Birthday Surprise
mf

Arriving home late, he looked around with expectation, knowing she had to
have planned something to commemorate his birthday. After all, he'd seen the
box from the lingerie shop, and overheard whispers on the telephone about a
big night she was planning. A surprise party, maybe, but he would hate that.
Better she be dressed in something barely there, laying next to a birthday
cake on the kitchen table. A German chocolate cake, he thought, hanging his
coat up in the closet. His two favorite desserts, side by side.

With a grin on his face, he stuck his head in the dining room, immediately
disappointed by the empty table. She wasn't in the kitchen, or the living
room, either. Well, she was probably lying seductively on the bed, and if
she was dressed, he'd have all the fun of unwrapping her. And if she wasn't
dressed, well.... He could feel his cock growing hard already.

She wasn't in the bedroom. "Honey?" he called, walking through the seemingly
empty house. "Honey?"

"In here!" He headed for the back room, following the sound of her voice. He
found her, dressed in one of his old shirts, a baggy pair of jeans, and a
scarf wrapped around her head. Everything in the room was covered with
dropcloths, strange shapes he didn't know. "Just painting the spare room,
like we've talked about." She smiled, offering him a paintbrush. "Want to
help?"

He looked at the brush, then back at her. Suddenly, his hopes for a wild
night had disappeared. "What about dinner?" he asked, trying not to sound to
disappointed.

"Dinner. Hmmm...." She shrugged. "How about pizza? I've got to get this
finished."

"But...." He started to say something about his birthday, then stopped.
She'd forgotten. "I'll call and order the pizza. I guess." He turned and
walked out of the room. He could not believe that she'd forgotten! He
sighed, heading to their room to change clothes. He may as well be
comfortable if he was going to be miserable.

"Pizza," he called, after he'd paid the delivery boy and closed the door. He
dropped the box on the coffee table, plopping on the couch. Maybe something
was on T.V. He could hear her rustling around in the kitchen, the water
running as she washed up. "Bring me a pop." he called.

He was flipping through the channels as she walked in the room, and he
didn't notice her until she sat down and crossed her legs. Long, lovely
legs, in sheer black hosiery, a dainty gold anklet dangling over the heel of
some very sexy pumps. He let his eyes follow the long leg up to the sexy
white flesh of her thighs, peeking out from under her very short skirt.

She wore a lace bustier that showed her dark nipples clearly, her hair
falling in lovely curls on her shoulders. Handing him a can of soda, she
leaned back into the couch cushions, a big smile on her face. "Happy
birthday, lover," she said.

"You did remember!" He stroked her calves, enjoying the feel of the nylons
on her skin. Running his hands up her legs, he squeezed the soft flesh of
her thighs, his hopes returning. "Let's skip the pizza and go straight to
bed."

"Skip the pizza? I hate cold pizza!" Opening the box, she pulled out a
slice, the cheese stretching, and handed it to him. She took one for herself
and took a bite off the end. An errant piece of sausage tumbled off the
pizza, landing with a greasy splat in the deep well between her breasts. She
dropped the pizza on the lid of the box, then looked up at him with mock
despair. "Oooh! My hands are greasy. You'd better help me get that out."

"Gladly!" He dropped his own piece and took her by the shoulders, pulling
her towards him. With his tongue, he dug the piece of sausage out from
between her breasts, licking the sides of her breasts, running his tongue
along the lacy edge of the bustier.

He could feel her hands at the opening of his jeans, freeing his semi-erect
cock, her fingers stroking the head, making it grow stiff quickly. It didn't
take him long to figure out how to free her breasts, gently squeezing them
together with his hands, licking the nipples with broad strokes of his
tongue. Shifting underneath him, she brought her legs up around his waist,
guiding his cock into her wet pussy.

He started slow, pushing the length of his cock into her pussy, then pulling
it almost completely out before plunging back in. Her fingernails in his
back signified the approach of her first orgasm, her body thrusting back up
at him as she climaxed. Nuzzling his face between her breasts, he licked the
space between them again, sucking on the tender undersides before starting
back on her nipples again.

He began to thrust into her faster, harder, his own breathing growing faster
as he fought to keep control. When he felt her pussy muscles begin to
constrict around him once again, he let go, groaning loudly as he shot his
cum inside her.

Collapsing on top of her, he kissed her neck, her face, letting his body
relax. "Oh honey, that was great. What a great birthday."

"Well, I had to do something to make you forget how old you're getting." He
could hear the laughter in her voice. Stretching her arm to reach the pizza,
she plucked a piece of pepperoni off, dropping it on her still hard nipple.
"Anyway," she said, as he snatched the pepperoni with his teeth, his tongue
darting out to lick the nipple clean, "the night's not over. We're going to
make this an even better birthday."