I felt the cool and tender touch of Jake's hand across my cheek and the light touch of his lips on my forehead waking me from a peaceful sleep. I stirred and his lips moved to mine waking me with feelings of comfort, security and love.
"Good morning sleepy head," he murmured into my lips. "Sit up, I brought you some coffee to start your day."
I leaned forward and Jake arranged the pillows behind me so I could lean back on them. I took the proffered cup of coffee and smiled at just how lucky I was. Then I looked down at myself. I was a wreck. The illegal excuse for a skirt that I had worn last night was crumpled around my waist leaving me bare below it. The cotton t-shirt that Jake had modified with his wicked imagination and scissors was twisted around me leaving one breast bare.
"Jeez Jake, I look like I was attacked and molested last night in my sleep!" I moaned.
"You look great!" he responded, "the most beautiful I have ever seen you."
I glanced over at the clock and saw it was ten AM already.
"Jake why'd you let me sleep so late?" I asked him.
"What did you have to get up for?" he came back, "besides you looked so cute sleeping that I just enjoyed watching you."
He walked away from me and around the foot of the bed. Careful not to shake the bed and make me spill my hot drink he climbed over the end of the mattress. His hands moved my legs open as he crawled his way between them and then lowered his head to me. He grinned as he stuck out his tongue and licked along my newly bare pussy.
"Oh God!" I moaned, "that feels so good!"
"I'm glad you like it, I plan to do a lot more," he said.
"Ummm."
Jake went back to work and let me tell you he is really good at his job! The sensation of flesh on flesh was still new to me and I was loving it. He showered me with kisses and little sucks and nibbles as he worked me to a higher and higher level of excitement. I tried to keep my coffee cup steady and was loosing the battle so I set it on the nightstand and surrendered to the feelings.
"Tell me," Jake said lifting his face from me, "have you enjoyed my birthday so far?"
He lowered his mouth back to me and keeping his eyes on mine he ran his tongue through my slit and pressed it tight against my clit. His lower face shone with the combination of his saliva and my juices giving testimony to the effectiveness of his work.
I didn't answer him.
"Come on," he said, removing his tongue from me, "tell me the truth."
"Oh don't stop Jake, please," I groaned, "I'll tell you later."
"I want to hear now," he replied swatting my engorged clit with his tongue over and over.
"Please Jake, I don't want to talk about it now."
He clamped my clit lightly in his teeth, then released it letting the blood flow back. My whole body throbbed with my heartbeat.
"Tell me lover," he repeated.
His tongue smacked my hard clit and as it rebounded my body jerked.
"Jake I'm afraid. I don't think you'll like what I feel about yesterday!" I pleaded, "don't make me tell you."
He rested the point of his chin on my clit and smiled at me, "You're going to have to tell me sooner or later, so just do it now."
"Oh Jake!" I cried. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the picture lying there.
"You just need to remember that I gave you the gift card, you picked the present!"
I laid the picture on my belly where he could see it clearly.
"Do you see the woman in this picture? I don't mean the bare pussy she's showing the whole world, I mean her face. That is the face of a woman in heat, in a complete sexual daze. That's a woman that wants to fuck! In fact she asked you if you wanted her to fuck that man. You know what, if you had even nodded your head she would have!"
"I know," he chuckled.
"Jake that's me in that picture, but it's not a woman either one of us has ever know before." I continued. "That was me spreading my legs and showing a stranger my pussy, but that isn't the woman you married and have lived with for ten years."
He smiled at me again, "Oh yes it is, just a different part of you."
"Oh Jake, look at that picture, that girls a slut!"
"That is the prettiest, sexiest looking, most exciting women I have ever met!" he said and lowered his tongue to me again.
I felt him slide through me and then focus on my still raging clit. I was wet and excited and that belied the words I had just spoken. That was me in the pictures, I just didn't want to admit it, to him or to myself.
Jake's hand moved between my legs under his mouth and his finger slipped into me effortlessly. He stroked my pussy with finger and tongue and brought me to a new peek of need. I was twisting and turning under him, not trying to escape, but trying to get more contact, more pleasure.
I was fondling y own breasts as he slid his tongue in me and lifted me higher. All that existed right then was the feeling that Jake started in my sex and that traveled through my entire body.
Then he stopped!
"Jake!" I screamed at him, "don't, don't stop, not now!"
