This is just a fun little Halloween idea I've been meaning to write up for a couple years. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please vote and leave a comment.
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Cheryl stood in the kitchen, her yellow gloved hands immersed in warm, sudsy water up to her wrists as she scrubbed the last of the burnt on tomato sauce from the lasagna pan. The kids were in bed for the night and Jim was ensconced in his big leather recliner, watching his fishing shows.
"Damn," she muttered softly, irritation bubbling over as a piece of congealed noodle abruptly gave way and splashed her pink sweater with the greasy water.
Knew I should have changed after work before I made dinner. Managed to make dinner without a mess and now this.
Tears threatened to stream from her eyes as she stared at her reflection in the dark window over the sink.
Of course, the mess wasn't the real problem. Her irritation compounded by the late hour set her down a well worn groove of sadness and anger.
How did I get here? I did everything I was supposed to. I got married, had children, worked hard at being a good wife, mother and kindergarten teacher.
The real problem was that Jim seemed to have lost all interest in sex with her. Cheryl was beginning to suspect that Jim was having an affair. It had been four months since they'd last had sex.
She glanced up at the clock. It was nine already. Add getting the kids costumes ready for Halloween the next night to the usual daily schedule, and Cheryl was beyond tired. She blew an errant strand of blond hair out of her blue eyes. It didn't help that she was in serious need of having her horns clipped.
Must be ovulating.
Cheryl felt sick inside at the thought that Jim might be having an affair. Once upon a time, it would have been unthinkable not to trust him completely, and he was home with the family every evening.
But affairs can happen in the daytime too.
She had tried to interest him, bought a new sexy nightie, made sure everything was nice in their bedroom after the kids had gone to bed. He had put her off time and again, saying he was "tired, just too tired." She had let it go at that for a while, even wondered if it was her. She knew she had put on a few pounds.
But so has he! I know there are a couple wrinkles where there weren't before, but I'm thirty-eight years old for God's sake!
It had only been last week that a younger man, late twenties maybe, had tried to pick her up in the book store, when she'd forgotten to put her rings on after putting lotion on her hands in the morning.
He was cute too.
She had tried to talk to Jim about the problem a couple times in the last month. At first he'd blown her off, then he'd blown up at her. "I work hard all day to support this family! Do you think I could get a little peace and quiet?"
Well, she worked hard too, keeping twenty five year olds on task all day was no mean feat. Then she came home and took care of their kids and fed them all dinner. That was when she had started to suspect he was having an affair. She hadn't done anything about it yet, like checking his phone or email.
I'm scared to know the truth.
What if he was having an affair? She'd always thought she'd never put up with something like that. She didn't want her daughter thinking it was okay to be walked all over. But now they had a life together and kids that needed both parents, and she loved the big idiot!
She cleared her throat as Jim walked into the kitchen. She watched him in the darkened window, expecting him to go to the fridge or the cupboard for a snack but she was shocked when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms firmly around her, just under her breasts, hips pressed into her backside and she felt the hard length of his arousal against her derriere. She'd always been very sensitive to having her ass massaged by any part of him and she felt her own juices begin to flow as she pushed back against the thrust.
"Jim! In the kitchen?" She was shocked but aroused at the rough handling. This was so unlike him! In response, he simply leaned in and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.
Cheryl released the lasagna pan and peeled off the gloves as Jim slid one hand up under her sweater and squeezed the satin cup covering her left breast, a bit roughly. Right at that moment she wanted nothing more than to turn around, push him down and straddle him right there, ride his cock to release.
She dropped the gloves and started to turn but Jim slid his hands down to her hips and thrust forward. He grabbed the edge of her sweater and yanked it up and off, forcing her arms up but she quickly grabbed the edge of the counter as he yanked her pants down to her ankles so they hobbled her.
He reached around her and slid a hand down the front of her panties to find her cleft and tease his finger along her labia then plunge it in, swirling it around in her wet pussy. He pulled it out to run along her folds to her clit and circle it, then rub her more firmly.
Cheryl moaned her encouragement and rolled her hips. She loved the feel of his hard body against the back of her and his work roughened fingers on her sex. She had missed this so much!
Jim groaned and thrust his hips forward again. Cheryl made a noise of disapproval as his finger left her clit and slid out of her panties, but he bit down gently on the top of her shoulder and pulled her panties down. She heard the zipper going down on his own pants.
Cheryl's heart was racing and she was excited by the rough way he was taking her right there in the kitchen. She smiled into the mirror like window.
