Dorothy pulled the meatloaf out of the oven at the same time she heard the car pull into the driveway, perfectly timed, just like it should be. She placed it on the table, took off her apron, adjusted her dress, and looked around the kitchen. Spotless, just the way she liked to keep it.
“Honey I’m home.” James called as he walked in through the front door and placed down his briefcase. “Is dinner ready?”
“Just finished putting it on the table my dear.” Dorothy replied sweetly as her husband walked in and put his arms around her, giving her a soft kiss.
“The garden looks wonderful, found time to clean up the weeds didn’t you?” He smiled impressed.
“I’m glad you noticed.” She smiled back enjoying his strong arms around her. “Mailman stopped by for a chat, wanted me to let you know how lucky you are to have such a hardworking wife.”
“He doesn’t know how right he is by half.” James replied. “Mr Petersen said the same thing this Monday, he was very impressed by how well you’ve been keeping the house.” He said as he took Dorothy’s hand and gave it a kiss.
“I’m sure Mrs Petersen would do the same if she had the proper incentive.” Dorothy brushed it off. “Are you hungry?”
“Not nearly as hungry as you must be after such a long day.” James smiled and led Dorothy over to the table.
“I did make my favorite today.” She smiled as she sat down in her chair and he followed her down, giving her another kiss.
“You deserve it and so much more.” James smiled sincerely.
“Oh is that so?” Dorothy smiled innocently. “How much more.”
“Considering the yard work, I was thinking 4.” He smiled.
“You spoil me so.” She replied and put a gentle but firm hand on his head pushing him down. “But maybe we should stick to 3?”
“No I think 4, you deserve 4.” James smiled and ducked under the table as she pulled her chair in and began to carve a bit of meatloaf for herself. She let his hands caress her legs for a little while before she opened them for him and he shuffled close in under her dress. She felt his tongue against her bare clit at the same time she started in on her meatloaf. He took it slow at first, gentle licks to build up her appetite slowly, just like she had taught him. As she slowly ate her dinner he slowly ate her building lust, his tongue working more eagerly every time she let a moan escape her lips. She shivered and sighed with pleasure by the time she finished her dinner and put down the cutlery. He was wonderfully diligent today, she thought to herself as she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. A few minutes later his diligence was rewarded when her legs locked around his head and she let the built up lust flood out of her. He kept his lips on her, drinking her satisfaction and letting her ride out her climax on his tongue.
When Dorothy came back to her senses a few moments later he was still between her legs, licking her tired sex with long gentle motions. She let him continue for a while, enjoying his efforts to let her down from her high slowly. “Come up and eat your dinner dear.” She finally breathed and after a few more lick, a kiss to her clit and a whispered thank you to her sex she didn’t think she could hear James emerged from under the table.
Dorothy cut him a slice of meatloaf and fetched a rag, quickly cleaning up the wet spot on her table before it stained her spotless kitchen. “So love.” She smiled as she began to clean her own dish and James dug into the rapidly cooling meatloaf. “How was work?”
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James left the table and took up position on the front porch after he finished his dinner. He was smoking his nightly cigarette in the light of the sunset while Dorothy cleaned the last of the dishes. It gave him a bit of time to chat with the neighbors and talk about how the local baseball team would probably need a new coach to turn things around, before his wife emerged from the house in a thick blanket and sat down on the large bench.
The neighbor made an impressed remark about the state of the front yard and James was quick to direct the praise to his wife as he joined her on the bench. She lay down with her head in his lap as she wrapped the blanket around him as well. The neighbor made some comment about how the two of them were still like newlyweds but James barely heard it as he focused on finding out what Dorothy wished of him. She was quick to pick up his conversational slack though and made small talk with the neighbor as James found the phallic object between her legs and pushed it in deeper. The neighbor’s wife came out and made some mention about smelling the meatloaf as James began to slowly fuck her with the glass dildo under the blanket and turned his attention to the neighbors. As James picked the conversation back up Dorothy let out a yawn and closed her eyes.
Sure the meatloaf had been wonderful there was no doubt about it, *in-out in-out*, Dorothy had brought it to the last neighborhood get together so everyone on the road knew how great it was, *in-out in-out*.
Oh she found time to keep the house spotless and clean the garden, *deeper faster harder*, she was a very organized woman who knew how to make the most of her time after all, *harder harder harder*.
Don’t mind her now, she needs a bit of a nap after a long day and she likes to take it in the sun, *her nails dug into his thigh under the blanket*. I’m just happy she’s relaxed enough to let me stay with her as she does.
