Chuck and Lorraine had been married for 27 years. One might think that would make them pretty far along in age, but they had gotten married young - Chuck had been 20, and Lorraine 18, just out of high school. Chuck was an average looking guy - age had left him with a balding head that had a small "island" of hair at the top of his forehead ("every man should have his own personal island", he would often joke). He had a little more than a "dad bod" which he was constantly trying to fix by laying off the night-time cookies and chips, and an average-size dick. He had a great sense of humor, and a super-active imagination, which he used often when thinking on his lovely wife.
Lorraine was an average lady - about 50lbs overweight, 5'6", with blondish hair and a beautiful smile to match her ocean-blue eyes. The one thing that wasn't average on her was her tits. They were huge - 38DD. Chuck regularly took the opportunity to get lost in them. Lorraine loved to laugh, and often said that her "happy place" was in the garden. She was shy, fairly introverted and had been affected by the "toxic purity" culture of the 80's, which meant she grew up believing that sex was a dirty thing that you did in secret, but didn't dare talk about.
Both of them had average jobs making average salaries. Nothing was particularly remarkable about their lives. They took pride in how their property looked, and in the quality of the friends they had. All three of their kids were entering adulthood, so Chuck and Lorraine were at the very beginning of the "empty nest" stage. They were particularly excited about this. One thing that had hampered their sex life throughout their marriage was the proximity of their kid's bedrooms - especially their daughter's, who they shared a very thin wall with. They'd jokingly, and very privately, dubbed her "the sex gestapo". She was a bookworm and was almost always in her bedroom, so they rarely got a chance to "get loud", so to speak. It was only on very rare occasions over the last 5 or 6 years that Chuck and Lorraine were actually alone in the house, and could let loose.
They had a secret code for those nights - they called them "Rocky Road" nights. That code had come from the regular inside joke that most of the sex they had was pretty vanilla, seeing as they had to be super quiet and cognizant of the kids always being around. When Rocky Road nights came around, they could pull out all the stops. Those were the nights that the tote hidden underneath a bunch of boxes in their closet would be brought out - the tote full of toys.
Those nights would usually be preceded by a text sent by one of them that went something like this - "the kids are all at activities tonight. Feel like having some ice cream after dinner? I was thinking maybe some Rocky Road..." When those texts came thru from Lorraine, Chuck had to make sure he spent the rest of the work day seated in a chair, lest his raging hard on be seen by a co-worker.
But now, empty nest season had arrived, and they both felt like kids in a Baskin Robbins ice cream store - 31 flavors at their fingertips. And they were finding themselves more than happy to make up for lost time.
Chuck thought his wife was the sexiest woman on the planet. He fantasized about her constantly, and loved everything about her physical appearance. He loved pulling up an outdoor chair and enjoying a beer while she bent over in front of him, weeding in her garden, the outline of her pussy lips bulging against her tight cotton shorts. She smiled with shy delight whenever he did that, pretending not to notice. Chuck felt like could stare at her ass all day, imagining burying his face deep into her from behind.
He loved to trace his fingers down the center of the small of her back when she rode him, until he reached the sexy shelf where the top her huge ass met her back. He loved grabbing on to her tremendous, soft hips and holding on for dear life while she rode him. He loved squeezing the rolls of her fat stomach as she ground her clit on him (that drove her particularly wild). He loved feeling the soft, cushy cheeks of her ass spread her own juices all over his balls.
Lorraine was also super flexible, and he loved taking total advantage of that, like when he locked the crook of the back of her knees over his shoulders as he slid his cock in and out of her from above. She had a perfectly proportioned, soft, sexy body, and he loved exploring every square inch of her.
Over the years, as the opportunities for Rocky Road sex had come up, they'd explored each other more and more, getting into all sorts of kinky things. This was a slow metamorphosis over time, as Lorraine's upbringing had left her full of shame and guilt about sex. Slowly but surely, the walls came down, and many of the things that had been off limits at the beginning of their marriage were now things she breathlessly begged him to do. In this empty nest season, they had really hit their stride.
