My Birthday Surprise-Its Different

This week marks my 35th birthday and, unfortunately, it has been years since I have received a birthday gift that I can OLDER LADER CLEAVAGEactually remember.  It’s funny how as we age we can remember the cool toys we received as kids however, when we become adults, birthdays simply become another day and the gifts our spouses and kids purchased with our own money  often begin to lack originality.  I was prepared for another day that would mirror the birthdays that had passed over the last decade.  My wife was determined to make sure I remembered my 35th.

My wife woke me early on Friday for my birthday surprise.  I had taken the day off and was hoping to get a little sleep so when she woke me I tried to cover my head and go back to sleep.  She was persistent in her efforts to wake me and informed me she had a surprise for me today.  I smiled hoping she was going to crawl back into bed with me, instead she threw me a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt.  Happy birthday to me, we were on our way to my Mother-in-law’s house.

When we pulled in the driveway she told the kids to get their bags out of the trunk and carry them into the house.  I was confused and it clearly showed on my face.  “Relax, I have everything under control” my wife informed me.  “While I walk the kids in reach under your seat and read the card I hid under it.”  She vanished as I reached under the seat to retrieve what I realized was my birthday card.  The card laid out the basic plan for our weekend.  To my surprise, my wife has booked a hotel room at a fine hotel on River Street for the weekend with a great view of the river and the street below.  While we love the mountains and abhor the coast, Savannah holds a special place for us.  As a teen, my wife spent a long summer in the city and I have an infatuation with the history and architecture of the city.  It is a great place for us to visit.  I quickly grew excited for a weekend away in a great town with amazing food!  I never would have guessed exactly what my wife had planned.

As we drove east, we spent the first part of our ride discussing the week’s events, what happened at work, and what we will have to complete when we get back.  With no real itinerary other than getting to Savannah, we made plans to stop and grab a quick bite in our old college town, it brought back fond memories of easier times and an earlier trip to Savannah as newlyweds.  The reminiscing is making us feel young again, something much needed.  In many ways, life had drained us over the years.  With work, kids, sports, and school we were burning the candle at both ends.  We enjoyed burgers and drinks at one of our favorite hangouts during our time in school. It was great to have a meal like this.  If this were the extent of my birthday, I would have been pleased.

As we hit the road after dinner, it became clear that old memories and a drink at dinner had warmed my wife up a little.  She was laughing about what used to be and smiling in a way that I had not seen since we were undergrads.  I could not help but to notice that she was purposely letting the dress she was wearing ride up her thigh.  As I tried to balance my thoughts and vision between the road and the dress, which was exposing more of her upper thigh each minute, I felt her put her hand on my knee.  This is not that unusual as I will rest my hand on her knee while driving from time to time as well.  What happened next on a long stretch of isolated interstate was not part of our usual travel routine.

I could feel my wife’s hand slowly start to make its way toward my crotch and, with each inch she moved, the tension started to build inside me.  As her hand moved directly upon me, I realized that I need to focus on the task at hand and not the task in her hands or else we will never make it to Savannah.  She began to stroke my on top of my jeans.  “It looks as though I have your attention” she said and I quickly confirm that she did indeed have my divided attention.  “Good” she replied as she removed her hand from me.  What came next next was completely out of nature for her yet a welcomed excitement for me.  Slowly she pulled her dress further toward her crotch, bunching the material at her waist.  I was shocked by a realization, during dinner when she had excused herself to the restroom, just before we hit the road, she had removed the thong she was wearing.  Sitting in the seat next to me was my wife, dress hiked up, exposing her recently waxed treasure to me.  I could not help but to stare.

She looked at me with a look I had not seen in years and said, “You focus on driving… no matter what I do.”

With that she slid her hands down her body finding that sweet spot where her legs meet.  I looked over and could see her fingers circling her clit.  “Eyes on the road” she told me.  Knowing that was an impossible task, I kept one eye on the road and the other on her.  It was not long before her breathing increased and she began to writhe in the seat.  With her free hand, she began to rub her breasts and started to moan.  Over the next three minutes, the moaning grew and finally my wife erupted.

“Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh THAT’S IT that feels so good!” and with that her body eased up and she slid her dress back down smiling.  With that she lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked the wetness off them one by one.  She returned her hand to me but with no movement.

