Goodbye Birthday Blues-Part 1.......
written by:
PurpleMistress

GOODBYE BIRTHDAY BLUES

It was another day, another dollar. Please forgive me the cliché, but work is a bit too stressful lately. I actually like my job, but my co-workers are really trying my patience. As parole officers, we are all supposedly equal colleagues. With budget cuts decimating our department, we have been forced to tend to our own administrative duties for the past 6 months. Supposedly some stimulus package money is coming our way, but our much needed relief seems unlikely today or tomorrow.

"Hey Christina, do you know the zip code for 422 Main Street, Trenton? I've got to send this letter to that jurisdiction in the Smith case today. " "Hey Johnson, it's called www.usps.com!" I think that this is the 10th time this month that I've had to help you remember that. "

This is what I'm talking about. Whether it's a critical piece of case information, or a mundane detail like a zip code, no one around here can make a damn decision on their own. Maybe I am the smartest and hardest working person in the department if I do say so myself. That's not vanity. These spineless knuckleheads prove it every day when the only woman in the department has to take them by the hand and walk them through everything. It's just like I say to my husband at home; "I am not your mother".

I dream of a man that can take me in hand and make all my decisions for me outside of work. I want a strong, forceful mind to let me know he's taking care of everything. All I have to do is follow orders and all the pleasure in the world will be mine. My husband used to be like that. His work has also been stressful lately, and it feels like he's crawled into a hole of his own and is of no use to me lately in this regard. Don't get me wrong. He's a good man, but life has been too pressure packed and a bit boring in the romance department. He knows I feel this way, but his promises to rectify the situation haven't materialized.

With all this on my plate, today is my birthday! I used to be fond of birthdays, but they haven't been too exciting the last few years. The hubby & I usually go to dinner and maybe a movie. I'd like something more exciting, but don't want to make another damned decision. I haven't decided what I'll do if it's the same old, same old this year too. I walk the same old death march from the train to our front door like I have so many times this month. As I put my keys on the hook and take my jacket off, I notice an incredible smell and my favorite jazz wafting throughout the house. Christian greeted me with a generous glass of my favorite Cabernet Sauvignon, a warm inviting kiss and a "Happy Birthday lover". There's just something so sexual and decadent about the red wines for me. I'll take them anytime over the whites that so many women seem to like. Here's the thing guys, if you want sex from me, get me a good Cabernet or Merlot. "What's that wonderful smell honey?" "It's your favorite; whole roast of filet mignon, garlic roasted potatoes, and a fresh garden salad." "This is a nice surprise. I thought we were eating out. You haven't cooked in ages." "It is your birthday baby. I've drawn a bath for you. I just put in the roast, and it will be ready with everything else in about 40 minutes."

After a quick kiss, and with my next half hour or so decided for me, I headed upstairs and took a healthy sip of my wine and let it gently coat my parched throat. The bathroom was to die for. Christian had set out and lit my favorite lavender scented candles. Other than the sensuous flicker of light, the bathroom was wonderfully dark. The red wine was beginning to have the desired effect and my hands lingered over my body as I undressed. I hadn't dipped a foot into the tub yet, but at least my pussy was beginning to dampen. After a couple of tugs on my nipples as I took off my matching purple lace bra and panties, I slid into a deliciously warm and oily bubble bath. Once again Christian was dead on with aloe and lavender bath oil. Another swallow of wine and I could no longer hold back. All the stress at work and my hubby was now making it all so easy for me. After grazing my nipples for awhile, my fingers stared the slow walk down my torso to their intended target. The bath oil made my fingers and pussy as slippery as I like. I slid my fingers all around my oily, wet opening, teasing myself without mercy. When I could stand it no longer, I plunged two fingers deep into my cunt. All this attention from my husband had me ready to go and I wanted to get off as soon as possible. I went to town with two fingers crammed impossibly far into my gash, and strummed my clit with my thumb. I alternated techniques. First I would thrust my fingers as deep as they'd go. Next I'd hook one or both and work on my g-spot. After about a minute or so the bath seemed hotter and my breathing was off the chart. By now I had closed my eyes and was frigging my pussy furiously. I splashed a candle out with the sloshing water. I almost immediately cried out my release as I continued to coax my pussy along. I could not believe how fast I'd just cum. As I opened my eyes, there was Christian smiling down at me. "Wow, honey, I'd love to step in that tub with you but dinner is almost ready. "

