It's been a hard year this year for me and my husband. My hours got cut at work, and his new job requires him to be away most of the time. But this year, he is home for Christmas, and I couldn't be happier. This year, we are making our own Christmas gifts for each other, and I have the perfect idea in mind. He doesn't come home until tomorrow, which is the 12th of December. So it gives me enough time to finish his gift. I stayed up most of the night to finish his gift. I am happy with what I have made, and I am sure he will love it. 

The next day, my husband was due home around 10 am. I got dressed up in my sexiest lingerie, a red see-through lacy babydoll with matching stockings that had a white bow at the top. My breasts were on show, and I decided not to wear panties as I was wet with eagerness for him to come home. It had been a couple of weeks since I last saw him, and I was beyond horny and ready for him. 

He walked through the door and looked at me wide-eyed. I saw his eyes go from that gorgeous ocean blue hue to dark sapphire. He stared at me. What felt like hours was mere seconds. He dropped his luggage and closed the space between us, picking me up with his big, muscular arms. His lips claimed mine, reminding me who I belonged to. I matched the passion he kissed me with, taking the air out of both of our lungs. We battled for dominance, our tongues dancing together passionately. He wasn't giving up, and neither was I. My hunger for him was too great. I needed him as much as he needed me.

Reluctantly, I broke our steamy kiss to give him his gift. I handed him an envelope, and he cocked his eyebrow while looking at me, confused. I gave him a soft smile, and he opened the envelope, pulling out the contents. 12 sheets of paper. He browsed through, then let out an almighty laugh.

“Babe… What…” he said before bursting out laughing again. “What are these?”

“Well… We said we aren't buying presents this year, so these are your Christmas presents. I think it's a wonderful present, Mr Cheeky.”

“Let's see… I shall read them out then, shall I?” He said, giggling.

“Dear Husband, here are your 12 days of Christmas gifts. From me to you. On the first day of Christmas, my wife will give to me… A blowjob under an oak tree. On the second day of Christmas, my wife will give to me… Two lap dances and a blowjob under an oak tree,” he said, but he looked at me with his eyebrow cocked again. Just the way I loved him looking at me.

“Well… my darling missus, when can I cash in on the first day?” he said, winking at me.

“Now…” I said, grabbing his hand, running to the back door. I opened the back door, still holding his hand, running towards the oak tree at the bottom of our garden. I pushed him down onto the grass and straddled him. I kissed him with extreme hunger, although it was only a few minutes since our lips had last touched. It felt like days. I slowly took his clothes off until he was completely naked. I was lucky to have the best view when he was naked. I stood up and admired the man in front of me, my husband. He wasn't muscly, but he had a toned and slender physique. 

Perfection. That's what he was, pure perfection. I kiss my way down his body, not missing a single inch of his body that's mine, all mine. My fingers follow, tracing down lightly as if touching a long, lost map. I wanted to savour every second. The way he smelt, the taste of his skin. Eventually, my lips found their way to the tip of his cock. Circling, teasing, tasting his already leaking cock. Sucking his tip into my mouth, I flattened my tongue over his eye. Rubbing my tongue over the top, lapping up all of his slightly salty, deliciously tasty pre-cum. 

I slowly took his cock into my mouth, flicking my tongue against his cock as I went down. I kept going until I reached the base of his cock. I was gagging on him. My eyes were watering, which started to mix with my mascara. He moaned, pushing my head further down, his tip was touching the back of my throat. He wrapped my hair around one of his wrists, holding my head down with the other. I tapped on his leg to let me up to breathe. He pulled me up by my hair and let me breathe for a couple of seconds before forcing my head back down on his rock-hard cock. 

He used his grip on my hair as a tempo. My head bopped up and down fast. My saliva was dripping from his cock onto his balls. My mascara was running down my face, mixing with the saliva dripping everywhere. I flatten my tongue, giving him more room in my mouth for his hard cock. His grunts got louder, his cock pulsating. I knew he was close to cumming. I bopped my head up and down harder, wanting a greedy taste of that salty cum running down my throat. He thrust a few more times into my mouth. Then he spurted thick, white, tasty cum down my throat. He growled as he did. He let go of my hair, and I took over, sucking and bopping my head on his cock. Sucking on him until he spurted out the last drops of cum. I licked my lips as I lifted my head up to meet his eye line. He was panting. 

“I can’t wait for day two,” he panted.