Coming Home to Honey

I scored a job reporting to the Corporation President in Canada. This meant that I made a 3 week working trip to a rural region outside Montreal.

There, the work WIFI would reach to the nearby Bed & Breakfast place that was hosting me. This enabled me to call home and talk to my wife Honey twice a day. This eased the separation a little.

Coming home the last Friday involved being driven to Montreal, the flight to JFK, then to LAX and another home.

The lady at the Montreal airline counter made a big thing of me being allocated Seat 1A. Wondering if this was a first class up grade, I needn't have bothered. On the Eagle, this single seat is immediately at the front door, so you bump your head on the overhead locker when you try to sit down. The seat is located across from the toilet, ⁰and the cushion is your floatation device. The only good thing about the 90 minute flight was the overhead view of New York before landing.

Once I get to JFK, I just have to wait. The airline for this cross country flight has overbooked seats and I was offered US$1500 + accommodation to give up my seat and go tomorrow.

I want to get to my Honey, so I politely declined and just wait to eventually board the plane. The flight to LAX was uneventful. Off that plane. Wait a while. Get back on the very same Jumbo for the international flight home.

Crossing over the international date line meant that I never had that Saturday and I arrived sometime in the early hours of Sunday morning. I grabbed a highway coach for the 2 hour trek home. My phone was blowing up with the kids wanting my location. So I kept texting them every 20 minutes or so. This was mixed with calls, which only increased everyone's excitement to see Daddy.

Eventually, the coach pulls up to let me out at the front of my lane. Our kids are waiting for me, jumping around and obviously so excited. Together we walk down our long driveway to the house.

Honey greets me with a lovely hug and kiss. She snuggles into my chest and her head comes up to my chin. I feel her ample chest on mine as she squeezes my buns. I always enjoy her wearing the white silk nightie with green poker dots. I imagine her white under pants beneath perhaps.

Number one son manoeuvres my roller suit case into the lounge room. I unzip it and distribute gifts to everyone. I remove and present an NFL foot ball, Elvis metal posters, stuffed Canadian plush toys, maple syrup, things like that and Chanel No19 from LAX for Honey.

The kids run out to the yard with yelling and the football.

Honey whispers "I've missed you! Come with me and lock the bedroom door behind you."

I've only been home 5 minutes!

She leads me by the hand me into our bedroom. I close and lock the door. I move over to the window and see the kids devising a new game with the ball, throwing and kicking it around our big yard.

In the meantime, Honey has shed her poker dots as well as the white undies while crawling onto the bed.

"Hurry up, I need you."

I tell her " I want a shower."

To which she replies "I don't care, I want you now. I've waited long enough."

So I lose my clothes very quickly. Junior has already had the brain message that Honey is nude, so blood is rushing where it needs to. If I was in the army, he'd be standing to attention with a salute.

She slides over into the middle of the bed. I move my head to the middle of her body as I wanted my tongue to give her a work out.

She grabs me by the ears and gently moves me up to her. "Not today Sweetheart, later. I just want you. All of you."

I don't need to be told twice, so I find the entrance to home and slide in. It is so wet just waiting for me. I do this in one motion for maximum effect. The enjoyment on Honey's face is priceless.

Even though I'm on top, after I settle in, she does this swirl action with her hips. The effect is difficult to describe, but given I am inside her and she feels like a velvet glove wrapped around me, I am as happy as a camper.

She starts squeezing her muscles around my shaft. Her 3 C Sections for child birth have kept her tight. My time away, her actions since my arrival home, the anticipation, her wanting for me, her being so direct. Wow. Who are you and what have you done with my wife? This is just great.

The swirl movement of her hips, squeezing of my shaft, the tightness of her body, powerful full length thrusts meant that it doesn't take long for us both to red line.

We are lying there in each others arms, still connected, then we hear a knock on the door. Honey pushes me off with her left hand and rolls off the bed. She walks into our ensuite, leans into the shower and turns it on. I slip on shorts and a T Shirt to find out which of our little ones is there.

Our Number 2 son wants me to come down and toss the football around with them. This day can't improve much more.

An hour of fun with the kids, then I come upstairs.

Honey and I give each other a knowing smile and I make us coffee.

I offer, "How about I have a quick shower and we go to the place we like at Cardiff for a buffet lunch.''

Not waiting for an answer as I already know it, I turn and head to the shower.

I hear "Sure, I'll get the kids dressed."

So 15 minutes later, I feel clean, freshly dressed, not frustrated anymore, ready for family lunch and really happy. Who wouldn't be!

We jump into the Nissan Patrol and I drive us to the place. Getting a table is easy enough. Food is plentiful and the place has a busy hubbub about it. Our kids are making a big fuss of me, getting me this and that from the buffet and drinks.

Weariness is starting to creep over me toward the end of lunch. We have to collect some jewellery for Honey at The Junction. While she is in the shop to flash the fantastic plastic, I'm amazed to think that yesterday, I was in New York on the other side of the planet.

Honey comes out with her cluster ring refinished and we head home so I can go to bed. I settle in, Honey closes the door and guides our kids to our media room downstairs to play games. Sleep comes easily and I wake sometime around dinner but am not hungry.

Honey has fed the children and I want to engage with everyone, as it's so nice to be home. We play a board game until it is their bed time and we tuck them all in. My fatigue still has me a little fried. I don't ask Honey for a repeat performance and leave her be. If she wants me, she can make the move, but realise its not something she really does.

