By the time the kids got home, Caroline was feeling somewhat more like the Mom they’d be expecting to see. The valium had really taken the edge off her anxiety, and her ass was hurting a lot less. She listened, smiling and nodding at the right spots, as her 8-year-old daughter Mindy and her 6-year-old son Connor told her about what had happened at school.
The kids went off to play a video game, and Caroline set about making dinner. It was soothing to be able to focus on something else, as she measured out flour, water, everything she needed. She was going to make a homemade pizza, none of that ready-made pie crust, that had all the flavor of week-old cardboard. Her pizza crusts were all made from scratch, and she enjoyed the looks on people’s faces when they got a taste of her pizza. After mixing it thoroughly, she left the dough to rise and started to chop up the toppings, mushrooms, green pepper, green olives, and pineapple. The kids LOVED pineapple on a pizza, and Caroline had to admit, after trying it herself, she had become a fan of it too. With the practiced ease of a chef, Caroline laid out the dough in a big square pan, covering it with a generous helping of her Mom’s homemade pizza sauce, spread the toppings, and a heaping of shredded mozzarella cheese on top.
She just turned on the oven to pre-heat it, when the back door opened, and in walked her husband Brad. She felt the flare of anger again as if it was his fault. It wasn’t, but that smug grin on his face didn’t help, in fact, it just fueled up her anger, she was infuriated at him. He sidled up to her and tried to kiss her.
She stepped away from him, and snapped, “I’m busy!”
He stopped and looked at her. She’d never rebuffed him like that before, he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but the look on her face made him close his mouth. He stepped back and made his exit to the living room without a word.
Little shit, probably wants to fuck me tonight, like hell he’s going to get any, she thought.
Several hours later, and sure enough, he was ready for his fun ride. In the bedroom, Caroline had just put on her nightgown, and Brad walked in from the bathroom, totally nude, sporting his Weiner like it was some gift from God, what a jerk. He stepped right in front of her, and she felt his prick slide against her nightgown, pushing up the silky fabric, and his hands cupped her ass cheeks, eager to play with her.
“Get your body naked baby, and let me ride you. Mr. Happy wants to come out and play, and I want to stroke and finger your tight little rosebud.”
Caroline glared hatred at him. The idea of sex, after what she’d been through, repelled her. And he wanted, of all the nights to choose from, he chose this night, to try something a little bit more, and it had to be wanting to finger her ass hole?? And that stupid name for his stupid dick, jeez, what kind of a child hid inside a 30-year-old man’s body?
She growled, “If Mr. Happy wants to play, play with it yourself. I’m not even close to being in the mood for fucking, sucking, and especially not having my ass hole probed like some fucking alien abduction scene. Leave me alone, and don’t try fucking me during the night, trying to stick it in before I’m fully awake. Fuck this, I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you!”
She stepped back, picked up her robe, swung through the connecting bathroom to grab the valium bottle and a glass of water, and headed down to the guest bedroom. She went in, closed, and locked the door, keeping her stupid husband out. Shaking out two of the tablets, she chased them down with a swig of water. She shrugged off her robe then lifted up her nightgown over her head and tossed it, watching as the fine gossamer gown floated down to the floor. She adored sleeping in the nude, and she snuggled under the blankets, enjoying the feel of the big queen bed all to herself. The valium started to kick in, and she let herself go, her mind getting that nice, calm soft fuzz feeling, and let herself drift off to sleep.
She was dreaming, a nice dream about her first real boyfriend sucking her tits when the dream dissipated, and she rose to wakefulness. Her hands were rubbing her breasts, she could feel the nipples, stiff and hard against her caressing fingers. Her pussy was starting to slick up, now she was ready for it. She wondered if Brad was still in bed. Remembering it, she was a bit ashamed at how she’d reacted. Brad was just trying to get what she’d given him for the last 10 years. Caroline had never complained about his rabbit fuck style, so he saw no reason to change. Maybe it was time to change that, right now.
The bedside clock was at 6 AM, the kids liked to sleep in as late as possible, so they should still be asleep. She slipped out of the guest room totally naked and padded down the carpeted hallway to the master bedroom. She eased open the door, and Brad was there, still asleep. She was going to wake him up, then show him the right way to fuck.
She could see the tenting up of the blankets, it’s like Brad’s morning wood was signaling to her. She felt her moistness grow warmer, and she lifted the blankets up carefully and slid under them. She slid over, grasped his cock, and started to plant kisses all over the shaft. She heard a soft moan, and his cock jerked, almost as if reaching for her mouth. She pulled down on the foreskin, and gave his head a popsicle job, licking eagerly at him. She heard more soft moans, and a little gush of pre-cum, which she eagerly licked up.
Brad, still half asleep, growled “Oh baby, yeah.”
The pre-cum tasted sweet, and Caroline was hungry for his load. She licked her lips, slid them over the head, and drove her mouth down, taking in his 5 inches in one gulp. She tightened her lips and drew back, again. Her juices were really starting to churn, and the blanket was pulled back. Brad’s face, surprised, looked down at her. She turned her eyes up, saw his expression change from surprise to lust, and she felt his hands come down, stroking softly at her head.
“Yeah, oh yeah baby, feels so good, suck me dry, sweetheart.”
