Red Romance

A Birthday Present Done Right

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY.

AWW, THANKS. I SHOULD BE HOME AROUND SIX.

I’LL HAVE A PRESENT ALL WRAPPED FOR YOU, BABY.

I THOUGHT I SAID NO PRESENTS THIS YEAR.

BABY, 40 IS A BIG YEAR.

A BIG YEAR HUH? MORE LIKE CREEPING ON DEATH’S DOOR.

BETTER THAN CREEPING ON LEGO BLOCKS.

OK, YOU’VE WON THE ARGUMENT.

IS SANDY GOING TO BE HOME FROM UNIVERSITY?

NO, SHE’LL BE HOME TOMORROW. SHE’S TAKING YOU TO THE MOVIES AND ICE CREAM, BUT SHE SAID YOU WERE PAYING.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME?

YOU LOVE IT.

I DO.

SEE YA SOON. I’VE GOT TO FINISH UP SOME WORK STUFF.

SOUNDS GOOD.

He arrived home two minutes later, with a loose tie around his neck, an overnight bag, and a gray jacket over his shoulder. His cologne was spent, as was the product in his hair.

He was exhausted from his long flight home and not the least bit stressed from the travel time to get to the airport. Hungry since 10 am. Sure, the snack lunch on the flight was fine, but who finishes those?

He was never the kind of husband who expected dinner to be on the table, but this was a special day. Maybe she had plans to take him out. He looked at his button-down, all wrinkled and tired from the trip.

“Honey?” he called.

He placed his bag by the door and his jacket on the rack. He loosened his tie more and stripped it off. He put it in his pocket and unbuttoned his shirt. He saw a note on the kitchen counter in the prettiest handwriting. He knew it well. It wasn’t perfect cursive, but he knew it as hers.

I left you a trail, baby. Better hurry though, I’m hungry. Fridge

He grinned and walked to the refrigerator and opened it. It was loaded with all the normal things: cheese, jelly, lunch meat, some milk, and a couple of Mountain Dews for Sandy and her friends when they came over. The middle tall shelf had a bud light bottle and a small bottle of white wine.

“Oh, this is that kind of party.”

The note said:

Downstairs bathroom shower. Don’t worry, everything is there.

He grinned again. When he got there, the bathroom which was normally used as just a toilet for guests and a stall shower, was prepared for him. There was a towel and rag. Some soap and shampoo. There was a box. The note said:

Don’t look in this box, mister.

Not till you’re all fresh and clean.

“I’m so tired, but she went to all this effort to make it special for me,” he whispered to himself. After his shower, he ran the water out of his short brown hair, looked under his chin at his scruff, and looked down at the box. He felt more refreshed for sure, but he was still a little tired. When he opened the box, he saw an energy drink and some tight, leather underwear.

“HA!” he laughed. The noise came from his mouth before he could help it. He looked around and cracked the top off the energy drink. He still had the beer, but he expected that it was for drinking upstairs. It was just an energy shot, so he was meant to drink it before he went upstairs. He slipped into the leather and turned around in the mirror.

“You’re hilarious, but I love you.”

He took the two bottles up the stairs wearing just the leather and a smile. The aroma in the air was intoxicating. The smell of incense burning up the stairs was something. He imagined he was going to see an oracle but knew this would be better than seeing his grim future.

He walked up the stairs slowly, trying to keep the noise down to her surprise. When he got to the door, he turned the door handle slowly and peeked inside. She moved quickly to try and hide what she was doing and put her blindfold back on. He smiled and acted surprised. She had a large smile on her face knowing he was there, and he grinned from ear to ear too. She was naked under a sheet. He knew it. He could see her nipples poking through the shiny fabric as it flowed down across her body. She’d done a good job of lying flat, but some things just can’t be hidden.

“I thought I had a few more seconds,” she smiled as he entered.

“You may have, but I was standing outside for a few of those. I listened at the door.”

“You stinker.” She grinned in the dim lights.

“That’s me,” he chuckled, leaning over her. “Where did you even find this crazy leather underwear?”

“In the bowels of the interweb,” she laughed.

“Really?”

“Amazon,” she puckered her lips.

“Darling, we have a family account. What if Sand–” he started to question.

“Oh shit. Not tonight. I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

They both laughed.

“I’m confident you can find your way around Amazon better than me, darling,” he said, stretching his arms up over his head.

“Anyway, change of subject, I’m naked under this sheet,” she said, admiring his chest.

“You are? I mean, yes, ahem, you are.”

“In that drawer, you will find some cuffs. I think you’ll like them.”

“Handcuffs, huh? You thought of everything, but not tonight. That sounds like another kind of party.”

“Aww, and yes, honey. I did. I even looked at your–” she started.

“What?”

“I looked at your internet history, baby. I wanted to–”

“You wanted to do what?”

“Baby, you watched six different videos of it.”

His face went red. Not that she’d invaded his viewing of pornography, but because it was so taboo.

“You don’t have to look like that baby. I wanted to give you what you liked. Remember that time you let me–”

“Yes, I remember.”

“That was fun, right?”

He smiled when she opened up her legs under the sheet.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s–”

“It is,” she purred.

“Maybe you should come over here and work your way down to your present. Unwrap me.”

