After thirteen years together most couples experience a flatline in their relationships. She had seen it happen, her best friends had given up having any sort of sexual passion but then again they’d not really had any to begin with. Not like the two of them, separately they were flames, burning bright within their individual pursuits, friendship groups, careers etc. But together they were an inferno. Everyone could see it, the love they felt for each other oozed from them and the attraction never wavered. There was a magnetic connection between them; no matter where they were they were drawn to each other. Honestly, it made the people around them sick. She liked to think they were jealous and that their’s was the sort of love that you read about in the stories of history.

Obviously having their first child mixed things up a bit. She was proud of their ability to think outside the box and still be able to make love almost as regularly as before. But there were things she missed like morning sex. Damn she used to love morning sex but having a miniature bed invader at six every morning put a prompt halt to that! The other thing she missed was the sex in random places with the risk of others being nearby. They had done it in the dunes of Cornwall, the back of a mates moving van and touched each other up in more places then they could remember.

That night they were celebrating her thirtieth birthday, after they had spent the last six months pouring their blood sweat and tears into their house project. Now they had completed all that they could, and she had reluctantly agreed to host an intimate party to unveil the completed project which had happened to coincide with her most dreaded day of the year. They were childfree for the next twenty-four hours and she had her mind set on taking full advantage of it!

Before the party started she had spent the afternoon preparing, making sure her skin was smooth and soft. Her hair was slightly curled and her make up was dark, taking extra care to make sure her signature wings and red lips were perfect.

She slipped on some Victoria secret lingerie, which she had picked purposely for this evening. Black, of course, with a red lace running throughout. The bra perking up her 36DD breasts, the lace expertly designed to cover her pink nipples, hard with anticipation for the night ahead. The panties cut across her plump bum cheeks showing off the roundness, she’d done that on purpose he had a weakness for a nice bum.

Slipping a fitted black dress over her curvy frame she smiled at her reflection. She wasn’t often happy with her appearance, especially since birthing a child, but today she was pleasantly surprised. The new underwear and outfit, plus the time she had spent made her feel good and she looked like her, just a better version.

Sipping on her wine and swaying her hips to her fifty shades soundtrack playlist she hardly noticed the noise growing downstairs as people began to arrive. Quickly placing a few things strategically around the bedroom for later she left, feeling excited to see everyone.

Their eyes met as soon as she entered the living room. He still took her breath away, especially when he wore a shirt! Standing talking to his brother, he looked her up and down making her blush. He looked mouth-watering, he had shaved his head that morning and had a black shirt covering his broad arms and chest, rolled up sleeves giving everyone a glance at the muscular tattooed arms underneath. Jeans, of course, and the Converse he had worn at their wedding.

With the anticipation of the night weighing on her mind all day she was about ready to mount him there and then but that would ruin her fun! That magnetic force came into play again and she was next to him before she knew, grazing his arm with her fingers absently mindedly stroking him and nuzzling into his face. His brother took that as his cue to leave, neither of them noticed.

“I like this,” he said gesturing to her outfit.

“I could say the same for you, you scrub up well!” she replied with a smirk knowing he hated wearing anything other than his standard black t-shirts.

“You should see what I have on underneath!” she added as she waltzed past him carefully but intentionally moving her hand across the groin of his jeans on her way to the kitchen.

She made sure he was in full view when she bent down a little to low to get the wine from the fridge, giving him and anyone else who happened to look in her direction a perfect view of the slightly damp and slightly see-through lace panties she wore. He was behind her in a second.

“Do you want the whole house to see the goods?” he whispered in her ear but she could feel from the strain in his jeans against her arse that she had got her intended reaction.

“You’re lucky I chose to wear anything at all," she retorted. Looking him in the eye innocently she made her excuses and wandered off to socialise.

She spent the majority of the evening playing these games. She twirled her hair at the bottom exactly above where her nipples lay circling her top while making perfect eye contact. She bit her lip when in conversation knowing he was watching her from across the room and stretched up more than necessary to get some glasses from the cupboard.

Before long he followed her into the bathroom, “Are you trying to give all my friends heart attacks?”

Playing innocent she looked into his eyes and told him she didn’t know what he meant but he cut her down telling her she knew exactly what she was doing.

“What they see is their problem, your eyes are the only ones I see on me. Your hands are the only things I want touching me and your cock is the only one I want in me.” She slowed as she said the last one stroking her hands over his entire body feeling him react to her.

He couldn’t take it, the on again off again erections he had been having all night had driven him nearly insane. First, she dolls herself up and wears something so tight her breasts look like they might explode and then she plays these games. He couldn’t take it any longer but before he could grab her and kiss her she was on her knees. She unzipped his jeans and pulled his rock solid length into her mouth.