Caroline did just that, she was through with timid blowjobs, and she applied her new cock sucking ability. Brad grunted, her hot wet mouth sliding up and down his prick quickly brought on the explosion, and he froze for a second, let out a loud grunt, and Caroline felt the two wet splatters against the roof of her mouth, 3 more streams gushed out, coating her tongue. She sucked every drop out, swallowed it all, and she went back down on his cock, eager to keep him up, she was going to get her fun now. His cock quickly built right back up, when he was bone hard again, she pulled her mouth away, straddled him, grasped his cock, and nudged it against her. Her eyes were smoky blue with lust, with a low moan, she thrust down hard, twin growls of pleasure filled the air as she was impaled, and Brad’s cock was swallowed in the swirling vortex of hot, wet desire.
Caroline growled, “Oh yeah, going to ride you, baby, feel my pussy milking at you, I want your cream all over my tight pussy walls!”
She rode him eagerly, her lust churning. She could feel her juices gushing, surrounding his prick as she pumped up and down. Oh fuck, yeah, this felt great, she thought, I can ride him for all the time I need. Brad’s grunts and moans of pleasure urged her on, and Caroline took over, sliding her fiery tightness up and down on Brad’s cock again and again. She enjoyed a long, hard ride as she tossed her head back, her movements picking up speed. She felt the tingles deep inside, sweeping up, filling her pussy, oh god, yes, she was gonna cum. Just before the explosion, her mind conjured up the vision of the three rock-hard cocks, spraying all over her body, splattering her with three loads of hot cum, and even though she had been disgusted, she felt that give her orgasm a huge shove.
Raggedly she cried out, “Oh yeah, I’m, cumming baby, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME OH YES!”
Caroline felt the rush as her pussy gushed, her body shaking and shuddering in the climax, it was fucking incredible how great cumming via a hard dick felt like. Her buttocks tightened up involuntarily, she felt the little zings of pain from her recently deflowered ass hole, throbbing in time to her pussy spasms. The vision of her anal deflowering rushed at her, again the disgust and humiliation she felt, but she gasped and growled as a second orgasm slammed her, her head was spinning, such perversion, but so fucking hot to think about in the throes of hot, animalistic fucking.
Brad had never felt such exquisite tightness, her pussy clamped down, the ultimate gripping receptacle, fiery hot, moist, and oh so tight, it sucked and milked greedily at his throbbing shaft, demanding every drop. As Caroline’s sexy body shuddered in climax above him, he groaned from pure pleasure as he reached his peak, and with her pussy clamped tightly around his aching prick, spasming wildly, he exploded, his cock squirting wildly inside her hot tunnel.
Caroline smiled as she felt the hot, wet splatter deep inside, being filled with a rush of hot sperm, her spasming tightness milked Brad’s throbbing cock greedily, draining his balls deep into her inner depths, sucking every last drop out of him. This was the way sex should be, she realized, not mechanical, going through the motions, just hot, primal lust-filled fucking. Her mind was shocked and thrilled, her middle-class, strait-laced, prudish wifey persona was starting to crack open. Caroline saw the inner her, a lust-filled, eager to fuck 30 year old. With a face and body many of her friends would kill for, she realized that she had the power to make sex as good as it could be. The thrill of that new knowledge chased away the shock.
“Hey baby, let’s take a shower together,” she whispered.
Under the warm spray, she wanted more.
“On your knees, spread my pussy lips, and lick my pussy!” Caroline ordered.
Brad felt a charge, he’d never seen Caroline so dominant, demanding, and eager for it. Her take-charge attitude made him eager to please. He was not very skilled at licking her in the right way, so she grabbed his head, and directed him, letting out growls and moans of pleasure as his tongue started swabbing the right spot.
“Yes, oh yes, lick me there, right there, and shove two fingers up my pussy, finger-fuck my pink hole like your stiff cock fucked me, oh yeah, I’m close baby, make me cum!”
With his fingers pumping in and out, and Brad’s tongue swabbing delightfully over her rock hard, twitching clit, it didn’t take too long before Caroline felt the fluttering, she let our moans and cries of pleasure as she felt the tightening up, then the rush of release, letting out growls of sheer pleasure as her pussy gushed, giving Brad a face full of her juices, her pussy clamping around his fingers, as she rode that blissful orgasmic wave of pleasure.
At the breakfast table, Brad couldn’t stop smiling, eyeing Caroline’s ass as she made a hot breakfast. The kids were thrilled, they usually had to make do with cold cereal or toast and jam on a weekday, but here was Mom, smiling, making hot scrambled eggs with chunks of mushroom and ham, sausage patties, hashbrowns and toast, and they devoured it eagerly.
They grabbed their backpacks and headed out to the curb for the bus, and Caroline was alone with Brad. Brad realized that time was short, he needed to get to work, and he reluctantly tore himself away. Caroline walked him to the door and gave him a tongue-swirling kiss that sent his cock straight back up. She felt the hardness against her, and wiggled her groin against the bulge, feeling the hard, stiff eagerness.
She broke the kiss, and whispered, “Come home at lunchtime, and I’ll give you a blowjob that will make your toes curl, I want to suck your cock dry again!”
Brad was grinning like a fool as he drove to work, not sure what the hell had happened, but grateful for whatever had happened to make his wife a sex-hungry kitten.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ozzyi3/reporters_dilemma_part_04