"What do you think?"
"I don't mind."
That got a big sigh from Alice, because I hadn't responded with enthusiasm. I needed to answer her again, and this time be more positive.
"In fact, it would be a pleasure."
That got me a big smile.
"If you want, she can stay with us forever."
I thought that would get me a kiss, or even more, but it got me a slap on my bare leg.
"That hurt!"
"Don't be a baby. I hardly touched you."
"But why did you hit me?"
"Because what you said was silly. You know that my Mother will only be staying with us for a few months."
"Yes, but it will feel like forever."
That could have got me another slap, but it didn't. Fortunately, she had found it funny. And then, when she had finished laughing, she leant over and kissed me. It was a long lingering kiss on the lips. I savoured it, and then I kissed her back, but with more intensity and more passion. We have been married for nearly eight years, but she still excites me.
I was now concentrating on her ample breasts. My hand on one of them, and my mouth on the other. Two firm melons, topped with chubby nipples. How had I managed to marry such a beauty? I was definitely punching above my weight. I would like to think that it was because of my sparkling personality, or because I was handsome. However, it was probably because of what I had dangling between my legs. It's impressive when it's limp, but it has to be seen when it's erect, to appreciate it fully. Nine inches of thick meat. When Alice first saw it, she was shocked by its size. Worried that it would be too big for her. It wasn't, she managed to take all of it. Our first fuck, ended with me squirting into her tight pussy, while she had a screaming orgasm.
"Suck the other one."
I quickly switched over. I normally do that without her having to ask, but I had been daydreaming, remembering when we had first met. It was now time to work the other nipple.
"Harder."
This time, I didn't just take the whole nipple into my mouth, I took in as much of her breast as I could. It made her moan, and as I continued sucking, it got louder.
She was now rubbing her leg against mine. That was to tell me that her pussy needed some attention. It always made me smile. She was happy to tell me what to do with her tits, but for her pussy, she never said, she just hinted. When my hand moved down, she opened her legs wide.
I was now moving a single finger around her opening, and she was pushing against it, trying to force it into her. I liked doing this. It heightened the experience for me. However, it was a delicate balance between teasing her, and torturing her.
She was now squirming. It was time to finger her. Without any warning, I thrust two fingers deep into her, up to the knuckles. It took her breath away. I then started fucking her with them. Long deep strokes. I was tempted to play with her clit, but I knew that if I did, she would probably climax.
I now had my fingers in her pussy, my mouth on her nipple, and my throbbing cock pushing against her leg. What we were doing was good, but I desperately wanted to fuck her. However, I would have to wait until she was ready. It was five more minutes before she was. That was when she grabbed my cock, her way of telling me that she wanted it inside her.
My cock was now at her opening, but this time there was no teasing. As I pushed into her, I spread her legs even wider. This was our favourite position. Her on her back, with her legs to the side, her bottom sticking up.
After each stroke, she grunted. My balls were now slapping against her. She was getting the full nine inches. Making her climax was easy, but getting mine was more difficult. Often, without warning, she would reach it, and I would be doing catch up. That could be a disaster. If I didn't come soon after her, she would make me stop. I would then have to make do with a hand job. A blow job would be better, but that was never on offer.
Fortunately, today was a good day. She was slowly building towards a climax, rather than exploding. And mine was coming along nicely. When I eventually took her over the edge, I wasn't far behind. As she writhed about, I heard her say, "Oh fuck." That almost put me off my stride. Alice swearing, that never happens. As I flooded her pussy, I wondered if I should tease her about it. However, by the time my balls had drained, I had decided that it would be best not to mention it.
I waited until my cock was going limp, before pulling out of her. Then I waited for her to recover, and to speak. I knew what she was going to say. She didn't disappoint me.
"That was OK, now it's your turn to make breakfast."
I smiled at her, and then I got out of bed. It had been better than just OK, and she knew it. Also, for some reason, it was always my turn to make breakfast at the weekend.
After a quick shower, I went downstairs to the kitchen. Half an hour later, I called her.
"It's ready."
We took our time eating. We both had hectic jobs, so the weekend was our time to relax.
"Kyle?"
I just nodded. She was looking serious, so I was wondering what was coming next.
"Are you really OK with my Mother staying with us?"
I was tempted to say yes, and that she could stay forever, but that might get me another slap.
"Yes."
I then gave her my best smile, to show her that I meant it.
Her Mother was recently divorced. Her house had just been sold, and she didn't have another one yet. She would now be staying with us until she had a new home. I had said that I was OK with it, but was that just to please Alice? That was partly true, but I didn't dislike Rose, her Mother. We were always polite to each other, but we didn't have a lot in common. Whenever we met, we did talk, but it was mostly superficial.
A week later on, she was with us.
All her furniture was in storage, so she just came with her clothes, and personal items. Surprisingly, she arrived with only two suitcases. If that was Alice, it would have been at least half a dozen. And all of them bursting at the seams.
It was the afternoon before we got some time alone together. Alice was out shopping. I was in the living room, reading, when she joined me.
"I want to thank you for letting me stay."
I put the paper down, and then I gave her a warm smile, before saying, "You don't need to thank me. You're welcome anytime."
"Thanks, but this isn't just for a few days."
I didn't know what else to say, so I just gave her another smile. She then left, returning ten minutes later, coffee in hand.
"I made this for you."