names have been changed.
I recently had one of those big birthdays that ended with a 0.
When asked if I wanted a party, I said that I did not. I was happy to spend the evening with family and friends for a few drinks at home, though.
Unbeknownst to me, Tracey arranged a small get-together with a group of our closest friends in the private room of our local.
On the day, she let slip the details, most of which I was comfortable with, but I was surprised my daughters and grandchildren were not invited, although that became clear later.
Tracey invited about twenty of our closest and most open-minded friends to celebrate with us. We had a private help-yourself bar that was regularly restocked on request. Tracey provided food for everyone in buffet style, and a good time was had by all. Background music played as we just generally hung out with our friends and consumed a lot of alcohol.
At about eleven o'clock, Tracey produced a cake full of candles; this was sliced up and consumed.
Then Tracey announced the surprise. I was asked to sit on a chair in the centre of the room. I was blindfolded and secured to the chair, unable to move my arms or legs. I was curious but decided to go along with whatever strange or weird surprise she might have. At this time, I had no idea what was about to happen; if I had, I might not have been so easily persuaded to participate.
I heard a loud cheer and lots of clapping, and then loud music started. I soon became aware that something or someone was circling my chair. I could sense someone was close by, and then someone or something touched my hair, and I felt fingers running through it.
I said, "Tracey, what's going on?"
She replied, "Enjoy your surprise." Her voice came from across the room, not from whoever was running their finger through my hair.
Next, I felt my shoes being undone and removed. I was really curious and nervous now; why would someone remove my shoes? I put up a slight resistance but decided to go along with the act so as not to make a fool of myself.
The music continued, as did the clapping and cheering. I heard a zipper being undone; it was not mine, and the cheering increased, especially from the men in the room, which made me think I probably had a strip-o-gram.
Then I felt hands on my chest, the buttons on my shirt being undone, and my shirt being pulled open to reveal my hairy chest. I was so pleased that I was a regular at the gym, which kept me in good shape for my age. My shirt was pushed back onto my shoulders, but because I was strapped to the chair, it could not be removed.
The person who did this then sat on my lap, facing me, I could feel their breath on my face and knew it was not Tracey or anyone I recognised. I said, "Tracey!"
Again, I heard her voice replying, but from a distance, she said, "Relax and enjoy."
Lips brushed mine and gently kissed me on the lips, then again, but this time a tongue was being pushed between my lips, and I responded. I could also feel a pair of naked, firm breasts with erect, hard nipples pushing against my chest.
When the kiss stopped, I again spoke and said, "Tracey, what is going on here?"
She replied again from afar, "Shut up talking and enjoy your present."
I was kissed again and again and continued to respond. The person kissing me was young, had soft skin, and smelled wonderful—so fresh and fragrant. The person was obviously a young woman with a fantastic body, and she was seducing me in front of my friends and wife.
Her hands felt soft yet tiny on my chest, and she ran them through my chest hair as she remained straddling my legs with her pussy grinding against my cock.
She whispered in my ear, "Are you ok?"
I whispered back, "Yes, thank you."
She said, "Your cock feels huge."
With everything that was going on—the kissing, the clapping, the cheering, and the music—I hadn't noticed my cock was now erect in my trousers, and I was not wearing any underwear.
I said, "Who are you?"
The lady, dry-humping my cock, said to the other guests, "Should we remove the blindfold?"
There was a resounding reply of "yes."
The blindfold was lifted and tossed away, and I was staring straight at my seducer. A girl, gorgeous, blonde, about twenty-one years old with huge dd-cup firm breasts with pink stubby hard nipples and wearing just a short black leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and heels.
I scanned the room and saw Tracey's smiling face. She blew me a kiss and mouthed, "Happy Birthday. Enjoy your gift."
All of the guys had huge smiles on their faces and tents in their trousers; the girls were just grinning and enjoying the floor show.
My seducer kissed me again, and of course, I responded but was frustrated that I could only kiss her due to my bindings.
When the kiss finished, she raised herself, and I heard a gasp as she pushed her breasts one at a time into my mouth, allowing me to suck on her engorged nipples, making them very red and swollen.
The gasp was from the ladies who had seen the huge tent in my trousers and the damp patch on my cream trousers, either from her pussy or my pre-come from the dry-humping.
When her nipples became too sore for me to continue sucking on them, she climbed off me, then reversed back and resumed dry-humping me, facing the guests.