The Gift

My wife, Kay, and I have been married for over ten years. Our sex life has its ups and downs as I imagine most married couples with kids do. My birthday was impending, and I had made sure to make her birthday the previous month extra special, as I gave her an incredibly generous birthday gift that included fine wine, Italian food, full body massage, and a passionate lovemaking session any woman would envy. But that’s a different story.

I should note that my wife, although an absolute knockout in my eyes, has a history of being self-conscious about her body.  She is fit and beautiful, and I am continually building her up with compliments encouraging her to try new things in the bedroom.

My birthday finally arrived, and Kay had been dropping some very subtle hints she was going to reciprocate the ultimate birthday sex experience I had prepared for her last month. I had noticed her browsing lingerie on our joint Amazon Prime account, and she even placed an order knowing full well, I would get the order and shipping pop-up notification on my phone. Kay had ordered a black, lace, cupless teddy, complete with crotchless panties and thigh high stockings. My man-machine stood at full attention after getting the notification.  I could barely contain my excitement, but I played it cool. The anticipation built.

Fortunately, my birthday landed on a Friday. After a solid 8-hour workday accomplishing absolutely nothing and daydreaming of Kay in lingerie, I scampered home like a kid coming down the stairs on Christmas morning.

The subtle hints had continued throughout the day with some steamy texts, including a promise of the best gift ever. Once I walked in the door, I saw Kay was wearing the black silk bathrobe I had given her for Valentine’s Day.  Kay told me she had sent the kids to her parents for the night with a sexy wink, which was a pleasant surprise. Now we could make all the noise we wanted. On my way to the bathroom to freshen up, I caught a glimpse of the lace peeking from under her robe.

I rushed through a shower and cleaned up with a raging hard-on. Guys, you know the struggle. As I exited the shower, I heard a text message notification. I wrapped a towel around my waist, then opened a picture from Kay that she had clearly just taken from our living room, showing her luscious tits hanging out over the black lace teddy. I could literally feel my heart beating in my cock. I took one more look at myself in the mirror, admiring my flagpole, and headed to my birthday party.

 To my surprise, I found Kay splayed out on our couch in the new lingerie set I had been fantasizing about. It did not disappoint. Kay was in rare form, and her luscious tits and pussy were on full display for me. Her pussy was exceptionally shiny with a fresh, PERFECT, landing strip of pubic hair and was a thing of beauty. HOLY CRAP ON A CRACKER! This was a first for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off that pussy, and she let me drink it in and even caressed her pussy lips as I stared. It was like a tractor beam sucking me in.

Now typically, I’d want some special attention on my birthday like a striptease or role play, but Kay’s pussy was calling to me. In all my years of marriage to her, I never imagined Kay’s vagina could look any more appealing. She asked if I liked it, and with my jaw on the floor, I told her it was amazing!

Blushingly, Kay explained she had gotten a wax for my special birthday gift and opted for the landing strip. I nearly came all over myself when she told me she had gone out of her way to do this for me.

At this point, I dove into her like a kid eating a cupcake on his birthday. Kay fell to her back, and I began kissing and lapping up her already wet pussy like a dehydrated dog and was intoxicated by the clearly lingering scent and taste of the fruity supplements and lotions used on her nether regions.  Still in my towel, I could feel my cock bouncing around as I pushed Kay’s stocking-clad knees over her head and began licking, from her fresh asshole to her treasure chest. Except for the calculated, rectangular, masterpiece, not a single hair could be seen or felt on her pussy, and my tongue cruised across and into it like warm silk. Her wetness soaked my beard until she eventually pushed me away.

The next thing I knew, I was seated on the couch, watching her slobber all over my pulsing cock. I had just enough room to finger her from behind (Kay is fairly small in stature) while she continued sucking up and down my shaft, only stopping to breathe and jack me off furiously.  She asked me what I needed between breaths and ball licks, her nipples caressing my sack.

I usually just gave the lame, “I need you, baby” reply, but I was so overcome with passion and infatuation of this prized pussy that I told her I wanted to finish in her mouth while eating her out.

Kay didn’t waste any time, and within seconds we were both on the ground feasting on each other with Kay on top. I caressed Kay’s ass and smothered my face into her gaping pussy hole, spreading her lips as I poked and prodded with my tongue.  I neared the point of no return and felt the tingle in my cock. 

As I continually moaned and licked her clit, Kay sensed I was close and took as much of me in her mouth as she could. I had a fantastic orgasm, erupting rope after rope of warm white seed into her mouth. The build-up of this day clearly had my balls working overtime; my load was massive, and cum overflowed from the corners of her mouth as my eyes rolled back in my head. The relief I felt was like a weight lifted off my shoulders.

I paused my feast in time to watch Kay swallow as much as she could. Then with a smile, she spilled the rest of my cum from her mouth onto my abdomen. The cum remaining on her fingers she promptly licked and sucked clean—a sight to behold.

Still turned on, I flipped Kay to her back and picked up where I had left off on her bountiful pussy. The cum on my abdomen dripped down my thighs as I sucked and licked and fingered my way to giving Kay multiple orgasms in which she squirmed and moaned with joy louder than our house had ever known. I had forgotten it was my birthday and only wanted to please my wife.  After her third orgasm, we cuddled, and Kay licked her own juices from my beard hair. I could hardly wait for my next birthday.

Vagina waxes should be on every couple’s sexual bucket list.

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6 replies
  1. Sultryheat says:

    Hey Regularhubby! I also “gifted” my husband Brian with a Brazilian wax several years ago. His reaction was pure bliss, as was yours. I have continued through the years to have them done regularly. What started out as a treat for him, grew into a wonderful experience and preference for us both. I love my pussy smooth all the time…personal preference. Brian can’t leave it alone…especially when we’re laying out by the pool and I’m in a bikini. It’s like a wrapped present that he can’t resist opening. His fingers are always playing and searching the outsides, edges and finally insides of my bikini bottoms. Thank goodness our pool setting is very private! Great story!! Totally made my smooth pussy very wet this morning!

  2. MarriedtoaHotBabe says:

    Really hot story and your wife sounds like a lot of fun. My wife has been waxed bare a few times but she's too busy to get it done so she just stays bare with a razor. I do like the waxed look and feel but bare is so sexy to me so I consider myself a lucky man.

  3. bensmom18 says:

    This made me think of things we could do tonight. We've been in the car a long time driving home from vacation, and let me tell you, it'll be GREAT to be home. We took the trip with the kids, so now we need some us time to recover.

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