? A Christmas Surprise

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We recently experienced an unexpected ‘sexual first’ that blew both of us away.  This is the story of the lead-up, and while we don’t know exactly what triggered the ‘surprise,’ I’m sure hoping we can recreate it again in the future.

With Christmas approaching, I let my wife know I had prepared 12 days of Christmas gifts for her which included a 2-night stay at a local resort in Northern Idaho.  Each day, I gave her a letter and a gift.  Some days the gift was a pedicure or manicure.  On others, it was doing something thoughtful that I knew she would appreciate.  In all of the messages, I expressed my love for her and let her know my thoughts and feelings and how I wanted to continue to improve our marriage and intimacy—spiritual, emotional and physical. They are all connected, after all.

The Sunday morning of the 22^nd was the day we were to leave for the resort.  We woke up early to get ready to attend the early service at Church and began by showering together.  I lathered her hair then soaped her body, running my hands over every square inch of her silky skin.  She turned and leaned back into me as I ran my hands over her full breasts, trailing my fingers along her skin until they reached the top of her partially shaven mound.

“Looks like you could use a bit of a touch-up,” I whispered in her ear. “After all, I plan to spend a lot of time down there over the next two days!”

She turned toward me and I grabbed the razor and conditioner I had pre-positioned.  As she widened her stance, I lowered myself to my knees and began shaving the smooth skin between her legs, paying special attention to her lower lips that I so looked forward to kissing later that evening.  I then soaped everything up again, running my hands over her pussy and bottom and exploring both of her holes with my fingers.  She sighed in pleasure and moaned dejectedly when I told her it was time to get out.  Still, she agreed we didn’t want to be late for church.

On the drive in, I handed her a letter and had her read “Sex or Worship” by LoveGrace on MH.  It is a beautiful depiction of married sex as an act of worship and led to a great discussion; we were headed to worship at church and embarking on a weekend that was full of the promise of married sex.

After a great service, we began our drive to the lake and took turns completing the phrase, “It’s so romantic when…”  We each took six or seven turns, then we switched to, “It feels so good when…”  This was such a great way to continue ratcheting up the heat and expectation levels as well as communicate to each other what we enjoyed.

We stopped for lunch along the way, then completed the drive to the resort. I had arranged an early check-in, after which we headed to the room.  When we entered, we embraced and kissed.  It felt wonderful to press my body up against her soft curves and push my hardness into her.  Our kissing grew more passionate as we enjoyed one another, letting our hands roam outside of each other’s clothing.

I stopped her, and once again she groaned when I did.  “Babe, I have tickets to a holiday concert. If we keep this up, you won’t have time to get ready, especially if I devour you like I want to right now,” I told her with a frown.  “But we don’t have to stop the fun completely,” I added, my frown turning to a grin as I handed her a pair of panties.  These weren’t just any panties.  This pair we had used on a few special occasions.  There was a small pouch sewn into the crotch that held a little remote-controlled vibrating bullet, and she smiled when she recognized them.

“Hmmmm, so you plan on teasing me all night long?”

“You bet I do,” I replied. “Now go slip these on; we have to get going or we are going to be late for the show.”

As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, I hit the remote button and a grin lit up her face.  “Not wasting any time, I see,” she smiled.

I just grinned in return and for the next twenty minutes had fun turning the vibrations on and off.  It wasn’t until we were seated in the auditorium that problems began.  The bullet was quiet and there was background noise, but I made sure to turn the bullet off each time someone needed to pass so no one with sharp hearing might twig to what was going on.  We were located on the aisle, so I had to keep standing to let people enter into the center section.  When the fourth group needed to get by, my wife awkwardly stood, and I could tell something was wrong.

“Turn it off,” she whispered in my ear.

“I did,” I replied.

“No. you didn’t,” she responded right back as the tension in her body increase.

Frantically, I pressed the button on the remote in my pocket but the look in her eyes told me I hadn’t been successful.  Another couple approached to pass. This time, rather than standing, she turned her knees to the side to let them pass, closing her eyes as she did.  I could tell her breathing had changed and knew I was reading the signs of an impending orgasm.  I was feeling both bad and turned on, knowing I had inadvertently put my wife in the position of having an orgasm while sitting right next to complete strangers.

