Happy Birthday Me

In front of me are two brilliant acrobat demonstrating some of the more terrifying laws of physics on the rue de la mort. Behind me is an Oscar winning actor and his family. Next to me is my amazing wife, who looks sensational tonight. Inside me are several glasses of wine, some spectacular hors d’oeuvres, and a sense that this is going to be one amazing night…

It’s really hard to figure out where to begin the story of my birthday. At the most mundane level, I woke up and went to work. Mina had a card for me on my computer by my wallet and keys (where I was sure to find it). She has a talent for finding the best birthday card in the store, and this year was no exception. I went back to the bedroom for an extra goodbye kiss, and then made my way for work. When I get there, I do a quick check on the twitter timeline to find this message:

Mina: LADIES! Please feel free to send @sylvanus very special bday pics to his email. “bishop.sylvanus” at gmail. I know he’d love that. ;)

Well, this is going to be an interesting birthday. What I DIDN’T see, though, was this one:

Mina: And MEN, don’t feel left out. Please feel free to send whatever you like to my email. ;) “mydesireblog” at gmail.

This would wind up coming into play later.

The Cirque du Soliel cast is taking in an amazingly well-deserved standing ovation, as we get up and start working through the monstrous crowd. Rather than wait for the shuttle bus from the Santa Monica Pier back to the Civic Center, we decide a nice beach walk at night would work. Mina is absolutely ebullient, and gushing about Kooza specifically and Cirque in general. We get to the car and slowly make our way home. The night has worn me down, and it is nearly midnight when we get home. Mina ditches her heels and lies on the bed. I lie on top of her, kissing her. She pauses, saying she needs to walk the dog. My stomach is churning furiously. Inside, I’m frowning, this night is not going well. I head for the bathroom and she leashes the pup.

As my day went on, I had a new attitude. Most days, every buzz of my phone sends my pulse and blood pressure skyrocketing as I wonder what insanity my boss is about to inflict on me. This day, every buzz signifies the arrival of something new and sexy. I find myself frequently scurrying back to my office to download images on my phone. Mina even sent me a set herself of glistening pussy held open for the camera, and me, to see. I am also entertaining an avalanche of well wishes on Twitter. Amazingly, work turns out to be the first good day I’ve had in a long time. I come home early with some serious spring in my step. She is halfway through getting ready, having donned her new fishnets and new top already. Mina looks really good already. I decided that my chocolate brown sport shirt and black jeans will do for the evening’s festivities. She finishes her look with makeup, smoothly brushed hair, and a black trenchcoat, and her look absolutely freezes me in my tracks. She’s gorgeous and I look like a slob next to her. I dart back to the closet and pull out my tuxedo jacket from the wedding to dress myself up a little more. Now we look like a nice hot couple ready for a special night out.

I’m still in the bathroom when she gets back. I am feeling mostly okay, my stomach finally settling into an uneasy quiet. I go back to the bedroom and Mina is very quiet. It’s almost 12:10 now. I am close to deciding that I might just go to sleep tonight. It’s been a good day, and I’m not as young as I used to be. Alcohol and a full-time, 60-hour-a-week job mean that I’m not still a track star in bed after midnight. I am 32 now. Mina finally looks up at me. “It would be nice if you got the under-the-bed restraints out.” She walks to the bathroom as she says this. Well, then. Game on.

We arrive at 6:56. The Tapis Rouge starts at 7. On cue, the tent opens and we pause to get our picture made. We receive ticket #1. This is a great night indeed. As we continue in, we are greeted with a “Welcome!” and an offer for wine or champagne. In the tent is a private merchandise store, an hors d’ouerves buffet (plus several servers passing more around by hand) a selection of sofas, and a bar. We spend an hour around drinking and relaxing, and enjoying the crowd. Hilariously, Mina found herself at the bar next to famously exuberant Oscar winner. He just gave her that sheepish knowing smile, she smiled back and came back to me, pointing him out. He was out with his family (his young daughter has AMAZING eyes, by the way) and Mina is not the sort to clamor for attention, so we let them be. It is, however, one of those moments that lets you know you are in Los Angeles. The reception flew by, and soon we were under Le Grand Chapiteau enjoying a sensational performance.

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While Mina was in the bathroom, I pulled the restraints out from under the bed. As I did, I thought for a moment. Was she going to tie me down? That would be, quite literally, a first. Once, very early in our relationship, I donned handcuffs for Mina, but after about five minutes of stalling, she declared “You’re no use to me without your hands,” we ditched the cuffs and kept going. But it wouldn’t make much sense for her to have me lash her to the bed and tell me to go for it. Kinda topping from the bottom, that. I started stripping down, and adjusting the lights. I was looking with futility for the candle lighter when she came back.

She began stripping down to her new underwear as she told me to lie in bed and began binding me to the mattress. I experimentally pulled at the straps, seeing how much play I had. Once down to her striped bra she crawled up to me from between my legs, her breasts landed against me, hitting me slightly uncomfortably. What began then was a dance of stimulation and confession. It felt, if not rehearsed, very planned. And what came from her mouth was a shock.

