My Wifes Birthday

I slipped inside the door, coming home early from work, and immediately prepared for my wife, Carrie. It was her fiftieth birthday and I wanted it to be the most special one yet. We'd been married twenty-five years and I knew how anxious she was about growing older. Lately, every year she seemed to get more depressed on what should be her most happy, pleasurable day. I quickly moved to the bedroom and prepared her special outfit for the evening, neatly laying every article out on the bed. I then moved to the bath and prepared candles and relaxing music, setting the bubble bath near the tub.

I knew she would be home from work soon. Teaching English in High School was not the most rewarding job financially, but Carrie truly loved what she was doing. She loved the kids and what she was able to inspire them to accomplish. English was always a difficult subject because many students didn't care. But the poetry and stories that Carrie had them experience altered some to become great. Who knows, maybe the next big song-writer would be a student of hers. Maybe they'd tell the whole world that she inspired them. I certainly wished that great recognition on her.

I moved to the kitchen and began opening the bags, getting ready to make dinner. I had planned for this far in advance. Without Carrie's knowledge, I took a cooking class at the local college. I *did* have to lie to her about where I was going... for which I'm truly sorry... but I hoped she'd forgive me. I started the pasta and set the table. I had it all planned -- wine, candles, china, beautiful tablecloth... the works.

I put some music on the stereo, pushed the furniture away from the center of the floor and the stage was set.

Carrie finally came home at 4:00pm, as expected, and was mildly surprised when I met her at the door. I always managed to find some way to surprise her on her birthday, but this was a first. She smelled the heavenly aroma coming from the kitchen and smiled broadly.

"You cooked?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Of course. I have many talents of which you've only scratched the surface," I smiled suggestively. "I'm sure you'll experience them all. But first things first. Follow me."

I took her hand and led her up the stairs to the bedroom. Carrie noticed the black outfit lying on the bed and giggled, knowing that it was my most favorite. She knew she looked incredibly sexy in that dress. She knew she could tease me unmercifully when wearing it.

"Looks like you have something planned for me," she said moving to the bed to inspect the clothing.

"A little pampering for my favorite girl. Now, get undressed and I'll get her bath ready."

I moved to the bathroom and started running her bath, pouring in a little of the bath oils. Carrie came in after a few minutes and I helped her remove her robe and step into the tub. Her body was beautiful... soft, supple, shapely. She had put her hair up and I noticed the choker she put on, my gift on our wedding night. It was a simple leather-braided piece with an engraved plate that in simple, beautiful script said, 'slave.' It always excited her to wear it, knowing it was the start of our games.

I smiled at her choice. She knew exactly what I wanted for tonight. Her pampering would be submission to my will. My desires and direction would fulfill her fantasy and her needs. I had her sit, while I knelt beside the tub. I grabbed the soft sponge and lathered it up before starting to wash her. Carrie's eyes were bright and excited as I slowly stroked her with the sponge, taking care to wash every part of her body. I had her kneel in the tub so I could get her back and wash her backside. I left nothing untouched. My soapy fingers caressed her sex and ass, teasingly. I could tell that she was getting aroused, even now... and the night was still very young.

This wasn't the first time I'd washed her like this, but every time was special. I enjoyed doing things for Carrie, things no one else could do for her, making her feel so very special and sexy. I knew just what she liked, just what excited her, just how hard to push her to give her pleasure. No other lover had ever treated her so well.

When I was done washing her, I prepared her razor, shaving cream and oils. I lifted one leg and slowly, sensuously lathered it with a little of the cream and gently swiped it with the razor. I made sure her legs were very smooth and soft. Then I had her sit on the edge of the tub and pushed her knees wider. This was the first time I'd shaved her pussy. We'd talked about it before, Carrie had even shaved with me watching several times, often with me holding her leg and stroking it longingly. I was absolutely drooling watching her open herself for me and then watching the white shaving cream slowly disappear, leaving her beautifully smooth skin beneath it. Carrie groaned suddenly and actually came the last time, when she saw me watching her so lasciviously. Her pussy looked so pink and lush when she was done. Carrie told me that my unbridled longing for her was a huge turn-on and she knew that I'd always ravage her afterwards making it an even more exciting act for her to perform for me.

