A Special Birthday! Pt. 01

My dear husband made my recent birthday an extra special celebration. It was on a Saturday. In the morning, he told me he had some things to finish for work and I had a pedicure appointment at my favorite spa, the same place I go to for my Brazilian wax, so I was going to be gone for a few hours anyway. When I got home in the afternoon, his car was gone from the garage. That's unusual because I would have expected him to text me if he was going out. I walked into the house and saw this note on the kitchen counter:

"Happy Birthday Dez! I want to make this day memorable for you. Please follow these instructions. First, I hope you enjoy a nice bath. Towels and some bath salts are set out by the tub. After your bath, please put on the clothes I laid out for you on our bed. Everything you need is there, including the jewelry I'd like you to wear! But you will need to pack a bag with some casual clothes for tomorrow. You won't be coming home tonight!

A driver will come to pick you up at 7:00. He will come to the front door, call you by name, and introduce himself as Roger Henley. The ride to meet me will be less than 30 minutes!

Love you Dear and see you tonight,

Brian"

I was tempted to call or text Brian but decided that I would just go along with whatever he was planning. His surprises are always exciting and fun!

I walked into the bedroom and immediately saw a beautiful little black dress on our bed. I instinctively checked the size and of course it was right on. I held it up and couldn't help but notice the luxurious fabric. It must have been expensive. I also saw that Brian had placed my red heels next to the bed but even more striking were the panties next to the dress - a vibrant crimson red floral lace triangle connected to thin straps. The red was the same shade as my heels. Earrings, a neckless he had given me two years ago, a right-hand ruby ring that he'd also given me, and a bracelet.

Since I had until 7:00, I decided to really enjoy some quiet time in the bath. I filled the tub with warm water and the bath salts Brian had set out. I turned on some earth sounds on Pandora and settled into the comfort of the water. Gradually the feelings of calm and comfort replace all the normal activities of my mind. But then the thoughts of the evening ahead began to supplement my mental peace with excitement and anticipation.

Eventually, it was time for me to emerge from the water and prepare to meet Brian. The towel by the bath was our softest, most luxurious one. I wrapped myself in the warmth of the Turkish cotton as I put on my makeup and did my hair. Then it was time to get dressed. I let the towel fall to the floor and walked from the bathroom to our bedroom. Taking the red panties, I step between the straps and pulled them up my legs and over my hips. After some adjustment, I decided that the triangle was just too small to completely cover my pussy. No matter what I did, the outer edges of my smooth lips would not be concealed by the lace. The delicate vertical seam in the center of the triangle cause the thin lace to conform to my curves and crevice. As I bent over to put on the heels and adjust the small clasp, I caught a glimpse of myself in front of our full length mirror. I turned to take in the sight of my profile and was so thankful that I've been spending the time at the fitness center even though the lunges and squats are tedious and even painful at times.

Next, I stepped into the little black dress, putting my arms through the spaghetti straps and adjusting the neckline. It was now obvious why Brian hadn't put out a bra for me. The dress had a V neckline that plunged to just a couple inches above my navel and a low scooping back. Although I'm often envious of women with bigger breasts, my not quite a C-cup boobs did fill out the top enough. The open neckline did little to hide the curves of my cleavage. The fitted waist contoured to my tummy and hips and the mid-thigh length skirt had a little flair. I put on the jewelry Brian had set out for me and took another look in the mirror. I did like what I saw and certainly hoped Brian would too!

I gathered up the bag I had packed earlier and decided that I better throw in some lube even though I doubted we would need any tonight. When I opened the night stand drawer, I saw that the lube was gone and a few of our toys too. Brian had thought of everything! Just then, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and was met by a handsome man, in his forties I'd guess, who immediately introduced himself as Roger Henley and said that Brian had sent him for me. Roger took my bag as I locked the front door behind me and followed him to the waiting car. Roger was kind enough to not stare as I tried to be discrete in the short dress as I slid into the back seat of the luxury sedan. Just as Brian had said in his note, the ride into town was about twenty five minutes. Roger eased the car to the curb in front of one of the most exclusive hotels in the city. Immediately a doorman opened my door and greeted me by name. I saw by his name tag that his name was "Alex." Roger handed my bag to another doorman and I overheard instructions to take it to room 4901. I thanked Roger and offered him a tip but he told that it had already been taken of. Alex then asked if I would follow him.

