#samimalek

Smiling to yourself as your roll over in bed to find your beautiful husband sprawled out in his sleep when the idea popped into your head. 

The weather was turning warm and sometimes the bedroom in the morning became overly warm you had both forgone clothing the night before. Who were you kidding, you two nearly always went to bed naked. 

You smirk to yourself and disappear under the sheets, slowly moving down until you’ve reached his thighs.

Taking his cock into your warm hands and pumping a few times until it begins to harden.

You take his cock in your mouth, closing your lips over the head, feeling him become completely erect in your mouth.

He begins to moan and squirm against you as he begins to open his eyes. His hand unconsciously coming down to rest on the top of your head.

“Mmmmm good morning,” he mumbles behind a soft smile.

You don’t stop until he’s quietly pulling you off of him and flipping you onto your back. 

His body hovering over yours as he reaches down to run his fingers along your center, feeling your wetness against his thick fingers. 

“Mmmmm so wet for me,” he murmurs as he slides into you.

The sex that morning was slow, lazy, and deeply satisfying for you both. 

Both of you laying back down in the soft sheets cuddling for a bit before his phone pings most likely for the onslaught of ‘happy birthday’ wishes from friends and family. 

“The family will be here at three so we’ve got plenty more time before we have to actually get out of bed. You wanna go another round babe?” he asks, wearing a sly smile.

You smack his arm playfully with a quiet giggle. 

“No you horn dog! I’ve got to get up and get ready. I have to finish some of the cleaning downstairs and I need to run to the store.”

“Babe relax. I can ask my brother to-”

“No! It’s his birthday too so he shouldn’t have to be running errands today for his own birthday party. You can lay here and I’ll go make breakfast for you.”

Getting out of bed you take a shower, get ready for the day, bring your husband breakfast in bed, finish the vacuuming, and sweep and mop the downstairs. 

You head out to the grocery store and pick up the last minute items needed for the party. 

Returning home you find both your husband and his twin sitting at the kitchen table talking over coffee. 

“Hey boys!”

They both turn and give you identical smiles and offer to help you with the prep. 

Shooing them both away you watch as they go back to their conversation as you work, sweat beading on your brow from the L.A. heat and the warmth of the kitchen.

Pulling the first cake out of the oven and set it aside to cool as you put the second one in. Both the boys had different favorite cakes and you were making them each their favorite. 

Once family and friends arrive, the house was a flurry of activity as people were in an out, eating, swimming, talking, and just having a great time.

You kept to the background taking photos.

You watch as your husband and his twin play wrestled and both at one point ended up in the pool after a particularly rowdy play fight. You can’t help but to laugh because, despite the fact that they are both turning thirty-nine today, they still act like they are five. 

It was a tradition in the family to open presents before cake, and you were there documenting every moment of it until one of their cousins pulled the camera out of your hand and began taking photos of you.

“You are never in the photos because you are always behind the camera. Go over there and sit next to your hubs.” 

You tried to protest and they weren’t having it, threatening to toss your camera into the pool if you didn’t comply. The Malek clan doesn’t make empty threats.

The rest of the night passed in a blur and for the first time all day you felt relaxed. Probably due to the couple of glasses of alcohol that you’d consumed.

Settling in bed for the evening with your husband you both made love several times.

“Happy birthday baby. I love you!” you murmured against his chest through the beginning fog of sleep.

“I love you too. Thank you for making it a great one,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple and pulling you closer to him.