Birthday outfit

[Latina]

Tomorrow's my 51st birthday. My Frank always turns my birthday into a multi-day celebration. He started yesterday with flowers, a lovely card, and a book about everything that happened the year I was born (1950). He also made me a tasty home-cooked dinner complete with the sparkling cider we love so much (we don't drink alcohol, not even champagne).

I know my husband always buys my very sexy things to wear whenever we have a special celebration like this (in 5 years of marriage, I have built up a WONDERFUL collection of the sexiest lingerie), so I've been working out to keep myself shapely (5'2". 38C-28-36, 130 pounds) so I could slip into whatever he buys me this time. This morning, he gave me an early birthday present: the sexy new black dress shown here (photo from the package it came in; sorry, the model is not me). The shiny, stretchy material fits women 4'10" to 5'10" and up to 170 pounds, so it fits me VERY comfortably, and hugs and accents every curve. I'm not rail-thin like the model, but my husband says my curves make me look much more feminine and desirable (doesn't he just say the SWEETEST things?).

I love how this new super-short dress zips all the way down the front so I can slowly, teasingly unzip it and thus mercilessly tease his lovely 8" cock (he doesn't mind my being a cockteaser--I LOVE that word--because I always follow through and deliver on what my teases promise to him).

To go under this dress, he also bought me a black satin and lace G-string, black satin garter belt, and black fishnet stockings, but NO bra. He wants me to wear it all for him tonight, which of course I will. I've already tried it on and I just LOVE that tarted-up look it gives me. He says he wants to slowly strip me of everything but my garter belt and fishnets, eat me through my satin panties before removing them, and give me lots of loving foreplay, then slowly slip into me precisely at the stroke of midnight, at the very first moment of my birthday, gradually slipping in deeper and deeper until he is lovingly pounding my slippery inner walls just the way he knows that I like it: hot, fast, and furious. He wants to feel my satin garter belt rubbing against his waist and my stocking-encased legs wrapped around his butt (and such a firm, hunky, muscular butt it is). He paints such a lovely verbal and mental picture, no? I can hardly wait, and I'm already all randy inside with anticipation.

How wonderful to have such a loving and thoughtful husband who also happens to be very well hung and very skilled. How did I get so lucky? Damn, I can hardly wait until tonight, I'm just going crazy, all I can think about is how much I want to slip into my sexy new outfit and get thoroughly, mind-numbingly fucked for my birthday.

In the package with this outfit was a card. On the front it says "If I give you what you REALLY want for your birthday..."

Inside the card is a picture of a well-hung stud with his thick, hard cock resting atop a gift box, and "...Do you promise to use it EVERY day?" the card asks. Yes, I promised Frank, I will cetainly use THAT gift every day...starting tonight. How do I wait another 12 hours without going totally crazy with my building and impatient lust for his 8" long, two-inch-thick one-eyed trouser snake? He and his gift and his promise have made me SO horny! I'm just about climbing the WALLS here, I'm SO much in heat right now. I really gotta go now and do something to calm myself and relieve some of this sky-high sexual tension. Think I'll go have a bubble-bath and play with myself until I come into the sudsy water.

Bye, y'all.

-- Latina

 

[batter]

hope you enjoy your birthday Latina

and congratulations, even though i know i am a day early.
sounds like it will be a fun time for you and Frank.
have a great birthday!!

 

[Latina]

I took my bath this morning, and it really calmed me down and relieved my intolerably-high lustful tension. My lust juices washed away in the sudsy bubble-bath water.

I then slipped into my new outfit: the black satin G-string panties, matching black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, and finally the zip-all-the-way-up-the-front black dress. I felt so sexy. I decided to go out and see what reaction I get. I stopped at the grocery store for a few staple items I needed, and I was very aware of the appreciative looks men were given me (and the daggers other women's eyes shot at me). I knew my honey would be very pleased with how I look when he gets home from work tonight.

I then decided to try out this outfit in our favorite local sex shop. The proprietor and the guys browsing kept stealing lusty glances over at me, so I knew I lookled hot for my man for our planned midnight tryst tonight. At this store, I found a man's tuxedo G-string similar to the one he already has, only this one has tails in the back, and matching bowtie and shirt cuffs. I closed my eyes and pictured my man in it. I licked my lips and let out a loud "Mmmmm!" at the mental image of my guy dressed-up like a male stripper.

