BETHANY FISCHER
My husband has always planned rather spectacular surprises for my birthday. The first year we were married, he picked me up from work and whisked me away to a romantic weekend at Niagara Falls. Last year, he planned a huge party and invited just about everyone I’d ever known. But my favorite thing about these celebrations is that they always end with some great oral sex—against a fence in the dark with the rushing of the falls behind us, or in the bathroom of the catering hall he’d rented for the party with the voices of our friends dangerously close.
This year, however, I was turning thirty, and wasn’t quite as excited as I’d been in the past. In fact, when the alarm went off, I hit the snooze button and hid my head under the pillow. Then Jeff spooned against my back, and I cuddled against him.
“Happy birthday, Bethany,” he whispered in my ear. I grumbled something about it not being happy at all, and he chuckled. Then he kissed the back of my neck, and I felt his lips working their way down my body.
I moved away. “I have to go to work.”
He caught me and playfully held me tight. “Not today.”
“It’s Wednesday, and I didn’t call in.”
“I did it for you,” he whispered and nibbled at my neck.
Immediately, my stomach clenched with nervousness. “You didn’t plan some big surprise, did you? I wanted to have a quiet day.”
“Perfectly quiet,” he assured me, sliding lower. “Well, maybe not too quiet,” he added before disappearing below the sheets to take his place between my spread legs.
Jeff has always been a connoisseur of oral sex, and I sighed as he parted my legs. His hot breath tickled the sides of my thighs, and his hands came up and squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers. I moaned as a surge of heat shot straight to my cunt. “Mmm,” he murmured and breathed in deeply. “I can tell how much you want me.” He licked a path up my thigh, eventually stealing a taste of my swollen outer lips. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
I arched my back, pressing my tits against his hands. “I want your tongue on me,” I said.
“Where?” he asked playfully.
I paused as he gently pinched my nipples between his fingers. “On my pussy,” I managed to utter.
“Here?” he asked and flicked his tongue once between my dripping hole and my swollen clit.
“Yeah,” I breathed and bucked my hips against his face.
But Jeff was a master of delicious torment. “Or here?” He flicked his tongue between my slit and my asshole.
I sighed in response. My pussy was hot and throbbing by this time, and though his fingers on my nipples felt amazing, it was no longer enough. I thrust toward him, and he chuckled. He licked up my thigh once more, barely touching my cunt with his tongue, then he gave the same attention to my other leg.
“Please, Jeff,” I whispered to him.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me with your tongue.”
He groaned. For all his supposed control, I knew I could make him lose it at any second with a few dirty words. I gripped handfuls of the sheets as Jeff pushed my legs wide apart and stuffed his stiff tongue into my slit. Groaning, I thrust against him, and he strained to press as far into my body as possible.
Jeff teased me like that for a while longer, licking the length of my cunt and lapping up my freely flowing juices, and then he reached my sensitive clit.
This is where my husband’s talent really shines. He licked gently up one side of my pussy, barely touching me with the tip of his tongue. My cunt throbbed in response. He did the same to the other side, and I trembled and felt his tongue’s effects in every nerve in my body. Then, very gently, he licked up to my clit, withdrawing as he reached that most sensitive nub.
My senses screamed, and my pussy dripped. “Please, Jeff,” I begged.
His tongue dipped lower and smeared my juices around, then he returned to my clit. This time there was no teasing as he frantically flicked my sensitive nub. His movements alternated between slow touches and rapid taps, all of which were driving me crazy with lust.
I was moaning and panting so hard that it felt as if all the blood had rushed out of my head, creating a hazy, surreal feeling. My body floated as my husband continued his oral assault on my cunt. My moans lengthened and intensified. Jeff knew I was ready to climax, and he continued to tongue me steadily and rapidly.
I bucked wildly against his face, and when I came, it was with a series of cries and shudders. Jeff didn’t stop sucking me until he’d lapped up every bit of juice from my quivering slit. Then he held me for at least ten minutes afterward, until my body had recovered from the surge of desire and release. But it wasn’t long before my limbs lost their heaviness, and my hand snaked down my husband’s muscular chest and stomach.
