“So what’s your birthday wish this year?” Sara, my wife asked as we lay in bed the morning of.
“Well, there is one thing, but…no never mind.” I said trying to play coy. It was our little game we liked to play. She would ask what I wanted, and I’d play like it was a secret. She would inevitably do her best to coax it out of me.
She swung her thick muscular leg over my naked body and took up her usual mounting position. She leaned over me and grabbed both of my hands, pinning them above my head, positioning her unencumbered breasts right above my lips. I craned my head up to take a nipple in my mouth, but she moved her body upward just out of my reach. The motion caused her melon sized breasts to jiggle and bounce, which made a lovely view that I couldn’t get enough of.
“Nuh uh. Not until you tell me what your wish is?”
“You know if I say it out loud, my wish won’t happen.”
“I’m your birthday genie. You just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”