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  Jean Zee

  As I walked into the kitchen that morning, I had the strange feeling that something was going to happen. Maybe it had already happened and I just didn’t know it. I saw my wife standing there with a smirk on her beautiful face. When I saw her in the black negligee, I felt my cock begin to stir underneath my light cotton robe.

  “Good Morning, darling. I’m excited to open my birthday gift.” Still smiling, she seductively licked a drop of hot butter from her finger and said, “It’d better be good.”

  “Uh-oh.” I’d totally forgotten about it, and I realized she knew it. Stalling, I stole a slice of bacon from her plate, stuffed it in my mouth, mumbling incoherently around it.

  “Let me guess. You forgot, didn’t you?” Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat there glaring at me, and I tell you, if looks could kill . . .

  “Actually,” I replied, “I didn’t forget. I’m hurt that you think your husband would forget your birthday.” Thinking quickly, I walked over and began massaging her shoulders, my fingers only inches away from her heavy mounds of flesh. “This year I thought that for once, I’d give you something you really want.”

  “Really?” she said, still sounding doubtful, but as I felt the tension leave her shoulders, I that I had pulled it off. Looking up at me, she asked, “Well, darling. What is it . . .”

  Giving my beautiful wife my biggest smile, I replied, “Anything you want, darling.”

  “What?”

  “I mean it.” I kneeled down beside her, took her hands in mine, kissing them softly, knowing she liked that. “Darling, you tell me what you want, and it’s yours. I’ve saved some cash and I’ve arranged Jim to cover for me at work. I’ve also cleared my schedule for the weekend. I’m ready for anything your sexy little heart desires.”

  I had to admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded damn convincing.

  “You’re not lying to me, are you?” she asked, clearly uncertain. “I mean, did you really plan this?”

  “You bet, darling. This year, I wanted you to have a present that really means something to you. I mean, what do you give the woman who has everything?”

  “Hmm . . .” As she bit her upper lip, she slowly shook her head. “That’s a tough one.” Then she smiled warmly and asked, “Are you sure you mean anything?”

  “Yes, my darling. Anything!” I didn’t have any idea what she had in mind, but I was stuck in a bind and it was far too late to back out now.

  “You always complain we never do anything exciting, so this is your chance.”

  “Hmmm… that gives me so many ideas.”

  Kissing the top of my head, she got up from the chair and walked out of the kitchen. Stopping in the doorway and still smiling, she let her black-lace negligee drop to the floor and said, “Give me until dinner. You’d better believe I’m not going to waste this.”

  As I watched her sexy little ass jiggle its way down the hall, I wondered what I’d gotten myself into. When we’d first met, she’d been a wild girl and although I’d loved it at the time, now we were married, it seriously worried me.

  She’d suggested some really kinky stuff in the past, and I’d tried a few things just to keep her happy, but I don’t think she’d ever really opened up about her fantasies. Now, seeing that familiar smile on her face, I knew she was planning something really bizarre, something I would probably remember forever.

  “You’ve got to go through with it, Pete,” I told myself as I tossed the rest of the toast in the garbage. I dropped the dirty plate in the sink and hoped she’d show me some mercy. “After all,” I tried to reassure myself, “What’s one weekend compared to the lifetime of marriage we have ahead of us?”

  “Pete!” Jules yelled at me from somewhere upstairs. “Meet me in the bathroom.

  The bathroom? I knew I had said “anything” but what could happen in the bathroom? “Alright, alright. I’m coming!”

  As I walked into the bathroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The woman standing before me couldn’t be my wife of ten years. Not that I minded the look, not at all, it’s just that I’d never seen her dressed like that before.

  “Wow,” I told her, whistling softly.

  “Is that all you can say?” I suppose her pouting was supposed to make me feel bad, but it looked too damn sexy to work.

  “You’ve had a busy afternoon.”

  “Mmmm. Do you like it?”

  “Oh yes, I like it a lot.”

  Jules was wearing a long blond wig. Then, to match her new hairstyle, she had painted her nails a bright slutty red. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she had really applied her make-up on thick, giving her a slutty, whorish appearance that really aroused me. I felt my cock stirring.

  “Oh, Oh!” I thought, “Here we go, it’s just like the old days all over again.”

  “That’s wonderful. Now the only thing left to do is shave.”

  “…And what? You want me to watch?”

