NOT Your Grandma's Book of Progressive Erotica: Vol 2

Cake

My wife and I had been married just over two years now and lived in a small two-story house in the city. We had no pets and we weren't quite ready financially for kids, so it was just us. The intentions of having a family were there, but we wanted to enjoy some time to ourselves before we were chasing kids around the house with dirty diapers and getting a few hours of sleep a night if lucky.

Today just so happened to be her twenty-eighth birthday and she had told me in advance she didn't want to do anything. She said she didn't wish to be reminded of her dwindling biological clock anymore and just wanted to laze around the house, go for a walk in the park and maybe just stay in with a nice dinner if her favourite restaurant –which wasn't expensive, but always busy – didn't have any open reservations.

It was Saturday, so we were both off, but she was the only one to enjoy a late start. I had woken up early and headed to the local vegan bakery for the red velvet cake I had ordered for her. She would hopefully still be in bed when I got home so I could surprise her with it.

When I walked through the front door, I listened carefully, but didn't hear a thing. I assumed she was still in bed, but just in case, I tip-toed across the kitchen floor –grabbing two forks and a knife – and down the hall to our bedroom. The cake was still in a white bag in case she was to suddenly surprise me with her presence instead.

Arriving at the door to our bedroom, I found her sprawled out and still sound asleep. I carefully took the cake out of the bag and set it down on the nightstand with the cutlery. Quietly, I sat down on the bed and admired my sleeping beauty. She was in a light sleep, because she soon woke up from my weight on the bed, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said to her. "Happy Birthday." She smiled sleepily at me and fixed her mess of strawberry blonde hair that was in her face.

"Would you like to have your cake for breakfast?"

She frowned at me and then raised her eyebrows as she panned over to the cake on the nightstand. Smiling, she blinked slowly and then nodded in response to my question.

"I was hoping you would." I smiled at her as I stood up and then pried the clear top off the cake container. "Ah, crap. I forgot plates."

"Feed me," she mumbled. I turned to find her smiling at me like a little kid. I laughed and set the lid down next to her on the bed to collect any crumbs that might fall. I cut a sliver of the cake for her and then slid it out onto the palm of my hand.

Carrying it over to her, she gave a toothy grin and waited for me to sit down. I brought my hand toward her mouth and then carefully picked up the piece in my other to feed her. She opened her mouth and took a bite, careful to not make a mess.

"Mmm..." she moaned as she savoured the first bite. "You got this from the vegan bakery. I just know it." I laughed and nodded in reply and then gradually fed her the rest of the slice. I had a bit of cream cheese icing on my finger and I went to lick it off when she snatched my hand and shoved my finger in her mouth. She sucked the icing off and then twirled her tongue around it.

I raised an eyebrow at her as she then withdrew my fingers and kissed me. She moved over toward me and then straddled me, causing me to fall flat on the bed.

"Breakfast in bed wouldn't be complete without sex in bed," she whispered in my ear. She undid my pants and then pulled my cock out, slapping it on her tongue.

"An amazing orgasm would be nice too," she added, as she began to go down on my cock and slobber all over it in preparation of it entering her pussy. Soon she had her pajama pants off and was back on top of me. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it on her clit and then gently slid it all the way inside her.

She moaned as she went up and down on my stiff cock, pulling up my shirt and then grabbing onto my slightly hairy chest. Working her hips back and forth for several minutes, she then stopped and dismounted me. She bent over the bed and begged me to finish by fucking her from behind to orgasm. I immediately obliged and jumped to my feet.

Entering my wife from behind, I slid my cock in slowly and squeezed her round ass in both of my hands. She moaned loader now as I thrust forward as hard as I possibly could. I quickened my pace, causing a slapping noise to be made as I pounded her pussy like she wanted. She gripped the bed sheets in her hands and then buried her face into them as she began to cum, legs shaking as well.

The extra fluid got me extra excited as usual and I gave her everything that I had left, causing her to stutter moan until I came in her pussy. Leaning forward, I pushed her hair out of the way and kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks, babe," she panted. "I guess that's what they mean by having your cake and eating it too."