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“What are you doing in there?”

Walking out to stand beside the bed, I hold up the black tank dress with the long slit that extends up the thigh. “I want you to wear this Saturday.”

She appears stunned. I’m sure she’s wondering why I’m now picking out her clothes. I panic momentarily, thinking about the recent troubles we had over her wanting another child. That I was overbearing and wouldn’t entertain what she wanted. I hope this doesn’t appear that I’ve suddenly become a manipulative control freak. “Please? You look hot in it.”

Her cheeks pink as she looks up at me. “What are you up to, Dr. Barnes?”

CHAPTERTWENTY

Nick

Harsh sunlight dances against my closed lids arousing me from my sleep. Normally, I try to roll over for a few more winks on my rare weekends off, but this Saturday is different. I have a lot planned for today.

Turning over, I find my wife is on her side, facing away from me. It’s rude to risk waking her, but it’s my birthday, and I want her as close to me as possible today. Since I know that this afternoon I’m going to be on my own, I’ll steal whatever time I can get now.

Morning wood is a fact of life for most men. Morning wood with Kat in my bed is unavoidable. My wife is my biggest aphrodisiac. Everything about her gets my engine going. Her radiant smile, her laugh, and don’t get me started on her body.

Placing tender kisses along her right shoulder and upper back, I don’t realize I’m rocking my pelvis into her ass to get a little friction against my swollen dick until she giggles and wiggles her backside against me.

“Good morning, Mrs. Barnes.”

“Hmm. Good morning, birthday boy.” Kat rolls toward me so that she’s flat on her back, giving me easy access to her warm body. I’m surprised when she reaches for me and begins to stroke my greedy cock. “If I recall, you requested your present be delivered early today.”

Looking over at her bright smile, I recall telling her I wanted a morning blow job for my birthday, and damn if she didn’t remember. As she rolls toward me and starts to slide down the bed, I grab her arm to gain her attention.

“Lie beside me, kitten. I want to touch you while you suck me off.”

She immediately repositions herself so she can take me into her mouth, and I can play with her body. It probably wouldn’t be difficult to pull her onto my face, but we’ll save that for some other morning as I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on bringing her pleasure when my eyes keep rolling back in my head with each glide of her tongue down my shaft.

“Oh, that feels good,” I moan.

She begins to hasten her pace, occasionally stopping to lick my balls before returning to take my cock down her throat. I reach back out for her and find she’s soaked. I try to place two fingers inside her, but I’m not very successful between the angle we’re lying and the way my brain short circuits every time I hit the back of her throat. I finally give up and pull her leg over me so that I can tease her clit with my tongue. I nearly lose it as she moans against my shaft.

“You like that?”

She groans around my dick, and my balls draw up. I’m so close.

“Kat?”

“Hmmm.”

“Oh, god. Roll onto your back.”

She lets go of my dick with a pop and lies down. Climbing over her, I straddle her chest and begin fucking her tits. The visual brings me back to the morning she walked in on me in my shower. My eyes connect with hers, and the sizzle at the base of my spine starts to send signals that it’s time. “I’m close, Kat. Where do you want me?”

She digs her nails into my ass, pulling me toward her, gliding her pretty lips over my cock, and taking me as far into her throat as she can tolerate. I hold onto the headboard as she cups my balls with one hand and directs my dick in and out of her mouth with the other. “Oh, that’s it. I’m… I’m…”

Pulse after pulse, she swallows for me, and all I can see are spots. Euphoric white spots. It takes me a while to come down from the constant thrumming of my heartbeat. Looking down at her, I give her a contented smile. “Your turn.”

“What? It’s not my birthday.” She giggles.

It’s late afternoon, and I’m quite impressed with myself. I’ve strung the rope between the trees as I’d mapped out in my study and have the shower curtain rings positioned so I can add the sheets at the last minute. I don’t want to attract any nosey neighbors by constructing this too early.

I’ve set up a blue tooth speaker in the tent and the den to allow music to be played and have a few notes to attach directing her on what to do. It’ll feel like an x-rated scavenger hunt, but I want as much of this to resemble what happened that night as possible. I need her to understand how incredible it was. How incredible she is.

I attempt to load as many songs from that evening as I can remember. The one that replays in the recesses of my mind is Where Have You Been, by Rihanna. Whenever I hear it, I’m teleported back to that night. This can be a bit uncomfortable if Kat’s around as she doesn’t enjoy my referencing that evening as it’s always been a source of embarrassment for her. I want so much to share this with her. It’s such a pivotal part of our history. I’m praying I’m doing the right thing tonight.

I glance at my watch as I make my way back to the house. It’s 6:40. Almost show time. I need to shower and keep scarce. Man, I hope this goes without a hitch.

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