Coxvile Curse

September 2009

Jenny Summers lay on her back listening to the wind howl outside and the rain pounding her roof. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Her husband’s snores had stopped a minute ago and she knew what was coming next. Harold rolled on his side and his hand snaked over to squeeze one of her enormous breasts. Jenny sighed, “Not now Harold, I’m worried about Kitty.”

Harold’s hand moved over to her other breast and he kissed her neck. “She’s fine honey. Kitty’s out with Todd. He’ll take good care of her.” Harold pinched his wife’s long nipple and it hardened between his fingers. “Come on honey, please?”

“Alright Harold,” she sighed again. “Suit it up.” Jenny listened to her husband roll over and fumble in the dark for a condom off the nightstand. At 36, Jenny felt she was too old to get pregnant again and she also didn’t want an eighteen year gap between her kids. Harold had worn a condom every time they had sex for the last eighteen years. He didn’t mind and she loved that there wasn’t any mess afterwards.

Harold moved on top of her and guided his penis inside his wife. He jumped suddenly when there was a loud boom of thunder outside. Harold was afraid of thunderstorms or more specifically the tornadoes involved with bad weather. Whenever a storm raged outside, he initiated sex, seeking comfort with his wife. Jenny mostly lay still waiting for both the storm and Harold to finish. Harold normally didn’t take too long to finish and tonight was no exception. He grunted, and then came. She could feel his penis jerk inside her and that finally turned her on enough to get into it, but by then it was too late. Her husband‘s shrinking penis flopped out of her. Luckily, he hadn’t gotten her worked up enough she’d need to masturbate after he fell asleep as was often the case. Harold rolled off her, panting for a few minutes before rising off the bed and going to deposit the condom in the bathroom trash bin. She listened to him urinate, then Harold returned to bed, kissed her on the cheek and was snoring again within minutes, his hand resting on her breast. Jenny picked up the hand and moved it off her body. She stared up at the ceiling hoping her daughter was alright.