Birthday Girl by Fewella
Ella was buzzing with excitement, literally. She could feel her skin tingling and it felt so sensitive to the water cascading over her body from the shower. It was a very special night tonight and Ella was taking extra care in the shower.
She normally used a ladies' electric shaver to remove unwanted body hair from under her arms, her legs and pussy. It wasn't 100 percent effective but it was quick and easy, and no little nicks. But tonight she was wet shaving. She had started with her pussy. She wanted to use the fresh blade to ensure a close finish. She took her time, being careful with the crease where legs joined her body, squatting so that she could get rid of any little hairs on her pussy lips, she even made sure to go up the crack of her arse. She didn't want any hair or stubble anywhere.
Next were her legs, full leg, she didn't stop just above the knee like she normally would. And then finally under her arms. She then exfoliated everywhere, to make her skin smooth. When she stepped out of the shower she rubbed baby oil all over her still wet skin before drying with the big, warm, fluffy towel waiting for her on the rail.
Ella stood naked in front of the mirror on her wardrobe door. She was of average height, long blonde hair and blue eyes. She could easily be described as plump. She liked to think of herself as curvy. And after years of comparing herself to the supermodels in magazines and online, she now appreciated her curves.
She had also noticed the appreciative looks she got from men and some women too. She had shapely legs that touched at the top, no thigh gap here. Anyway, she had seen something online about that being falsified with two hotdog sausages. Her hips were full, like her arse, her stomach was slightly rounded and soft, and her tits were on the larger side. All in all she was happy.
But what should she wear? She didn't want to seem too obvious, even though everyone attending tonight knew exactly what was going to happen. She decided on a sexy little black dress. It was fitted with long sleeves and stopped just a couple of inches above her knee. But underneath the dress, she was going with slutty.
She had on a black lace teddy or bodysuit, in case you weren't sure what a teddy was. But what made the teddy slutty was the cut outs. The crotch area was completely missing, giving access to both of her holes and there were no cups in the chest area, meaning her tits were exposed. She finished the look off with a pair of fishnet stockings with a garter and suspenders.
With her dress on no one would have any idea what she was wearing underneath. She wore minimum make-up, it would only get ruined anyway, and her hair in a high ponytail. Happy with the overall result, she put on her heels and went downstairs.
As she entered the sitting room there was a long, loud wolf whistle. Ella giggled and slowly turned around.
"Do you like?" she asked, doing a little shimmy.
Because there were no cups in her bodysuit her tits jiggled around as she shimmed. Which if she were being honest, was exactly what she was hoping they would do.
"Oh, yes baby. I like. I like it a lot."
Ella grinned and put some extra sway in her hips as she walked towards her husband. She could tell, not only by the feeling, but by the way his eyes never left her tits, that they were bouncing. Everyone would assume she wasn't wearing a bra. And that suited Ella just fine, She wanted all eyes on her.
Chris groaned as his wife strutted towards him. Her dress hugged every curve and those tits?! Oh my god! He just wanted to bury his face in them.
"Why won't you let me fuck you now, before we go out?"
"You know why, Chris. I'm hoping to get my pussy eaten at least once tonight and it's not fair on the other fellas if I'm full of your cum."
Chris pouted, "Well, you could at least give me a blow job. You know, just to take the edge off."
Ella licked her lips, she didn't think this would take long, not judging by the huge bulge in Chris's trousers.
"Ok, but no touching," she said, "If you start touching we'll never leave the house and you promised me. It's MY birthday after all, not yours."
Ella knelt between Chris's legs, ran her hands up his thighs and cupped his cock through his trousers. Chris gave a moan and thrust his cock into her hand.
"Hurry, Ella, You have no idea how turned on I am at the moment."
Ella wasted no time in undoing Chris's black trousers and pulling them down. He was going commando beneath his trousers, so his cock sprung out making her giggle.
Mindful of the time, Ella gripped his hard cock in her hand, before lowering her head and sucking him deep into her mouth.
"Oh god, yes, baby. Just like that."
