I could not have done this without help from my editor Cheer_Smartie526. While I strive to make each story enjoyable on its own, this is the first of four that cover a single day, so it is best to read them in order. It also helps if you believe in miracles.
Brad lowered his feet to the floor and climbed out of bed. The morning light filtering through the window provided just enough light to navigate his way across the room. He half stumbled into the bathroom and began his morning routine.
From the bedroom Brad heard his wife's voice, "It's your birthday. Why don't you sleep in?"
"I felt like getting up," Brad replied, looking at his reflection. He could see Charlotte in the mirror, walking towards him, peeling her clothes off and dropping them on the floor.
"I have something for you, but I'm not sure if you will like it," she purred.
"I like what I see now," Brad quickly replied.
"Really, how much?"
"Enough to want you naked all day." Brad answered.
Charlotte surprised herself by seriously considering his request. Their children were both away on overnight excursions and would not return until the following morning. She was not really expecting any visitors and had no reason to leave the house. And it was his birthday.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"Absolutely," Brad answered. His cock was fully erect and ached at the thought of Charlotte being naked for the entire day, even thought he would not be there for every minute of it.
"I suppose I could add that to your birthday list," Charlotte said thoughtfully.
"What else is on the list?" Brad inquired.
Charlotte bent over and turned on the water for the shower. She planted her feet a bit further apart than she needed to and tilted her hips up enough to give Brad a view of her pussy. She took much longer than necessary to adjust the water. By the time she was done Brad was naked and standing right behind her. Charlotte turned the lever that redirected the water to the shower and stepped in. Brad followed her.
The warm water on his skin assured Brad that what was occurring was not a dream. He stepped to the back part of the shower and watched his wife slowly spin around. Her body was surrounded by a fine mist of water as the shower spray bounced off her skin. He could see that her nipples were swollen and that was usually a very good sign. Brad moaned as Charlotte spread body wash over her breasts. Seeing Charlotte touch herself was a big turn on. He frequently imagined that the hands on her breasts were not her own, but those of another woman.
Once Charlotte had worked the body wash on her tits into a rich slippery lather she knelt in front of her husband and wrapped her breasts around his throbbing erection. His cock felt warm and hard. She cupped the outside curve of her breasts in her palms and pressed inward. Charlotte locked her fingers together, pushing Brad's erection into her cleavage.
"I want you to fuck my tits, but don't cum. I have a lot planned for you, so pace yourself," she shouted over the sound of the shower.
Hearing his wife talk dirty never failed to excite Brad. Slowly he thrust his hips back and forth. His penis slid easily between Charlotte's slippery breasts. He could see that she was toying with her nipples. Complying with her directive not to coat her tits with cum was going to be a challenge. Even moving at a glacial speed the sensation of her soft tits against his erection was pushing him towards a climax. Finally he stopped.
"That's it," Brad groaned apologetically, "anymore and I will be done."
"That is exactly how I want you," Charlotte replied as she stood up.
She reached up and pulled two ribbons off the shower rod. One at a time she tied Brad's wrists to the towel rod on the wall. As she applied his restraints Charlotte pressed her body against his. Her breasts flattened against his chest and his erection pressed into her belly. She could see by the expression on his face that Brad was struggling to keep his orgasm at bay.
Brad watched as Charlotte stepped back. She removed the shower wand from its mount and began to rinse the soap off her body. The thick lather flowed down her body to reveal her breasts. Contrasting against her pale skin Charlotte's areola were dark amber and about twice the size of a quarter. Her nipples had swollen noticeably beyond the curve of her breast. Brad felt his pulse quick as his wife continued to rinse off her body. When the water was spraying between her legs she paused.
Brad's eyes darted between Charlotte's' eyes, her breasts and her pussy. Usually it took a great deal of persuasion to convince Charlotte to masturbate in front of him. Seeing her do it of her own accord caused a groan to escape Brad's lips. He could see by the expression on her face that she was enjoying the hot water flowing over her labia.
It was not difficult to gauge Brad's reaction to this part of her birthday gift to him. Charlotte did not understand why Brad would rather watch her masturbate than touch her himself, but she decided to indulge his fetish today. She watched as his eyes skipped up and down her body. She was flattered that he always paused to look at her breasts. One of Charlotte's concerns about allowing Brad's fling with Sherry was that Brad would develop a preference for Sherry's much larger tits. The result was quite the opposite; Brad had developed even more of an appreciation for her B cups, although he did not ever complain about having to deal with Sherry's D cup tits.
