“Happy 40th birthday babe,” finally back in our room after the party ended and the last guest left. The clock on the nightstand read 3:03AM as Hannah, my wife of 12 years, kicked her red heels into the corner. How she walked around in them for over 6 hours and still looked stunning, I will never know. I stared at her from the bathroom doorway as she let her blonde hair fall out of the bun, her makeup still perfect and red lipstick still shining. She backed up to me as a I caught a whiff of her fruity perfume.
“Unzip me?” she asked as she lifted her hair, showing off a little rose tattoo on the back of her neck.
“I still have 1 more surprise for you,” i whispered in her ear as a the blindfold tightened around her eyes. The world was almost as dark to her as her knee-length dress. I grabbed the gold zipper and slowly unzipped her, kissing her spine as I went. She shuddered with excitement and moaned as my lips moved down her back. Her dress fell to the floor in a pile, followed closely by her red lace bra and thong. The bulge in my pants pressed against her firm ass as I licked and kissed her collarbone.