As I opened the door to my car, preparing for my evening commute, I wondered what might've gone on at home today. Mal had worked her butt off pretty much all year and her boss had forced her to use some of her paid time off. Reluctantly, she agreed and every day this week I've come home to find her elbow deep in something new.
Mal's not like most. She needs stimulation at all times. Her job in the IT department gives her plenty of things to think about constantly and soothes the anxiety she gets when there's a lull in activity. Taking time off is torture for her, especially since this time around I couldn't join her. Sentenced to a week at home, she was getting pretty restless and as the week progressed and it had been getting worse. She had cleaned the garage on Monday, landscaped the front yard on Tuesday, deep cleaned the entire house Wednesday, and I was super curious as to what I would find her doing today.
I was near laughter the whole drive home. My poor baby had begged me to stay home today and play hooky. I had gotten out of the shower to find her in our bed on her hands and knees, pleading with me to stay with her. The sight of her skimpy nightie barely covering the things I dream about at night was too much, and this morning when I got to work I made sure to let everyone know I wasn't coming in tomorrow. I figured if I could get Mal to hold out for one more day, than I could spend a long weekend ravishing her.
Of course it was all a surprise. She had no idea I was coming home today with the intentions of not letting her out of my sight for three whole days, so she complained and griped. She had thrown herself over onto the bed in a good old fashioned tantrum and I was doubled over in laughter. The entire morning was pretty much a delicate balance of her trying to seduce me to stay and her outburst of frustration. She stomped off into to the kitchen to get me a cup of coffee while I dressed and after resisting the kisses she peppered along my neck, she drank the entire cup of coffee and gave me the empty mug. Mallory hid my keys, put a pair of her panties in my briefcase, and stained two shirts with her lipstick kisses before I managed to get out of the house. It was a miracle I got to work on time.
Her tyrant of seduction had done its damage though. I had felt like a schmuck all day and was barely able to stay focused. The thought of her lazing around the house unhappy and half naked, waiting for me to come home was almost too much to bear. I was racing home in a nearly delirious state. My sweet little wife was aching for me and I was dying to give in to her temptations.
I had pulled into the driveway and sprang out of my car, almost expecting her to run out and attack me the minute I pulled up. She didn't and that was fine. I was still pretty curious about what nonsense she had gotten herself distracted with while I was gone. I opened the door to our home and the music blaring from the kitchen drew me in like a moth to the flame.
Now, I had been near giddy all day thinking about all the glorious things I could do to her. I had decided to play my cards though and exercised what strength I had to silently creep through the hallway and spy on her. My patience was well rewarded. As I peered past the entry of the kitchen I saw my wife, my sweet little Mal, baking.
Mallory doesn't bake. She's always been fascinated with cooking and recipes, but it is definitely not her gift and everything about the state of that kitchen proved it. It was a mess to say the least. Bowls and pans caked with beige muck were piled high and there seemed to be a flour fog thickening the air. The entire place had befallen under the chaos that is Mal. I didn't know whether to be mad that she'd destroyed the kitchen or amused that she had taken on an activity so obviously far beyond her grasp.
It was then that she popped up. She had been trying to pull something out of the oven and was bent over where I couldn't quite see her, but now she was in full view and I mean full view. Mal was topless. Her hair was up in a frazzled pony tail and her brow was laced with sweat, but her bosom was on full display without a lick of fabric to taint my view. I watched in awe as she jumped into whatever recipe was next. She disappeared for a second and returned with what was probably the only clean bowl left in our kitchen. Singing to whatever music was playing, she went about her business.
I smirked to myself, silently thinking, "D is for delicious" as her breasts wobbled to and fro with her attempts at what seemed to be cupcakes. She waltzed around the kitchen gathering ingredients and throwing them into the bowl, making even more of a mess than what I would think to be possible. She pulled out the hand mixer and the vibrations of the spinning whisks made her chest jiggle in the most exotic way. I had to bite my lip in order to hold back the moans that would surely give away my position.
I stood there for a long while, enjoying the show she was putting on for me. It never ceases to amaze me how intoxicating it can be just watching Mal. I know I've seen all her prized possessions before and one might think I could keep it together having been so well acquainted with them for so long, but no. My lips have touched every inch of her skin on numerous occasions, but the urge to kiss her everywhere never subsides. Even now, those curves that I've had the honor to hold for years still make me arms ache when she's not within them.
I was getting closer to busting in the kitchen the farther along she got with her baking. I watched and kept still for nearly as long as I could. She had already finished the cupcakes and placed them in to the oven. I had lost myself in lust for a moment and upon returning, realized she had moved on to the frosting. This would be good. I could wait until she was done with the frosting and then spread it all over her, giving myself diabetes as I attempted to lick it all off. It was the perfect plan, but things with Mal hardly ever go as planned.
