Birthday Secrets: A Burning Desire

My dear husband made my recent birthday an extra special celebration. It was on a Saturday. In the morning, he told me he had some things to finish for work. I had a pedicure appointment at my favorite spa, the same place I go to for my Brazilian wax, so I was going to be gone for a few hours anyway. When I got home in the afternoon, his car was gone from the garage. That’s unusual because I would have expected him to text me if he was going out. I walked into the house and saw this note on the kitchen counter:

Happy Birthday, Dez! I want to make this day memorable for you. Please follow these instructions. First, I hope you enjoy a nice bath. Towels and some bath salts are set out by the tub. After your bath, please put on the clothes I laid out for you on our bed. Everything you need is there, including the jewelry I’d like you to wear! But you will need to pack a bag with some casual clothes for tomorrow. You won’t be coming home tonight! A driver will come to pick you up at 7:00. He will come to the front door, call you by name, and introduce himself as Roger Henley. The ride to meet me will be less than 30 minutes! Love you, dear, and see you tonight. Brian

I was tempted to call or text Brian but decided that I would go along with whatever he was planning. His surprises are always exciting and fun!

I walked into the bedroom and immediately saw a beautiful little black dress on our bed. Instinctively, I checked the size, and of course, it was right on. I held it up and couldn’t help but notice the luxurious fabric. It must have been expensive. I also saw that Brian had placed my red heels next to the bed. But even more striking were the panties next to the dress. They were a vibrant crimson red floral lace triangle connected to thin straps. The red was the same shade as my heels. There were earrings, a necklace and ruby ring he had given me two years ago, and a bracelet.

Since I had until 7:00, I decided to really enjoy some quiet time in the bath. I filled the tub with warm water and the bath salts Brian had set out. Then I turned on some earth sounds on Pandora and settled into the comfort of the water. Gradually, the feelings of calm and comfort replaced all the normal activities of my mind. But then thoughts of the evening ahead began to supplement my mental peace with excitement and anticipation.

Eventually, it was time for me to emerge from the water and prepare to meet Brian. The towel by the bath was our softest, most luxurious one. I wrapped myself in the warmth of the Turkish cotton as I put on my makeup and did my hair. Then it was time to get dressed. I let the towel fall to the floor and walked from the bathroom to our bedroom.

Taking the red panties, I stepped between the straps and pulled them up my legs and over my hips. After some adjustment, I decided that the triangle was too small to cover my pussy completely. No matter what I did, the outer edges of my smooth lips would not be concealed by the lace. The delicate vertical seam in the center of the triangle caused the thin lace to conform to my curves and crevice.

As I bent over to put on my heels and adjust the small clasp, I caught a glimpse of myself in front of our full-length mirror. I turned to take in the sight of my profile. Thankfully, I get to spend time at the fitness center, though I find the lunges and squats tedious and painful at times.

Next, I stepped into the little black dress, putting my arms through the spaghetti straps and adjusting the neckline. It was now obvious why Brian hadn’t put out a bra for me. The dress had a V neckline that plunged to just a couple inches above my navel and a low scooping back. Although I’m often envious of women with bigger breasts, my not quite C-cup boobs did fill out the top enough. The open neckline did little to hide the curves of my cleavage. The fitted waist contoured to my tummy and hips and the mid-thigh length skirt had a little flair. I put on the jewelry Brian had set out for me and took another look in the mirror. What I saw reflected there I liked and hoped Brian would too!

I gathered up the bag I had packed earlier and decided that I better throw in some lube, even though I doubted we would need any tonight. When I opened the nightstand drawer, I saw that the lube was gone and a few of our toys too. Brian had thought of everything! Just then, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and was met by a handsome man, in his forties I’d guess. He immediately introduced himself as Roger Henley and said that Brian had sent him for me. Roger took my bag as I locked the front door behind me and followed him to the waiting car. Roger was kind enough not to stare as I tried to be discreet in the short dress. I slid into the back seat of the luxury sedan.

As Brian had said in his note, the ride into town was about 25 minutes. Roger eased the car to the curb in front of one of the most exclusive hotels in the city. Immediately, a doorman opened my door and greeted me by name. I saw by the tag on his lapel that his name was “Alex.” Roger handed my bag to another doorman, and I overheard instructions to take it to room 4901. I thanked Roger and offered him a tip, but he told me that it had already been taken care of. Alex then asked if I would follow him.

We walked through the very elegant entrance, up a curved stairway to a second open space. That led to a gorgeous lounge and restaurant. Alex told me that Brian had asked that I take a seat at the far end of the bar until he arrived. The lounge was fairly full, with most of the bar seats occupied. But there were three open seats at the end. I didn’t offer a tip to Alex. I was sure that had been taken care of by Brian too!

