One Friday, as I’m driving home from work and looking forward to a couple of days off, my cellphone rings and I see that it’s my wife, Vivian. She asks,

“Are you on the way home?”

“Yep, just left work.”

“Good. I’ve got a surprise for you when you get here.”

“What is it?” I respond, worried that we have company coming tonight. I hate when Viv does that after I’ve worked all day.

“Well, all I can tell you is, the kids are both at sleepovers and we’re going to have some alone time this weekend. Oh, and I’m not wearing any panties right now.”

Now that’s a surprise I can live with. “So, are you going to give me a long, wet blowjob?”

“Maybe,” she teases. “Can you pick up a pizza before you come home?”

When I pull into our driveway, I see Viv working in the garden. She’s bent over on her knees with her back arched, and I feel my cock swell as I think about taking her doggie-style. I get out of my truck and shut the door, and when she hears that, she gets up and walks toward me. She’s wearing a thin white T-shirt with cutoff shorts that are tight around her waist and loose around her legs. As she gets closer, my eyes are drawn down to her bouncing breasts. Her big, thick nipples are hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her tits are bouncing when she walks. As she comes up to me, she smiles and gives me a lingering kiss, pressing her crotch against my leg.

“Do you want some water?” she asks.

“I’d love some, thanks.” I sit down halfway up the steps to the porch and lean back against the railing. She goes into the house and gets me a glass of ice water. After she hands me the glass, she sits on the porch and spreads her legs, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. I can see up the leg of her shorts to her trimmed blonde pubic hair. Realizing what I’m looking at, she moves the small bit of fabric to one side and leans back slowly, bracing herself with her other arm. She smiles at me seductively and moves two fingers up and down her slit, playing with herself but hiding her hand’s movements behind her leg. She thrusts two fingers into her pussy, moving in and out, slowly and deeply. Taking her fingers out, she spreads her wetness onto the outside of her labia, opening herself with her thumb and ring finger so she can rub her swollen clit. She has my full attention, until I’m snapped back to reality when the mail truck pulls up.

“Do you want to go inside?” she asks.

Without hesitation I stand up and say, “Of course.”

She immediately takes her shorts off and sits down on the end of the coffee table, her legs straddling the top. I pull the neck of her T-shirt down under her big breasts so they are cradled and pulled together. Her nipples are already hard, so I reach down and tweak them while she looks at herself with pleasure.

She unzips my pants and pulls out my thick, seven-inch cock. She grabs the head of it and runs her lips from the base to the top, over and over, before taking my balls into her mouth. She admires my full erection for a moment, then takes my entire swollen dick into her mouth. I can feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat as it becomes wetter and wetter from her mouth. She keeps all of me in her mouth for as long as she can, then she starts moving her head up and down until I am ready to come. I can feel my dick tighten and swell, so I pull out of her mouth. My dick rubs the side of her cheek, and a glistening thread of pre-come and saliva stretches from the side of her mouth to the end of my cock.

“Come in my mouth?” she asks.

How can I refuse that request? I grab her tits, tweaking and twisting her nipples, as she takes my cock back into her mouth. I thrust into her a half dozen times before I shoot down her throat, and Viv moves back a bit so my come drips out of her mouth and down her chin.

“This weekend is starting out perfect!” I say, completely satisfied.

“It is,” Viv says with a laugh, lying back on the table and rubbing her clit again. “Now get over here and make me come before the pizza’s ice cold.”