We walked through the very elegant entrance, up a curved stairway to a second open space leading to a gorgeous lounge and restaurant. Alex told me that Brian had ask that I take a seat at the far end of the bar until he arrived. Though the lounge was fairly full, most of the bar seats occupied, there were three open seats at the end. I didn't offer a tip to Alex. I was sure that had been taken care of by Brian too! I took the last seat as Alex had directed. As I turned to get the eye of the bartender, he was already approaching me. He smiled, said my name, and asked if I wanted a Daiquiri. Naturally, this was my usual drink, so I smiled back and said "Of course."

I watched as he quickly prepared my drink. When he placed it in on the bar, I took a sip and then turned my chair to take in the view of my surroundings and all the people. Then I saw Brian, sitting at a table in the corner, a Bourbon in his hand. No one at the tables next to him. Our eyes met but before I could get up, he raised his glass to me as if acknowledging a toast, and just smiled. I raised my glass slightly and took a sip. Brian looked awesome in his dark suit, gray, almost silver shirt and dark gray tie that shimmered a little in the light. He took a sip of his drink too but made no motion to come join me at the bar. He smiled again and then I noticed his gaze moving from my eyes to take in the view of my dress. His look lingered at the plunging neckline and I saw his smile intensify as he took in the curves of my barely covered breasts. He again looked into my eyes and raised his glass slightly before taking another drink. His gaze then lowered, pausing briefly at my neckline before proceeding lower still to the hem of my dress draped across the thighs of my crossed legs. At the angle of my chair, I sure that the hem of my dress retreated toward my hip so that my upper thigh was visible almost to my ass.

I quickly glanced around the lounge again and realized that no one else was in a position to see the connection between Brian and me. We both took another sip of our drinks and he leaned back in his chair clearly enjoying the sight in front of him. Maybe it was the effects of the Daiquiri, but I was feeling especially confident. I slowly uncrossed my legs, hesitating a moment before crossing them again. By the look on Brian's face, I could tell that he was a little disappointed that my hesitation was so brief. I smiled at him and this time uncrossed my legs but didn't cross them again. His intense smile returned as his look assured me that he saw that I was wearing the red lace panties he laid on our bed hours before. I put my right foot on a higher rung of the bar stool and leaned forward to adjust the strap of my shoe. When I looked back at Brian, his gaze went from the lacy red triangle to my neckline. I realized that the gap in my dress now exposed my darkened areola and hard nipple to his view. As I took another sip of my drink, he did not reciprocate, his eyes again glued to the red triangle framed by my thighs and dress. After at least a minute, maybe two, I crossed my legs again but as his stare traveled higher, I casually used my left hand to tug at my nipple protruding against the material of my dress.

As we both finished our drinks the bulge in his pants was quite visible. But with a little adjustment, he stood and walked over to me giving me a kiss that didn't last long enough. He took my hand and together we left the lounge and headed to the elevators. Without a word, we both knew that dinner would have to wait.

We were the only ones to enter the elevator and Brian pressed the button for the 49th floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed, we resumed the kiss that we started at the bar. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my back before lowering them to my ass. As he pulled me against him, I loved the feel his bulge that I had seen before. The elevator chimed and the doors opened on the 49th floor. With Brian leading, we walked the length of the hall to the last room. Brian inserted the keycard and opened the door for me. I walked into a gorgeous corner suite with large widows filling two walls. The view over the city was spectacular. My bag and Brian's were on a bench by a small table that had a bottle of wine, glasses, cheese and grapes next to a vase of flowers.

As the door closed behind us, I heard Brian turn the security lock just before I felt his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck and his bulge against my back. I tilted my head to take in his warm, moist kisses. His hands slowly slid from my hips to my tummy and higher until they cupped my breast through the fabric of my dress. Gently holding them, he massaged the soft tissue making my nipples even harder. His fingers lightly brushed across the stiff protrusions pressing against the little black dress. I reached over my shoulders to run my fingers through his hair and he glided his hinds through the deep neckline to thrill me with his touch no longer obstructed by the material of the dress. His light touches increased the sensitivity of every nerve of my breasts and each tender tug on my nipples focused my craving for more. Finally he slid the thin straps off my shoulders and nudged the dress down my hips until it was a puddle on the floor.

