Turning thirty was something I had dreaded for years. The closer I got, the more it bothered me. When you’re in your twenties, you can still act like a kid to some extent, and sometimes get away with it. But I viewed thirty as the ‘end of the world.’ Perhaps, somewhere in my mind, thirty represented the absolute end of childhood and, despite my successful lifestyle, my loving, passionate wife and nice home, I still feared aging.
A few nights before my birthday, my wife Allison asked what I wanted this year.
"You only turn thirty once," she had said.
"Thank God for that," I replied. "How about getting ten years back for me?"
"You’d prefer to be twenty again?"
"Of course," I answered smoothly. "I never wanted to grow up in the first place, much less get older."
Allie lay next to me in thoughtful silence, caressing my chest.
"So what were you doing when you were twenty?"
I thought back to my college years, remembering the keg parties, the women, the all night studying sessions, the women….
"Mostly I was studying and fucking anything that moved," I told her.
"Hmm," her hand slid lower beneath the sheets. "Good thing I didn’t know you back then or I might have been jealous."
This brought a smile to my face. Allison didn’t have a jealous bone in her sexy, slender body. Many times we had gotten adventurous with other couples, I had shared her with my best friend, and she had set me up with one of her friends and watched as I fucked the girl half to death.
To say we had a happy marriage would be a gross understatement. I let my thoughts return to the present as her hands and lips made her intentions apparent.
As she kissed her way down to my growing member, taking it lovingly into her soft, full lips, I reached over with both hands and lifted her onto me, lowering her moist folds gently onto my mouth. As I nuzzled her little blonde patch, she let out a little moan, which became a throaty sigh of desire as I began probing at her heat with my tongue.
Allie was flowing with wetness as my explorations located her clit, rubbing methodically with my tongue and lower lip. Her pleasure translated into a full body squirm as she moved her knees farther apart, pressing herself more insistently into my mouth. At the same time, she changed her behavior from playful licks, kisses and teasing slurps into a more concentrated effort, taking my manhood deeply into her mouth, caressing my balls as well.
My hands wandered her body as I let my tongue probe deeper into her and occasionally move across the tight dryness of her anus. Perhaps sensing my intentions, Allie whimpered with lust, raising her knees further. While I returned my attentions to her clit, I felt inside the headboard cabinet for what I knew would send her into a frenzy. Finding the vibrating silver bullet with little difficulty, I slipped it into her vagina first, then pushed the dripping toy firmly against her quivering sphincter. A little insistent pressure and I felt the bullet move slowly inward as Allie groaned her acceptance into my rock hard flesh.
I pushed the bullet in as deeply as I could, lodging it in right behind her cervix, then followed the cord down to the remote, giving it a test buzz. My wife’s beautiful body stiffened and shuddered as she came up for air, letting out a guttural moan of primal pleasure. Her hips were grinding rhythmically over my face as she slumped forward again, taking my cock deep into her throat and pulling firmly on my balls.
As my climax approached, I placed my hands on her breasts and lifted her off my cock into a sitting position on my face, knowing her first orgasm was imminent. At the last possible second, I triggered the bullet again and crammed my tongue as deep into her as I could, leaving her screaming in ecstasy.
As her moaning subsided, I turned off the little remote controlled vibe and helped her back down onto the bed, where she lay on her stomach panting and staring at me in animal lust.
When Allison had regained her composure, she reached out weakly for my throbbing meat. The look in her eye said ‘I need this inside me and I need it now.’
I raised myself onto one elbow, gazing down on my beautiful wife, then reached over and tugged the cord still trailing from her perfect ass. She gasped and stiffened again, clenching my meat with her tiny hand and fixing me with a withering look.
"You’re not playing fair." she sighed. I gave her my patented devilish grin and turned the vibe on again for a few seconds. She quivered for another moment, then managed to crawl up to the headboard and raise herself up to her knees.
"I need you now," she whispered hoarsely, grabbing my hand and thrusting it between her legs. I was amazed at her wetness. I had been considering the silver bullet trick for quite some time, wondering how well my strongly anti-anal wife would handle it. I was really enjoying the results.
