THE FIFTH DAY OF SEXMAS… Sunday December 18th.
I woke up exhausted and honestly my cock was a bit sore. I couldn’t imagine making it to day 12 if this was the pace she had in mind. If I was still 19 sure, but I was no longer a teenager with unlimited stamina and a quick trigger. That said, there was no way I was going to complain to my wife about such attention.
Sunday was pretty regular: sleep in, get in our church clothes, go to church, have lunch with her parents and then rotating Sunday afternoon football socials (the men watch football and the girls do whatever they do when they are together). Neither of us actually mentioned last night’s rather intense love making session nor had she done anything crazy here on the fifth day of Sexmas. We arrived home after supper and my wife said, with a yawn, “Baby, I need an hour of marking before bed.”
“Sure, honey,” I replied, kind of thankful to not have to perform tonight. I collapsed on the couch and watched the last half of Sunday Night Football. I was slightly dozing off about half an hour later when Alexis called me. I shut the TV off, figuring I would check what she needed and hit the bed a little early.
I walked up the stairs and to her office, but she wasn’t there. I called, “Honey, where are you?”
“In the bedroom,” she called out.
I yawned as I walked into my room and stopped mid-yawn. On our bed was my Alexis in her Supergirl outfit, also on the bed was a Superman outfit and even more shocking was our camcorder on a tripod pointed at the bed.
“You didn’t think Sexmas was over, did you?” she teased, posing provocatively.
“I-um-well,” I babbled.
“Apparently my surprise worked,” she teased.
“Indeed it did,” I responded, walking to the bed, “and I assume this is for me?”
“Of course,” she replied.
I began undressing and pondering this latest surprise. I had pestered her to make a video forever, but she hadn’t even remotely considered it. Once naked, I put on the tight outfit that had a very convenient opening for my cock. Once I’d got it on, she ordered, “Go press record.”
I did and she instantly looked at the camera, “Fuck Superman, get over here I am craving some stiff steel.”
I walked over to the bed, pulled out my cock and offered, “Well, Supergirl, here it is.”
My wife crawled over to my stiff missile and took it in her mouth. She made sure to look at the camera when she could and did she ever put on a show! She started slow, focusing on my mushroom head. She followed this by using her tongue to slide down my cock slowly, before taking each ball in her mouth. She returned to my cock and deep throated me, holding my cock in her mouth for a few seconds before she began a fast and furious assault on my cock with her mouth. Knowing I would come soon if she couldn’t this fast pace, I pushed her onto her back and crawled between her legs. I popped open the buttons covering her cunt and buried my face in between her legs. I sucked on her clit and slid a finger inside her warmth. Her moans began instantly and her breathing picked up as I slowly fingered her. Unlike yesterday`s nasty talk, today she was silent and just enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I wanted this too last, so I took my time pleasing her. I licked slowly, rolling her clit with my tongue, which had her giving slight spasms of joy, but not enough to get off. After a few minutes of this, she surprised me yet again by grabbing my head, pulling it deeper into her pussy and beginning to rub her pussy up and down on my face. Her moans increased again and in less than a minute my face was coated with her cum.
She held me there until after her orgasm was done and then demanded, “Get on your back, Superman.”
I quickly obeyed and watched my wife straddle my cock, turn to face the camera and not me, and envelop my cock. She then rode me slow and smooth, looking at the camera the whole time. I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear the soft moans with each up and down rise and fall. I just laid back and enjoyed the ride. Her sweet ass moving up and down on my stiff erection was mesmerising to watch. I don’t know how long she kept up this slow sweet pace but it felt like an eternity. Suddenly, she somehow tightened her cunt around my cock and started riding me faster. The pleasure quickly accelerated from a slow simmer to a fast boil as my wife got all porn star on me. Her moans became louder and she finally spoke, “Oh yeah baby, your cock feels so good in me, tell me when you are close.”
A minute later I warned her, “I’m close, baby.”
My wife quickly got off me and pulled me up onto my knees. Once I was up, she wrapped her hand around my cock and pumped my cock furiously. It was then I realized what she was about to allow me to do… another first… a facial. Just the thought of doing it was too much and I sprayed my cum on her face. The first stream hit her forehead and hair, the second her nose and mouth and the third and final blast her chin. It was the hottest moment ever and it was on tape. Once done, she gobbled my cock again and retrieved any last minute cum. Finally, she looked to the camera, smiled and said, “Movie 1-my first facial.”
I collapsed back on the bed and she followed. Foreshadowing a crazy next seven days, she teased, “If you think this was hot, you have not seen anything yet.”
I smiled and said, “If we keep up at this pace, I may not make it.”