Jeff isn’t the only one who enjoys imparting oral pleasures, and he isn’t the only one who’s honed the skill to an art form. My fingers played at the line of hair above his thick cock. And although I came close, I never quite touched his throbbing shaft. He thrust his hips slightly, and his cock bobbed against the back of my hand.
“Patience, patience,” I chided him.
I dipped my head lower and caught his nipple between my teeth. His groan was low and tortured as I slid my hand down his thigh, then brought it up below his sac, touching him with the backs of my fingers.
“Fuck, Bethany,” he groaned. It was the closest he’d come to begging, and it was good enough for me.
I grasped his cock in my fist and began to lightly pump it up and down. Looking up at his face, I found him staring down at me with dark, lust-filled eyes.
“Do you like that, baby?” I asked.
He nodded, wrapped a handful of my long red hair around his fist and yanked me up to his mouth. His kiss was anything but gentle. His teeth clashed with mine, his tongue thrusting between my lips.
I moaned, and his mouth swallowed the sound. Then I broke away. My passion had been completely restored, and I slid down his body eagerly, kissing, licking and sucking as I went. By the time I reached his cock, I could barely wait to take him into my mouth.
I started slowly, merely tasting his cockhead, licking lightly around the rim. Then I licked up and down his shaft. He let out a long, slow moan as I settled in.
I worked my way down to his balls and took one in my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue. Jeff’s breath hissed through his teeth as I gave the other the same attention. By the time I’d worked my way back up to the tip, his dick was like a pillar of smooth, hot steel. I took his entire length in my mouth and sighed with pleasure.
With his hands lightly threaded through my hair, he lay still and allowed me to develop my own rhythm. I held the base of his shaft with one hand and began pumping my mouth up and down. I swallowed his hot, slippery cock until it bumped against the back of my throat, then drew back until the head almost popped out. I squeezed my lips together tightly as I moved. Jeff always says my mouth is as snug as any pussy.
It wasn’t long before his slow moans changed to ragged breaths and his loose grip of my hair became a bit more intense. He met me thrust for thrust as his groans deepened, and while I continued the steady movement of my mouth, I reached down and massaged his balls. He let out one thunderous growl and then shot his come down my throat.
I swallowed eagerly, drinking him dry, but a dribble escaped and ran down my chin. As I sat up, I deliberately licked it all up.
“You’re amazing, baby. Do you know that?” I smiled broadly, straddled his still-hard cock and impaled myself on its length. Then I rode him to a fast, satisfying peak.
We spent the rest of the day in bed, sucking and fucking, stopping only to take a break for lunch. By midafternoon, I’d decided that this was pretty much the best birthday I could have had. Quiet, with only my husband to share it. So I went down on him again to show my appreciation.
After he’d eaten me in return and I was lying with my head on his stomach, Jeff nudged me to get up.
“We have to go,” he said. “You don’t want to miss your surprise.”
I figured his surprise was dinner at a fancy restaurant. “Can’t we just stay here? We can order in…eat in bed.” My pussy tingled at the thought of what kind of eating I actually had in mind.
Jeff just shook his head and slid out from under me. “We can eat here when we get back.”
I frowned. “But I wanted to spend a quiet day alone with you.”
“This will be quiet, I promise. And we’ll be alone.” He pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt. “Well, almost alone. But I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
I was skeptical, but didn’t want to seem unappreciative, so I took his cue and dressed in a pair of jeans and a blouse. Jeff came up behind me and rubbed my tits. “Not that I want to cover up this beautiful body,” he said, “but you might want to wear a jacket.”
“All I can tell you is you’ll probably be glad that you did.”
We climbed in the car, but no matter how much I questioned him, Jeff would not give me any answers. I finally stopped long enough to realize we were driving toward the country. After another few minutes, we rounded the knob of a hill. A large, flat field stretched before us, and in the middle of that field was a hot-air balloon.
It looked gorgeous in the waning sunlight, and I gasped.
“I thought you’d like it,” Jeff said, unable to conceal his smile, as we parked our car near the edge of the field.
Together we walked toward the balloon, and by the time we reached our destination, the pilot was ready to go. We stepped into the basket, and with a mighty whoosh, the balloon began to climb higher and higher.
