I was born on Christmas. This means that I grew up with “combined Christmas and birthday” presents and parties — what little my single mother could afford back then, anyway.

Perhaps my upbringing ultimately motivated me to work so hard — because these days, I can technically afford to “gift” myself anything I want at any time. My construction company launched when I was in my early thirties (not long after my first wife left me), and business has grown nonstop.

This year I turn fifty, and believe me, in more ways than one, I consider myself extremely fortunate. I’m in good health, great shape, and still have all my hair. But the best part is that my successful business has allowed for me to ensure my family’s ample comfort — which is more than enough — and then I hit the ultimate jackpot when I met my second wife, Kate.

Kate and I got together almost ten years ago, but it took us seven years of beating around the bush to finally tie the knot. I could write novels singing her praises, but let’s say that she is the most incredible (and sexually adventurous) woman I have ever met. We are a true “May/December” romance, too. She is in her late thirties and runs a busy event-planning and PR firm, which I always entrust with handling my company’s big holiday charity gala.

We usually wait and host the gala a week before Christmas, because I figure since many of my fellow bigwigs are looking for last-minute tax breaks, it’s the perfect time to get inside some really deep pockets. All of the profits go to helping local foster children and orphans year-round. Thanks to the happy accident of my Christmas birth, Nicholas is both my name and my patron saint, so I try to live up to it.

Every year, I always tell Kate that her amazing work on the gala is the perfect “Christmas-birthday gift” and that I don’t need anything else — because it’s true! So after a great night of fundraising, Kate and I opened a bottle of red wine and relaxed in the hot tub together — naked as usual.

“You know, even if you plan on ignoring it you still have a birthday coming up, mister.” Kate poked me in the ribs.

“Yeah I know. The kids are flying in for Christmas.”

She smirked and climbed into my lap. “Honey, didn’t you want to tour around Italy this year?”

“As long as you promise to make those Italian sugar cookies with the icing that I like, I’m good.”

“Hey now, fifty is a milestone. We should celebrate that and Christmas.”

“Well, I think we’re celebrating right now.” I pulled her closer. “Doesn’t this count?”

“Of course.” Kate kissed me. “But what do you want to do for your birthday?”

“Well, I liked that bonfire we had on the beach last year.”

“I remember — it was a lovely, low-key gathering.”

“And?” I shrugged, “I’d be OK with that again.”

Kate nuzzled my neck: “It’s just that I want to do something extra-special for you, something really decadent. After all, you’re only going to be fifty once. Isn’t there anything you want to cross off your bucket list?

I felt my cock hardening to the sound of her suggestive voice. “How about my beautiful wife in bed?”

Kate giggled. “And what would this beautiful wife do to you in bed?” She ran her hands down my pecs and abs, teasing me as her fingers fluttered just below my navel.

“Have your way with me.” I cupped her breasts and kissed her, grinding  my erection around her outer lips under the water.

Not a moment too soon, we ended up toweling off and heading for our king-sized bed.

Kate is an auburn-haired goddess, with light blue eyes that to me contain all the love in the world — but just enough of a hint of mischief, too.  She has a slender build — we both keep fit with swimming and diving — and when we scuba, the way the light catches her hair and breasts, she reminds me of a certain mythical mermaid princess.

After we made love, though, I had something of an epiphany: “Hey baby, you still awake?” I nuzzled her neck.

“I might be — ” Kate rolled over and tickled my chest: “You wanna go again?”

I laughed. “Well, yes, I wouldn’t mind in a bit. But I was thinking about what you said — ”

“Oh?”

“About the bucket list.” I paused. “What if it’s a — sexual bucket list?”

Kate grinned. “Now we’re talking.  Do tell.”

“Remember that time years ago when you surprised me with your old college roommate?”

“Yes — ” Kate kissed me. “So you want a threesome for your birthday?”

“Well, yes — but — I want to watch you pick up another woman. Like before the sex — I want to see you flirt, and laugh — and seduce. And then let me watch while you get her so turned on.” I ran my hands through Kate’s hair. “I want you to be in total control of the evening, calling all the shots.”

“Consider it done.” Kate giggled. “Anything else?”

I nodded. “I want to have sex somewhere in public — preferably without getting caught, but you know, with the thrilling possibility — and spontaneous, so I don’t know it’s coming, until, well...”

We both laughed.

Kate pondered. “Anywhere public is OK?”

I nodded. “Yeah, sure — surprise me. I trust your naughty judgment.”

Kate giggled. “OK, then you’d better look out!”

“And one last thing — for my ‘three wishes’ we’ll call it.”

Kate giggled. “Three wishes. I like that.”

“I want a night out with you — .” I paused: “With you wearing a vibrator that I get to control.”

