Wife Bought Me a Virgin Teenage Fuck Slut for My Birthday! - Sex Stories

Wife Bought Me a Virgin Teenage Fuck Slut for My Birthday!

... favorite. As I sat up in bed I noticed my stiff erection and sighed as I lamented the days when my once-hellcat wife would have woken me up by impaling herself on my rock hard cock, and back then she didn’t wait until it was my birthday to do so. I stood up and tucked my boner into my underwear band and put some pajama pants and a shirt on and headed downstairs to get my thirtieth birthday over with. “Hey! You’re up!” She said enthusiastically as I walked into the kitchen. I waved, halfheartedly and sat down at the table. “I’m making waffles,” she said, turning to me. I nodded and gave a fake smile as she turned back around. She was killing me with this outfit. There was my sexy, twenty-eight year old wife, wearing short, yellow gym shorts that barely covered her great ass, and a pink bra. I wanted to reach into her shorts and stick my index finger into her asshole, but I knew I’d be better off just leaving it out She finished up the cooking shortly after I got there and served it up to me. Fuck. It was delicious. I couldn’t be mad at a woman that made me such a delicious birthday breakfast, and she was my wife after all. I did love her. Even if she was gonna leave me blueballed on my thirtieth birthday. “What have you got planned for today?” I asked. She shrugged. “Not much. I thought we said we were gonna keep it low key?” I nodded and continued to shovel bacon and waffles into my mouth, hoping I was masking my disappointment well enough. “I got you something.” She said. ...

... “You did?’ My ears pricked up. “Of course,” She said. “It’s not everyday you turn thirty right?” “Well, what is it?” She looked at her watch. “It’s late is what it is. I was hoping it’d be here before you woke up.” A package? Maybe she’d ordered me something online. But who delivers on a Sunday, I thought? Just then, Nina’s phone buzzed and she snatched it up quickly and replied to what must have been a text message. She looked back up at me. “Hey! You almost done?” She asked. I looked down at my food, I had a whole waffle and quite a bit of eggs left. I looked back up at her. “Well hurry it up, mister! And then I want you to go take a shower. Give me some time to set up your surprise.” I smiled. “What is it?” I asked, growing ever more excited. She smiled mischievously. “Just hurry!” My excitement for my birthday renewed, I scarfed down the rest of my breakfast, thanked her with a kiss on the cheek and went for a shower. All through the shower I wondered what Nina could have gotten me. She said she had to set it up. Was it a new computer? I had needed one since it was the my main tool for my work and mine had crashed three days before. That had to be it. But something about the excitement in her voice told me maybe it was more than a computer, but what? My shower took about ten minutes and when I was finished, I toweled off. Nina had stuck her head in during and told me to put something nice on when I came back, so I put on a pair of nice jeans and a button up shirt. Nice, yet ...