And now, they had the house all to themselves. They lived pretty far into the country, so in fact they even had the outdoors to themselves. Occasionally they would fuck in the yard, like after Chuck had become overcome with desire from seeing her walking around, her ass shaking back and forth. He would come up behind her and reach his hands around, cradling her soft, heavy tits. He always had perfect aim, finding her nipples with his fingertips with ease. When that happened, she moaned with deep pleasure, knowing what was coming.
He would slip her pants and panties down and slide his rock hard cock into the crevice of her ass, which was slippery with sweat from gardening, and begin rubbing his tip against the brown crinkle of her asshole. She would moan with pleasure and anticipation, and her pussy would immediately begin flowing. She would fall to the grass on her hands and knees, pointing her ass up at him, inviting him to enter her, and he would with a long smooth stroke, making her gasp in pleasure. These times were usually ferociously hot and passionate, resulting in a quick orgasm for Chuck, but the lead up to his explosion was always full of anticipatory talk as he would work her up for the main event which would come later in the evening. He would stare at her perfect, delicious asshole while he fucked her, and tell her how he was going to take it for himself, and just the speaking of those words would cause her to cum hard, bucking back against him, at which point he would lose control and fill her deep, tight pussy with his cum.
It was a Wednesday in early September. Wednesdays were Chuck's day off, so he was home working on the lawn. It was noon, which was Lorraine's lunch break and she sent him a text. "I'm feeling like Rocky Road tonight. And maybe a few other choice flavors as well!" She signed the text with a wink emoji.
Chuck didn't hear the phone go off, and didn't notice the text until about 1, so by the time he responded she was back on the floor of the store and her phone was in her locker. He knew that, so he simply responded, "I'm your ice cream man...." Then, having been inspired, he keyed up Van Halen on his ear buds, cranked it up and got back to work. For the rest of the afternoon as he worked on the lawn though, he could think of nothing else but what the evening would bring.
5pm rolled around, and Lorraine texted that she was leaving work. "Do you want dinner ready when you get home?", he responded.
"No. Dessert first."
Clearly, she was feeling a certain type of way. The anticipation in his groin exploded, and he started to get some things ready. The toy tote was unearthed from the closet, and he began looking through it for some choice items, setting them onto his bedroom pillow. Then he checked her location on his phone and saw that she was 5 minutes away, so he took off his clothes and jumped in the shower and behand washing off the dirt and sweat from the day's work.
Lorraine pulled in the drive and headed into the house. She immediately heard the shower running and smiled to herself, because that's exactly where she hoped he'd be. She quickly took her clothes off, left them in a heap in the hallway, and opened the door to the bathroom. "May I join you?", she asked. "I would like nothing more", he replied, so she pulled back the curtain and slid in. Their shower was small, with barely enough room for both of them, so she turned her back to him as she got in and squeezed up tight against him, feeling his rock hard cock poking into the small of her back. Chuck squeezed some soap onto his hands and began massaging her back and kissing the back of her neck, and asked how her day had gone. "The usual", she responded, not wanting to talk anout her mundane job. "The lawn looks really nice!", she redirected.
He said thank you, and noted to her with a smile in his voice how difficult it was to ride the mower with a raging hard-on all afternoon. She giggled and said, "Was that on account of me?".
"You know it, Sweet Cheeks." Lorraine smiled. Sweet Cheeks wasn't just a term of endearment for his lovely wife, it held a special, secret meaning which always evoked a shudder and a smile. it was his soecial way of evoking something very dirty snd kinky, without using the explicit words. she was always thankful for the way he was considerate of her hang-ups.
"Good, I'm glad. I like you hard", she responded.
Chuck worked his soapy hands around her front, as she lifted her arms into the air. He lathered up her huge tits, cradling them, and paying special attention to the tender, sensitive sides. That was a place he had discovered by accident that always caused her to react with pure pleasure.
