Keywords: Happy, Birthday, Beautiful,

I hate to be the braggart except when it comes to one topic, my wife. She is the best woman that any man could ask for. She"s by far the best thing to ever happen to me. She is smart, educated and beautiful with a professional full-time career to boot. With all that, she is still shy and even a little insecure. I have witnessed her become a nervous wreck at the very thought of meeting new people when she wants to impress them. Despite her coyness, I"ve seen her intimidate men and women alike when she sets her mind to it.

This short petite dark-haired woman may be easy to underestimate but she is Italian to her very core. She is passionate and full of emotion. Like all husbands, I have on occasion made the mistake of taking the one I love for granted. Oh, how I have seen her spirit rise and paid the appropriate cost for my careless inattention or forgetfulness. I quickly recall how lucky I am to have her and to see the error of my ways.

I have watched this wonderful woman for years and she has to be one of the most giving and compassionate people I have ever met. She always feels for the underdog and shows mercy for the down trodden. I know that is why I was first attracted to her. She somehow finds the time to constantly go out of her way to do the things that I like. She always surprises and intrigues me, from finding the perfect little snack packed into my lunch that she somehow managed to find the time to pack for me to her willingness to listen to and even consider my most fanciful and sometimes perverse ideas. If she has a fault, I would have to say it is that she gives so much of herself to those that she cares about that I seriously wonder what she has left over for herself.

Even with her career, she works out incessantly and has the body to show for it. I don"t know how but she even manages to teach aerobics three times a week. I know that she enjoys the physical activity very much and its one of the few things that she does for herself. I"d be lying if I said I didn"t also enjoy the results. I"m always finding her practicing her aerobics routines when I walk around the corners of our large house. I"m in decent shape too but I"m not a decathathlete either. I am a police officer and I consider my physical health to be an important aspect of my career. One of my biggest pet peeves are those out of shape officers who I might have to depend on to save my life and the lives of others when circumstances require it. My wife feels the same way, she made me agree that I would never become the stereo type of the out of shape cop at the donut shop. I stay in decent shape because I enjoy the activity but not to the same extent as my wife. I would suffer if I ever made the mistake of signing up for one of her sessions. We mostly limit our joint physical activities to the bedroom where I aspire to meet her every need as she does with mine.

This woman is my every dream. I spend a lot of time trying to figure what to do when special days come up. Birthdays, Anniversaries, Valentines Day, Christmas- I spend hours thinking of what to do for her and what to get her. What can you do or get for the person that will do anything for you when all you have to do is ask? This woman with the body that makes twenty year-old women envious and twenty year-old men lust, this woman that sets my heart on fire with her compassion, shyness and strength.

Her fortieth birthday was around the corner and I was really hard pressed to come up with the ultimate gift for this supreme woman. She was having a particularly hard time facing this birth date. She was anxious about growing older and how her looks might fade with age. I wanted to get her something that she would look back on in her nineties and just laugh at how silly she had been. I spent months thinking about her coming birthday. I finally came up with an idea that might put a smile on this beautiful woman"s face.

I have asked her many times what she fantasized about when she was with me and at those times when she is alone, which she of course always strongly denies ever occur. She always becomes awkward and shy when I ask her this type of question. The most I could ever get her to admit to is that it involved a short black mini skirt, knee-high black leather boots and a red silk blouse. I get the feeling she is afraid to tell me what is actually running through her mind right before and during her most intense orgasms.

One night about a month before her fortieth birthday, I got a glimpse into her naughty little fantasy. A snap shot into her private little secret. My wonderful wife had come home after her Thursday night aerobics class. She was all sweaty from the workout. She immediately stated she needed a shower. We were standing in the kitchen at the time. I was behind her as I pulled her close to me. I kissed her several times on the back of her neck before I would let her go bathe. She weakly tried to pull away saying not to kiss her because she was sweaty and gross. I began to lick the salty skin on the side of her neck just below her left ear. I could feel the goose bumps rise on her arms just before she pulled away stating she was going to go shower.

