I nearly tripped down the front stairs on my way to the car. It was going to happen. It was actually going to happen. The wife was really going to allow it.
My cock was half-hard by the time the engine turned over. I gave it rub, squeezed it a bit. Anticipation poured adrenaline into my veins. My wife, God bless her, had decided a month ago that the only decent birthday gift for the man who has everything was a blowjob.
Sounds simple, right? I mean, who doesn't get it sucked on their birthday?
But this is why my wife is better than yours. She went ahead and wrote the ultimate of hall passes. For my birthday she had let me off of the marital hook. She had let me choose the mouth I wanted. The answer was as obvious as it was predictable to us both:
Becky...
Becky has been my best friend since nursing school, going back ten years. For the two years before I met my wife, Becky and I experimented with a 'friends with benefits' arrangement. Her curvy frame and platinum blond hair belonged on a 50's pinup and stood in stark contrast to my wife's athletic figure and dark hair. Becky's tits, my God her tits, were something like 36GG and firm like you wouldn't believe.
I salivated at the prospect of getting a hold of them again.
But the rules had been made clear: oral only. My wife had actually made the call (the three of us are very close) to request the unusual gift. It had taken some convincing; Becky had been seeing a new guy pretty regularly. In the end, her kinky, adventurous side had won and she had agreed.
Memories of the million blow jobs and dozens of places where she had sucked my cock flooded my mind. The sky on the horizon was like the big screen at an adult theater. I rubbed my swollen member again. The urge to pull it out and go to town was unbearable.
An agonizing hour later, I pulled into her driveway, nearly side-swiping the jeep that we used to use to fuck on the beach... another story.
I got out of the car and composed myself. My heart pounded, my palms were damp, and there was a very noticeable wet spot on the front of my jeans. I dried my palms on my knees. The house's deep red door got closer with every step. I raised a fist to knock.
The door clicked and slowly inched back inside. Becky peeked out from behind the door. Her sapphire eyes sparkled. Her lips curled into the coy smile that I had seen a billion times before.
It always meant I'd soon be cumming like a rocket.
"Oh good. It's you," she said. She pulled the door all the way open and stepped into the threshold.
I nearly came in my pants.
The braless, white lace of her corset punched the air from my lungs. The matching stockings ran halfway up her thighs and cinched into a frilly garter. She still had the ivory-colored heels I loved to grab onto while fucking her from behind.
Words fell like rocks from my stupid, stammering mouth. I was a high schooler staring at his first naked girl all over again.
Becky giggled. She cupped her tits in her hands, deviously lifting them closer to her mouth. She opened her mouth and licked her pouty lips. Her tongue crept to a nipple. She let her breasts fall from her hands and winked.
I was frozen in place on the porch like a block of marble, throbbing in my pants.
"Aw, looks like Matty still likes the girls," Becky said, pulling a clutch of blond hair between her tits. She obviously remembered how insane that drove me. Her eyes drifted to the bulge poking through my pants. "Oh, he definitely still likes them."
Becky reached for my belt, her delicate fingers working the buckle like a master musician. As the zipper parted, she sank to a squat, knees flared wide apart.
I croaked, "Here?" I glanced back over my shoulder at the road. At least three cars had passed since the door had opened.
Becky flashed me a devilish grin. She shrugged a shoulder. "Sure. The front steps are as good as any other place."
Cool October air brushed my thighs as she tugged my jeans down. Her fingertips slipped behind my boxer's waistband. I inhaled deeply. She pulled the front of my shorts down. My cock sprang to attention for her greedy eyes.
"Well, well, well," Becky said, placing her hands on my thighs. "What have we here?"
Becky lightly dragged her nails over my legs and leaned in. Her lips parted. Finally, I thought.
At the last second, Becky pursed her lips. She blew a stream of cool air over my cock's crown and down my swollen shaft. I shivered at the new-old feeling of her breath. Her tongue flicked, stealing a fat drop of sticky pre-cum.
When her warm fingers grasped my member, I suddenly blurted, "You're sure Eddie's ok with this?"
Becky cocked an eyebrow, licked her lips. She swallowed my aching cock to the base and then gave it a few good, long strokes with her hand. "Are you kidding? He's almost as big a perv as you are. He practically begged me to watch, but I told him this was a special gift only for you." Her head bobbed a few more times.
My knees buckled. A gift for me and anyone else driving by, I thought. A moment later, Becky pulled her mouth from my flesh with a wet, popping sound. She stood and grasped me by the cock. "Let's go in. I have a few things I wanna do."
Becky turned and slipped back inside, leading me by the cock. I stared at her round, fair-skinned ass. I couldn't believe how firm it looked. It swayed gently beneath her hips as she walked down the hall, heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
The smoke show in the lacy white lingerie pointed at the couch and wordlessly commanded me to sit. She knelt between my knees, and slipped my jeans down around my ankles. My cock poured pre-cum, pointed at the ceiling like a steel pillar, and twitched.
I put my hands down on my knees. Becky rested hers on top of mine. She flipped her hair back behind her shoulders and swallowed me whole again. She wrapped her hands around the base of my cock. She sucked and stroked. Sucked and stroked. Twisted her hands like she was polishing silver. Her mouth was hotter than the sun. And wet. Wet like I remembered.
The groan that escaped my mouth only emboldened her. Becky released her grasp. She worked my cock all the way down her tight throat, gurgling at the bottom. She worked her neck in little mini-strokes, leaving my cock to simmer in her mouth.
Becky stopped sucking, but still slowly stroked me. She had this look to her that melted me whenever she was on her knees and peering up. "You enjoying yourself, Matty?" she asked, reaching beside the couch.
I could hardly breathe. My best friend was sucking my cock again. It was like I had gone back in time. "Best birthday ever," I said.
"You'll love this then." The can clicked as Becky shook it.
My jaw dropped. This was new. Becky had always sucked a mean dick, but this was a whole new level. I made a mental note to thank her boyfriend if he turned out to be responsible.
