Bad Girl for My Birthday [MF]

I attacked her as soon as we got through the doorway. I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body to hers. She moaned, low and aroused.

We kissed hard, lips and tongues smashing, sucking, wrestling. I bit and sucked her neck and earlobes as the scent of shampoo and perfume washed over me. My hands roamed atop her dress, at once elegant and slinky, feeling her fit, curvaceous body beneath the cloth.

As I pressed my hardness against her, she moaned again and lifted one leg, wrapping it around me and pulling me in closer. I ran a hand up the outside of her thigh and then her ass. I smacked her hard on the bared bum I felt beneath my hand. She whined, and whispered in my ear, “Harder. I have been SO bad….”

*30 minutes earlier*

It was my birthday, and my wife, for the first time in years, had pulled out all the stops. I think it had as much to do with her feelings about herself as it did anything to do with me. After willingly giving up her great body to grow and nourish two children, she had gotten back to the gym and worked really hard to get her body back to where she wanted it.

She looked phenomenal. 5’4″ of Irish spitfire, she rocked a now fit. curvy body, sparkling and emotive blue eyes, and long, wavy, luscious brown hair. Her 36D chest and bubble butt aroused me daily. I loved just watching her get dressed every morning, walking around our room in various states of undress.

We were wrapping up dinner at a steakhouse, just the two of us, while the kids stayed with grandparents.

She had excused herself to hit the restroom while I settled up with the waitress. I felt her warm, soft hand on my shoulder as she returned. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I have been a very, very bad girl. I need to be taken home and punished.” As she spoke, I felt her other hand press into one of mine, which was folded in my lap.

I looked down to see her sheer, cream-colored string bikini panties wadded up in my hand. I was hard instantly. I looked back at her, and she smirked provocatively. “Ready to go?”, she asked.

In the back of the Uber on the way home, we sat close, and she opened her legs just wisely enough for me to slide a hand around her thigh to its inside. I slid my hand up toward her center, feeling heat and moisture before slipping a finger inside her. She was so wet already. She squirmed but kept quiet. I leaned over to her. “When we get home, young lady, you are IN for it.” She moaned quietly.

*Back to the Present*

As she wrapped her leg more tightly around my waist, I lifted her into the air and carried her to our room. I sat down on the edge of our bed with her straddling me, then maneuvered her until she was laid out, bum up, across my lap. Her dress, cream-colored with dark blue flowers, rose up over her hips, and I pushed it up higher.

I fixed one arm around her waist, held her down with that arm, and commenced spanking her bared bottom hard and fast. She alternately moaned and cried out as her bottom grew more and more pink. I told her she was very naughty for taking her panties off in the restaurant, and that she was in for a thorough tongue lashing and a hard pounding after I finished spanking her. This only caused her to moan louder.

After severalminutes, her bum was red all over. She looked so hot splayed across my lap, naked below the waist, creamy dress offset by the res infusing her skin. I could see she was swollen and wet, and I was definitely ready for the next phase of her “punishment.”

I pulled her back up so she was straddling me, stood, and threw her down on the bed. She sat up and pulled her dress off while I stripped off my own clothes. Once done, I briefly admired the sight of her, naked except for a cream-colored, scalloped lace demi-bra. Her hair tumbled messily across her chest, and her eyes were blazing.

I climbed onto the bed, she opened her legs, and I began kissing my way from her knees to her center.

I loved the taste of her flesh, and the scent of her arousal as I closed in on her pussy. Once there, I hungrily swirled my tongue around and inside her, sucked her into my mouth, nibbled on the insides of her thighs, stroked her insides with my fingers, and reveled in the sights and sounds of her coming hard as I brought her to orgasm. She thrashed, grabbed at my head, shook, and shivered. It was glorious.

After she came down from the high, I rose up, grabbed her legs, held them apart, rotated her hips back so I could thrust down into her, and impaled her. She gasped. I held her ankles as I began to penetrate her hard, pounding as hard as I could into her. I loved the feeling of penetrating her and the sounds she made every time I withdrew and then pounded into her. I thrust my entire length into her again, and again, and again.

At one point, I paused, grabbed her, reached behind her, and uncapped her bra. I pulled it off and inhaled first one, then the other breast into my mouth. I lavished attention on ech breast in turn, sliding my tongue around her areolas, then wrapping my lips and tongue around each nipple. She moaned loudly when I sucked hard on each nipple. The feeling of each nipple’s rough, hard texture, and the sounds of her growing arousal. Together, they drove me mad.

I resumed moving in and out of her, sliding in her warm, silky wetness. “Oh babe,” I grunted. “I am going to come.”

“Yes baby!!” she yelled. “Give it to me! Give me your cum!” She tripped over the edge, came and screamed as she did.

That did it for me. I felt the overwhelming sensation of my own orgasm rising beyond my control. My hips pistoned forward, and I came hard, thrusting 4, 5, 6 times as I filled her.

I collapsed atop her, and she held me close. “Baby,” she said in between kissing me, “that was amazing. Happy Birthday ”

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