Homecoming

My family got in about an hour after I finished with the Princes. I had made up dinner by then, spaghetti and meatballs (I never said I was a good cook; I could have had something fancier appear, but I wanted to the normalcy). Charlie was tired from driving, and still a touch annoyed with me for backing out of the trip, but she commented on how good a job I had done (having Power) clean up the place while she was away. She greeted me with a chaste kiss on the cheek. Having spent several hours in the back of a car and before that a weekend around relatives, neither of my kids were particularity talky at the table, and they both headed up to their rooms afterward, with a reminder that it was a school night, so don't stay up too late.

I gave Charlie an edited version of the weekend; I mentioned walking around the park (without the cave), getting ice cream (without mentioning Lisa), watching movies, etc. I worked in an edited account of my hookup with Beth, telling her how she had come over for a swim and we got to talking and were now friends. Charlie of course didn't suspect anything untoward and was happy I had made a friend. I did have to make one small tweak when she noticed the pantry was unusually stuffed; but otherwise I left all of them alone. I did notice my daughter, Sarah, asking off hand during dinner if she could have some friends over to use the pool (which hadn't existed when she left). I said fine, as long as it didn't turn into a party (she rolled her eyes at that, "not everything teenagers go is a party"). I did realize I had inadvertently gotten rid of Thomas' soccer practice space when he complained about needing to go to the park; with the yard full of pool, it was no longer the flat grassy area we used to practice in when he was younger, and that he still used for practicing against the fence now that he was on the team at his high school. I added some grassed area onto the side of the yard to compensate; keeping the ball out of the pool wouldn't hurt his handling skills. Other than that, there were no issues, and I enjoyed a perfectly normal dinner with my family.

After dinner, and with the kids retreated into their rooms with their computers or phones (I was pretty sure I heard Sarah talking to one of her friends), Charlie settled in to the living room, me idly channel surfing while she took a book on the recliner. With everything that had gone on, I couldn't help considering her. We were about the same height. Charlie had her black hair cut very short, because she didn't like having to worry about it (though she worried enough to insist on having it cut that way buy a stylist; I used to just do my hair with an electric razor, though I guess I didn't need to anymore). She dressed fairly basically; her normal outfit consisting of a loose blouse and pants theses days (she had once been into dresses, but had shifted to this as we got older). I thought she had aged well, but I think she was self conscious about her body a little (though she never told me that), as I had noticed her shifting toward looser clothing after her pregnancy. At 47, she looked the quintessential suburban mom, and acted the part.

If you are wondering exactly why I had gone on such a sex binger over the weekend, it's because we didn't do it much. Our relationship had never been about the physical (although she had certainly been good to look at when younger, and in my eyes was still perfectly fine), but the physical was a little tricky. Charlie was just the kind of person who didn't like sex. She tried for me, and of course we got along fine (and had 2 kids to show for it), but it was usually more of a favor to me that for her own enjoyment; I tried to make her feel good but she was not very experimental, so before all this things had settled into a bit of a rut. I'm not going to deny that I had often felt I wanted more in that area (hence trying the prostitutes), but she was my perfect match in every other area, so I was not one to complain. Besides, I thought, now I can have my cake and eat it too. I knew I wasn't getting anything from her tonight; after all that driving there was no way she was in the mood, but I was perfectly satisfied after the day I had anyway and didn't bring it up. We just enjoyed each others company for the night, and went to bed.

In the morning it was business as usual. Everyone got up, got breakfast, the kids got going to school. I kissed Charlie on the way out of the house (I still hadn't decided what I wanted to do about work, so I was going to go as usual and decide about it later). As I was backing out of the driveway, I saw Mike also pulling out. Beth was waving goodbye to him. She waved to me too as I pulled into the street once Mike had cleared the way. Even in a casual outfit, just jeans and a shirt, she looked good, but I had a meeting to get to, so there was no time to say hello. And then I remembered that was not a problem.

Did I want to do something? I just spent last night being normal, and already this morning I wanted to play around again? I was horny again, though, and it wouldn't hurt anything with time frozen... I talked myself into it (so much for sticking to normalcy). I could have a quickie with Beth and still get to my meeting at the same time. Rather than turning to go down the street, I kept backing up (the driveways were directly opposite each other) and pulled into her driveway. Charlie went to work before me, so with all the kids at school there was no one around to notice.