My wife had spent my birthday being a slut. That tweet that I missed for men to email her had gotten a response. She told me who it was, and that he had sent his cock. Apparently, he had been gifted with a cock that strongly resembled mine, the official Perfect Cock. She had told him so, and decided to tease him. Her tease ran from naughty emails and direct messages. I was smiling, as she was telling the story with a mix of different teases on my erection. She was holding it in my hand, rubbing it in her cleavage, and taking it in her mouth. It was a dance of physical pleasure and mental teasing as she slowly lowered her bra, then took off her panties, and finally lost the bra completely. Then she shocked me.

Mina laid back, facing away from me, opening her body, letting the thick smell of her wetness fill the air. She rubbed herself for me, asking if I wanted to taste her. Of course I did, but rather than give me her cunt to lick, she pushed her fingers in my mouth. She revealed that she had given him a webcam show. She had let this stranger watch her masturbate while he was at work. She had never checked with me if it was okay. Even more, the pictures of her wetness she had sent had come from this chat. I knew that she didn’t just get wet because of the sun shining, but I didn’t realize she had broken so many taboos that day. Earlier this week we had had an uncomfortable situation about her showing herself on the webcam to Vic without asking. In fact, the conversation had left in me in quite a funk for a while. And now, here she was, again, confessing an even greater transgression as an act of foreplay.

My mind reeled. I was shocked that she had done this, and gone with it. Somewhere in my head, the sadness just never emerged. Mina and I have made mistakes in this area, and learning about it had always inflicted a mix of things, but most of all, it was a just a powerful sadness that tinged to disappointment. Here, though, it was shock, but then…what? I couldn’t find an emotion. But I felt a surge of electricity from my cock with her mouth on it. With that, I gave the issue a mental shrug, and relaxed into a happy cloud of arousal.

Sensing the relaxation, the moment changed from confession, to dialogue, to creed. There in the bed as our foreplay was raging with fury, I was bound to a bed, our voices almost angry with intensity. Her body carried my cunt, and mine carried her cock. Others may get to fuck it, but it’s always her cock. I may let others taste the pleasure I own, but I always own it. Finally, she mounted me. We began grinding on each other. She dismounted, sucked my cock some more, then held hips just in front of my face. After some teasing, she afford me a few licks before mounting me again. She writhed on me some more before pulling off again, this time feeding me her nipples to bite between her own play with my erection. Every one of her moves she narrated for me. “Yeah, bite that one. Now the other one.” Mina was in charge, and her sex was driving her thoughts, and her words.

As she settled back onto my cock a third time, she cradled my face and looked down at me, her hair draping around us. “Do you want to come?” I smiled. I was enjoying the contact just too much.

“Eventually.” Her face broke out into an even more wicked grin and she continued to thrash about on my body. We were suspended in that amazing moment of intercourse where you are simply enjoying each other’s bodies, more than clawing your way to a climax. We fucked like this for a long time, challenging each other with our respective ownership of the other’s body. I could feel the changes inside her body, her muscles hardening as she began to swell inside from the excessive stimulation. I started groaning uncontrollably as the knowledge that she was wearing herself out on me hit began lighting synapses in my brain. I started groaning, and she greedily continued to ride me until she saw my face break into the beginning of the orgasm. She grinned and giggled as she could feel the pulses shooting inside her. She happily took it in, and began moving again slowly, but my engorged cock was far to sensitive to handle her movements.

Mina, seeing my discomfort, or perhaps driven by her own desires, gently pulled off of me and then leaned over again. She decided that she wanted me to make her come orally. She added, with a smile, “because I want to come and you’re really good at it.” I had some pride spilling out of me when she said that. She leaned over and began releasing me from the restraints. With my wrists freed, I sat up, slightly confused at the sensation of my newfound freedom. I turned over as she adjusted to lay on the bed and give me access to her-no, MY-cunt. I slid down and began licking her clit, happy to find that familiar feeling of her body under my tongue. I slipped two fingers inside her and feel how amazingly heated and swollen my cunt had become. Her muscles were already tight, and she was very close to orgasm already. I pressed against her hip bone, and her moan came out a sharp cry, almost painful, and I felt her muscles relax. Hmmm, that’s not the right move. I left my fingers relaxed inside her as my tongue did its well-practiced moves on her clit. Her moans began building and I could feel her body tighten on me. She swung upward, and rode the arc to its apogee, her body bursting into fireworks of orgasm. As the orgasm peak passed, her moans began to break into sobs, as her body released both energy and emotion. I slid up and cradled her under me as her body shuddered, and the sobbing sounds slowly died away. Eventually she was calm, and I rolled off, holding her.

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The next morning, we talked a bit. You can say a lot of things in the heat of the sexual moment that you don’t necessarily mean when the highs of alcohol, adrenaline, endorphins, and simple emotion have worn off. Was I still okay with her playing on her webcam? Yes. Was she okay with it? Sure, since she can keep herself anonymous. What about me? What about you? Are you going to be okay when I start getting my flirt on with women and bringing that out in bed? Yeah, I’m fine. What about phone sex (since I’m at work during the day, and can’t exactly give shows)? That’s okay, too. Anything non-physical is definitely okay. Anything physical we need to talk about beforehand.

So, as far as the online/telephone world goes…it appears to be open season. Since these flirtations are adding to our relationship, it serves us well to work with it.

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There is another matter. In the heat of the sex, and the afterglow, we happened upon an idea for a contest. For an absolutely epic, no-way-to-top-it blog contest. We brought it up again on Sunday, and we are both still excited about it. I am putting the details together, but soon we will be raising the curtain on the best blog contest EVER. Please check by for the announcements.