A man having an interesting morning

Robert’s eyes snapped open, a deep groan ripping from his throat. Not from discomfort, no. His eyes widened as he looked down at the source of his surprise. His wife, Jane, was right there, her face buried between his legs, her mouth a hot, wet vise on his morning wood. He’d been married to the woman for years and believed he had known everything to know about her. She’d always been vanilla in the bedroom, often too preoccupied with her demanding job at the hospital to indulge in their shared life. This? This was a whole new side of her.

His cock was already hard, throbbing, and she was milking it like a pro. Her lips were slick, her tongue a darting viper, and he could feel the pressure building in his balls with every suck. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a strangled moan. Arching his back, Robert’s hands tangled in her hair, trying to control the surge of pleasure ripping through him.

“Jane,” he gasped, but she ignored him, her focus solely on his cock. She was an artist down there, acting as if she had done this for years. Teasing the head, then swallowing him whole, her throat bobbing with each thrust. Robert was so close, teetering on the edge, and he knew he was going to blow any second.

And then he did. A roar tore from his chest as he unloaded a thick stream of cum down her throat. Jane didn’t stop, didn’t flinch. She just kept sucking, milking every last drop until his cock was limp and throbbing. Finally, Jane pulled away, her lips glistening with his spunk, and licked him clean, her eyes locking with his.

“Fuck,” he managed, his voice hoarse. “That’s… new.”

He scrambled out of bed, his legs shaky, and yanked up his pants, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Jane just giggled, the throaty sound unlike her. She grabbed her robe and towel, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just wanted to make sure my little man wakes up horny,” she purred, poking his nose with a finger before sauntering over to the bathroom.

Little? Robert shook his head, trying to dismiss her weird behavior, but his cock was already twitching again. However, he couldn’t shake the hint of concern about his wife’s unexpected behavior. Was this a one-time thing? Or was Jane trying to tell him that she wanted to explore new areas in their relationship?

As he stripped off his pajamas and slipped into his running clothes, he tried to focus on his morning routine. Morning jogs had always been his way of staying in shape, something that kept him grounded in the moment. But today, his mind was elsewhere. “Heading out for a run!” he called out, tying his shoes.

Stepping outside, Robert inhaled the cool morning air, a welcome refreshment that made the world feel normal again. As he jogged past his maintained fence and manicured lawn, pride swelled within him for the affluent neighborhood he called home. The houses lined up neatly, each showcasing their owners’ wealth, and the polished cars in driveways reflected a certain status. He smiled at the sight of Lauran Smith, one of the neighborhood’s more devout residents, who was usually friendly to everyone.

But the smirk died a quick **** when he took in the sight of her. Gone was the prim church dress. Instead, she was rocking a trashy, too-tight skirt that barely covered her ass, a cheap tank top that showed off way too much cleavage, and enough makeup to look like a clown. She leaned against a lamppost, puffing out a cloud of smoke from a cigarette, her eyes hard and hungry. He stopped dead in his tracks, his cock twitching despite himself. What the hell had gotten into her?

It didn't take long to find out. A beat-up sedan cruised to a stop beside her, and Lauran sashayed over, her hips swaying in a way that made Robert’s blood rush south. She leaned into the window, her skirt riding up her thighs. After a few minutes of hushed conversation, the driver, a middle-aged guy with a **** look in his eyes, climbed out of the car. Lauran grabbed his hand and led him towards her house, her ass jiggling with every step.

Robert shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind, and **** himself to continue his jog. Lauran had always used… unconventional methods when talking about her faith. He didn’t understand it, and frankly, he didn’t want to.

As he jogged past Mrs. Cho, who was tending to her garden, his eyes were drawn to her hose. Not just the hose, but the way Mrs. Cho was holding it. She cradled it between her legs, her fingers stroking the nozzle as she watered her flowers. “Morning, Robert,” she said, rubbing the hose suggestively. “You want me to spray you too? I bet you’re sweating real good, aren't you?”

Robert chuckled, his gaze lingering on her plump breasts straining against her gardening top. “No thanks, Mrs. Cho. I’m not sweaty enough... yet. But maybe later, I’ll come back and let you give me a good soaking.” He winked before his face flushed a deep red. Why on earth did he say that?

Giving Mrs. Cho a friendly wave, Robert tried to shake off the weirdness and focused on bouncing around the neighborhood on his huge yoga ball. His hips pumped up and down as he gripped the handle, his balls slapping against his thighs with each bounce. He had to admit, Jane had given him a hell of a gift. This thing was doing wonders for his legs and ass. He could feel the muscles tightening with every bounce, and the sweat was pouring off him.

As he passed the Lane’s mansion, one of the most expensive houses in the neighborhood, Robert stopped for a break, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. Maybe he should have taken up Mrs. Cho’s offer. A quick hose-down would feel amazing right now. He glanced at the house again and frowned at the Lane’s trailer home. Admittedly, it was a rusted-out piece of shit that looked like it was about to fall apart. How had he never noticed that before? The thing was an eyesore, dragging down the property values of the whole neighborhood. He glanced around, and his stomach dropped. The other houses weren’t as neat as he remembered either. The lawns were overgrown, the paint was peeling, and the whole place looked like it was decaying before his eyes.

Why did he agree with Jane to move to this trashy neighborhood?

Stepping out of the trailer home was Nadia Lane, the woman who flaunted her wealth at every opportunity. Carrying her glass of orange juice, she wore her usual expensive robe and slippers as she walked across her trash-strewn yard. She had an annoyed look on her face.

“Morning, Robert,” she mumbled as she checked her mail. The glass in her hand rattled, and then, right before his eyes, it morphed into a beer bottle, the sudden change going unnoticed by both Robert and Nadia. “Bills, bills, bills. I don’t even know why I check this thing. It’s always the same damn thing.”

Robert squinted, noticing a thick southern drawl in Nadia’s voice. As far as he knew, she was from New York, the rich side. What the fuck was going on? “Have you noticed anything strange lately?” he asked. The whole world felt like it was tilting on its axis, but he couldn’t place his finger as to why.

What's next?

1. Nadia doesn't notice anything is wrong
2. Follow back with Tiffany and her morning
3. A change in a cafe's morning menu
4. A person waiting at the bus stop and is oblivious to everything around them