Another year gone by and another number added to my wife’s age. She had hit thirty and she was feeling a bit old. “You’re only as old as you feel” I joked in response to her complaints about aging, her response was to turn to me and look at me with hungry eyes before extending her hand and grasping my cock and stating “then I feel 29 right now”.
This caught me off guard as my wife was much more sexually passive, although I should have expected her to be a bit more forward seeing as I’d just returned from a four day trip interstate
She stared at me for a few more moments before returning to the selection of clothes that littered the bed, as is tradition a night of drinking was on the cards for her but sadly I couldn’t join this year as we had no one to watch the kids for a long enough period of time only long enough to drop her off and pick her up.
“what about these ones?” she asked whilst holding up a black body suit and cream coloured skirt that came halfway up her thighs, I nodded in and confirmed that was what she should wear out. She slipped her shirt off and began unzipping her jeans when a look of worry crossed her face, she strode to her chest of drawers and began rummaging. “What’re you looking for baby?” I asked out of confusion, she turned “I’m not confident enough to go out in this without some shorts underneath”.
To give you an idea my wife is about five foot eight with dark hair and 16E cup breasts (brand sizing dependant) and on the heavier side, I’ve never thought of her as unattractive but she has had body confidence issues since her teen years. That never stopped her from looking fucking gorgeous though, but her comfort is important so I walked over to the pile of neatly folded washing and plucked exactly what she was looking for out of the pile.
A short while later I drove her to the pub and said a quick hello to everyone before returning home to wait. As I sat at home I thought about our previous sexcapades on each of her birthdays for the last 5 years. Every time we would fuck as though our lives depended on it and with those thoughts came the ache of four days build up. Shit, I thought to myself. I haven’t gotten off in four days, I usually get off every night and most of the time before I get out of bed in the morning.
After pondering on my lack of release for a while I checked the time and realised it was time to go pick up my wife so away I went. After some banter at the pub we climb back into the car and head to the local servo, about a minute into the drive she looks to me and says “i wanna change gears” before sliding her hand across my lap.
Focusing on the road I heard and felt the zip on my jeans coming undone followed by the cool air of the night wash over the head of my slowly hardening cock. I took a quick second to look across and saw her lips had twisted into a massive grin, my eyes shot back to the road as her hand began working my shaft. Having been surprised by her being adventurous all I could do was moan as the soft skin of her hands sent waves of pleasure over me.
Just before we arrived at the servo she tucked my cock away and zipped me back up, I waited in the car while she went and got snacks and some drinks for her hangover the next day. Once we were back on the road to home she unzipped and went back to work for a few minutes “you know what sucks about modern cars?” she asked “i don’t know, what?” she unclipped her seatbelt and the car started beeping due to the seat belt sensors.
She clumsily clipped it in behind her then leant over and took me in her mouth, her soft and wet lips felt like heaven. Her tongue was working magic around the head of my cock while her hand worked into a rhythm with it, I slid my hand down her back and reached for her tight cunt but sadly the shorts under her skirt kept me from my prize so instead I dragged my fingernails up her back. Sadly, before she could suck my soul out I saw the lights of home.
After repacking my now obviously hard cock back into my jeans she walked inside whilst I had a smoke outside as I didn’t want the babysitter to see the bulge I was packing. By the time I walked in the babysitter had gone off to bed in one of the rooms in our home and my wife was strutting her way to our bedroom, hanging off the index finger of one hand were the shorts and the panties that had prevented me from fully enjoying the erotic experience in the car.
Following my gorgeous and confidently strutting wife to the bedroom like one of those old Saturday morning cartoon characters would a smell I was full mast again before I even hit the hallway. Once in the bedroom she crawled onto the bed and there she stayed on all fours, an invitation I couldn’t resist. I too knelt on the bed and buried my face in her cunt, cleaning up the mess she had made whilst she had my cock in her mouth.
Now I’d like to take a second to admit that I didn’t last as long as I’d like but once I’d had a taste of her I needed to be in her, I needed to fill that delicious cunt with four days worth of build-up. So I pulled my face away and undressed myself, kneeled back on the bed and shoved my cock as deep as it would go. The feeling of her cunt dribbling juices down my balls as they hit her opening coupled with the already quivering internal muscles felt like heaven.
Without hesitation I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, each thrust threatening to have me come undone. As my pleasure intensified so too did her moans and words of ecstasy, pretty soon I reached my limit and my cock began pulsing with each dose of cum that it pumped inside of her. Now usually I’d stop and finish her with my tongue or fingers (maybe both) due to how sensitive my cock gets but it was her birthday and she was having too much fun so I pushed through it.
Shortly after I found myself amazed at how I managed to stay hard after filling her with my cum but the difference in sensation of her quivering growing to a climax and the increased mess I could see oozing out of her kept me going until she managed to squeak out “oh fu” the rest of her exclamation cut off by the once gentle quiver but now violent shaking of her orgasm.
She collapsed onto the bed, having lost control of her muscles I didn’t have time to pull out which caused my cock to flick up and spray a little of the mess from her cunt onto her ass cheeks and the rest to come rushing out onto the mattress. She didn’t care either way, with a belly full of alcohol and food, a cunt full of cum and a mind now full of what she affectionately refers to as “the fuzzies” that is how she slept for her thirtieth birthday.
I too was tired and my legs didn’t work well enough to go find a towel for cleanup so I laid down beside her and fell asleep. My balls empty and my heart full (not to mention the mess in my pubic hair and all over the bed) I found the sleep both deep and well needed after the trip.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10a1g5q/fuck_story_an_adventurous_and_messy_30th_birthday