It was a month before my birthday and my wife Chris presented me with a festive red envelope upon which was written, "Happy birthday!"
Feeling honored I grinned expectantly and opened it to find a homemade coupon book.
The cover said, "The Twelve Jays Of Chris" - a pun on the holiday saying. To understand you just need to know that my wife always calls a BJ a Jay.
Paging through it there were a variety of cutely named jays: "An Arctic Jay" which I soon learned was a BJ with cooling menthol in her mouth.
The second was called "The Whipped Jay" which I later learned was a BJ with whipped cream and did not involve any leather straps.
Inside was also "The Spicy Jay", "The Public Jay", "The Surprise Jay" and a bunch of others.
She told me that the twelve jays would conclude on my birthday and would fulfill my deepest subconscious desires.
There's something you should know about Chris, she loves giving pleasure more than she likes receiving it. Actually, she can't have orgasms herself, but she's content to provide lots of blowjobs and spreads her legs whenever I'm in the mood.
So what is it about human nature that we always want what we can't have? Most guys would kill for a woman so ready to give blowjobs and so apt to fuck. My friend's complain that they are undersexed. But I wanted to give my wife the big O. Somehow it made me feel less manly that I couldn't.
In any case, with the coupon book, my curiosity was continually primed and every few days I received a new novel blowjob.
My favorite was the "Bugger Jay" when she wiggled her finger up my bung near the end. I loved it not just for the titillating sensations but for the latent homo eroticism too, not that I would admit that to Chris.
Yes, I've toyed with gay thoughts now and then, but her finger was as close to the real thing as I'd ever gotten. Generally, I just dismiss those random thoughts as soon as they bubble up.
The day of the big finale arrived and I showered and shaved to get myself ready. All day I wondered when it would happen and just how she would surprise me. I doubted there could be any new ways to receive a blowie at this point.
She tied me willingly to the bed for this one.
I had thought she was going to tie me down for the one called the "Tied Jay" but instead she frigged herself while blowing me. Her pussy had been right above my face allowing me to watch her fake an orgasm. She even fingered her ass. She timed it so we both "came" at the same time - a tie. It was a masterpiece of sexual theatre.
Anyway, for the "Surprise Jay" I was tied naked to the bed with a blindfold on.
My dick ached from being hard in anticipation. Chris danced around the room gaily, "You're gonna like this one the most. In fact, you've been waiting for a jay like this ever since you knew what a dick was for.
Next, I felt her standing on the bed, still dancing, and making up tunes, "It's going to be wild. It's going to be new."
She crouched while still dancing, lightly grazing her ripe pussy against my willing lips. The aroma was intoxicating. She teased me, "You're going to have new sensations and scary feelings."
Facing me, she sat on my dick, squeezing it between her buns, "But trust me. I know you better than you know yourself."
My mysterious wife lifted one delicate foot, then dipped her big toe into my mouth. "Suck it! Pleasure my toe like I've sucked your cock these last eleven times. Suck it like it's my cock."
We'd never done that before, but, ok, why not? I sucked on her toe like sucking on a cock. My latent gayness welled up inside me. I swear, like a sexual version of The Grinch, my dick grew two sizes larger sucking that toe.
Chris giggled, getting up on her feet once again. She stood with one foot by my left ear and one by my right.
She started narrating, "The way I'm standing my pussy is directly above your mouth. It's a whole legs-length away but directly above it.
In fact, if I frig myself right now, when I cum, any lady cum I make will drop right in your mouth." More sexual drama.
The thought of Chris having an orgasm and cuming in my mouth made my cock leap in anticipation of a climax. Such a shame it couldn't happen for her.
"Would you like me to masturbate? Do you want me to drop cum into your mouth?" I nodded enthusiastically, playing along, holding my mouth wide open.
Chris pushed the envelope,"When my cum lands in your mouth you could pretend it's your cum leaking from my pussy."
That seemed more realistic and every bit as stimulating.
Then she taunted me, "My freshly fucked pussy could leak semen into your mouth. You need that don't you?"
It's a dream of mine to eat her after filling her with cum. But I've never remotely done anything to make it happen.
"Aaaw, but I'm sorry my dear husband, there's no cum in my pussy, and if you were to put some in there it would spoil the jay.
Sadly, there are no creampies on the menu for you to eat tonight."
I didn't know Chris knew what a creampie was, but she must have done a lot of internet searching to come up with eleven unique ways to suck cock. Presumably she just ran across the term. Just her saying the word filled me with wanton hope.
She changed her tone to mock me michiefiously, "Are you disappointed that you won't be eating fresh spunk tonight? Poor baby." She tapped my lips with her finger as she enunciated those last two words.
She changed her tune to be more ironic, "Should we find a way to put it on the menu?" She ran her finger lightly around my lips before gently sticking just the tip inside momentarily. Spunk was another new vocabulary word for her.
