My 40th Birthday. A night to remember.

My story starts while I am in my early 20's.
I got married at 21. He ran away 14 months later. At 24 I was a single parent in a monogamous relationship with my daughter's father. He was a good provider and dad. In the early days of our dating, I felt the sex was OK. Just over 2 years later I found out he was cheating on me. I ended that relationship.

In my 30's life seemed to be a simpler time. That is when alcohol was for drinking and my vagina was free and untamed. I abandoned most of the rules this Catholic girl was given to believe in. At the time I accepted as normal, "all dudes instantly and completely were done with sex post-orgasm."

Routinely, I spent my Friday nights engaging in the time honored activity of, meeting guys at the local bar. Rarely would I leave the bar alone.

My 39th birthday fell on a Saturday. I decide to celebrate my birthday with a change of venue. Glistening with excitement, I selected the dress I would look my best in and at 9:30 drove across town to a popular Sports Bar. It took me about 15 minutes to get noticed. The cute guy seemed to be a bit older than I but I decided not to bring either of our ages up in the conversation.

We were in that fun stage between flirting and going home together, when everybody just sort of casually knows they're getting laid pretty soon. But then a plot twist! Cute guy's cute friend arrived and also began flirting with me.

I was stymied. I mean, all things being physically equal, how the hell do I know which one I want to have sex with? Strange dudes are like a grab bag gift from the office. You have to take them home and open up to find out what's inside.

Color me naive, but when we all ended up taking a booth in the back corner; I still thought there was going to be a time for a choice to be made. Until one of the guys started kissing me, while the other's hand crept up under my dress. In an instant, my vagina felt like the sexual equivalent of a winning pinball machine, all flashing lights and ding-ding-dings-dingdings. My mind raced, contemplating what seemed to be in store. " I would be the complete center of their attention. Two guys, two penises, two pairs of groping, grabbing hands, two bodies writhing on either side of me. Even tonight I am getting squirmy just thinking about it!

On that night an obsession was born, and I went on to make the two-guy thing happen on multiple occasions.

A year later to the date, I had one of my fuck buddies set me up with a 40th birthday party to remember. It turned out to be completely amazing.

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