I'm used to writing multi-part series or epically long stories. I wanted to try writing a short, sexy story for a change and I hope you enjoy it for its content as well as its brevity. I've decided to dedicate this story to my beautiful, sexy wife. May she never discover the erotica I write late at night while she sleeps!
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I rolled out of bed as the shrill alarm sounded on the nightstand right next to my ear. I already pushed the snooze button once but the alarm's incessant beeping finally spurred me to action. After silencing that damnable appliance I stumbled to my bedroom door in a barely lucid state. My foot kicked one of my son's toy trucks across the room but I barely even registered the pain as it stubbed my toe. My grogginess dissipated though when I smelled the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen. That was very nice of my wife to make coffee this early, though I knew she needed it more than I did. I followed the sound of my wife's stand mixer echoing from down the hallway to the kitchen. It's mechanical whirring made a quiet purring noise to go along with my wife's barely audible humming.
I walked into the kitchen in my zombie-like state and saw my wife standing at the kitchen counter. She had already been awake for hours, trying to get herself ready and take care of some work before she left for her job. She had been working so hard lately, staying awake until late into the night and then getting up early to ensure she stayed caught up with the demands of her job. I had hardly gotten to spend any time with her the last few weeks.
She busied herself this morning by baking a cake for her coworker's birthday. She spooned the batter from the stand mixer into a bundt mold sitting on the counter. She had showered already and stood in the kitchen clad only in her red bathrobe. She curled her hair every day, and her long dark hair had been twisted tightly by the red curlers she wore strewn about her hair. I was clad simply in my pajamas, a plain white t-shirt with gray cotton gym shorts. While I got up just in time to shower and change before the kids awoke, she rose at 4am to ensure that everything was ready and in perfect order before the day began. I never understood how she did it every day. She was incredible.
She looked back at me as she heard me walk in and gave me a beautiful smile. "Good morning, honey bunny."
I yawned and replied, "Good morning, dear." I gazed up and down her body as she stirred the batter evenly inside the cake mold to prepare it for baking. I noticed her bare feet touching the floor, with a single toe tapping in place. It was a tic she only displayed whenever she felt nervous or impatient. The back of her bare legs below her knees was visible under the hem of her robe.
"You look gorgeous," I told her.
She barked a laugh and replied unbelievingly, "I doubt that. My hair is still in curlers, I haven't put any makeup on yet, and I'm just in my robe. Not exactly the model look for Vanity Fair."
"You have no idea how attractive you are right now," I said honestly. She looked radiant with a contented smile upon her face. If only she knew the nasty things I would do to her if she would allow me to. I walked over to her and stood behind her with the front of my shorts pressed against her back of her robe. I grasped her by the hips before sneaking my hands underneath her robe to feel her bare legs. My hands took ahold of the bare skin of her wide hips, shapely thighs, and meaty buttocks. My fingers ran up and down her skin and I squeezed the fleshiest parts of her in my palms. Blood rushed to my cock to harden my member while I felt her. She had to be able to feel the stiffness forming against her backside. I groaned as she pushed her plump bottom back against my cock, telling me silently that she desired satisfaction. I lowered myself to my knees and sat beneath her glorious form. I desired nothing more than to kneel and worship her heavenly pussy. She never even looked back as I lifted the hem of her robe up to her waist. She kept right on preparing her cake as if nothing I did was of any consequence.
I lifted my wife's robe to reveal her full, naked buttocks. She still carried a little bit of extra fat since having the last baby nine months ago. She complained constantly about how fat she looked but I loved her body this way. It wouldn't be long before she slimmed back down to her normally skinny frame and I wanted to cherish the extra curves and flesh of her body while they still remained. I threw the robe over my head and put my hands on her ass to squeeze and massage her meaty buns for half a minute before spreading them apart. Her asscheeks felt fantastic in my hands, soft, warm, and full. My fingers pried apart her buttocks to reveal her hairy pussy. Dark, curly fur trailed up from where the hair surrounded her pussy to ring around the rim of her anus. She didn't allow me to go down on her often enough that she felt compelled to keep her pubis trimmed, but luckily I enjoyed a nice hairy bush.
Even after watching my wife give birth twice, her vagina still held its mysterious allure. The color of her pussy was perfect; the light brown lips of her labia barely covered the pink inside of her vagina. I licked my lips as I drank in the sight and smell of her glorious love box. I had sampled the taste of her delicious pussy several times before, but it had been a long time since I last had an opportunity. The window shades hung wide open and if one of the neighbors was looking they could easily see what we were doing. I knew that wouldn't deter my wife though, she got off on the idea that someone might catch us being naughty. The kids wouldn't be up for a little while still and I might not get another chance today. I couldn't help myself, something about her turned me on unlike any other woman had ever been able to.
I stuck my tongue out and placed it right on the opening of her pussy. Her vagina already glistened with wet arousal. She was ready and waiting for me. My wife gasped and then sighed as my tongue licked up the slit of her pussy, but otherwise she had no visible reaction. She went on as if nothing unusual were taking place, continuing to bake her cake as I ate her. My hands moved down to her legs and I ran them up and down her curvy thighs. I licked, nibbled, and sucked on her pussy lips for a minute before moving my tongue to her vaginal opening and attempting to insert my tongue inside her. Having just showered, her vagina possessed no discernible odor or flavor that I could detect. Just the taste of sweet flesh. She must be ovulating this week, her vaginal secretions were thick and stuck to my tongue as I licked her insides.
I placed my hands back upon her asscheeks and spread them wider apart so my tongue could reach further inside her. To achieve a position where I could eat her more comfortably, I moved my head so that the tip of my nose rested on her anus. Now my tongue could reach her slit without straining my neck. I breathed in the faint musky aroma of her asshole that even a shower couldn't wholly eradicate. This was probably the closest my wife would ever let me get to playing with her asshole. I had become so turned on that my erection throbbed against my pajama shorts and I felt the secretions of precum staining the cloth. I rested my hands on her hips and held her body to my mouth as I ate her with even greater vigor. My wife could no longer mask the sensations I was making her feel. She moaned and pressed her hands to the counter. She pushed her backside against my mouth, silently begging me to continue getting her off with my tongue. I was all too happy to comply.
As my tongue worked its way in and around her pussy, I heard more sounds of pleasure escape her lips. I could tell she was nearing an orgasm as her breaths became shorter but louder. I pushed my lips and tongue against her pussy and shook my head against her genitals to try and cover my face with her vaginal juices. My body bobbed up and down as I worked my mouth against her pussy which caused my erection to rub against the cotton fabric of my shorts. Pleasing her while being stimulated by my cock rubbing against my clothes caused my own body to near orgasmic pleasure.
I felt her body and tremble and shake. She had reached the precipice of the release of her pleasure and she was about to go over the side of that cliff. She tried to keep from crying too loudly and waking the kids while at the same time enduring an unbearable amount of pleasure. The result was that she emitted a quiet, but high-pitched screeching as she climaxed. She cried, "Fuuuccckkk!" as her orgasm occurred. I felt a rush of delicious fluid pour into my open mouth as she came. The effect was so intoxicating that I felt the throbbing of my penis intensify until semen erupted out of my cock to mess my shorts. The pleasure felt so intense that I pulled my wife's pussy tightly to my mouth. It felt like I was trying to drink in the essence of her body as I mashed my face against her vagina. I had a strange sudden wish that my entire head could fit inside her pussy as the two of us climaxed simultaneously.