Beth knocked on my window with a bemused look on her face. "Can I help you?" she asked when I rolled down the window. "I heard you might need some help yourself," I replied, raiding my eyebrows. "Is now a good time?"

Let it never be said Beth can't take a hint. Within a minute we were in her house. She gave me a big kiss as the door closed, running her hands down my back. She put her hands on my back and felt me through my dress pants, pulling me forward into her crotch. "I know you don't have much time," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the bedroom before I could correct her. I decided not to; I wanted to see what she was like if she thought we had to rush. She quickly stripped off her blouse and pants (never understood how women can get such tight jeans off so easily), then doffed her bra and panties, getting naked in record time. I matched her speed, not having to worry about wrinkling my suit since I could just fix it later. She hopped on the bed, which made her breasts bounce enticingly, then lay on her back. "I need you so much," she moaned, rubbing her clit with one hand while working her boobs with the other, trying to g t herself wet quickly.

I joined her on the bed and added my fingers thrusting gently into her, also taking a breast in my mouth. Despite the suddenness, she was definitely in the mood, and didn't need much foreplay. I was on her and in her a minute later, thrusting slowly. between her wide splayed legs. She leaned up a little and kissed my ear. "Thank you for coming back for me," she said. "When I saw you this morning, I was so sad to see you leaving. I was gonna come inside and get myself off imagining you doing just this." I kissed her, then bowed my head to lick her delicious breasts, biting softly on first one nipple, then the other. I was fucking her slow, but she thought we had to hurry and was pushing her self up at me, trying to let me know I could go faster. Instead, I pulled out and told her to get on top of me so she could set the pace. I've always loved the sight of a woman inserting a cock into her cunt above me; I watched intently as she lined me up and suck down. She rapidly built up speed, trying to rush toward an orgasm for the both of us. I let her, knowing i could just keep going anyway, and I reached up and grabbed her shaking boobs. Besides the great view it affords, being able to do this was something I loved about this position, since my hands were free and I didn't have to worry about balance. I alternated kneading them and pulling at her nipples, drawing pleased gasps from her.

With my ministrations to her tits and the speed she was riding me, it didn't take long before Beth reached the edge of orgasm. She came, shuddering on me, and I came too. I was still inside her as she sat on me, and she pulled up getting ready to get off me as were done. As she reached the top of my dick, I instead pulled her pack down again, and began thrusting up into her as hard as I could. She was shocked but quickly got back into it, fucking back down on me again. As she got nearer to her second cum, she began to pound down harder and harder. I grabbed her hips and tired to match her strokes, but with my lack of leverage I mostly failed. She like din all the same, and after a few more thrusts she came again, and so did I, shooting another full load up into her.

We lay their for a minute, hugging horizontally, then she reluctantly pulled herself off me (I let her this time), and headed into the bathroom. "You had better quit fucking around and get to work," she told me, throwing me a box of tissues (there was no way that was going to work; I just made myself clean and got dressed, de-wrinkling my suit as I went). We had been going for perhaps a half hour.

She gave me one last look at her body, and then got in her shower. I showed myself out, a second later I was pulling out of the driveway. Just to be sure, I made it so none of the neighbors would find it usual for me to be over at Beth' house. We didn't have a gossipy neighborhood, but no sense risking it.

My plans for getting to work on time were thwarted anyway (not because of the non-time I had spent with Beth, but a huge construction project had started out of Pineview rode, not far from my office). I advanced a car length at a time, taking five minutes to go a block, beginning to glance at my watch and fume. "Can't you all just MOVE!" I yelled at no one. And then everyone, together, like a coordinated stunt, pulled to side, and I found myself passing easily down the road. I heard Power clear her throat as she appeared in the passenger seat. "Was that acceptable?" she asked. "You had asked me not to act in advance too much, but I felt that this was what you would have wanted". We had just cleared the construction and were back in normal traffic, which probably would have been at least 30 min without her help. "Of course!" I replied, "This is a fine time to anticipate. It's just clearing traffic, after all." She nodded and vanished; I noticed all the lights in my path going green and the green the rest of the way was the longest stretch of perfect traffic I had ever experienced. No lights, not one changing lens, no need to slow down or speed up. I pulled into the parking lot only 10 min late.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil