Let's see, it was five years ago, December the 25th, 1999. Yep, that's when it was. It was, without a doubt, the most interesting Christmas I've ever had.
My wife and I had been having some problems just before that. I didn't realize it at the time but it was all my fault really. I was having trouble accepting the fact that I was turning thirty years old. It wasn't a conscious decision on my part, but the fact that it was coming, made me act like a real bear for the three or four months leading up to my birthday; which falls on December the twenty first.
My wife and I had drifted apart somewhat during these months. I hadn't made love to her in a number of weeks and she, being five years my junior and quite the little nymphet, was going nuts. Instead of making love, I was in the mood to make war. She was the person around me the most and the person I was closest too, the person I knew the best, I knew exactly how to hurt her, emotionally. She was an easily available target for my anger and frustration. My one redeeming quality during this period is that I never got violent.
That goes without saying, that once my birthday was over and done with, I suddenly chilled. It was as if I was a whole new person. My wife noticed it almost immediately. She didn't say anything about it until the next day. I suddenly became the man she had married again. Where for the last few months I had been moping around, depressed, angry, easy to madden, loosing my temper at the slightest thing. Once December twenty-first came and went, I was back to being the fun loving, teasing, joking, cartoon character brought to life that I had been when my wife and I had met some three years before.
It took a few days for all of the hard feelings to go away, on both of our parts, but by the time Christmas Eve rolled around, we were a happy, smiling couple again. We went over to her parent's house on Christmas Eve and opened presents with them. I called my parents that night. (My wife and I made an agreement when we married that we would go in a three year rotation. One year we would spend Christmas alone, the next we would go to her parent's house and celebrate with them and then the next year, we would go to my parent's house. My parents got the worst end of it because they live four hours away. My wife's parents live only ten minutes away. We could go visit them easily. Going to visit my parents was an overnight ordeal, at least.) This was the year my wife and I would spend Christmas alone. It was only the second time it had occurred, the other time was the first Christmas we were married. That's quite a memory also, but that's another story.
The way the whole thing started was that my wife had hesitantly agreed to help her mother bake some Christmas-style cupcakes for a party at my mother-in-law's workplace on Christmas Eve. So, we went out on the twenty-second and bought two boxes of cake mix, papers, icing and decorations for the cupcakes and cupcake pans. My wife had never made cupcakes before, so we didn't have a cupcake pan in the house.
Later that same day, my mother-in-law called from work and announced that the Christmas party had been canceled due to "lack of interest." Don't ask me how that happened. So, we now had two boxes of cake mix, cupcake papers, icing and decorations, as well as cupcake pans, which really aren't good for anything else, that we didn't need or especially want. My wife, being the clever girl she is, decided to go ahead and make some of the cupcakes just to see how she did at it. So we spent the night of the twenty-second making cupcakes. We only used one of the boxes of cake mix and ended up with forty-eight cupcakes for our troubles. Most of those were taken over to the in-laws house since I don't eat cupcakes on a regular basis. I'm more of a pie man than a cake man. My wife put the rest of the stuff away in a cabinet for use later.
The one part of cake, or cupcakes, I do like is the icing. Especially if it's cream cheese icing, which, by the way, this was. My wife started it by opening the icing, we had used one container of icing on the cupcakes, we still had one left though. She opened it, dipped her pretty little finger in and stuck it in her mouth. After that, it was open season on that little container of cream cheese icing. I saw her do it and insisted she bring me some. Over the next couple days, about half of that container of cream cheese icing was scooped out by one finger or another and shoved into one mouth or another. Sometimes it was her finger into her mouth, sometimes it was her finger into my mouth and sometimes it was my finger. That stuff is good!
The real fun started Christmas day.
My wife and I woke up about nine that morning. We have no kids yet so there wasn't anyone to come in and wake us at the crack of dawn. I won't lie to you, my wife and I both had trouble getting to sleep the night before with the expectation of Christmas and presents the next morning. We were woken up by a call from her mother, not unexpectedly, the first thing she said when I picked up the phone was "Merry Christmas" in a very loud voice. That will wake a guy up real quick.
After a quick conversation with my mother-in-law I gave the phone to my wife, who was still laying in bed, and they talked while I smoked a cigarette and got my wife and I each a cup of coffee. With coffee in hand, I returned to the bedroom to hear my wife and her mother arguing about what time we should come over or whether we should come over at all. This was pretty common. I basically yanked the phone from my wife's hand, told her mother, who I generally got along with well, that we were spending Christmas day alone at our apartment. She said okay and we hung up. My wife growled at me playfully but took the offered mug of steaming coffee. "So, we got the day to ourselves. What shall we do?" I asked with a smile.
