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Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost :  Birthday Surprise (mf rom.cons)

Birthday Surprise
by Dulcinea


Arriving home late, he looked around with expectation, knowing she had
to have planned something to commemorate his birthday.  After all, he'd
seen the box from the lingerie shop, and overheard whispers on the
telephone about a big night she was planning.  A surprise party, maybe,
but he would hate that.  Better she be dressed in something barely
there, laying next to a birthday cake on the kitchen table.  A German
chocolate cake, he thought, hanging his coat up in the closet.  His two
favorite desserts, side by side.

With a grin on his face, he stuck his head in the dining room,
immediately disappointed by the empty table.  She wasn't in the kitchen,
or the living room, either.  Well, she was probably lying seductively on
the bed, and if she was dressed, he'd have all the fun of unwrapping
her.  And if she wasn't dressed, well....  He could feel his cock
growing hard already.

She wasn't in the bedroom.  "Honey?" he called, walking through the
seemingly empty house.  "Honey?"

"In here!"  He headed for the back room, following the sound of her
voice.  He found her, dressed in one of his old shirts, a baggy pair of
jeans, and a scarf wrapped around her head.  Everything in the room was
covered with dropcloths, strange shapes he didn't know.  "Just painting
the spare room, like we've talked about."  She smiled, offering him a
paintbrush.  "Want to help?"

He looked at the brush, then back at her.  Suddenly, his hopes for a
wild night had disappeared.  "What about dinner?" he asked, trying not
to sound to disappointed.

"Dinner.  Hmmm...."  She shrugged.  "How about pizza?  I've got to get
this finished."

"But...."  He started to say something about his birthday, then stopped.
She'd forgotten.  "I'll call and order the pizza.  I guess."  He turned
and walked out of the room.  He could not believe that she'd forgotten!
He sighed, heading to their room to change clothes.  He may as well be
comfortable if he was going to be miserable.

"Pizza," he called, after he'd paid the delivery boy and closed the
door.  He dropped the box on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.
Maybe something was on T.V.  He could hear her rustling around in the
kitchen, the water running as she washed up.  "Bring me a pop." he
called.

He was flipping through the channels as she walked in the room, and he
didn't notice her until she sat down and crossed her legs.  Long, lovely
legs, in sheer black hosiery, a dainty gold anklet dangling over the
heel of some very sexy pumps.  He let his eyes follow the long leg up to
the sexy white flesh of her thighs, peeking out from under her very
short skirt.

She wore a lace bustier that showed her dark nipples clearly, her hair
falling in lovely curls on her shoulders.  Handing him a can of soda,
she leaned back into the couch cushions, a big smile on her face.
"Happy birthday, lover," she said.

"You did remember!"  He stroked her calves, enjoying the feel of the
nylons on her skin.  Running his hands up her legs, he squeezed the soft
flesh of her thighs, his hopes returning.  "Let's skip the pizza and go
straight to bed."

"Skip the pizza?  I hate cold pizza!"  Opening the box, she pulled out a
slice, the cheese stretching, and handed it to him.  She took one for
herself and took a bite off the end.  An errant piece of sausage tumbled
off the pizza, landing with a greasy splat in the deep well between her
breasts.  She dropped the pizza on the lid of the box, then looked up at
him with mock despair.  "Oooh!  My hands are greasy.  You'd better help
me get that out."

"Gladly!"  He dropped his own piece and took her by the shoulders,
pulling her towards him.  With his tongue, he dug the piece of sausage
out from between her breasts, licking the sides of her breasts, running
his tongue along the lacy edge of the bustier.

He could feel her hands at the opening of his jeans, freeing his
semi-erect cock, her fingers stroking the head, making it grow stiff
quickly.  It didn't take him long to figure out how to free her breasts,
gently squeezing them together with his hands, licking the nipples with
broad strokes of his tongue.  Shifting underneath him, she brought her
legs up around his waist, guiding his cock into her wet pussy.

He started slow, pushing the length of his cock into her pussy, then
pulling it almost completely out before plunging back in.  Her
fingernails in his back signified the approach of her first orgasm, her
body thrusting back up at him as she climaxed.  Nuzzling his face
between her breasts, he licked the space between them again, sucking on
the tender undersides before starting back on her nipples again.

He began to thrust into her faster, harder, his own breathing growing
faster as he fought to keep control.  When he felt her pussy muscles
begin to constrict around him once again, he let go, groaning loudly as
he shot his cum inside her.

Collapsing on top of her, he kissed her neck, her face, letting his body
relax.  "Oh honey, that was great.  What a great birthday."

"Well, I had to do something to make you forget how old you're getting."
He could hear the laughter in her voice.  Stretching her arm to reach
the pizza, she plucked a piece of pepperoni off, dropping it on her
still hard nipple.  "Anyway," she said, as he snatched the pepperoni
with his teeth, his tongue darting out to lick the nipple clean, "the
night's not over.  We're going to make this an even better birthday."

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