They say that time can be a cruel master, and often they don't know just how right they are.
It had been a little over a month since Ken had seen Brooke. It really isn't much time in the grand scheme of things, but to be separated thus from one's lover, soul mate, best friend, and support system can make anyone feel like the world is closing in on them. As he lay in bed thinking about the past few weeks Ken could only shake his head and wonder how he had made it. Brooke handled everything around the house. She handled everything with the kids teachers. But it was so much more than just the little things that she did. He missed her smiles, her warm lips, the sparkle in her eyes when she smiled. It was as if the world had become, for a time, grey.
But tonight was different. Tonight was the first night in a long time that Ken was happy. He was excited. Tomorrow was the day. The day that he was going to board a plane and cross the country to see his girls. Haley, who had been sent off to Florida to receive radiation treatment was a firecracker. Her spark and unique personality were much missed at home. Christopher, his son was also there and he was going to get to see him as well. It seemed like an eternity and every new picture that came across his phone made Ken think that his children were being given steroids to make them grow. It is amazing how fast children change, but now he would get to go and see them. It made him happier than he had been in a long time.
It was not the excitement of seeing his children that kept Ken awake tonight though. It was Brooke. His wife. That beautiful woman who had changed everything about his life. The woman who with her very smiles changed the way that he saw the world. Her compassion that counterbalanced his sometimes jagged and hard demeanor made him pause for a moment and say a quick prayer of thanks. Tomorrow he would get to see her. Tomorrow he would get to touch her. Tomorrow he would taste her.
"Hmmm. Taste her? Why does that turn me on? Oh yeah cause we haven't had sex in over a month. Ha ha very funny." Ken thought as he stared at the ceiling.
"Great, now your talking to yourself."
"Yeah but at least they are good thoughts. I mean have you seen that body?"
"Duh, she is my wife."
"Yeah she is and that video she sent you the other day of her cramming that replica of your cock into her pussy made me cum pretty hard."
"Yeah, me too."
"Uhh. We are the same person remember?"
Kenneth realized that he had allowed his own internal conversation get away from him. Dang ADD he thought. "Wish I could get that under control."
But the damage had been done. Ken found his mind straying to the thought of Brooke on her hands and knees in the bathtub at his parents house ramming a replica of his cock in and out of her pussy. It was an amazing thought. Ken realized then that he had been stroking his cock for a few minutes. Thinking of Brooke doing that to herself with his cock just made him horny. He shook his head and stopped stroking his cock. He was going to save his next orgasm for Brooke. He wanted to need her as much as he possibly could when he met up with her again.
Ken went over in his head all the things that Brooke had asked him to bring. The paperwork for the doctors, some shorts, a bathing suit, and some movies for the iPads all ran though his mind. He knew he had all of that. But then there were the things she hadn't asked him to pack. The things that made it even harder for Ken to not stroke his cock. The strap on cock that she could use a harness with or not, the pussy cloning kit (This one really intrigued him. A replica of her pussy for him for the rest of the time apart sounded pretty good to him).
"I wonder if my cloned cock will fit into her cloned pussy as well as my real cock fits inside her real pussy?" He wondered as sleep took him. Drifting off thinking of her pussy, his cock, a rubber cock, and a rubber pussy led him to have some strange dreams that night. Needless to say it was a very messy affair.
Getting up the next morning Ken grabbed all of his gear and threw it in the car. He would leave straight from work to get to the airport and he didn't want to forget anything. A couple of hours of work, a couple of hours of car and plane rides later. He stepped off the plane. It was humid and hot. That was the first thing he noticed as he stepped off the plane.
"Man am I glad I wont be living here." He thought to himself. But his thoughts very quickly turned from how warm it was outside. There across the room, just beyond the roped off area, stood the most beautiful woman Ken had ever seen. Brooke was there waiting for him. Holding his little girl and waiting for him to get off of the plane. All of his worries melted away as he hugged his wife. He could feel the swell of her breasts against his chest. He could feel her heartbeat through her lips as she kissed him with both a reservation that was decent for public, and a passion that conveyed to him that she had missed him too. He bent over next to pick up Haley. She was so excited and stood clapping her hands together. Ken was so overwhelmed he could feel tears well up in his eyes. He took each lady by the hand and they left the airport via baggage check, getting into the car and driving off towards the place where they were all staying.
It was only about a 20 minute ride to the house, but Ken was incapable of keeping his mind, or his hands to himself. Within minutes of being in the car Haley had drifted off to sleep and Ken's hands began to roam. He noticed that she had worn a skirt to pick him up. While he knew it probably didn't mean anything, the thought of what it might mean excited Ken. He had tried to talk to Brooke about the lingerie groupon they had bought be he never did quite get around to it. As his hand slid up her leg and beneath her skirt she glanced over at him with a warning glance.
"She is asleep already." He whispered to her as his fingers traced the panty line underneath her skirt.
"Be careful, I do not want to be seen." She said as she continued driving on the interstate. Traffic was fairly light and Ken sat up straight as he could while he ran his fingers over her panties. As he brushed lower he could feel a moistness on the panties. He knew then that she wanted him. That she wanted him to make her cum. He slid his fingers in past her panties and felt them immediately encounter wetness.
"Ooh, Baby! Have you been thinking about me today? Cause you are very wet." He purred as he slid his fingers into her pussy. Her breathing was already becoming irregular and he could tell that she was so excited that she was already on the verge of cumming. Not wanting to give things away by sticking his head in her lap, he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his lips. He could smell the intoxicating scent of her sex on his hands. It was like something snapped inside him. He had to have her and he had to have her now. But he knew that he couldn't do it while they were driving. While they were in the car. Ken didn't care. He could see that Brooke was flushed, that even though it was a warm night outside that her nipples were begging for attention. He reached out and tweaked them a little as she drove. It caught her a little by surprise and she squeeked. He saw her jump a little but noticed that she didn't move to stop him from tweeking them again. Then he decided that he just really didn't care all that much. He had her lift her bottom off of the seat a little. He slid a jacket underneath her bottom and lifted her skirt out of the danger zone. Then he quickly slid his fingers back under the cotton fabric of her panties. He explored her for just a moment and plunged his fingers, which he had just trimmed the nails on, deep as he could at this angle. He began to thrust as quickly and hard as he could from here. He was not disappointed. Brooke shuddered and moaned. From deep within herself she could feel the relief as the pressure that had been building since he first stuck his fingers into her wet womanhood released all over the jacket she was sitting on.