Suburban Bliss
Chapter 8 -- Summer Groove
Summer always begins with the Big Fishing Trip. Harold, Pete, Scotty, and a big group of their friends all get together to head out to the coast and board The Sea Maiden, this broken-down old fishing boat that probably should have sunk years ago. They head out for two full weeks of drunken male bonding and beer swilling nonsense that I have thankfully never been invited to. No women. Thems the rules.
With the house to ourselves, Jenna and I decided to put out the open invitation. With so many delicious new friends, and so much wicked fun just waiting to be had, I was excited to host a little party of my own. By the time Scott and his Dad were downing their first beer, the sound of my daughter wailing like a banshee in her bedroom was already filling the house. Coach Simms was really laying into her, mean dicking her, and she was fucking loving it.
"Should we be concerned about that?" Monica asked me, grinning wickedly as she nodded to the stairs and the teenage whore having her brains bashed in just half a house away. Much as she loves getting it on with the studs on Scotty's basketball team and hot college bulls, I think my Jenna has an extra dirty kink for older black men. Can't blame her. Boys fuck like animals, but older bulls take their time. When Eli's done with you, you know you've been fucked.
"I don't think so. Sounds like he's doing just fine on his own." I said, both of us giggling wildly as I slid closer to her on the couch, running my hand up her gorgeous thigh and meeting her halfway as our tongues twisted and rolled between us.
The day began with Monica in my bed, her naked body writhing against me as we woke together and started our day with a kiss. We were both still juicy from the night before, but the studs who had shared our bed had left in the night; a hot young bull named Ricky and his kinky friend Tom. As I brushed my body against her own, I devoured her tongue and slid my hands across her thigh, into the crack of her ass. Her pucker was swollen and still wet from our fucking. I couldn't tell if it was my spit, or their cum.
Kissing Monica is by far one of my favorite things in the world. She loves it wet like I do, and when I say wet, I mean dirty, sloppy, and nasty. I rose up a little over her, and she tilted back her head as I pursed my lips and worked my jaw to get my spit flowing, letting a long river of bubbly saliva flow from my lips onto her extended tongue. It's kind of like this old commercial I used to see for a certain cereal, where they have this slatted wand and they're pouring honey over it as they twist it in midair, slow motion, just letting you drool over the sweetness of the whole thing. I remember thinking as a girl that the commercial was oddly sexual. Monica preferred my spit to honey. I was happy to be a part of her daily balanced breakfast.
We must have spent the first hour of the day just worshiping each other, not a word passing between us as I drank her in and brought her off to a mewling cum. With my fingers inside her, I felt her come alive for me, tightening on me as I stroked her button with wicked affection. I teased her pussy, but I spent most of my time on her perfect little asshole. Fuck! We were made for each other. Two anal whores bound together by pure perversion. Fuck society for denying us for way to fucking long.
We finally made our way to the shower together, giggling, but still not saying a word to one another. We didn't need to talk. I knew her like I knew myself. We'd been together so long I just responded to her, and she to me as well. I soaped up her body, pressing her to the wall and making love with her again, groaning as we scissored out legs together and leaned into the wall, fingers laced and grinding our pussies down on each other's thighs. More kissing, mouthfuls of her sugary spit, drowning my fucking tongue.
We laughed and wrestled as we brushed our teeth after, fighting over control of the bathroom mirror. From there we returned to my bedroom. I changed the sheets as she sat at my vanity and watched me, then she moved to the bed, and I brushed and dried her hair. From behind her, my knees parted, and her luscious bottom seated between my thighs I leaned down and kissed her neck. She finally spoke as I slid my arm around her and nudged away her towel, cupping and handling her big, beautiful tit.
"I love you." She purred.
"I love you back." I answered, and never before in my life had those words held more meaning. Sure, I'd said it to her before as we played games and teased one another. I'd said it when she made me laugh, when I was sad, and she was holding me. Never had I meant it like that morning, and I could tell she meant it just as I had. Of course I loved her. She was my... had always been my soulmate.
