TITLE    : Stacey's 41st Birthday Ch. 01
STORYID  : staceys-41st-birthday-ch-01_2009
SUMMARY  : Lady's 41st birthday morning starts out with a bang.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2009-09-03
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
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TAGS     : |milf sex|oral|face|ride|


<i>Author's Note: Parts of this story will be told from my (the male) perspective; others will be from the female perspective. For both of us this is our second marriage. Our first marriages were cursed by being married to people who put very little emphasis or value on simple physical affection, much less gratuitous satisfying sex. When we found each other and began our relationship we both had one very clear and important rule: uninhibited sex was going to be our favorite hobby and we'd hold nothing back. It has worked very well for us. If you are one of those people who doesn't approve of spouses being sexually engaged with anyone but their own spouse, then stop reading here.</i>



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My morning started like every other: I woke up, rolled over to look at my clock and then climbed out of bed to go answer nature's call. Stacey and I had agreed, long before we were married, that we would always sleep naked (unless mother nature mandated she wear underwear and then it would be something minimal so I could play with her ass cheeks). When I came out of the bathroom I looked down at my still sleeping and very sexy wife. Today was her 41st birthday. Her body certainly didn't reflect her age. At 5'4" tall, my naturally red-haired blue-eyed wife had a fantastically fit body that included her 34D chest and matching hips on either side of a perfectly rounded ass. She loved to have her nipples and ass cheeks played with although, to date, we hadn't tried anal intercourse. Before climbing back in bed to snuggle up to her I took account of my own age and shape. Almost five years older than my sexy wife, I'm not quite 46 yet, 5'10" and a fairly fit 190 pounds. I keep my brown hair crew cut and have blue eyes that match Stacey's. In the "manhood" department I've got about 7.5" of circumcised equipment. She's certainly never complained.



We originally met online and enjoyed plenty of conversations. We had "found" each other on an internet site that offered advice and counseling to spouses who were not being receiving adequate emotional or physical support from their other half. Both of us were in that boat. What we didn't know about each other -- because we didn't share it -- was that she was in the process of getting divorced and my divorce hearing was already scheduled as well. Within a couple months we arranged a couple of dates (which weren't cheap because we lived about half the country apart) and then a couple more. We got along well on our dates and, surprisingly enough (given the focus we both wanted in a long-term relationship) we didn't have sex until the fourth date. The first three were REALLY charged with sexual energy and talk, but we didn't "give in" until that fourth date. Once we did we spent an evening, night, morning and afternoon in a hotel room bed and Jacuzzi exploring and playing and living on room service food. I had a pretty good feeling about how well Stacey and I would get along when the food delivery service showed up with our lunch that day and she let him in -- totally naked -- and paid him. He certainly got an eyeful and her actions turned us both on so much that almost immediately after the door had closed we were back on the bed -- ignoring the food -- fucking like rabid rabbits.



After we were through, for the moment, we enjoyed our lunch and discussed our outlooks on various "flavors" of sex from exhibitionism to bondage, submission, sharing, pictures and more. We confirmed what we had discovered in all of our previous conversations online and on the phone: we were on the same sexual page and both of us wanted sex to pretty much be our primary hobby. When we agreed to get married, my job allowed a more convenient relocation so I moved to her hometown and we set up our home.



All of that flashed through my mind between the master bathroom door and the side of the bed before I climbed in next to her. Even though I tried to be gentle as I got in, so as not to rock the bed much, she still stirred a bit and I knew she was waking up. I snuggled in behind her, feeling my cock nestle gently between the cheeks of her ass, put an arm around her and cupped one of her full tits in my hand, caressing, and gently squeezing until my fingers ended up tweeking her perky erect nipple. A soft moan escaped her as her hips pushed back and wiggled, her ass cheeks rubbing on my dick and making me begin to harden. She felt the throb, giggled and then said, "Be right back." It was her turn to go answer nature's morning call.



