It was a few days before my 40th birthday and my gorgeous wife Leigha told me she wanted to do something really special for me this year.
“I want you to write down three naughty things you’ve always wanted me to do…” she said. “…and I will make two of them come true’.
I must admit I was a bit taken aback by this as I have always been more, ahem… ‘adventurous’ in bed than Leigha and, not wanting to get my hopes up and be disappointed I asked her rather sceptically ‘are you sure?’
She smiled at me and slid down the bed, wrapped her lips around my cock then sucked and stroked me hard until I erupted all over my stomach.
I tentatively asked her again the next day, but she was adamant. Even so, when I finally gave her the piece of paper a couple of days later (folded up so she couldn’t see what I’d written) I checked a third time. She didn’t seem quite so adamant now, possibly realising that there was more than one thing I might come up with that she might find a little distasteful.
But she was unwilling to back down and now it was too late to set any boundaries, I’d already chosen what I’d chosen and if I had to change it now it would feel really shitty. But we both knew that there was going to be at least one thing on that list that she didn’t want to do, because I’d tried before. Many times.
When I first handed over my list she asked me what had taken me so long?
Well, see there were many things that I ‘could’ have put on that list, but I knew this was my one chance to make at least one of my fantasies come true, so I thought it over long and hard and eventually came to the conclusion that, okay if I put that one thing down that I knew she wouldn’t want to do, then clearly she ‘had’ to do the other two. Right?
Even so, my heart was beating hard as I left the piece of paper with her and went about my day.
Leigha didn’t say a word, but I definitely detected a shift in her demeanour during the course of the day and I wondered if she was regretting getting herself into this position? Which of course made me feel kind of bad, because now that I’d had time to think about it maybe it was a bit pig-headed of me to choose what I did. Then again, she suggested it and it was supposed to be my birthday treat! Gah!
