Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

by Sahebji

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A loving wife gives her husband an unique present on his birthday.

Dear Reader,

This story was written by me for an Erotic Stories Photo Challenge. A photo was shown and a story was to be woven around it.

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Take care,

Saheb Sahebji

The photo was:

Picture of a man looking at a woman sitting on his desk spreading her legs and pantyless

It was Sunday.

John loved Sundays.Normally, on a Sunday, John remained in bed till late and screwed his wife Joan when she came up after finishing her morning chores. Then they showered together kissing and fondling each other and then went out to eat lunch.

But this was not a normal Sunday. Today he had to go to the office to finish some urgent work. John enjoyed his work but going to office on a Sunday was a pain in the butt especially when it also happened to be his birthday.

John Stanford stood at full height around six feet and weighed 180lbs of solid muscle. He worked out three times a week and was fit as a fiddle. He looked quite handsome with his dark hair and skin.

John yawned and stretched. Muttering a curse he got out of bed and trooped into the bathroom. After a shave and a leisurely hot shower he went down to the kitchen.

"Good morning, darling," he said kissing Joan.

Joan was nice looking, not overly pretty, but nice enough to look at. She had short thick brown curly hair, an oval shaped face, slightly upturned nose, full lips and almond shaped brown eyes. She was 5'1" and weighed 115lbs or 120lbs.

"Good morning, Mr. John Stanford," Joan said with a naughty smile, "what are you doing in the kitchen so early?"

"I want breakfast," he replied.

"Here in the kitchen? If I recall correctly, you prefer to have breakfast in bed on Sundays," she giggled.

"I've to go to the office," he said glumly.

"Go to office? Have you forgotten that today is a Sunday?" Joan asked.

"No, but I've to finish the Mclaine brief. Darling, please don't get angry. It is very important. I require it first thing in the morning," he said, "It needs two hours of work only. I'll be back by lunch."

"Alright go but I want you here at one sharp," Joan said shaking her forefinger at him in mock anger.

"I promise," John said touching his ears, "Madam, can I get breakfast now?"

"Of course, darling. What will you have? The usual?"

"Yeah," John said nodding his head.

John's "usual" was four fried eggs sunny side up, lots of toast, lots of butter and lots of coffee.

Joan busied herself with breakfast and John changed the TV channel to CNN to catch the latest news.

While eating his breakfast, John smiled to himself. "My dear wife, I did not forget that today is Sunday but you have, for the first time since our marriage, forgotten that today is my birthday.

John loved her too much to embarrass her by pointing it out.

Ten years ago they had met at the house warming party of mutual friends.

"I don't think you two have met," their hostess said introducing them.

After exchanging pleasantries, he asked, "Joan, I see your glass is empty. Can I get you a refill?"

"No, thank you. Maybe later," she replied placing the empty glass on a table, "But you go ahead."

"I think I'll pass also," he said.

Just then the band struck a tune and sound of a slow waltz floated in the air.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.

"I'd love to," she replied and slid smoothly into his arms.

They made a handsome couple despite their height difference. They had hit off famously. They had the same likes and dislikes. A whirlwind courtship followed. They were married three months later.

Since then ten years had past and they were still very much in love. They had no kids by choice but recently Joan had expressed a desire to start a family.

After finishing his breakfast John kissed his wife good-bye. "I'll be back by one o'clock," he said and carrying his briefcase, stepped out of the house.

It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. A cool breeze was blowing. "Shit, such a fine day and I've to go to office," John muttered to himself gunning his Mercedes, "Thank heavens, it is only for a few hours."

Fifteen minutes later he reached his office. His office was on the third floor of Abraham Towers on Main Street. The brass plate in front of his office read: "JOHN STANFORD, Attorney at Law".

John breathed on it and polished it with his sleeve. He was proud of the fact that in five years, since he had struck out on his own, he had built a practice, which was the envy of many.

He worked diligently till noon. "At last it is finished," he said himself and gathering the papers, put them away.

