A Marriage Surprise

"Oh God, Oh God, that's... I'm, I'm... Fuck!"

With this expletive, Dale's balls twitched, sending several ropes of cum down his wife's throat. Emily, who was looking up at her husband with loving eyes, took the load with no complaints, enjoying the feeling of his large balls contracting in her hand. Even empty they were heavy and she loved the weight lessening as he came.

Only when he'd stopped twitching did Emily remove all seven inches of Dale from within her mouth, her tongue lapping at any excess spunk as she did so, including licking up what of her own juices she hadn't already washed off while she'd been sucking.

If the love of her life could make her cum twice, first with his tongue before pounding her senseless with his dick, then she could make sure he enjoyed himself too.

Collapsing onto the bed, Dale was quite happy and sated when he felt his sexy wife lay her head against his chest. Automatically, he began to stroke her auburn hair, long and thick, he often joked that his cock and hair were similar, especially when he could often see her hair more than he could his own cock.

For Emily, she loved the juxtaposition of her pale skin against his light brown features. The son of a white father and black mother, Dale wasn't their only child by choice. Complications during his mother's pregnancy with him had left her effectively sterile but, despite their disappointment on that front, their home had always been full of love. Even now with his parents pushing sixty, the three of them remained an example of a loving, happy family.

Emily however had never known her father. Hell, her own mother didn't even know the guy's identity, with Emily the result of a drunken liaison between strangers in a club toilet. She'd always regretted that her mother, Heather, only eighteen at the time of conception, had been overly open and honest about, well, everything.

Did she really need to know she'd been conceived with her mother bent over a toilet? Had she needed to be kept up to date on her mother's sex life the moment Emily understood what was going on? And there had been countless boyfriends, some whom Emily only knew of when she saw them creeping out the front door at ten am, even if the term 'boyfriend' was probably a bit of a stretch.

Luckily her mother, now in her mid-forties seemed to have mellowed, that or Emily's marriage to Dale gave her some distance and protection from the 'TMI's' so she just didn't notice it any more. Either way, Heather seemed happier without the constant stream of fuck-buddies, and if Heather was happy, Emily was happy.

Fondling Dale's now empty balls one more time, Emily was very happy, almost instantly falling into a doze as she lay on the chest of the love of her life who, after his exertions was already fast asleep. If not for work the next morning they'd have probably stayed awake to go again, as even five years of marriage hadn't dulled their sexual appetite for each other. Add in the other two years of dating and engagement and it was still unlikely that they'd gone longer than twenty-four hours without at least one of them reaching orgasm.

Somehow, despite the fucking like rabbits, they'd managed to go seven years without any 'accidents', even despite the lack of any contraception for the last four years and the amount of cum that Emily had felt leaking down her legs. Call it luck, good or bad, children weren't a necessity for either of them but they'd agreed that if Emily fell pregnant, well, then they'd still have no complaints, even if it would undoubtedly mean a reduction in their sexual opportunities.

In a way, this was what led to the one uncertainty that Emily had each year. With Dale's birthday coming up she didn't have a goddamn clue what to get him. With no kids and decently paying jobs, they both bought whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it, so computer games, lego sets and sex toys were out of the question. It was only the other week that Dale had surprised Emily with a 'clone-a-willy' dildo so he could effectively DP her, fucking her cunt and ass respectively. The thought of cum dripping from both her pussy and her asshole had sent her over the edge a few times. The problem was, how could she top that?

Asking her work colleagues who were mostly female, the most popular ideas had either been by giving him a blowjob or letting him in her ass which, seeing as Emily did both regularly, not that she intended to tell any of the gossipy prude's who it transpired she worked with, weren't that helpful.

A couple of them had even admitted they only had sex on special occasions, birthdays, Valentine's Day, etc, and Emily had needed special effort not to tell those people that it sounded like they were in loveless marriages. I mean, at most three or four times a year? It sounded like a goddamn horror movie.

Thinking about Dale's interests, again she ran into the stumbling block that they bought exactly what they wanted anyway, so what else could she do? The only other thing he liked was going on and on about how he was that rare breed of being from both Wales and Jamaica.

