Honey, you really need to blow off some steam."
Those words, coming from my wife of three months, are seared into my memory, no less so than if she would have branded me. Like any watershed moment in a person's life memories come fast and easy, some good, some not so good and some are a combination. The words came fifteen years ago today, while I was still a young attorney fresh out of law school and climbing my way up the corporate ladder.
My wife and I always had a very good sex life, even from the beginning. Nothing was been taboo before we were married. Not that we did everything and everyone but we did enjoy each other very much. But, since our Jamaican honeymoon I had been working my ass off. After all, isn't that what a good husband's supposed to do, carry the load and bring home enough money so he can buy his wife nice things and acquire a nice house to call a home? I guess we're programmed to believe that, but my wife sensed the passion was leaving us. Sure we had sex a few times a week, but its not easy to swing from the chandeliers when you have an "innocent" man to defend.
"Honey, you really need to blow off some steam, and I know just what you need."
She said to me on the phone. I was working late again and she called to tell me she had a surprise planned for me on Friday. Since this was Tuesday evening that gave me a full two and a half days to get caught up because
"Come hell or high water you will be home at 3PM sharp," Kate told me.
What could I say, I knew she was right, I did need to blow off some steam and I was hoping that wasn't all that was going to be blown on Friday.
The week dragged on and I found myself fantasizing about what Friday might bring. Did she get a new toy for us to play with? I know she likes to put on a show for me. She loves to sit me in a chair across from her and look me in the eyes while she slowly fingers her pussy.
"Do you want to taste my little pussy baby, I'm getting so wet for you right now."
She knows how much I love the taste of her and she would tease me until she was good and ready for my tongue to lap up her nectar and push her over the edge for her first orgasm. Enough, I thought. If I'm to have any chance of getting home on time I had to get to work.
In the few moments we had at home she would give me a sly little grin and tell me how much she was looking forward to Friday, how I would be "so surprised." She wouldn't go into any detail other than to say I better take my vitamins because I am going to "need my strength." Damn, this woman is such a tease, but that's why I love her, she teases the shit out of me but in the end the payoff is usually mind blowing.
Finally, Friday 2:00 PM and I am getting very anxious. My cock is rock hard just thinking about her pussy and her eyes. Her eyes look into my soul and bring out the animal in me. In my mind I can see her on our bed, trim, gorgeous, wearing my favorite lavender bra and garter belt, sheer white thigh highs with lace around the top strapped in place, a thin little lavender thong between her cheeks and those "come fuck me" heels she knows I love. She is peering back at me, ass in the air, taunting me. I can't see her face, just her eyes and her dirty blond hair. Fuck, I am so hard my cock is starting to seep. I need to get out of here now. I need to get home to Kate.
I jump in my car and drive the twenty miles home and it seems to take forever. I arrive at 2:50, I am early. Is she ready for me? My thoughts are racing. I better wait in my car. I know Kate will come to me when she is ready. At exactly 3PM Kate opens up the door to the house, and all I see is a finger motioning me inward. Anticipation is a hypnotic elixir, at that very moment Kate could have asked me to do anything and if it was in my power I would have complied.
I jump out of the car and run into the house and there she is, just as I pictured her in my dream. We rush together and my mouth meets hers. I feel for her tongue and she eagerly gives it to me. I suck her tongue deep into my mouth, knowing that soon my mouth will taste what I really want, which is her sweet salivating pussy. After a minute she pushes me away and tells me to go take a shower while she prepares my surprise.
I am so worked up I just want to explode but I know I want to be nice and clean for Kate. After all, who wants to suck a sweaty cock when a clean one is just a moment away? I jump into the shower and lather up getting nice and clean. I slip a soapy finger into my ass to make sure that's clean as well, Kate knows how much I love her tongue inside my ass, I can almost feel her probing now.
As I leave the bathroom Kate is nowhere to be found. Where the fuck is she, I need her now! I walk desperately through the house, no Kate. Finally, after I've exhausted a search of every other room I stand at the basement door. When we moved in we furnished it as a game room. Little did I know what games were to be played here. As I near the door I hear a low, pleasant moan. Someone, a woman, seems to be getting sucked, and from the sound they are getting sucked really well. But the voice is not Kate's. I stop and listen as long as I can and I hear the carnal sounds coming from this woman
"Oh, fuck, Kate, your tongue feels so good, god baby, stick it in me, fuck me with your tongue."
Kate? Who the fuck is in there with her? I am so hot now I can't wait any longer and as I walk through the door I see Kate bending over the pool table, her head between another woman's legs licking her feverishly. She hears me come through the door and brazenly looks back.
"Surprise, Joe, do you like your present?"
Oh, yes, baby, I do!"
"Then come here and get down on your knees and suck my pussy while I suck hot little Marie here."
Oh, fuck yes! Marie? Hmm, a new friend?
I slide the lavender thong aside and bury my face in Kate's ass,
