Birthday Weekend Kickoff: A Heated Start

It’s Friday evening, and the official kick-off of my beloved’s birthday weekend, the first of three days of romance, pampering, and affirmation of my intense love for her. I always try to begin this highly anticipated annual ritual with a bang, and this year, I’ve got the perfect treat in mind. She’s been hinting about this fantasy for weeks, so now is my time to deliver. I wonder who is more excited, Kay or me?

Kay Prepares

My man certainly knows how to plan a romantic setting. Tonight is a warm summer evening, yet there’s no humidity and a nice gentle breeze. I breathe in the sweet fragrance of lilac and other fresh blossoms wafting in from the backyard. The romantic saxaphone of Boney James and the smooth voice of George Benson set the mood, courtesy of the Amazon Music Smooth Jazz Station via Alexa. (I wonder if she will be eavesdropping on the magical bliss that transpires this evening.)

Outside our westerly-facing bedroom windows, the last of the sun drops from view. A freshly chilled bottle of Pinot Gris from Cooper’s Hawk waits for us, and strategically placed candles from Bath & Body Works provide soft romantic illumination to tonight’s love chamber. A beautiful fresh bouquet—Oh, how I love daffodils, roses, orchids, carnations, and lilies—is proudly displayed on the nightstand next to our luxurious king-size bed, which is adorned with rose pedals. What did I do to deserve such love and affection?

“Honey, are you sure you can’t give me just one little hint about what you have in mind? I’m very excited and am going crazy trying to guess,” I murmur, my mind racing trying to figure out what he has planned this time. I’m such a lucky girl. Scratch that—such a blessed girl! Thanks be to God for providing me such a loving, thoughtful, faithful mate. But for the life of me, I can’t discern his strategy for tonight. All I know is that he created this incredibly romantic setting, and all he wants me to do is take a luxurious bubble bath and come out in exactly one hour—no more, no less—to claim my special gift.

“What could possibly go wrong?” he says with that goofy, boyish-yet-mischievous grin on his face.

I remind him, “Well, big guy, let’s see… (Readers of our previous LadyGarden adventures in the MarriageHeat archives will understand where my thoughts are headed). He has led me astray before, but I trust him implicitly. He’s always been such a devoted and loving partner.”

“Have I ever led you astray, my dear Kay?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with playful challenge. “Don’t answer that.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “Oh, I almost forgot… Of course, you’ll have the good taste to come out of our bathroom naked.”

“Of course,” I wink at him as our lips meet to seal the deal. I slowly turn to walk away, subtly wiggling my big bum for him as I disappear behind the bathroom door and lock it.

My man knows me so well. As Jesus said regarding marriage, “And the two shall become one.” Yep, we are indeed the couple that became a part of each other. It amazes us that God brought us together for His service and purposes in this life. I give thanks to Him every day for creating marriage and gifting me with my husband as we journey through this life together.

And K sure knows my routine like the back of his hand. He correctly anticipated the time it takes me to first enjoy some time in the Jacuzzi, then a luxurious bubble bath. I perform some last-minute pruning of my lady garden and legs—a daily task, lol—apply moisturizer, dry my hair, and put on my make-up. It takes about an hour to pull myself together, sans any clothing, of course.

I wonder again what he has in mind. With K’s deviously romantic mind, it could be anything. And thankfully, I don’t have to worry about being embarrassed by any pranks. We agreed long ago on no awkward pictures or videos. And we must obtain permission from the other before sharing any intimate portraits with the select few special people in our lives.

What will I see when I open the bathroom door? Will I be greeted by my man? Did he concoct a creative scenario with my crazy sister? Or will I enter an empty bedroom and walk downstairs naked, searching the dimly lit house for him? I feel a twinge deep within me as I consider the possibilities.

Well, it’s 8:05 p.m.; showtime! “Okay, honey, I’m all finished in here. Sorry I’m a little late. I wanted to make sure to look my very best for you.”

I hear, “Yep, Come on out, sweetheart. Everything is ready.”

The anticipation that’s been growing all evening made me want to touch myself so badly while I soaked in the tub, yet I resisted the temptation. As I prepare to open the door, that twinge that has been smoldering between my legs for a couple of hours is now a small fire, and that fire will need to be extinguished before too long. Fortunately for me, my man has the perfect tool to extinguish the blaze.

Kay Appears

I hear the gentle turn of the bathroom doorknob as it unlocks, and there’s my blushing bride, standing there in all her glory. The look of love in her eyes is the same look I saw on our wedding day. And look at that incredible smile, dimples and all—pearly white teeth and my favorite red lipstick.

I gaze upon the feminine form that is my Kay. Oh, how I love that woman and adore her curves. I quickly snap a couple of pictures in the soft light. Kay smiles, winks at me, shifts slightly to the right, and bends her knee a tad. She places both hands behind her head and tilts it towards the ceiling, her silky brunette locks cascading down her back as she stretches her upper body.

