You Are On My Mind

Birthday Law

*mature*

Linda smiled as she woke up that August morning. She had planned everything perfectly. The boys were at a sleepover, and would be dropped off at ten. She and her husband lived for sleepovers nowadays. With their boys in every sport imaginable, Danny on a new schedule, and Linda working part time, the small family hardly saw each other. The married couple always managed to keep that bond that went deeper than attraction, but recently it had been faltering. The nurse knew just how to fix that.
Linda shifted carefully, as not to wake Danny. She softly planted feather-like kisses on his face and neck. She moved on top of him, kissing, licking, and biting his chest. When her teeth scraped his nipple, he moaned, slowly waking up. She smirked and kept getting lower and lower until,
"Holy mother forking shit balls."
Linda grinned widely and gave him a squeeze. "I see you've finally woken up." She sat up, sitting on his thighs, lazily running her hands up and down his length.
"Can you wake me up like this every morning?"
"Mmm..." his wife hummed in thought, scooting higher on his lap. "Only on your birthday." She squealed in delight when Danny quickly flipped them over. He pinned her arms above her head, giving her neck attention.
"It's my birthday, right?" Danny removed a hand from Linda's pinned wrists to place on his heart as he emphasized my.
"That is correct." Linda nodded once, wondering where this was going.
"So I get to do whatever the hell I want. That's the birthday law, is it not?"
"Why so serious? Don't you... like... to have fun?" She cocked an eyebrow (and hip) and bit her lip.
"You didn't answer my question. Is it or is it not the birthday law that I can do whatever the hell my lonely little heart desires?"
"Lonely little heart?" The blonde repeated, purposefully shifting again beneath her husband. "Am I not good company?"
"Of course you are. But an-"
"Yes, Dammit. That's the birthday law."
"So... if I wanted to.... oh, I dunno. F*** your brains out, I'd be able."
"Yes, you'd be completely able. That is, if you want." Another roll of her hips had him stiffer, making Linda's mouth water.
Danny sat back on his knees, seemingly contemplating whether or not he wanted to bring Linda pleasure. "I want." He leaned down to kiss her lips, her bottom lip a little swollen from biting it. That lip'll be nice and plump by the time I'm done. He bit down on her bottom lip, getting her to moan sensuously. His tongue entered her mouth, sliding in and out, both their breaths quickening.
After kissing her lips, making them plump, Danny started kissing her neck. He left hickeys in his wake, some subtle, others big and angry, shouting to the world she was his. While leaving one particularly possessive mark, he reached into the night stand drawer and drew something out. "Whaddaya say, sexy? Up for it?" He pulled the scarf tight in his hands.
Linda felt heat starting to gather on her thighs. She nodded and thrust her wrists at him. With lustful eyes she watched as he tied her wrists together, restraining her.
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Linda's wrists burned slightly from rubbing against the rope. She tried shifting her wrists when she got distracted by Danny's tongue. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling, her lips going between her teeth. "T-that feels s-so gooood." She moaned, picking her hips up more.
Danny smiled against her and smacked the side of her ass, getting a delighted yelp from Linda. He knew what her original plan had been, her mouth was supposed to be on him right now. But he'd rather have Linda writhing beneath him than the other way around. He watched her head turn into the pillows, letting out a muffled moan. He nipped at her skin, and she freely cursed. "Good girls don't use language like that."
Linda toes curled, "no, we don't."
"You know what happens...." his hand was already massaging her ass.
"Yes, Danny."
"Turn over. Hands and knees."
Linda bit her lip as she obeyed her 'master'. She could already feel her muscles going weak as he simply rubbed her ass. Occasionally, he'd reach in front of her hip and pinch her ball of nerves, shooting pleasure through her body. He spanked her for several minutes, encouraging her to moan out loud.
"D- Danny...." Linda half moaned, dropping her head into the pillows.
Danny rubbed her red ass and thighs, "ready for the ne-"
"Yes!" She gripped the sheets beneath her as her husband worked his magic. He'd slap her warm ass occasionally, or whenever she let a curse slip past her lips.
Danny bit her shoulder, so close himself. He gripped her hair, then turned her head towards him. He kissed her passionately, and the couple found pleasure at the same time.
Linda laid on her stomach, her wrists free of their binds. Closing her eyes, her hair started slipping into her face. "I still have to give you your present."
Danny looked over at her.
She peeked through her growing bangs and smirked sexily, waggling her eyebrows at him. She closed her eyes once again and snuggled as close as possible against her husband. "Happy birthday, Irish King."

Happy birthday, Donnie Wahlberg!