Daddy's Day Surprise

It was Father’s Day, and I was ready to do a big-time guy thing. Nothing more, nothing less. My wife, Tina, and our two-year-old son, little FDG (Father’s Day Gift), had promised to take me out for dinner later, which was perfectly fine with me. We’d enjoy the day, stay home, and I’d indulge in whatever desires I had. Like sleeping late, which I was currently doing.

Or, I was until the bedroom door burst open, revealing our son, followed by the dog, and then Tina, bearing a mountain of breakfast. “Happy Father’s Day,” they yelled, presenting me with a feast fit for a king – and a very hungry husband. We all settled down to share the bounty, Tina, ever the thoughtful one, having prepared enough food for the entire family, plus the dog.

“So, what else you want to do today?” Tina asked, expertly washing the dishes after our family breakfast in bed. I wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling my face into her beautiful brunette hair and pressing a kiss to her neck. “I have you, him, and even the furry friend. What more could I want?”

Tina leaned back into me, one hand slowly sweeping up my leg, while the other pushed my hand down past her stomach to her center. “Oh, you never know what might happen,” she murmured, a playful glint in her eyes.

It was early afternoon on Father’s Day, and it felt like a prime time for a nap. After all, it was Father’s Day. So, I slipped upstairs with my favorite book and turned on the baseball game. I figured I’d be drifting off in no time.

Until the door opened again, and this time, only Tina walked in. She was stark naked, radiating heat and confidence.

“So,” she said, grinning seductively, as she moved towards the bed, her breasts gently swaying, nipples erect, and the afternoon sun catching the neatly trimmed love triangle of her body. “He’s taking his afternoon nap, and the house is quiet. Do you want to watch a ballgame or maybe play some games with me?”

I shut off the game and put the book away. “I’m all for participation sports,” I replied, as Tina approached the bed, standing beside it. As she leaned down to rub the growing bulge in my shorts, I peppered her private entrance and inner thighs with quick, passionate kisses. A rapid swipe of my tongue on her opening produced a gasp from her, followed by a taste of her delicious love juices for me.

Tina quickly rolled onto the bed and helped me undress, first by gently pulling my T-shirt away, while kissing my nipples in the process. Then, she knelt between my legs, lifting me slightly before slowly and tantalizingly pulling down my gym shorts and tossing them aside. With a wicked grin on her face, she used her left hand to rub the hard middle of my briefs, and as I rolled her nipples in my fingers, Tina put her forefinger deep into her entrance, letting it linger for a moment before withdrawing it. She then pressed her wet finger to my lips, allowing me to greedily suck on her sweetness.

I lifted myself up again, and Tina, using both hands, slowly removed my final article of clothing. Tina looked at my full erection, took it into her hand, and burst out laughing. “Happy Father’s Day to me!” she giggled, leaning down and thrusting it fully into her mouth. I started to moan and run my fingers through her beautiful hair as I heard the familiar popping sound as she moved her head up and down my shaft.

Just before reaching the edge, I pulled Tina up to me, and we laid side-by-side, our legs and arms wrapped tightly around each other. We kissed deeply and passionately, our tongues exploring each other with unrestrained desire.

When we came up for air, I looked at this beautiful woman. “A good day has just turned into a great day,” I said, kissing her nose. Tina smiled, kissing me on the nose in return.

“Well, I wanted to do this for you,” she whispered. “But I thought making love now was a good omen because of what happened two years ago on Father’s Day. You remember, don’t you?”

I could never forget that Father’s Day, my last one before becoming a dad. Tina and I had been desperately trying to conceive a child, and on that day, we spent the afternoon making love. We believed that was the day our son, FDG, was conceived, who was born nine months later.

Tina continued, “You know we’ve been trying to conceive another child, but without any luck. I thought we’d go back to a proven formula…the afternoon of Father’s Day.” She leaned in and kissed me again. “There is nothing I want more in this world than to have another one of your children. There is no other man in this world than you that I want to be the father of my children.”

Tears welled up in our eyes. I rolled her over on her back and kissed her for what felt like hours. Then, I looked down at her and whispered, “And there is no other woman than you that I want for the mother of my children.”

Our lovemaking has always been passionate, but on this afternoon, it was even more intense, fueled by the hope of creating a new life. We stroked, kissed, probed, massaged, and teased each other, making sure her juices were overflowing and my erection was hard and strong.

When we reached the point where we could no longer hold back, Tina whispered to me, “Remember two years ago, how you made love to me that day?” she said, her eyes locking onto mine. “Please do that again.”

I did. I kissed her one last time before gently rolling her over on her back and positioning myself between her legs. I supported myself by my hands and arms as I moved forward, placing her legs on top of my shoulders for deeper penetration. Tina used her right hand to guide me, and her grip tightened as her orgasm began. As she cried out, I couldn’t resist, pulling my head up to meet her at the edge, and we plunged into each other, our bodies locked in a moment of pure ecstasy.

After such a long period of foreplay, we both knew it wouldn’t take long for our son to awaken from his nap, but we clung to each other, savoring the moment. As she writhed and moaned, I kept thrusting, feeling her body respond with increasing intensity.

Tina put her hands on my back, encouraging me to keep going. “I love you so much,” she whispered, looking up at me with adoration. “Please make me a mother again.”

My rhythmic thrusting quickened, and Tina arched her back and tilted her head up, her hands sliding down to my arms, her grip tightening as her orgasm intensified. As she shrieked with pleasure, I couldn’t hold out any longer, pulling my head up to meet her at the same point, and we plunged into each other once more. “I love you, Tina; I love you so very much,” I whispered as I kept thrusting until the end.

We clung to each other until I slipped out of her, our bodies exhausted but deeply satisfied. We lay there together for as long as we could, savoring the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

Before she left our bed, Tina reached out and kissed me one last time. “Thank you,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “Happy Father’s Day and God willing, the best Father’s Day gift may still be to come.”

And as always, Tina was right. Nine months later, she delivered to us a beautiful baby girl. We named her FDG II – Father’s Day Gift II.

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