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Subsluts make the best Wives
Overview - A Stressed Wife Gets What She Needs
The early morning light shone through the 4-paned suburban house window with a rainbow tinge.
The sprinklers were quietly chittering away as they dutifully dispersed droplets of water infront of the respectable house.
It was a fine morning. The older kids had ridden off on their bikes to school half an hour ago and the birds were singing.
Jeniffer hobbled across the kitchen with a slight hunch in her back as she carried the dirty plates and cutlery to the kitchen sink. She had not gotten a good night's sleep.
Her horny pussy had kept her awake almost all last night, and her husband had refused to fuck her properly because she couldn't keep her mouth shut like a respectable wife. She had quietly splashed a weak load onto the sheets under her crotch, but was far from satisfied.
She had not been able to return the inquiring silent looks of her children that morning as they quietly ate their pancakes and bacon.
Her 4 older children were extremely messy, not to mention that her husband was a large hungry man too. Her recent 1 year old baby still sat in the chair staring amiably at her.
Jennifer was only 23 but she was a highly experienced mother, and had been since she got pregnant at 18.
Her 5ft 3 stature was rather short but she still stood taller than most women on account of her usually perfect posture.
She had long pale blonde hair and large bright blue eyes which usually had an intelligent fiesty twinkle to them.
This morning however, she looked rather downtrodden and ashamed. She had been rather vocal in the early hours of the morning as her husband tried to silently pleasure her.
She was glad, but also ashamed, that he had been forced to place a hand over her mouth because she couldn't quietly handle his cock in her.
Her lack of sexual self-control could be very frustrating for him, especially when other people were trying to sleep.
She wore frilly-white knickers under a white dressing gown with elbow length sleeves which did little to hide her heavy slightly sagging 85 S cup breasts.
Jennifer's cleavage was heavy, dense and firm, with a network of thin blue veins near the areolas. They were the most beautiful natural breasts any man would see in his entire life.
Before becoming a mother, her breasts had been large and firm (D-cup to be precise) but after her 3rd child they had grown to become almost a nuissance. She loved her breasts but they were rather sensitive and heavy.
The mother was thankful that her hungry baby was so relentless in relieving the tension in them.
She turned on the tap and waited for the hot water to start coming out. As she looked around for the washing up liquid, her baby started crying.
That sound always made her so nervous and distressed. She immediately turned around and walked to her crying baby.
"... Shhhh Shhh..." She said as she lifted the little baby girl out of her baby seat. All her attention was focussed on the beautiful child.
Her pains and concerns were forgotten as she opened the left hem of her robe and allowed her huge breast to open up before the baby's face.
The large plate-sized areolas were dark pink and protruded quite far from her creamy white breast tissue with a thick 1 inch nipple sagging downwards slightly. Her breast tingled as she anticipated the hot mouth.
She rocked the baby as it suckled her until suddenly she felt warm water slowly encircling her feet.
"... Oh noooo...." she muttered as she turned around slowly to find the sink overflowing.
The baby started crying again as she put it down in its chair. The water kept spreading across the tiled floor.
She cursed silently under her breath as she turned off the tap. Her baby's crying was like finger nails on a chalk board to her stressed mind.
She reached into the borderline boiling hot water to grab the plug. Her baby's crying only increased in intensity as even more water slopped over the edge of the sink.
A normal woman would not have willingly put their hand into such hot water, but Jane was far from normal.
The tired house mother enjoyed the scalding pain of the water on her delicate skin. it wasn't literally boiling, but it was hot enough to turn her skin as red as a cooked lobster as she fished for the plug.
She found it and pulled. Pleasure flooded her mind as her arm acclimatized to the hot water.
Only as the last of the water drained down the sink and cold air kissed her scalded skin did she notice that her baby was still crying and that water had spread to the carpet in the living room.
She sighed as she looked out the window at her gorgeous deep green lawn.
A man who she vaguely knew was walking a dog along the pavement. He slowed down as he gazed casually through the window at her.
His expression changed to a look of surprise. Jane wondered why he was looking at her like that as she admired his fit physique. He was tall and middle-aged, not nearly as good-looking as her husband but with a certain charm which reminded of her father.
She vividly imagined him lying on top of her and holding her by the throat as he ploughed her.
"Daddy Daddy... Oh fuck me like a good little whore..." She vividly remembered herself saying 2 weeks ago. With her husband being in the house when her older kids were, their opportunities for sexual intimacy were uncommon. The thought caused her pussy to tingle slightly.
The man with the dog really Did Look similar to her father she realized.
He looked up and down the pathway, and then returned her lustful gaze with a broad sincere smile.
Then Jane realized why he was looking at her. Her gown had come open and her huge water melon S-cup breasts were hanging out like jewels in a window display.
She gasped and turned around. Hot sticky heat rose up her neckline and crawled upwards across the skin of her pretty face like golden syrup disobeying the law of gravity.
Jennifer finished tying up the rope on her gown and turned around. He was still standing there looking at her with a grin on his face. She frowned, feeling like a fool, and closed the curtains on the window gracelessly.
She needed to find where the mop was. Her baby's crying only continued, sadistically cutting through her thought processes. She was so stressed, she felt like she was going to explode.
Her husband James entered the kitchen with an undone belt and untucked white office shirt. He stopped at the edge of the tiles and sighed as he looked up at his wife who leaned against the sink with a red face and bright red right fore-arm.
He was taller than average at 6ft3 and had short thick brown hair with a slight layer of stubble. His eyes were light blue and had a watchful intelligent look to them.
"... Jenny?... Are you okay?..." He asked as he carefully trod through the thin layer of water to pick up the wailing baby. The little girl quietened down slightly as he amateurishly rocked her back and forth.
"... mmm... yeh.... I just... I don't know..." She mumbled as he walked over to her with the quietly crying child. She took the baby with eager arms, happy to have the little baby girl in her embrace once more.
"... honey... you can't just leave the kid crying like that..." He said as he walked over to the pantry and opened the door. Jennier quickly opened her gown again to offer a sausage-like nipple to the now jovial little baby.
"... I know.. I'm sorry... I just ... find it hard to think sometimes... I'm fine..." She muttered as looked down at the baby suckling her.
"... are you sure?... You don't look so good..." James said as he started mopping up the floor around her feet. The words "you don't look so good" stuck in Jennifer's mind. She looked up quickly at her husband with daggers in her eyes, assuming that he was implying she was unattractive.
He busily mopped away as she scrutinized him. The anger in her died down. She realized what he had actually meant and felt stupid because for her irrational emotional reaction.
Jennifer sighed as she looked back down and rocked the baby to and fro. It bit hungrily into her left nipple. A normal woman would have flinched in pain but Jane was accustomed to the pain, and even enjoyed the sensation on her leathery nipple as milk squirted out richly.
James whistled a thin tune as he mopped up the last puddle. He looked at his wife with a questioning look. She stood there against the sink breast feeding with a small mountain of dirty dishes tottering behind her. She hummed lovingly to her child but her mouth was slightly crooked with concern.
James looked at his watch. It was 8:30. He would have to leave for work soon. He glanced at his wife again. She returned his gaze with a pleading look.
The baby stopped suckling and fell asleep in her arms. Jennifer walked past him with a slight hunch in her back and a concerned expression as she took the baby to its cot upstairs.
James had seen that look before. His wife could be very emotional at times and that emotion could manifest itself as depression.
He followed her upstairs and watched as she put the sleeping baby in its crib.
"... What's the matter honey?... Don't you have work today?..." she asked as she wrapped her gown around her ample chest again. James' cock stirred as he admired her and pitied her sad face.
