Until I turned fifty, I had two groups of people in my life: those who knew about my unconventional sexual preferences and those who didn't. As a result, I have always been attracted to flashing and openly masturbating in public, being dominated by women, and enjoying being submissive to anyone.

As a result, I found myself in a cuckold relationship with my wife and her boyfriend. For the record, I had no idea this term or word existed back then. However, it was an arrangement that worked well for us. However, over the years, I became very careless about flashing and masturbating in public, which led to rumours and gossip.

I also had a few run-ins with the authorities, which didn't help the situation. I knew I needed to be more careful, but the forbidden thrill was too intense. It wasn't until my wife's boyfriend confronted me and sternly talked to me that I realised the extent of the damage I had caused.

I was grateful for his intervention and became more cautious about where and when I indulged in my desires. However, I was also pleased when he expressed his enjoyment of having me around as the family's submissive cuckold. It pleased him to see me humbled and obedient, serving his and others' every sexual need.

Although my wife and her mother were fully aware of every detail of my lifestyle as a flasher and wanker while remaining her cuckold, it eventually led me down a path of becoming a dirty old pervert who indulged in living a life of nudity, masturbation, and public exposure.

This lifestyle wasn’t an occasional fetish but a life I lived every day. In addition to this, I also worked at a gay club, further adding to the complexity of my life. This lifestyle was becoming increasingly difficult to keep hidden.

After weeks of tossing and turning, I finally mustered the courage to address the issue of all the innuendos and gossip. I decided to come out to my family and friends and tell them the truth. It was daunting, but talking to my wife's boyfriend pushed me to embrace my true self and be honest with everyone.

Nervously, I approached my wife and her mother, hoping they would understand and support me. I stumbled on my words, standing there naked and vulnerable. They looked at me with concern, wondering what was on my mind. Finally, I took a deep breath and told them what was weighing on me.

It took some time, but they agreed to my suggestion that the best way forward was to come out to the rest of our family and friends and show them the true me. As much as I loved the idea, I was terrified - what if they rejected me? What if they thought I was weird or disgusting? But my wife and her mother promised to be by my side no matter what.

Over the next few weeks, my wife and her mother were incredibly supportive and helped me determine the best way to make this critical decision. We spent countless hours discussing and brainstorming various ideas, carefully weighing the pros and cons of each one. As we explored options, we considered everything from hosting a small gathering with close friends to organising a more elaborate celebration with a larger group. We also explored various venues and locations, considering indoor and outdoor spaces.

I felt overwhelming excitement and joy throughout the process. Every time we sat down to discuss the matter, they could see I was sexually aroused and allowed me to masturbate. They observed my body, excitement, enthusiasm, and vocalisations with a keen and supportive eye. It was clear to them that this experience was pleasurable and liberating for me, allowing me to fully embrace my desires and explore my sexuality without fear of judgment or shame.

After much deliberation, my wife and her mother suggested organising a big party to celebrate my 50th birthday and my coming out later that year and having it at home. Their idea was to invite both groups - those who know me and those who don't - to allow my parents and other older family members to better understand my life by talking to people with different perspectives and experiences. We all agreed and began planning the details, from the guest list to the decorations, ensuring that every aspect of the party reflected my personality and life's journey.

One night, as I tried to sleep, I wondered how much time had changed for my mother-in-law and me. When her daughter expressed interest in starting a relationship with me, my mother-in-law was angry and hated me. She believed that I was not good enough for her beloved daughter and that she could have done better. My wife chose me to get back at her parents, but that is a story for another time.

As time passed, my mother-in-law's feelings towards me began to change. She became more open, loving, and carefree. I noticed her hostility was gone, and I also began feeling more affection for her. Others around me noticed the changes in our relationship.

As a nudist, it was difficult to conceal my feelings. Whenever she was around, I would become excited and aroused. Despite having a small penis, it felt and looked huge around her. The guys in our group of friends started teasing me, questioning how a gay cuckold could feel this way. Of course, I laughed it off, but deep down, I knew that my feelings for my mother-in-law were more than physical attraction.

