It was now three weeks to the day since the moving van left. Most of our stuff was now put away except for a few boxes of junk in the garage. The move across the country took a toll on us but it was finally over. My husband Michael, whom I adore more than anything, started his new job this morning. His promotion and transfer landed us here in small town Missouri. His new job was the CEO of a bank here in town.
It was going to take a while for us to adjust to the more rural setting that we were now a part of. As we unpacked and settled in we managed to learn where everything was here in town. Like I said, it was a small town, with no more than 20,000 residents in and around the town. I did not take long to drive through it either. One minute you are in town and the next minute you are driving through corn fields.
As I made my way down stairs it was evident of how big our new home was. With the larger salary Mike was making, it afforded us with a very nice home. The house was very old but it was well kept. It had been remodeled several times over the decades but its old style of design still had appeal. As I entered the family room I paused to take in its beauty. We had just enough furniture to fill the space. There was still a hint of paint odor in the air as the house was repainted right before we moved in. Looking over at the far wall my gaze turned to the antique grandfather clock.
Slowly, I made my way over toward the clock. There was something about this old structure that caught and held my attention every time I was in the same room. Even though it was old it still kept accurate time. What amazed me about the clock was the front of the wooden structure. It had this unusual design on it. It was like it was an image painted on it but there was no picture. I looked like paint swirls in repeating patterns with occasional other colors throughout. Just then, "BONG," it was one o'clock.
As I tried to leave the painting on the clock held my attention. I noticed that over the last three weeks my interest in this clock has been increasing, almost like it has been mesmerizing me. At first I would look at it when it chimes. Now it is like I am being conditioned and I actually anticipate the chimes and I go to it just before each time it is about to chime. I also noticed that when the clock chimes my breathing deepens, almost like I am out of breath.
I finally managed to pull myself away from the beautiful antique to go outside to do some yard work. It didn't take long to work up a sweat. I cut the grass using a riding mower and I used the trimmer to edge the driveway. When I was finished I was full of grit and grime. I put the equipment back into the shed in the back yard and went in to take a shower. I kicked my shoes off and walked across the family room. Suddenly I paused and looked at the grandfather clock. Just then, "BONG, BONG, BONG." I inhaled sharply as it felt like the air was sucked right out of me. I managed to pull my eyes away and went upstairs to take a shower.
The cool water felt magnificent on my hot sweaty body. I just stood under the stream of water trying to figure out why that clock has such an effect on me. After shampooing and soaping up I rinsed off and reached for my towel. Stepping out of the shower I continued to dry myself. I hung the towel back on the rack and then turned my attention back to myself in the mirror. "You still look good Colleen," I said to myself as I gazed at myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair still showed no signs of gray at the age of thirty four. My green eyes still had a gleam in them and I was happy that I still did not have crow's feet in the corners. Looking down at my breasts I was so happy that they were not sagging yet. I know mother time will catch up to me but for now my 36C's looked fantastic. The cool air and damp skin had my nipples standing at attention. I always loved how big and hard my nipples got, especially when I make love to my wonderful husband. I reached up and cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently before pinching my nipples. That alone sent a quiver down to my pussy that was already throbbing. Looking down, my tummy remained flat and tight and my waist was no bigger than the 26 inches that it was when I was in high school. Looking down farther, my gaze rested on my bush. I could see my pussy lips through my pubes as they were beginning to swell. I was horny and I wanted nothing more than to reach down and take care of business but I resisted as I wanted to make love to Michael when he came home from work. Turning around part way I checked out my ass. It was still a cute tush that I catch most men checking out whenever I go to the stores. With that I walked into the bedroom to get dressed.
I decided to wear something loose so my horniness wouldn't be as evident. I reached into my panty drawer and picked out a pink pair and stepped into them. I figured I could always change them later because they would probably be wet by the time Mike got home. As I reached for a bra I stopped myself. I felt myself take a deep breath as I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was three fifty eight. Slowly I walked out of my bedroom and walked down the hallway toward the stairs. I descended the stairs and walked into the center of the family room and stopped. I stood topless as I gazed deeply into the painting on the front of the grandfather clock. My breathing grew deeper and I felt my nipples grow incredibly hard. Just then, "BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG." I reached up and squeezed my breasts. I pulled on my nipples causing my pussy to tingle and begin to drip. Reaching down I cupped my panty covered cunt and squeezed. My panties were drenched!
I wanted my husband to come home right now. I was so horny I need to fuck immediately. We haven't made love since we moved in because of sheer exhaustion, but tonight was different. Tonight I needed my husband and I needed him inside me. I raced up the stairs and went back to my room. I peeled off the soaking wet pink panties I was wearing and tossed them in the hamper. I reached down and slid two fingers deep into my pussy. I pulled them out because I knew it wouldn't take much for me to cum. I reached into my panty drawer and grabbed another pair. I quickly dressed myself, selecting a summer dress to wear. I couldn't believe how I was trembling. I couldn't remember the last time I was this turned on. All I wanted was for my husband to come home.
I went down to the kitchen to make dinner for Mike. Of course along the way I glanced at the giant clock but this time it didn't have any effect on me. It seemed like it only affected me when it was chiming. Reaching for my phone I saw I had a text message from my sweetheart. "Baby, I will be home soon." I replied "Dinner will be ready...and so am I!" I sent the text and made dinner.
After setting the table I walked through the family room toward the grandfather clock. I looked up at the face and realized it was almost five o'clock. I reached out and touched the interesting painting on the front of it. I could feel the texture of the paint as there were many swirls and dots. I stepped back and gazed into the painting. Just then, "BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG." As the clock chimed I began to pant lightly. My pussy ached and my nipples hardened until you could see them pushing the material of my bra and dress outward. God I needed my husband more now than ever. After composing myself I walked back to the kitchen.
I heard Mike pulling into the driveway. I didn't care that I was in bare feet I raced out the back door and ran to his truck. As he shut his door I jumped up into his waiting arms. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I kissed him deeply on the mouth. Our tongues explored every inch of each others mouths. After a few moments he set me down on the ground.
