My Birthday Surprise (Part 1)

This week marks my 35th birthday and, unfortunately, it has been years since I have received a birthday gift that I can OLDER LADER CLEAVAGEactually remember.  It’s funny how as we age we can remember the cool toys we received as kids however, when we become adults, birthdays simply become another day and the gifts our spouses and kids purchased with our own money  often begin to lack originality.  I was prepared for another day that would mirror the birthdays that had passed over the last decade.  My wife was determined to make sure I remembered my 35th.

My wife woke me early on Friday for my birthday surprise.  I had taken the day off and was hoping to get a little sleep so when she woke me I tried to cover my head and go back to sleep.  She was persistent in her efforts to wake me and informed me she had a surprise for me today.  I smiled hoping she was going to crawl back into bed with me, instead she threw me a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt.  Happy birthday to me, we were on our way to my Mother-in-law’s house.

When we pulled in the driveway she told the kids to get their bags out of the trunk and carry them into the house.  I was confused and it clearly showed on my face.  “Relax, I have everything under control” my wife informed me.  “While I walk the kids in reach under your seat and read the card I hid under it.”  She vanished as I reached under the seat to retrieve what I realized was my birthday card.  The card laid out the basic plan for our weekend.  To my surprise, my wife has booked a hotel room at a fine hotel on River Street for the weekend with a great view of the river and the street below.  While we love the mountains and abhor the coast, Savannah holds a special place for us.  As a teen, my wife spent a long summer in the city and I have an infatuation with the history and architecture of the city.  It is a great place for us to visit.  I quickly grew excited for a weekend away in a great town with amazing food!  I never would have guessed exactly what my wife had planned.

As we drove east, we spent the first part of our ride discussing the week’s events, what happened at work, and what we will have to complete when we get back.  With no real itinerary other than getting to Savannah, we made plans to stop and grab a quick bite in our old college town, it brought back fond memories of easier times and an earlier trip to Savannah as newlyweds.  The reminiscing is making us feel young again, something much needed.  In many ways, life had drained us over the years.  With work, kids, sports, and school we were burning the candle at both ends.  We enjoyed burgers and drinks at one of our favorite hangouts during our time in school. It was great to have a meal like this.  If this were the extent of my birthday, I would have been pleased.

As we hit the road after dinner, it became clear that old memories and a drink at dinner had warmed my wife up a little.  She was laughing about what used to be and smiling in a way that I had not seen since we were undergrads.  I could not help but to notice that she was purposely letting the dress she was wearing ride up her thigh.  As I tried to balance my thoughts and vision between the road and the dress, which was exposing more of her upper thigh each minute, I felt her put her hand on my knee.  This is not that unusual as I will rest my hand on her knee while driving from time to time as well.  What happened next on a long stretch of isolated interstate was not part of our usual travel routine.

I could feel my wife’s hand slowly start to make its way toward my crotch and, with each inch she moved, the tension started to build inside me.  As her hand moved directly upon me, I realized that I need to focus on the task at hand and not the task in her hands or else we will never make it to Savannah.  She began to stroke my on top of my jeans.  “It looks as though I have your attention” she said and I quickly confirm that she did indeed have my divided attention.  “Good” she replied as she removed her hand from me.  What came next next was completely out of nature for her yet a welcomed excitement for me.  Slowly she pulled her dress further toward her crotch, bunching the material at her waist.  I was shocked by a realization, during dinner when she had excused herself to the restroom, just before we hit the road, she had removed the thong she was wearing.  Sitting in the seat next to me was my wife, dress hiked up, exposing her recently waxed treasure to me.  I could not help but to stare.

She looked at me with a look I had not seen in years and said, “You focus on driving… no matter what I do.”

With that she slid her hands down her body finding that sweet spot where her legs meet.  I looked over and could see her fingers circling her clit.  “Eyes on the road” she told me.  Knowing that was an impossible task, I kept one eye on the road and the other on her.  It was not long before her breathing increased and she began to writhe in the seat.  With her free hand, she began to rub her breasts and started to moan.  Over the next three minutes, the moaning grew and finally my wife erupted.

“Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Oh THAT’S IT that feels so good!” and with that her body eased up and she slid her dress back down smiling.  With that she lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked the wetness off them one by one.  She returned her hand to me but with no movement.

She said, “You will have to wait, I have other things in store for you.”  I could feel the bulge in my pants pressing against her hand but it was clear no relief was in sight.  The thought of pulling onto a side road and taking her then and there crossed my mind however knowing little of the area between where we were and our ultimate destination, I decided the best course of action was to speed up and get to Savannah faster.

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