I walked in the door and bent over, clutching my hips as I tried to catch my breath. A drop of sweat slowly dribbled down the bridge of my nose, dangled, and fell to the floor with a small mushroom-cloud splash. It was damn hot.
And that was going to be a problem. Another image flashed through my brain. It was a globule of saliva, moving in slow motion, hanging off my ball sack attached to a long sticky thread. The strand broke and the globule fell to the floor, only my view of the splash was obscured by the flashing mane of hair of the beautiful woman who was furiously sucking my cock. Such was her enthusiasm that spit was flying in all directions as she pistoned her tightly gripping hand and mouth up and down my rigid shaft. The flash of her diamond wedding band momentarily blinded me and interrupted the incredible view.
I was so fucking horny. I hadn't been able to get this image out of my head all the way down the hill on my nightly "constitutional". It had repeated like a peep show loop in my brain for the last half mile at least. My dick was hard and sensitive, and chafed against the strained polyester of my running shorts. But I was sweaty. I would have to cool down in a hurry if I had any chance of getting any action from Caroline tonight.
I entered the powder room and dabbed at my forehead with the damp fabric I had been carrying, noting its pungent musk. I opened the cabinet and stashed the stinky rag inside then I splashed cold water on my face in an attempt to cool down and wash the funk off of me. Then I headed up the stairs to our bedroom. As I crested the landing, I could see the timer on the TV flash "5 minutes remaining". Oh shit. This was another problem. She had probably set the sleep timer on the TV for 30 minutes. With five minutes left, Caroline would be practically asleep. Me sticky with sweat and her nearly unconscious, it looked like I'd be taking care of my own hard-on.
Sure enough, she was curled up on her side, facing away from the television, with her eyes barely open. Her left hand lay alongside her exquisite face, the long, slim digits emphasizing her fine delicate features. Her ring glistened in the flickering light of the local newscast. My cock ached.
"You made it back," she mumbled softly, "I'm glad. Now I can go to sleep."
"You look like you weren't having a lot of trouble sleeping," I joked, "but really, who's going to mess with me? A pack of coyotes?"
"A car," she replied sternly, "or a heart attack. Or who knows what else. You're not so young any more."
"Ouch. That hurts."
Caroline laboriously opened one eye and grinned at me.
"I carry a phone, and a flashlight, and I always look both ways before I cross the street. You might be right about the heart attack, though. My heart is pounding and I'm all agitated. I've got this image I can't get out of my head. It's driving me crazy."
Caroline and I played a little game sometime, as part of our foreplay, where I would make up fantasy stories for her. She would listen and sometimes comment, making wry observations and gently guiding the story until one or the other of us became too hot and bothered and touched off the actual sex. I decided to go for it here. I started in casually though.
"Yeah, when I was on my way up the hill I saw this couple, I think one of the new families that moved in up by the Filmores. You know, she's pregnant, and he's got a shaved head? Anyway they were out walking their dog and I saw them and one thing led to another and now I can't get this, um, 'scenario' out of my head."
Caroline's head was back on the pillow and her eyes were again heavily lidded. She grunted softly. I couldn't tell if she was aware of the game and encouraging me or not. So I continued.
"Normally I keep my headphones on and don't stop to chat, but maybe, since they're new to the neighborhood, I should say hello, right?"
There was no reaction from Caroline, just a slight intake of breath.
"We chit chat, I find out she's six months pregnant, bada bing, bada boom, one thing leads to another and the next thing you know I'm telling them the birth story."
"Mmmm," murmured Caroline, "that one always slays 'em." Her eyes were still closed but her voice was sounding more alert. Hmmm, this was looking a bit more promising.
"Yes of course, they're practically eating out of my hand. How could two soon-to-be first-time parents resist a story about a man delivering his own baby on the side of the road?
"Five minutes later, Kim and Bob think I'm the Dr. Phil of birth stories. They're embarrassed about interrupting my walk, but they want to hear more war stories about our three deliveries, so they invite me back to their place for a drink. It's just around the corner. Ordinarily I wouldn't have accepted, but I was just about to turn around and head home. They seemed like an interesting couple, so I went along.
"It turns out that they're young professionals, well, Kim's a lawyer, and Bob's a writer for a reality show or something. Who knew there was such a thing? Anyway. Pregnant with their first child, and none of their friends have any kids yet, and they're desperate for someone to talk to about it, and I'm nothing if not an expert at this point, right honey? Anyway, to make a long story short, she's complaining about how hard it is to sleep and how she's up all night, so I tell her about when you were pregnant with Luke, and how hot it was that summer, and how you kept waking me up every hour to complain.
"'Oh my God' Kim practically shouts, 'that's awful. I'm not that bad yet, I only get up two or three times a night, and I never wake up Bob. I guess he's got it easy. So what did she do, what did you do? I would be a wreck if I was up that much'
"So I tell her, what with all the hormones and everything, you were at your horniest then, so it kind of worked out in my favor.
"'Oh my God!!!' screams Kim again, 'me too. I'm so horny all the time I'm like a cat in heat. But Bob thinks my belly is gross.'
"'I do not, honey!' Bob protests, 'I'm just worried about hurting you and the baby.'
