Morticia smiled at Gomez and Fester, the kind of smile that said, I know you don't want to do what I ask, but if you do, then I will make it worth your while.
"Morticia, There's a thunderstorm coming; we could go outside ..." Gomez whined hopefully. "...And fly kites?" Morticia finished, "Tempting, but I had planned to clean and move the bedroom furniture today, and you said you would help."
Turning to his brother, Gomez replied, "That's right, I did."
"Gomez, Fester, Eh bien, nous sommes le temps!"
"Morticia, French!" Gomez jumped to her side and began kissing her arm. Quickly working his way up to her neck as he moved behind her, he pushed aside her long black hair. As Gomez kissed and lightly bit her neck, he held her waist with his left hand and slowly brought it up to her left breast. With his right hand, he pulled the zipper on her tight black dress down her back until it stopped just below her buttocks. He gazed upon her bare flesh and knew she wore nothing under it. She rarely did.
While Gomez was eyeing her back, Fester watched wide-eyed as Gomez played and kneed her left breast. Both her nipples stood erect and showed through her black dress. Morticia, watching Fester, smiled at him. She was enjoying the attention and effect her husband's fondling had on her. Her dress dropped down her shoulders, showing a lot of cleavage and most of her left tit, stopping just above her areola where Gomez's hand held her; her right breast was exposed to just above the nipple. An exhibitionist, she was enjoying Fester watching her as his brother felt her up.
"I meant we were wasting time getting to work. We'll play later, my dear."
"We will?" Gomez asked with hope in his voice.
"Yes, everyone who helps redecorate can play." She said as she lifted her dress back up but let some of it fall until she fully showed her right tit and nipple to Fester. "Now zip me back up before my dress falls off."
Gomez and his brother smiled as they looked at Morticia. "Fester! We can hope!"
"Yes...and you two may get your wish," she added.
"Tish, A menage e'tois?" Gomez asked as he reached down into his wife's dress and felt her bare ass before taking the zipper in hand and reluctantly zipping up Morticia's dress.
"Fester, would you like to play with us?" She asked him as Gomez took her breasts in his hands and again began feeling up his wife through her dress. She smiled at her husband's attention.
"Can we play my favorite?" Fester wanted to know, hopefully.
"Only if you stay with us and help finish the work!" Morticia said sternly. She reached over to the bell rope and pulled it one time. A loud gong rang, and instantly, Lurch was standing in front of her.
"You raaanng?" He ignored Gomez fondling his wife while he kissed her neck.
"Yes, Lurch, we will be upstairs redecorating our bedroom." She told their butler. "And after," looking directly at Fester, she continued, "we may require your assistance."
With a sour look, he moaned, "Yes, Mrs. Addams."
Gomez was sitting in the window alcove in the bedroom, watching the angry dark clouds in the distance. Lighting flashed, and a low peal of thunder came half a minute later. His gaze turned toward the chicken coop and fenced-in yard next to the family graveyard.
Grand-ma-ma had been raising chickens and other animals for Kitty, Morticia's pet lion. She had been experimenting with growing a four legged larger chicken but had only succeed in getting several white, three wing, three legged fowl. The last one had speckles and was rather ill tempered.
The animals were jumpy at the flashes of light and sound. The white-speckled hen was half running and half hopping around from one end of the run to the other. Gomez focused on her for a moment. That one had been trouble, bullying the other hens. She would probably be Kitty's next meal. He then turned to the dark clouds, and a flash of lightning lit the horizon.
Morticia was on her knees and elbows with her head in one corner of the room. Her behind, nicely framed by the very tight dress, was up in the air. You could see where the dress was pulling between the checks of her rear. Fester was also on his knees behind Morticia. He was staring at her butt.
Gomez said out loud, "I always liked this view."
"So do I." Fester agreed with a big sigh.
Morticia smiled, knowing what both of her men were looking at and what they could see.
"Fester, I need some light."
Fester reached into his robe and produced a light bulb. Putting it into his mouth, he crawled up next to his sister-in-law. The bulb then flared into life.
"Not so bright Fester, you'll scare my little darlings."
The light dimmed until it was just above a candle flame.
"Come here." Morticia cooed. She reached into the corner, gently gathered small spiders from their webs, and gently placed them in a jar. She and Fester moved to the next one when she was done in the corner. They repeated this in all the corners of the room. Morticia stood up when they had gathered all the spiders they could find. She walked over to the window and, looking up, said. "I want them to build some nice new webs over the window." Morticia was too short to reach the top. Looking at Gomez, she raised an eyebrow.