She knows how much I enjoy watching her stretch like this, especially how stretching greatly accentuates her delectably full breasts. I take a few more photos as she turns a tad more to the right and holds the pose, knowing the effect it has on me. Left hand on her hip, right hand behind her head; I am blessed seeing her incredible profile. Her prominent side breast and protruding nipple are on full display as she subtly flexes her muscular calf. My dick engorges with blood as I gaze upon her nudity, especially seeing this profile of her magnificent fluffy bush reflecting the soft candlelight. How can a woman have that much hair down there?

“Naughty boy, taking pictures of your vulnerable, naked wife. What would the neighbors say,” she teases. (However, we both know from time to time the neighbors have secretly peeked in on our mating rituals, lol.) “I love what you did to our bedroom. It’s very romantic. You are so sweet. But hey, Mister! You know how much I love those boxers, but I’d prefer you were naked, like me.”

“In due time, my love. In due time. Now come on over, lie down on your back, and relax. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. There. Is this better?”

My oh my, look at her—lying there in her natural state. Naked, the way God made her. Naked and not ashamed. Perfectly at ease in her nudity as a gentle breeze blows through our bedroom curtains.

“Mmmmm, that breeze feels soooo good; I was getting kind of hot in the bathroom. Aaaah! What are you doing? Oh, I see. Go right ahead.”

Crawling from the end of the bed towards my wife, I marvel at her incredible gymnast’s legs. Her slightly bent knees show off those powerful calves of hers. She’s nicely tanned, too.

Maneuvering between her feet, I pick them both up, lifting her legs into the air, and gently begin massaging both feet with my thumbs.

“Oh, baby, that feels wonderful. Mmmmmmm, thank you.”

My thumbs massage the bottoms of her feet and her heels. I go back and forth, gently squishing them along the way. Then my thumbs and forefingers grip her ankles and Achilles tendons, working them over for several minutes. Kay purrs in contentment, her eyes closed and her fingers gently tracing her ever-swelling, strawberry-sized nipples surrounded by large-diameter round areolas. Ummmmmmm.

Placing both feet together, I lift her legs towards the ceiling, nearly lifting her bum off the bed. I gently blow warm breath on and lick the backs of her thighs where they join her beautiful big ass. She jumps in surprise, not anticipating that. Still holding her legs straight up with feet pressed together and massaging her soles, I let my tongue continue its slow journey along the back of her thigh, gently planting kisses and nipping her tender flesh along the way. At the halfway point, I lightly lick the back of her knees, causing her to shiver in delight. Then I continue towards her calves. Even in their relaxed state, they are hard from years of exercise and running. My big left hand grasps both her ankles while my right hand and tongue take turns running softly up and down her calf to her ankle. Then in tandem, they reverse course and make their way back up towards her magnificent lady garden. My tongue lingers, tracing its way along the bottom of her hip socket mere centimeters off the bed. She keeps involuntarily twitching from the sensations as I gently nibble this area for a few minutes before moving on towards her puckered little opening, getting as close as I can without making contact. I sense her hips shifting slightly to guide me there, but I resist for now.

Skootching back towards the head of the bed, I place my head between her feet and take both her hands into mine. My tongue begins tracing a path up her shins and calves. Her breathing grows more intense as our fingers lace together tightly. Slowly alternating between each shin and calf, I eventually reach her thighs.

She is in a trance, emitting soft moans from her mouth. Her body thrashes and shudders with each of my thrusts. I can’t take it anymore. I grunt in animalistic fervor while shooting a massive load into my wife.

“Oh, K, will you eat me already? Please! I’m cumming, and I don’t want to stop! Let’s see if I can get you to blow something like that, too.”

Kay Devours

Gluuuuugh, gluuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh.

Kay releases me, and it pops out of her mouth. She looks me in the eyes as she gasps for air. Her eyes water, her nose runs, and long strands of saliva drip from her mouth onto the bedroom carpet. Quite the mess. She says nothing. Still prone before me, she looks intently into my eyes as she sticks her middle finger into her mouth and spits on it, then again on my cock. I can’t help but feel like she’s mocking me. But, she’s beautiful.

Gluuuuugh, gluuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh.

Gluuuuugh, gluuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh.

Gluuuuugh, gluuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh, gluuuuuuugh.

Again, Kay releases me, my cock glistening with saliva, and quickly wipes at her nose with the back of her hand. Her face is bright red. Several strands of saliva have pooled on her chin as other strands drip down onto the floor like spider silk. She looks at me and smiles. She’s so proud.

She slowly opens her legs as only a gymnast can do, fully presenting herself to me. Her body glistens with sweat, and the neatly trimmed lush brown forest nestled between her legs is moist from her slippery juices. I gaze upon this sight with deep admiration. My body tingles from her touch, and my senses are overloaded. I slowly reach over and kiss her neck, taking her to her orgasm. And that’s when my day is made.

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