She pushes the tip towards my mouth. I can feel the heat on my lips. I can smell his manhood and see the droplet of precum on his hard purple head.
This is my moment of truth. My head is spinning and I'm frozen in this moment.
I'm wondering to myself "how did I get here???"
My wife and I have an ongoing tradition of providing each other with one "shock and awe" anniversary gift each year. It started on our first anniversary when I surprised her with a trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. What an eye-opening experience that was! She was "girls gone wild" crazy for earning her beads and I found that very attractive! We returned home to our normal conservative lifestyle, but the experience was never far from my mind when the lights went out. On our second anniversary she took me to Vegas and it was my turn to get loose. We gambled aggressively, drank excessively and both of spent way too much of our time ogling at the pretty women everywhere. Certainly it was all in fun but it was really a turn on when she'd elbow me and point out another hottie. Turns out we both have similar taste in women!
But early on it was just for shits & giggles.
We've alternated our years and had a lot of fun. This year was her turn and she'd been putting a great deal of thought into what she might do to "shock" and "awe" me. The bar had been raised pretty high by now.
We have always been able to entertain each other with titillating conversation during foreplay. We often confess our nastiest little passing thoughts - crazy desires that cross our minds during arousal. So as she was plotting our anniversary adventure she began asking probing questions about the things I'd thought about but would most likely never do. She started off by mentioning that she'd seen a girl that she might like to try kissing. That got me hard of course. Then she asked if I ever had those kinds of thoughts about passing men. I told her no because honestly I'd never seen a man that I'd like to kiss. Eventually however, she got to a question about whether I ever thought about blow jobs. I told her I always think about blowjobs! She'd seen my taste in porn and knew I loved to watch good head and a glorious cum-shot finale.
She asked if I ever wondered what it would be like- to GIVE a blow job... I had to be honest mostly because there wasn't enough blood left in my brain at the time to tell a convincing lie...
I shared with her that yes, I had spent more time than I like to admit thinking and wondering about how it would feel to be the giver. To have total control of another man's cock. To feel it in my mouth. To taste it. And yes, to make him cum in my mouth. I admitted I was curious about all of that. I told her how I'd even tried to give myself head but I'm just not flexible enough.
So then we'd make love and as the passion heated up she'd run her wetted fingers across my lips and start to push a couple of them into my mouth. I played along and was receptive as she began probing her fingers into and around my mouth. I began to suck as she put them in further and as I continued to suck with more enthusiasm I could see how it made her passion heat up and finally explode. It was becoming a wonderful part of our frequent erotic dance. Our love making. I found that I too, really enjoyed it.
Our anniversary was upon us and she chose Hawaii as our destination. It had been a cold winter and some time in the sun was a welcomed relief. We had a room on the beach at Waikiki that allowed us to enjoy the beach and the sun and the people-watching without having to leave the comfort of our hotel grounds.
We sat outside and ordered margaritas an hour after our plane landed. Ahhhhhh this is the life, I thought to myself. A permanent smile took up residence on my face.
As the afternoon went on we became friendly with our attractive waitress. She was, of course, scantily clad revealing her ample bosoms and firm hard ass. She was blonde with blue eyes but her deep tan and the way she spoke made it clear that she was not new to the island. I was captivated by the way she walked away each time she visited. Her ass was great, as I mentioned, but her thigh-gap was nothing short of delicious. I could not help staring as she walked away.
"I think she's hot too," my wife finally said as she caught me ogling.
A little embarrassed I laid my head back on my lounge and close my eyes, just smiling again. I thought to myself "shit. I should've asked my wife if she'd ever thought about eating pussy when we were having those conversations". Crap.
The afternoon passed and the shift changed so when it came time to order some pu-pus our waitress had been replaced by an equally attractive waiter. Ironically they were both named Chris. I got a little kick out of that because by now I had a pretty good little buzz on. It made it easy to remember his name.
Chris was tall and slim. Obviously a surfer, his tone body and wavy dishwater blonde hair were dead giveaways. We hit it off immediately and he told us he was originally from Texas but had come to Waikiki for a vacation-two years ago. After a taste of Hawaii he had no desire to return to Texas.
He too was a joy to watch as he walked away. Of course I wasn't aware of that entirely until my wife pointed it out. After that my whole mind went sideways. Every time he'd come to us I'd sit up and take notice. As he stood and talked or took our orders I found myself face to crotch with him. He dressed to the left and he displayed a very attractive package in his tight white dress shorts. "All that dirty talk with my wife has gotten to me" I thought to myself as I tried not to stare.
Looking back up at his face and into his eyes I came back to earth a bit realizing that I still didn't see myself ever kissing him.