“Oh, yes!” Kate’s face lit up. “I’ve seen those special panties they even make for that.”

“Pick out any kind you want. I’d also like to see you in a diamond collar — ”

“Hey now, you’re already at three wishes.” Kate teased me.

I laughed. “But it’s Christmas!” And then I pulled her on top of me for another passionate romp — .

Ever the intrepid event planner, Kate wasted no time coordinating my first wish.  She texted me while I was still at the office to come by one of our favorite little martini bars afterwards. I was to sit alone in my booth and watch her work.

Once I sat down, I was immediately presented with my favorite gin martini — bleu cheese olives for the win — compliments of “the lovely lady at the bar.”

I looked up and spotted Kate smiling at me. She was wearing a sexy backless halter dress, with her hair loosely twisted upward. Kate gave me a little wink, got up, and walked to the other end of the bar.

I nursed my martini, watching as she greeted this adorable brunette who had a petite build but huge tits that strained against the top of her strapless dress. She looked like she was still in her twenties — maybe a college girl looking to sow some wild oats?

Kate greeted her like they were expecting each other — I later learned that Kate had selected and screened my “gift” on a dating app first; but this was definitely a “first date” meet and greet going down. The brunette was so obviously shy — and whatever Kate whispered in her ear made her blush! The girls ordered some drinks and chatted just across from my booth so I could witness everything — and before I knew it, they were leaving the bar in a taxi. Thank goodness Kate was so efficient, because I don’t think I could have handled watching them touch and flirt for much longer.

I waited about ten minutes and then followed behind. When I got to the hotel suite, I arrived to find Kate and the brunette in bed, kissing passionately. The brunette’s dress was pulled down to expose her pendulous rack, and my wife’s hand was inside her panties.

As the brunette closed her eyes and moaned ecstatically, Kate glanced over her shoulder at me. “Hello, honey,” she grinned. “This is Natalia. And Natalia, this is my husband, Nick.”

Natalia caught her breath and smiled at me. “Hello.”

“You’re a vision, Natalia.” I smiled back. “Are you ladies having fun?”

“You bet we are,” Kate replied. “You wanna watch me eat her pussy?”

“Oh baby, I can’t wait!” I pulled a chair over so I could enjoy an up-close view.

Natalia moaned and pinched her silver-dollar-sized nipples while Kate tongued her clit in slow circles.

I couldn’t help but unzip and stroke myself — but Kate was in control otherwise. I would join only if and when I was asked.

After Kate made Natalia come, she stripped off the rest of her clothing and motioned for me to come to the bed. “I want to taste Natalia while you fuck me, Nick.” She smirked and added: “and yes, you can play with her tits, too.”

Music to my ears! Natalia straddled Kate’s face and also placed my hands on her breasts: “See? They’re definitely real.” And then she gasped sharply as Kate began to eat her out.

I thought my cock was going to rocket off my body as I slipped inside my wife and caressed our little brunette.

Kate called dibs on all my hot loads, but throughout the night I got to fuck Natalia while Kate either sucked her tits or played with her asshole. Our wild threesome session lasted until daybreak the next morning. I came so hard I saw stars.

My wife and I snuck out for breakfast, leaving our busty little friend to enjoy her beauty rest.

“Well?” Kate asked me. “Did I do OK?”

I kissed her. “You better believe it! Where’d you find that babe, anyway?”

Kate giggled. “It was easy on the app. And, you know, doing this I remembered how fun it was back in college and in my early twenties picking up other girls. Nice to see I haven’t lost my touch.”

“No kidding — I’ll be remembering last night for the rest of my life.”

My wife smiled. “This is only wish one of three. Just you wait.”

The next day, I went to work as usual — but I knew something was up when my secretary reminded me of a lunch meeting that I had never personally scheduled at the restaurant on the pier. I showed up and found Kate waiting for me.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I smirked. “What are you up to, lady?”

“Oh, just lunch. But, before we order, how about we take a walk on the beach?” she asked.

“Sure, it’s gorgeous out.” You can’t beat “winter” in Florida!

Kate and I strolled hand-in-hand until we came upon this old sailboat that the previous owner had left abandoned on the dunes.

“What do you think?” Kate gestured to it.

“For what?”

Kate licked her lips and started to peel down the straps of her dress. “Race you there!”

Talk about a wet dream come to life: We basically had the beach to ourselves this time of day, so our surfside quickie went down without any hindrances.

Kate got in the empty boat and slipped down the top of her dress, exposing her stiff nipples. “Come here — ”

She pulled me close and immediately unzipped my pants. I braced myself against the old sail as Kate swallowed my dick.

I don’t know what was more thrilling — the blowjob itself or being blown out in the open.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before,” I moaned. “God, you’re amazing!”