I moved up behind her as she knelt, grasping the headboard, moving against her and waiting for her to guide me in. There was something very arousing about seeing that black cord coming from my bride’s creamy bottom. I draped the remote over her shoulder to hang perfectly between her breasts as she reached under and brought my manhood to her dripping love tunnel.
I pressed my erection a little way into her tight wetness then paused, teasing. Allie immediately arched her back and shoved back against me, taking my length in one long thrust. She shuddered again as the tip of my rod found her cervix, mashing it against the solid intrusion deep in her rectum. She expertly shifted her position for the greatest comfort, then began grinding her hips in slow circles, bringing me ever closer to the breaking point. I placed my hands firmly on her hips and added a thrusting counterpoint to her circular dance as she snaked a hand down to find her clit. I could tell by the way her muscles were gripping me that she must have been getting close again.
As her breathing became ragged and her moans changed to an intense, detached mewing from the back of her throat, I bent at the waist, laying my chest against her back, and reached into the headboard for her favorite vibe. I slid its cool plastic shaft down her belly, inviting her to take it. As Allie snatched it away, I turned my attention to her neglected breasts, kneading and squeezing them brutally, just the way she liked it. Her breath became a primitive grunt as she applied the slender vibe to her clit, making sure to buzz the base of my cock as well.
I continued brutalizing her sensitive breasts and thrusting hard into her as we both drove steadily toward satisfaction. But for Allie, tonight I was shooting for total sensory overload. I wrapped my arms around her, folded my legs and fell backwards, pulling her from the headboard, down on top of me, both of us face up. She immediately had both hands in her crotch, working herself into a lather with her slim vibrator and I was running my hands over every inch of her lithe body from thighs to throat.
As her orgasm began to crest, I grabbed the little black control box lying between her breasts and thumbed it to full power, feeling her body clench tight as I thrust into her as hard as I could. Allie could feel the vibrations from both toys as could I at the base and head of my penis, sending us both over the edge in an explosion of carnal delight.
"Oh, God," she screamed. "Oh… God… Jason, I’m… coming… so… hard…."
I greeted the morning with sullen silence, feeling the specter of thirty pressing down on me from a mere two days away. This year it would be a Saturday, which would not help matters. At least if I were at work, I could keep my mind off of it for eight hours. This year I would get to mope around the house all day, watch a little baseball, check my e-mail and so on until late evening when Allison would do her best to make this birthday memorable. It would start with all my favorite foods, served by a striking blonde wearing only a black apron, followed by a gift or two and then whatever erotic pastime my creative bride could come up with. Last year it had been naked ‘hide and seek,’ culminating in a new sexual episode in every room in the house.
The year before that, Allie had been sick with the flu, so she had arranged for her best friend Jackie, a recently divorced brunette with incredible breasts, to service me while she watched.
That morning as we showered, Allison thanked me for a record breaking session and told me that she liked the bullet trick so well that she didn’t mind the discomfort involved with removing it. I wondered how long before she would let me try filling her perfect bottom with my
own
bullet, but considering my size, I wasn’t holding my breath. I already knew that after last night’s escapades, I wouldn’t be getting any more until my birthday.
The problem was one of basic compatibility. Allison was barely five feet and weighed in at a whopping ninety pounds. I was six-three and a solid two hundred with a thick seven inches for her to brag about at the salon. In college I had been with a tiny girl that wanted as much cock as she could get crammed into her and come back for more, while the five foot nine captain of the girls’ Lacrosse team would run screaming from anything over six inches. I had concluded that, much like men, women were all built differently. Since marriage I had never had Allison twice in the same night, and rarely on two consecutive nights. A good extended session would leave her sore for days and I strove to make every session a good extended one.
And so Thursday trudged by without any noteworthy incident and Friday started off much the same. Then Friday evening, much to my surprise, Allison came into the living room in a black teddy, popped a porno into the VCR and crawled into my lap.
"What are you doing," I asked, more than a little incredulous.
