My Birthday Wish

I am a thirty something woman. I have brown hair and green eyes and lots of curves. Some say I am beautiful, others don?t. I think I am pretty average. As you may or may not know, I am engaged and planning a wedding for the second time in my life. I couldn?t be happier with the way my life is turning out. It?s December 3 and two days before my thirty-third birthday. You have been asking me what I want and I keep giving you the standard answer. ?Babe, nothing. I have everything I could possibly need or want.? And that is pretty much the truth. We both work hard to afford us to play hard. We always have a good time together and laugh a lot. But lately, something else has been on my mind. We have talked about it before, but are both unsure how it would affect our relationship. I decide not to bring it up now. Maybe after we are married we will discuss it again. The next two days go by pretty fast. We are both working hard, business is busy and we are trying to sell our home. Life is moving pretty fast right now. I wake up in the morning, being showered with kisses. ?Happy Birthday,? you whisper in my ear. I look at those beautiful blue eyes, seeing şişli escort all the love you have for me. You pull me close and kiss me. ?I have a surprise for you, but you have to wait for tonight.? Now, that is just torture. I never expect anything for my birthday, but knowing tonight is special, I am already excited and anticipating. The day drags on and finally five o?clock rolls around. I get home and shower. I shave all the necessary parts, leaving my skin smooth and soft. As I am stepping out of the bathroom, you call and tell me to put on my black dress, stockings and heels. Now, we are not the type of couple to get all fancied up. Something big is going to happen. I have no idea what to expect. Especially since we live together and you have a very physical job. I can?t imagine anything happening before you come home and shower. Just as I am putting on a dab of my favorite perfume, there is a knock on the door. I open the door and there you are. You look absolutely gorgeous in a black suit and tie. I have never seen you looked so delicious and reach to pull you inside by your tie. You step back and hand me a bouquet escort şişli of flowers. ?Let me put these in water,? I say and step inside. You follow me inside and I notice you look nervous. ?What is it, babe?? I ask. You inhale deeply and then slowly speak. ?This night is about you. You will do exactly as I ask. Do you understand?? Dumbfounded, I simply nod. You reach out and pull me to you and kiss me. I feel your hands exploring my body. ?Did you wear the stockings as I asked?? you inquire as your hands pull my dress up and find the edge of my thigh highs. ?Good, now bend over,? you command. I am so turned on by your control, I do as you say. You slide my dress up slightly and begin playing with the thin material covering my mound. I am getting very wet from your touch. I suddenly feel something hard and cold pressing against me. ?Relax, babe. Remember those Ben Wa?s you wanted. You are going to feel them inside you all night.? You push one then two balls deep inside me. I am overwhelmed by the sense of fullness. You stand me back up and kiss me tenderly. ?Ready to go?? you ask. ?Um, yeah. I guess.? You take my hand and mecidiyeköy lead me outside. You took me out to dinner to one of my favorite restaurants. We share a bottle of wine and talk. We are both enjoying the meal, but I can?t concentrate on anything but this need deep within me. You know you are torturing me, but you love anticipation. Finally, dinner is over and you order a piece of cake to go. I am so thankful. I don?t think I would last much longer. I need some relief. We get home and the lights are on. I know we didn?t leave the lights on, so I know something was wrong. As we approach the front door, you look me in the eye. ?If you are uncomfortable or want this to stop, just tell me.? As I open the door, there is the smell of vanilla perfume and then I see her. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She has long brown hair, brown eyes and a body to make anyone jealous. I look at you, slightly perplexed. ?Babe, this is Emma. She is a friend of mine.? You have never mentioned Emma before and I am slightly annoyed. I thought we were coming home to have a hot steamy love fest, eating cake off one another. Before I could speak, Emma nods to you. You pull me close, kiss me hard and whisper in my ear, ?I have been looking for someone to help with your fantasy and I met Emma. I thought she would be perfect.? I smile at you. I have always wanted to be with a woman, but never had the opportunity.