Blue Thongs & Birthday Bliss

She sat with her back against the headboard, her feet pulled back against her thighs and her knees spread wide. Her tits hung free and her damp pussy soaked the pastel blue of her thong. Her fingers slipped under the waistband and toyed with her juicy folds, and her eyes were glued to her husband. “Anything you want,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. “It’s your birthday.” A slow smile spread across her face, a secret bubbling in her chest. This was exactly what she’d been craving, a complete surrender of control. She loved his mind, his heart, and his faith, but there was no denying the primal pull she felt towards his raw physicality.

His shoulders and chest, a landscape of muscle beneath a thin button-down shirt, filled her vision. The power radiating from his broad frame was intoxicating, a silent promise of pleasure and domination. She knew he could take her any way he wanted, a thought that simultaneously thrilled and terrified her. The realization struck her like a jolt of electricity – this was the moment, the chance to taste the forbidden fruit of her desires. Her eyes took in the size of his shoulders and chest; the thin veil of his button down did little to hide the power beneath. He could take her any way that he wanted—a thought that made her shudder—but his greatest strength was his control.

As the thought solidified in her mind, her mouth went dry and her pussy dripped. Just this once, that was what she wanted. Arousal radiated throughout her body, and she closed her knees, pulling her bare feet to the floor. Padding to the closet, she dug through a pile of packages, her heart pounding with anticipation. In a state of nearly blind horniness long ago, she’d made a secret purchase. When it arrived, she had been overcome with excitement, guilt, and disbelief that she’d given in to such a thing, and had hidden it away in shame. But now, the shame was gone, replaced by an overwhelming need to indulge. She carried the unassuming box back to the bed with an air of confidence she didn’t know she possessed.

“Open it,” she told him, as she drew one foot onto the bed while leaving the other on the floor. The suspense was almost unbearable, a delicious torture that fueled her escalating excitement. As he unveiled her secret, his sharp intake of breath fed her anticipation, and she watched with rapt attention. “I want to fuck you,” she whispered, the words a release of pent-up desire. His surprise, quickly followed by a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, was a confirmation that she had chosen wisely. His smile and the brush of his hand across her thigh were his silent agreement. He placed the contents into her hands and sat back, allowing her to take control. The feeling of power was foreign to her, and she knew she could never wield it often, but today, she would embrace it fully. “Take a shower while I get ready,” she instructed, her voice laced with a playful command.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded, and the sound of his obedience sent a shiver of pleasure through her. As he turned to leave, she almost came, the sheer anticipation almost overwhelming her senses. When the shower turned on, a part of her couldn’t believe this was happening, yet another layer of excitement layered over her already heightened senses. She stepped out of her panties and into the harness, the cool leather a stark contrast to the heat building within her. Pulling it up her thighs felt thrilling, and when it settled around her hips, the bulbous base touched her juicy lips. Grasping the phallus with one hand and pushing the base with the other, she gasped and moaned aloud when it slipped inside. The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating, a confirmation that she had indeed made the right choice. Chills covered her body, both from the physical sensation and from her growing fervor for the impending carnality. Making the final adjustments, she turned towards the bathroom door, slowly stroked her cock, and waited with erotic anticipation.

When he emerged nude through the door, she strode to meet him. Lacing her fingers behind his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. Electric heat passed between them, further igniting her passion and desire. She withdrew from the kiss and placed her hands on his shoulders, then with gentle pressure, she guided him to his knees. “Suck my cock, baby,” she commanded, the words dripping with a mixture of dominance and invitation. The look in his eyes was one of surprise and maybe even gratification at her boldness. His smile and the brush of his hand across her thigh were his acquiescence. He grasped the phallus with one hand, looked her in the eyes, and closed his lips over it. She could not believe what she was seeing. This man—this strong and powerful man—was submitting himself to her. In that moment, she understood more about his love, lust, and passion for her than she ever had. The emotions came out in a feminine growl. This is what she wanted.

She reveled in the sight before her, placing her hands on his head and as it bobbed on her cock. The sensations the bulbous head was creating inside her pussy pulled her to the edge. She could cum just like this, but she wanted to fuck him. She slid her hands from his head to his neck and placed gentle pressure up. The phallus escaped his lips with a pop, and she smiled. When he was on his feet, she kissed him again and took two steps back. “Get on the bed. In the middle. Facing away,” she instructed, her voice low and persuasive. She shuddered at his obedience and walked with shaky legs to her bedside table. Retrieving the lube, she crawled onto the bed and knelt behind him. Placing her hand on his back, she applied gentle pressure and guided him to all fours. She ran her hands over his back and cheeks, but her deep-seated need sprang forth unbidden from her lips. “Spread your cheeks,” she commanded, her voice laced with a playful threat.

When he complied, trembling fingers opened the cap. He shivered slightly when the cool liquid hit its mark and visibly shook when she spread it inside. Another dollop on her cock and she guided the thick phallus closer as her body sought entry into his. He moaned at the contact. With one hand on her cock and the other on his hip, she pushed forward. Watching him spread open caused her to gasp in delight, and she had to fight the urge to plunge all the way in. Slowly and deliberately she pushed until her hips met his. He was visibly sweating by now and she rested her other hand on his hip to let him get used to the intrusion. When she felt he was ready, she said, “I’m going to fuck you now.” Hearing the words come out of her mouth, with her cock buried inside him, elicited an erotic pleasure she didn’t know existed. She slowed her ministrations, but did stop until she had milked his very last drop. Slowly withdrawing her cock, she lay beside him and he turned to put his head on her chest. She smiled to herself and played with his hair as his breathing steadied and he fell asleep. Deeply content, but still on a sexual high, she eased herself from under him, removed her harness, and walked naked to the kitchen. Part of her was still in disbelief that she just experienced this. Although she enjoyed it much more than she thought she would, she knew that she would only want this sometimes. But sometimes… Oh my. A flicker of lust caused her to pick up her phone, and she began browsing. She smiled as her harness came across the screen, but now she wanted something different. Then she saw it: a long, double-ended phallus in her favorite color. An involuntary moan escaped her lips, and she made the purchase before she changed her mind. He would ask her about the charge. And she would tell him—next year.

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