Having left Afghanistan in the cloak of darkness, an unmarked CIA Lear jet approached company headquarters in Virginia early Monday morning.
Arriving home a full week early following his successful mission, Stan Smith was literally shaking at the thought of seeing his wife Francine now that they had entered a breathtakingly exciting new phase of their relationship. After twenty years of hiding behind a veil of sexual inhibition, last week she had revealed in a phone conversation that almost overnight she had morphed into a prototypical hot wife. No longer reserved sexually, she now fully embraced being desired by men and women, and loved the attention that her new openness brought.
"So Stan, after all of those recent hot pictures you showed us of that sexy wife of yours, what kind of surprises do you think she has planned for your arrival?" Asked agent Dick Reynolds as the plane approached for a landing.
"Yeah Stan, what's she got planned...and by the way, can I see that first picture of her again? You know the one where she was wearing the see through top." prodded agent Duper as the wheels of the plane set down on schedule at eight thirty a.m.
As Stan handed his satellite phone to Duper he became preoccupied with a collecting his supplies for the flight. While he stuffed his magazines and headphones into his back pack, Duper took the opportunity to openly forward all of the photos of Francine from Stan's phone to his own.
So much for a secure CIA phone.
After landing and retrieving his satellite phone from Duper's sweaty hands, Stan beat a hasty retreat to his big black SUV parked at the side of the hanger and drove home at breakneck speed. He knew the kids would be gone and that he would have his newly hot wife to himself this morning.
Meanwhile, back home at 1024 Cherry Street in Langley Falls, Francine Smith strolled confidently into the kitchen, the heels of her stunning white stilettos clacking against the tile floor as she excitedly anticipated her husband's pending arrival. Her entrance was greeted by a loud wolf whistle from Klaus the goldfish, perched on the top of his fishbowl on the kitchen island.
"Oh my; Klaus. I forgot you were in here." She lied as she brought her hands to her face in mock shock. Both palms lay flat on her cheeks, while her elbows pointed straight out to the sides, shoulder high. The effect achieved her desired purpose of putting her outfit fully on display for Klaus' visual enjoyment.
Klaus drank in the view of Francine, wearing yet another gift ensemble from the owners of the "Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store". This time she wore a long white robe that extended to her ankles and was opened generously on top to display lots of deep cleavage.
While not fully see through, the robe was very translucent. The sexy garment moved enough in the breeze as she walked to make out the very tiny G-string she was wearing. As she stood with her back to the morning sun shining brightly through the window, the outline of her strikingly curvaceous form was prominently revealed.
Her bra was a matching white shelf bra, a style that in recent weeks had swiftly become her favorite. It was the type of support garment that really did nothing more than provide obscene foundation, seductively holding up her quivering breasts but covering nothing. The dark tint of her protruding nipples was somewhat visible through the semitransparent fabric of the robe.
"Oh...My...Gott Franzine! Is that a new robe Flittchen? You look so erotische!" Klaus said, his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
"English Klaus." She glowed, knowing a compliment when she heard one, regardless of any language barrier. "What's 'erotische'and 'Flittchen'?" she inquired, having a feeling she already knew the answer to the first one.
"Erotic..." he grinned deviously, "und Slut."
"Aw; aren't you both sweet and nasty. You're making me blush and excited." She smiled, bringing her hands down from her cheeks and walking towards his bowl. "Do you really like my new robe? I thought the design stitched on the collar was so beautiful." she smiled.
The innocent look on her face belied her true intentions as she displayed the stitching for his inspection by gripping her left wrist at her belly button while squeezing her elbows inward. The action pushed her robe collar and her thinly cloaked breasts forward.
Klaus' eyes momentarily popped out of their sockets as he drank in the image of her pendulous breasts rocking towards his face. "Oh Gott! You are killing me with all of this constant teasing Franzine."
"Oh, really? Well if you don't enjoy it, I'll just stop. I had a great treat for you today; something I've been planning for several days. But if you can't handle a little bit of innocent flirtatious teasing I'll just forget it." She finished, playfully covering her exposed cleavage.
"WHAT!! NO; WAIT!" Klaus implored the sexy wife. "You can tease me...You can tease me. What do you have in mind" He begged.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" she smiled, casually letting go of the collar to her robe, letting the materials cascade naturally to reveal an even more expansive area of her big breasts.
"Ja Frau. I can handle it. What is my surprise?"
Grabbing his fish bowl, Francine headed for the stairs. As she reached the steps Klaus reached out with his tiny fish fins and aggressively slung the collars of her robe open, revealing the entirety of her firm bouncing breasts.
"Naughty boy." Francine playfully scolded the diminutive German spy as he clung to the top of the bowl as the water splashed below him. His eyes bounced up and down mirroring the motion of her heaving breasts. "You know I can't cover back up while I'm climbing the stairs with your bowl in my hands. Right now you could really take advantage of me and do anything to me that you wanted...but you better hurry up before we get to the bedroom and I put your bowl down. I'm going to cover up then."
Klaus saw the invitation in her eyes, and realized she could easily set the bowl down on the steps and retie her robe right now if she wanted to. He seized on the opportunity to leap out of his bowl, landing with a loud, wet *SLAP* on top of her big, rounded left boob.
"Heir Bin Jetzt" (Here I go) he yelled with enthusiasm before grasping her meaty boob in both his flippers, leaning over and inhaling her already stiff nipple into his mouth, his cheeks sucking inward as he created a strong vacuum. Locked tightly on her nipple, his momentum carried him over the soft summit of her jiggling boob, leaving his one pound body hanging in front of her like a Remora from a shark.
"Oh my God!" Francine exclaimed, never expecting Klaus to have such a strong suction...or to go right to the meat of the matter. "Oh Klaus..." her emotions shifted pace as she acknowledged the pleasant sensations shooting through her nipple because of the suction and weight hanging from her nipple.
The sight of the beautiful blonde MILF walking down the hallway, her thick boobs bouncing freely while carrying a fish bowl as an oversized goldfish orally hanging from her stiff nipple was comical to say the least.
Abruptly, Klaus felt himself being pulled by the tail from Francine's hard nipple. "SMACK!" The sound of his lips being pried from her sexually charged flesh filled the air as his suction was broken from her skin.
"What are we doing here?" he asked in confusion as he recognized that she had placed his bowl on the dresser in her bed room. He always slept in the hallway when he was upstairs.
"I know it's been frustrating for you, being in a goldfish body and all." She said softly as Klaus lowered his eyes in self-pity. "I also know you want this...really bad." She said as she stepped back and opened her robe to reveal her sexy body.
As Klaus gulped deeply, she continued. "I mean, who wouldn't want this?" she smiled charmingly. "If I can be honest with you Klaus; It makes me hot when you beg for me. And I love your personality." Klaus gulped a big swallow as she continued. "You hit me as being really kinky. I just dream wistfully about the stuff I imagine you would make me do for you. But I can't do a lot about that right now. Honestly, I'm not sure if I can ever do anything about that because I'm not sure you even have the right equipment. But I did think of a way for you to enjoy me vicariously."
