Special Birthday ~ Ignite Story

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. 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 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. Instinctively, I 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. They were a vibrant crimson red floral lace triangle connected to thin straps. The red was the same shade as my heels. There were earrings, a necklace and ruby ring he had given me two years ago, 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. Then I turned on some earth sounds on Pandora and settled into the comfort of the water. Gradually, the feelings of calm and comfort replaced all the normal activities of my mind. But then 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 stepped between the straps and pulled them up my legs and over my hips. After some adjustment, I decided that the triangle was too small to cover my pussy completely. 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 caused 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. Thankfully, I get to spend time at the fitness center, though I find the lunges and squats tedious and 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 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. What I saw reflected there I liked and 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 nightstand 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. He 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 not to stare as I tried to be discreet in the short dress. I slid into the back seat of the luxury sedan.

As Brian had said in his note, the ride into town was about 25 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 the tag on his lapel 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 me that it had already been taken care 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. That led to a gorgeous lounge and restaurant. Alex told me that Brian had asked that I take a seat at the far end of the bar until he arrived. The lounge was fairly full, with most of the bar seats occupied. But 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!

Following Alex’s directions, I took the last seat. 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. 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 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 was 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 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 but made no move to come join me at the bar. He smiled again. 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 again, pausing briefly at my neckline before proceeding to the hem of my dress draped across the thighs of my crossed legs. At the angle of my chair, I suspected that my hem retreated toward my hip. That made my upper thigh 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. 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. His look assured me that he saw I was wearing the red lace panties he had 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 up at Brian, his gaze had moved 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 straightened again and took another sip of my drink, he did not reciprocate. This time, his eyes were glued to the red triangle framed by my thighs and dress. After at least a minute, maybe two, I crossed my legs again. As his stare traveled higher, I casually used my left hand to tug at my nipple protruding against the material of my dress.

We both finished our drinks. The bulge in his pants was quite visible by now. But with a little adjustment, he stood and walked over to me. He gave 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 passing between us, 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 enjoyed the feel of 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 windows filling two walls. The view over the city was spectacular. My bag and Brian’s sat on a bench by a small table that also held 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. Next, I felt his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck, and his bulge against my back. I tilted my head to receive his warm, moist kisses. His hands slowly slid from my hips to my tummy and higher until they cupped my breasts through the fabric of my dress. Gently holding them, he massaged the soft mounds, 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. His hands glided through the deep neckline, and I thrilled at his touch. No longer obstructed by the material of the dress, my breasts responded to his light caresses. Every nerve in them tingled. Each tender tug on my nipples focused my craving for more. Finally, he slowly slid the thin straps off my shoulders and nudged the dress down my hips until it puddled 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. I was clothed only in 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. He took off his jacket and then his shirt. Then he stepped out of his shoes as I worked to get his belt and pants undone. Only a few seconds passed, but it seemed like forever before I lowered his pants and pulled off his socks, kneeling in front of him.

His boxer briefs were straining to contain his magnificent cock and swollen balls. I used my nails to lightly caress his ballsack and trace his rigid shaft through the material. Then I ran 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 and eased the elastic over his engorged cock. His cock sprang free as I slid the briefs 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 his pulsing veins against my lips and tongue, as I lightly traced them from base to tip.

Looking up at him again, I tilted my head to take his head between my lips. I stretched them over that beautiful ridge and down his shaft. My mouth opened wide to receive my husband. I can only get about a third of Brian into my mouth, but it doesn’t matter. He loves the sensation of my lips stretching over his ridge and my tongue massaging the 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 pulled me up. He 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.

He took my arms and raised them over my head, holding them there for a moment. Then his hands slid down to cup the sides of my breasts. He kissed me on my mouth again and then moved lower, over my necklace, 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 bit of suction. When both nipples were completely hard and swollen, he moved 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 them 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 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 stroked with his fingernail, the lace seemed to vibrate, increasing the sensitivity of the cleft 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 previously 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 each of my lips, he pressed with 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 they slid into me. With a gentle but firm pressure, he explored the walls of my front entrance, pressing down toward my other opening. The opposing force 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 started near his fingers and, this time, did not stop as it approached my clit. My moaning grew louder as I tried not to 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. He began to draw my clit rhythmically 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 spread from my clit, through my pussy, and rolled 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 quiet, 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 stroked 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!”

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