'That's it!' She thought excitedly, accidentally waking herself up and causing Dale to shuffle from her movement. She could buy Dale one of those DNA kits so he could know exactly how Welsh and Jamaican he was.

Carefully moving her head off her lover's chest and grabbing her phone, Emily looked up which one would be most effective. Realising they were cheaper than she thought, she decided she might as well buy one for herself too so they could compare their different ancestries. No doubt Dale's would be global while hers would focus on Liverpool, the City that they and their parents all lived in. Hell, she probably wouldn't get any more exotic than the fucking Wirral.

Despite her own negative considerations Emily decided to go through with it anyway.

'Fuck it,' she considered, 'what's the worst that can happen?'

Laughing, Emily placed the order and, cuddling back up on her husband's chest, quickly fell to sleep, happy that she'd found a solution to her problem, and that she and Dale could make each other cum. Hard.

Two weeks later early one morning Emily found herself awake, yet had no opportunity to consider why or when it was due to the intense feeling that was emitting from her groin.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned reflexively, "Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" That last one came out as a scream, joined by her juices squirting across her husband's face, it being his actions on her clit that had led to her intense waking orgasm.

Slowly coming down from her incredibly intense orgasm, Dale slid next to her, his engorged cock pressing into her side and his grin wider than even he could get her cunt to spread.

"You fucking idiot," Emily attempted to scold her husband, the come down from her orgasm making it difficult to do so meaningfully, "it's your birthday, I was supposed to wake you up with oral sex, not the other way around."

"Hey," Dale continued to grin, "it's my birthday, I can do what the fuck what I want. Talking about that..."

Without warning Dale began to kiss her deeply, Emily immediately finding her mouth opening to allow his tongue in. Even if she had actually been annoyed with Dale, which she wasn't, she found it difficult to reject his advances, especially as she could taste herself on his tongue, something she found an intense thrill and, if she wasn't already literally dripping wet, she would have been very quickly.

Enjoying the kiss, Emily soon found herself gently moving onto her side, facing away from him.

'Oh,' she thought, biting her bottom lip in lust, 'he's in one of those moods...'

Soon she felt her husband's cock pressing against her ass, gently moving up and down between her cunt and her asshole, yet she already knew exactly where he was going, her asshole clenching in anticipation.

The tip of his thick cock first dipped into her pussy, lubricating himself up. At the same time, Dale's lips gently caressed and bit onto her neck, Emily gasping in both lust and anticipation, enjoying the sensation of her husband filling her cunt. However, as he teasingly pulled out she moaned in frustration, desperate to feel him deeply inside her, not just teasing the first few inches. She wanted to be filled, but as she pushed back against him trying to get even a centimetre more Dale removed himself completely.

"Nuh-uh," he teased, wagging a finger in front of her face, "It's my birthday and you're just going to have to wait."

To Emily's surprise, she suddenly felt pressure within her asshole, causing her to gasp as the tip of his cock slid in past her sphincter.

"Or," he spoke with a slight breathlessness, "you won't."

Without waiting for any response, Emily's husband began to slowly slide back and forth, only millimetres of difference at a time but more than enough for Emily to start regretting wanting to be filled. With two inches in she had to hold up a hand, their sign they needed a pause.

"You okay?" Dale asked with genuine concern, "Need me to pull out?"

"No, you're okay," Emily insisted, breathing slowly, "I just need a minute to acclimatise."

"If it's too much..." Dale started only to be interrupted by his wife.

"It's not," smiling, Emily shifted, moving her legs further forward, "I want it. You can keep going as you were, but if I start pushing then so can you."

His own face one of relief and desire, Dale restarted instantly, enjoying the tight feeling of her ass around his shaft, and he'd only slid in an inch or two further when Dale felt Emily begin to move backwards so, as allowed, he began to thrust with increased purpose.

"Ohhh!" Emily groaned as he began to fuck harder, faster. She began to twist her nipples, pulling on her breasts, desperate for both pleasure and pain. With Dale's balls lying against pussy he was easily able to feel her cunt once again flooding with juices, and the moment he bottomed out in her bottom he slid a hand over her and between her legs. More easily than anticipated he found that two fingers slipped in without issue, and pushed in deeper to her cunt as pulled back from her ass, see-sawing between both holes as his wife gasped and cried out in pleasure.