"Can I help you, miss?" the proprietor asked, moving in on me like a hungry vulture.

"Oh yes, I just HAVE to buy these for my guy," I gushed. "This will look SO hot on him!"

The proprietor got this jealous look at the mention of my having a steady man. "He's very lucky to have a looker like you who thinks he's sexy and buys him sexy things."

"No, I'm the LUCKY one. I've had the same hunk in my bed for five years, and my pussy couldn't BE any happier!" I am usually not this forward face-to-face with a stranger, but my new outfit I was wearing, the outfit I was buying for him, and the environment of being in the sex shop made me speak out loosely and boldly.

Now I am back home, still in my new slut outfit, looking at his naughty new tuxedo G-string, dreaming of giving it to him, picturing him wearing it, remembering his promise to usher in my birthday with a midnight fuck, and getting all randy all over again. And I still have to wait another five hours before we get to play, and ten hours before it's midnight. I'm not quite as horny as I was before my bath this morning, but I'm getting there. Damn this interminably long wait for him!

Here's a photo of him the LAST time I bought him a sexy new outfit, for Valentine's Day. You can see why he's worth waiting for.

-- Latina

 

[Latina]

My man finally got home from work about 7 p.m. on Thursday, the night before my birthday. I greeted him in my tarted-up outfit that he had bought me (see above): the tight black dress that unzips all the way down the front, the black satin G-string underneath, the black fishnet stockings, and the slutty black strappy high-heels. As he enterd the door, I threw my arms around him and gave him a big, loving smooch. He stepped back to admire me in my slutty tramp outfit, so I teasingly pulled the front zipper down part way to show him LOTS of cleavage and make it obvious that I had on no bra underneath. He then leaned in to kiss me appreciatively, first on the mouth, and then deep in my cleavage. As we held each other, I could feel his hunky cock start to stir and press up against me. This was going to a memorable birthday!

We hugged and kissed for, oh, I don't know, five minutes? Half an hour? Two hours? Who can tell time when your pussy is getting wet, your clit is throbbing, and you can feel you lover's two-inch-thick cock hardening through the fabric of his trousers, as his long, talented tongue lovingly dances and swirls in your welcoming mouth, with unspoken promises of where his tongue would explore later?

Finally, he broke away and excused himself to go use the restroom. That is JUST what I had been counting on. I had left a box on his sink, with the gift that I had bought for HIM, which I hoped would turn out to be a wonderful present for ME for MY birthday. A note on the box, written in my reddest lipstick, said simply "Please wear this."

Inside the box was the outfit I had bought him earlier that afternoon, at our favorite sex shop: white shirt cuffs, white collar, black bowtie, and black G-string with a tux and bowtie design on the front. He took a while, but when he finally emerged from the bathroom, my private Chippendale dancer looked even more magnificently studly than I had even imagined.

The photo says it all! Isn't he just DELICIOUS? Don't you just want to EAT HIM UP? I know that's what I wanted to do on first seeing him dressed like this!

I couldn't resist leaning in close and kissing, licking, and nibbling his magnificent hairy chest, then working my kisses ever further downward. I wanted to kiss him through his G-string, pull it down, and start licking and sucking. How I hungered to taste him! But he had other ideas. He scooped me up in his strong arms, and carried me to our bed like some sort of romance novel lover. My legs dangled in midair beyond his arms as he carried me, and I kicked my legs around joyously, putting up a mock struggle when what I really wanted was for his to ravish me completely and thoroughly, the way a romance novel heroine always gets ravished. He was still in his studly Chippendale dancer outfit, and I was licking my lips like mad, practically drooling at the prospect of his horny 8 inches down my throat, up my pussy, and in my ass. I wanted him to fuck me everywhere at once, and to fuck me hard, and to fuck me NOW, and to fuck me over and over all through my birthday. If we never left our bed all night and all day Friday, I would be the happiest birthday girl on the planet!