My wife turned to look at me and smiled. We each set our coffee mug on the nightstand beside us and then quickly got back beneath the covers. I pulled her to me. Her warm, soft bare breasts mashed into my chest. Our legs intertwined. She lifted her head up slightly and I slid one arm beneath her neck and used it to pull her head to me and covered her mouth with mine and slipped my tongue into her mouth. We kept kissing and I used the tips of my fingers to gently rub her back, shoulders, ass and the backs of her thighs. She used her fingernails and gently scratched my back and shoulders. It felt wonderful.
Thanks to the fact that we had spent six years together and that we had no children, my wife and I had spent a lot of time in bed together learning what the other liked. I knew exactly how to touch her to get her juices going and she knew exactly how to push my buttons. For the first time in a number of months, I pulled her panties down to her knees, rolled her on her back and slid a finger into her already wet slit. I found her clit, applied light pressure to it and began to move my finger in small circles. She moaned into my mouth and slid her hand into my briefs and wrapped her fingers around my already hard cock.
Within minutes, she was having an orgasm. She had me well trained. "Fuck me!" she whispered between kisses.
"When you've had ten orgasms," I told her and continued rubbing her clit. She rolled her eyes and groaned at this challenge as I covered her mouth with my own once more. This was a normal thing for us. We both loved these little games. The most orgasms she'd had in one sitting, so to speak, was twenty two, and that was just using my finger and was before we ever married. I kept going, kissing her and rubbing her clit until she had five more orgasms. I knew that I wouldn't be able to wait until she reached ten. If I had, she would have had a mess in the hand she had in my briefs and, for the first time in many years, I would have cum in my underwear. I fully intended to cum in my wife's wonderful, warm cunt.
With this decided, I pulled my hand out from between her legs. She groaned a plea for me not to stop but smiled when I rolled onto my back and started getting my own underwear off. She quickly followed suit and a thirty seconds later, our underwear was on the floor, I was kneeling between her spread legs and aiming my throbbing cock into her hole. She groaned again as I thrust into her. She was still tight, having only ever been with me, her cunt fit my cock just right. I laid my body on top of her and began thrusting into her in the missionary position. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her for another kiss.
Five minutes later, we were both laying there resting and recovering and trying to catch our breath. She'd had two more small orgasms while I was inside her and a large, earth shaking orgasm as I came inside her. "That was wonderful," she said with a smile as my head lay on her soft breast.
"I'm very glad you enjoyed it. Wanna take a shower?"
"You read my mind," she said, we kissed again and then quickly rolled out of bed.
I found it amusing that as much as my wife wanted to have a baby, she would regularly complain that the KY jelly we sometimes used, as well as my sperm, made her itch. So taking a shower after sex was pretty common for us. While I shaved, my wife sat on the toilet to relieve her bladder and allow some of my cum to drip out of her. After that, we jumped into the shower.
The shower lasted about forty five minutes. I washed her hair first, then the rest of her. I then shaved her underarms and pubic mound which she had trimmed before we met but shaved it clean at my request not long after we married. In order to keep it that way, according to her, I - not her - was responsible for keeping it shaved so it didn't itch. Another reason we regularly took showers together. After that, she washed my hair and then washed me. As she washed my cock, I got a quick blowjob, just long enough to get it hard but not nearly long enough to cum. It was during this blowjob that I began having my, what my wife calls, "evil thoughts" about my beautiful wife.
For being evil thoughts, my wife always seemed to enjoy my creative sexual ideas, which is what most were. My wife regularly calls me a "Dirty old man." I usually respond with "It's better than being a horny little teenager." I was five years older than my wife and her sex drive was geared much higher than mine. After getting out of the shower, I patted her dry and then did the same to myself. I then quickly led her back to the bed.
"What about the presents?"
"Later," I responded and pushed her onto the bed. I got her laying down and then turned to leave. "Be back in a moment. Don't go anywhere," I shouted over my shoulder as I left the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind me and heading for the kitchen.
I'm pretty sure, just from the title of this story, you can guess what came next. A few moments later, I returned to the bedroom, the half full container of cream cheese icing in my hand. I set the icing on the nightstand, a big smile grew across my wife's face at the sight of it. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked as I climbed back into bed.