He took my wine from me and I thought he was going to help me out of the tub. Instead, the bastard took my last sip. Just as I was about to complain, he moved in for a kiss. While locking our mouths together, he drizzled the last swallow of wine into my eager mouth for me to savor. He moved away from me and set out two new towels for me. They were my first birthday gift. He had both a hand and body towel monogrammed for me in my favorite shade of purple. If the towels weren't such a thoughtful gift, I'd have been angry that he didn't hop in the tub and fuck me right then. My little tub exploration had me primed for anything my husband wanted of me. I got out, drained the tub and dried off. As I headed into the bedroom, I noticed that he'd laid out my second birthday gift with a new outfit for me. How glorious to have another decision made for me! A matching black bra and thong set was the perfect choice. The bra was flimsy enough so that I'd be showing off my nipples for him. He always loved my big chocolate nipples and when he was in one of his wild moods he would really work them over like he knew I wanted. My blouse and skirt were a matching set, these also in purple. What can I say, I love the color and he knows it. My outfit would certainly display all my charms to my husband.

I headed downstairs for my birthday meal and thought I heard conversation. Maybe it was the radio station? A glance at the dining room table revealed 3 place settings. What was going on? I walked cautiously into the kitchen to find Christian talking with my long time friend Katia. Katia twirled around and greeted me with "Happy Birthday girlfriend!" I had not seen Katia in almost 2 years. At one time we were inseparable. Working side by side as parole officers through stressful days she was my only friend in the department. She'd married a lawyer and he took my buddy away from me. I was happy for her though as she said he was a real prince to her. I'd recently shared with Christian that Katia was my only "girl" dalliance of my life. Her long legged, blond, Eastern European good looks were such a contrast to my caramel complexion that one night we just surrendered to the exotic feeling of it all. We were insatiable for at least 2 hours, but it was all so quick in the scheme of life. She almost immediately married her legal prince and moved away shortly thereafter. We kept in touch sporadically by email, Face Book or phone. Strangely, we never talked much about our sexual surrender to each other. We treated it in an unspoken way as a "last hurrah" now that she was married.

"Thank you hon, and it's so damn good to see your beautiful face again". It's been far too long and lonely without you being here in person. Her red dress with the impossibly low neckline accented her perfect C cup breasts. The hem was short enough to enjoy the fruit of her hard work in the gym she was known for. Her legs were as sublime as I remembered. We hugged (a bit lingering), and like the long lost sisters we were, went right into gabbing about everything under the sun. It was as though we'd never been apart. My emotions were running high and my libido was starting to become affected too. I always desired my Ukrainian bombshell and I began to think about tonight's possibilities. Maybe this birthday would turn out okay after all.

The three of us chatted non-stop throughout Christian's scrumptious epicurean feast. Our talk was only interrupted by a forkful of beef, a sip of wine, or a purposeful stare at each other's proudly displayed cleavage. All I could think about was licking and sucking my friend's nipples and making her scream like she did last time when I finally reached her liquid insides. Desert was simple. A nice Hagen Das mango sorbet was scooped into martini glasses and covered with a double shot of Grey Goose vodka pulled from the depths of our freezer. Katia took the proffered drink from Christian and sipped it slowly. She drove me wild by running her tongue around the rim of the glass and dipping it occasionally inside to lick the frosty orange goodness below. As he handed me mine, my hubby suggested we adjourn to the living room couch to finish our cocktails. We headed in and he would join us when he finished making his.

Katia sat down first in the middle of the couch so I had to sit next to her on the small 3 seater. The ice cream may have been cold, but when our legs touched, I swear my sorbet started to melt lol! As we continued to chat, Katia reached out and touched my shoulder and told me she had no idea why we never saw each other any more. After all, we were only a 2 hour drive away. She expressed happiness that Christian had emailed her about my birthday. The little sneak looked in my email account! Good thing I have been a faithful little wifey! Just as soon as we made a pact to see each other more often, she startled me by looking at her watch and announcing that she had an early flight and that she absolutely had to leave for an important job interview the next morning. I was absolutely crushed! Here I was with all these old feelings stirred up and I felt like she had dumped me off her lap and right onto my ass! Despite our insistence, she was gone inside of 10 minutes. We promised again that we'd see each other soon and it would be a sleep over this time. As she drove away in her late model sports car, I looked out onto our road longingly with tears gently rolling down my cheeks.

Between the wine, vodka and wet pussy, I was a mess. Christian like only he can, consoled me, led me upstairs, and promised me a massage. He laid me down and said he would be right back. He snuck a glass of ice from downstairs and hid it next to the bed when he returned. He sat me up and kissed me like he used to. He started slowly until I responded and then our union became more urgent. He lifted my top over my head and tossed it aside. He started his famous sensual massage on my shoulders. As I groaned into his magic hands he pulled up a lone finger and brushed aside my tears. And told me that I should be happy I renewed my friendship and I'd see her soon. He laid me back onto the bed again and unzipped and removed my skirt tenderly. He grabbed some lotion from the nightstand and rubbed it firmly and lovingly into my legs and arms for what seemed like hours. I was on fire now. My tears were gone and I wanted Christian to take me now. Sensing this, he pulled me toward him and pulled the cups of my bra down. My hardened nipples were defenseless against the attack he launched. After a few minutes of his erotic ministrations, I hadn't an ounce of breath in my lungs. He left me for just a second, only to readjust hi body and hands downward and yanked my panties off with a vengeance. Then he did what he did when we were first together that no man had ever done.