Our pilot smiled at me and gestured toward a picnic basket near my feet that contained a bottle of champagne and two flutes. “Happy birthday,” he said, then turned away.
As my husband poured us each a glass of bubbly, I sighed. “This is perfect.”
“So I was right? You like it?”
I took a sip from the flute he had handed me and nodded energetically. “It’s the best present I can think of.”
As I finished my champagne, I looked out at the beautiful scenery below us. The sun had begun to set and cast a pink glow over the landscape. Jeff took my empty glass and placed it in the basket. Then he pulled me back against his chest and began caressing my breasts through my jacket. “Care to make this interesting?” he asked.
I looked back at him, and he slipped his hands under both my jacket and shirt and rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. As the heat surged to my pussy, I whimpered softly and let my head fall against his shoulder.
His hands felt amazing on my tits, and I pressed my ass against his cock. Then I glanced back at our pilot. He wasn’t looking at us, but I knew he could hear every word we said. “We’re not alone,” I said to Jeff.
“I took care of it,” he replied. “He won’t tell a soul.”
The idea of Jeff eating me while another man stood not three feet away was incredibly exciting. Then my husband spun me around, leaned down and captured one erect nipple between his teeth, teasing it through the fabric of my shirt. He tugged slightly, and a gasp of pleasure escaped my lips.
My pussy throbbed so violently that I thought I might come right away. Jeff gave the same exquisite attention to my other nipple before he began to work at the button and zipper of my jeans. I helped him slide the material over my slim hips and stepped out of one leg.
Running his fingers over the folds of my pussy, Jeff teased the slick, hot flesh. I sighed in pleasure as we floated high in the air. Then he placed my foot on his shoulder, spread my swollen cunt lips apart and shoved his stiff tongue deep into my slit.
Words cannot begin to express the awesomeness of that moment. I gripped the edge of the basket and let myself soar. Jeff’s tongue moved from my hole to my engorged clit and flicked the nub mercilessly. I bit down hard on my lower lip, and my cries escaped as hysterical whimpers.
The sun continued its descent, and my husband continued his slippery assault on my cunt. Before long I was shuddering, bucking my hips wildly as I thrust against his drenched chin and mouth. My pleasure was rising higher and higher, and I couldn’t hold my cries in any longer. With one great moan of ecstasy, my climax overtook me.
I quickly dressed, and then Jeff held me close to him as my breathing returned to normal. Meanwhile, I snuck a glance at our pilot. He had his back to us, seemingly unaware of our shenanigans. Of course, I knew better.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Jeff whispered. And indeed it was.
We spent a long, quiet moment looking out at the beautiful scenery below us. It was so peaceful to be floating above the world. But unable to resist, I soon slid my hand to my husband’s bulging crotch. He exhaled sharply at my touch and pressed against my palm.
Jeff gripped the edge of the basket as I worked my way down his body and pulled his pants down his hard, lean thighs. In no time, I’d freed his cock and was stroking it lightly while I cupped his balls in my other hand. His pulse raced beneath my fingers.
The breeze ruffled my hair as we dipped slightly in the wind. I took Jeff’s dick in my mouth, giddy with the knowledge that the people on the ground could see the balloon but had no idea what we were doing.
I rolled my tongue around the rim of my husband’s cock, then took the entire shaft into my mouth and swallowed it down. Jeff loves it when I deep-throat him, and just like he had that morning, he threaded his fingers through my hair.
I worked him in and out, ramming the head of his cock against the back of my throat on each downward stroke. My mouth was everywhere—licking, sucking, biting—and I pumped his shaft furiously, needing to taste his cream.
Jeff let out a groan through clenched teeth, and I continued working him. Then he shot his load into me, and as he spurted, I swallowed eagerly, sucking every drop out of him. Then I gently licked him clean as he grasped the edge of the basket to maintain his balance. Pulling his pants up over his legs, I slid back up his body.
As we floated above the unsuspecting world, I leaned close to my husband. “This is unquestionably the best birthday I’ve ever had,” I said happily. We kissed deeply, and I knew that he had enjoyed it, too. It seemed that turning thirty wouldn’t be as bad as I had thought!