All these thoughts raced through my mind as he gently laid me down on my back on the cool sheets. He slowly unzipped my new slut dress, stroking and kissing his way down my torso as he slowly, tauntingly unzipped me. I twitched and moaned, and when he stopped with only about the lowest inch of my dress still zipped, I groaned in frustration. But then his fingers snaked down into my panties and began swirling around in my thick, dark bush. I squirmed and writhed and moaned. I grabbed his wrist, but much as I tried, I simply could not overpower him to force his hand to move down lower and faster in my panties.

His hand withdrew from inside my skimpy little black satin panties, and I just about screamed with frustration. I was hanging right on the very precipice of the most intensely powerful orgasm imaginable, so why did he withdraw? But then he unzipped the last inch of my tramp dress, to plant a kiss directly on the tiny triangle of satin at the front of my G-string. His tongue licked and pushed the satin into the entrance of my juicy slit. I thrust my ass high up off the mattress and pressed my horny twat up tight against his handsome, loving face. His fingers impatiently, almost roughly, pushed the satin panties aside and his tongue dove into my slit, gently at first, then with increasing fury, then he licked up to my stiff, throbbing clit. I was thrashing around on the bed like a woman possessed. Just when I thought I couldn't stand another second of this exquisite torture, his tongue withdrew from my pussy entirely!

He turned around as if positioning for a 69, and in my mind I was cheering "all RIGHT!" I was remembering how he had proposed to me five years ago in the middle of a hot, sexy, passionate 69, and after I said yes, I couldn't resist gobbling-up his cock whole and swallowing burst after burst after burst of his delighted jism.

But this time, the 69 was not to be. He busied himself removing my barely-there strappy high-heels, and kissed and sucked my toes right through my fishnet stockings, then slowly kissed his way up over my ankle, my calf, my raised knee, my inner thigh, and finally back to kissing my exposed, wide-open, and dripping pussy.

Then he sucked my clit up into my mouth and began licking and nibbling on my oh-so-sensitive love button. With one final upward thrust and squirm of my hips, I pressed myself tight and hard against his loving lips and tongue. And then I burst from the deepest recesses of my pussy, from the deepest recesses of my soul. I came and came and came, endlessly writihing and moaning in the sheer pleasure of it all, joyously kissing his legs, his ass, anywhere my mouth would reach as my hand stroked his big, throbbing hard-on right through his faux-tux G-string. This was absolutely bliss, and I remembered now why I so enjoy being married to my studly Frank! As usual with him, I was being loved the way every woman WANTS to be loved, the way every woman DESERVES to be loved, the way no previous lover had ever even come CLOSE to loving me.

Whew, gotta catch my breath here. Getting all hot and steamy just remembering all of this! I'll send this off and get back to you with the rest in a few minutes, after I regain my calm and composure. In the meantime, enjoy my photo of my scrumptuous Frank aka my own private Chippendale Dancer!

-- Latina

 

[Latina]

Hi,

Back again to finish my birthday tale.

After he ate me to uncounted thrashing, moaning, squirming, ecstatic orgasms, Frank casually slipped my slut tramp shoes back on my feet. He slid my panties, which he had hastily pushed aside, back in place over my drenched pussy, as if that tiny triangle of satin had any hope of soaking-up all the thick pussy juices still pouring out of my steamy slit. I stretched my arms high above my head and purred like the contented little pussy I am.

Still dressed in the studly outfit I had bought him, he just lay beside me, admiring my panties, my bare breasts outlined by my open and unzipped dress, and, mostly my fishnet-encased legs and trampy high heels. The attached shows me about a year ago, in stockings, not fishnets, and a different pair of heels, but it gives you some idea what I looked like at this point, as I wondered what sexy move my talented husband/lover would make next to make my birthday so very memorable.

He got up and slipped a tape in the VCR. It is called Cabin Fever, and is about a divorced woman who spends a weekend in her rented cabin in the woods to paint. At the request of the cabin owner, a handyman shows up to make repairs around the house. He is handsome, dressed in leather, and riding a motorcycle. But it is a hot summer day, and soon he is working around the house shirtless. She can't help but notice, and daydream about him. Her hand slips into her panties as she fantasizes about him, and soon she is writhing and moaning as I had been doing only moments before.