First he took a long, deep smell of my panties and groaned like an animal. Next he sank further onto his knees and lowered his face between my chocolate thighs and inhaled in the same way deep into my sodden pussy. Hi groan was wilder and more urgent this time. As I closed my eyes and surrendered to his plundering of my body, he shifted his weight on the bed and grabbed the earlier placed long, silk scarves that he'd tied to each of the four posts on our bed. Since I'm barely 5 feet and my Christian is about 8 inches taller with a body chiseled by endless push ups and other exercise, I was no match for his kidnapping of me. I was soon completely tied to the bed and unceremoniously blindfolded. That bastard had almost made me cum, now I was left dying for release. But who fuckin' cares? He was making all the decisions. My mind was free and my body was being taken like the complete slut I've always been. I heard clinking of ice in a glass and I whimpered at the thought of his soon to be cold touch. In a flash, there was ice was on each nipple, immediately replaced by a scorching tongue. Back and forth he went from one extreme to another until he did the unthinkable. He thrust his ice filled mouth flat down onto my pussy. I howled delight and pain all at the same time. My husband continued his torture by stopping completely.

I begged him to finish my cunt once and for all. What he said next shocked me. He told me he wasn't blind and he saw me lusting after Katia tonight. He knew I cried not just because my friend left, but she did so before I could have her. How did he know? Was I that obvious? He wanted to hear me tell him that I wanted to eat Katia and have her eat me. I told him I wasn't sure now that we were married. He refused to finish me off until I admitted it to him, even if under duress. The minute that I let the words "I want Katia in my bed as my lover" left my lips, his tongue plunged into my weeping mess of a black and pink cunt and wrested an immediate orgasm out of me. I climaxed like I had only once before, and that was back when we first dated and the sex was never more urgent. As my mouth remained open and I whined the rest of my cum out loud, I was all of a suddenly kissed so softly and lovingly. Oh heavens, if my baby is eating my pussy, who can that, be? Who's there I moaned into the stranger's mouth?

"Should we tell her?" snickered my husband. I heard no reply but felt a hand untying my blindfold. As my eyes blinked open, I was treated to a blond Ukrainian vision of loveliness. It was my dear friend and one time sweet little fuck mate Katia back from her phony exile. My husband had let her in the house when he retrieved the glass of ice. That sneaky bastard had planned this all along after I had told him of my once fling with my little blond temptress. I had been complaining about our love life lately and he knew he had to kick it up a notch. Boy did he ever!

"Please untie me baby" was my next plea to which Katia laughingly replied, "Not a chance, as you are our little love slave now". She rained kisses from my mouth down to my breasts while my husband resumed his assault on my cunt. The tender touch of a woman is so different from a man's yet I adore both. My husband was rocketing my pussy to an inevitable climax while Katia continued her loving touch to my nipples. As I started to get more excited she sensed what I needed and started to pinch my nipples with her manicured fingernails and alternate that with nipping them with her shielded teeth. My husband pulled his head up for a couple quick instructions for my blond lover.

"Work her tits over, Katia; the slut loves it rough when she's about to cum." Christian was holding nothing back tonight. It had been so long since he used our nasty fuck talk. She really stepped up her loving of my nipples and sucked big mouthfuls of my areole and breasts into her mouth. She would do this then pull off and pop and slurp my tits out of her mouth only to do it again and again. My husband worked two fingers into my cunt and really attacked my clit this time. He dipped down briefly to swipe my ass with his tongue. He went right back to my pussy and clit and started again in earnest. He gave me his finger to suck on and told me to wet it for my ass. I got it good and wet and gave it back to him just in time for him to nudge it gently but firmly into my sweet little pink star. With now two fingers on one hand spreading my pussy lips, the forefinger of his other hand in my ass, and his tongue latched onto my clit, Katia attacked my mouth with her tongue. We frenched like we did for almost all of our two hours together last time. I moaned my orgasm into my long lost lover's mouth as she and my husband took me over the top.

As they both cuddled with me, one on each side, they brought me down slowly until Katia spoke music to my ears as she said "I'll untie you slut, but it's my turn next". The exhausting day finally caught up to me and I dozed off, even if only for a bit.....