She said, “You will have to wait, I have other things in store for you.”  I could feel the bulge in my pants pressing against her hand but it was clear no relief was in sight.  The thought of pulling onto a side road and taking her then and there crossed my mind however knowing little of the area between where we were and our ultimate destination, I decided the best course of action was to speed up and get to Savannah faster.

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My Birthday Surprise

When I woke the next morning, I found my wife dressed and ready to go.  What can I say, I value my sleep.  She OLDER LADER CLEAVAGEordered me to “get moving” because we “need to enjoy ourselves while we are here.”  Thinking back to the night before I could not help but think that mission had already been accomplished regardless of what was next.  We spent the day walking the squares of Savannah, taking in the moss-covered trees, and eating fresh salt-water taffy from the River Street shops.  We had lunch at a riverside pub where we sat outside enjoying the warmth of the sun and watching people.  It was a relaxing day together, just the two of us, a rarity in our lives.  We walked in and out of shops, sampled the food and wine, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  Midafternoon my wife informed me that we had dinner reservations at 6:30 and that we needed to go back to the hotel and get ready.

Back at the hotel, my wife turned on the shower and returned naked to the room to grab clothes out of her luggage.  I asked her what the attire was and she directed me to my bag she had packed.  As I reached for my bag, I noticed her attempting to hide something in a towel as she went to the shower.  I could tell what it was.  She had brought the corset that I bought her long ago.  I began to get excited and tried to follow her into the shower for some pre-dinner fun.  Unfortunately for me, she had purposely locked the door to keep me away.  Grinning I went back to my bag to get my clothes for my turn in the shower.  Curious as to what may be planned for later tonight I opened her bag and I was pleased to find the bag in which we keep lube and other sexy items.  I noticed that the bag looked bigger than usual.  I opened the bag and inside was a 6-inch rabbit vibrator.  I had purchased one of these long ago however she never used it.  After the battery acid ruined a low mileage toy, it ended up in the trashcan.  I did not know when or where this surprise came from but I could not wait to find out why it was here.  Hearing the water turn off, I zipped the bag up and put it back.  When my wife came out fully dressed to apply her make-up, I went to the shower to get ready for dinner.  I passed her at full mast and she purposely ignored me, determined to make me wait for her time.

Dinner reservations were at a nice seafood restaurant on the waterfront.  The meal and conversation were excellent.  After desert, I asked what was next and she informed me that we were in no hurry and we needed to enjoy the riverfront on our last night here.  We spent the next few hours enjoying the area.  Each time I put my hands around her as we walked I could feel the corset under her dress reminding me that she must have something great in store for me.  After teasing me and playing with my sexual emotions for a few hours she said, “Let’s go on back to the hotel, I have a birthday present I think you will like.”  Excited I agreed to move on back to the room.

When we got to the room, I was directed again to the chair I sat in the night before.  This time I was told to put my back toward the window and face the bed.  She gave me clear instructions, “You are to sit there until I tell you to move.  You may not touch anything, not me, not the bed, and you may not touch yourself.”  I agreed to each of the rules without hesitation.  I watched as my wife made her way to the luggage.  She pulled out the bag I had peeked in earlier and began to place items on the bed.  She put the 6-inch rabbit on the bed alongside a bottle of lube.  She moved in front of me and looked into my eyes.

“Happy Birthday,” she told me and she reached behind her and began to unzip her dress.  She let the unzipped dress stay on her shoulders as she turned around and sat in my lap.  She began to seductively grind against me and the blood began to flow in my crotch.  I reached out to grab her breast only to be reminded of the rules.

She stood up in front of me and removed the dress.  I admired her beauty in the corset and fought the urge to take her.  With that, she turned around and crawled onto the bed like a cat, pushing her thong-covered backside high into the air.  As she found the middle of the bed, she rolled onto her back and began an amazing show.  She started by rubbing her hands all over her body, slowly, seductively.  She took time to build the suspense as her hands grazed her breast, round butt cheeks, and already dripping pussy.  After a few minutes she began to really get into it, I think she had almost forgotten that I was in the room at all.  I loved it!  She massaged her breasts and began to arch her back, I could tell the heat and urge was boiling inside her.  She slid one hand from her breast to her wetness, taking a moment to pull the thong to the side where she began to rub above her clit.  She started to moan and squirm on the bed.  She wanted, no she needed, to cum and she was going to show me how she makes it happen.