As we watched the tape, my Frank slipped his hand into my panties, as the woman on our TV screen was doing to herself, but I was luckier than her. My hand was free to play, not with my own pussy, but with my husband's gorgeous cock. I stuffed my hand all the way down the front of his tux G-string, and wrapped my little fist around his two-inch-thick, hard , throbbing, pulstaing love muscle. I began slowly and rhytmically pumping my little fist all the way up and down his massive 8-inch shaft. I loved how he was squirming and moaning beneath my hand's onslaught.

As the woman on screen provided sound-effects of heavy breathing and moaning, I couldn't resist sliding Frank's G-string off his legs, and licking my way up his shaft, my tongue swirling around and around his beautiful and enticing 6-1/2 inch circumference. So big, so hard, so INVITING! In fact, I decided to accept the unspoken invitation, and wrapping my lips around his one-eyed trouser snake, I let my mouth slide down and ever further down his shaft, sucking and licking and moaning as his hardness filled more and more and more of my mouth and began its loving journey down my throat. I sucked and sucked and sucked. I just COULD not get enough of my man! What a loving way he has of starting-off my birthday. OK, so my birthday was still 30 minutes away, we were celebrating a little early. I remembered his promise to slip his hardness into me precisely at the stroke of midnight, so that I would start my birthday with the hard, pounding fuck I desired and desrved. So I decided that I could hang in there, sucking and teasing and loving and thoroughly enjoying his cock, for another 30 minutes.

But he didn't play fair. He slid my panties down my legs and completely off of me, then slid his finger into me and began slowly, gently stroking along my G-spot. He knows I can't last long when he does that to me, and that it gives me an even more intense and uncontrollable orgasm than even clitoral stimulation. As his finger stroked my G-spot harder and faster, I reciprocated by sucking him harder and deeper down my throat, and swirling my tongue around his thick girth ever faster and more frantically.

My hips thrust and bucked and squirmed one last time, and I came with my most intense orgasm of the whole evning, just as he emptied burst after after burst after burst of warm, tasty seed past my lips, over my tongue, and down my throat. I gulped and swallowwed rapidly and repeatedly, not wanting to miss even one drop of my hunky man's sweetness. This was MY birthday, after all, and I deserved to enjoy it all I could!

His post-orgasmic cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed in my mouth, and I loved how he quivered and shook from head to toe as those final few drops dribbled out of him and onto my happy little tastebuds. I loved that he stayed almost fully hard in my mouth even after blasting SO much warm come down my throat.

I slowly, gently backed my mouth off of him, still sucking and licking as I retreated. I then kissed the head of his cock and then I slowly, lovingly, teasingly licked all the spilled come off his cock head and shaft.

I glanced over at the bedside alarm clock. 11:59 p.m. One minute until my birthday. I grabbed his thick, hard cock in both hands, and guided him to my moist, slippery entrance. He slowly eased the first inch past my hungry pussy lips. Then the second.

"Hurry," I half-cooed, half-moaned, "only 30 seconds left!" Another inch, two inches, effortlessly slid past my wet pussy lips. I squeezed my pussy muscles tight, forcing him in deeper and faster. His thick cock pressed tightly against my inner walls, a perfect and so snug fit. He pressed down hard as yet another inch of throbbing cock slid down into me. 15 seconds to go. With my trampy high heels still on my feet, I wrapped my stocking-encased legs around his firm, manly butt, as my shoes pushed him down deeper and harder into me. 10 seconds..9..8..

The last inch slipped and preessed and thrust and throbbed its way into me just as the hands of the alarm clock loudly clicked to 12. He kissed me sweetly, then passionately, whispering "Happy birthday, honey" as his tongue snaked into my mouth, and his cock slowly slid back up out of me. He slowly eased himself into me. With each in-and-out-stroke, he sped up ever so slightly. By about 50 strokes, he was no loonger slipping in and out slowly, but at a mosderrately fast pace.

"Fuck me," I whispered. Then louder, in a conversational volume, "Fuck me." Then shouting: "FUCK me!"

"Oooohhhhhhhh, YYYYYYYEEEESSSSS!" the actress on screen and I moaned in unison.

