Chapter 1
Today’s her 35th birthday. She grins at me, running her tongue across her lower lip.
She croons, “Today’s the day, right? I get my birthday wish? Right?”
I grimace, suck air through my teeth, and then reluctantly nod.
She grins; her nipples get hard. She chuckles that low, throaty snicker of hers, the one where I know she’s horny. She’s been horny a lot more since she turned thirty. Now, don’t get me wrong. I like it. A LOT. Her being horny is way better than the begging I had to do ten years ago. WAY better!
I tip my head toward our van. “Well, babe, let’s go pick him up! We’ve got a football game to watch, after all!”
She exudes a full-throated, heartwarming laugh that makes me smile. She grins ear to ear. “That’s better, babe. I like it when you smile, you sexy beast, you.”
I look at her. “Don’t you dare tell me later that I didn’t warn you when I told you how thick he is.”
She laughs again. She flirts with me when she says, “I’m looking forward to being sore, babe.”
A couple of years ago, we agreed to give the other one a free wish on their birthday. No restrictions, and no grudges held if the other doesn’t like the birthday wish made.
How was I going to know that her wish was going to be to fuck my best buddy? I was quarterback, and he was tight end in college. And his prick is the biggest, well, thickest, I have ever seen. He’s not THAT long, thank god. He would give my wife UTIs if he was long. Her little hunny-bunny isn’t that deep. I can massage her cervix with my fingertips when she’s feeling particularly frisky. She can cum just from me caressing her there. I know because I make a point of doing it to her a couple of times a month. Never fails to get her off, usually more than once.
She’s one of those wonderful women that make noise, lots of noise, when she is turned on, particularly when she’s cumming.
She playfully fondles my butt as we walk to our camper van. She pinches my butt cheek just before she crawls into the front passenger seat. “Sexy butt you have, babe,” she says with a little giggle.
I pop her sexy ass to get even. She pauses as I lift her dress slightly. I don’t have to lift it much to see that she has no panties on. Her pleated dress barely covers her cheeks. I feel myself harden when I stare at her hairless, naked cunt.
When she sits down, her nipples are like twin peaks. She knows I saw her naked booty under her skirt. She is definitely turned on. When she wears no bra, like today, her long nipples display her sexuality.
I shut my door. I look at her. “Slut!” I say.
She grins. “Prick!” she replies. Then she blows out a long breath. “I’m sloshy, baby. Positively sloshy! Let’s do this! Let’s get ‘er dun!”
About halfway to Mal’s apartment I look at her. “You’re really excited about this, babe. Is it just the size thing, or is it more?”
She looks at me, her intuition antenna on full detection mode. She pauses to phrase her answer. Then she leans over and kisses my cheek. “I love you, babe, more than words can describe. But I love that you trust me to do something like we … YOU … and … ME are about to do. I would never do it behind your back. NEVER! But since you’re game for this, I want to experience it. ALL of it!”
She looks out her window. “It’s like climbing a tall mountain. I wouldn’t want to do it every day, probably not more than one time in my life, in fact. But I think we all should experience the challenge of having conquered a mountaintop in our lives. If for no other reason than to prove to ourselves that we can do it. That we have it in us to do it, to finish.”
She looks back at me. “Does that make sense?”
I have to admit that it does. “Not to mention he’s got a gorgeous bod and cute butt?”
She giggles. “And that he’s gorgeous, thick, and black? Damn straight!” She puts her hand on my crotch. “Besides, you’re hard just thinking about watching your wife doing this. Your dick’s hard as steel.” She pats Mr. Mojo to make her point.
She’s right. I can even see a wet spot showing through my shorts, right near the tip of my hard dick.
Mal is sitting on his front step when we get there. He trots out to the van and opens the door. My wife slides over to make room for him. We paid extra to have a three-person seat up front. The two right seats, the passenger seats, both lay back so a passenger can take a nap if they choose to.
My wife gives Mal a titty-tight hug and a peck on his cheek. “Hey stud!” she says, looking him in the eye. They both tease each other like this all the time.
“Nice nipples, woman!” grinning from ear to ear, he teases right back while he stares at her twin peaks.
He and I fist bump, and we’re off.
