It was the night of my twenty-first birthday, not that you should ever ask a lady her age. My husband and I were getting home from a day full of celebrations, and since we were both rather tired I wasn’t expecting much. I headed to the bathroom for a shower and when I came back, I had a surprise waiting for me.
Lights were dimmed, a singular candle burning, and queued up on the tv a crackling fireplace. There on the bed was my husband, not the fittest human on the planet, but gorgeous nonetheless. Completely naked, dirty blond hair slightly mussed, and posed as if he was a french girl waiting to be painted — a little cheesy, but fantastically so. He motioned me over to the bed and I complied, my towel was swept away, hands pinned to the mattress, and he whispered “hold still.”
He took one of his church ties and used it as a blindfold. Completely at his mercy, I laid my naked body on the bed. I have a quite curvy physique, 5’5 and 125lbs, my husband had always enjoyed. He went straight to my C cup breasts, nibbling ever so slightly. I could feel his breathing starting to get heavy. He tickled my sides and inner thighs with his fingertips. I could feel myself dripping.
As I began to moan, he moved himself to the foot of the bed and began to lick my clit. Every once in awhile he would slide my vulva and clit into his mouth, swirling them around with his tongue, his beard scruff nestling into my pubic mound. I came.
He inched his way back up the bed, his mouth right by my ear. “Mmm, so wet.” “I love it when you cum.” He inserts a finger into me, and gives it a little wiggle, hitting all the right spots, I squeal with delight. “You’re so tight.”
He roughly flips me over onto my stomach, reminding me I’m not in charge, and swings my legs so they’re on the floor. I hear him walking around — he comes back with what I assume is another tie. He uses it to tie my hands behind my back.
I feel him behind me, pre cum dripping on my already soaked inner thighs. His warm head slides into me and I sigh. He teases me a little before filling me completely. His warmth and mine mix together as he slides himself in and out. I flex, gripping his dick even tighter, adding friction to the already hot experience. His groans get louder and I know he’s close. He grabs my long blond hair and starts pulling with the rhythm of the thrusting. I can’t take it anymore and orgasm again, this time squirting all over. The liquid drips down our thighs and he quickly cums as well. I wonder what will happen on his birthday?

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