She smiled back, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”
I countered, “I guess worst case scenario, it would be a great way to go.”
6. THE SIXTH DAY OF SEXMAS… Monday December 19th.
I woke up expecting some sort of hot kinky sex, but found the bed empty. I felt a surprising wave of disappointment to not see her in bed. I yawned and could hear music downstairs, so I grabbed my robe and made my way to the kitchen. I could smell the delicious aroma of bacon. Once I reached the kitchen my morning got even better.
Alexis, naked except for her apron to cover her precious parts, was frying bacon and making pancakes. Breakfast had never been so sexy. She smiled, grabbed the coffee and sauntered over to me, leaned over to give me an ample peak at her firm breasts, and poured my coffee. Once my coffee was poured, she returned to the stove and finished making breakfast.
I sipped my coffee and just admired my beautiful wife and her determination to continue to make our marriage spontaneous. She finished the last of the bacon and made me a plate. She returned to the kitchen table and handed me a plate with bacon, pancakes and toast.
She smiled and said, “Good morning, baby. This is an interactive breakfast.”
“Interactive?” I asked confused.
Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees, crawled under the table and took my cock in her mouth.
Stunned, yet again, I took a bite of bacon as my wife slowly sucked my cock. I grabbed the sports section of the paper and checked the scores while I had breakfast and got a slow blowjob. Another of my dreams was to be watching football, with a beer in one hand, a plate with steak in front of me while Alexis gave me the exact same luxurious blowjob. Alexis pleasured my cock with such tenderness; I doubt I would have come if we stayed in these positions for the whole day. I would have just continued to be in a perpetual state of pleasure. Alas, after fifteen minutes I was finished breakfast and decided my wife deserved some pleasure too. I said, “Get up here, baby.”
She crawled out from underneath the table with a smile on her face, “Did you enjoy your breakfast?”
“It was delicious and very relaxing,” I replied, “but I think it is time for you to have the same luxurious breakfast.”
“I already ate,” she replied, before adding to clarify, “breakfast I mean.”
“Well, then I guess I should have dessert,” I smiled, lifting her onto the table and spreading her legs. I moved to her pussy and gave long, wide licks of her still dry pussy lips. The wetness soon came and I continued with long up and down strokes, eager to get her off.
I felt her lean back and I was surprised when I saw a yellow banana in my face, “Fuck me with this baby, while you suck my clit.”
Not one to disagree with my wife’s pleasure, I took the long, curved fruit and slipped it inside her now very damp pussy. Moving my head up a bit, I moved up and concentrated on her clit. Tentative at first with the fruit, I began to pump my wife’s pussy with it when she demanded, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me fast.” As I obeyed her request, her breathing got heavier and I knew the double pleasure of my mouth on her clit and the banana in her pussy was going to get her off soon. “Oh God yes, don’t stop baby, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she screamed as she got closer and seconds later exploded all over the make-shift fuck toy.
Taking charge, I let go of her clit, pulled out the banana, pulled her off the table, bent her over the table and slid my cock inside her just fucked pussy. She hadn’t even finished climaxing when I began to pound her from behind. Her loud moans continued with each thrust. “Oh yes, baby, fuck me, I want to feel your cum deep inside me.”
One of her hands held onto the table for grip while the other reached for the banana and she sucked her juices off the long, yellow fruit. The sight was hot, obscene and so out of character for my wife that it had my balls bubbling and three more hard deep thrusts was all I needed to fill my wife with my seed. I continued slow pumps into my wife as I finished my orgasm. Once spent, I fell back on my chair and my wife turned around peeled the banana and took a bite.
She smiled, “I figured that with you leaving at five in the morning tomorrow you may want to go to bed early, so I better get the sixth day of Christmas done early.”
“You continue to surprise me, baby,” I replied, watching her eat the banana that was just buried inside her. I know by peeling the fruit it was still clean and so forth, but it still seemed so naughty.
Again foreshadowing even more naughtiness, she teased, finishing the banana, “Oh baby, there is so much more to come and I definitely indeed meant the pun.”
She sat on my lap, her wetness leaking onto my leg and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss.
We both eventually unwrapped ourselves from our lust and got ready for work. As I drove to work forty-five minutes later I knew I had the best wife in the world.
7. THE SEVENTH DAY OF SEXMAS… Tuesday December 20th.
After yesterday’s morning sex, I went over 24 hours without any action. Last night, Alexis worked late getting her Christmas pageant ready for Wednesday and I packed and went to bed early. I was leaving for a two-day conference in New York and would not return until Thursday evening.
I was getting so used to her surprises, I expected some sort of action in the morning, or on the drive to the airport, but it was all business. Hugs, kisses, promises to call tonight.