By about 100 or 150 strokes, Frank was really pounding me fast and furious and without mercy as my arms and legs wrapped very tightly around him and squezed him tight. He drove in and out of me with a pounding, hard-driving fury. I glanced up at the TV, and the handiman was banging the artist just as hard, and she was moaning and smiling and loving every minute of it, just as I was.

"Ohhhhhhh!" the TV blared as the heroine of Cabin Fever gyrated on the brink of orgasm.

Just then, Frank swirled his thumb over my clit and slid his middle finger up my ass, as his wonderful cock slammed me mercilessly.

"Ohhhhhhh!" I loudly echoed the TV.

His fingers continued to play with my clit and ass he relentlessly fucked me. Now his tongue slid into my mouth, and that was the coup-de-grace. I bucked and writhed and moaned and oozed my come all over his cock. My orgasmic release instantly triggered his own, and as he slammed down deep and hard into me for one last time, he came inside me powerfully, forcefully, and so lovingly. He slowly backed in and out of me now, still French-kissing me, as his cock continued to pulse and throb and dribble come way down deep inside of me.

"Happy birthday," he whispered again.

We lay in each other's arms, his deeply-buried cock rhythmically throbbing inside of me as my pussy muscles squeezed and squeezed and squeezed him, never wanting to let him go, EVER.

Later that day, I changed into my mid-length purple dress with the slit all the way up my outer thigh. I paired this with matching purple ear-rings. We ate lunch at our favorite Italian restaurant, the same restaurant where he first swept me off my feet and into his bed (if I'd known how great that first time would be, I wouldn't have waited until our fourth date!), and where we had our wedding reception five years ago. Memories of our first tryst, and of his turning a sexy 69 into an unforgettable marriage proposal, flooded back into my mind.

We slowly enjoyed our leisurley shrimp and pasta lunch, but secretly I wanted to rush through it and climb back into bed for more of my man's loving treatment. Luckily for me, he had similar ideas.

On the way home, we stopped at my favorite Chinese bakery. I like Chinese cakes, they are not so disgustingly sweet and sugary as the typical American cake. I picked out a two-layer cake that was mango and kiwi, with whipped cream frosting and decorated on top with strawberries, cherries, and peaches.

All the way home, we kept straing lovingly, lustfully, longingly into each other's eyes.

No sooner did we get home from the bakery, then he pushed me down onto the floor, pulled up my skirt, unzipped his pants, and nailed me right then and there on our living-room carpet. The urgency with which he fucked me now was exhiliariting, breathtaking.

"Happy birthday, baby," he whispered, pulling me up to my feet and lovingly embracing me. He lay down on the couch, and invited me to join him. I leaned over him, and tugged his unzipped and open pants down his legs and completely off of him. I hurriedly removed my dress, and straddling his legs, I slowly sank my wide-open pussy lips down over his still-stiff love pole, riding him ever faster and harder into mutual ecstasy. As he thrust his hips upward and drove deep up into me, I came, and he came a split-second later, once more whispering "Happy birthday, sweetie."

Yes, it WAS a happy birthday.

Eventually, we got up and hand-fed each other birthday cake, just as we had hand-fed each other cake at our wedding reception five years ago.

I went back to our room, and slipped back into my zip-down-the-front tramp dress. Nothing else, no panties, no stockings, no shoes. He slipped back into the tux G-string, and nothing else, and we slipped back into bed, cuddling and kissing and rubbing our covered genitals against each other. After a brief nap, we stripped each other, and he lovingly fucked me in the ass, with ever greater speed and passion. His right hand snaked across my hips and waist to slip two loving fingers into my pussy, one finger exploring all over my inner walls as his other finger mercilessly teased my G-spot. He pounded my ass until he came, and I moaned and let loose a volley of my own come all over his exploring, deeply-probing fingers.

"Are you having a good birthday?" he grinned.

"The BEST," I smiled, turning my neck to kiss him. "YOU are the best!"

"I love you!" we both sang out in unison.

Hope you all have great birthdays this year, too.

-- Latina

 

[Problem Child]

What the fuck is the picture with the fake dick and the polar bear?

If you're gonna fake all these pictures, why don't you at least practice a little and develop a modicum of skill at it?