Chapter 34
Lincoln's POV
There's a pinging noise. It's somewhere in the distance mingled with the sound of songbirds ushering the morning.
Groaning, I swivel my head to face the left towards my room door, sleep still caping my consciousness.
Sounds like I got a text, but I don't know where my phone is. It's not on the nightstand.
Ugh.
Did I leave it in the living room or something?
Sounds like it's coming from somewhere in the hallway. The sound is so annoying that I know I'm going to have to get up to put a stop to it.
Yawning, I commit to pushing my upper body off the bed, eyes still closed and heavy with slumber.
Swinging my left leg over the edge of the bed, the rest of my body follows. Stepping out into the hallway, I see a piece of paper that's cut out into a triangle, or in the shape of an arrow. There's something on it.
My eye squint as I tried to read what it says.
Go to my guest room
I smile.
Still only clad in my boxers, I commit to the hunt.
I don't know where my phone is though. Still, there's a ping.
Where's it coming from?
I have to pee so bad.
Making the short pit stop to relieve myself first, I then follow the instructions and head to the guest room.
Gabby's room.
Her bed is made, and she's nowhere to be found. There's another ping. It sounds like it's coming from somewhere else.
Where the hell?
On her bed, I notice a blue, square-shaped piece of paper.
Picking it up puts an instant smile on my face.
Another message.
Good morning, handsome. You're getting closer. So close.
I'm so confused right now.
Squinting, there's smaller font with a message that reads:
Look underneath the bed
So, I kneel down where I find another note.
Go to the linen closet. In the living room
My head is swimming.
When I head toward the living room, something on the floor catches my eye, another piece of paper.
Bending down, I pick it up and read.
Hold on. Turn me over.
I flip it.
This will all be worth it. But have I told you how handsome you are today?
Heat creeps up my neck. I actually blush, which makes me laugh at myself. She always knows how to get to me.
Shaking my head, suddenly in a ridiculously good mood, I scan the room. She has to be close. The house isn’t enormous, plenty of corners, but not enough to stage some elaborate disappearing act. She can only be in so many places.
My gaze drops, following the floor… and sure enough, little torn shreds of paper create a path across the carpet, like a trail of breadcrumbs leading straight toward the linen closet in the living room.
My soul almost leaves my body when something white drifts into my vision hanging from a thread.
Leaning to the left ready to fight whatever it is, a chuckle escapes me when I realize it's a piece of white paper on a string.
How the hell did…
I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified that she timed it to descend from the ceiling from wherever the hell it was hanging so it could be in my line of sight.
Dangling like an ornament from the piece of thread, the paper flaps gently in the ambient air resistance of the house. Grasping it between my index and thumb I note the message.
Pull down your boxers. Let your meat hang
Laughter practically vomits out of my mouth before I can stop it. I can’t wipe the grin off my face now; my brows pull together as I try to figure out what the hell she’s doing.
Peering down at the floor at the trail of shredded paper leading straight to the linen closet.
I take four steps and end up directly in front of the door. Another piece of paper is taped dead center.
Wonder what this message says.
You'll need a key to open this. Pull me off for further instructions.
I feel like an idiot standing here giggling with my dick out. Should I just take my boxers off completely? Her note said to let my meat hang, but it didn’t explicitly say take them off all the way.
Whatever. Following the instructions, I peel the paper off, only to realize the doorknob is missing entirely.
Two arrows are drawn, both pointing toward the empty hole where the knob used to be. Under them is tiny lettering that says:
Stick your key inside. Should be easy now that your boxers are off
I burst out laughing, finding this so hilarious. She must be in the linen closet. I want to look in there so badly, but I play the game. Guess I should take my boxers fully off then.
Sliding completely out of them, I place my dick through the hole.
My boy is still a little bit flaccid, but admittedly, a little blood has fluffed him up due to the excitement of wanting to see Gabby.
So, I just stand waiting to see what will happen.
Then I feel something lick the tip of my dick, and then take it. It's warm and wet and… wow… really nice.
I brace myself up against the linen door, held shut from my weight pressing into it.
"Oh my god," I groan.
The sucking is so good. My dick is instantly super hard. I laugh through all of this because… what an interesting gift.
What an interesting way to wake up this morning, my wife surprising me with a glory hole. This was crazy.