She was laying on her back, her hands interlaced behind her head. I knee-walked to her and straddled her waist. "Just what you think I'm going to do with it," I told her, smiling down at her. I reached over and picked up the icing. "Close your eyes." She obeyed and closed her eyes. She put her arms down at her side and soon started to gently rub up and down the outside of my thighs. I opened the jar of icing, dipped my finger inside and pulled out a glob of the white sugary mixture. I rubbed it off onto my tongue and then bent down kissed her. When her lips parted, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and rubbed the icing off of my tongue against her teeth then quickly broke the kiss. She winced at the sudden sweet taste but didn't spit it out.
"Ummm," she said smacking her lips together as she swallowed. As she did so, I dipped my finger back into the container, set the jar on the edge of the mattress and then rubbed the dab of icing on my finger onto and around her soft pink lips. I then covered her mouth with mine, mashing the icing between us and slipped my tongue back into her mouth. She sucked my tongue for a few seconds. When I pulled my tongue back, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it for a second. We both got a good taste of the heavenly icing. After breaking the kiss, I used my tongue and licked the remainder of the icing off of her lips and from around her mouth. She then returned the favor and licked the icing off of my face.
I got a small dollop of icing on my finger, started at the bridge of her nose, right between her eyes and rubbed the icing down her nose. I then kissed it away. She loved it, moaned and bit her lower lip. Once all the icing was off her nose, I lightly nipped the tip of her cute little nose with my teeth.
"What next?" she asked, leaving her eyes closed. I put a finger to her lips and shushed her. I then got another finger full of icing and rubbed it gently onto her nipples and continued until both nipples and the large areolas around her nipples were completely covered. She opened her eyes at this point and watched as I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the icing from her nipples, each lick sent an electric shock through her. Once most of the icing was gone, I took one entire nipple and areola into my mouth and sucked it clean, then did the same to the other.
Once both of her nipples were clean I knee walked backwards so I was straddling her knees. I then got another finger full of icing and rubbed in and around her navel. "Oh no!" she said, knowing what was coming. I covered her belly button and the cream cheese icing with my mouth and sucked and licked it off, slipping my tongue into her very sensitive belly button numerous times to get all the icing out. She clutched and dug at the sheets as I did this, moaning with pleasure. When I finally stopped and knee walked even further back, she once again opened her eyes. "I hope you plan to do what I think you're planning to do."
I didn't respond, I lifted one of her legs and slipped it out from between mine. Then did the same with the other leg. I was now kneeling between her wide spread legs. I had a perfectly clear view of her red puffy cunt lips. They glistened with sweat or water from our shower only a few minutes before. I sat back on my haunches and once again picked up one of her feet. I set her foot flat on my chest, scooped some more icing out with my finger, picked her foot back up, suspended it in front of me and then quickly, before she realized what I was up to, rubbed the icing onto the instep of her foot. "No!" she screamed as she realized what I had done.
"It's already on there. I've got to get it off," I stated with a self satisfied smile.
"I'll get it off," she shouted and started bringing her foot up to use a finger to rub the icing off.
"No, no," I said, grabbing her foot and holding it. "I did it, I'm responsible for cleaning up the mess." I stuck my tongue out and began moving towards the foot.
"Don't you dare!" She squealed and tried to pull her foot free.
"If you don't fight and just let me do it, it'd be over quick. If you fight me, I'll have to do sneak attacks when I can. Probably take five or six times doing it that way," I told her.
"You are such a brat," she scolded, glaring at me. "Fine, do it! But do it quick."
I nodded, slowly moved my face forward, ever aware that years of bowling had given my wife very strong legs that could easily kick my teeth out. I stuck out my tongue, licked the instep of her foot and then quickly sucked off the icing. She squealed and clawed at the bed even more. It was one of those weird things. The sensations tickled like crazy and drove her nuts but it also turned her on almost as much as rubbing her clit. All the icing removed from her foot, I pulled away and narrowly avoided her foot and my nose contacting. "Don't even think," she shouted once she'd regained her composure, "about doing that to the other foot. It ain't gonna happen."
I stuck my tongue out at her. "Spoil sport."
She stuck her tongue out at me. "Eat me already, would you?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said and lay down between her thighs. I set the icing jar down beside me, stuck my finger in again and rubbed it over her pretty, puffy cunt lips.
"I'm gonna need another shower." I ignored her and started licking the icing away. "Oh my God!" She moaned as I licked more and more of the icing away. Her breathing became heavier and she grunted and groaned at times. "Damn, that feels good." I kept licking until all of the cream cheese icing was gone. I then spread those pink puffy lips, got another finger of icing and rubbed it inside her, starting at her clit and going right down to her vaginal entrance. "You didn't put that stuff inside me, did you?" she shouted. I ignored her and quickly buried my face inside her wet warm pillows. She quickly forgot her complaint. She grabbed the sheets, her hips raised off the bed and she started screaming as I licked and sucked at her cream cheese icing covered cunt.
