The kids were happily fiddling about with their various obsessions when I got home, so I grabbed a Gatorade for rehydration purposes and went upstairs drinking it. When I got to our room, Tullie looked up from her laptop, smiled, and came over and kissed me. "Welcome home. I just finished distributing snacks but I've otherwise just been busy here." Tullie was my lovely wife, red hair to the middle of her back, a complexion that tanned well but freckled constantly and with the winter months she was pretty much pale-and-faded-freckles at the moment. Her smile was wide, her eyes were blue, she was a great mother to our kids and I loved her dearly.
"Well hopefully not too many snacks." I glanced at her work desk, she had a mostly-empty plate there with a banana peel still on it and a dusting of cinnamon-sugar that had presumably fallen off from some toast. "I'll get dinner started."
"That would be great. I shouldn't be too much longer here. Just trying to get through everything."
I took my laptop from next to the bed and took it downstairs so I could catch up on news and emails while I cooked. I set the chicken to bake, distractedly assembled some salad, warmed up some sweet corn, and set out some small bowls to use for olive oil and balsamic glaze; it made a great dipping sauce for bread. I uncorked a Riesling that was waiting in the fridge, set a couple glasses of that at the table, then thought better of it and carried a glass up to Tullie. She was focused on some document she was writing, but she sipped it, set it down, kissed me on the hand, and kept concentrating on the screen. I stroked her hair, told her "thirty minutes", and went back to dinner preparation.
Isobel had always gone by Isobel, never Izzy or anything along those lines. Rosemary on the other hand had seemingly always been Rosie. And Magellan seemed to have adopted Gel; he'd picked that up at daycare and it had followed him through preschool and kindergarten and didn't seem to be stopping now. I cleared away the detritus of their previous snacks that had been left uncleared, set spots for each of them plus Tullie and myself, and poured milk for the kids and sparkling water for us, though I brought the wine to the table as well.
I read until the timer beeped. Then I took the chicken out of the oven, put the baguette in, reset the timer and plated the food. I circled the house, finding Isobel in a video game, Rosie in an online chat with friends, and Gel crashing hotwheels into lego structures. I sent them each to wash their hands and come to the table; they universally didn't, but I told them four minutes to dinner and then sent Tullie to gather them when she arrived six minutes later to an empty table. She herded them back to the table, they chattered their way through dinner, and I drank a bottle and a half of sparkling water and barely finished my glass of wine. Everyone was ravenous; the food disappeared quickly and with the usual modicum of mess. Tullie insisted everyone clear their spots as they each respectively finished and asked to be excused so they could scamper off again; they were each discharged to do their homework (with a three-for-three "aww Mom") and Tullie had a couple more glasses of wine and quietly filled me in on her day while the sounds of Hot Wheels cars crashing through Lego walls came from the other room.
Isobel needed a last minute trip to Target for feminine hygiene products and some sort of makeup supply that I'd never heard of. We took a side trip by Starbucks on the way and got her a hot chocolate.
Beyond that it was a quiet evening and the usual bedtime struggle for Gel wasn't really; he dutifully brushed and put his pajamas on backwards and I read him some Little House on the Prairie, then left the rest of the turn-in duties to Tullie.
Tullie came back into the bedroom and breezed on through into the walk-in closet. "Gel's asleep, the others are doing their homework or at least making the pretense of it, I'm going to get some time on the exercise bike."
I followed her into the closet. She was selecting a t-shirt and shorts for workout purposes. I watched admiringly as she shimmied out of her jeans and folded them next to her shoes. She grinned over at me, freckles and dimples and legs bare all the way up to her panties. "Come for a show?"
"I like a show." I sat on the stool and she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and danced in place as she slipped it off her shoulders. She gyrated and her breasts swayed back and forth inside her bra. I slipped my shorts down and they puddled on the floor; I stroked my cock and she gave me a smile. "Looks like we're going to have some fun later." She turned away and put the shirt back onto a hanger and reached for the shorts to step into them.
I stepped up behind her and took her by the wrist and stopped her before she could put them on. "And also fun now. Off not on." She smiled and dropped them by her side. I unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, too. I fondled her breasts as she turned her head up over her shoulder and kissed me. Her nipples grew firm and her breaths came quicker. She reached around behind herself and took hold of my cock and began stroking it. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. She turned to face me and kissed my chest and then suckled at my nipple, running her tongue back and forth across it.
"Why don't you have a seat," she said, motioning towards the stool, so I sat and spread my legs wide as she knelt before me. She held the base of my cock with one hand, used the other to stroke up and down my shaft, and started gradually licking her way around the glans. Once it was gleaming wet, she took it in her mouth and started slowly sucking the head and occasionally bobbing a bit further down the shaft, her hands both pumping my shaft. Her tongue polished my cockhead as her head went up and down.
I felt like going deeper so I took her hands off my cock and set them on my legs. Tullie knew what this meant -- don't use your hands -- and started deep throating me, her head rocking back and forth with her neck's pistoning. She looked up at me and fluttered her eyelids at me as she slid up and down the shaft. She'd take me all the way into her mouth and down her throat until she was all the way down to the haft with her lips wide around the base of my dock and her nose pressed up against my groin, then suck all the way back up, purring the while way for that lovely extra vibrating sensation.
Her mouth was so hot and wet. And her throat gripped my cock so nicely. I took hold of her head and speeded her up. She gave a series of muffled squeaks every time I pushed her down. Eventually I felt myself getting close. I pulled her to her feet, stood, and spun her about to bend her over the stool. I bent and pushed her panties down; they landed at her ankles and she wriggled her feet out of them. I could see the enormous wet spot glistening in them and aimed my cock at its source. "Ohhhhhhh" she said as I drove in deep and immediately began riding her hard.
Thrust after thrust, slapping against her ass, and the sensation built within me until finally I growled and came and kept thrusting, gradually slowing and eventually coming to a halt with my cock buried all the way into her pussy. I flexed it a few times and she moaned gently. She squeezed me back with her internal muscles. It felt great; she'd done a lot of kegels after our kids. And she practiced them again now, milking my cock while it was still inside her. I enjoyed that for a couple minutes, then started massaging her butt, and noticed she was turning me on again.
I pulled out and spanked her gently on the ass, first with my cock and then with a couple of slaps on the butt. She slid down off the stool, turned back towards me, and brushed her beautiful red hair aside with her hand so it wouldn't get in the way while she sucked my cock. She used just her mouth at first, and of course her throat, but after giving me a good cleaning she held the base of the shaft with one hand and kept a tight grip on the base as she ran her mouth up and down the rest of it. Her other hand played with my balls.
As I got close and started thrusting into her, she let go with both hands, brought them around and grabbed my ass, and pulled my hips forward so that my thrusts into her face were all the more vigorous. I came down her throat and then pulled out far enough that the rest of my spurts went into her mouth so she could taste it. She enjoyed that, gently sucking away and tonguing me until she'd gotten every drop she could coax out.
Then she rose to her feet, stretched, then rubbed her breasts against me and kissed me.
"Yummy. That was great," she said. "I'm going to go work up a good sweat. Shower in an hour?"
"Sounds great." I bent and picked up my shorts and hers. She reached down between her legs and carefully gathered up my cum from earlier and licked it off her fingers while I watched. "I love the way you taste."
"I'll feed you more later." I stepped into my shorts and handed hers to her, she glanced at her panties but decided to skip them and shimmied into her shorts. I took Anna's lingerie out of my pocket and handed Tullie the lacy bra and underwear. "Here, add these to the trophy crate."