I turned to face Brian, anxious to help him out of his clothes. But he stopped me for a moment, taking in the sight of his wife standing before him in just the jewelry he had given me, red heels and the tiny lace panties clinging to my curves. His look told me he was delighted with the woman he had chosen as his wife. Our eyes met again as I reached to loosen his tie while he took off his jacket and then his shirt. He stepped out of his shoes as I worked to get his belt and pants undone. It was only a few seconds but seemed like forever before I lowered his pants, pulled off his socks and was kneeling in front of him, his boxer briefs straining to contain his magnificent cock and swollen balls. I used my nails to lightly caress his balls and trace his rigid shaft through the material, running my fingertips along the swollen ridge of his knob before replacing my fingers with my lips. When I felt that the boxer briefs couldn't contain him any longer, I grasped the waistband, easing the elastic over his engorged cock, and slid them down his legs to the floor. I looked up at Brian as my tongue first touched his shaft just below his knob. I so love the feel of the veins of his shaft against my lips and tongue as I traced from base to tip. I looked up at him again before I tilted my head to take his knob between my lips, stretching them over that beautiful ridge and down his shaft. I can only get about a third of Brian into my mouth but he seems to enjoy the sensation of my lips stretching over his ridge and my tongue massaging that sensitive spot where his ridge and shaft meet.

As I felt his cock thicken and stiffen even more, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided my face to his lips. His kiss was gentle but firm and the feel of his rigid cock against my stomach was awesome. With just a few steps, he led me to the bed where we continued our kiss. Then he took my arms and raised them over my head, holding them there for a moment before his hands slid down to cup the sides of my breasts. He kissed me on my mouth again and then moved lower, over my neckless, to the valley below. His kisses covered the tender flesh of my breasts before he began tracing the outer edge of my darkened areola with the tip of his tongue. He lightly held my left breast in his hand as he teased my right nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Then he gave the same oral attention to my left nipple. I know I squirmed a little as he took my nipple into his mouth, tugging it with a little suction. When both nipples were completely hard and swollen, he move slowly down my stomach, marking his path with more kisses and licks.

I instinctively opened my legs as his mouth reached the top of the red lace. After the softest kisses on the tender flesh of my inner thighs, his tongue began to explore the exposed valley between my thighs and my outer lips. With long, slow, light strokes, his tongue moistened that area of my lips that the red lace couldn't cover. His kisses and licks continued until my I couldn't control the slight rocking my hips were making. Brian then used his fingers to trace the delicate seam that had nestled into the crevice between my lips. As he lighted stroked with his fingernail the lace seemed to vibrate, increasing the sensitivity of the crevice underneath. The involuntary rocking of my hips increased as I released a soft moan - the first sound either of us had made all night!

With that, Brian leaned back and slowly pulled the crimson red lace panties down my legs, removing the last barrier between us. His mouth returned to my thighs and then the parts of my lips previous covered by the lace. He put his left hand on my stomach between my navel and the top of my mound. As his tongue strokes alternated between my lips, he pressed his hand slightly and I could feel his warm breath as my pussy opened for him. The long, slow, light strokes of the tip of his tongue opened the folds of my pussy, my moisture combining with his. My hips tilted, as if my body needed to release my clit from its protective hood. But Brian's licks continued to stop just short of this target.

My soft moaning resumed but my hip motion was not quite enough to force my clit to Brian's mouth. He pressed a little harder with his left hand to limit my movement. Then I felt the fingertips of his right hand lightly circling my entrance. Thankfully, it was only a moment before I felt them slid into me. With a gentle but firm pressure, he was exploring the walls of my front entrance, pressing down toward my other opening. The opposing pressure from both hands was causing my clit to strain even more against its covering. I felt Brian's breath again as his mouth descended onto my pussy, his lick starting near his fingers and, this time, did not stop as it approached my clit. My moaning got louder as I tried to not move while he circled and flicked my clit - slowly, then faster, then slowly again. I had to say the first words spoken between us since I had left for the spa. "Make me cum Brian! I need to cum!" With that, he covered my clit with his lips and began to rhythmically draw my clit between his lips with his sucking. The tension build up only lasted a few more seconds before the ecstasy of my contractions started. The strength of each contraction increased as my legs began to quiver and my stomach muscles clenched. My moans transformed into screams, wave after wave of pleasure spreading from my clit, through my pussy and rolling through every cell of the rest of my body. Things got bright and dark at the same time. There was no reality other than the pleasure Brian was giving me.

Finally the contractions and spasms began to quite, the bliss of satisfying release now the only awareness I had. Brian covered my pussy with the warmth of his mouth, protecting my sensations, allowing me to be in the moment. After a minute, maybe more, I stoked his hair with both hands. He looked up at me and gave a subtle smile. He then spoke his first words since this morning. "Happy Birthday Dez!"