Double Trouble

The morning was a bustle as Peter was getting ready for work and Amy put him some lunch together. Most of the executives at his company ate out or ordered in for lunch but, ever the pragmatist, Peter made a point of taking food from home to save money and to stop him from eating unhealthily. He was obliged sometimes to join others for working lunches and he would get ribbed for his simple boxed lunch by those who enjoyed the benefits of their income and status. Amy’s sandwich, crisps, a piece of fruit and a pot of yoghurt as a treat brought him great pleasure in a self-righteous way.

“Darling, would you mind taking out the rubbish for me?” Amy called to him as he was tying his shoes.

He cheerfully obliged and came back in with a delivery. “This was by the bins. I wish they would stop leaving it there. I don’t know why I bothered putting that parcel box on the porch. It’s for you.”

Amy licked mayonnaise off her finger. “Mmm, they came quickly,” she said as she wiped her hands on a cloth and went to get the package.

“What have you been buying?” Amy wasn’t particularly frivolous with money but still far more frivolous than Peter.

“It’s some new underwear.”

“Oh,” said Peter with a little smile. He thought about it for a moment and then frowned. “Why are you buying your underwear from amazon?”

“I’m not, silly,” she giggled. “It’s for Kenny.”

Peter stared blankly. “For Kenny?”

“Yes, his underwear is just awful. It’s super snug Y-fronts. They are too tight for him and frankly, a little embarrassing.”

“But why are you buying him underwear?”

“Not all men are like you. Most are useless when it comes to dressing themselves. He won’t do it so I’m doing it for him,” she explained.

Peter walked up to her and stood close. “I mean, why do you care so much about what underwear he has?”

Amy could see a stormy look behind his eyes and it brought out her playful side. “I don’t know,” she said, vaguely. “I suppose I just want to look after him while he is here. Make sure he is comfortable.” She pressed herself to Peter. “Make sure his needs are met,” she said, seductively.

Peter grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Her body put up no resistance as he forcefully pressed his lips to hers. It hurt a little and the kiss was more assertive than sensual but she liked it. She was surprised however when he spun her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. She quickly recovered from the shock of having her body pressed down and her pussy flooded as if preparing her body for what she knew was about to happen.

Peter pulled her skirt up. It wasn’t easy as it was tight fitting. She thought he would tear it with how hard he was pulling on it. She wouldn’t have minded. It was one of her favourites but it would have been a worthy sacrifice. Quickly he had it up over her hips and she could feel the cool air on her butt as she heard him unzip his trousers. His feet kicked at hers to spread them further apart, He pulled her scant panties aside and he roughly rubbed her between her legs. “You are soaked,” he growled as he roughly spread the moisture around. It was clumsy and indelicate but it felt right.

Without ceremony, he pushed himself fully inside her. She grunted at the sudden rough invasion and could do little but pant as he began roughly thrusting. Her hands sought something to grab ahold of but nothing but flat marble met her hand so she was left flailing. To call it pleasurable wouldn’t have been accurate. It was too rough, too aggressive and too sudden to be pleasurable. Thrilling was a better way to describe it. She knew this man, loved him and here he was assaulting her on the kitchen counter but she was a very willing participant. Thrilling was a more accurate way to describe the feeling as one of his hands pushed on her back while the other dug into her hip as he used her body for leverage to slam into her.

It didn’t take long for him to cum. He shot his load inside her and then bowed his head as his frenzy left him and he caught his breath. His hands loosened their grip and he rubbed her where he had been gripping her hip. “I hurt you,” he said, his voice thick with regret.

“I don’t mind. In the moment it was working for me,” she said as she mustered her strength and propped herself up. “Feel better?” she asked him.

“No, I feel bad for getting carried away.”

She pulled herself off him, adjusted her panties back and wriggled her skirt back while Peter grabbed some paper towel to clean himself before tucking himself away. Amy walked over to him and kissed him before looking at him and giggling. “You might want to wash your face before you go. I left a little lipstick on you.” She looked at his serious face. “Don’t be embarrassed by it. I like seeing you lose control. I like feeling it even more.” She pressed herself against him and kissed him again.

Peter chuckled at her lusty gesture. “Maybe I am overthinking it.”

“Overthinking? You?” she said, with mock surprise. “I’m enjoying this little thing we have going on. Are you?”

Peter gave a big sigh. “Yes, it seems I am. Even if I am not fond of how it makes me behave.”

“I think my stoic man needs a little outlet from time to time. You can take it out on me like that anytime.”

They kissed again then Amy ushered him along or he would be late. He rushed to the bathroom to clear up before grabbing his lunch and dashing out of the house. Amy checked herself in the entryway mirror. She still looked presentable. Her hair was a little wild but she just reapplied her lipstick and called it done.

She was making herself some breakfast when she heard feet on the stairs and Kenny came into the kitchen. “Hey, good morning,” she called out as he dropped his bag and went to the fridge. He turned to find her pouting. “Where’s my good morning kiss?” she asked.

“Oh, sorry,” he said and walked up to her. He put his hand on her hip and gave her his usual soft and tender kiss. It was a far cry from the rough kisses she had received a moment before and the contrast made her ravaged pussy twitch. She had enjoyed the fuck but hadn’t cum. She was still feeling horny.

Kenny stuffed toast in the toaster and grabbed a plate while he waited. Amy made him a coffee without asking as she knew he liked one in the morning. She handed it to him and ran her hand down his arm. “I have something for you,” she said.

“Wow, you didn’t have to get me anything,” said Kenny.