I let my eyes drink in her sexy shape as she came out of the bathroom and watched as, instead of walking around to climb into the bed on her side, she simply climbed onto the bed on her knees and "walked" on her knees up to straddle me as I lay there. As she settled down against me I felt her shaven pussy lips and slit press down against my still growing cock and the very small tuft of pubic hair that she maintains press on my cockhead. Her chest pressed down against mine as her erect nipples poked into my chest hair. Our faces were maybe two inches apart as she looked at me, smiled and said, "Good morning."



"Good morning," back I said, matching her smile. I had my hands full of her delicious ass cheeks, caressing back and forth on her hips, ever so gently (so as to be barely noticeable) I would push her hips down and as I thrust my hips up, my still growing cock rubbing slowly into her pussy slit.



She noticed more than I thought as her eyes glazed slightly and a soft moan escaped her. "Wanna start your birthday off right?" I asked her with my best grin.



"What did you have in mind?" she asked, just beginning to grind her hips against me.



"It's your birthday," I replied. "I have some things planned for you later, but right now you just decide what you want and I'll do all I can to fulfill your desires."



"Mmmm..." she groaned out, rubbing her pussy on my cock even harder. "How selfish can I be?"



"It's your birthday, baby," I told her. "Whatever you want, you get."



Her eyes met mine as her most devilish grin grew on her face. "WHATEVER?" she asked.



"Whatever," I said.



"I think I feel like having my pussy eaten a bit," she said bluntly. I could feel the shaft of my cock getting slick as her pussy's juices smeared along her slit and spread onto my length. I love how she tastes and knew that I was going to enjoy eating her almost as much as she was going to enjoy getting eaten.



"Then why don't you come ride my face some?" I suggested.



The response I got was another, "Mmmm..." and a wiggle of her hips as if her pussy was saying goodbye -- albeit temporarily -- from my cock. I scooted down on the bed some as she again walked on her knees up my body, staddling my face as she held onto the headboard of our king-size bed. As I looked up her body I took in the view:



Slick, shiny shaven pussy lips on either side of a delicious slit with her clit just beginning to peak as it erected out from under its hood; her fit belly with the soft curve so many mothers have that only adds to how sexy they are; her full chest curving under and around her cherry-capped erect nipples; and her smiling face looking down at me with her beautiful eyes; all of it framed by her flame-red hair.



She adjusted her position and the spread of her legs so that her pussy was ON my mouth without pushing too hard down against me and not making me reach too far up to please her. For the first few seconds I just pushed my tongue out as far as I could and held it as stiff as I could, enjoying the taste and movement as she rocked her hips back and forth, running her pussy slit up and down my tongue tip from erect clit to asshole and back.



Her first husband had never enjoyed eating her pussy and had NEVER tongued her ass, so the first time I'd done it she'd nearly gone through the roof, exploding in what she described as "one of the best and dirtiest orgasms I've ever enjoyed." Now it was a fairly regular part of our foreplay and I knew that at least one of her birthday morning orgasms would be reached while I tongue-fucked her tight ass.



After she'd enjoyed those first few rubs back and forth she settled her pussy into place and let me start my work. She was already generously wet and her pussy juice tasted like a happy mix of honey and peach juice with consistency closer to the peach juice. My first move was very selfish and probably totally overwhelming for her: I French kissed her cunt. Locking my lips to hers, I sucked hard and stuck my tongue as deep into her as I could all at the same time. Holding my sucked-tight lip lock on her pussy lips, I used my tongue to swirl around and taste her sex, sliding it back and forth and shallowly tongue-fucking her sex canal. Although I was feeling selfish I could hear her moaning and knew that she didn't mind.



I kept that up for a good long "kiss" -- maybe a minute or so -- before releasing the lip-lock and pulling my mouth back to begin the more gentle process of bringing her to multiple orgasms. With her lips nicely spread and wet for my tongue, I teased her by licking -- as softly as I could -- up one side and down the other of the crease that exists between a woman's thighs and pussy lips. For Stacey this ALMOST tickles but also feels good as my tongue is so close to where she really wants it, but not quite there. I essentially licked circles around her pussy, up one side, across over her small pubic thatch, down the other side, and across the small wet pad of flesh between pussy hole and asshole.



