A Birthday He'll Remember

It was my husband’s birthday and I forgot to get him a present. Luckily, he told me he didn’t want the type of gift that came from a store. As evening drew close he began to build a fire in the backyard for our friends who would be arriving soon.

While watching him chop wood my body took over. Watching the wood surrender to his raw strength made my pussy quiver. I took a sip from my beer letting the alcohol course through my veins. After he finished, he wrapped his big hands around my waist and I kissed his salty cheek. Watching him dominate that pile of wood caused an aching to be claimed by him.

While sitting by the fire sharing drinks with friends I realized I had the perfect gift I could give him. I was deadset on giving him a special gift tonight. We had many years shared together, but pounding my tight asshole was a rarity in the bedroom.

We shared spirits with friends and their infectious energy kept the night rolling. While we ducked away to smoke a cigarette together I stood close to him feeling the heat roll off his chest. I traced my fingers down the line of his neck and pulled him down to whisper in his ear. Softly letting him know my asshole was all his tonight.

The drinks had made my voice steady and my desire bold. He didn’t respond with words. He turned me around and put his large, calloused hands around my hips. We meandered back to the fire. Even with all the people, there was a private thread of electricity pulled taut between the two of us.

As we continued to drink more I could feel his eyes on my skin. Every inch of my body ached, yearning to be alone with him. The drinks had made me fearless. I didn’t care who was looking, only about this man, my husband, who had conquered the woodpile earlier. Who I needed desperately to now conquer me.

I leaned back across from him amongst our friends spreading my legs in my skirt bearing my invitation. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his beer as we locked eyes and I mouthed the words TAKE ME.

The ‘birthday boy’ was transforming into the man who needed to claim his present. The fire between us felt like it was vibrating with the sheer force of his restraint. He was a man accustomed to hard work and heavy lifting, and right now, the hardest work was staying in his chair.

Even as his friend was slapping his back, telling him a joke his eyes never left mine. He was mapping out how he was going to fulfill the request I had mouthed. As it got late everyone left and he carried me to our bed claiming me as his own. Claiming me the same way he had swung his axe earlier, with absolute, unwavering purpose.

As he gripped my thick thighs I knew that every part of me was about to be thoroughly and primally unwrapped –the present I promised.

We didn’t waste time with gentleness. The drinks had stripped away the need for a slow build. His hands, rough from the axe and warm from the fire gripped my thighs to spread my legs. He devoured my pussy and I wrapped my legs around him offering no resistance.

The burning in my loins had reached a crescendo and only he could soothe it. The whisper from earlier became a reality as he readied himself for the rare gift I promised. The air in the room felt thick, charged with the electricity of a long awaited celebration.

He positioned me exactly as he wanted, finally taking what I had offered. I let myself go deeply, my ass filled all the way with his big cock. With every deep, possessive thrust, the burning in my loins turned into a tidal wave. My body released rhythmically, soaked the sheets beneath me as I came hard.

He moaned as his thick, pulsing warmth filled the space, the final seal to his birthday gift. The sheets were damp, his gift thoroughly claimed. Our daughter was away, friends were gone, and for the first time in a long time, the house was full of nothing but the peace that follows a perfect storm.