Birthday Surprise

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Jasmine wakes up early to give her husband a birthday surprise but gets her own surprise.



Jasmine woke as the sun peaked over the mountains. Jasmine turned her head and smiled as she lovingly stared at the man in her bed. He was a tall slender man, just over 6’ 4”. His hair was dark and curly. His lips were full and soft. She resisted leaning in and kissing them as she continued to absorb his hansom features. His light skin was in exact contrast to her ebony skin. She loved looking at their hands touching when they would wake together in the mornings. Nine years of marriage and they still look at each other like newlyweds.

Jasmine remembered why she woke up early and gently slid out of the bed and tip toed naked toward the kitchen. If this were a movie you would be looking at the back end of a goddess. Her ass so round and giggly that it looked like Jello as she walked. If you were to pan around to her front you would see perfect medium breast (DD cup), a curvy stomach and strong thick thighs. You would also see well pedicured toes, well manicured fingers, pressed real hair, a natural beauty, and real green eyes that would haunt men in their dreams long after having met her.

Despite being an excellent cook, Jasmine rarely ever stepped foot into the kitchen. The kitchen in their house belonged to her husband and no one else. The man was a genius when it came to food. Today was special so today she would surprise him by cooking for him. She pulled out her never been used Pinup Apron, that her sister had given her as an anniversary gift four years ago, and not yet putting it on.

The kitchen had a huge over the sink window that perfectly framed the morning sun as it popped its first rays over the horizon. When Jasmine saw the rays hitting the center island she quickly moved in front of it; her large ass pushing up against the counter as she let the rays kiss her naked flesh. Jasmine moved her hand over her erect nipple on the right side while the apron filled her left hand. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and enjoyed the feeling she was getting from her brush with nature. She imagined the sun was a lover reaching his fingers down to her, sliding warm fingertips over every inch of her flesh. As she pictured this she grazed her long fingernails gently up and down the sides of her thick stomach. “Stomach… food… cook!!” she remembered why she was standing in the kitchen.

Jasmine slid her pink and white poke-a-dot apron on over her silky smooth breast and tied it over her large bottom; the tie strings dropping down the crack of her ass. Quietly, she grabbed her large blender from the cupboard and plugged it in to the wall socket. Next Jasmine opened the fridge and retrieved some milk, bacon, eggs, real butter, 100% real orange juice, a small container of strawberries, and a sweet apple. Off the counter, Jasmine picked up the bread and the bananas that were hung on the banana tree.

Jasmine reached for the hanging pans, above the island, grabbing a small reduction pot and a large frying pan. After chopping up all the strawberries, Jasmine dropped them into her reduction pot with no water (the liquid from the apple would be enough once she was finished). Next she skinned the apple then, over the pot she grated it like cheese. This grating was messy causing lots of liquid and apple sauce to form. She made sure to keep it all in the pot as this would serve as both sweetener and as the liquid for the soluble fruits. Once finished, Jasmine turned the burner to medium heat, smashed up the strawberries (with a potato smasher), and kept it stirred until it came to a boil. Then Jasmine reduced the heat to a simmer and moved on to her next recipe.

Many people like firm French toast, but Jasmine abhorred firm French toast; she liked hers moist and fluffy. Thus far, the only person Jasmine as know to make the best French toast was her mom who taught her. Bella whipped up a mixture of milk and eggs, (one egg to every ¼ cup of milk) making sure to get the perfect frothy consistency. Jasmine opened the butter and rubbed it around in the frying pan then turned the burner to medium/high. After soaking one piece of bread at a time, Jasmine placed the soggy pieces into the frying pan. Once all the toast was finished, Jasmine placed it to the side and tossed the bacon into the same frying pan. She then removed the strawberries from the stove and let it sit in the fridge. Using her blender, Jasmine puréed four cups of orange juice with four bananas; she then poured some into a tall glass leaving the remainder in the blender. Jasmine removed the strawberry mixture (now a healthy syrup-type liquid) and poured it into a gravy bowl. She then removed the bacon and turn off the stove.

Just as Jasmine was setting up a serving tray to bring her husband breakfast in bed he jumps in behind her, grabs her around the waste (from behind) and begins kissing her neck. She lets out a squeal and giggles. “You ruined your birthday surprise,” Jasmine says, playfully slapping his arm as she turns towards him. Looking deep into her eyes her husband says, “You are all the birthday gift I need.” He leans her body against the island and kisses her soft lips with his full lips. He pulls her thick thigh up around his thin body. He grabs her other thigh and like nothing at all lifts her ass onto the island. Breast now face-level, he pulls down the top of her apron and begins (VIP members of Club Bella Get the X-rated versions of all blogs. Membership fees start at $25 per year. Contact Bella at https://www.facebook.com/BbwBellaArtista and ask for more information). “Breakfast was great my love.”



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