Another birthday was creeping up on me. 39 and feeling fine!
My adoring husband of 15 years really wanted to spoil me as he does every year, but this one was different, and I knew it.
As he pulled me into him for a loving embrace, he kissed me on the forehead and quizzed me: "what does my lady want for her birthday then?'
I indicated that my need for "things" was pretty much non-existent, and that a night spent together was up high on my Wish List.
"Is there something else on that Wish List of yours, maybe something a fun friend might be able to help us with?"
I knew exactly what he meant. This wasn't the first conversation we had shared around my hotwifing ways - nor was it our first encounter for that matter.
My body has a mind of it's own sometimes, and even my husband's mere suggestion of inviting a trusted friend to join in some birthday spoils, sent a pulsation straight to my sensitive little clit.
My husband's eyes burned into mine as he ran his hand up my skirt, causing me to part my legs just enough for him to gain access to my now moist lips.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, I can feel for myself that you're into that idea," he said playfully as he brushed my now swollen clit with his fingertips; unceremoniously retrieving his pussy-juice covered fingers and teasingly sucking said juices clean off them.
I groaned as I pressed my body into his. Nibbling my neck cheekily, he purposefully put some distant between us, cupped my chin as if he was going in for one of those kisses he knows really gets me going, but instead smiled and said "if you want to make it happen, you know what to do."
Of course this was enough to heighten my desire for the kind of birthday spoiling my husband thought I deserved.
I set about quickly; reaching back out to my attractive brown eyed, brown haired, well-endowed, married with permission to explore playmate, with whom I had previously enjoyed a few encounters.
Just the birthday present I now very much anticipated for myself.
The message was sent:
"Apologies if this is too forward, but how do you feel about not only fucking this naughty wife for her birthday, but taking me bare and filling me with your cum? Pretty please with a cherry on top..."
An almost immediate reply:
"God surely you know how much I would love to do that to you?! Kinda thought you'd never ask tbh! When were you thinking gorgeous?"

Saturday night. I was thinking this coming Saturday night, and it was already Thursday.
By God this wasn't my usual approach. This was SO out of character, but the rush of excitement that fact alone offered, was brand-new and had me literally dripping through my lace cheeky-cut briefs.
I could already anticipate my husband's excitement too. On the naughtiest scale, this was surely well and truly off the chart!

"How was your day?" The hot husband asked me when he walked through the door after a long day.
I couldn't hide it from him. "You've been naughty today - I can see it written all over your face."
"I've sorted out my birthday present, so you don't have to," I replied with a cheeky smile.
"Good, now get in there," he replied, cocking his head towards our bedroom.
It's Saturday afternoon. We've checked into our motel room, and my husband has set off to go see a movie, solo.
I take my time, having a bubble bath, doing my hair and applying some light make-up, with a little emphasis on my eyes and lips. Today I've decided on a black lace bra with matching French knickers, some fishnet stockings, and a black wrap-around dress, which emphasises my curves just the way I like.
"Please message me when you're approaching and I'll keep the door ajar. Feel free to walk on in" I type.
"I'm walking in now..." lights up my phone screen and I feel the butterflies taking flight inside my tummy.
We lock eyes, and both smile. Phew. The mutual attraction is quite palpable once again.
I make the first move to set the scene, leaning into his embrace as our lips tentatively meet.
He acknowledges the green light, and runs his hands over my body, stopping at my round arse to give it a playful squeeze. His lustful eyes are drinking me in, and this has me feeling good - really good.
I take his hand and guide it to the tie of my dress.
"Unwrap me," I playfully instruct.
"Don't mind if I do," he says as he kisses my neck and disrobes me, revealing my black-lace clad E cup tits, and feminine curves that he simply cannot wait to explore.
He unfastens my pretty bra, and tosses it to the ground, his eyes wide as he takes in my massive but surprisingly perky tits.
I pull him into me, causing us both to gently fall back onto the bed.
Instinctively, my legs wrap around him as I feel his swollen cock push against me.
Fuck, how I want that cock buried deep inside me right now!
"Can I taste you?" He asks with hunger. His mouth lands on a nipple, and he flicks it with the tip of his tongue before taking it in his mouth. My nipples are very sensitive, but despite this when I get super horny, I like them played with hard.
"You can be a bit rough on them," I urge him, and he pinches both of my nipples between his thumb and index fingers, delighting in how erect they became.
Next he trails my stomach with kisses as he removes my stockings and nibbles my inner thighs like he definitely knows what he is doing.
And he does. That tongue - holy fuck! Feeling like an absolute lightweight, I cum hard as he draws gentle circles on my aching clit.
Once somewhat recovered and eager to return the favour, I drop to my knees.
"God you have a beautiful cock," I smile as I run my hand over his shaft and cup his smooth balls.
This is music to his ears, because right on cue he gets even harder for me as I guide it to my hungry little wet mouth.
"FUCK! You're too good at that - you'll make me cum! He says in a slightly panicked tone.
"It's ok baby, I'll slow things down" I soothe. This is my birthday, and I'm wanting to take my time tonight.
What I'm really wanting is one hell of a birthday ride.
I hover over him, before impaling myself on his rock hard cock.
I begin grinding back and forth, feeling him hit places not everyone can.
"Oh fuck, that's some good dick" I exclaim as I find my rhythm.
He matches my enthusiasm, fucking me from underneath until we're both nearing orgasm.
"You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that," he murmurs in-between some very husky breaths.
"You like that good pussy, huh?" I smile seductively, knowing exactly what I'm doing as I see all control exiting his body and mind alike.
One last thrust from both of us, and our juices intertwine as we enjoy each other's bodies to the fullest, climaxing simultaneously before falling in a heap of pleasure and mess.
A glass of wine and a round two ensued, because - it's my birthday.
"How was it?" Hubby asked upon his return, with not even loosely concealed anticipation.
I couldn't hide my Cheshire cat smile as I told him it was "so good - so, so good!"
"How many [orgasms] ?" He asked.
"Five" I replied, before offering him as much detail as I could, and readying myself for a sixth as I watched with excitement as he grew hard right before my eyes.
As much as I enjoy the company of another from time to time and a fun new encounter, my husband's return and his reclaim is where the biggest thrill remains. I look forward to that every single time.
His eyes grew dark, and he demanded I get on all 4's.
I back-up to him, and as he ploughs into me with absolute ownership, I ask him how he likes to fuck my used little, cum-filled pussy.
Naturally, this makes him explode as he grasps my arse and gives me his own load as well.
Just the icing on the birthday cake I was looking for!
I smile, kiss him thank you, and tell him that next time I want him in the room next-door so he can hear my whimpers and moans of pleasure for himself.
A seventh ensued...