40[F] Why is birthday sex with hubby[M] still awesome? [Public] ish

I have never been particularly into the minor holidays, mothers-day, birthdays, but my husband has always made sure to make me feel special, which is a good testament to how awesome he is.

For my 40th I am and was understandably feeling a bit old. And as the corona-panic is hitting the nation, even our small town restaurants were shut down. As such I was thinking we would just stay at home, cuddle, watch a movie, and then end up fucking rather plainly.

Hubby however had other plans. He told me he was taking me out, and to wear something nice, but not to overdo it. I was a bit confused since.. where the hell was he going to take me to. I threw on a white sundress with blue flower print, and some creme colored wedges and figured that was nice but not too overdone. Underneath however, since I , again, was planning on fucking when we got home, threw on a new set of lingerie I got for myself slightly before Christmas. It was a yellow bra/panty/gartr combo, with slightly lighter almost tan color’d thigh highs.

And I guess I should describe myself here for your visual-mental affect. I am 5’2 blonde blue. Pixie cut. 36(F)ake-29-33, aka I have no ass. Germanic ancestry. More hair between my legs than on my head. A bit overweight at 145 but not too bad. I think that covers it.

So he takes me to this restaurant, which is closed, but .. its not closed. He had paid the owner for my favorite meal to be cooked, and a single table for us. My hubby is fucking awesome. So I was very very very much impressed. Now this is still a small local restaurant, so while the table was set nicely, this isn’t exactly a fine dining place. So instead of a soft quiet classical music, it was a jukebox with Carrie Underwood and Nickleback… still awesome though.

To cut to the chase, we got to flirting and poking each other in the ribs and then I ended up straddling his lap and making out with him for a bit in our booth. His hands found his way up my dress to the top of my stockings and farther to my hips. And when he starts moving his hands up that far under my dress I know that its go time, didn’t matter where we were. I stood up, slipped my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, stepped out of them and stood there in my lingerie for him.

He got up and started undoing his belt, while I sauntered over to the end of the table, bent over and presented myself to him. He wasted no time in shoving himself in me. With both of his hands around my hips pulling me back onto him, I had to grab onto the sides of the table to keep myself steady.
Eventually he flipped me over and put my heels next to his head over his shoulders and fucked me so hard I thought the table thing would damage the wall behind it. When he was done, he helped drag me off the table by my legs, and put me on my knees to give me a great birthday facial. (He literally said happy birthday after he came on me).

Now we cleaned up the restaurant, folded up the table cloth. Made everything as hygienically safe as possible, but the thing we wonder about is if the owner bothered to go back and watch any security cameras he may have had.. though its small enough we doubt there are any.

Thank you for indulging this miniature story. I just felt like sharing my birthday present.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fmf7do/40f_why_is_birthday_sex_with_hubbym_still_awesome