Birthday Wish Fulfilled

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. I’d just finished a brutal shift at the office, the fluorescent lights and endless spreadsheets leaving me drained and craving something primal, something real. As I fumbled with my keys, a knot of anticipation tightened in my stomach. Tonight was my birthday, and my wife, Serena, had a surprise in store.

The house was silent when I stepped inside, the usual chaos of kids and dogs absent. A wave of loneliness washed over me, quickly replaced by a surge of excitement as I caught sight of her. She was a vision in a sheer, black camisole, the fabric clinging to her curves like liquid night, showcasing the perfect, sculpted form beneath. A pair of tight, red panties outlined her smooth, honey-colored skin, their slit emphasizing her tantalizing vulnerability. Her nipples were hard, swollen with a delicious anticipation, reflecting the heat building within her. As I approached, she rose from the bed, her movements fluid and confident, and greeted me with a long, languid kiss that sent shivers down my spine. Her hands trailed down my ass, lingering there before she whispered in my ear, “Happy Birthday, darling. Now, take a shower, and I have a little something special for you.”

The words ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that overwhelmed any lingering fatigue. Without hesitation, I followed her instructions, stripping off my clothes in the shower and letting the hot water wash away the day’s stress. Peering through the smoked glass, I watched her from the doorway, a silent observer in the unfolding drama. She was on the bed, a masterpiece of sensual abandon, soaking through her panties as she rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples with an almost violent intensity. The sight was both captivating and a little unsettling, fueling my own burgeoning arousal.

“Sit at the end of the bed and watch me,” she commanded, her voice a low purr that vibrated through the room. As I obeyed, she slowly, deliberately, removed her soaked panties, tossing them carelessly to my feet. The scent of her, intoxicating and primal, filled my senses, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She pulled her right hand back, positioning it above her perky breast, while her left hand rested on her wet, swollen honey pot. With deliberate slowness, she began to pinch her nipple, her eyes never leaving mine. A moan escaped her lips as she thrust her finger deep inside, a prelude to the exquisite pleasure that was to come.

As I watched, mesmerized, I realized her hands were expertly positioned between her legs. I focused on the unfolding scene, my anticipation building with each movement, each breath. I felt an uncontrollable urge to join her, to lose myself in her intoxicating presence. With a quick rinse, I turned off the water and leaped from the shower, eager to fulfill my desires.

She lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, a blatant invitation. I could now see her in full detail, the vibrant red of her panties contrasting starkly against her pale skin. Her body was a work of art, sculpted by nature and enhanced by her own sensual exploration. She had soaked her panties, creating a glistening sheen that only amplified her allure. As I approached, she spoke, her voice husky with anticipation, “Spend some extra time cleaning your manhood. It turns me on to watch you.”

Obeying her command, I caressed my erection, enjoying the heightened sensitivity. As I did, she continued her solo pleasure, her movements becoming more frantic, more insistent. “Oh, that feels good,” she murmured, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. My attention was entirely focused on her, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of her body. Her hands continued their exploration, pulling her right hand back to her awaiting breast while her left hand remained firmly planted on her wet, swollen honey pot. The combination of textures and sensations was overwhelming, driving me further into a state of blissful abandon.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she began to pleasure herself, her body quivering with each thrust. Her moan grew louder, more intense, a primal cry of pure delight. As she reached her climax, she pulled out a vibrator from under the pillow, turning it on and swirling it around her clit, which was now swollen and pulsating with heat. Her moan intensified, escalating into a series of desperate pleas. “Oh, I’m close,” she gasped, her voice ragged with anticipation. “Oh… I want you inside me as soon as I cum.” She pressed the vibe harder, her movements becoming increasingly frantic, while she stroked her lips with gentle, insistent motions. “Oh… Oh… OH……..” she shrieked, unleashing a torrent of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body arched off the bed, her moans growing louder, more passionate, as she struggled to maintain control. Her eyes were fixed on mine, locked in a silent exchange of desire and arousal.

Soon, she uttered her command, her voice raw with need, “Fuck me hard, fuck me deep.” Without hesitation, I positioned myself between her thighs, lifting her already spread legs and sliding my hard cock deep inside her still quivering hole. She immediately responded, her body arching in response to my penetration. “Harder,” she urged, her voice strained with pleasure. I thrust hard in and out, matching her intensity, while she moaned with ecstasy and continued to demand more. “Harder, harder,” she pleaded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She began rubbing her clit again, her movements becoming more frenzied, “Oh…, Oh…, I’m going to cum again.”

As she drew closer to climax, she grabbed her legs, pulling them towards herself, allowing me to plunge even deeper and hit my sweet spot. She tilted her head back to watch my descent, moaning loud, deep, and consistent. “Oh God, Oh yah…, yah, yah, UH…., UH……….” she cried out, finally reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. Her body shivered with the intensity of her orgasm, a testament to her exquisite sensitivity.

Once she had finished, she turned to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. “I want you to cum in my mouth,” she whispered, pushing me down onto my back. She quickly took me into her mouth, her hands gripping my hips as she began to suck deeply, savoring every drop of my essence. The sensation was both intense and overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. As she continued to suck, I moaned with pleasure, succumbing to her dominance.

“I want to swallow your cum, give in to me baby,” she commanded, her voice a low, seductive rumble. It was all she needed to send me spiraling into a frenzy. As she took me back in, I thrust upwards, responding to her pleasure. As I reached the point of no return, I unleashed my load deep inside her mouth, experiencing the ultimate release. She suckled harder, her body convulsing with delight, as she absorbed my essence. “Mmm…..” she murmured, her voice lost in the throes of pleasure.

Finally, she laid down next to me, our bodies intertwined in a blissful embrace. As we fell asleep in each other’s arms, I realized that this was the best birthday gift imaginable. A perfect combination of passion, intimacy, and sensual exploration, leaving me utterly satisfied and completely devoted to my incredible wife. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside our bed, we were lost in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She wasn't just my wife; she was my goddess, my muse, and the embodiment of all my desires. And as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in her arms, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was just the beginning of our passionate journey together. After our intimate night, she decided to stick to my usual routine. My birthday massage and blowjob were still in order, and she delivered them with the same skill and passion as always. Best birthday ever! What an awesome wife!

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