Finally, in desperation, I pulled the remote out of my pocket. Hiding it in in my hand behind the program and moving it as close to her pussy as I could without drawing attention, I pressed the button.  A look of both relief and frustration passed over her face, and she relaxed back into the seat.  We looked at each other and, after a moment, started giggling over what we hoped was still just our secret.

“The batteries must be low. Sorry,” I said into her ear.

“No your not!” she replied with a cheeky grin.

Once the lights went down and the music began, I got up the courage to try again. Sure enough, I discovered that by holding the remote right next to her thigh, I could usually get the bullet to respond right away.  Usually.

But there were moments, both planned and unplanned on my part, when the vibrations lasted for several minutes, often with me unaware.  You see, the remote vibrated as well as the bullet and was intended to give me feedback on what she was feeling.  But now, the remote would sometimes be silent as if turned off, yet unbeknownst to me, the bullet would still be vibrating.

A number of times this caused my wife to approach the edge of orgasm.  Because of the darkness and loud music, she would have to squeeze my arm to let me in on her predicament.  My conservative wife was caught in a position of being incredibly turned on and frightened of being discovered.  Fortunately for me, she was more turned on than upset!!

After the show, we headed downtown and spent a couple of hours doing our favorite things.  For her, it was shopping and browsing in all the quaint shops decorated for Christmas.  For me, it was following along and trying to surprise her with vibrations at unexpected moments.

Eventually, we headed to dinner.  I had made reservations at “Beverly’s,” a very romantic, high-end restaurant overlooking the lake.  We were a bit early for our reservation, but they were able to seat us right away in a small booth where we could sit side by side.  It was tucked away in a corner near the back of the restaurant and very private.  Normally I would have preferred to be seated waterside by the windows, but for tonight, this was the perfect location.  We could still see the lights and the outside view, but unless people turned awkwardly to look at us we were completely hidden.

We ordered an absolutely delicious dinner, and throughout it, we reminisced about our favorite vacations and sexy getaways over the years.  I interspersed the conversation by turning the vibrator on and off.  Being so close to each other, it seemed to work much more consistently now, although not perfectly.  When the waiter came to inquire on our meal, I told him it was wonderful, but my wife remained strangely silent.  Looking at her and seeing the tension in her face, I realized what was happening but was powerless to do anything without raising suspicion further.  I think the waiter may have thought something was up because he did not leave immediately, instead offering suggestions for the upcoming dessert. It seemed to me he paid particular attention to my wife, who remained silent throughout.

“Turn it off, turn it off!!” she hissed as soon as he walked away.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

But rather than be annoyed, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  Then, after looking around to see if anyone might be looking, she took her napkin and laid it across my lap.  With one hand, she picked up a fork and took a bite of her scallops.  With the other, she reached under the napkin and fumbled for my zipper.  This was something she had never done in public before, and it turned my already stiff member to diamond consistency.

Earlier, I had let her know that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, hoping she might be tempted to take advantage of the easy access. Now my plan was paying off.  To anyone looking, it appeared as if she was enjoying the view, but in reality, she was stroking my hardened shaft that she had pulled through my open zipper.  Now it was my turn to be tense and flustered.  I had been turned on and erect for so long that I quickly felt myself approaching climax.

“You really had better stop that,” I warned with clenched teeth.

“Oh, like you stopped all night?” she replied with a mischievous look.

“I’ll make a mess so big there will be no way to clean it up!” I moaned.

Her only response was a smile as she looked at my face intently and gripped my cock, lubricated with pre-cum, even tighter.  Just before I was about to explode, she removed her hand, turned back to her food, and licked the clear fluids from her fingers as if she was enjoying a morsel from the plate.

I groaned in relief and disappointment, about to burst from the need for release.  It was only then that I noticed a flash to my side of someone passing us.  So caught up in each other all night, both of us had failed to realize that there was a secluded ramp to our right that led up to a small elevated area with a bussing station and a pathway from the kitchen to bring out food.  It also offered a near-perfect vantage for anyone so inclined, say a busboy or waiter, to look down on us from behind with a clear view of our laps.

The flash at that moment was our waiter, bringing our check and inquiring how we had enjoyed our meal.  While discreet, it seemed to me that the smile he gave us indicated he was talking about more than just the food.

