At our annual office party Saturday night two months ago, Rebecca and I were left at the table alone. The other three couples were up dancing but that was a no-no for me, as I was recovering from knee surgery, remedial work to old football injury. Beck as I called her was almost popping out of her dress which happens when my conservative darling gets a few drinks under her garter belt, er into her.
After a few drinks Beck is a wonderful fuck: extra pliant, willing to grunt and do almost disgusting things and that makes a change from the usual routine of missionary followed by doggie if we both have enough gas in the tank. In our early forties, we have allowed our fitness to slide.
I felt my growing bulge and patted it affectionately. "Doc Johns said a sixty-nine would be okay and you should ride me cowgirl."
Beck stopped humming and turned her growing pink face toward me, brushing pack her long dark hair. "You'd said all Doc Johns advised was to take it easy."
"Yeah, and the bit I just told you. I figured if I told you when you looked so worried when you fetched me from the day hospital you would have died in shame knowing I'd had that conversation with another guy, even if he is our surgeon."
"Damn right," Beck giggled. "Let's clear the table and have the sixty-nine now."
Now, let me say this: For Beck that was on hell of a humorous suggestion. Beck is not into making smutty jokes or referring to public sex even as a joke. I settled her down with another drink and she stopped her compulsive giggles. I then asked what would she like for her birthing, coming up in a couple of weeks.
"Change of car?"
"You are due for it anyway. Jerry called a couple of days ago and said the new model was due any day and we usually turned your vehicle over every three years."
"Darling, I'm pleased you haven't turned me over every three years."
"Well I'm very aware you don't like your butt touched in that manner."
"Claude," she hissed. "For God's sake." She swung her head around wildly and then returned to me grinning. "No one heard you. I meant I'm glad you hadn't sought a new wife every three years."
"What, do that to you? Baby, you are just the best, so loving to me."
"Ooooh. Am I going to be lovely to you tonight."
"The butt? We haven't done it again since our honeymoon?"
"Let's just think about it. It's something a lady should think about when her man is being extra nice to her. But let's go back to your original question: would you allow me to have another man on the night of my birthday? You could have me after he goes?"
My dick collapsed. I felt gob smacked. Beck never thought like this, at least not that I was aware.
"I haven't mentioned it but have thought about this as a birthday treat for some years. With those drinks I feel a little more empowered this evening."
