This is an attempt at a more straight-forward story (compared to the convoluted mess that was my last story). The inspiration for it were the comics of Nobodyinparticular, whose work I like a lot; I tried to take his very surreal world, and see what happens when you apply some basic "real world" rules to it (mostly: no statuary rape). So: all persons in this story are over the age of 18.
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His wife was like no other wife - oh boy was she ever different! - but there was one thing she did have in common with all female stereotypes: she loved talking on the phone. When he left her in the living room downstairs, almost an hour ago, she was yakking it up with one of her friends, and now she was no doubt on her nightly conversation with her mom. Good lord, the woman was coming to visit tomorrow, what was there to talk so much about?!
Well, of course there was, and John Evans-Martinez was very much aware of it. Tomorrow was his boy's big day! Well, his actual birthday was two days ago, but the family celebration will be taking place tomorrow, Friday. The big 1-8! There was a palpable buzz in the house for weeks, his wife virtually on edge with excitement. Well, it was really her day, too...
He stretched on the bed, the thought of his wife exciting him - as it never failed to do for over 2 decades, really. As a 19 years-old she had a voracious sexual appetite, and the 25 years since had only made her more ravenous. He smelled his armpits, making sure - yup, he was good. He looked at his body, sprawled on the bed; he was a little on the thin side, but his daily runs kept him in good shape for a 45 years-old - hell, he looked good for a man half his age! He stroked his dick, lightly. The guys on the high-school swim team had called him 'elephant man', and it wasn't on account of a large schnozzle. His nose was just just fine, as was his dick, which had bagged him a few hotties, back in the day - though Jessica wasn't all that impressed... Well, there was enough about him that she liked to make her stick around for 24 years!
He heard her steps coming up the stairs, and he propped himself up on the pillow, spreading his legs a bit, the way she loved to see him when coming in. He was showered and shaved, and ready for love! Ooops...! He managed to turn the TV off just as the door opened. Last thing he wanted was for her to get the idea of watching some dumb Netflix original or something for the next couple of hours..!
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Jessica smiled as she came into the room and saw her husband waiting on the bed. God, he was so cute, with his dick slowly rising as he watched her walking in. He looked good - very good! - for his age, and he was pretty much the best husband you could find. She knew he had been awake since 6 in the morning - making breakfast, going for his morning jog, commuting to his dumb IT job across town, commuting back, making a run to the supermarket, making dinner, cleaning everything up - and there he was, fresh and enticing, waiting to pleasure the love of his life!
"Sorry about that, honey, you know how Brenda can be - she wants me to help her out with that new zoning law, she's organizing the whole neighborhood, it's such a pain in the ass..."
"Well, what's the point of having a lawyer for a friend if you can't smooch some free legal advice, right?"
She shook her head as she came over to the bed. "No way, I might help her do some canvassing around with the petition, but she wants legal advice she'd need to pay."
She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, slowly, enjoying the look in his eyes as he watched her. She was 44, but she knew she looked good, very good. She worked out regularly, and with her great genetic heritage her 5'10" frame was filled out very nicely. She looked down as she unhooked her red silk bra - her tits were not big (not like her mom's, she thought), but they were round and firm, with no sign of sag. She ran her hand on her toned abs - you could feel a six pack under her silky, smooth skin. She loved working out, and often thought of taking it up a notch; her genetics were great for it, she would be amazing! - but she needed her killer, more conventional looks for her job. Many people were turned off by too-muscular women, and as a trial lawyer she couldn't risk alienating any single jury member...
John shifted on the bed, clearly impatient. She smiled. Poor boy! She was taking too much time getting to the main feature! She took hold of her skirt - respectable enough, but showing a nice bit of her toned legs. A girl lawyer's best weapon! - and pulled it down slowly. She looked in her husband's eyes as she worked it down her shapely thighs. She was wearing a matching red silk panty, fitting snugly around her midsection, and for most of the day it served a very important function. But the first thing she did once she came home from work was release its precious cargo, and now it was laying free, exposed slowly as her skirt rode down. John gulped loudly - she knew his mouth was filling up with saliva, faster than he could swallow it. 24 years, and her majestic shaft still drove him wild...
Even at rest, her girl-cock was an impressive sight; at 7" it was almost as long as her husband's fully-erect dick, and almost twice as thick, the head peeking out big and dark. Her testicles - large as tennis balls and smooth - were cradled in her panties. She wriggled a little, pushing the skirt past her knees, and worked it off, one leg after the other, feeling her dick swinging a little as she did. Her husband groaned, and she smiled down at him. "Coming, honey - don't blow your load...!"
