Heating Up The Fondue Place

For my birthday a few years ago my wife, Joy, arranged for us to have an evening out together for a nice dinner. Her sister was going to stay at our house to watch our son so we could have a few hours to ourselves.

Joy made a reservation at The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant, which has excellent romantic tables for two. They are hidden away in the back where you can’t see anyone else due to the way the nooks are arranged down a hallway off of the main dining room. She looked stunning in a dress that hugged her hips and was cut low on her large breasts, giving me a view of her amazing cleavage. She selected a beautiful pair of khakis and a button down shirt she liked for me to wear.

We had a delicious meal of multiple courses with an excellent waiter, who largely left us alone once we had each course. We were in the last booth at the end of the hall, meaning nobody could see us at all. As the meal progressed, Joy reached over and placed her left hand on my thigh and began slowly rubbing higher and higher, which, of course, caused me to start to stir in my boxers. I gave her an inquisitive glance, and she just smiled coyly and continued as she ate. Soon she had moved high enough to rest upon my fully hardened member, and she gave me a squeeze.

“Tease,” I said.

She just winked and said, “Well, it is your birthday.” With that, she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, never breaking eye contact with me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, half-laughing.

“Just a little birthday surprise,” she replied.

She reached her hand through the fly, past the fly of my boxers, and I felt her cool fingers wrap around my hot shaft. She squeezed and rubbed and gave a few gentle strokes. I moaned quietly. Then she freed me through the opening, so my entire penis was exposed to the air but was hidden from anyone else’s view. She began to stroke me slowly up and down as we continued to (try to) eat.

This activity continued for a few minutes, the tension rising. We heard steps and our waiter came around the corner. We acted normal, her hand was not moving but still wrapped around my cock. He acted normal, seeing nothing below our chests. He asked if everything was good or if we needed anything. We said it was great, and we were fine for now. We placed our dessert order, and he said he’d put that in and bring it in about ten minutes. Joy said that sounded perfect.

After he rounded the corner, she resumed her stroking, just smiling at me mischievously. The excitement level continued to rise, and I knew I was getting close.

I said, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum all over.”

She smiled and said, “Well, we can’t have that.”

I thought that would be the end of it until we got home, but instead she shifted a little in the booth, turned, and dove head first onto my lap. Her moist lips slid around the tip of my head and down slowly a couple of inches, her warm tongue curled against my frenulum.

I moaned and whispered, “What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer. Her hand stroked and her tongue swirled. My mind spun. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The excitement was too much. I squeezed her hand and whispered, “I’m gonna…” She just hummed, stroked a little faster, sucked and licked a little harder, and that’s all I could take.

I exploded, pumping huge squirts of cum into her mouth, trying my best not to moan or scream, but I couldn’t help but make some noise. She held her lips tight around me, sucking and licking, squeezing her hand in an upward motion to milk me as I filled her. I swear I almost blacked out.

After a few moments, I was done and had stopped twitching. She slid her lips carefully up my shaft, sat up, smiled at me and opened her mouth to show me a full load of white fluid covering her tongue. She closed her lips, swallowed, made a funny face, smiled, opened back up to show me her mouth was empty, and then took a sip of wine and winked.

I said, “Joy, I love you.”

She replied, “I know. Happy birthday, baby. Surprise.”

I just said, “Best. Present. Ever.”

She giggled, and I placed my slowly relaxing penis back into its place and zipped up. Not a minute later our waiter was back with dessert. He asked how we were doing. I said we were never better. Joy just winked at me. I couldn’t wait to get her home to return the favor.