Birthday blowjob mystery

I stayed in bed late on my birthday, sleeping lightly and absorbing the bright morning sunshine spilling into the room. My wife, Christine, quietly entered the room and kissed me on the cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” she whispered, and kissed me again, she was provocatively dressed in delicate black lace underwear, suspenders, ribbon topped stockings and the highest heels I’ve seen. “Close your eyes, okay? I have a little birthday surprise for you.”

I mumbled my assent and rolled over onto my back. First thing in the morning, my body is alive to sensation. Every inch of skin is hypersensitive. I felt the sheet covering me get pulled slowly back and then off, exposing my naked torso to the chill morning air. I awoke a bit more and became aware of my proud morning erection, already standing stiffly at attention, straining against the fabric of my boxers. My wife knelt at the side of the bed and ran her fingertips lightly over my chest. I felt the moist heat of her breath on my skin moments before she touched her tongue to my nipple. I stretched myself fully awake. My entire body was like a high-voltage wire, humming in anticipation of each touch.

Her sensual caress moved low, to my belly, and then lower, to the waistband of my boxers. Knowing well the destination of this particular trail, I raised my hips from the bed, exaggerating the imposing stature of my erection--now a hard, marble column under a taut, cotton tent. Finally, she hooked her fingers under the fabric and slid my boxers down and off. My cock, suddenly liberated, catapulted back to vertical. Maddeningly, however, Christine refused to acknowledge its prominence and take its girth into her fist. I writhed a bit on the bed, thrusting my hips skyward, trying to lure her to my hugely protruding erection as her hands and mouth continued to explore every other part of my body. It felt heavenly, but I was tempted to take matters into my own fist.

Finally, just as the fire in my loins felt as though it might burn totally out of control, Christine’s cool lips descended from above and quenched the flames. She bounced the swollen head of my cock around with her tongue for a few moments and then took me in deep, swallowing me right down to the hilt. I groaned with the sudden intense pleasure. Happy birthday! Deep throating was usually not part of her repertoire, so it made for quite an exciting surprise. She must have read something recently in a women’s magazine, I thought wryly. I relaxed into the sensation emanating from my cock and radiating through my body. Chris sucked hard and pumped away in long, slow swallows, from stem to stern. Her warm saliva began to accumulate and run over my testicles, dripping into my ass. With her hands she continued playing with my nipples, squeezing them tightly between her fingers and then brushing them gently with her palms. Without yet opening my eyes, I tried to picture Christine’s position over me.

I decided to peek––to permanently imprint an image of this wonderful scene into my memory––when suddenly I felt Chris’s lips press hard to my own. But I was still feeling her mouth on my cock! No longer pumping now, but gently lapping with her tongue. My eyes shot open and at the same moment Chris’s hand clamped over them. I caught a single glimpse of Christine smiling down at me. I jerked my body and went totally rigid. Her hand remained over my eyes and she said soothingly into my ear, “Happy birthday, honey… just relax and enjoy your surprise.” I heard a semi-suppressed giggle--not from my wife--and then the penis play continued.

I tried to relax and slow my racing heart, and I was successful only when my mystery fellator picked up the pace and starting massaging my balls with a free hand. My cock finally convinced my brain to just shut up and enjoy. Of course, this couldn’t last. The eroticism of having my wife’s lips pressed with excitement to mine, her tongue in my mouth, and meanwhile my stiff cock deep down the throat of…someone, was more than my over-stimulated body could take. I felt an orgasm fast approaching and I pulled away from Chris’s mouth to provide the traditional moment’s warning.

“I’m gonna cum…” I moaned. I expected the mouth sucking me down to immediately abandon its efforts and declare mission accomplished. A quickly substituted fist would finish the job. But it didn’t happen that way. I continued to feel the warm lips gliding up…and down…up…and down. No change in tempo. Chris stopped kissing me, however. I assume to watch me orgasm. And I did. With tremendous force, I ejaculated into the mystery mouth. My hips bucked and I could feel load upon load spurting from my cock. My orgasm was huge. It lasted an eternity. And all the while, the cock-sucking continued. I thought I heard gagging as my birthday surprise failed to swallow my cum quickly enough, but Christine was moaning so loudly at the same time that it’s difficult to know for sure.

When it was all over I lay, exhausted and spent, on the bed. The mouth that had performed so magically managed to suck every last drop of cum from my cock before finally setting me free. Chris’s hand remained over my eyes, of course, as she whispered in my ear, “I hope you enjoyed your surprise…don’t ever say I don’t do nice things for you.”

Then the room was silent for a few moments. When Christine finally removed her hand we were alone in the room. My cock was slick with saliva. A moment later I heard the kitchen door close and then the sound of a car engine. Christine was so hot and excited she was rubbing herself through her lace underwear. Unfortunately, I couldn’t satisfy her. I couldn’t even move. But I got to watch her get herself off with her fingers, her wetness running down her thigh, culminating in a loud orgasm just a minute later. When it’s your birthday I’ll get my own back on you I thought, I know just the girl who can help.

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