She took off her high-heeled shoes, then her panties, and clapped the main light off. She climbed on to the bed, going over her husband's now fully-erect penis, letting it brush against her pussy, hidden behind her balls. She moved back and forth, letting his dick massage her labia as her sex juices started their gentle cascade. Her own cock was growing erect, veins appearing around its massive girth, and she moved forward, straddling his midsection. She put her hands on his shoulders, her massive cock laying thick and heavy on his smooth chest, the head almost fully exposed, touching his throat. His eyes were shining as he looked up at her, and she smiled down at him, lovingly.
"Ooh, did mommy make daddy wait too long for her lovely cock?"
He didn't share her love of role-playing - OR baby talk - and she took wicked pleasure in tormenting him with it. He didn't roll his eyes, but it was touch and go. "Well, I think mommy should feed daddy her cock soon, or daddy is going to sleep...!"
She pouted tragically. Her cock was now at full length - over 11" - and she took it in her palm and smacked it lightly against his chin. "Daddy is being mean to mommy... I'm thinking maybe he doesn't like mommy's cock, any more!" He laughed, exasperated. "Damn it, woman..." his hand came up and took hold of her heavy shaft, his head straining forward, taking the tip of her cock in his mouth, and he sucked on it gently, wetting it. When his tongue started playing with it she groaned, arching her back, pushing her shaft further forward. The whole head was now inside his mouth, and he was playing with it lustily, rewarded with her soft moaning.
After a moment she pushed his head back, roughly, extricating her cock from his eager mouth. She rolled off him and laid down on her back, beside him, her dick a hefty pillar of vein-covered meat, straining upwards from her body. He followed as if under its spell, maneuvering himself between her thick thighs, and went to work on the towering shaft. He licked it thoroughly, his tongue going over every inch of pink flesh, enjoying the feel of the veins running up and down it. He then pushed himself forward and up, positioning his mouth over the dark, red head. His eyes went up and locked on hers, and he opened his mouth wide, his jaws almost creaking with the effort, as he slowly bent his head down, gradually taking the massive shaft into his mouth.
Jessica shivered with the pleasure of her husband's tight, hot mouth around her womanhood, his tongue swirling lazily around it, her pre-cum drizzling down his gullet. She put her hands around his head, loving the feel of his silky, dark-brown hair against her palms. She moved her tight buns in slow, almost imperceptible movements, pushing herself further inside, craving the feel of the silk-like tunnel waiting just ahead. She hadn't had that many men - or women - fellatio her, her cousins the only ones who got to do it many times over the years, more for nostalgia's sake than anything else. She almost laughed when she thought of her cousin Jeff - the man was a grandfather, already, but he still gagged when her shaft reached the back of his throat! John had no such problem. Of course, they HAD done this thousands of times, over the years...
She moaned with pleasure as his throat welcomed her, hot, silky and tight. Oh, so so tight...! His throat muscles contracted and released as he took more of her cock in - the world's friendliest boa constrictor, milking her womanhood with surprising force. She gasped as she felt his fingers on her engorged testicles, massaging, squeezing them lightly, sliding down behind them, a finger slipping inside her wet labia, twirling upwards... her husband was all she ever needed, really - and tomorrow... She felt her monstrous cock spasm at the thought of the day she had been waiting for for so many years. Her husband jerked in surprise, and she stroked his head, smiling at him. "This is so good, honey... so tight..."
His eyes shone back at her, full of love. She remembered their first time, back in his tiny dorm room, remembering his look of panic as she entered him, the eyes wide with fear as her full girth filled his mouth, the hungry head beginning its journey down his throat... he struggled but she held his head firmly, not moving, whispering sweet nothings until he relaxed, and she continued. That was her last time deflowering a virgin - 25 years ago! She didn't miss it, or give it much thought, for most of those 25 years - but over the last few months it was on her mind pretty much constantly...
She felt her balls slap against his chin, coming to rest under it, their seemingly natural place... She tightened her hold on his head, signaling she was taking the wheel, and he pulled back, his eyes full of anticipation. She loved doing it with herself underneath, on her back - it was one hell of an exercise for her ass! Holding his head steady, she sank back into the mattress, her cock almost half out of his mouth - and then thursted with her glutes, driving back into him, her balls slapping against his chin with a dull thud. He moaned loudly, his eyes still open wide, wanting to feel her with his whole being (as he once explained to her; he was just too, TOO cute...). She pulled back and then came thundering in, grunting with pleasure as his tight throat flexed and relaxed around the familiar, beloved invader.
She settled into a rhythm, thrusting upwards with full force then pulling back slowly, enjoying the feel of his hot, glove-like throat, then roaring back in, grunting softly, enjoying his sexy moans. She was looking at him all through it, the gentle brown eyes now crossed - only suddenly they were no longer brown, taking on the grayish-blue color of her own eyes, the dark hair now chestnut brown, and the creases around the 45 years-old eyes gone. "Tomorrow," she told herself, exalting, "tomorrow!"