As he was about to leave he looked at his watch. It was noon. He had promised Joan that he'll be back by one. He still had an hour at his disposal. He decided to look up some "case laws" in connection with the Mclaine case. He was leafing through a Law Journal when he heard a sound in the outer office.

At eleven o'clock sharp Janice, Joan's younger sister, arrived at the house.

"Hi, sis," Janice said hugging her sister.

Janice was two years younger to Joan and four inches taller. She had thick brown hair with golden streaks falling past her shoulders. Her boobs were much larger than Joan's small perky breasts. Otherwise in all other respect they were like two peas in a pod. They were also very close to each other.

"Hello Janice, come on in," Joan said hugging her back, "That is a very smart dress you are wearing. Black suits you very much. When did you buy it?"

"Yesterday," Janice said, "Do you think he'll like it?"

"I am sure he'll like it," Joan said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, shaved, washed and perfumed just like you had said," Janice giggled, "By the way, where is the birthday boy?"

"He is not here," Joan said, "He left for the office an hour ago."

"He has gone to the office on a Sunday? On his birthday?" Janice said incredulously.

"He had some important work to do."

"Oh sis, why did you let him go?"

"I couldn't help it. He had work to do," Joan said, "You can go to the office too. It is Sunday and no one will be there. He'll be alone."

"You'll come too?" Janice asked.

"No, I am baking a cake for his birthday and can't leave the house," Joan said, "After it is done I'll come."

"Oh sis, he'll never agree if you are not there," Janice wailed.

"Believe me, Janice, I'd like to be there especially to see his expression when I give him his birthday present," Joan giggled.

"Then come," Janice pleaded.

"I can't," Joan said, "Okay, listen. I've an idea. John had work for two hours. You reach his office at noon. He'll have finished his work by then. I'll call him and tell him about his birthday gift. Is that okay?"

"I don't know... it might work," Janice said doubtfully.

"Of course it'll work," Joan said confidently, "After I have told him about his present, all you have to do is to turn on the family charm."

"I can give it try. Wish me luck," Janice said pulling off her panties and stuffing it in her purse, "Okay bye, see you later."

"What's the hurry? It's only eleven. We have enough time for a cup of coffee," Joan said.

"Who can it be?" John thought pushing back his chair.

He was about to get up to see who had come when the door opened and his sister in law, Janice, walked in.

"Hello John," she said smiling sweetly.

"Hello Janice, what are you doing here?" he said.

"Surprised to see me," she laughed.

"Yes, to say the least," John said, "Sit down. Are you in any sort of trouble?"

Janice sat quietly in one of the leather chairs meant for clients. She looked at John, playing nervously with a pencil she had picked up from his desk, contemplating how to broach the subject.

"Janice, tell me what is the problem?" John asked again.

"John, why don't you employ me as your secretary?" she said at last.

"I already have a secretary."

"I'll sit in your lap while taking dictation," she said with a naughty smile.

"I am not in the habit of letting my secretary use my lap as a chair," John said smiling.

"There are many other things I can do for you," Janice said mysteriously.

"My secretary makes good coffee too," John chuckled.

"Oh damn, I didn't mean that," Janice said getting frustrated.

"Then what did you mean?" John asked suppressing a smile.

"I am getting nowhere with this," Janice thought, "Best is to try the direct approach."

Janice got up and sat on John's desk.

"John daarrrling, would you like to squeeze my big boobs?" she said with a mischievous smile.

For a fraction of a second John was taken aback but recovered quickly.

"Are you mad?" he said evenly, "Anyway, get off my desk."

"Don't be shy, darling. You can lick and suck the nipples too," she giggled.

"Janice, you are drunk," John said calmly, "I think you had better go home."

"Or would you like to feel my pussy?" Janice said grinning from ear to ear.

"Do you know what you are saying?" John asked sternly.

"Of course, my dear brother in law, I shaved it only this morning. It is smooth and soft and perfumed. Just like the bottom of a new born baby," she chuckled and pulling up her dress above her waist, showed him her freshly shaven cunt.

"Janice, please go. I have work to do," John said.

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