When we first started organising my 50th birthday celebration, my wife and others jokingly referred to it as "the dirty old man party". Of course, we all laughed at the humorous name. However, despite the light-hearted teasing, I was touched and pleasantly surprised to see my mother-in-law involved in every aspect of the planning and execution. It was a moment of true joy to see that she could put aside any previous feelings she may have had and fully support me on such a momentous occasion.

As the party approached, my nerves grew more intense. I couldn't help but worry about how my family and friends would react to what I was about to reveal. I had been keeping a secret for so long, and now the time had finally come to let it out into the open. It was a scary thought, but I knew it was necessary. The truth had to come out, no matter how difficult it might be to face the consequences. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves, reminding myself that whatever happened, I would get through it. I just hoped my loved ones would understand why I had kept this secret for so long and still accept me for who I was.

Fast forward to the week of the party, and excitement was in the air. My wife sent out invitations, and all the guests enthusiastically replied that they would attend. They knew that the party would be out of the ordinary and that they should expect the unexpected. Although I was excited about the party, I must admit that I had second thoughts about my plan. There were times when I felt sick and vomited many times over the previous months. However, my family was always there to support me and never let me give up on my vision for the party. So, despite my doubts, I persevered and started to work on the final party preparations with renewed vigour.

It was the day of my 50th birthday party, a milestone I had eagerly anticipated for weeks and months. The excitement had been building up for weeks, and I struggled to decide as the day drew closer. My daughter suggested I wear a dress and go full-on feminine, which would catch everyone's attention. However, part of me wanted to do something bold and unexpected, even outrageous. Yet another part of me felt I should be more low-key and sensible, especially for those who didn't know me well.

Despite my mixed emotions, I was determined to make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to celebrate my life and identity. As a gay man, a cuckold, and an exhibitionist, I knew how important it was to be true to myself, and I wanted to make a statement that would inspire others to do the same. So, I decided to take a risk and wear a stunning red gown with matching heels. I even put on a bit of makeup to complete the look.

I was standing in front of the mirror, wearing my red dress and heels. It was the outfit I had chosen for my 50th birthday party, where I planned to come out as a cuckold, a gay man, and an exhibitionist. I felt empowered and ready to show the world who I indeed was.

A few friends had come over early to our place, and as I gazed at my reflection, a sudden wave of nausea washed over me. Anxiety seized me, and I wondered if I was going crazy. I tried to ignore the feeling, but it grew stronger until I couldn't bear it anymore. Finally, I ran to the bathroom and vomited uncontrollably.

My family and friends rushed in, visibly concerned. They asked me what was wrong. I was afraid of being judged and rejected. Finally, I managed to mumble, "I can't do this. People will hate me. They will never talk to me again."

It was a moment of weakness but also a moment of realisation. I knew that I had to find a way to overcome my fear and anxiety, to face my family and friends finally. I didn't want to let down my wife, her boyfriend my mother-in-law for the months of preparation that went into today, my 50th, my coming out party.

By 6 pm, I had consumed a couple of glasses of wine to help calm my nerves. I didn't want to become drunk, but I wanted to relax. Fortunately, the first few guests who arrived knew my secret, and they treated me kindly. As a result, I felt at ease.

As the night progressed, more guests arrived, and I found myself in the company of strangers. Not because I didn't know them, but because they had never seen me dressed like this. My nerves returned, and I felt anxious once again. I tried my best to appear calm and collected, but I couldn't shake off the unease in my stomach.

To make matters worse, the guests who expected the unexpected didn't expect this. They greeted me with polite smiles, but I could tell they scrutinised my every move, trying to figure out why I was dressed as a woman.

I poured another glass of wine, hoping it would help me relax. But it had the opposite effect, and I felt more anxious than before. Finally, I realised I needed to find a way to cope with my nerves that didn't involve alcohol.

My wife grabbed me by the arm when I entered the house and pulled me inside, where her mother was waiting. I could tell by the look on their faces that they had concerned looks and thought I would walk out.

My wife's mother began softly, soothingly, telling me everything would be all right and that I had nothing to worry about. She gave me a pep talk that was both inspiring and motivational, and my confidence slowly inched its way back up.

My wife, who had been looking at me with concern, now had a smile. I could tell that she was proud of me for facing my fears head-on. With their words of encouragement ringing, I felt ready to take on my 50th with gusto.

To be continued.