Anne was relieved to hear the garage door open since James had been working late for the last month, with no end in sight. Married 6 months and we already hit the middle-aged blahs. Jokingly all her friends at her bachelorette party urged her to let the fake cop cuff her and let him do a cavity search since in four to five years she'll regret not riding that monster sausage he kept waving in her face.
"I'm marrying James and he is very good in bed, more than enough man for me." She told them, turning to Becky, her matron of honor, "Perhaps you could distract him...maybe show him around the house? Bedroom?" Becky returned over an hour later and she had trouble walking. Four or five years? Try 6 months, Anne thought ruefully.
James is great, no doubt, but once every weekend is not what she signed on for, but he promised, tonight. Tonight we can make love, maybe he'll let her get off before he does...before he falls asleep. "Oh crap, stop it. Get yourself in the mood, think about his cock...getting stiff, and think how the head gets swollen and purple." Anne unconsciously licked her lips thinking about that spongy soft head pushing against her lips and her thumbs reminded her how sensitive her nipples were and how hard they get.
"Jesus, I go from depressed to raging nympho in 30 seconds." Anne shook her head and went to the oven to pull out the lasagna she made hours before, when James opened the door from the garage.
"Honey, you must be exhausted, another twelve hour day, come in and sit down. I'll serve you dinner and get you a beer." Anne said with a bright smile.
James wrapped his arms around the tiny blonde beauty in front of him. "Annabelle, I've got great news. We can go to the Bahamas in two weeks for two weeks, their sending me to set up the new servers and install the software packages. I want you to come with me, we can afford the ticket and the hotel room, but think how much fun you'll have." He said enthusiastically.
"Honey, I can't leave work in two weeks, it is the middle of the semester and I cannot just take a break from my classes." Anne said sadly. "I'd love to go to the Caribbean, but I can't exactly get a substitute teacher for two weeks. Thanks, but you'll be working during daylight hours anyhow and you'll be too tired to go out in the evening. You know how it is, you have fun and when you get back, we'll spend more time together." Anne pulled away to get a plate and dish out the lasagna.
James put his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck, "Perhaps I can make sure you are thoroughly spent by the time I leave so you won't do the mailman again." James said while feeling her breasts and amazed how hard her nipples were already. "I really hate that we have to name that kid Clyde." He continued to flick her nipples while pushing back against her ass.
"He said he had a special delivery for me, I'm not arguing with a civil servant, you know how tough it is to get through all that red tape." Anne sighed, "Plus we now get all our mail delivered first every day."
Anne gasped when James yanked down her shorts and pushed her face down on the kitchen table. She spread her legs listening to her husband unzip his pants and soon was rewarded with his nice bulbous head piercing her labia.
"I love getting the mail first, especially when Netflix arrives, but did you have to do him on the front porch? Couldn't you have at least done him on the floor of the front foyer?" James was pleased to feel how wet Anne was with no foreplay. "Tom next door is pissed because his wife wants to get their mail before ours, so she keeps trying to blow the mailman. I think the arrangement you have with the meter reader is far better." James proceeded the slowly drive his cock in and out of her while reaching around and rubbing her super-sensitive clit.
"Uuhhhh...uhhh...yesss." Anne moaned, "The utility room? Really, bent over the water heater and getting pounded from behind is not better than the front porch, can we just agree that the thing with Carl the pool boy is the best...ooohhhhh...yesssss...in the pooool. Fuck meeee." Anne felt herself getting close, "But no way are we naming the kid Carl Crowell, Oh God, Yeessss...I'mmmm cummmmmmnig." Anne thrust back against James' pelvis while clutching the kitchen table with her arms spread wide.
James pulled out and turned Anna around, pushed her back on the table, gripping both ankles spreading her wide open and drove his cock into her sopping twat with all his power he could muster, watching his engorged penis slide in and out of her slick pussy. "How many kids have you had with all these service guys?" James panted, "I'm thinking I should be opening a day care...." James groin started aching, his balls slapping against Anne's ass began boiling and he shot a huge load up into Anne's womb. "Oh yes," He moaned when he was done, "It's been too long, in need of this pussy every night...God, that felt good." James panted lying on top of Anne.
Anne pushed him off, "We have to clean up, the lasagna is getting cold. That was perfect, exactly what I needed, and who knows? Maybe the next kid will be yours, you never know." She said as she wiggled her ass at him and left to go clean up.
James watched her go feeling like the luckiest man in the world, 'what a great ass, I really need to convince her...' he thought as he pulled his pants up.
Upon returning, "I'm pretty sure I forgot to greet you with a kiss when you got home." Anne said reaching up and kissing him on the lips, " By the way - we have your company cookout tomorrow, it is tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yeah, it'll be hot but it should be fun." James said, "There's a lake and woods, a lot of booze if the company does it like last time and great food."
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Getting dressed for the cookout was easy. Forecast called for sunny and a high of 90, so James put on a white Izod polo shirt, khaki shorts and sandals with socks. When Anne came into the bedroom and saw him, she laughed, "I guess you won't have to wear the name tag with IT guy under your name."
"What's wrong with this? It's comfortable and cool." James said looking himself up and down.
"Nothing, nothing at all, you'll be the only one there in a polo shirt, everyone else will be wearing their AC/DC concert tees, but, hey. Your call. At least lose the socks." Anne said stripping off her clothes and walking over to the dresser.
James' reply got caught in his throat seeing her perky breasts bounce a couple of times when they caught on her tee shirt, and forgot to breathe when she dropped her panties revealing that small patch of strawberry blonde pubic hair, exactly the same color of her long straight hair. Watching her ass subtly wiggle as she went over to her dresser was causing discomfort in his shorts. "Um, what are you wearing?" James asked.
"Not a golf shirt if that is what you are asking. I love you, honey, but your sense of style..." She sighed.
James' jaw dropped as she pulled on tight powder blue shorts that cut right into her crack looking like they were painted on followed by a bandana folded and tied around her breasts. Eyes wide when she turn to face him, he sputtered out, "You can't wear that. It looks like...I can see your...everyone with be able to see your...."
"My what?" Anne said checking herself out. "Like you said, it's comfortable and cool. It'll be 90 today."
"I can see your ass, and your...your pussy...your nipples. I can see everything." James said with frustration.
"I am fully dressed and everyone else there will be dressed the same way and I'm comfortable, so deal with it." Anne said while slipping into her sandals, "Let's go, if you want we can leave early. But we're not leaving here until you take those socks off." She pushed by the stunned James.