Oh work has been going the way it usually does, nothing too interesting to report there, *nails digging in deeper*. The boss has gone on a fishing trip so there’s a bit of a carefree attitude at the moment, speaking of, weren’t you going on a fishing trip too?
Next weekend you say, well it is about time you get to try out those new flies of yours, *a breath escaping as legs clutch around the glass to hold it tight*. Well best of luck to you, if you bring home more fish than you know what to do with I’m sure Dorothy can work her magic with it.
“I’ll do my best.” Dorothy turned her moan into a passable yawn as she woke up from her nap. “Should we head back inside love? Its starting to get a little chilly out here?”
“Of course dear.” James said, standing up and picking Dorothy up into his arms. “I look forward to hearing how that fishing trip went.” He called out to the neighbor before heading inside with her.
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He gave her a few hours to compose herself, running a warm bath for her, sponge cleaning and drying her afterwards. She was gorgeous as always but obviously tired so he just doted on her and as they sat down in front of their new color TV he let her sleep with her feet in his lap, giving them a much needed massage as he tuned in to the evening news. She slept for a good hour before she finally sat up with a groggy smile on her lips and he changed the channel to that cooking show she enjoyed. She crawled up into his lap and he put his arms around her, holding her tight as they learned how to make a crème brûlée.
She guided his hand down as they watched and he found her sex waiting for him, caressing it on the outside as he kissed her neck. She was adorable after a nap, eager to satisfy her urges without even checking if the curtains were pulled, though he had of course done that. He found her breasts with his free hand and caressed them one by one making sure not to neglect either as she found it harder to focus on how to make some other desert he hadn’t caught the name of. His fingers entered her when he felt she was so slick they were practically being invited inside and she let out a soft moan. She was sensitive after so much already and the short break hadn’t done much to change that. He kept his fingers busy, twisting around inside of her to reach places neither his tongue nor the glass dildo had managed.
She rocked back and forth in his lap as he finger fucked her, her juices spilling out and dripping onto James’ pants. The pants were straining to contain him as she grinded up against manhood but he managed to keep his composure for the most part, only doing one or two involuntary thrusts as the scent of her sex enveloped the both of them. The TV had long been forgotten as she deliberately grinded against the bulge in his pants, the desperate frustration of what was contained within fueling her own pleasure immeasurably. She let her lower lips wrap around the bulge whenever it got close and felt it throb and his fingers jump whenever she did. She pulled his hand from her breast and closed her teeth around it, biting down to silence herself as she came. She was careful to bite hard enough to hurt a bit and help herself stay quiet, but not hard enough to leave any lasting marks. Meanwhile her pussy dripped its juices onto the bulge in his pants soaking it even more than it already was, before she finally relaxed in his arms again.
His fingers slowly pulled out of her and he wrapped both arms around her stomach in a soft embrace again as she relaxed in his lap, watching the end of the cooking show as the last of her lust dripped out onto his bulge.
He carried her up to their bed not more than an hour afterwards placing her on the soft bed and whispering sweet nothings in her ear before he retreated to the foot of the bed. She relaxed on the bed as she heard him undressing and soon felt his hands caressing her thighs and asking for permission to come closer. She granted it, spreading her legs and letting his tongue in once more. He was slow and deliberate, attentive to her needs and aware her exhaustion. He wasn’t there to make her cum, he was there to help her relax. His tongue’s gentle licks felt like a healing salve being applied to her sore sex and she drifted in and out of sleep as he took care of her. He never pushed in too deep or forced her high enough that the relaxation turned to excitement, he kept her where she needed to be to feel as loved and as satisfied as she deserved to feel.
She wasn’t sure what the time was when he finally gave her sex one last kiss and crawled up to her in the bed. She could feel his cock still raging hard in the underwear that was desperately trying to contain it. “You could have reached the fourth just now, or in the bath.” She said suppressing a yawn as she gave him a kiss and let a hand brush against his bulging underwear. “I know you’re craving it.”
“You’ve had a long day.” James smiled to her. “You deserve to relax more than I need to cum.” He just said and gave her a kiss. “I’ll try my best to earn it tomorrow.” He assured her and kissed her goodnight as she drifted off to sleep, feeling loved, satisfied and relaxed as her man held her tight and fought back his own lust another day for her sake.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b7b7fq/the_secret_day_of_a_50s_housewife_mffdom
Not my kind of story but excellently written!