As we wished him and sang for him on his birthday, the only thing I could think of was what would follow that night. Clutching my drink tight, I bit my lip thinking of clutching other things later on. As the night quietly came to an end, with people leaving and dish washing, we retired to the bedroom. The party was a surprise! The man wasn't even allowed to get freshened. He walked in and was dragged into hugs and wishes and alcohol. As he approached the bedroom, I held him back. Taking out a blindfold from my pocket, I tied it around his eyes and guided him to the bedroom.
He questioned over and over again with a big grin on his face, following my footsteps with his blindfolded eyes, absolutely confused. I lit the candles I had arranged around the room. I took off my clothes one by one. When there was nothing left to take off, I glanced into the mirror, checking myself out in the candlelight. Running my hands up and down my body, lightly touching myself to get in the mood. Realizing my husband was getting rather impatient, sitting there blind, I opened the cupboard and took out my white mini skirt, strapless top and silver belt, putting it on in a hurry. I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time and walked up to him. His hands held my butt.
I switched the player on. As the seductive beats of Black Velvet began, I unfolded his eyes and began to move slowly leaning into him. He looked up dumbstruck with his mouth open, only to shut seconds later with a kiss. As I danced around him, like he was my pole, he tried to grab me. I lay down on his lap several times tilting my head back. He leaned in, kissing my neck and rubbing his hands on my breasts. When I'd lift my leg, he'd reach out for my pussy. But I wanted to tease him, so I got up and continued dancing. He got impatient now and then, always wanting more and tried to grab me. But I was quick with the step. When I ran out of moves, I threw in the last best one, I rubbed by butt against his body and descended lower grinding against him. And that's when he got me. He slid his hand up my skirt and started to touch me.
I stopped grinding and sat on one of his knees leaning back on him. As he kissed my neck, he fondled my breasts with one hand and stroked my pussy with the other. I was wet, like I was the first time we made out in a bathroom. As the juices flowed out of me, he began to rub my pussy slowly from top to bottom, now and then inserting his finger in. He loved to lick me, he said he'd crave to taste my pussy when he took long tours away from me on business. Tonight, his cocktail was strong and ready to be tasted.
He stopped and whispered softly in my ears, "I need to taste you..."
We stood up. Passionately kissing we walked towards the bed. I stopped him as he hurried to lie down. I took his shirt off and kissed his chest as he lied down. He played with my hair as my lips approached his belt. As I kissed him and ran my hands over his manly torso, he took his belt off. I reached for his button and he pulled me closer.
Slapping my ass he said "I want this here. Now!"
Sheepishly I moved my pussy close to his lips. Putting one leg around his neck, I made myself comfortable and continued unzipping his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. As I pulled his dick out, I felt a sudden cold lick on my pussy. He'd always start slow, softly licking and kissing my pussy. It made my legs shiver. I put his dick in my mouth, sucking it very slightly. He continued to lick my pussy, spreading it with his fingers, stroking it now and then. I loved to spread my pussy for him. With his dick still in my mouth I spread my pussy for him with my fingers. He ran his entire tongue up and down my pussy. His cold wet tongue buttering my warm juicy pussy even more - more than half the reason I married him.
He started slowly like he always did and gradually speed-ed up. I was still spreading my pussy for him. He pierced his tongue into me several times reaching out for my juices even more, he always told me that was where i tasted best. As his tongue had reached my pleasure spot, I let go off my pussy lips and went back to stroking his cock. Rubbing it's base and stroking the tip with my tongue. Sometimes, sucking his cock while doing so. Little spurts of pre-cum shoot into my mouth, salty, making more saliva to wet things up.
He pulled me on top of him. I loved this position. I could suck his cock and watch him lick my pussy at the same time. Watch his tongue reach out for my wet pussy. Pink meets pink. I move to his balls and start to suck them. I sometimes tug at them a little hard by mistake hear a little 'aah' from him. His balls feel so good in my mouth, like marbles to play with, that sometimes I get carried away. I liked sucking on his balls, so they would hang loose later and bang against my pussy when he fucks me from behind.
I continued sucking his cock, playing with his balls on the side. Rubbing the base of his cock, I felt it harden in my mouth, so hard I could feel the veins. I slid my tongue on his veins as i played with the tip of his cock with my finger. With every move of my finger, little drops of pre-cum flowed out. I licked them before they got any lower. I used my saliva to dampen things even more. Soon his cock was as wet as sponge. I continued sucking his cock harder, from top to bottom, swallowing the pre-cum. I slowed down a bit in the middle and started to kiss his now hard as steel cock. After the mellow break, I gave it one hard suck only to have his legs shiver in thrill.