She sucks very gently, her tongue dancing around my frenulum, licking all away from the base. I try to stuff my dick in further, right up to the hilt till my pelvis and pubic bone is basically pressed into the hole. My dick is hard and it actually fills almost the entire hole.
I let out a rough grunt with every pull she takes. She does very long, tantalizing strokes from the tip to the base and then I'm worried. About 30 seconds of this and my balls start bunching up.
My body starts to quiver.
"Gabby," I say, shuddering. "Gabby, if you don't want me to come, oh my god."
She sucks faster and harder and then she creates more of a seal, pressure around her lips, sucking slower, allowing both of her lips to pull and drag firmly across my dick.
"Gabby," I whisper. "Gabby, I'm gonna come," I say, feeling defeat, feeling my entire body get tight. Would she let me? It's my birthday after all, but what if this is part of the punishment or the test? I want her so bad.
What I really want is to be inside of her. "Are you gonna allow me to come?" I ask. "Gabby," I keep asking.
Now it's been a minute and I'm trying to hold off my entire body trembling in anticipation, my cock throbbing wildly in her mouth. Her tongue swirling and drawing S's under my shaft. My mouth opens, my eyes close tight.
I form fists against the door. My forehead presses into it. I try to steel myself and the more I fight, the more she fights to pull my cum out of me, licking me, using her tongue to do little soft presses and licks right under my frenulum before deep throating me faster and faster.
The sounds of her behind the door giving me the sloppy blowjob, the feeling of her mouth on me, me wanting her so bad and missing her so much, wanting to hold her.
It's too much, my orgasm starts teetering closer and then roars forward as if seeing the exit and thinking it's another joke but still with hope intact, charging towards it, thinking that there's no way it's going to be fooled again and if it's the last thing it does it's going to bust out of there.
"Gabby, Gabby, oh fuck," I say, holding my breath, trying to stop it but it's impossible.
"No, oh my god, no, please… o-oh no," I whimper and then I scream, bellowing as my head snaps back and come so deep down her throat.
My cock pulses with a force that borders on pain. My balls are so tight that I feel as though there's a cord inside of them ready to snap.
My booming yell of pleasure is sustained until all the air is spent out of my lungs from producing it.
Then when there is no more air for my scream, my breath holds, trying to pull every last ounce of that outcry while my dick squeezes the last of the held back dam of my cum.
I feel lightheaded, having held my breath for 30 seconds as Gabby sucks slower with more pressure to make sure she gets every last drop. Finally, and mercifully, my lungs expand to pull in much needed oxygen. Heaving, eyes wide, dick still pulsing in Gabby’s mouth, there is peace.
The relief is so overwhelming my body relaxes as my cum continues to pour down my wife's throat.
This orgasm is long.
All the while, her mouth oscillates on my penis, tongue still licking the tip and frenulum, driving me crazy with oversensitivity but me wanting more of it, not wanting to stop. Then the reality of my plight looms before me.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, oh no, god, I'm sorry," I whimper, almost wanting to cry, thinking I’m never going to see her again because she told me…
Oh no.
I failed.
But God, that felt so fucking good. A big part of me thinks that if I never saw her again, this was the best orgasm I ever had in my entire life.
Would it have been worth it?
Yes, in the moment it feels that way but if I never see Gabby again then what's the point?
Sadness overtakes me and she pushes the door very gently causing me to ease up. My dick loses its erection, blood receding back to its origins and I stand back, head feeling light, swaying slightly. Gabby steps out, looking like a vision.
She then stares at me, wiping her mouth with her fingers and the back of her hand, licking her lips.
I'm afraid to look at her but I do anyway, knowing that she's going to tell me now that she's going to move out, probably move in with the guy from work or some shit like that but she doesn't do any of that. Instead, she smiles at me.
I feel confused.
Then she says…
…
"Happy birthday."
The stress of everything, the surprise of it, how sweet she was with this whole setup… it's too much for me.
My eyes burn as tears come rushing. My head drops and I sniffle as my tears flow down my face. Knowing I don't deserve her mercy, knowing I don't deserve this, she gently puts her arms around my shoulders and brings me in for a hug.
"Happy birthday, Link," she says again and this time I'm quietly sobbing, holding her tight. No one has ever done something this nice for me before, especially now because I know that this is one of the best gifts she could ever give me.
"Are you going to leave?" I ask.
"No, I'm not leaving," she says.
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