She loved giving him head, she loved the power she wielded knowing that he was vulnerable and powerless to her tongue. She knew what he liked and she delivered. Running her tongue over the head of his cock and the underseam making him moan before she allowed him deep into her throat. She could let him fuck her mouth but right now she wanted the control and she kept going. He begged her to stop, not wanting to cum yet but she wouldn’t.

He exploded in her mouth, his knees almost buckling underneath him. She sucked every last drop from his now sensitive cock, smiling up at him. He looked at her in amazement, little did he know she planned to have him cum in all her holes before the night was out.

“Fireworks soon?” her best friend shouted across the room.

“You know I hate fireworks," she signed wishing that it had rained like it was supposed to!

“Well you didn’t want a birthday party either but here we are. Stay inside if you want I can get my other half to do them and you and hubby can watch from upstairs where you’ll get a better view.”

She hadn’t even considered how she would get him alone again and convince him to fuck her while the house was full of those they loved but now she knew. He was annoyed at first, telling her he wanted to help with the fireworks until he saw the gleam in her eyes.

His best friend saw as well, she winked at him as she took her husband by the hand and led him upstairs. For some reason she loved knowing his friends knew she was dirty as fuck, she didn’t know why maybe because she wanted them to be jealous of what her husband had access to.

Up in their room she pinned him to the wall and kissed him passionately. Allowing his hands to roam her body leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. She loved his hands, she had been fascinated with them from the moment they met and now she knew why. He knew exactly were to touch her, sliding his fingers in he was surprised at how wet she was. He was able to make her cum within seconds knowing exactly the speed and spot she needed.

He flipped her round violently so she was now pressed up against the wall with her hands held above her body. It was his turn to wield the power and she wasn’t getting off easily. Knowing that she wasn’t a fan of oral sex didn’t stop him, she had been walking around the place dripping wet for hours and he wasn’t going to let that go to waste.

Falling to the ground, with her still pressed against the wall, pulling her panties to the ground he began to feast. Sucking and licking and nibbling on her like she was a delicacy he felt her squirming beneath his tongue. Knowing she was dying to cum again he slid his fingers in, grazing her anus as he did and hinted of his darkest desire.

She loved that he tested before he did anything making sure that she wanted what he wanted and pulling back if she resisted. She didn’t resist but that type of play was for later. She pushed against his hand silently begging for more as she came again. Turning herself around to kiss him, both of them now allowing their hands to savor every part of the others body.

The first bang of the fireworks made her jump. Taking his hand she lead him over to the back window looking out over the back garden and the people below. Placing him behind her she lifted herself onto her tiptoes and presented herself to him. Her dress up around her waist, he saw the reflection of her exposed breasts in the window and in the dim moonlight he can see her perfectly formed holes waiting for him to enter. Lifting her to accommodate him, his cock slid with ease into her dripping wet cunt. The position and their joint arousal sending powerful jolts through them.

He fucks her slowly to start but noticing her urgency he begins to pound her hard and fast, the bangs of the fireworks drowning out her primal cries for more. As they are both about the fall over the edge he slips his thumb into that place she so often says no to and they cum together, like they always do, like the well oiled sexual machine they are.

Once the fireworks are over they make their way downstairs but they aren’t fooling anyone. Her put together hair and makeup is not as crisp as it was an hour ago and apparently a few people didn’t want to stand outside in the February air to see the fireworks and had to listen to a different type of banging. But she didn’t care and those that saw the telltale signs just smirked. They knew what the couple were like and this wasn’t a surprise or new information to them.

The party dwindled and the couple said goodbye to the last few people. She led him upstairs to the bedroom again, all but throwing him on the bed, unzipping her dress letting it fall to the ground leaving her in her Victoria secret panties and bra.

“You’ve cum in my mouth, you’ve cum in my cunt, there’s just one place left," she said in the sultriest voice she could muster.

Slowly walking over to him, by the time she reached him he was solid again. Laying him down on the bed, she climbs on top positioning herself over his face and pointing to the pillow. Routing around underneath he finds a brand new toy, it has a dildo on one side and anal beads on the other. Under the other pillow he finds the lube.

Taking him in her mouth she feels him massaging her with his expert hands and tongue, before slipping the toy into her. She gasps at the strange sensation before bearing down encouraging the newness. Allowing him to play as he wishes, owning every inch of her body.

Before long, he flips her over, yanking the toy from her and replacing the one in her cunt with her favourite vibrator. Without a whisper he then looks her dead in the eye as he buries himself balls deep into the darkest of all her holes. She takes him fully without complaint adjusting to the fullness of being double penetrated, grinding down on him so he can feel the vibrations and maximum tightness. He groans pounding her with everything that he is until they find their release, in sink with each other. He releases his hot cum into her arse and she accepts it greedily.

They lay there spent, they have loved and destroyed each other fully. It was the best birthday present she could have wished for. As they begin to drift off in each other’s arms she remembers something. They can have morning sex tomorrow!