I got two more fingers of icing and put them between her vaginal lips and licked and sucked it all up before finally pulling my face away and checking to make sure I'd gotten it all. By her screams, I estimated she'd had five orgasms while I was down there. I checked the container as my wife lay there trying to catch her breath. "I don't think I can move," she told me as I crawled up and laid beside her.
"Still about a quarter of the jar left. Any ideas what to do with it?" I asked. She slowly turned and looked at me. She knew what I was thinking.
She looked down and saw my cock, already hard and throbbing. "Did eating me, do that?" she asked. I just nodded. "I'd suck ya, I really would, but I can't move. I am just to worn out."
"Fine with me," I said. I quickly got to my knees and straddled her again. My cock hung down between her tits. I knee walked forward.
"You're not joking, are you?" she asked.
"Consider it a Christmas present," I told her. She considered this for a second then reached up and grabbed the container of icing from my hand. She stuck two fingers into the container, scooped out what I thought was a huge amount of icing and then liberally coated my throbbing cock with it, top, bottom and sides. When she finished, only the very tip was still showing any skin.
She set the icing container aside and then held my cock with two fingers and began to lick off the icing. It felt wonderful but it wasn't what I wanted. "Come on," I said. She looked up at me, glared at me again, then pushed another pillow under her neck and head, propping her head at a better angle, then pulled me by my cock an inch or so closer and then engulfed most my eight inch cock.
My wife gave me blow jobs pretty regularly. It was rare that I got to cum in her mouth and even rarer for her to swallow. In our six years, I remember coming in her mouth three times and her swallowing it only once and she states she didn't know it at the time. I knew the rules; I had to tell her before I came so she could decide what to do and where she wanted me to shoot at. I had two possible scenarios for this particular blow job. I hoped mostly that she would allow me to cum in her mouth and swallow it along with all the icing. If not that, then I hoped I would be able to shoot off on her face. I had always dreamt of it but she had ruled it out without a chance for compromise.
As she started sucking and licking the icing off of my throbbing manhood, I leaned forward, grabbed the headboard and began sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. She didn't protest. We had never done it in this position before. I got a nice slow rhythm built up and kept going. She eventually moved her hand away and allowed me to fuck her mouth as she sucked on my cock and lapped at the icing with her tongue. I knew I wouldn't last long. While my wife didn't like giving blow jobs much, she had a very talented mouth and I was already very excited before we even started.
My cock continued to slip in and out of her mouth, I would pull out until only the head was in her mouth before pushing in again. She was incredible. She grabbed my ass and hinted for me to speed up the thrusts. So I did. I began fucking her for real. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I could feel my balls start to tighten up and could feel the sperm start swimming up my cock. I hesitated but said nothing as I shot my first load of cum into her mouth. I tried to keep thrusting, not wanting her to know what was happening. I only somewhat succeeded. Apparently, it was enough though. She didn't protest.
As I started pulling back out of her mouth, I could still see a large amount of icing on my cock. I wondered if the icing was hiding the taste and maybe even the texture of my cum. I wondered if that's why she hadn't noticed. A second later, I shot another rope of cum into her mouth. The first shot had been near the back of her throat, this second one though would have landed right on her tongue. If she noticed, she never protested. I thrust back into her mouth and quickly fired off two more shots. She pushed me forward and held me there, my cock completely hidden inside her mouth as she sucked the last few shots of cum out of my cock.
Once I was drained I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning. I let go of the headboard with one hand and ran it softly through her still wet hair and pushed her forward just a little more. I didn't stop her, I just held perfectly still as she continued to suck. After a moment, I felt her neck muscles relax and I released her head. She once again began sliding up and down my cock. The icing was now gone. She laid back on the pillow and started pushing my ass forward. I followed her orders and started thrusting into her mouth again.
I don't know what happened to my wife that day, maybe she was in the giving spirit of the day but she kept sucking me and allowing me to fuck her mouth for another fifteen minutes. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her. She then pulled me out of her mouth and allowed me to squirt onto her wonderful tits. As I laid down, she rubbed the few little dribbles that I had fired into her skin. "That was incredible."
"Took you long enough. Damn, my jaw hurts," she said and rubbed her lower jaw. I haven't told her the truth. Not sure I ever will.