Blow Out The Candles ! A husband’s wild birthday wish comes true. by  dloveSF. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Turning sixty-two did not seem special to Jack. In fact, it was mildly depressing. He figured Estelle, his wife of ten years, would take him out to a nice dinner, followed by some of their now familiar sexual repertoire. But the thought of making love to his dear wife did distract from the angst of getting another year older. He adored her. When he woke the morning of his birthday, Estelle – sleeping naked next to him – wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. “Happy birthday, my darling!” she whispered. Her smile was radiant, even at seven in the morning. He was surprised when she said their friend Rebecca had invited them over for dinner. His birthday prediction had been off. Rebecca was an old friend of Estelle’s, single and a couple of year older than them. She was an unapologetic free-spirted former hippie. At nearly sixty-five, she was gorgeous: long-legged and fit, with long hair and a wonderful smile. She had the spirit of a twenty-five year old and the lovely body of a forty year old. She also had a great sense of humor and never shied from sexual topics. Once at dinner at Estelle and Jack’s place Rebecca saw a high school picture of Jack and said, “I so would have schtooped you then!” Jack spared Estelle from hearing he would have taken Rebecca up on that in a heartbeat. He had been shy when he was young, with little early sexual experience – other than by his own hand and imagination. Another time Rebecca asked everyone at the dinner table how many people they had slept with in their lives. She started, proudly claiming several score of schtooping partners. The woman to her right unhesitatingly said, “about 50. Free love, baby!” Stuck in the high single digits (after marrying very young and staying married and faithful for nearly thirty years), Jack blushed and passed on answering the question. Estelle also refused to answer, keeping her substantial past sexual history with men – many while she had been married to her ex-husband – a continuing secret from Jack. Jack loved it when Rebecca invited them over for dinner. She was fine company, a good cook, and loved spending time with them in her hot tub. As soon as they finished dinner, Rebecca would go undress in her room with the door open, wrap herself loosely in a robe, then walk back into the living room, where Jack and Estelle would be peeling off their clothes. Both voyeur and exhibitionist by nature, Jack’s heart raced as he always took his time being naked in front of these beautiful women. Estelle too was completely comfortable being naked around Rebecca. Jack never wanted to hurt Estelle’s feelings by expressing too much exuberance about hot tub nights, out of love for her – and for not wanting her to turn down Rebecca’s invitations. Rebecca had soft lighting around her hot tub, but it was usually rather dark. Jack left his glasses on in the tub to get the clearest look at Rebecca and Estelle in the dim light, always fighting his nemesis, the steam. At first he wondered if it seemed suspicious he wore his glasses; but he noticed Estelle and Rebecca kept theirs on too. Perhaps everyone enjoyed the show, not just him. They were all remarkably fit for their age. The three of them would sit together in the tub laughing and talking about life. The water did not quite reach the women’s luscious breasts, the cool evening air making their nipples stand erect. Neither Estelle nor Rebecca made any effort to cover themselves. Jack was in heaven as he looked from one woman to the other but tried not to make his voyeurism too obvious. He would lightly massage Estelle’s soft thigh under the water, hoping he would not get an embarrassing erection that might end hot tub night forever. When they eventually finished, Jack – ever the gentleman – always let the ladies go first, which let him admire their glistening bodies as they climbed ou