Officially, my answer was, "A gift is given from the heart. Not because I need it. And not because I want it. But because you want me to have it." But...in my head, I had a different answer for you each echo. Sometimes it was sex, sometimes it was food, sometimes it was simple, sometimes lavish. But each time, it was a request. Something I wanted. Not something that she could give me because she wanted me to have it.I hated my birthday. Not as much as xmas, but almost. It, like every other. We don’t live together but meet 3-4 times a week staying at hers or mine at least 3 nights.This story starts one Saturday, Mervin & Pat were taking Noel for his first of a few planned trips to see his choice of university. They left at about 7 in the morning and were expected home about 6pm.It was about 9.30 and I’d just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell went.Normally I would have ignored it but as I was expecting a parcel, I slipped on a robe and went down to see who it was.I opened. Looking at the glistening pool of her husband’s fresh sperm on the floor Sharon commented“Well...that’s why we used that epoxy paint of the floor!”. We all laughed.Strangely neither Sharon or I felt any embarrassment now after what we had just done, even after we came down from our sexual high. I felt proud actually, and very proud of my amazing sexy wife. It was like we had both put on a successful performance. I guess in a sense we had. Instead of musical instruments, we played our genitals. On your feet.”Oliver helped Elsie up off the ground and she steadied herself against him. She pulled herself close and inhaled his scent. Brie was able to push off from the stool she sat on, though her wheels slipped and she staggered forward into Hunter. The sudden movement pulled the too-small romper up into her crack and she moaned aloud in his ear as a white-hot sensation, somewhere between pain and pleasure, coursed from between her legs throughout her body.“Are— are you alright?” Hunter.