Happiest Birthday
It was a week before I became another year older and I hadn't been this excited in years. I did not want presents, things you had to buy at the store, I just wanted sex: uninhibited, raw, lusty, shameless, prurient, wild-assed sex that was a throw-the-covers on the floor fucking that I hadn't had in years. I wanted a no-holds-bared sexual romp that would have me breathing hard and dizzy with pleasure for as long as I could maintain an erection. I didn't want to have to ask for it, beg, plead, throw myself on the floor and shame myself to get it, but I was pretty sure I would, an on my knees begging session that gave up all semblance of dignity and sexual maturity. I would beg if I had to
What I wanted for my birthday was something more than I get each year from my insurance company, a card and a wish for a healthy year. However, since you couldn't buy it, I kept my feelings hidden, as much as any horny old man does.
The morning of my day came and I was afraid to even get up. Then my wife came back to bed and wrapped her naked self around me and pulled me close. She kissed me with a promise in her hot lips and there it was, the heat I was looking for with the passion I'd hoped to find. She reached for my organ and it was already getting ready for her lovely canal. We exchanged bodily fluids for a while and our tongues played tag with one another in wet, heavenly eagerness that left us both breathless.
I entered her in one motion and her hips came up to meet mine. While moving in and out I reached down and swiped some foamy mixture from off my erection and brought to her mouth. Without waiting, she literally gobbled it from my fingers and sucked what was left like a candy stick, moaning and sighing at the same time, smiling and cooing. I offered more and she again was ravenous, licking and sucking with glee, being what I needed and wanted so badly.
