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My wife crawled over to my stiff missile and took it in her mouth. She made sure to look at the camera when she could and did she ever put on a show! She started slowly, focusing on my mushroom head. She followed this by using her tongue to slide down my cock slowly, before taking each ball in her mouth. She returned to my cock and deep throated me, holding my cock in her mouth for a few seconds before she began a fast and furious assault on my cock with her mouth.
Knowing I would come soon if she couldn’t this fast pace, I pushed her onto her back and crawled between her legs. I popped open the buttons covering her cunt and buried my face in between her legs. I sucked on her clit and slid a finger inside her warmth. Her moans began instantly and her breathing picked up as I slowly fingered her. Unlike yesterday`s nasty talk, today she was silent and just enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I wanted this too last, so I took my time pleasing her.
I licked slowly, rolling her clit with my tongue, which had her giving slight spasms of joy, but not enough to get off. After a few minutes of this, she surprised me yet again by grabbing my head, pulling it deeper into her pussy and beginning to rub her pussy up and down on my face. Her moans increased again and in less than a minute my face was coated with her cum.
She held me there until after her orgasm was done and then demanded, “Get on your back, Superman.”
I quickly obeyed and watched my wife straddle my cock, turn to face the camera and not me, and envelop my cock. She then rode me slow and smooth, looking at the camera the whole time. I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear the soft moans with each up and down rise and fall. I just laid back and enjoyed the ride. Her sweet ass moving up and down on my stiff erection was mesmerizing to watch.
I don’t know how long she kept up this slow sweet pace but it felt like an eternity. Suddenly, she somehow tightened her cunt around my cock and started riding me faster. The pleasure quickly accelerated from a slow simmer to a fast boil as my wife got all porn stars on me. Her moans became louder and she finally spoke, “Oh yeah baby, your cock feels so good in me, tell me when you are close.”
A minute later I warned her, “I’m close, baby.”
My wife quickly got off me and pulled me up onto my knees. Once I was up, she wrapped her hand around my cock and pumped my cock furiously. It was then I realized what she was about to allow me to do…another first…a facial. Just the thought of doing it was too much and I sprayed my cum on her face.
The first stream hit her forehead and hair, the second her nose and mouth and the third and final blast hit her chin. It was the hottest moment ever and it was on tape. Once done, she gobbled my cock again and retrieved any last minute cum. Finally, she looked at the camera, smiled and said, “Movie 1-my first facial.”
I collapsed back on the bed and she followed. Foreshadowing a crazy next seven days, she teased, “If you think this was hot, you have not seen anything yet.”
I smiled and said, “If we keep up at this pace, I may not make it.”
She smiled back, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”
I countered, “I guess worst case scenario, it would be a great way to go.”
6. THE SIXTH DAY OF SEXMAS…Monday December 19th, 2011
I woke up expecting some sort of hot kinky sex, but found the bed empty. I felt a surprising wave of disappointment to not see her in bed. I yawned and could hear music downstairs, so I grabbed my robe and made my way to the kitchen. I could smell the delicious aroma of bacon. Once I reached the kitchen my morning got even better.
Sarah, naked except for her apron to cover her precious parts, was frying bacon and making pancakes. Breakfast had never been so sexy. She smiled, grabbed the coffee and sauntered over to me, leaned over to give me an ample peak at her firm breasts, and poured my coffee. Once my coffee was poured, she returned to the stove and finished making breakfast.
I sipped my coffee and just admired my beautiful wife and her determination to continue to make our marriage spontaneous. She finished the last of the bacon and made me a plate. She returned to the kitchen table and handed me a plate with bacon, pancakes and toast.
She smiled and said, “Good morning, baby. This is an interactive breakfast.”
“Interactive?” I was confused.
Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees, crawled under the table and took my cock in her mouth.
Stunned, yet again, I took a bite of bacon as my wife slowly sucked my cock. I grabbed the sports section of the paper and checked the scores while I had breakfast and got a slow blowjob. Another of my dreams was to be watching football, with a beer in one hand, a plate with steak in front of me while Sarah gave me the exact same luxurious blowjob. Sarah pleasured my cock with such tenderness;
I doubt I would have come if we stayed in these positions for the whole day. I would have just continued to be in a perpetual state of pleasure. Alas, after fifteen minutes I was finished breakfast and decided my wife deserved some pleasure too. I said, “Get up here, baby.”
She crawled out from underneath the table with a smile on her face, “Did you enjoy your breakfast?”
“It was delicious and very relaxing,” I replied, “but I think it is time for you to have the same luxurious breakfast.”
“I already ate,” she replied, before adding to clarify, “breakfast I mean.”
“Well, then I guess I should have dessert,” I smiled, lifting her onto the table and spreading her legs. I moved to her pussy and gave long, wide licks of her still dry pussy lips. The wetness soon came and I continued with long up and down strokes, eager to get her off.
I felt her lean back and I was surprised when I saw a yellow banana in my face, “Fuck me with this baby, while you suck my clit.”
Not one to disagree with my wife’s pleasure, I took the long, curved fruit and slipped it inside her now very damp pussy. Moving my head up a bit, I moved up and concentrated on her clit. Tentative at first with the fruit, I began to pump my wife’s pussy with it when she demanded, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me fast.”
