I rolled up the windows to the sleek, black, sexy car. My husband sat next to me as I drove. His Carhartt jeans hung perfectly on his hips, and his long sleeved green shirt hugged his chest and biceps. Even with sunglasses on, I could tell he was sneaking peeks at me. I adjusted myself in the leather seat, causing my black skirt to rise up my legs a little farther. My shiny red tank top clung to my full, rounded breasts. He loved it.
"So, hunny," I asked with a wink in his direction, "what would you like for your birthday?" He smiled and ran his hand up my freshly shaven leg. I wanted to make his night special for him.
"Dinner was wonderful, sweetie. Thank you," he said as he kissed my neck. I wanted him so much. His kissable lips felt warmly wonderful. "How much longer is our son at your parents' house for?"
I winked. "All night." My husband smiled as he removed his sunglasses. The Fall air was crisp as we exited the car. I made to sure to NOT pull the hem of my skirt back down. I glanced back at him and saw him checking my ass out. I pulled him into the house and to the living room. His balance was a little off, thanks to "a few" bottles of beer, and 2 double belly shots off me of straight Jack Daniels.
His nice ass his the couch cushion. "I'll be back in a minute, baby," I said with my bedroom eyes on. I leaned in and kissed him, tasting the trace of JD on his lips. I ran my fingers over his brush cut chocolate brown hair. His emerald green eyes sparkled in the moonlight. I made sure to bend over at the waist as I turned from him to take my shoes off. He got a great view of my ass -- especially since I "just forgot" to put on panties ... or even a thong.
"You're killing me!" he yelled from the living room. I smiled as I strutted into the bedroom. A few moments later, I came back to him wearing a very short silk black robe. This piqued his attention. I ran the top of my tongue over my upper lip as I let it fall open and off my shoulders. It hit the floor revealing a slinky, naughty, hunter green piece of lingerie. A pale lavender colored thong rested on my hips. My husband smiled and exclaimed, "I can see right through that thing!"
I straddled his hips and cupped his face in my hands. His hands ran down the outside of my body. He loved my curves. I leaned forward so he could get a full view of my breasts. I could feel an erection forming in his jeans. I teasingly grinded my hips against it as I pulled his shirt off. I ran my hands over his delicious chest and through the slight hair on his chest. His sporty cologne filled my senses.
I trailed my fingers down to his jeans. His button came undone, and the zipper was soon to follow. He sighed with a smile. His head rested on the back of the couch. I smiled at him, "Anything you'd like specific, babe?"
My delicious husband playfully pulled me close to his face. He gently pulled my hair, causing my head to go back. I smiled. Sometimes, I liked it a little rough. He whispered close to my ear, "Do you really want to know?" I nodded as best I could. "Can I have anything I want?"
