I began to moan and whisper to her, “That’s it… don’t stop… like that, just like that… suck me, suck me…” Marilyn continued sucking and pumping as I got ever closer. “I’m going to come… oh God, I’m going to come… suck it, suck it… don’t stop…” Then it happened, I just started coming, and Marilyn kept pumping and sucking as she swallowed a month’s worth of jism.
Marilyn finished me off, and there was enough light coming in from outside to let me watch her licking her lips and her fingers. Then Marilyn crawled up my body. I expected her to kiss me and say something, but she kept crawling, until she was sitting on my face. Marilyn didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to, I simply got to work. I began licking her pussy, and when she began moaning and moving around on my face, I reached up and grabbed her ass and pulled her down against me. It was her turn now to whine and whimper, and I kept it up until she was shaking and shivering with orgasm.
At that point, Marilyn gasped and crawled off my face, and since I was stiff again, decided to save a horse and ride a cowboy. I wasn’t complaining. She rode me and pulled her chemise off, so that I could suck on her tits while she did so. After I came, we collapsed in each other’s arms and fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had in weeks. I was alone in the bed, but I could hear my wife fooling around down the hallway and taking care of Charlie. I got up and took a quick shower, and pulled on some pants and an old fatigue shirt I used to putter around the house in. I went out to cook breakfast for Marilyn and myself. So far this was shaping up as a fairly normal weekend. What wasn’t normal was what I found when I went out to the kitchen. Marilyn was feeding Charlie, and had on a blouse tied under her breasts and an extremely short denim skirt.
“I like the outfit,” I told her. “Charlie have any comments on it?”
Marilyn blushed, and grinned at me. “He hasn’t said anything yet.”
“Well, I certainly approve, but I have a funny feeling your days of running around like that in the house are sadly coming to an end. Wait until he tells the other kids at nursery school about how Mommy runs around half naked in the house.”
“You wouldn’t say that, would you Charlie?!” she said to him, while he stuffed Cheerios into the hole in the front of his face. He gabbled something out and kept stuffing them in. He was up to using a spoon, sort of, but usually finished off with his fingers.
“Maybe he’ll be busy playing with Dum-Dum later,” I added.
“I certainly hope so!” Marilyn turned to face me and grinned. “It’s been almost a two month long dry spell, and we’ll never be making him any siblings at that rate.”
Siblings? “Uh, si… siblings?” I stammered out.
“Remember how we talked about that. We were going to start working on that this fall? Well, buster, it’s the fall!”
Oh, shit! “I thought we were going to take a family vacation first, and then work on it, maybe over the winter.”
“Change of plans. Charlie and I called the two weeks at Sacandaga Lake a family vacation. We’re starting the other project now!”
I glanced over at our son. “Charlie called it a vacation? Since when does he get a vote? This isn’t a democracy! This is a benevolent dictatorship, and I’m the benevolent dictator!” I protested.
Marilyn stood upright and slipped around behind and to the side of Charlie in his high chair where he couldn’t see her. She popped her tits out of the blouse, and then pulled her skirt up to her waist and started fingering her slit. “You sure about that?”
I stared at her, suddenly hungry for something other than bacon and eggs. “You fight dirty!”
She dropped her skirt and played with her nipples. “Charlie needs a baby brother or sister.”
Hearing his name, Charlie started yammering around his food in his mouth. I just rolled my eyes to the heavens for strength. “Brothers! Girls are yucky! They have cooties and stuff! Boys only!” I told him.
Marilyn laughed at that. “See if you get any more of my cooties! Make breakfast!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
I dug out the skillets and eggs and bacon, and started to work on breakfast. Marilyn cleaned up our offspring and put him in his playpen in the great room. Dum-Dum followed and they watched Saturday morning cartoons together. My wife returned to perch decorously on a bar stool while I cooked. “Are you dessert?” I asked.
“Sounds good to me, but it’s only until this afternoon. Tusker and Tessa are coming over for dinner.”
“Oh?”
“Remember how you invited them to dinner down at the Hyatt this weekend? We’re not there anymore, so they’re coming out here.”
I nodded. I remembered inviting them. “Fine by me. I haven’t seen them since I sent you two up north. I guess I should explain what happened.”
Marilyn agreed. After breakfast, which we ate in the kitchen, Marilyn checked on Charlie, now napping in his playpen, and we tore off a quickie in the kitchen. Later that day, right after lunch, we did it again in our bedroom. That was it, however. The Tusks were coming over, and we had to behave. Marilyn changed before they came over.
Tusker and Tessa and Bucky got to the house about five or so, and it was surprisingly good to see them again. The last time I had seen him had been when I used the phone at his dealership to call Big Bob and Harriet when I had flown my family to safety. Then, I hadn’t been able to tell them anything, but they had learned a lot, mostly wrong, from watching the TV news the last couple of weeks. While Bucky played with some toys, and Charlie pestered Bucky, the four of us sat down in the living room to talk about what happened.
“Man, you should have told us! We could have helped!” exclaimed Tusker. Tessa was nodding along with him.
“It was just too dangerous. We couldn’t figure out who was doing it or why, and every time he did something it would get worse. What if he had started going after my friends? He tried to firebomb our house! What if it had been you?” I replied.
“Still, you should have said something,” he argued.
“The police didn’t want anybody to be told,” answered Marilyn. “Since we couldn’t figure out who it was, we didn’t know how they were getting any information on us.”
“How did he find out what you were doing?”
“Best anybody can figure out, he found me through the billing department of the phone company. He was probably able to monitor who I was calling that way, too,” I answered. That was a nicely chilling thought.
“Jesus Christ!” muttered Tusker.
Eventually we got off that topic, and onto something a lot more amusing, how Tusk Cycle was coming along. It was now about three months since they had become a Honda dealer, and their most recent quarter was showing some excellent numbers. The numbers were so good, in fact, that they had just bought a house! “Congratulations! We had no idea!” I commented for the both of us.
Tessa said, “Well, Bucky can’t live in the dining room forever, and certainly not with a baby brother or sister.”
It took us a second to catch on, but then Marilyn squealed and jumped up to hug the pair of them. I shook Tusker’s hand and said, “Uh, is this congratulations or condolences?”
“Very funny, jackass!” he replied.
“It’s congratulations!” said Marilyn, wagging a finger at me. “Don’t forget, we’re trying, too!”
That caused Tessa to squeal happily, too. Tusker gave me an amused look, and I said lowly to him, “I think I like my end of the deal better than her end.”
He muttered back, “No shit!”
“Come on, let’s get a drink.” I led him out to the kitchen, and opened up the bar in the bottom of the island.