I awoke to a warm and wet mouth on my cock and I looked down to see my wife's head moving slowly up and down. Her ministrations felt fantastic but there was one problem, I had to piss. Like a racehorse.
"Babe, I gotta piss first."
"Well then hurry the fuck up. I only have a few minutes before I have to get ready for work."
I was out of bed in a flash and covered the ten or so steps to our bathroom in seven. I lifted the seat and let go with a torrent into the bowl, the noise loud as I forced my stream out as fast as I could. I shivered a little and sighed as I thought about the lucky situation I was in. While not unheard of, her giving me a blowjob first thing in the morning on a workday wasn't something that happened with any regularity. I finished pissing then squeezed out the last drops and wiped my now soft cock on my towel that was hanging on the hook. I was still thinking about why the stars had aligned in my favor as I jumped back in and lay flat on my back.
My thoughts faded away as she got right back to it, sucking hard and playing with my balls as my dick came to full mast. We've been married fourteen years now and she knew exactly what I liked and how to get me hard in just a couple minutes. She used her fingernails on my taint and started taking me deeper in her mouth now that I was hard as a rock.
I've always loved sex in the morning but as the years went by it became more of a special treat than the norm it used to be when we were newlyweds. Back then Shelly and I were broke and struggling to make ends meet so our spare time consisted of us fucking our brains out whenever we could. We went at it two or three times a day and sometimes more on the weekends. Oh to be twenty two again, fresh out of college with high hopes and libidos to match.
"Honey, we have to hurry," she said and took me all the way into her throat and back up. I grunted an acknowledgement and concentrated on the task at hand. I pulled up a favorite memory of mine from a couple of years ago. We had picked up a young lady ten years our junior and brought her home for a wild threesome that ended with me coming hard into the pussy of our young guest and watching my wife clean her up.
Shelly was working hard now and tickling my asshole while she used her throat over and over, her head moving up and down in a steady rhythm. I could feel the tingling start just as she took her mouth off of me and caught her breath, her right hand stroking me.
"Are you close?" she asked.
"Yup, almost there," I replied so she went right back to it. She swooped down and took me in until her nose touched my pubic hair and held herself there for a few seconds. Back up and then down again with more urgency now, going faster and sucking a little harder. The tingling started in my toes first then moved throughout my whole body as I went over the edge. With a scream I let go and she took me all the way in and let me pump my seed into her throat. That only lasted for two spurts before she choked and came up for air.
Her right hand was once again stroking me slowly and steadily as my cum flew out of me. After three or four good spurts she caught her breath and once again took me into her mouth to get the rest of the slow dribbles that oozed out. I was still twitching every few seconds while she worked her tongue around to clean me up. She sat up while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Thank you baby, to what do I owe this amazing start to the day?"
She smiled widely and said "Happy birthday!" I thought for a second and started laughing, I had totally forgotten. I pulled her back down for a hug and a kiss and we snuggled contentedly for a minute or so until she glanced at the clock.
"Shit!" she cried and hopped up and raced into the bathroom. I heard the water start and I looked at the clock, it was six forty five and she usually got in the shower ten minutes ago. While there was still enough time she hated rushing around in the morning. She had everything timed out so she could sit and scroll on her phone with a cup of coffee for ten minutes before she left for work.
I laid there basking in the afterglow, now that I knew what day it was I remembered that since my birthday was on a Friday this year I had taken the day off. I was just starting to doze off again when the water shut off and she got busy getting ready. I knew it would be about ten minutes before she went downstairs so I decided to get up and make sure her coffee and lunch was ready for her. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and stood there watching her go through her morning routine with practiced ease. Well, to be honest I was watching her thirty-six C's sway to and fro, a sight I never tire of.
She looked into the mirror just as she picked up the blow dryer and caught me red handed and smiled while she shook her head a little, mocking me for still being fascinated with her boobs. I thought about going in for a quick feel but decided not to interrupt her when she was in a hurry, lest the blow dryer be inserted firmly into my ass.
Just as I was about to go downstairs she said "You owe me buddy, I'm a wet mess here and we don't have time to take care of it. Be ready for me when I get home."
"Looking forward to it sweetie, my tongue and I will be waiting." She smiled sweetly then turned on the dryer and started on her hair. I went to the kitchen and got started making her lunch. I had both lunch and her travel mug of coffee sitting on the table as she walked in looking fantastic in a simple summery dress and light make-up.
"You look great baby." I said. She smiled and sat down to her coffee.
"Ooh, you made my lunch, thanks sweetie, I can enjoy my coffee now." She pulled out her phone and started checking messages. About thirty seconds later she said "So much for enjoying, James wants me in early if possible to talk about Stacy. I think she's getting fired, or laid off if she's lucky." She jumped up and with a quick kiss she was out the door and I waved to her as she was driving down the road.
I walked back into the kitchen and saw her lunch sitting there on the table. It was too late to call her back now, I'll text her in a while to see if she wants me to bring it to her.
I made some breakfast and after eating I headed out to the garage. Last year I bought a full sized van and I'm in the process of customizing the inside with two rows of Captain's chairs and a bed across the back. It's mostly done but I need to finish the lighting and paneling in the back. My Dad had one back in the seventies and I'm modeling it off the pics he has of his "Fuck Van" as he likes to call it when it's just the two of us talking. The phrase gave me and idea, I picked up my phone and started texting.
'Busy?'