He pulled away from me and my hand reached down to cover my pussy. "You need to get your lazy butt up and take a shower."
"Oh God Jake, you can't stop now! I'll go crazy, you're driving me wild!"
"Good," he said, "I like wild pussy! Besides, I want you to be horny. I like it when you're horny."
"Oh fuck!" I mumbled.
"Later, if you're good. Now go take a shower and I'll go fix something to eat."
I watched his cute bare ass as he left the room then when I thought my legs would support me rolled out of bed. I started the shower and climbed in feeling every drop of water that touched my flaming body. The running water made me remember my bladder. I spread my legs and peed down the drain. The feeling was almost sexual as the stream flowed from me. I was becoming such a pervert!
I lathered up all over and the feeling of my hands on my flesh was stimulating. I caressed my breasts and belly, working lower until I was soaping my pussy vigorously. Enjoying the feeling of my hands slipping over bare flesh.
"I don't care if you play a little," I heard from just outside the shower stall, "but don't make yourself cum, that's my job."
"A girl can't get any relief around here," I called back.
I washed the dried and crusty remnants of last night's adventure from my body and then stepped out and dried off. I reached for my robe on the wall hook. It wasn't there. I remembered taking it off and dropping it on the bed yesterday so went in there to look. There was no sign of it on the bed or the floor.
I draped a towel over my shoulders and went to my vanity to brush my teeth and clean my face. Sitting down I did my hair by just running a brush through it and letting the natural curl take care of the rest. The salon had done a good job yesterday, the highlights looked great and the trim let the hair fall right into place. I applied a little makeup and perfume and then wandered back to the bedroom to look for my robe again.
There was still no sign of it, but at the foot of the bed was a pair of the new high heels we bought. "Duh," I thought, "robe vanishes and heels appear. I can take a hint Jake."
I slipped on the heels and then, just like any woman, walked to the dressing mirror to check myself out. I liked what I saw. I didn't look half-bad really. My five foot three was lifted four inches by the heels and what it did to my posture was fabulous. My butt had a nice tight rounded look and my legs were firm and defined. My belly held in flat because of the erect stance I took in the shoes and my breasts seem higher and firmer too. I had to admit that I really like the look of the freshly waxed pussy the most. It just seemed so damn sexy and naughty.
I had forgotten about Jake and the curtains until I entered the living room. Of course the ass had not closed them. It was Sunday, and not many people would be out even this time of the morning, but I still got butterflies in my stomach crossing the room nude.
Jake was busy in the kitchen fixing us a brunch when I walked in.
"Fuck!" he stammered, "you look great!"
His eyes told me he was telling the truth, and his rising dick confirmed it.
I walked with an exaggerated swagger up to him and took his hard dick in my hand giving him a couple of tight strokes.
"What's a girl got to do to get laid around here?" I asked him as I nuzzled my face to his chest and rubbed my bare breasts against him.
"Oh you're definitely working in the right direction," he answered, "but just think how horny you'll be in another hour!"
He looked a little silly with his hard dick bobbing around as he tried to prepare food, but I found myself enjoying just watching him. He really does have a good body.
Jake is six foot two and there is no fat on him anywhere. He's a good tennis player and I can only beat him if I take advantage of my speed. The thing I like most about Jake is that we can talk, or at least used to. We used to have long conversations about almost anything, music, art, literature, politics, religion and even sex. The past couple of years we bickered more than talked.
That morning we talked. We sat in the kitchen together, one pair of high heels the only clothing in the room, and talked for an hour or more. We agreed and disagreed, we talked of things high and low, we laughed and shook our heads at the silliness and sometimes outright meanness of the world. We enjoyed each other as we sipped our juice and coffee, nibbled on our fruit salads and held hands over the tabletop.
I hadn't enjoyed myself so much in a long time.
It was approaching noon and we still sat comfortably at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang.
It cut through the conversation like a knife. It rang in my mind telling me, RING, hey you're naked! RING, hey you and Jake are both naked and the nearest clothes are on the other side of those open windows! It was, RING-A-DING, hey girl, you know what Jake is going to do now don't you?
There was a Cheshire Cat grin on his face as he looked at me and asked, "Would you mind getting that birthday girl?"
He meant birthday present girl, reminding me of my promise in his card yesterday.
