The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 16
Wanda's Tales -- Part 2
Tuesday morning started out as so many of her mornings had over the course of her marriage. When her alarm chimed at 6:30am, Wanda rolled out of the bed she shared with her husband Frank. She pulled on the terry-cloth robe that lay across the clothes hamper to fight off the morning chill. It was early May but temperatures at night in Regal Bay often dipped into the lower forties, as it had that morning. She found her house slippers, stepped into them, and headed down stairs to the kitchen.
Once she had the coffee brewing, Wanda headed for the bathroom down the hall. She often used the down stairs bathroom for her morning showers, as she didn't want to disturb Frank. The upstairs bathroom was adjacent to their bedroom, and that shower tended to make a lot of noise in the mornings for some reason. Frank hadn't gotten around to calling a plumber out to have it looked into. Besides, with Luke now out of the house and on his own, it was only Frank and Wanda in the big, four bed-room house.
Wanda was scheduled for the second shift at FYE that Tuesday, and didn't have to be at the store until one to relieve Meghan for her lunch. Frank was in no rush to get to work, either. He ran his company, after all, and pretty much came and went as he pleased. Bayside Real Estate had been built from the ground up by Frank Vaughn and although he had wanted his wife and son to join him in the firm, neither had any interest. Wanda had gone into retail sales out of high school and remained there to this day. Now she managed the FYE entertainment outlet in the Regal Bay Mall, and made good money at it. Frank never failed to remind her that he brought in more than three times her bi-weekly pay, each week. Wanda, however, enjoyed her work and wasn't planning on giving it up anytime soon, even if she was twice the age of most of her employees.
Wanda had returned to her bedroom and dressed for the day by the time her husband rolled out of bed. Frank came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for his day. It was just a little after nine-thirty. He wore his usual gray pin-striped suit slacks with an off-white shirt, and was working a maroon tie into place.
"Good morning," he growled towards her as he pulled his matching suit jacket from the closet.
"Morning, Frank," she replied. He stood in front of the full-length mirror as he pulled the jacket on. He enjoyed the look that pin-striped suits presented. He thought they made him look like Joe Pesci in one of his mob movies. Wanda mused that it might be his short stature and the beer-belly he was carrying around that made him look more like Joe Pesci than anything he wore. That, and the thick head of salt-and-pepper hair he maintained with his "Just for Men" coloring. Frank was a vain man, she knew, but a good husband. He took care of her well, for the most part.
Wanda was also dressed for her day, although she had plans to stop in at the stylist for a quick trim of her recently lightened hair. She had coffee ready and poured Frank a cup when they had returned to the kitchen. He settled onto a stool along the island counter that separated the dining room from the kitchen proper.
"You look nice today," he said as he opened the morning paper up to the sports section. They were probably one of the few households in the neighborhood that still took the morning paper delivery. "I like that blouse on you. It really accents your tits."
Wanda paused in her wipe-down of the counter top to look down at herself. She had chosen a new white blouse with French-style black swirls to wear above her black skirt. Both were a little tight on her full body, even after she'd spent a few hours yesterday on the treadmill at the gym. She noticed that she had only buttoned the lower two and the blouse was open, showing off the deep cleavage of her ample dd-cup breasts. She wore a new red bra and it showed as well, cupping her breasts a little higher than usual, she thought.
"Thank you," she smiled. "I really don't plan to go out like this," she added while reaching up to fasten more buttons.
"Hold on there," Frank insisted and put his cup down while stepping up close to his wife. "Let me do that." He snuggled up tight to her from behind and reached under her arms to cup her breasts.
"Frank, we really don't have time for this." His hands squeezed her matronly breasts and rolled them on her chest. She felt him press his hips forward, forcing her against the counter. It had been some time since he'd paid her any real attention, and this sudden interest, even at this time of the morning, was nice. She turned her head to look at him, his chin now resting on her shoulder. His fingers curled at the edges of her blouse and tugged gently, pulling it open as wide as the buttons allowed.
"When's the last time we made love somewhere other than the bedroom, Wanda baby?" He had taken up a New Jersey-Joe Pesci accent, which usually made her laugh. This time, it made her tingle.
"1995?" she replied, teasing him with a wiggle of her hips.
"We don't have to be anywhere for a while, do we?" he asked, and then began to kiss her lightly across her neck. After a few moments of this attention, with her tits being manipulated by his hands the whole time, Wanda turned and faced her husband. His arms went around her hips and he dug into her butt with his fingers. He kissed her firmly.
Wanda pushed him back and said, "Seriously, Frank, we don't have time to get undressed and then redressed. Not to mention take another shower."
"That's okay," Frank grinned. He took a step back and as his hands went to his trousers he said, "We've always got time for a little head, don't we?" He quickly unzipped his slacks, reached inside, and pulled his fat cock out. Wanda looked down at his flaccid flesh, knowing what he was asking even before he said, "I could use a quick blow job."
Wanda took her husband's familiar cock in her hand and began to squeeze and tug on it. She had hoped he would kiss her again, yet when it was obvious he wasn't interested in romance, she went to her knees before her husband. It took his cock some time at his age to get fully hard, and lately she had to have its bulbous head in her mouth to really get him going. It had been some time since she'd given Frank a straight-up blow job, and as her warm mouth engulfed his flesh it quickly grew longer and harder.
"Oh, that's my girl," Frank sighed as his cock grew in her mouth. "Suck daddy's little helper to life." Wanda sucked and slurped at his manhood as it began to fill her mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth, something she always enjoyed about her husband. He wasn't all that long, only four or five inches, but she enjoyed how thick he was. Her pussy was already awakening, thinking about being stretched by Frank's "beer-can" cock once again.
Frank stroked his hands through her head of hair, freshly cut and colored by her friend, Lisa. Frank liked Lisa Hayworth, and the image of that tall, slim, blonde filled his mind as his cock filled his wife's mouth. He would like to get that hot piece of ass into bed, he thought, even as his balls were stroked by Wanda's fingernails. He looked down on her head as she continued for a few more minutes to slurp loudly upon his dick. He imagined, however, that it was Lisa on her knees, and his balls began to tighten at that thought.