I watched as she reached for a bag of powdered sugar on the top shelf of one of the kitchen cabinets. I groaned when her favorite pair of yoga pants came into view as she rose to her tiptoes in order to reach the bag. And then I burst out laughing as the bag toppled over her head and spilt powdered sugar all over the kitchen. The obnoxiously fine material coated Mal and everything else within three feet, with a white dusting of confectionary.
Shocked by the falling sugar and by my laughter, Mal whipped around to meet my gaze. She was covered in the fine white powder and the sight immediately tore me away from laughter and straight into lust. Yes, she looked silly, but the outline of her breasts, immaculately being covered by the sugar was far too erotic to ignore. She was frozen, still holding the empty bag of sugar as I approached her.
"You're home early," she whispered nervously, sounding as if she was afraid I'd be mad at her.
I groaned, my manhood begging for attention as I took her hips with my hands. I held her at an arm's length and ate her up with my eyes. "It would appear that I'm right on time," I smirked, finally looking up at her face curious as to whether or not I could see her blush from underneath the powdered sugar. "What are you doing, Mal?"
She broke my stare and took in the entirety of her mess as I held her. "Baking," she answered shortly. The innocence of her tone was killing me. This little scenario had me rock hard and I was buying time before I scooped her up and took her to bed for some real fun.
"Topless?" I questioned, looking down at her chest. The sight was unreal. The fine white sugar perfectly coated her breasts and I could make out every delectable little dimple in her areola. Her nipples stood proudly, daring me to taste and I took my time to soak in the view. After all, she was mine now and would remain completely under my control for the next three days.
"I spilt stuff on my shirt," she replied, still with that hint of innocence that made me so hungry.
"And you didn't think to put a new one?" My eyes never left her and I knew by now she was blushing under all that sugar. She was the lamb in the lion's den for sure.
"I tried to but the timer went off." She looked over at the oven as if to convey her dilemma at the time. God, it was cute.
Careful not to get any of the sugar on me, I leaned over and lapped up a streak of sugar across her neck. It was just a little lick, but the contrast of the white sugar and her pale skin beneath it ushered a groan from my lips. "What about after the timer went off?" I asked, my voice soaked with lust, "You didn't think to put a new one on afterwards?"
She hung her head as if I was disapproving of her negligence, "I got distracted."
How she could remain unaware of my intense desire for her was beyond me. I released her from my hands, which were now covered in powdered sugar, and turned the oven off. She remained still, with her head lowered from what she thought to be my anger and waited for her lecture to ensue. Instead, I kicked my shoes off and loosened my tie just enough to take it completely off.
"Oh, Mal," I sighed tracing my fingertip between her breasts and smiling to myself as her nipples hardened even further. "What am I to do with you?"
I watched as her brow scrunched and the edges of her mouth hinted at a smile. She was figuring out exactly what my intentions were. She clasped her hands at her waist and used her arms to press her breasts up and out, making me growl. "Clean me up?" she playfully responded. The excitement danced across her face.
There was no way I was about to resist that offer. I took her by the hips and latched onto her left nipple like my life depending on it. I took my time sucking and licking all the sugar off before I started biting and tugging. Once her nipple was clean, I branched out to the soft, tender flesh surrounding it and tried my best to take the biggest mouthfuls I could. Mal tangled her fingers into my hair and giggled as I nibbled on every inch of flesh her bosom had to offer me. Her right breast received the same treatment and by the time I managed to lift my head up for a kiss, my face was covered in the powdered sugar.
Mal devoured my mouth much like I did her breasts. Her fingers locked behind my neck and she pressed herself against me. I swallowed each of her moans and my hands traced her sides and slid underneath the hem of her yoga pants. I had been dying to get my hands on her all day long and I had full intention to take my sweet time. I kneaded and squeezed her plump ass for a while before pulling away from her kiss.
I couldn't help but give her a sly smile as I slipped my hands out from her pants and walked towards the bedroom. She was not happy with the loss of contact but she followed me, pulling at my shirt and belt the entire way to the bedroom. I led her straight into our bathroom and without so much as a kiss, turned on the water and left her there.
She grabbed me by the arm on my way out. "You're not joining me?" her question fell to floor under the weight of all her need.
I probably shouldn't have been so eager to torture her, but that wasn't going to stop me. It's mean to get her all worked up and then deny her, I know, but the look she gets on her face is just priceless and I'm far too weak to resist. I pulled my arm away from her grasp and gave her the straightest expression I could manage. "You're a mess, kitten. Clean up."
