[FM] Happy Birthday to Me

It’s my birthday, and like any good and dutiful wife, all I wanted was for my husband to fuck the shit out of me. He’s nothing if not obliging.

The day passes without much incident, and I’m beginning to worry that it will get away from us, and the marathon-fucking I’d hoped for will be relegated to an evening quickie before bed. Not that I mind the variation, but, as you recall, it’s my birthday.

Luckily, as the night winds down, he leads me upstairs and to our bed.

“I want to give you a massage,” he says, and I grin. I’ve not once had a massage from him that didn’t end with phenomenal sex, and at this point it’s a conditioned response. I think I’m already moving my hips in anticipation.

I undress, he undresses, and I lie facedown, closing my eyes as he gets some oil and rubs it over my body. He rushes a bit, a product of having waited all day and being turned on. I don’t blame him, as my pussy has been aching for attention since he told me he was going to massage me, and relaxation isn’t at the forefront of my mind.

He moves from my back to my ass, focusing on my cheeks and intentionally avoiding slipping between my legs. He wants me worked up by the time he finally touches my pussy, and I can’t help but moan as he gets closer and closer but never quite touches me where I need.

I told him once about getting a massage. The male masseur focused so much attention on my inner things as I lay on my belly that I was sure he was going to slip his fingers into me. I mean, no one carries that much tension in their inner things, and all I wanted was to tense around his fingers. Now, I was fantasizing about that moment, knowing full well it would be actualized.

After several minutes of this, I’m practically panting, needing him to touch my pussy, to slide his hands between my thighs and massage my clit, or push his fingers inside me, or all of the above.

He places his body over mine, still rubbing my hips and ass and thighs, and I can feel his hard cock tapping me, so dangerously close to where I want him to be that I can feel the heat radiating off him. I attempt to push my hips back, forcing him into me, but his body is on mine and I can’t move enough to accomplish this, but I keep wiggling, keep trying to get his head where I want it.

I hear an “mmm” as he watches me, his hands now spreading me open to view his cock right where he wants it. My hands grip the sheets as I fight against his weight on me to impale myself.

He finally leans forward just slightly, his cockhead spreading me, the oil and my arousal making an audible wet sound as he toys with my entrance, teasing and prolonging filling me. I gasp at the intrusion and moan at how incredible it feels.

I’m not one to beg, but if he would’ve insisted on it, there’s nothing I wouldn’t say to get the rest of his cock into me.

I wiggled, I squirmed, I moaned and panted as I used what little motion I had to fuck myself with his cock. I could feel him watching me, his hands still holding me apart, his body perfectly still over mine as he pinned me to the mattress and enjoyed the view of his cock being swallowed by my hungry pussy.

He finally…finally pushes himself inside me and bottoms out, the full weight of his body on mine, and I swear I see stars at how good it feels to be filled by him. My eyes close, my head rocks back, and I let out a low groan.

I’m so wet that it glides in with one fluid motion, and when he begins to move and thrust into me, I know I’m not just coating his cock, but his entire pelvis will be covered in my slick juices by the time we’re done.

I tell him he feels good, he tells me how tight and wet I am, and we’re pressed together like this, softly moving as his fingers intertwine in mine as he kisses my neck and shoulders.

It’s loving and intimate, but I want more. I push myself up slightly, and he takes the cue and lifts his body off mine. I lift my hips off the mattress, legs still pressed together, and he leans back on this thighs so that I can work his cock the way I want.

Rocking back and forth, he remains still as I slide up and down his shaft. It feels incredible to fuck him in a position that is usually more active for a man and passive for a woman. My legs are pressed together so tight that I can feel how I’m squeezing him with every movement. Up and down. Up and down.

I roll my hips in a circular motion, wanting him to feel all the ways my pussy can grip him. It’s an intense feedback loop. He groans and I am compelled to make him do more of that, and in turn, I get to gasp and tremble at how good it feels to have him inside me.

I get closer and closer to the mattress, at this point pushing back into him and returning to prone. His hands spread me apart, watching his cock, watching my hips and ass grind into him. He gets deeper this way, and I’m grinding into the mattress hard and working myself into an orgasm, but it’s elusive.

I can’t get quite enough friction to get there, and I’m gasping and squealing and moaning at how good it feels and the effort to climax.

I start to feel that familiar build, the one that tells me if I keep this up, I’ll cum and it will be epic. If I can keep it up.

He holds my cheeks apart more and I’m grinding hard into him and the mattress. I get worried he’ll pull out and I won’t get to cum.

I beg him – “Don’t pull out. Don’t pull out. Don’t pull out don’t pull out don’t pull out!” I’m screaming it, rambling as I get closer and closer, and he pulls out, cumming all over my ass as I hump the mattress helplessly, my orgasm lost, but I’m no less horny or needy.

Don’t worry, though, dear reader. This story has a happy ending.

After he cleans his cum off me, I lie back. He gets my favorite g-spot stimulator from the bedside drawer and works it into me as I rub my pussy until I’ve squirted enough to soak the towel under me and screamed out an epic orgasm.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gf7rna/fm_happy_birthday_to_me