"Baby please don't finish yourself off without me."
"You'd better get here fast then."
"What about dinner, and the show, and the hotel?"
"Oh, I've already checked into the hotel. And I've taken advantage of the entire spa package and I'm feeling very, very relaxed."
My breath is rattling. "I'm fine to skip that five-course chemical gastronomy or whatever, to be honest."
"Molecular gastronomy," she breathes into the phone. "Just make sure you call and cancel the reservations and let someone on the waiting list have a lucky night. Right after you send me a photo of you."
"Why do you need a photo of me? You already know what I look like."
"Babe."
Then it hits me. "Oh, you mean…"
"I would have thought you'd know me by now. I wanna see your hand wrapped around it."
Oof. "Shit, babe. You're killing me."
"Come on Smitty, you know what a sucker I am for those rough hands of yours."
I turn around and, seeing nobody else nearby on the ridge, I unzip the fly of my jeans, reach inside my drawers and pull out my dick. It's already hard since I've been thinking about that immaculate pussy it's going to own tonight.
I click send, zip up, and swagger back down the ridge toward the house, feeling pretty good about myself. In my haze of lust, I get excited when I hear Ally call me back. But when I look down at my phone, I see it's the restaurant texting me. Confused and perplexed since I was just about to call them, I look at the message.
It reads, "I don't think that photograph was meant for us?"
I take a closer look and realize, with horror, I made a mistake.
When I arrive at the hotel and park the truck, I head on up to the penthouse suite via the specially designated elevator. The metal door slides open directly into the suite, and there's my wife, waiting for me, naked as a jaybird.
"Happy birthday to me!" she chirps and plants a kiss on my neck. "I don't know what you said when you called to cancel our dinner reservations, but Devin just called me and said dinner was on the house tonight."
I was feeling pretty deflated after my humiliating debacle earlier. Further mortifying was having to reply to the restaurant and explain that the photo was for my wife and I needed to cancel. I said I was fine to pay for the dinner that we had to cancel because I was just relieved they didn't call the cops on my bungling ass.
"I don't get it. Why in the world would they call you?"
"Babe, I've coordinated at least ten weddings at that restaurant. Devin the maȋtre d' and I go way back. So…," she says, running her hand over my shirt and unbuttoning the buttons, "if we skip the concert in the park, we can still make dinner. What do you say?"
I have to confess the truth or I'm never going to make it through this night. I'm terrified that I'm about to ruin her 40th birthday either way.
She is raring to go, her thigh already riding up the outside of my leg.
I can't stay away from her kiss as she arcs up toward me with those full, pink lips. I press a sensual kiss into her waiting mouth and it both nourishes me and scares me. But I have to tell her the truth.
"Baby. You're probably wondering why you never got that dick pick."
Her mouth is killing me with those saucy humming noises, her tongue skimming lightly over my bottom lip. My cock twitches.
"I sent it to… apparently Devin, by mistake."
The words barely escape me with her lips so close. I wait for the ax to fall, slicing its way through our perfectly sexy evening and more importantly, putting a damper on her birthday.
She follows her licking with a kiss and palms my member. "I know," she whispers.
"You've known this whole time?"
She pulls back, but only slightly; I've got too hard of a hold on her. "Yes, I wasn't expecting a full confession. I was going to let it go but since you said something…" Her hands begin quick work of my belt buckle as she continues. "You ought to know that your little whoopsie got me especially hot."
Whoa. She shoots me a look and then sinks to her knees, tugging down my jeans and boxer briefs, freeing my aching cock.
"Really?"
My fucking sexy wife shoots me a heated look, and then takes me in her warm hands and places a kiss on the bottom side of my shaft.
I hiss with anticipation. What is happening right now?
"It got me incredibly wound up to know you tried," she purrs, licking and kissing my cock and stroking my balls with one hand. "It made me super hot when I heard you sent it to somebody else by accident because you were so distracted by my photo." Another lick and a kiss to my cock then a squeeze. "It made me feel incredibly lucky to know somebody else got to take a look at something that belongs to me."
When she talks, I can feel her breath against the tender skin of my shaft. I don't even care if some other dude liked the photo of my cock so much, it got my wife excited. Not what I expected, but whatever floats your boat, baby.
The anticipation is so intense, her mouth so close to my cock, that a bead of precum glistens at the tip, contrasting with my red, throbbing rod.
Ally licks her lips. Finally, relief is coming.
But no, she takes just the tip of her tongue and dabs away the pearly essence, then I watch as she gingerly paints her own lips with the tip of her tongue.
"Sweetheart, you better wrap that filthy mouth around it before I explode."
She lightly licks up my shaft and says, "Oh, you'd better explode, then you'd better paint me with it."
"Oh shit," I breathe, thanking my stars that I didn't ruin her birthday, that I somehow by dumb luck made it slightly kinkier and better.
The warmth of her wet mouth owns me. I thread my fingers through her hair. She glances up at me and sucks harder, moaning in affirmation when I tug at the roots. I guide her into a sexy rhythm until I'm ready to explode.
"Get up here," I rattle out. "I want your pussy on my dick. I want another baby."
She pops my rod out of her mouth and sweetly attacks my face with a sultry, emotion-filled kiss. "Baby. And I was afraid to ask." Gripping her tight to me as we kiss, I inch us over to the bed and sit down. She seats herself on my dick, gripping me with her heat just as tightly as ever. My hands grab her ass and she rolls her hips into me.
"Angel, why in the world were you afraid to ask?"
Ally bites her lip. "I didn't know if you would be ready for the challenges of a baby at our age."
"Give me that lip," I command, and suck that thing out from between her teeth, moaning at the taste of her in my mouth. "What about you, darlin'? People can get real weird about a lady pregnant at forty. You ready for that?"
She shrugs and her eyes light up with her usual certitude. "Doctor says there's no reason not to try. As for everybody else? Fuck 'em."
I laugh and thrust in hard, holding her steady with both arms wrapped around her. "That's my girl."
She smiles and rolls into me, her tits slapping my cheek. I take one nipple and then the other into my mouth, nipping slightly with my teeth.
She yelps in surprise and delight, just like the first time I lifted her little body on the back of a horse. "That's my cowboy," she whispers hoarsely, her body smacking against me, our torrid, wet noises growing louder and quicker. "Always up for a ride."