We made love once more in my bed together, rolling onto our sides and making meals of one another in a delicious sixty-nine. I handled her butthole and devoured her gorgeous pussy with licks, spits, and nibbles as I ran my hands along her legs and teased my nails up her back and the curve of her. She answered me back by probing me between my buns and painting my peach with warmth and desire. At last, I rose over her, dominating her with my smile as we tribbed our hot pussies together, rocking our hips until our slick muffins drooled butter all over one another. We came together, never once losing eye contact, linked at our fucking souls. I love her, more desperately and fully than I have ever loved another.
Breakfast in bed followed with eggs and bacon in the kitchen. As we entered, we passed by a naked Coach Eli, his huge dangling prick swinging between his legs. I smiled sweetly as I stepped aside to let him make his way back up stairs to my little girl's room. He grinned as he walked past us, giving Monica's ass a sexy squeeze before we watched his chiseled ass ascend the stairs. How could he not. That ass is fucking perfection.
I wore a tiny kimono style robe, and Monica had on a long night shirt that just barely covered her gorgeous pussy and about three quarters of that incredible booty. As I made fresh coffee and cooked her meal she studied me, making love to my naked legs as she told me how hot I was. I felt hot too, but only because she had set me on fucking fire.
We ate, and then slid onto the couch together. With the day finally beginning, I settled in with my one true love and reached for her. So much to say, and no more barriers between us. I already knew I was leaving Harold for her. She would say her goodbyes to Pete as well. We'd been lying to the world as much as we had each other. Never had anything seemed so clear.
I don't regret being married to Harold. If I hadn't been with him I never would have had my Jenna after all. That being said, even when we were younger and dating, Monica was always there. She was my maid of honor, and I was hers when she married Pete. We never stopped being close, and the men had to accept that we belonged together just as sure and certain as peanut butter and jelly. If not for the expectation of society for us to get married, raise babies, and contribute to our community, we never would have waited so long to hook up. Now that we had, the world seemed new. She fucking overwhelmed me.
"She's like a little rabbit." Monica grinned, listening to the sounds of a headboard smacking hard against the back wall, the grunts and groans of eighteen-year-old pussy being beaten raw by a man old enough to be her father. "Carlie's just the same. Can't get enough, and a squealer too. I have no idea how she hid it so long. She must have been sneaking boys in at night."
"Well, I assume you were far to busy getting nailed by Pete, and you just didn't hear her over your own moans and groans." I said. She stared back at me for a moment, then we both had a big laugh over that.
"You're a bitch. Know that?" Monica asked me. "I hope he lands on his feet. He's a good man and I do feel a little shitty about all this. He gave me Carlie after all. He's been a good provider. He'll always be in my life because of her. Wish there was an easier way to let him down."
"Thought about that." I told her. "The way I figure it, all we need to do is set the mood, give them a stack of classic car magazines, a bottle of scotch, a tube of anal lube, and let nature take it's course." I joked. She snickered, giving me a dirty look and a filthy little smile. "Or, we could cuck them. That could be fun, moving Harold into the basement as I move you into our bed and an endless procession of young black flesh marches in and out of our home every day."
"Yup. Total bitch." She said, nodding. "Honestly, I don't think it'll be much of a blow to him. It's been years since we were intimate, and Carlie is grown and out of the house, so I'll basically be giving him back his freedom. He can have the house too, for all I care. I'm a realtor after all, and I have enough in savings to get my own place."
"I wasn't kidding about you living here." I slid in closer to her, my hand on her soft skin just above her knee and sliding up across the silken perfection of her leg and hip. "Jenna loves you, and with Scott out on his own and the guest room, there'll be plenty of spots we can put Carlie if she wants to stay over when she's home from school."
"That's an option." She said. She smiled as she rose up on her knees and urged me back into the corner of the couch, turning and laying back against me. She snuggled up between my thighs with her back to me, running her own fingers down my naked legs as she rested her head between my tits.
I slid my hands down her arm and around to the bottom of her night shirt, peeling it up to expose her naked pussy. I cupped it with my hand, then entered her with two fingers, just teasing her folds apart and rolling her clit tenderly as we talked. She purred, and I leaned down and kissed her on her head.
