As soon as the waitress disappeared from view, my wife took my c**k out of her mouth and crawled from underneath the table, leaving me erect as a flagpole and desperate to c*m. Ignoring what she had just done, she announced, "I am famished" and dipped a tortilla chip into some nacho cheese.
I stared at her bewildered. "Are you really quitting now?"
She smiled, repeating a mantra I would learn would be an underlying theme of the 12 days, "All good things come to those who wait."
I went to pull up my pants, but she grabbed my hand. "No, no, no, I want it open and ready, baby."
I looked at her perplexed, "What has gotten into you?"
"Not you," she joked, "plus this is just the beginning, baby."
The next forty-five minutes were excruciating, as we chatted about life, Christmas plans and a