The next morning, I hear a rattling of pots and utensils in the kitchen next to our bedroom. I get up, clean my teeth and start the day.

Honey is in the kitchen making pasta from scratch. This is one of the things we do.

She is standing at the end of the kitchen bench next to the grocery cupboard. The flour, eggs, milk and whatever else she needs is on the bench in front of her. Her blond poodle sits in the corner watching her, as she is never far away from Honey.

I come out to hear "Good, you're up, you can help me."

By the time on my watch, she has already gotten our kids to school, so It's just us at home.

I notice that she is only wearing the white underpants with the transparent back panel, my favourite. i get a lovely view of her arse.

As she is so near, it is easy to come up behind her and massage her shoulders.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good."

I rub her back from shoulders to hips until I feel the need to reach around her front with both hands and squeeze her ample tits. They are goldilocks breasts. Not too big, not too small, just right. Both hands are full.

My chest is now pressed against Honey's back and my hands travel south, under the front of her elastic, through some short hair and circle her clit. I don't directly touch it, but place 2 fingers either side of the vertical slit and play in the vicinity.

Eventually I separate the folds of her skin and touch her clit. The reaction is like I've hit her detonator.

Over the last 15 years, we've only had sex in the kitchen twice before. Different ways, but all standing up. Today will make it 3.

Honey leans forward resting her elbows on in the flour on the bench. I gently grasp the elastic of her under pants and move them down her body to the floor.

She steps out of them and widens her stance to help me, which allows me to insert my thumb into her body. With my thumb inside, I use my index finger to stimulate her clit.

Honey is now very wet and I think that it is time for the next step. I replace my thumb with Junior. Swapping them is easy as the entrance too is now wet and I move straight into her. She gives a little grunt and lays her torso into the flour on the bench.

My gentle strokes become more determined. I've missed this girl so much and I'm making up for lost time now.

Honey is receiving long strokes with full force. I notice movement from her as one hand makes its way to her clit while I'm doing my best work.

Huge emotion hits her at once and she gives a little shudder. I back off her a bit and stop.

I'm thinking that this is a day for different, so while I'm still inside her, I reach over into the grocery cupboard. What I lift out is a gallon can of olive oil and place it firmly next to us on the bench. That states my intentions.

Honey gets the general idea immediately and I hear "Really!"

I want what I want, and don't have time to go to the next room to get the KY Jelly from the bedside table. It will break the mood and that's not what I want. Besides, I know what Honey likes.

I unscrew the lid and tip oil onto my hand and scoop it around and into Honey's rear hole. I then wrap my oily hand around Junior and liberally coat him too.

Honey reaches behind her with a hand on each ass cheek and pulls them apart to fully expose and offer herself to me.

Although her star fish is not wide open, I fit myself up to her and she moves back onto me a little. I hold position and just wait.

She wiggles me a little. I had put plenty of oil on us, so enough mucking around, I push all the way in.

I bottom out and Honey now gives a low long groan. My pubic hair is now right up against her back door. The front of my thighs are touching her hamstrings. Soon they will be banging into each other. I can't go any further home and just stay still to enjoy one of my 3 favourite things in life. Her mouth, front door or ass. Take your pick.

All her holes are different joy. Although she has stopped using her mouth on me since post natal depression, I have enjoyed it the once since, but know how talented and varied her tongue can be. If it were Olympic Gymnastics, she would get a 10. Her box is so tight and she is always so warm and wet for me. Normal sex with her is pure joy.

When she originally came to live with me and were fucking every night, we sort of stumbled onto anal sex. It was nice for her to be a Virgin at it and we figured it out lovingly. She enjoys it and the act is so intense. The nice thing is that it stayed on the menu for 22 years until her big operation.

As Honey is lying flat on her front over the kitchen bench, she says "I need you to give me a good fucking now."

I oblige, and stroke away. Her anal fist is clenching Junior in a vice like manner.

Lust takes over as my fingers curl into her hair as she lays on the bench. I grab clumps with both hands and start thrusting into my girl with gusto. She is now on tippy toes. I can hear her expel another groan as I bottom out each thrust.

I see her left shoulder lift to allow her arm to move and the left hand resumes work on her clit, again.

The olive oil is doing its job to allow me to glide in and out of Honey's arse with ease. Her finger is flicking away. I concentrate on her recent back tattoos to give me a distraction as not to cum.

Skin on skin, confinement on the bench as she bares my full weight, our nakedness in her kitchen, she's standing on her tippy toes, hair pulling, seven inches of oily dick up her arse as she works on her clit. This is all too much for her and ecstasy hits her like a lightning bolt.

This is too much for me. I pull her hair more, dick now lifts her toes off the wooden floor as each thrust bottoms out. This is getting very physical now.

I give a primal grunt and unload 24 hours of cum production into Honey.

We stay joined for a bit and don't move. I pull out, but place my left hand on honeys shoulder to keep her there. My right hand reaches for some paper towel and I rip some off.

I'm fully out of Honey now and clean her up. She turns around. Another towel allows me to be semi clean. Cum drips from me onto the floor. Honey is looking at my dick and notices this. We both give a little chuckle.

Honey smiles and says "You'll have to clean that up too."

This nude girl gives me a hug and kiss. She releases me, walks away and stops before turning right to walk into our bedroom.

Honey turns and says to me "You know, you should come home more often."

She smiles and goes to have a shower time.