  “No, my darling. You’re the one who’s about to be shaved.”

  The instant I saw her smirk, I knew what she meant. She’d hinted at it for a long time, and I guessed this was her chance to finally get her way. Oh well, if this was the worst she had to offer, then I guess I could live with it.

  “Here, sit down on the toilet, while I get that sexy little body of yours all lathered up.”

  Five minutes later and almost six months growth was literally down the drain. I fancied myself as a bit of a hipster and I’d liked it and Jules didn’t.

  “There finished. That looks so much better.”

  “Do you think so?” Seeing myself in the mirror, I just thought I looked odd, naked almost.

  “I sure do.” Then, turning me around for a deep, passionate kiss, she added, “It feels much better too. Nice and smooth.”

  When she finally let me come up for air, I laughed, “So, that was your birthday wish?”

  For some reason, her laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “Not even close, darling. You promised me the weekend, and I plan to use every last bit of it!”

  That wasn’t quite what I had meant, but there was no backing out now. Deciding to make the best of it, I smiled and asked her, “Well then, what’s next?”

  “Hmm. Follow me.”

  Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I was impressed with what she had done to it. Candles were burning, creating a dim sexy light, incense was burning, and she had set up the digital camera over in the corner.

  Everything looked romantic until I noticed she’d covered the bed with some kind of shiny black sheet. I felt it and asked, “Is that rubber?”

  “Close enough. It’s latex.” As she hunted through her dresser, she added, “They’re really fun when they’re wet, and they’re easy to clean up.” Then, with her hands hidden behind her, she added, “Trust me, we’re going to need them!”

  I tried to look nonchalant as I shrugged, but I was getting worried again as I wondered what the hell I’d let myself into. Soothing me with her soft, sultry voice, she led me to the bed, telling me to lie down.

  Quickly, I obeyed and she lay down next to me. I was curious as to why she didn’t undress but her soft, stroking fingers and those slutty red nails distracted me, bringing me close so quickly. Suddenly, Jules stopped, took my hand, placing it on my hardening cock, and whispered in my ear.

  “Do it for me, darling. Let me watch you.” I was suspicious but her hand was insistent and my fingers slowly closed around my hard cock. “Yes,” she breathed, “show me. You know you want to, slut.”

  So, I did. I slowly started jerking off, naked on the b
ed, watched by Jules. It was exciting and I was so close, so very close when she suddenly held my moving hand still.

  “Stop,” said whispered in my ear.

  I was gasping and so close to the edge; my whole body was almost rigid as my cock was ready to spurt.

  “Darling,” she whispered, “I love watching you make man seed.

  “Then watch,” I croaked.

  “Watch what?”

  “Watch me jerk off,” I whispered, face burning and cock straining but I kept my hand still, waiting, almost for her permission.

  She smiled. “I’d love to watch you play with yourself,” she said as she suddenly swung off the bed, “I have a few things for you. To help.” She opened her dresser, took something out, and sat next to me on the bed.

  Smiling down at me, Jules held up a frilly pair of pink panties. “Look darling, so sexy, so soft. Would you like to jerk off in them?” I gulped and nodded. I was still holding my cock and it seemed to get harder.

  She dangled the frilly satin panties over me and slowly moved them down my chest. “Ask me, then,” she said softly, her eyes glittering.

  “Can I jerk off into your panties?” I croaked.

  “Please?” she prompted.

  “Please, can I?” I asked, desperate to do it, my cock straining.

  “Please what, darling?” she said sweetly.

  “Please can I jerk off into your panties?” Trying to regain some of my lost dignity.

  She giggled. “… My filly pink panties.”

  I nodded, sweating and almost gasping for breath. “Please,” I agreed, knowing I’d now crossed some invisible line. “Can I jerk off into your frilly pink panties?” As I said it, my cock twitched. I was totally under her spell.

  “Now drop the panties and spread your arms and legs.”

  I was confused but obeyed, dropping the frilly pink panties. Suddenly, I knew what was coming next, we’d played this game a few times before, and I’d enjoyed some of it.

  “As least use the leather ones, please.”

  “No chance. This is my birthday gift, remember that.” Two minutes later, and I was handcuffed to the bed, my hands and feet secured to each the four bedposts, powerless to resist as she pulled a blindfold over my eyes.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” This was different, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. Not knowing what she had planned for later was one thing, but not knowing what she was doing now was quite another.

