It was my birthday. My wife, Vicki, hadnāt hinted a word of it this morning before I left for work, much less any word of it all week. Usually sheās right on top of this kind of stuff so not hearing or seeing any glimpse of knowledge from her all week long started becoming depressing.
All day at work I was wondering if sheād actually forgotten about it. Today was Friday and the kids weāre at my in-laws until Sunday. I figured she might be throwing a party for me on Sunday but I would have had at least a clue of something. I usually donāt make a big deal out of my birthday; hell, Iām in my thirties. But she always does something, whether itās a simple cake to a big party, I always know sheās doing something. She even threw me a surprise party one year, but I figured it out early and knew it was coming. So how did she forget this one?
When I arrived home from work that night I found it unusual that every light in the house was off. Usually thereās at least a table lamp on in the living room that we use as a security light. But not tonight. Her car was in the garage so I knew she was home. Maybe she went out with the new neighbor, Jane, who just moved in across the street a few weeks ago. Her and Jane had become really good friends rather quickly and do a lot of things together, but at this time of night, even on a Friday, was unusual. I quickly ruled that out, however, for Janeās car was also at home.
I was fumbling with the keys as I walked up to the front door. Just as I put my key in the lock I noticed a note taped to the door. āYou thought Iād forgotten , I was trying to hide (it); If you want your present you must come inside.ā
Vicki and I have a very playful, almost childish (but in a grown-up sort of way) relationship, so even though this took me by surprise it fit something she would do(by the way, sheās not much of a poet).
Now I obviously knew she hadnāt forgotten; she had something up her sleeve. But by her doing it this way I knew it would be something worth while, whatever it was.
I instantly agreed to play along. I grabbed the note off the door, finished turning the lock and opened the door. The lights, as I said, were off, the room only lit dimly by a few scattered candles. I saw or heard no one. Setting my keys on the stand just inside the door(where I normally keep them; Vicki knows my usual routine), I found another note:
āYouāre probably hungry, worn out and beat; go into the kitchen thereās something to eat.ā
I walked into the kitchen and it was lit just like the living room. The first(and really the only) thing I saw was my wife, stark naked, laying spread eagled on the kitchen table, with her legs way up in the air. Her glistening wet pussy was staring me right in the face. Remembering the last note Iād just read I got the idea.
I quickly walked up to her and without saying a word went down on her. I knew what she liked and immediately went to work. I would suck and nibble on her clit for a few seconds then quickly shove my tongue deep into her hole. She immediately grabbed my head with both hands and ground my face into her pussy. She was already worked up before Iād even started on her. She was writhing and bucking her hips as I continued to work on her. I continued to repeat this process and, since she was already worked up when I started on her, had her cumming rather quickly.
Her orgasm hit her hard. I felt her body tense but continued my oral attention to her. As her orgasm hit she pulled my head even further into her pussy, forcing my tongue as far into her hole as it would go. It was a wild ride but there was no where else for me to go at that moment.
After her orgasm subsided and she collected her breath, she got up off the table and began to walk out of the room. She didnāt look at me nor did she say a word. Of course by this time, through all of that, I had a raging hard-on that needed to be released. Just as she exited the room she did speak, although very briefly. āDonāt you dare follow me until you go to the fridge.ā
Without missing a beat I quickly went to the refridgerator and, low and behold, found another note: āWeāve only just begun, donāt give up so soon; take off all your clothes and sit in the living room.ā
I quickly got myself naked, leaving my clothes in a pile on the kitchen floor. I walked into the living room but my wife was nowhere to be found. I sat on the couch in anticipation of what was to happen next. After a full minute or so Vicki came down the stairs, still naked, into the living room. She didnāt look me in the eyes, instead she was staring straight at my cock, which was standing tall and proud. She got down on her knees between my legs and, wasting no time, began working on my cock. She gently grabbed my balls in one hand and the base of my shaft with the other. She started by licking up and down my penis several times, then would pop the head into her mouth and suck on it for a few seconds. She continued this process over and over again, and occasionally she would take it all in her mouth, deepthroating me, but would only do this long enough for me to get the initial sensation, then pull it back out again. She knows that this kind of treatment drives me nuts and gets my cock hard as steel.
She only kept up this treatment, however, just long enough for me to get really worked up. Then she stopped. Just that quick she got up and began walking for the stairs, leaving me sitting there with a rock-hard cock that needed immediate attention.