Neighbours help her give a creamy present to husband

I would like to tell you about how I recently celebrated my husband Alan’s fiftieth birthday, as it was a life changing occasion for the both of us. My name is Brigitte and I am forty eight years old. I have been married to Alan for well over 20 years now. We get on well and as the time has passed I have got to know the deep secret places where he keeps his dreams and fantasies.

Most people would say that I still have a reasonably good figure for my age, although I freely admit that my stomach is not as flat as it once was. Alan takes me for far too many meals out! I also think it helps my figure that I have never been blessed with children. My breasts are a 36 D cup, although they sag a little now compared to how they looked twenty years ago. I have larger than average nipples which when I get turned on are incredibly sensitive. This at times has caused me some embarrassment as they get very stiff and engorged when I am feeling horny, so if I start to become aroused at work or in public they tend to very noticeably stick out through my blouse. I have brown eyes and I regularly dye my hair a natural shade of blonde. Being a blonde suits me at the moment, but I am not sure how many more years I can get away with it. My hair is not too long and I have it cut and styled into the nape of my neck I trim my pussy a little to keep it neat and tidy but occasionally I will shave most of the hair off, especially if it is one of the nights that I really want to please Alan.

Both Alan and I work in good well paid professional jobs. I work three days a week as a personal assistant to a director of a local company. Alan works in the finance department of a large firm in the next town. We have a good house and a comfortable standard of living. Life is pretty good really. We live in a small village which sadly nowadays is mostly populated by faceless commuters. We are very friendly with the couple who live next door to us, although they are much younger than us — in fact they must be at least half our age. Darren and Tracy moved into the village a couple of years ago and we hit it off straight away. Darren owns his own fencing and garden supplies company and Tracy does some accounting and PR work for him on a part time basis.

Recently on one of my days off I was round at Tracy’s house sitting in her kitchen having a cup of coffee putting the world to rights and catching up on all the local gossip. We usually tend to meet up at one of homes when we have time off from work for a good natter away from our husbands. I certainly value the younger girl’s friendship. It seems that despite the gap in our ages we get on well and can talk about most things.

‘Are you doing anything special for Alan’s’ fiftieth birthday next week?’ Tracy asked me.

‘I wasn’t planning on going to a lot of trouble, I was going to cook him a nice meal then give him the pleasure of one of our ‘special evenings’ as his birthday treat.’

‘What on earth is a ‘special evening’? Tracy inquisitively asked me.

‘Oh its nothing really, it’s just something that I do for Alan now and again. I shouldn’t have really mentioned it’

‘Come on Brigitte spill the beans then, you can’t tease me like that by not telling me what Alan is going to get for his birthday. I want to know what a ‘special evening’ is. If it’s good I could try it on my Darren.’

‘No it’s nothing really’ I said a little sharply realizing that I should not have mentioned it in the first place, ‘it’s just something Alan and I do now and again. It’s really not that important and it’s sort of private.’

By :DiggerDave

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