As I obeyed her request, her breathing got heavier and I knew the double pleasure of my mouth on her clit and the banana in her pussy was going to get her off soon. “Oh God yes, don’t stop baby, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she screamed as she got closer and seconds later exploded all over the make-shift fuck toy.
Taking charge, I let go of her clit, pulled out the banana, pulled her off the table, bent her over the table and slid my cock inside her just fucked pussy. She hadn’t even finished climaxing when I began to pound her from behind. Her loud moans continued with each thrust. “Oh yes, baby, fuck me, I want to feel your cum deep inside me.”
One of her hands held onto the table for grip while the other reached for the banana and she sucked her juices off the long, yellow fruit. The sight was hot, obscene and so out of character for my wife that it had my balls bubbling and three more hard deep thrusts was all I needed to fill my wife with my seed. I continued slow pumps into my wife as I finished my orgasm. Once spent, I fell back on my chair and my wife turned around, peeled the banana and took a bite.
She smiled, “I figured that with you leaving at five in the morning tomorrow you may want to go to bed early, so I better get the sixth day of Christmas done early.”
“You continue to surprise me, baby,” I replied, watching her eat the banana that was just buried inside her. I know by peeling the fruit it was still clean and so forth, but it still seemed so naughty.
Again foreshadowing even more naughtiness, she teased, finishing the banana, “Oh baby, there is so much more to come and I definitely indeed meant the pun.”
She sat on my lap, her wetness leaking onto my leg and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss.
We both eventually unwrapped ourselves from our lust and got ready for work. As I drove to work forty-five minutes later I knew I had the best wife in the world.
7. THE SEVENTH DAY OF SEXMAS…Tuesday December 20th, 2011
After yesterday’s morning sex, I went over 24 hours without any action. Last night, Sarah worked late getting her Christmas pageant ready for Wednesday and I packed and went to bed early. I was leaving for a two-day conference in New York and would not return until Thursday evening.
I was getting so used to her surprises, I expected some sort of action in the morning, or on the drive to the airport, but it was all business. Hugs, kisses, promises to call tonight.
The day itself was uneventful. A two-hour delay at the airport, a painfully bumpy flight and a stupidly expensive cab ride and I was in downtown New York. That afternoon I did some shopping, bought Sarah a couple of sweet New York trinkets she would love.
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I took a risk, buying her an expensive gold dress that I was sure she would love. Although my track record at buying her clothing was spotty at best (the wrong size, unflattering colors, etc), I was pretty confident this was perfect. I assumed she already had a dress for this year’s formal New Year’s Eve Party, but in case she didn’t this would be perfect.
I had a great supper at an overpriced steakhouse and retreated to my room around 7:30. As I collapsed on my king-sized bed, I checked my phone for messages and learned it was dead. I grabbed a charger and plugged it in. I noticed three missed calls from Sarah, one from Jarrod, a colleague, and five missed text messages all from Sarah:
The first one was while I was in the air.
Sarah: Have a good flight…I saw you were delayed.
The second one came around lunch time.
Sarah: I am having a cucumber salad for lunch. What else can a cucumber be used for?
My cock twitched at that sexual innuendo. The third came after her school day would have been done.
Sarah: I am so horny right now…I am going through withdrawal. L
I was too. I realized my growing cock pointed out. The fourth text was from a couple hours ago.
Sarah: Called you twice. Turn on your phone so I can turn you on.
Now fully erect, I checked the last message.
Sarah: I found out what else a cucumber can be used for…too bad you didn’t answer my last call.
She wouldn’t? Would she? A week ago I would have said no, but now…hmmm…maybe. I tried calling her back, but it was my turn to get no answer. I sighed and texted her.
Sorry baby, my phone died. Back at the hotel now. Probably just going to watch porn and wish you were here. J
Of course, I didn’t watch porn, I watched a hockey game. I was just dozing off when my cell rang. It was Sarah.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she asked.
“A travel day. Long, frustrating and tiresome,” I replied.
“Too bad I wasn’t there to make you feel better,” she teased.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I threatened.
“Hmmmm, is that a challenge?” she asked.
Unsure what she meant, I decided to play along, “Yes, it is.”
“Game on,” she replied. “Do you know what I am wearing right now?”
“I am going to go with a monkey suit,” I joked.
“Haha, you perv! That probably would turn you on,” she teased.
“Anything you wear turns me on, baby,” I countered.
“You don’t have to suck up baby, you already have me.”
“Just stating the facts ma’am,” I replied.
“Anyways, the answer to my simple question is absolutely nothing,” she said.
“Hmmm,” I moaned, envisioning her on our bed naked, before adding, “not even stockings?”
“Nope,” she replied, “as naked as the day I was born. Question.”
“Yes,” I replied, used to her changing subjects randomly with one word: question.
“If I was to dyke out with one of my friends, who would you like it to be?”
“W-w-what?” I stammered.
“I think my question was pretty clear,” she rebuked, teasing me.
Realizing there was no good answer to this question, I answered, “I refuse to answer based on the reality that whoever I say could lead to dire consequences for me later.”
“Good call,” she teased, “but I already know the answer.”
“You do?” I asked.