It was a cold November day that turned into the hottest day of my life. My wife of 22 years had arranged the most incredible birthday gift any man could want. We had a very comfortable sex life but it had its boundaries. One thing for sure was my wife Debbie gave a terrible blow job! It wasn't for the lack of trying; she just never got into it despite loving it when I went down on her, and could never reciprocate. I would actually joke with her telling her I would rather jerk off than let her suck me because it was like sticking my dick in a pencil sharpener!
My birthday was on a Saturday and Debbie awoke early, whispering in my ear that she had a surprise and I needed to get dressed and meet her in the kitchen. It didn't take me long to do as I was told, but the college sweatshirt I was wearing with my Levis wouldn't do. Debbie looked at me and chuckled telling me to go change my shirt; we were going away for the weekend to celebrate my birthday. On my way back to the bedroom I saw two small bags already packed for the trip. Even though I was disappointed I would miss all the college and pro football games it would be fun to spend time alone with Debbie.
Within an hour we were driving along a country road twenty-five miles from home enjoying the end of the fall foliage; the colors were still brilliant as we travelled through the rolling hills and countryside. Debbie told me to turn left at the next light and go 3 miles up a dirt and gravel road. Our SUV bounced and jerked up the track as I wondered where the hell she was taking me. A small country cottage came into view; it looked like something out of the thirties with a white picket fence and flower boxes. As I climbed out of the car I noticed how clean the air was and stopped for a moment to listen to the rustling of the leaves. Debbie reached in her purse and pulled out a set of keys; she opened the door to the cottage as I grabbed the luggage. When I walked in I was amazed; it really was like walking back into the thirties. It only had one room but there was a big fireplace, wood floors and a grand old four poster bed. Debbie got right to work unpacking, putting wine in the fridge, and the groceries away. I joked with her that it was a lot of food for just a weekend and two people. She replied that she wanted to be prepared. I looked around and frowned when I noticed no TV set, which meant no football. Debbie knew what I was looking for and told me not to worry, what she had planned meant I wouldn't even think about football, as she smirked at me.
We ate a quick lunch and went walking through the woods in our matching fleece jackets. The cool air was invigorating and as we enjoyed the view we held hands and enjoyed the peacefulness of the moment. The afternoon sun was brilliant and the sky was deep blue without a cloud to spoil it as we made our way through the meadow back to the cottage. When we got back to the cottage and I slipped my feet out of my shoes Debbie told me to relax while she prepared dinner. I sat outside on a wicker rocking chair to chill and before I knew what happened I had fallen sound asleep. An hour later Debbie was kissing my neck trying to awaken me. When I finally opened my eyes I noticed another car in the driveway next to mine. I asked Debbie whose it was and she said it belonged to a friend of hers who she was renting the cottage from. Debbie then asked if I would mind if she joined us for dinner. I told her sure; I would just go and wash up. I walked into the cottage to meet Debbie's friend Megan. She was a beautiful woman, around forty-five with red hair, piercing blue eyes and, even though she had a full figure, she was hot. I went over to shake her hand but she was already holding a glass of Merlot so instead she reached around and hugged me.