He smiled, looking into her eyes. His heart was racing. Sure, he’d watched the porn and stroked his cock, but he never thought she’d look at his internet history. A cold chill ran up his spine but then she helped pull the sheet away. She grinned from ear to ear and opened her legs for him to see the ribbon.

“Do you like it?”

He gasped slowly and smiled.

“Yes. Yes, I do. I don’t know what to do now.”

“Well, I watched some of the videos too. Remember the one that was in the taxicab?”

“Fuck, yes. Yeah, I do baby.”

“Take it out with your teeth. But slowly. I want it to last. I’ve been using my toy for a little bit. When I saw you on Live 360, I knew you were almost home. I’ve been edging ever since you got off the plane.”

“You’ve been doing that, huh?”

“How do you think I got them in there? It’s got to be wet, daddy.”

“Oh fuck. I like it when you call me daddy,” he said as his erection pushed in on itself.

“I know. The girls in the video said it. Now, if you wouldn’t mind,” she started. “Can you use your teeth?”

“I would love to.”

“Get up here, Paul. Let’s do this.”

He crawled up on the bed, got between her legs, and looked between her knees.

She lifted her leg to his shoulder and said, “Wait a second. I want you to watch me rub it first. I want that leather to be nice and tight on that hard cock.”

“That could get uncomfortable.”

“I know.”

She was on her back, holding herself up on her elbows and staring into his big, blue eyes and scruffy face. “I want Daddy to see his baby girl do naughty touching. I saw you watched a lot of that too. Watching a young little thing touch her pussy. Oh, I even saw one squirt. I’ve never done that with anyone. Do you think it still works? I hope so, after two babies.”

“I don’t think that ever breaks. Not like this old thing.”

“There is nothing wrong with your dick, baby,” she said, rubbing her juicy wetness. “Just watch your baby girl play. It will get big and hard and ready.”

“Oh, I think that’s a good idea,” he said, sliding his hand up and down the front of the leather. “I’m not sure I like the way this feels.”

“They look so good on you. Turn around so I can see your ass.” As he turned around, her fingers quickened, the index polishing the pearl, the middle poking the red deeper inside.

“You like them?” he asked, mid-laughter.

“I do,” she purred, her pace quickening. “Get down here, baby. Momma needs your help with something.”

He bent down between her legs, kissed hard against her clit, and pulled her ass up to him. He looked up and down and around the red panties that were safely tucked away.

She moaned against her hands as she watched his tongue, and she stared into his eyes when he gave them to her to see. And then she felt the slight tug.

“Ughhhhh,” she moaned.

He stopped and continued to lick and play and polish. She grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. When she rode that high for a few moments she pulled his head way, watching as his teeth gripped the fine silk.

“Aahhhhhh, fuck. You look so good doing that. This is my favorite birthday so far,” she said, mashing his face deeper inside herself. She ground up into his humming mouth.

She pulled his mouth even closer. He shoved his tongue into her prickly peach. He lapped up the skin and drank the savory and sweet juices. But when he pulled away, she gasped and bit her teeth because the panties came out.

He didn’t give her any time to breathe before shoving his fingers where the red panties were. His other hand went for her mouth. He gave her something to suck, and she was his needy queen.

He pumped and pumped inside her until she shook and cried out, “Fuck, honey! I can’t. I can’t. Stop, stop, stop!” She moaned and quaked in her climax.

He held her close, nestling her as her body had aftershocks. After a few minutes of lying there, she started tapping on his chest.

“Get up, get up, get up. It’s your turn.”

“What? Baby, no, you’re exhausted.”

“No, it’s your birthday and I didn’t spend fifty bucks on those leather briefs for nothing. Momma’s getting her money’s worth,” she said, pressing him onto his back. She kissed him deeply, laid flat on his body, and held her arms around his neck. She pressed and pulled him closer, kissing harder. When she was confident, she'd stolen his breath, she clambered onto her knees and let her breasts fall into his face, scratching them against the stubble on his face and causing them to harden and turn him more excited. She could tell he was enjoying it by teasing them with his tongue and from the near misses. He smiled up at her, and she giggled as he chomped his teeth.

She slid his bottoms off noticed the swelling she’d caused and grabbed it. She didn’t need to fluff what was already fully grown. It just needed to be free.

“I found a white whale,” she grinned as she took him in her mouth.

“If I weren’t so turned on, I would laugh at that,” he chuckled. “Oh, you do that well.”

Between slurps, she looked up and asked, “Has it been a long time, Daddy?”

“Yes, fuck, baby. It has been. You know how to suck me good.”

She held his cock up and licked his balls, and he dipped his head back, savoring his pleasure. He thrust his hips up in anticipation of the next surge of suction, and she returned the favor.

“You know you’re not the only one who likes a taste now and then?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t forget,” she responded, lunging at his mouth and kissing him. She straddled his cock and bounced down before sliding it in her. His passion and precum were already slippery enough to quicken her pace. She bent down over his body and invited his mouth to suck her nipples as she rode him. He pulled her close and sucked hard on her left breast as she moaned. He thrust inside her until her moans met his growls.

They lay connected for a moment, and then he chuckled in her ear.

“You spent fifty bucks on these briefs?” he asked.

“That’s your question? Give me a beer,” she laughed.