I babbled back something about the meal being wonderful but doing nothing, I’m sure, to allay any suspicion on his part about what had just occurred.

“I think its time we were leaving,” I said to my wife with a wry smile and quickly paid our bill.

This is when “The Surprise” occurred.  As we stood up to leave, I noticed a confused and embarrassed look on her face.

“Um, I need to use the restroom,” she stuttered and headed directly for the sign indicating the ladies’ room.  She moved with a walk that for all the world looked as if she was trying not to wet her pants.  When she finally returned the confused look remained.

“Let’s get to the car,” she told me without explanation but held her long jacket in front of her rather than wearing it.

“What’s going on?” I asked when we were finally in the car.

“I’m not sure!” she replied.  “As soon as I stood up it felt as if I was wetting my pants. It didn’t feel like I was peeing, but I kept feeling liquid run down my leg, and I couldn’t stop it no matter how hard I tried. I left a puddle on the floor of the restaurant by our table and I was dripping all the way to the restroom.  When I sat down, I just gushed and the crotch of my pants and leg are totally soaked.  It wasn’t pee, it was totally clear and didn’t smell like urine at all.”

To this point in our marriage, we had never had any experience with squirting.  We had talked about it once or twice, but it was something we figured wasn’t going to happen.  We still don’t really know if she had squirted or not, but she estimated she had leaked at least a half cup of liquid, if not more.  She had not climaxed, but she had been to the very edge on multiple occasions as well as being highly aroused for hours.  Our best guess is that she simply had been producing fluid all night long, and during dinner, it had pooled inside her until she stood up and gravity took over.  Whatever it was, it was a first, and I wasn’t going to let her extreme state of arousal go to waste.

I didn’t get a ticket for speeding on the way back to the resort, but I deserved one. Upon arriving, we lost no time in making our way up to our room and, once inside, practically attacked one another, sending clothes flying.  I carried her to the couch, sat her down, and immediately began kissing my way down her naked body.

Placing my arms underneath her legs, I lifted them up and kneeled between them, plunging my face directly into her sweet pussy.  I couldn’t get enough of her smooth folds and juices, and I moaned as I lapped at her with long flat strokes then switched to circling her clit with a firm, pointed tongue.  Soon she was moaning and writhing in pleasure, and I felt her hands grabbing at the sides of my head.

“I want to suck your dick,” she panted between moans.  “Let me suck it; please, let me suck it!”

Not one to argue with my wife, I stood up as she quickly repositioned her back against the armrest, leaving her legs stretched out on the couch but spread open wide.  Her panties with the bullet vibe still in them were lying on the floor and I grabbed them as I stood. I placed the vibrator in her hand while I moved into a position where she could reach my throbbing member.  She reached up with one hand to plunged me into her mouth and began sucking, stroking and bobbing with abandon.  With her other hand, she placed the vibe on her clit and began moving it in circles.

The view for me was amazing as I watched my cock disappear into her mouth while she pleasured herself, something that she usually hesitated to do.  The sight of her pussy pulsating to the vibrations as she continued to rub was so erotic that I hardly paid attention to the incredible blowjob she was giving me.  Soon her body began to tense, her legs pressed together and she began to moan in a crescendo-ing pitch sending vibrations through my dick.

She shook and moaned and clenched, then yelled, “IN ME!  I need you in me!”

I love pleasuring my wife more than anything, so I quickly repositioned myself between her legs and plunged between her soaked pussy lips with one violent thrust.  I then began pounding in and out as she exclaimed, “YES, oh YES, YES, YES!  Deeper, Deeper.  I want you to cum inside me.”

Soon she was moaning again as her climax continued to break over her in waves.  I groaned in unison and then began to shoot rope after rope of hot, sticky cum deep into her pussy.  Days of pent up passion and a constant state of arousal produced an amazing amount of cum which her pussy could not contain. I quickly felt it leaking out and running down both of our legs.  Fortunately, I had the foresight to place a towel beneath her to avoid an embarrassing stain.

The rest of the stay was spent having fun as a couple.  It was filled with romantic walks, great meals and lots of passionate lovemaking.  It was a great lead-in to the Christmas season, and we give thanks to Christ for blessing our union with the incredible gift of married sex.