Kate spat on my shaft and pumped me with her hands. “All these years by the beach, too — I figured it was high time.” She grinned.

“Get on top of me, baby.” I exhaled. “I don’t wanna come yet.”

Kate obliged and rode me with wild abandon, with the roar of the ocean almost drowning out our frantic passion.

“You wanna cum inside of me? Or are you gonna let me swallow that load?”

I groaned. “Why don’t you swallow it, baby?”

Kate dismounted me and resumed sucking and stroking my cock. I ran my hands through her hair and tried to hold it back for her as it blew all around in the ocean breeze. It wasn’t long before I came and she eagerly lapped up the strands of cum that I shot all around her face. Best lunch date ever.

For my third wish, she waited until the last minute — but the timing could not have been more perfect.  We were getting ready to leave for a dinner soiree with some of my board members; my birthday was only two days away. I was putting on my tie when I saw Kate walk into the room and leave a tiny black remote on my dresser. “Here. You’re going to need this.”

She had on a long evening gown with a slit up the side, and she moved it away to show me her special panties.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“You bet. Now, don’t let me down. I will expect to come — more than once — tonight.”

We had a limo to pick us up and drive us to the party, so I started testing out the remote on the way there.

Kate moaned and squirmed into the seat. “Oh, fuck! You gotta let me cum before we walk in there.”

I cranked the dial up. “I like seeing your face so flushed and healthy.”

Kate tried to reach down to touch herself, but I swatted her hand away and killed the vibrations: “That wasn’t part of our agreement. No touching yourself tonight.” I sighed. “And you’re going to have to wait now.”

My poor wife, hovering somewhere between pleasure and frustration, bit her lip: “Just you wait until I get back at you.”

I kissed her. “I’m counting on it.”

All night long, whenever I could get close enough to my wife and ensure enough “background noise,” I switched on the vibrations. At one point, she was talking with a senator’s wife (a known cougar), and I flipped on the vibrations — poor Kate almost dropped her martini!

But don’t think that Kate suffered her sexual torment in solitude, because watching her discreetly writhe and squirm in pleasure all night made me rock-hard. And the buzz of our sexual heat was much stronger than anything we had to drink.

My board members had rented out this restaurant with an upstairs terrace and a rooftop deck. As I watched Kate helplessly flush and almost drop her drink, I knew I had to have her.

I switched off the vibrations; she glared at me and whispered: “This isn’t fun anymore. You’re driving me crazy — I need to come!”

“No, no — don’t be angry.” I whispered. “I’m so hard for you — come with me.”

Amid the usual mingling and talking, we hurried over to the elevator that went up to the roof.

“What are you doing?” Kate asked.

We stepped in and I hit the “up” button — and then the “stop” button.

“Uh-oh. Looks like we’re stuck.”

Kate giggled and then looked serious: “Hurry up and fuck me before someone tries to save us.”

We kissed passionately, and in the heat of the moment, I managed to rip off the little mesh G-string that contained the vibrator.

Kate moaned. “Here, wait — stuff them in your pocket. We can’t leave them in here.“

I laughed and tucked her torn panties in my jacket. And then I kissed down her neck and breasts while fingering her soaking cunt. “I’ll get you a new pair, promise.”

“Mmmm, you better. But I’m gonna hide that damn remote.” She licked her lips.

“Oh God, baby, I want you so much.” I kissed down her neck.

Kate lifted her dress and turned around, bracing herself on the handrail so I could take her from behind. She frantically rubbed her clit while I pounded away.

I was so turned on, there was no way this was going to last, but I held in as long as possible to make Kate come. And then I pulled out and shot my load all over her beautiful ass.

We didn’t have long to savor the moment, because the alarm bells started sounding and the elevator’s override was kicking in.

“Oh, shit!” Kate giggled. She fixed her dress and smoothed her hair. “Do I look OK?”

I nodded and zipped up.

The doors opened, and we put on our best “normal” smiling faces for our “rescuers” and had a good laugh. As far as I know, no one noticed that my wife’s panties were sticking out ever so slightly from my jacket pocket.

We didn’t stay at the party much longer — I was bursting with more holiday spirit than Buddy the Elf, and Kate couldn’t keep a straight face, either. She and I somehow managed to contain ourselves during the car ride back, but the minute we got home, all bets were off.  We stripped en route to the bedroom, leaving a trail of lusty evidence up the stairs and down the hall.

Many passionate hours later, we finally fell asleep just as the sun was coming up on Christmas Eve — talk about visions of sugarplums! However, the revelry was far from over.

While Kate slept, I snuck out to pick up a custom-made collar with diamond embellishments. Even though my three naughty wishes for my birthday were more than fulfilled, surely this one could count for Christmas — and beyond —