Happy 40th

In January I was searching for a way to make my husbands 40th birthday really special.  Some of our friends have thrown big parties for their spouses but Jon has never been much for parties.  I hinted around and even flat out asked what he wanted but I couldn’t get even one simple request from him.  I discussed my predicament with a couple of girlfriends on a lunch date and the conversation got a little raunchy.  All the girls told me that if I wanted a special birthday that I had to get my man in his birthday suit and give him a night to remember.

Jon and I have a pretty good sex life, in my opinion anyway, but I knew he had one request that had never been filled.  I am a shy person and probably more conservative than I need to be.  Anyway, I have given him a few blow jobs over the years.  I certainly didn’t mind giving him another one on his birthday but I had another idea that would rock his world.  You see, I have never let him go down on me.  He has kissed his way up my legs a million times but then I get nervous and that’s as far as it goes.  I’m scared of a couple of things, first that he will be repulsed by the smell and, second that my coarse hairs will cause him to gag.  This birthday I resolved to conquer my fears and treat my man to the sex he craves.

I couldn’t bring myself to go to a salon for a professional waxing so I decided to do it myself.  I haven’t been hairless in that area since I was 11 but the more I thought about the prospect the more excited I became.  I did the waxing a couple of days ahead of time just in case everything became sore (which it did somewhat) and didn’t let him past first base until his b’day.

When his big day arrived I was so nervous I thought I would pass out, however, I realized that I was just as excited as nervous.  I took a nice hot shower after putting the kids to bed and had my first orgasm of the day before getting out.  This was getting good, it’s not very often I can bring myself to a climax.  I dried off with a towel but my lady parts were wetter than on my wedding night.   I had purchased a red negligee for the occasion it had cute little spagetti straps over the shoulders and ended just at the top of my thighs.

I stepped into the bedroom, closed (and locked) the door and looked over at my man.  His eyes were popping out of his head and he hadn’t seen anything yet.  We began to kiss and I removed every piece of his clothing before I let him remove my only piece.  His dick was as hard as it has ever been and I kissed his penis swirling my tongue around the head before I dropped the spagetti straps off my shoulders letting my lingerie fall to the floor.  He hungrily suckled my breasts as his hands explored my body.  I was shivering with anticipation as I waited for him to get to my smooth hairless pussy.  The look in eyes said it all as I laid on my back and spead my legs for his enjoyment.

Little did I realize that I would get a much bigger treat that he would.  His tongue quickly brought me to a mind blowing orgasm followed by a second.  I was begging for his penis at this point and he finally gave it to me.  I shoved him onto his back and impaled myself on him.  I was never so aware of my sexuality as that night.  My breasts bounced as he sucked my nipples, both of his hands cluthing my ass.  I rode him hard and we finished in a mutual climax.

It was the best night of sex we have ever had.  I don’t know why I waited so long to enjoy this pleasure with him but I will never have hair in between my legs again!