“Well, wait until you see what it is. You may want to argue with me.”

“Okay,” said Kenny, confused.

Amy pulled out a pair of the black boxer briefs she had bought and held them up saying, “Ta-da,”

Kenny winced. “That’s really sweet of you but you know I can’t wear them.”

“Of course, you can,” said Amy going and standing right in front of him.

“But my erections,” he complained.

Amy looked serious as she put her arms around his middle and pressed against him. “I know you don’t want to but I really hate the idea that you are hurting yourself with those tight underpants. It can’t be good for you and if nothing else, you said it was painful.”

“It is but…”

“But nothing. So you get an erection. You aren’t the only one it happens to. If you get one just act like it doesn’t bother you and people won’t care as much.”

“What if a girl sees?” he asked.

“Then I’m sure she will be impressed,” she said with a smile. “Are you worried that they will tease you?” Kenny nodded. “If they do that then either they are embarrassed in which case you will just have to forgive them, into it, in which case good for you or they are bitches and not worth your time. Just try them on, for me.” She batted her eyes at him and made a puppy dog face.

“I’ll try them,” he said, weak against her ways. Amy started unbuckling his belt. “What are you doing?” he asked in surprise.

“I thought you were going to wear them?” she said as she unzipped his fly.

“I meant like, tomorrow.”

Amy shook her head. “Come on, I want to see how you get on with them.” She ducked down as she pulled his trousers and pants down in one motion. She almost got slapped in the face by his big and very stiff cock. “Oops,” she giggled as the meaty cock bounced in front of her face. “You really do get hard easily don’t you?”

“I get hard every time we kiss,” he confessed.

Those words made Amy happy. She was not immune to compliments and her ego enjoyed that he found her so desirable. She encouraged him to step out of his clothes and stood up. His cock rested in her hand and she took a good grip of it. “Looks like I am going to have to help you out before you try them on. She began to stroke him as she pressed herself to him. He took her lead and leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues danced as she relished the weight of his cock in her hand. Despite Kenny’s slim body, holding such a big cock made him feel powerful.

“Did you cum already this morning,” she asked out of curiosity.

“Just before I came down,” he breathed.

So hard and he had cum just a little while before. That sent shivers through Amy. How many times could he cum before he was done? She wanted to find out but right now she had a task to do. “Do you think it will take you long to cum?”

“Not with how you are touching me, I’m already close.”

Amy smiled with pride and pulled his head to her so they could kiss some more. “Cum for me,” she whispered into his ear. “I want you to shoot it all out for me. I want you to cum so much,” she groaned softly and her hips gyrated subtly.

It was too much for inexperienced Kenny and he blurted, “I’m going to cum.”

Amy realised that if he did he would make a mess of the floor and potentially her clothes. Without thinking she ducked down and stuffed the head of his dick into her mouth, barely registering how little of the tip she had in without opening her mouth wider. Thick ribbons of cum shot forcefully into her mouth and she instinctively began to swallow. After a few years of only occasionally sucking Peter’s cock, Kenny’s large load came as a shock but a very enjoyable one.

Once Kenny was done she ran her tongue over the tip to make sure it was clean and she had caught everything. She realised that she was moaning as he had filled her mouth. She gave the tip one more lick and felt Kenny flinch. It was then that she realised that she had put his cock in her mouth. It wasn't quite a blowjob but she had inadvertently taken things a step farther. Oh well, she thought. I guess I will just have to start sucking his cock from now on. She found herself looking forward to it.

“Amy?” came a voice from above her. She looked up, almost forgetting that Kenny was there. “If you keep playing with it, it won't go down.”

Her pussy throbbed at the thought of that. “Sorry,” she giggled as she stood up. She pinched his coffee to clear the thick feeling of cum from her mouth. She held his gaze as she sipped from the cup before giving him a grin.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” said Kenny with awe.

“I didn’t mean to. I just didn't want you to make a mess. It's much easier if you swallow. You didn’t mind, did you?” she asked, coyly.

Kenny did not mind and she laughed at his enthusiastic reassurance that it was perfectly fine, good even. “Come on, or you will be late. Try these on.” She passed him the underwear and he slid it on. His cock wasn’t completely soft and it looked almost more obscene seeing the outline of it against the fabric.

Kenny pulled up his trousers and it was still quite noticeable. “See, this is why I wear the other ones.”

He made to take them off but she put her hand on his to stop him. “They are more comfortable though, aren’t they?”

“Well, yes.”

“See this as a quest. Your quest is to try and not be bothered by seeing your bulge. You may well fail but keep trying and the reward will be more confidence and a happier cock. Sound fair?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I can.”

“If you can wear them all week, I’ll make sure you get a reward. Keep him comfortable for a week and I will start and finish with my mouth. How does that sound?”

Kenny’s eyes went wide and she saw him pressing out the front of his trousers even more. “Sure, sounds good,” said Kenny blankly.

Amy giggled at how basic men could be and gave him a kiss. “Go on now, you’ll be late. I’m sure it will go down by the time you get there.”

Kenny grabbed his bag and started making for the door. “I don’t know. After a promise like that, I am going to have a hard time not thinking about it. See you later.”

She waved him off and returned to the kitchen. She leaned on the counter. “That was a fun morning,” she said to herself as she thought about the fact that she has her husband’s cum in one hole and Kenny’s in her tummy. She realised she was going to have to take a shower. She could take care of herself at the same time so she didn’t mind. She noticed the toast still in the toaster. “Oh no, he’s going to be hungry,” she said and put the cold toast in the bin.