*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story; if not, such is life. Comments are always appreciated.
THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
June was at the sink washing up after making dinner when her husband George arrived home from work, coming up behind her quietly and making her jump when he reached around and filled his hands with her large breasts, his fingers unerringly finding her large nipples and pinching them.
"George!" June gasped, turning around, her face flushed as her nipples hardened. "You scared the daylights out of me," she protested. "It might have been anyone."
"With you dressed like that?" George laughed, June flushing at the inanity of her comment in light of the fact that she was only wearing an apron. "Besides, who ever comes into our home unannounced?" he asked.
"Well, you shouldn't scare me like that," June said, sinking to her knees and pulling his zipper down, then reaching in to extract his cock and wrapping her lips around it, just as she had done every single day for the past 32 years when he'd arrive home from work.
Just shy of 52, June was a short, slightly overweight woman with curly brown hair and hazel eyes, but the thing that most people noticed were her huge breasts, incongruously large on her 5'1" frame. She worked as an elementary school teacher and her schedule got her home an hour before George, perfect timing to be able to prepare dinner.
George was 54, a big, florid man with a pronounced paunch whose once-dark hair had thinned and started to grey, what little there was left of it. He had had the same job ever since graduating college and passing his CPA exams. He was also gifted with a fat, 8" cock, something that June was crazy about.
In spite of June's nondescript appearance, her huge breasts excepted, she had a voracious sexual appetite and a wild, vivid imagination. They had never had children, so they had had, and exercised, the freedom to indulge themselves however and whenever they chose, having sex in every room of the house and on every piece of furniture at one time or another. The first thing that June did every day after getting home from work was to shower, then put on her apron, seldom wearing any clothes in the house, knowing that the sight of her nakedness never failed to get the requisite reaction from George.
"Even after all these years, I still look forward to this every day," she gasped, looking up at him, both hands wrapped around the shaft of his cock.
"It's why I never join the others for drinks after work," George said as June took his cock back into her mouth. "You sucking my cock is far more interesting and enjoyable."
"Well, hurry up and cum so that the food doesn't cool too much," she gasped, wrapping her lips around the shaft of his cock just behind the head, her tongue teasing the slit, something that she knew drove him crazy.
George closed his eyes and focused on letting himself go, sighing when he felt his cock begin spurting cum into June's eagerly sucking mouth. Looking down, he saw her extended tongue, thickly coated with his cum, as shot after shot erupted from his cock into her mouth.
"Mmm," June sighed, closing her lips on him and swallowing, gulping down his cum before continuing to suck him off, not stopping until he was dry. "La dolce vita," she said as she stood up licking her lips and still swallowing, a big smile on her face as George bent down from his 6'5" to kiss her, her mouth and tongue still thickly coated with his cum.
While June preferred to be naked in the house, George was more inclined to wear his boxer shorts, which was all that he retained after undressing when June finished sucking his cock. George had learned long ago to let June's predictable narrative of her day go in one ear and out the other, pretty much without noticing what she was saying, only interjecting the occasional uh-huh or grunt of understanding from time to time. June knew that he wasn't paying any attention, but she had an obsessional need to relate her day to him, so it was all good.
George went to the den after eating, watching the evening news while waiting for June to finish cleaning up and join him, which she did just 10 minutes later, now without the apron, sitting down next to him on the sofa.
"Dessert is served," she announced, leaning back and sliding her ass to the edge of the sofa, her feet up and wide apart, exposing her smooth-shaven pussy.
"The best part of dinner," George said as he slid from the sofa to kneel in front of her, as always, admiring the beauty of her pussy, her long inner lips dark-tinged and pouting apart beneath a big clit, all nestled on a glistening pink background.
As he ate her pussy, George remembered the first time he had met June, a shy, seemingly reserved girl who had just been jostled on the walkway, knocking her books all over the ground, the person who had barged into her not bothering to stop. Never good with girls and scarred from numerous rejections, he had found himself asking her to join him for a beer, which to his great surprise, she had agreed. When one beer turned into three, he found that though she might seem shy and reserved, that she was anything but, asking him if he had asked her for a beer with the intention of having sex with her.
"You guys are all alike," June had sighed when his face reddened at her question. "You see my big boobs and think straightaway of sex."
"I guess that's pretty insulting to you," George had said.
"Well, yeah, especially since they mostly just gawk and never follow through with what's obviously on their minds," June had said.
"What would you have them do, tell you that they want to see your breasts and fuck you or something?" George had asked.
"That would be a good start," June had replied.
"And that wouldn't insult you?" George had asked in astonishment.
"There's only one way to find out," June had replied, smiling.
