Birthday erotic story

I decided to reignite the spark in our marriage exactly two weeks before I turned thirty. It happened the day I found the cowboy in our bed. He had been there for three days and neither of us had noticed him. I mean, he wasn't a real cowboy; he was a toy of my nephew's which shouted 'yeehaw' when you shook him. The point was that he had stayed nestled in the middle of our bed where I'd hidden him from the dog and then forgotten about him. Sam and I had slept so separately for at least three nights that we hadn't even felt him there between us, never mind done any kind of shaking to set him off.

You got held up arriving, so you show up later than everyone else. Naturally, this means that everyone else is properly drunk by now. The moment you walk in, your host directs you to the chaos of bottles and red plastic cups on the countertop. She dons a navy blue cocktail dress with white polka dots. The red bow holding back her platinum blonde hair matches the ribbon cinched around her little waist. It accentuates the full curves she wears on the rest of her body.

He resisted reaching for his wife as she stood over him, shimmied out of her dress, pressed her hand on his shoulder for support and stepped into the panties. She leaned in to kiss him, then began to undo the red ribbon. He took the opportunity to slide his hand down her bare back and rest it inside the waistband of the panties.

Diana V. July 11, This was never going to work. And at the moment, feeling trumped logic.