Jon, father.

Jon groaned and pressed his rock hard cock up against the pert little ass cheeks of the young girl in the club. He could tell she wanted it, the little whore, and by god he was ready to give it to her. He spun her around, **** her onto her knees and fished out his cock, before shoving it into her mouth-

Jon woke with a start, his cock hard and weeping pre-come as his alarm went off. He groaned a decidedly less-pleasured groan and slapped it off. He rolled back over, and snuggled up to his still-sleeping wife. God, she was beautiful. Round, plump, and all the more womanly for having bore their children. He tried not to think about the skinny little bitch in his dreams, and instead gently rubbed himself against his sleeping wife's ass. She let out a small moan of appreciation before blinking blearily at him, a small smile on her face. "Well, someone's happy this morning!"

He kissed her, slow and sweet- he wanted to crush his mouth against her, take her, make her- and gently, softly started rubbing her large breasts. She giggled and rolled over, returning the kiss, gasping softly in his mouth as her nipples hardened. She traced her hand gently down his front, before wedging her small, feminine hand into his sweatpants and lazily jerking his cock. He moaned against her, thrusting into her soft hand.

Before long, he was on top of her- missionary, as usual, and building her to an orgasm with even thrusts. Everything inside of him wanted to hold her down and rail her, fuck her, split her open with his- her pussy milked him as she came, and he spilled into her after. He gave her another lazy kiss and got out of bed to go shower. His cock was still half-hard and he jerked himself in the shower quickly, spilling another load as he pictured slamming into his wife from behind.

"I'll be at yoga class tonight, dear," Stacy said as she kissed him goodbye after breakfast, her cheeks flushed and pretty. "and then afterwards the girls and I are going to have a few drinks at Jennifer's house. Don't wait up for me, alright?"

He hummed agreeably and left, resigning himself to another day at the office and, later, another hasty masturbation session before bed. He tried to put the image of a pair of lips gagging on his cock out of his mind. He called out goodbye to James and Melissa, and left for work.

He was dreaming again, he thought, groggily. He felt a pair of warm, soft lips on his raging cock, felt a tongue flick and lick at his thick cockhead, felt someone slurp up the resulting pre with gusto. He moaned softly, his hips bucking up into the warmth. Fuck, that felt good. So good. He let out a startled moan as he felt the plump lips reach the base of his shaft, a silken throat swallowing against his rod. This wasn't a dream! "Ohhhh fuck, Stacy... you've never done that before~!" He groaned and reached his hands down, petting the soft hair of his wife. Groggily, he thought that her hair felt shorter than usual, but then she slurped loudly on his cock and he found he didn't care.

Stacy had never done this before- not like this. The few times he'd gotten her to blow him, she'd been delicate and embarassed, and stopped shortly after she'd begun, claiming that she felt dirty and slutty and that she didn't like it. He decided the drinks after yoga must have loosened her reservations, and he made a mental note to get her drunk more often. Did he dare to push his luck? The hot, wet mouth on his cock felt so good, but he wanted more- harder, faster... rougher.

He decided to push his luck. He pressed down on her head, and, to his surprise, she let him. He slowly fucked her face and throat, reveling in the gagging noises and wet, sloppy drool that pooled in his thick dark pubes. Eventually, he decided that he wanted to fuck her. He didn't care if it was missionary again, he wanted to explode in her pussy, maybe give her another kid.

"Let me fuck you, Stacy, please, please-"

And without fanfare, suddenly, a hot, slick, tight heat was on him, and he let out another moan. Probably too loud- he hoped the kids didn't hear! But right now, he didn't care. His beautiful wife- though he couldn't see her in the darkness- was acting like a little minx for the first time in their relationship, was riding him like her life depended on it. He held onto her hips- which felt a little slimmer, maybe yoga was paying off?- and ground up into her. He didn't wait for the soft, quiet gasps she usually made that signalled her own orgasm, instead taking her roughly from below, bucking into her, deeper, deeper, deeper- he ground his teeth as he dropped a truly explosive load inside of her tight, slight heat. He ground deep inside of her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, before finally letting go, collapsing onto his pillow in a state of orgasmic bliss. He fell asleep almost instantly.