I could tell that I was going to get lucky tonight. She was hot from her workout. She had made some comment about making all those younger women in her class hurt and sweat. I knew that made her less apprehensive about her impending birthday. She got some strange pleasure in putting those younger women to shame with her stamina and strength.

I patiently waited in bed while she cleaned up and showered. My mind again wondered to what was I going to do or get for her on her birthday. I thought about it for several minutes but still came up with nothing that was impressive and unforgettable. My mind then wandered to what was hopefully going to transpire after her shower.

I was pretty sure that what she had in mind for tonight was going to be some good-old well-needed sex for both of us. I was sure it wasn"t going to be my personal favorite but something satisfying none the less. Unlike her, I made it plain from the first what my most favorite sex was. And no, unlike most men it is not having two women with me wedged in the middle somewhere.

She had just submitted to my most perverse need the previous weekend. Yes it is a wonderful thing, it is having my cock buried deep in her petite perfectly shaped ass while she climaxes. She lets me have this delicious treat once or twice a month. The earlier encounter had been exceptionally good. She usually makes me ask for this superb privilege. I think it reassures her that I don"t take it or her for granted. I think she realizes that I would go as far as to beg for these opportunities. My mind drifted back to that wonderful experience from a few nights before as I waited for her to finish her shower and come to bed.



Saturday she had come to bed with a needful gleam in her eyes. I wasn"t exactly sure what she had in mind that night either but I was hopeful none the less. She had climbed up on our king-size waterbed and immediately requested that I lay against the pillows piled against the headboard. We hadn"t even kissed yet. She immediately went down on my still flaccid cock. I tried to fight it but I got hard too fast. I had very little opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of having my whole cock in her mouth. Before I knew it my cock was only halfway into her mouth. She was unable to take the long wide rod fully into her jaws. She wrapped both her hands tightly around the base as she worked my manhood. It"s was great but just not the same sensation as having my balls bouncing off her chin as she took in every bit of me. It is the only time in my life that I wish my cock was smaller.

She sucked me for several minutes. She is talented despite her inability to swallow every thick inch of my stiff pole. I have learned that she enjoys this as well. As I"ve said, she has an intense urge to give and please that extends even into our bedroom. I"ve learned that she craves having my fingers run through her hair as she provides this intense pleasure.

As she increased her attentions, my fingers began to tangle in her black lustrous hair. Soon I started to loose all control. I cuppped the back of her head with both of my hands. I controlled her rhythm and pushed her further and further down on my cock. She had no choice but to comply because I had her now knotted hair tangled between my fingers. Her head was at the whim in my cradling hands. I knew she couldn"t take it all but I was just unable to control myself by that point. I forced myself to stop because I was stifling her of oxygen, besides there"s the fact that her petite mouth was just unable to accept the whole of my girth. Her molars cruelly reminded me of this fact by digging into my cock about halfway down the shaft. I eased up and let her pull from my needful cock.

I felt that I must reciprocate some of this pleasure giving. I rolled her onto her back to return the act of kindness. I know what she likes as well and it pleases me to gratify her. She has a passionate infatuation with my hands. The thing that she loves is the way that I touch her. Her hair, back, thighs, shoulders and of course her other more delicate regions all responded warmly to my experienced hands. I do not put much effort or thought into their exploits. They love this woman"s body, every square inch of its aerobiclly sculptured magnificence. Its like they have a mind of their own and they love her as much as I do. I just allowed them to wonder where they pleased and where they pleased her. They pet, rub, and manipulate as they touched this exceptional example of womanhood.

This was all occurring while I kissed this woman"s mouth, neck, shoulders and chest. I always return to her mouth and our tongues intertwined repeatedly. I kissed her so long and hard that my lips began to feel bruised. She began sucking on my tongue as I thrust deep into her mouth.

Keywords: Happy, Birthday, Beautiful,

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