I had just came home from work one night.
My wife had called to tell me she was tired, so she just made a big of Hamburger Helper with a lb of cheese and two lbs of beans and just a hint of butt-blaster hot sauce.
I had a really bad day at work, what with my boss being his usual self, telling me how worthless I was and how his own five year old son could do a better job than me. So I wasn't in any mood to complain about her not making a home-cooked meal.
When I got home, I hung up my coat on the coat rack by the front door and headed into the kitchen.
My wife was dressed up in lingerie that left very little covered up, and you could see almost everything, her big nipples, her hairy pussy, her big, round ass.
My wife was young. I met her when she was 24. I had just gone through a bad divorce with my adulterous wife. Monica helped me forget her.
She had a pretty face. A girl next-door type of face, complete with red full lips, beautiful baby blue eyes, and platinum blond hair that was formed into a ponytail.
Her breasts were an HH cup, while her hips were 50 inches. Her skin was pale, as pale as powder; she never got enough sun, but her pale skin added further to her irresistible looks.
She was slightly over the usual weight for women. While she wasn't obese, she weighed 234 lbs with a bit of stomach fat, and some meat on her arms and legs.
I assumed, despite her being tired, she still wanted to have some fun in the bed.
She welcomed me home, kissed me on the lips, and we sat down to eat supper.
She asked me about my day, and I told her how poorly my boss treated me. She wasn't surprised, but comforted me like usual.
After we finished eating, we headed upstairs. My wife was quick to strip, but I followed her example, lagging behind only a little.
As she stood fully naked; I gazed at her big nipples.
Her gaze caught mine, and she flashed an innocent smile that showed all her beautiful, perfectly white teeth.
"You look so stressed, Axel." Her voice was velvety.
"Why don't I help you relax?"
*She eyed my swollen member; her tongue licking her succulent lips.
She leaned forward and kissed it on the tip delicately, then gave a few light licks, like she was licking a lollipop.
I leaned my head back against the pillow, letting a deep, long sigh of pleasure escape my lips.
"Baby, I've been waiting on your cock all day." Her voice sounded sad, "I've been rubbing myself all day thinking about your thick dick plunging into my wet pussy."
I turned my eyes towards her, smiling briefly as I reached a hand forward to her head. I ran my fingers gently through her hair as she took my hot dick into her mouth.
She looked at me; a look of approval in her eyes as she sucked me slowly. Her left hand grasped me, and she stroked my shaft up and down, gently nibbling on the head of my cock.
She purred sweetly at my touch, getting progressively rougher with her sucks. Her head bopping up and down with each suck and stroke made me sigh again.
"I want your hot cum."
She gagged over my dick. She sucked harder; trying to take me as far down her throat as she could, even though this made her gag even louder.
I could feel her saliva all over my cock. Her mouth was so warm. It made that familiar heat that I was so used to, return.
As she sucked and slurped; sloppily sucking me with every much hunger as I had while I was eating, her eyes watered slightly.
I lost it.
Hot jizz spurted forth from my tip, and Monica let out a loud cry, feeling every squirt hitting her the roof of her throat. She tried to drink it all, but as I pulled myself out of her mouth, a long trail of vanilla trailed down her bottom lip.
She licked it up with a look of enjoyment, then smiled wider, causing her smile to stretch.
"Your cock is still so hard, sweetie." She noted as she gazed down.
"I've been thinking about your thick dick all day. How tight if feels in my pussy and my ass."
She took my hard member into her hand as she leaned forward to place a loving kiss on my lips.
"I missed you, honey." She whispered against my lips. "And I missed you, dear. I always do."
She stroked me up and down; her kissing increasing in intensity.
She finally pulled away, and giving me a pleading look, rubbed the head of my rod.
She carefully seated herself into my erection; letting a scream out as she led me into her soaking wet pussy. I felt her juices against my rod as I entered her. She still felt tight, even after all these years.
She grabbed my waist and gently started to bounce up and down; her massive tits jiggling with each small jump she made.
"Fuck!" She cried. "I needed you so bad, my love."
She whipped her hair back, and let out another scream as she closed her eyes.
She stopped bouncing and just rocked her huge hips against me, moaning while she did so.
"My pussy feels like it's on fire."
She grabbed my hands and led them to her nipples. Her nipples went erect when I pinched them, and this made her moaning grow louder. She appreciated my touching her breasts.
"Oh..." She purred out, feeling me grip her melons.
She backed herself into my cock, impaling herself further on my rod which was so deep in her.
She resumed bouncing on me and I felt her huge tits bounce in my hands. I grunted at her bouncing, while she yelled my name.
Sweat poured down her face, and down her pale tits.
"Oh yeah, yeah baby, oh yeah. Oh, God, baby..." Her breathing was shallow.
She humped my dick harder. I felt like she'd fracture me with how she was riding. She was fucking me like a wild stallion.
"OH, FUCK!" She screamed. Her tits were trembling in my hand.
I caved in. Shooting a rapid stream of jizz into her drenched pussy, I breathed heavily.
She cried my name, arching her back, and squirted her pussy juice all around me.
She got off my cock and collapsed on my body; breathing heavily.
I was surprised how hard she pounded down on me. I was positive her moans would wake up the kids.
So much for being tired. Or maybe she was saving what little energy she had left for me. But suddenly my stomach started to hurt worse than I ever felt it hurt before.
I had to object to my wife's cuddling offer. I enjoyed feeling her big, velvety breasts smashing against my body, but my stomach just hurt way too much.
So I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, naked and tired.
As I pulled up the lid and day down on the seat; my eyes watered. My butt felt like it was going to shoot out hellfire. It felt like Satan himself was poking me with his pitchfork.
