The Birthday Game

All day long he teased her, with brief but frequent texts.

My breath is on your neck.

I’m nibbling your earlobe — ever so gently.

Sometimes they would come in quick succession.

I’m sucking your right nipple.

And fondling your left boob.

Oh, how I adore your boobs.

And then there’d be a long pause, for effect.

Just when she thought he’d gotten bored, and she could knuckle back down…

I’m lightly stroking your back.

I can feel you flinch, hear your quiet gasp.

All day long, he mixed it up, keeping her on the edge.

Each time her phone beeped, it sent a jolt through her. Like kundalini rising.

Barely there kisses at the base of your neck, that drive you so wild.

All day long, her pussy hummed in anticipation.

Where do you want me to go next? Because, you know I’m there…

Seriously, she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it.

When you get home, I’m going to make you cum so hard and so fast with my wet tongue.

And all night long, my rock hard cock will make you cum again and again.

Oh sweet lord, is it home o’clock yet?

At the start, you’ll be begging for more.

By the end, you’ll be begging me to stop.

Sated, spent…tonight you’ll sleep soundly, and dream sweet dreams.

She didn’t doubt it for a second.

PS, don’t be late.

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“Happy birthday to me,” she sang to herself as she hopped out of the tube and tried to force herself to continue the ten minute walk at a normal pace.

She was soooo looking forward to her birthday present. No surprise, though, as he had outlined in great detail all day long what awaited her.

She had endured an entire day of foreplay.

And she was fully ready for that first and fast orgasm he had promised her. Right now, she needed that so badly.

She knew that the whole evening stretching ahead would be filled with plenty of orgasms. Some slow and sensual, some fast and furious.

And while she would appreciate it all, deeply, she couldn’t fully luxuriate in its promise until this hum that had been building in her pussy all day could finally reach its climax.

Within ten minutes of sitting at her desk that morning, her husband had sent the first hint of what was in store for her.

And he was unrelenting in his teasing texts for the rest of the day. The longest day she had endured at work since his birthday.

Because this was their game. On one’s birthday, the other would be in service to them from first light until they dozed off that night. They would devote the day to spoiling the other in every conceivable sensual manner.

A day of orgasms would be interspersed with bubble baths and bubbly, soothing massages, favorite movies, wining and dining, and any other spontaneous request that might arise.

Of course, this was easier when birthdays fell on weekends. When they fell in the middle of the working week, it took a little imagination to keep the treats coming thick and fast all day.

She had to give it to him, though. He had delivered for sure. He had, in fact, done too good a job.

She didn’t get a tap of work done the whole day long, on edge the entire time waiting for the next beep of her phone. And with it, the promise of another titillating delight.

The brush of his lips as he trailed light kisses down her back.

The softness of his tongue as he gently licked…you name it — in their imaginations he had licked or kissed or sucked every inch of her that day.

The feel of his breath on her clit.

His hardness pressing into her wetness.

More than once during the day, she had thought it should be the other way round. On her birthday, she should be the one doing the teasing. He should be the one on edge.

But then she’d remember the sublime satisfaction of cashing in her chips when she gets home. This may feel a little tortuous right now, but the gratification that was coming would be out of this world.

And in fairness, it was the sweetest torture she knew. All day long, her imagination was in overdrive, fired up by the promises he kept sending her way.

She was reliving every second of it now as she got closer to home. And all night long, she would experience it all over again. But for real, this time, and with the satisfaction of climax after climax in place of eager anticipation.

Her skin was tingling from the trail of his imagined touch. And her pants were soaking from the thought of where his tongue was about to roam. She couldn’t have been more ready if she had been in his physical presence all day.

She was longing for it all.

As she turned the key in the lock, her face was flushed, her breath ragged, and her legs were already starting to give way.

Honey, I’m home.

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Previously published on MyErotica.com