I watched so tempted to move as she slid two fingers down the lips of her pussy taking time to spread her love juice over her folds.  She slid the thong down her legs and then reached over for the bottle of lube and squirted some directly on her clit.  She shuddered as the cool lube made contact with her clit.  Placing her fingers back on her pussy, she continued to work the lube up and down her wet slit.  In awe, I watched her do something I have never seen her do before, she slid the two fingers directly into her right up to the webbing of her fingers.  She openly gasped as she filled herself.  I could tell from watching her that she was making a “come here” gesture inside her pussy, arching her fingers with each stroke seeking that spot insider her that sets her off.  In five strokes, she found that spot and moaned, “Oh yes” as her toes started to curl up.  She took the other hand off her breast, moved it to her clit, and began to work the fingers of one hand inside her pussy and the fingers of the other hand on her clit.

It was killing me to watch.  I wanted to get closer so I moved the chair to the foot of the bed.  She had her eyes closed and they were rolling into the back of her head.  I could have left, she would not have known, and I am not sure at that moment that she would not have cared.  She had things well in hand herself.  It was amazing.  I was beyond hard.  I could feel each pulse flow though my cock.  As I watched, she began to thrash on the bed.  “Yes!  Yes!  Oh my YES!” she moaned.  Next came something I have never heard from my wife before.  She let out this scream of passion that words cannot explain.  I am 100% sure that whoever was in the room surrounding us knew that she was cumming.  Her body clenched as she shoved her fingers as deep as she could into herself.  I was in lust with what I saw and I had to have her.

I reached out to touch her leg and she moved it away.  “I’m not through, you wait your turn” was her reply.  I sat back down as she reached for the rabbit.  She took it and turned it on quickly indicating to me that she had used the toy quite a few times without my knowledge.  She spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up opening her pussy for me to see.  She took the toy and rubbed it along her folds, teasing her hole.  With a deep breath, she plunged the toy in as far as it would go.  I watched as she proceeded to pump herself silly with the toy.  She varied stoke depth and speed looking to put both her and I over the edge.  With a few last deep plunges of the toy, she again let go in a way I had never heard before.

“I love having my pussy filled.  Do you like watching me fill my pussy?”  I nodded in agreement.  “It feels so good to be filled.”  As those words ended, an orgasm swept over her.  It was sensual, erotic, animalistic, and amazing.  As she came off her high, she took the toy and lifted it to her lips.  She proceeded to take most of it into her mouth.  She winked at me as she sucked all of her juices off the toy.  I had to pick my jaw up off the floor.

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My Birthday Surprise

My amazing wife looked right into my eyes and demanded simply, “Come eat me now!”  Without hesitation, I dove OLDER LADER CLEAVAGEbetween her legs, lapping up the juices she had spilled as she fingered and fucked herself to multiple orgasms.  It tasted so sweet.  She grabbed my head and pushed me into her, begging me not to stop.  I took three fingers, slid them into her, and found that spot.  She came instantly, sending more of her juices flowing into my mouth.  She pulled me up by my hair and we began kissing passionately.  She began to unbutton my shirt and pulled it off like a wild woman.  She next reached down again and unbuttoned my pants.  As I stood up and slid them off, she moved as if drawn by a magnet, taking me in her mouth and again moving a hand to her pussy.  She proceeded to suck me for a minute or so when I pushed her back on the bed.  She knew what I wanted as she opened her legs.

I mounted her and slid my rock hard member all the way into her waiting pussy.  It was like a warm tight glove.  It was wonderfully wet.  I reached down to rub her clit but as she made the same movement.  I gave way and let her rub her clit and as I moved my hands to her backside, I fought the corset to expose her breasts and then began to kiss and suck on them.  I slowly moved in and out of her plunging as deep as possible with each stroke.  She squirmed beneath me and her movements fueled my passions.

I got off her and guided her by the hips onto her hands and knees.  She dropped her head to the pillow and arched her round cheeks high into the air.  I moved behind her and began to rub along her folds.  Frustrated with my teasing she reached back with her hand and grabbed me placing me in line with her and slammed back onto me.  There was no warning, there was no easing, she just backed onto me.  I grabbed her by the hips and guided her rhythm.  I could feel my testicles start to tighten up as they bounced off her fingers, which were still rubbing her clit.