Chris grinned as he caught Ella's reflection in the TV in front of him. He couldn't see everything but he could see enough to know that she was wearing stockings. This wasn't going to take long at all, he already felt like he was going to explode. Chris didn't need to be teased, he just needed to cum.
"Get ready, baby. I'm going to fuck your mouth."
He felt a vibration down his cock as Ella acknowledged his words. He slipped a little further down on the settee, threaded his fingers through Ella's hair and pushed her head down.
Hi cock slid into Ella's throat and he felt the muscles squeeze him as she swallowed. He slowly guided her head up as she sucked on him. She was like a goddamn vacuum cleaner. He pushed her head down again and held her head there. He waited for the squeeze of her hands on his thighs to signal when it was time to let her up.
Ella fought the gag reflex as long as possible before letting Chris know to stop holding her head down. She sucked him all the way back up to the crown of his cock, swirled her tongue around that sensitive little ridge before giving it quick, hard little sucks.
She loved giving head. Loved the power she felt as Chris lost control at her hands. Or mouth, to be more accurate. Chris's grip tightened in her hair as he pushed her further down on his cock. But this time he didn't enter her throat. He started pumping his hips, lifting himself up and down on the settee. Fucking her mouth.
Ella felt tingling in her clit, her back was arching and she squeezed her thighs together. Having her mouth fucked drove her crazy. Chris was almost holding her head in place as he pistoned in and out. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue. He was almost there.
Chris's hands clenched pulling on Ella's hair, it was almost painful, but in reality it just added to the sensations. With a roar, Chris bucked deep into Ella's mouth. He held her head in place whilst he made quick jerking motions as he rode out his orgasm.
Chris's cock pushed almost violently into Ella's throat, she heard him shout and felt his balls tighten up under her chin. She swallowed and moaned around his cock. As she milked his cock with her throat muscles and swallowed his cum, she thrust one of her hands between her legs. Thanks to the crotchless bodysuit she was able to start rubbing her clit immediately.
A couple of rubs was all it took. It was all so quick that Chris's cock was still in her mouth. Her own orgasm caused her to clamp down on his retreating cock, sucking and groaning around it. She felt another little spurt of cum hit her tongue. Hmm, she couldn't get enough of him.
Ella slowly sat up and looked at Chris and licked her lips. "Thank you, baby. I enjoyed that."
Chris laughed, "No need to thank me, hun. And don't think I didn't notice that you had an orgasm too. You are such a slut sometimes," Chris teased her.
"I know. But you love me even more because of it."
Ella ran into the bathroom to dry in between her legs and reapply her lip gloss. She grabbed her coat and handbag before returning to the sitting room.
"Come on, let's go. I can't wait to get my birthday present."
Ella and Chris had been together since they were fifteen years old, childhood sweethearts. They were both in the same class at school and had hung out in the same group. They were each other's firsts for everything. First boyfriend/girlfriend, first kiss, first sexual partners. Everything!
Now over the years they had had many ups and downs, like any other couple, and after a very difficult couple of years in their marriage they had come to an agreement. Neither of them was what you would call a jealous person and they both loved sex. But sometimes they needed to spice things up a bit. So, they decided that once a year, on their birthdays (and any other time they deemed it a special occasion), they would go a bit wild and have some fun. It was all discussed beforehand and agreed on what could and could not happen.
Chris for example had been to Vegas with his mates for his 30th and had had various long weekends away over the years, where he was able to do what or who he wanted. Ella wanted to go to a swingers club for her 30th, so they both went. Various birthday threesomes too. And for Chris's birthday two months ago they went to a strip club. They had both had lap dances, in fact Chris had a few lap dances, and then Ella paid for him to have a private dance in the back with two dancers. He told Ella that he had fucked one of them and had a blow job from the other.
But tonight was going to be the ultimate fantasy for Ella. It was her 40th after all.
Chris pushed open the door to the bar and with one hand on Ella's arse, he ushered her in. As soon as they entered a chorus of 'Happy Birthday To You' was sung by the group of men sitting at a table inside the busy bar.
