How to Properly Baste a Turkey

This last year my wife did something extraordinarily different and way better than any other Thanksgiving holiday. Something that I hope that she continues to do for all the Thanksgivings to come.

Betty my wife, and her parents, step-siblings, my mom and dad and a couple of nieces and nephews had come to Thanksgiving dinner this last year. It was quite the houseful and I was nearing my boiling point with patience with screaming kids, dogs going in and out and my dad and Betty's father arguing over what football game to watch. It sounds like your typical Thanksgiving right? Wrong.

Betty sensed my impatience with everything and shooed me out of the kitchen. She asked me to get the full-length table cloth that went down to the bottom of the table. I didn't think that we needed this particular table cloth. I obliged her and set it out and got it positioned on the table and put out the dinnerware settings for all of our guests.

Betty was a saint. She had the jet black hair, and the brightest bluest eyes and the nicest pair of tits that were just a little more than a handful. She jogged every morning and had the perfect runner's body. How she managed this holiday was beyond me. She told everyone that dinner was going to be ready in 30 minutes. She told me to sit down at the table and just relax as she handed me a glass of champagne and massaged my shoulders. I was tense and she knew it. She also knew something else that would help me relax as well, but we didn't have time to go into our bedroom and fuck each other. So she did the next best thing.

When no one was looking she ducked underneath the long table cloth. Betty unzipped my pants and started to suck my cock till I was rock hard and she couldn't take the rest of my cock in her mouth. I'm sitting there trying to remain calm and unemotional through all her licking and sucking my cock from underneath the table. Her tongue was swirling and making circles around the head of my cock. She grabbed my dick with both hands and started to jack me off under the table and lick me. I so desperately wanted to take her in the bedroom and give her hot, wet, tight pussy a hard fucking. But my wife is a screamer and with a house full of guests it wasn't advisable.

I hadn't cummed in her mouth yet. I was about to then she stopped. My cock was aching. What was she doing under there? Then I felt it. She must have slipped up her dress up over her ass and took off her panties because she slowly slid her pussy on my cock. She did all the work and slid her body back and forth on my cock a couple of times and that was it. Trying to keep the most straight face, I shot my load in her hot, wet, tight pussy as I shout at the television in the living room, "Oh Come on ref that was a bad call." Betty still under the table licks me clean and puts my cock back in my pants and zipped up my pants. Now being much relieved, I should be able to enjoy this holiday Thanksgiving dinner.

Betty peeked up at me from under the table cloth, her big beautiful blue eyes were so pretty looking up at me. I whisper that was so hot and that I couldn't wait till everyone left so that she and I could get full on naked and fuck each other. I whispered to her that no one is around and she gets out from underneath the table. She kisses me and excuses herself to the restroom to fix herself.

As Betty walked back into the kitchen the buzzer went off. The turkey was ready and we were ready to eat. It was the "BEST" Thanksgiving feast ever. When we finally had an empty house, it was an all-night, fun-filled, whipped cream, naked bodies, kissing, licking and sucking and fucking each other till exhaustion.