HHA Stay in bed

From Create Your Own Story

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Current revision as of 19:07, 14 May 2020

Fuck it. You worked all week. Its nice to just stay in bed for a bit.

"Hmm, morning."

You turn to see Chelsea looking at you, blinking sleepily. "You been awake long?" she asks drowsily.

"Nah, just woke up. Did you sleep well."

She flashes a sly smile at you and stretches. "After that pounding you gave me last night, I think I could have sleep through anything. Where you get your stamina, I'll never know."

Feeling mischievous, you quickly turn and swing your leg over her. At the same time you grab her arms and hold them to the bed. She gasps in surprise, with you now straddling her hips, gently pinning her down.

Recovering from her surprise, she laughs throatily, "You brute, you." The look she gives you clearly tells you she's willing for anything you might have in mind.

You lean down and kiss her. She returns the kiss eagerly, but you break off after just a moment.

"My stamina comes from having a wife as beautiful as you." You kiss her again.

Then you slide your hand up her arm, over her shoulder to her neck. She gasps again when your hand grabs her firmly by the throat. Her mouth hangs open as she tries to breathe, but there's no mistaking the glint of arousal as she looks up at you.

You smile, "and as deviant as I am."

You hold her there until her body starts to reflexively writhe from the lack of air. Finally, you release her, and she gasps, taking in great breaths of air. Her true feelings are evident in the way she shudders and smiles at you as she catches her breath. Her eyes are practically glowing with lust.

Leaning down you give her a quick kiss on the forehead, before rolling off of her onto your back.

"That's all for now, though," you say, closing your eyes, "maybe I'll ravish you later. For now I want to rest."

Chelsea laughs, and pokes you in the side. "Bastard," she says playfully, "you just wanted to get me wet. You like the idea of me making the kids breakfast with my pussy dripping."

You crack an eye. "I do like that idea, but we both know I don't need to do anything for that to happen," you give her an evil grin, "we both know you never wear panties under that nightgown of yours. You're just waiting for the day Josh has enough of his mother teasing him and bends you over the breakfast table."

Chelsea flushes, then smiles in turn. "A woman can dream, can't she." She leans over and kisses you again. "I'm glad you're a deviant," she says, "I don't know what I'd do if my husband had an issue with me wanting our son to fuck me."

With that, she climbs out of bed. You watch her as she throws on a short silk robe, which does little to conceal how short and diaphanous her nightgown is.

"You just stay here and rest your highness," she says as she opens the door, "while your dutiful wife slaves away making breakfast. Who knows," she adds, tossing a wicked smile over her shoulder. With her free hand she flips up the back of her robe, revealing her nicely round ass, clearly displaying her lack of underwear. "Maybe today will be the day."

As she leaves, the bedroom door closes, but does not latch.

You lay in bed, enjoying the quiet, but still remembering the sight of your wife's bare ass. You can't help but picture what would happen if she ever got what she wanted. If your son Josh ever did give in and take her. The thought stirs you, causing your already aroused cock to stiffen further. With nothing more pressing to do, you begin to lazily stroke yourself as you envision your wife bent over the kitchen table, you 18 year old son fucking her from behind.

At that moment, the door swings open...

• ...Your oldest daughter, Jessica, walks in
• ...Josh, himself, walks in
• ...Your youngest daughter, Miranda, walks in
• ...But no one's there, must have been the wind

You are:
Alex, age 38