It wasn't too long before Emily began to feel the familiar sensation that began to flood her body.

"I'm," she gasped, "I'm..."

Without waiting for confirmation, Dale rolled Emily onto her front and began fucking her asshole with wild abandon. Very soon, she began to shudder and cry out as an intense orgasm hit her.

Shuddering and shaking, her anus clenched upon her husband's cock and, with a final cry her body relaxed completely.

"Oh, oh," she gasped, unable to complete full sentences as she continued to receive a pounding. No longer as tight as it was before he began, Emily lay there happily, enjoying the sensation of all seven inches of thick meat filling her quite nicely.

With a gasp and moan of his own, she felt Dale's cock somehow stiffen even harder, his hands clenched around her hips as he came hard, deep within her ass.

"Fuuck..." He cried as his balls emptied into side her before collapsing onto her back. "I fucking love you, Babe."

"Love you too sexy," she replied, "Happy Birthday."

"It's definitely off to a good start," Dale grinned happily before, quickly removing his length, moving to lay next to his wife, kissing her deeply.

They lay there for some time just enjoying each other's closeness and company when, unable to wait any longer, Emily slid out of the bed and disappeared to the toilet where she cleaned herself up.

Returning to the bedroom she did not come empty-handed, a stack of presents topped by numerous cards.

"Happy Birthday," she sang, laughing as she watched Dale cover his ears, as she was not a natural singer, "These are from your family," she pointed at the top level of presents, "and mine's at the bottom."

"I do love your bottom," Dale teased, eyeing up her naked body, her petite frame covered in amazing curves. He could see marks on her breasts where her fingernails had dug deeper than normal, causing him to smile again at the thought that she definitely enjoyed herself as much as he did.

Thrusting the presents at him, Emily continued to stand.

"Well it needs a rest, so you'd best be happy just opening these."

Without delay, Dale began to rip the wrapping paper off them, cooing happily at his new games and toys while Emily rolled her eyes. Even his aunties and Uncles fed his silly habit. No matter how much he explained it, she just couldn't see the difference between D&D figurines and toys.

Reaching the last one, he smiled happily at the wrapping paper. Old and thoroughly creased, the images of Snoopy had long ago lost any definition, but, as this was the wrapping paper he'd used to cover her engagement ring almost six years ago they continued to use it to this day. Well, it was the top layer of the first box, by the sixth box he'd hidden the ring box in Emily had just begun ripping it all apart. This first layer though was pretty much all they used.

Opening the paper carefully, all folds and no tape to further protect it, he looked at the box carefully.

"So," Emily began to explain excitedly, "you're always going on about your heritage, so I thought we could find out exactly where you're from. And," she pointed at the second box, "I thought we could compare mine and your DNA, to see which of us is more exotic."

Laughing, Dale immediately loved the idea of it, especially if it proved Emily's mum's claim their family had never been further south than the River Mersey. It was the pride in this claim that confused Dale, who was incredibly proud of being both Welsh and Jamaican. Why would you limit yourself?

"So how do we do it?" He asked, peering at the box hopelessly. "I don't have to wank into it do I?"

"If that was the case I'd have probably tried to save some of your spunk," Emily laughed, "no, it's only spit."

"Lucky I didn't cum in your mouth then," Dale giggled, "otherwise you'd be coming out half-black too."

Still naked, the couple followed the instructions before putting them back in the box for one of them to post later.

Taking her husband's hand, Emily led Dale into the bathroom where they showered together, each enjoying the view quite happily.

"This," Dale thought happily as his wife, soapy and wet began to clean his dick for him, her hands rubbing up and down his length, "is definitely the best birthday ever."

Opening the door some weeks later, Emily struggled to carry a box in from work. One of her colleagues was emigrating to Australia and had offered any items he had left to Emily and the others so, feeling adventurous, she'd requested the bread maker. She loved the idea of being more of a homemaker, having dinner on the table, the smell of fresh bread in the air, so thought it would be nice to give it a go, even if she knew being a 'trad-wife' would quickly get boring. Good for a few weeks, but not for life. Anyway, not only was Dale a better cook but this way they could still get fresh bread and two incomes!

