My husband is the worst at birthdays. He doesn’t want gifts or dessert, he doesn’t want to go out, nothing. It is just a regular day to him.
A couple of weeks back he turned 39 and marked the occasion by stealing one bite of our kids’ cupcakes and organizing the garage. So annoying! I like parties!
I had a backup plan though.
After putting the kids to bed and him finishing who knows what in the garage (eyeroll), he came in the bedroom to find me in a new outfit I bought for the occasion – a tiny lacy thong, open cup bra, and stockings.
“Are you ready for your birthday gift?”
[Just stares wide eyed and nods like a dummy]
I pushed him onto the chair in the bedroom and straddled him, taking off his shirt and pulling down his pants. His big dick was already straining to get out of his underwear. I started working my way down his body with light kisses and brushes of my tongue before freeing him.