Encouraged by her passion and the silky coating of lube I moved one hand from her hips and positioned a finger at her backdoor.  I had tried to do this before but never with great fanfare.  This time was different.  Sensing me in her pussy, her fingers on her clit, and my finger on her backdoor, she changed the arch of her hips.  With the help of the lube that had fallen out her as she made love to herself on the bed, my finger slid right in.  Immediately she tensed up and screamed into the pillow.  I stopped my movements and let her take over.  She slammed herself back to the hilt of my member and onto my finger, going as far back as she could.  She did not bounce back off rather she pushed into me holding herself against me.  She twitched and moved left and right but not off me.  She was rubbing my cock against her G-spot and having the largest orgasm of her life.  As she came, she took her hand from her clit, reached for my testicles, and began to massage them as she squirmed.  That was all it took for me and I shot my load right into her, feeling an orgasm like I had never felt before.

As the feeling left me, I expected my erection to go away her show and her sexual boldness kept me at the ready.  I pulled out and watched as our juices leaked from her onto the bed.  Wanting more, I rolled her over onto her back and pulled her to the side of the bed.  I stood at the side of the bed and impaled her.  She threw her legs on my shoulders and I went to town.  Excited I picked up my pace making each stroke longer than the last.  After a minute of this, I pulled out too far.

As I reached down to position myself, I aimed too low hitting her backdoor.  Each time this has happened before she has immediately screamed “Wrong hole!”  Like most things on this trip, this time was different.  I was shocked as she tried to push onto me.  I backed off and looked at her and she smiled.  “Go ahead, let’s try it.”  I reached over and grabbed the lube, coating myself with the slippery liquid.  Again, I put my cock to her and told her to take charge.  She slowly pushed onto me.  Slowly, slowly, slowly, I could feel her relaxing as I entered her.  After two minutes, she had relaxed and eased me fully inside her.  I began to move slowly at first watching her face.  She closed her eyes and began to grin.  What she did next blew my mind.  She reached for the rabbit and instructed me to stop moving.  She took the toy and placed it at the entrance of her pussy.  Gently she pushed it in.  There she was, my cock in her ass, the fake penis in her pussy and the vibrator on her clit.  She began to rock again each movement filling her up more and more.  She tensed up more than I had ever seen her before.  “This feels so good; I have never felt this full.  I’m going to cum.  Cum with me” and with that she came harder than any of the previous times.

It was an amazing felling seeing her, watching her, feeling her in the throes of passion.  I wanted to cum as she had instructed but I just was not there yet.  As her waves dissipated, I could tell she was getting sore so I pulled out of her looking at the puddle of fluids we had left on the bed.  She was physically done; she could not handle another orgasm so she pulled me up and told me to straddle her waist.  She took me in her hands, stroked me, and massaged my testicles slowly trying to extract another orgasm from me.  As she stroked me, I could feel the pressure building again.  I told her I was close and she picked up her pace.  I shot streams of hot cum all over her chest, neck, and chin.  She milked the last bit of fluids from me letting them fall on her stomach.  With her free hand, she took all my fluids and rubbed them into her skin as if they were body lotion.

I fell on top of her and spent the next few minutes kissing her.  After we both cooled off I moved behind her and we drifted off to sleep.  I was left without words.  This was the most amazing sexual encounter we had ever had.  I really felt like a newlywed again, just like her, it was perfect.  I was thankful for my birthday present.  She gave herself fully to me and that was the best gift ever.  It was a happy birthday for me.

As we woke the next morning, we packed, ate breakfast, and spent a few hours around town.  We talked about last night and she told me she enjoyed every minute.  “In fact, I think we need to do this every year.”  I could not have agreed more.  As we drove home me, eyes wandered to my wife, my thoughts went to last night, and I tried to keep my mind on the road.  “What are you thinking?” my wife asked.  I told her that I could not stop thinking about last night and how amazing it was.  I told her how much I enjoyed and appreciated my birthday weekend.  She said it was no problem; she had a good time too.  I about drove off the road while she placed her hand on my crotch and said, “I do have one more present for you.  I have always wanted to make you cream your pants while you were driving.”

Happy Birthday to me!

(MH:  We ordinarily do not publish anal stories for hygiene and safety reasons. We will make this allowance in this story because the nature of the anal penetration)

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