Holding the box awkwardly as she walked through the open doorway she missed the letters that had piled up behind the door, heading straight to the dining room table to put the stuff on the table. It was only when she went to go upstairs that she saw the two letters, one bearing her name and one with her husbands. Initially confused, she felt a thrill as she quickly realised what they probably were.

Excitedly, she began to rip open her own letter, before considering that Dale might want to open them together or even first, it being his present. Unable to wait without confirming this, Emily texted Dale to let him know.

'Hey Sexy, DNA tests are back. Want me to open them both or wait to you get home?'

It took about fifteen minutes before she got a response, where she'd been looking covetously at the letters.

'Might be late, you open yours, I'll open mine later.'

So keen to open the letter she merely sent a 'k' in reply before getting stuck into opening her letter.

Reading through the results, initially, she was mostly surprised that her heritage spread further than Merseyside. Turn out she was Welsh! That would probably annoy her father-in-law who loved bleating about how great the Valleys were, although Emily had always considered that they had their ups and downs.

Being so enamoured with her newfound heritage, it took Emily some time to see something else printed below all this.

"A fifty per cent match..." she breathed, excitement welling in her chest, "oh my God!"

A sibling. She had a sibling! Someone who (she assumed) was due to her father shagging around like a whore. She couldn't wait to tell her mother that she was so close to finding out who her father was!

Calming down, Emily decided to wait until Dale had opened his, these DNA kits having been his birthday present after all. Oh god, she was so excited! To prevent herself from immediately messaging anyone about this, she decided to take a shower before preparing dinner for the two of them.

Normally Emily took the opportunity of being naked and wet to enjoy herself in the shower, or if Dale was about to enjoy him, but with her mind full of ideas of her dad and siblings could be, she found that she just wasn't in the mood, The water fell off her pert breasts and her wide hips as she lathered herself in soap, her mind just full of what could be.

After drying off she dressed in a pair of joggers and one of Dale's shirts. In the entire time they'd been married they'd never once needed pyjamas, seeing as one or both of them would likely want some form of access to the other's body, so this was the next best choice.

As he walked through the door an hour or so later, Dale was amazed to hear singing from the kitchen, as well as a smell that could only be considered wonderful. Not only was her singing actually nice, which was unusual, but to have that with the smell of delicious food (which was less unusual) caused him to believe that Emily had had a very nice day, which boded well. When Emily was happy she usually shared it with him, usually without even waiting to reach the bedroom.

"Hey sexy," Dale called into the kitchen as he removed his trainers, "that smells amazing."

Hearing her husband, Emily ran out of the kitchen and immediately jumped upon him, kissing him passionately.

"Hmmm," Dale moaned happily as the kiss finally broke yet Emily remained pressed against him, "that's a nice greeting. Have you had a good day?"

"Not too bad," Emily smiled widely, unable to hide her excitement, "but before we eat I need you to open your letter. I can't wait to tell you about my results."

Intrigued, Dale took the letter from Emily's hands as she disentangled from his body. Opening it carefully, Dale slid the letter out and began reading.

As expected he was mostly Jamaican and Welsh, with a few outliers about but nothing surprising.

"I'm Welsh too!" Emily divulged excitedly, unable to hold back any longer, "And it turns out I've got a sibling!"

"That's amazing!" Happy for his wife, Dale kissed the top of her forehead before returning to his own letter.

Having read through where he was from, Dale stopped as he read something that shocked him to the core.

"A fifty per cent match," he breathed, yet any excitement was tempered by the knowledge he was an only child before he read it again. "A sibling report..."

The colour draining from his face, Dale looked at Emily who appeared surprised by his less than pleased reaction.

"I need to look at your letter please," speaking politely but firmly, Emily immediately collected her letter, handing it to him, concerned that her husband appeared so upset.

Reading through it, Dale's expressions got increasingly more negative, while Emily began to panic. What was it that could be so wrong?