  “Be quiet. It’s supposed to heighten your senses.”

  Strangely enough, she was right. Without my vision, the first thing I noticed was the vanilla scented candles. Next, was the sound of my restless body squeaking and sliding against the latex sheets. Just as I was about to ask what was next, I found out.

  “Oh, that feels good, darling. Mmmmmm… Keep sucking. Oh yeah.”

  One thing I had always loved about Jules’s wild years made her a talented cocksucker. Many mornings I’d woken up to find her warm fleshy lips wrapped around my cock, eagerly waiting for a serving of fresh breakfast cum. And, tonight she was in exceptional form.

  She started slowly, just taking my cock head into her mouth, but quickly moved from there. At first, she just started to lick it all over with her tongue. Her fleshy tongue massaged all over my cock, covering it with enough saliva and juice.

  She was just about driving me crazy and she knew from the way my cock kept jerking up and down. Tonguing down my shaft to my balls, she swallowed them both for a couple of minutes, all the while sliding her hand back and forth over my pulsating cock.

  I felt as if I was on fire with her hot tongue all over me, and her hand sliding on my shaft. I couldn’t take it any longer, and I was afraid I’d shoot in the air and waste it all. I pushed my cock into her mouth as if I was going to nail her to ceiling. I could feel it push by her tonsils and sink deep down into her throat.

  The slut didn’t even gag. She was hanging onto my balls, trying to run her finger up the crack of my ass. It drove me off my rocker for a little while, and I must have lost control, because I really started to slam my cock into her.

  Alternatively sucking on the down strokes and blowing on the up ones, she took a little bit more into her mouth each time, eventually ending up with her lips pressed up against my balls.

  “Ohhh, fuck yeah.” Groaning, my only regret was that I couldn’t see the bulge my cock was making in her throat, which never failed to arouse me.

  “So you liked that, eh?” Jules teased, releasing my now hard from her mouth. “Would Pete like some more?”

  That was a stupid question. “You know I do, you slut.”

  “Well, too bad because this is my weekend, not yours.”

  For a moment, I was afraid that meant blowjob was over, but she added, “Then again, I think I’d like some more.”

  This time, Jules took a deep breath and forced herself to deep throat my now throbbing cock on the first go, kissing my balls again.

  “Oh, God” If she’d moved, I would’ve ejaculated right there and then. Fortunately, she sensed the same thing and just held my shaft in her throat until the moment passed. Then she did something she’d never done before.

  Using a technique she’d never shown me before, she relaxed her throat even further and continued to take me deeper and deeper. It must have been a real stretch for her, but a minute later, she had my cock down her throat and my balls in her mouth.

  “Oh, my God!” I felt every single drop of blood in my body rush to my cock and knew I would cum any minute now. Jules had her lips locked around the base of my sac and was tonguing my balls and sucking my cock at the same time!

  “That’s it!” I growled, “I’m going to blow!”

  My whole insides seemed to drop when I came, and there was a sensation of suddenly flying and seeing all sorts of whirling stars. Cum was exploding everywhere and I could hear her gasping and choking and trying to swallow so she could breath.

  My first shot must’ve gone straight into her belly, but she quickly pulled back and let me fill her mouth with my hot, sticky cum explosion. As I felt spurt after spurt after spurt of my milky seed explode out and fill her mouth to overflowing, I thought I might pass out.

  I had never cum so hard and so long in my entire life. Whatever else she’d arranged for me that weekend, I suddenly wasn’t so worried. I was still ejaculating when she released my cock from her mouth.

  Now, all I wanted to do was tear the blindfold off my face, imagining what Jules must look like with her puffy cheeks puffed out thanks to my seed inside, with little trickles running down either side of her mouth.

  Smiling at the thought, I felt my balls finally empty themselves as a final glob of cum shot out and landed on my belly.

  “Oh my god, Jules. That was unbelievable,” I panted, still unable to believe how hard I’d climaxed. “If that’s the kind of stuff you want to do for your birthday, I think you should celebrate every day.”

  “Nice try, but women stop having birthdays at twenty-nine, didn’t you know that?”

  “Oh well, it’ll get us through the weekend at least,” I joked.

  “Mmmm, that was nice.” Jules smacked her lips together loudly, climbed off the bed and walked across the room. I guessed back to the dresser and her toys.