As the tease grew and her need for more direct pleasure also grew, I moved my circles in closer, licking up one side of her pussy -- between inner puffy lip and thinner fleshy inner lip -- across her clitoral hood (avoiding her clit as much as I could), back down between the other inner and out lip, and directly across her dripping opening, dipping my tongue just slightly into her as I did. "Hmmm...," I wondered as I did that. "I wonder how many laps I can make before she has enough and just starts moving to get my tongue in her or on her clit?"



The answer turned out to be about thirty. I was surprised she held out that long as I tongued those circles slowly. When she couldn't take it any more, her hips moved and her ass tightened and I felt her clit being pushed down into my mouth. There is a cure for this, though, and I exercised it as I put my thumb against the slick tight wetness of her backdoor and pressed gently. As much as my lover enjoys anal stimulation, her first reaction to ANY penetration is always to pull away slight. That predicted reaction also lifted her pussy up off my mouth and allowed me to control what she got and how fast.



So with my thumb making infinitely small circles on her puckered rosebud, my lips and tongue finally found her clit and I began my "work". Putting my mouth against her I sucked her clit into my open mouth, really making it stand up out of its hood, and licked my tongue across it fairly softly but very noticeably. Back and forth I licked a few times before pulling my tongue away and sliding my mouth down her slit to her wet hole. There I sucked my lips against hers again, sliding my tongue into her and then moving the entire "pleasure system" of my mouth and tongue back up her slit to her clit.



Up and down I worked, my thumb continually playing at her asshole, my mouth bringing her pussy closer and closer to orgasm. As I "worked" and her pleasure built, her movements changed to put more and more focus on the pleasure my mouth offered her clit. Finally I ended up fixed with my mouth sucking hard on her clit as my tongue lashed it back and forth hard and fast and my thumb pushed more and more insistently at her back door. Gauging her moans, movements and muscle contractions carefully, I timed it so that just as her first orgasm broke through her my thumb broke through the tight sphincter of her ass. The result was an increase in the intensity of her orgasms as her hips bucked and jerked and her pussy spasmed and my tongue continued to lash her buzzing clit.



I knew my lover was capable of having many orgasms back to back and I wasn't going to stop until one of two things happened: She would either collapse off and away from me when she'd had enough, OR she'd want more and more and more until she had pushed her pussy down over my mouth and nose so much that I had to push her off to keep from suffocating.



After what I think was three or four good orgasms my lover had apparently had enough as she lifted off and fell over to the side, her hips still twitching and her fingers finding her swollen wet sex where they gently rubbed her lips and occasionally -- and VERY gently -- caressed across the swollen knob that was her clit.



One of the things I LOVE to do -- that my first wife never would -- is to kiss her after I've eaten her. For some reason, a woman who enjoys the taste of her own pussy really turns me on. Stacey truly does love the taste of her pussy juices and I've enjoyed many a show when she fingers herself and then sucks her fingers clean (she's done the same with toys a few times too). As she laid there recovering from the orgasms and enjoying the afterglow, I moved over to lay next to her, lowering my mouth to hers and enjoying a deep, passionate kiss as our tongues wrestled and shared her flavor.



It was a couple minutes later before she was capable of coherent speech, but when she was I heard a very soft, "Thank you, baby."



"It was my pleasure, baby," I said with a smile. "Happy Birthday. The best is yet to come."



The look on her face was precious as all of the naughty possibilities obviously flew through her mind. I was looking forward to the day as well. I had plenty planned for her and virtually all of it was stuff she had told me her first husband would never have even considered. Not only did I consider it; I planned it; set it up; was looking forward to it. I was confident she'd enjoy it all. One thing I was sure of: Her 41st birthday would be her most memorable birthday yet. 