That was such a huge turn on for both of us, so it would not surprise me that *me* doing the shaving might be an even bigger turn on for her. Carrie could sit back, relax, enjoy the sensations fully, feeling the warm tingling of the lather and the cool air replacing it as it was removed. *And* enjoy watching me so lovingly and lustfully tend to her.

I spread the shaving cream around her mound and very slowly and carefully shaved her. Carrie had learned to be shaved bare when we first started dating, a detail that excited me immensely, and she had kept it that way, so shaving her was easy. My right hand gently moved her labia and clit to the side as I shaved close. She moaned a little, the pressure giving her shivers. I think my pure attention on her pussy is what helped excite her, too. Carrie watched me intently as I was focused on my task, letting no little distraction steal me away... not even her excited gasps and hands clawing at the tub in pleasure... not even her pleas to let her cum would steal my attention.

When I finished I leaned down and gave her clit a little kiss. I could barely constrain myself to that, wanting to ravage her completely. But I kept my patience, knowing it would be time soon enough. Her pussy was already so wet and sensitive from my ministrations.

I helped her stand and lightly spread oils around her legs and mound, making sure she didn't get any irritation, then stood and led her back to the bedroom. We stood by the bed as I picked up her bustier and coiled it around her body. It barely covered her breasts, leaving a lot of cleavage and just barely showing her nipples. I zipped it up the side as her arms were lifted up and away.

I grabbed the package of hose next, tearing it open quickly so I could feel the soft texture in my hands. Carrie sat on the bed as I knelt before her. Lifting her leg I slipped the lovely, black thigh-high onto it. I moved it up her leg to the thigh and then smoothed it down, loving the feeling. I would've stopped there and would have been happy, but I continued with her other leg. Once in place, my hands stroked her legs through the lovely material. Carrie couldn't imagine what that did to me. She watched me as I closed my eyes in bliss at the sensation. I could feel her squirm, so happy she was providing me with so much pleasure, herself getting excited by my stroking.

I felt her foot move down and caress my cock, sliding along it, teasing it. I thought about letting her make me cum that way... perhaps some day soon.

She was like a precious doll, being dressed with such care and patience by an innocent schoolgirl. I licked my lips in pure defiance of what I really wanted to do and sat back. I stood her up and had her step into the knee-length leather skirt and fastened it up. I took a moment to palm her ass, stroking it through the leather. Carrie's ass was certainly magnificent -- one of the things I loved so much about her body. I then placed the high-heeled shoes at her feet to step into and fastened them around her ankles.

"You look ravishing," I said softly, enjoying my choices. I left her to finish her makeup and perfume as I changed into a suit and tie and finished up dinner.

I met Carrie at the bottom of the stairs, admiring her. Her makeup looked absolutely lovely. I could see she put some additional rouge on her nipples, too, making them even far more noticeable. I led her to the dining room, and pulled the chair away from the table for her. She sat and I placed a napkin in her lap. I poured her a glass of wine to sip and placed some pasta on her plate, then moved and served myself. We talked quietly through most of the dinner, talking about how she felt about her birthday so far and about what she hoped for. There was no discussion of her day, politics, or the weather. This was all about her. And she was very demure and shy, but answered directly when I asked a pointed question. Carrie didn't want to offer an opinion as much as express her desires for mine. She really was the perfect slave.

We finished eating and I took her hand and led her to the living room where I pulled her into my arms. We started swaying to the music, dancing slowly, moving about the open space. I held her tightly to me, my arms wrapped around her waist, hers around my neck. Carrie put her head against my chest and listened to my heart beating. She loved to feel my body against her, holding her, protecting her. She closed her eyes and smiled.

