I guess the title of my tale got your attention. I’ll try to keep it.My 47th birthday was recently but things really got interesting a couple of yea...s ago on my 45th one. My dear husband of about 25 years asked me how I wanted to celebrate it. I asked him, half in jest, “How about a couple of young studs to screw me silly!”My husband, Morty, looked surprised and retorted, “Would you do it if I got them?”Taking up the challenge, I came back with, “Why not? The baby factory is closed and the. I heard him go downstairs & shouted a Viv then he was gone riding his bike back to work.I lay there sobbing thinking of what had happened, then I heard Viv coming up stairs he went into his bedroom but the landing light was still on, a few minutes later he knocked on the door leave me alone I said but he opened the door the light gleaming in lighting up my bed. He asked if I was alright as he walked towards the bed. Don't cry he said as he leaned over & wiped the tears from my eyes, kneeling on. I watched him, learning and studying, all the time my eyes flickering back to his exposed penis, standing proudly erect and sticking straight up as if saying to me, come and play with me.'Can I have them back if I do', I asked him in my faltering voice, strangely excited, my fear dissipating, the warmth flowing back into my crotch, and as he nodded yes to my answer, my fingers began their journey back to my source of warmth, somehow being watched was appealing to me, something that in life I. Between my arms still chained up above me, and my legs too weak to hold me up any longer, my body just gave out. I was woken to my arms finally being freed and my body falling like dead weight onto the hard wooden floor. I opened my eyes as my head lay on the floor and seen my pussy juices still in a puddle on the floor, along with some drops of John's cum that had poured out of my asshole, and ran down my legs. I also seen a few drops of blood. Then I realized it was my blood. Only I didnt.