Some people think that being bisexual is āhaving your cake and eating it tooā. I donāt think thatās true at all. Sometimes itās more painful than itās worth, and other times it can be the best thing in the world. This was one of those times, it was my birthday, and it was going to be one helluva birthday. I came home early from work, a long day investigating a homicide case, I was ready for a shower. I saw a post-it note on the bathroom door, I read it as I peeled it off the door. āHappy Birthday honey tonight is all about you. I love you, Jackson.ā I opened the bathroom door, the tub was filled with steaming bubbly water, rose petals laid delicately on the floor, the counters, even the tub and the water inside. Yellow, red, blue, pale purple, all the colors I loved roses to be. I silently undressed smiling to myself. āMmmhh, Jack, I love you so much.ā as I slid into the water. I soaked for God knows how long before I pulled myself out of the water.
I brush my reddish brown hair straight, falling over natural dark skin, tight, but voluptuous hips, breasts just right, 38D, bright green eyes, I stand something around five and a half feet tall, I weigh in at around 150. Iām half Native American, and I surely have the personality to prove it. My husband, Jackson, is also half Native, a good six foot four, dark skinned, muscular, black hair, hazel eyes, stands a solid 220. Heās a hardcore farmboy, and I love that about him. He was shocked when he found out I was bisexual, I didnāt tell him until after we were very serious into our relationship. He never asked me to bring another girl into our bed. My ex husband couldnāt stand the fact I was bisexual, he was always wanting a girl in our bed, with us, but if I did a girl on the side, he went apeshit, but Jackson never did. He just took it in stride and went on with our life.
When I finished up in the bathroom, I walked over to the bed, the cool air of the house making my nipples hard, the smell of the rose petals made my pussy moist. I saw his favorite maroon dress of mine laying on the bed, I knew inside this was what he wanted me to wear, just for my birthday, I grinned evilly. The long dress slid smoothly over my naked body, the near silk material caressing my nipples, I gasped. Between my legs began to smolder, throb and get very wet. I loved wearing this dress for him, it was guaranteed I would get fucked whenever I wore it. I didnāt wear underwear on purpose, but I did put on a black garter belt and nude hose with my heels. I fixed my hair in loose curls, put on the matching necklace, bracelet and earrings he bought me in Dubai for my birthday last year. Just a hint of perfume and a little makeup. I went downstairs, grabbing a clutch purse to put my personal items in. Luckily, my cell phone fits in my clutch, I stuff it in there and as I put on my shoes, a knock comes at the door. āJust a minute!ā I yell at whomever is at my door.
I quickly finish putting on my heels and answer the door. There is a limo waiting in the driveway, and a driver at the door with a dozen roses in his hand. āAre you ready to go Sara?ā I smile, nodding just a bit. I take the roses from him, inhaling deep of their scent as I walk out to the limo and get in. There is a bottle of Jack Daniels in the back with a glass of Coke on the rocks, I thought to myself. ā Oh Jackson, you know me too well.ā Creed played softly as the limo slipped through Charleston, taking me to the restaurant. I walked in the door as the limo left, the hostess led me back to a candlelit table away from the rest of the patrons.
Jackson was sitting there in his dress whites, he stood to hug me tightly, gently nipping my ear before kissing me full and deep on the mouth. My knees go weak and my pussy is now sopping wet as I smell him against me. He lets go of me, pulling out my chair and I sit down. He looks very fuck-able in his dress whites and I know he knows it. That alone makes me shiver, he knows how sexy he is, but he doesnāt make a big deal about it. Heās in the Navy, with the way he looks in his uniform, he could have any girl he wanted, and more, but heās mine and mine alone. His fingers rub mine from across the table, every touch sends sparks through my body that end up in my clit. Oh my God, I think I am never going to make it through this meal without having an orgasm or fucking him right there in the chair. I see the passion smoldering in his dark eyes in the candlelight, I can tell he wants his cock in my mouth or deep within my pussy. At this point, I could damn near come on command, and I donāt mind when he orders me around like one of the Petty Officers underneath him.
The server takes our orders, and leaves with a smile on her face, I think she knows whatās going on. We make small talk over the table until our meals come. Jackson must have skipped eating today, or he wants fucked that bad, he wolfs his food down. I pick at mine and ask for a to-go box. Jackson grins evilly, taking my hand and leading me out the door, into the waiting limo. I slide into the seat, Jackson sits next to me, his hand snaking up my thigh, taking the dress with it. I shiver and moan as he nibbles on my ears, my neck and kisses me hard on the mouth. My hands automatically fall into his lap, feeling his hard-on through his pants. He shivers as I run my nails over it, at that moment his fingers delve inside my sopping wet pussy and I groan. āA bit wet there huh baby? All the better for me to eat you.ā I nod and gasp as his fingers work me over, he knows damn good and well he can easily make me come this way. But instead he gets on his knees in front of me in that uniform, (which the sight of him looking up at me with my knees over his shoulders makes me ever so much wetter.), fingers slide into me as his tongue flicks over my clit, then gently making circles. I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming, I didnāt want to make the driver have an accident.
Suddenly, as I am about to come, Jackson stops and the limo comes to a slow stop. My pussy begs for mercy as he slowly pulls out his weathered fingers. I have no clue where we are, my eyes are closed and my legs feel like rubber. āHoney, just wait, the best surprise is waiting for you.ā My nipples tingle with anticipation, I love surprises, but itās when he blindfolds me and leads me out of the limo that my body betrays me and my breathing becomes ragged and heavy. I hear a key in a lock, and a door closes behind us. Familiar scents reach my nose, I now know we are home. Jackson takes my shoes off me, carelessly dropping them on the floor by the door and takes off his own. He leads me up the stairs, stopping every few steps to nibble at me, rub my tits through my dress or rub up against me. I feel like I am in heaven.
I hear a door open and he tells me to stand still. Hands behind me unzip my dress, it glides down my body, teasing my nipples, pooling around my ankles. Itās at that moment Jackson switches into his work voice, āStep out of the dress and turn around.ā I like being ordered around a bit, so I do as I am told. Still blindfolded, I can feel my nipples tingling, my pussy wet and throbbing, as I smell a very familiar smell, but one that I havenāt encountered in quite awhile. I feel his hands on me, slowly untying the blindfold and my eyes are still closed. āTake a few steps back before you open your eyes.ā His voice is deep and tight with passion. I open my eyes after a few good steps back and see her. She was unbuttoning Jacksonās uniform pants, stroking him like a lover. She looks over at me and smiles, āHi Honey, Happy Birthday!ā It was my ex girlfriend from my days in the Navy. I knew he knew about her, he knew we were still friends sort of, she had married a guy from his ship last I had known, but now she was here in the flesh, naked, and looking as gorgeous as ever.