I was humming above her, enjoying the music, Carrie, and our dancing. As much as this was all for her, I was enjoying the gift of giving. We slow danced like that for half an hour before it was time to continue with the evening's events.

"As incredible as you look, there's still something missing. Now for the final pieces of clothing," I said, moving to the kitchen. I pulled out a bag and removed five leather straps with buckles, ones that she'd worn for me before. Carrie was instantly excited with lust. She knew how incredible this night was going to end up. Fastening the straps around her ankles, wrists, and neck, I stood back to admire her. Carrie looked incredible... so sexy and seductive... and submissive... a wet dream.

"You know what this means, don't you?" I ask softly.

Carrie nodded her head slowly, too excited to think straight.

I sat on the couch and asked her to stand by me. My hands grabbed her hips and turned her, so that she was facing away from me. I slipped a hand up under her skirt and gently stroked her thighs, moving up and down. She was looking down at me over her shoulder, licking her lips excitedly.

"Spread your legs," I ordered and she quickly complied.

My fingers slipped higher, moving in her sex, feeling her wetness. She was drenched. My fingers caressed her, teased her, excited her until her legs were threatening to buckle. All the time she was forced to just stand there and accept it. I pushed a finger into her, fucking her slowly while a second teased at her ass. Carrie moaned appreciatively, closing her eyes. I smiled and inserted the second finger into her ass, slowly fingering both orifices. Her legs were shaking, her knees bending and flexing. I knew she wanted to cum, but it wasn't time quite yet. I removed my fingers and unfastened her skirt, pulling it down her legs slowly. As each inch of skin was revealed, I leaned in and kissed her leg, following the departing clothing until it was too low.

Both hands then framed her ass, squeezing it, as I marveled at it.

"God your ass is so nice," I whispered approvingly.

I moved to the edge of the cushions and leaned in, licking her rump. I continued to softly kiss her, covering her ass with tender flicks of my tongue and lips. My hands held her still and I could feel her shiver. I smiled and pulled back, pulling her onto my lap and laying her across it. Carrie settled in with her ass right over my legs, her head on a nearby pillow.

"You've been a very good girl," I said softly, stroking her ass. "This is not for punishment. This is for pleasure." Then I started swatting her, counting off each stroke. I heard her moan into the pillow and grabbed her hair with my free hand, pulling her head back so I could hear her more clearly. "I love to hear you, my love. Don't hide it from me. Tell me what you're feeling." I continued spanking her, one for each lovely year since her birth. I knew she longed to grow even older then. Carrie's grunts, moans, and cries were music to my ears, urging me to continue.

When I finally finished she was moaning softly and her ass was a lovely rose color. I stroked it tenderly, loving the warmth and softness. My fingers moved to her crack, slowly sliding down it as I watched for her reaction. I felt her shudder when a fingertip crossed her anus. It was certainly a sensitive spot for her. I continued lower, feeling her wetness, knowing that the spanking had truly turned her on. I leaned over and pulled several short lengths of chain from the bag, and, pulling each arm back in turn, fastened one end to her wrists. She was breathing heavy, knowing this was what turned her on the most. Carrie so enjoyed being bound tightly so she couldn't control anything... she'd be fully at my mercy.

I sat her up, so she was kneeling on the couch, facing the wall. Then I attached the other ends of the chains to her ankles, so her arms were bound behind her. She shivered visibly, her breathing was rapid, unsteady. Finally, I attached chains from the back of her collar to her ankles, keeping her back arched slightly and locking her into position. She looked so lovely seated like that. I wanted her so badly I could barely contain myself.

I sat forward, putting my mouth by her ear. My hand moved down her back, sliding beneath her, feeling her moist pussy, sliding two fingers in deep. She was so wet!

"Happy birthday, my love," I whispered, and kissed her ear.

I moved beneath her, laying back against the seat of the couch and wormed between her thighs. Her pussy was so close, so beautifully wet and open to me. My hands reached up and cupped her ass, pulling her onto my mouth, holding her tightly. Carrie groaned loudly, her body reacting so excitedly to my expert ministrations. I knew exactly how to make her cum and was going to do it often tonight. My tongue swiped in deep, tasting her, slashing against her sensitive, pink, inner flesh.

"Oh, god," Carrie moaned loudly.

I knew she longed to watch me pleasure her, but was unable to with the bindings. I could feel her body shudder and pull against the chains every time a pleasurable bolt swept through her. I gripped her ass tightly, pushing my mouth into her hard, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper. She moaned loudly as my tongue rapidly swiped over the slit, side to side, driving her to maddening heights of pleasure.

Carrie came on my face as never before, her body quivering with delight, her cum flowing from her pussy. I licked, slowly cleaning her. I loved feeling her body tremble, even with the very lightest of touches.

I pulled away from her and moved so that she was sitting on my lap. I needed her so badly. Carrie's excitement made me lust for her like no other. I was impatient, almost making her fall to the floor in my haste. I held her hips tightly, while I positioned myself. Carrie's breasts looked so delectable that I unzipped the bustier and threw it aside before latching my lips on one and sucking and licking it. She grunted at my ferocity but were unable to move to either encourage or discourage it. Her body was so open to my advances and I was going to take advantage of it. The pain from my biting was temporary compared the the pleasure that appeared to last when I suckled.

After I finished tormenting the other breast I sat back on the couch, listening to Carrie whimper with need. She could feel the head of my cock just barely touching her. She wanted to just fall on it, make it pierce her to the core but I teasingly held her from it. This was going to be on my terms. I was panting heavily now, her taste was in my mouth, her body dominating my sight, her panting the only sound I heard. She was all I was thinking about. My erection was raging for her, almost to the point of hurting.

I slowly released her body, letting her sit on my waiting member. I watched it pierce her and then slowly disappear deep into her depths. Oh God it felt so good! She was so warm and wet. It only got an inch or so inside before I completely lost control.

"Fuck!" I yelled, throwing her off my cock to the couch beside me, forcing her to her stomach. I quickly moved between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance. I was surprised by my own ferocity as I both slammed my hips into her while simultaneously pulling her hips towards me. I was buried to the hilt in one powerful thrust making her breath catch in her throat. Carrie seemed to be almost unable to breath as I wasted no time in fucking her. I thrust hard and fast with no intention of letting up until I came. I was on autopilot with thousands of years of sexual evolution driving me.

I thrust again and again, harder and faster each time, pushing her hard into the couch with each one. All I could think about was cumming in her. My hands held her hips tightly, locking her in place. I heard loud moaning and couldn't tell if it was hers or mine. This was the most out of control fuck of my entire life and it ended as quickly as it started. I felt my body tense, thrusting deeply, feeling her pussy tremble on me, as I exploded inside her. I fell down onto her back afterwards both of us panting hard, our energy spent.

For the moment, at least. There was still so much to do...

*****

The doorbell rang at 8:00pm and I moved to answer it. Carrie was just coming down the stairs, dressed in her robe, freshly showered.

"Grandpa! Grandma!," our little six-year-old granddaughter yelled, running up the stairs to what we had now decided was *her* room. It was her dad's old room that we now decorated for a little girl.

"Hi kiddo," I replied. Our daughter-in-law, Cindy, was left standing in the doorway. "Thanks Cindy, I appreciate you letting us have her for a day."

"No problem at all," Cindy smiled. "I really like that you enjoy being with her so much. And it'll give Ron and I some time to go out. Did you have a good birthday?"

"I did," Carrie said and we exchanged knowing looks and smiles.

"We're still on for the restaurant tomorrow, right?"

"Yes... six o'clock," I said.

Carrie finished the last few steps and came over, giving Cindy a hug. "Thanks again."

"Happy birthday, Mom," Cindy said, hugging her back. When Cindy stepped back from the hug, she looked at Carrie for a moment, her eyes focusing on her neck. Then she giggled and reached out her hand towards Carrie's neck. "Mom, is that a... is that a collar?"