Following Alex’s directions, I took the last seat. As I turned to get the eye of the bartender, he was already approaching me. He smiled, said my name, and asked if I wanted a daiquiri. This was my usual drink, so I smiled back and said, “Of course.”

I watched as he quickly prepared my drink. When he placed it on the bar, I took a sip and then turned my chair to take in the view of my surroundings and all the people. Then I saw Brian, sitting at a table in the corner, a bourbon in his hand. No one was at the tables next to him. Our eyes met, but before I could get up, he raised his glass to me as if acknowledging a toast, and smiled. I raised my glass slightly and took a sip.

Brian looked awesome in his dark suit, gray, almost silver shirt and dark gray tie that shimmered a little in the light. He took a sip of his drink but made no move to come join me at the bar. He smiled again. Then I noticed his gaze moving from my eyes to take in the sight of my dress. His look lingered at the plunging neckline, and I saw his smile intensify as he took in the curves of my barely covered breasts. He again looked into my eyes and raised his glass slightly before taking another drink. His gaze then lowered again, pausing briefly at my neckline.

I quickly glanced around the lounge again and realized that no one else was in a position to see the connection between Brian and me. We both took another sip of our drinks. He leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the sight in front of him. Maybe it was the effects of the daiquiri, but I was feeling especially confident. I slowly uncrossed my legs, hesitating a moment before crossing them again. By the look on Brian’s face, I could tell that he was a little disappointed that my hesitation was so brief. I smiled at him and this time uncrossed my legs but didn’t cross them again. His intense smile returned. His look assured me that he saw I was wearing the red lace panties he had laid on our bed.

I put my right foot on a higher rung of the bar stool and leaned forward to adjust the strap of my shoe. When I looked up at Brian, his gaze had moved from the lace to my neckline. I realized that the gap in my dress now exposed my darkened areola and hard nipple to his view. As I straightened again and took another sip of my drink, he did not reciprocate. This time, his eyes were glued to the red triangle framed by my thighs and dress. After at least a minute, maybe two, I crossed my legs again. As his stare traveled higher, I casually used my left hand to tug at my nipple protruding against the material of my dress.

We both finished our drinks. The bulge in his pants was quite visible by now. But with a little adjustment, he stood and walked over to me. He gave me a kiss that didn’t last long enough. He took my hand and together we left the lounge and headed to the elevators. Without a word passing between us, we both knew that dinner would have to wait.

We were the only ones to enter the elevator, and Brian pressed the button for the 49th floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed, we resumed the kiss that we started at the bar. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me up. He guided my face to his lips. His kiss was gentle but firm, and the feel of his rigid cock against my stomach was awesome. With just a few steps, he led me into a gorgeous corner suite with large windows filling two walls. The view over the city was spectacular. My bag and Brian’s sat on a bench by a small table that also held a bottle of wine, glasses, cheese, and grapes next to a vase of flowers.

As the door closed behind us, I heard Brian turn the security lock. Then I felt his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck, and his bulge against my back. I tilted my head to take his head between my lips. I stretched them over that beautiful ridge and down his shaft. My mouth opened wide to receive my husband. I can only get about a third of Brian into my mouth, but it doesn’t matter. He loves the sensation of my lips stretching over his ridge and my tongue massaging the sensitive spot where his ridge and shaft meet.

I reached over my shoulders to run my fingers through his hair. His hands slid down to cup the sides of my breasts. He kissed me on my mouth again and then moved lower, over my necklace, to the valley below. His kisses covered the tender flesh of my breasts before he began tracing the delicate seam that had nestled into the crevice between my lips. As he stroked with his fingernail, the lace seemed to vibrate, increasing the sensitivity of the cleft underneath. The involuntary rocking of my hips increased as I released a soft moan – the first sound spoken between us since I had left for the spa.

With that, Brian took my arms and raised them over my head, holding them there for a moment. Then his hands slid down to cup the sides of my breasts. He kissed me on my mouth again and then moved lower, over my necklace, to the valley below. His kisses covered the tender flesh of my breasts before he began tracing the delicate seam that had nestled into the crevice between my lips. As he stroked with his fingernail, the lace seemed to vibrate, increasing the sensitivity of the cleft underneath. The involuntary rocking of my hips increased as I released a soft moan – the first sound spoken between us since I had left for the spa.

Finally, the contractions and spasms began to quiet, the bliss of satisfying release now the only awareness I had. Brian covered my pussy with the warmth of his mouth, protecting my sensations, allowing me to be in the moment. After a minute, maybe more, I stroked his hair with both hands. He looked up at me and gave a subtle smile. He then spoke his first words since this morning.

“Happy Birthday, Dez!”

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