Weekend Wallop

As Molly slowly woke up, she was glad they slept in so long as she still felt the dull ache from last night’s activities even moaning and wiggling a bit as she remembered all the activities. Realizing it was after noon and her husband was still sleeping next to her, she was surprised to see morning wood pressing up the sheets. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him over the past several weeks, but she was certainly glad she had been here to enjoy it. It also played well into her own ideas for this weekend as well.

Reaching down between her thighs as she stared at his firm rod, she began to warm up her own engine. She wasn’t sure she was ready for another onslaught like he gave her well into the early morning, but she wasn’t wanting to wake him up without some sort of natural preparation just in case.

Feeling her own body swelling and juices flow in their own arousal, Molly slowly slid down under the sheets to reach her own treat. Calmly reaching up and slowly enveloping his semi-conscious hardened shaft, she was rewarded with the savory taste of his precursor still. Obvious that he had expelled a large amount of energy as well, she was able to work multiple strokes up and down his shaft without rousing him from his deep sleep.

Slowly Paul’s mind began to rejoin the real world as disoriented as it was. Laying on his back in his bed felt oddly foreign to him and looking down to see a head bobbing under the sheets did not seem to mesh with his expectations. However, the pleasurable sensations quickly kicked his animalistic brain into high gear and any clouded memories from lucid dreams quickly blew away from his mind.

Molly was glad to confirm his consciousness as she felt his hand run over her hair. Enjoying the intimate touch and caress made this always so much more enjoyable with Paul than when a guy just sits there and waits for her to do the work. Her motions paused only briefly as she felt the morning light invading her view and the cold, air-conditioned wind blow over her as he tossed their covers aside.

Looking down at his loving girl, Paul enjoyed watching her smile as she devoured his cock. As her eyes moved up to his, he was always amazed at how happy and joyful she could look with just her eyebrows & irises as her mouth enveloped him so completely. Feeling more of his precum leaking out he could feel her moan around his cock as her whole body seem to shift as she lapped it up. “good girls love cum,” passed by his lips as the thought crossed his mind explaining what she was feeling. As she continued to work up and down his shaft seeming to enjoying feeling his penis twitch in her mouth, more phrases flashed through his mind and rolled out his mouth, “good girls enjoy pleasing others.”

Molly wasn’t sure at first if she heard him at first or just more of her ingrained training running through her mind. However, hearing him utter her training phrase emblazoned deep in her psyche so long ago seemed to trigger a deep arousal she hadn’t expected as she was energized to work even harder on him.

Feeling her enthusiasm increase even further, Paul through his head back muttering “cum sluts love pleasure.”

Molly’s internal heat was building as hearing her deep learned phrases vocalized was quickly dropping her towards subspace. Knowing she should enjoy her pleasure, she reached back between her own thighs again and began working herself up more.

Seeing her shift her hand down to work on herself, Paul’s short-circuit tripped out “good girls enjoy pleasing themselves,” as he continued rubbing the head at his crotch feeling his body getting closer on its own.

Hearing Him say so much got her going while his balls seemed to swell against her cheeks, she couldn’t help but massage them as she increased her pace.

Feeling his explosion getting close, “good girls love to cum” passed over his lips as he approached the precipice.

Knowing he was getting close and she wanted to join him, she quickly redoubled her effort as she greedily sucked on his cock wanting her reward.

With his pleasure sensors on overload and his brain twisted around itself, Paul could feel his body release as he moaned out “good girls love cum” as he gripped the back of her hair.

While she knew he was close, she was so caught up in herself she missed the signs and was pleasantly surprised by the explosion of cum into her mouth. However, her breathing was not ready and she had to hold it in her mouth as she was panting through her nose trying to get to the point she could swallow her reward. The taste coating her mouth was driving her up to the edge herself. However, everything was quickly interrupted as his cock suddenly disappeared.

Amazed at how much she was enjoying it and wanting to be closer to her, Paul gripped the back of her head and pulled her head back. Seeing her open mouth covered in glistening white as her tongue seemed to search around for more, Paul was overcome with an urge to kiss her and pulled her whole body by her hair up to his face.

Feeling her body tossed around like some toy she moaned as her lips were locked onto his. Tossing her leg over his body she rubbed her clit against his softening cock as she returned his deep kiss. Lost in the pleasure and taste of her lover, she didn’t comprehend how much nectar she was loosing to her lover, but the growing explosion in her wiped many thoughts from her mind.

Enjoying the absolutely divine flavor of his lover, Paul sucked deeply from her trying to devour every bit of her as he felt her hot, wet slit rubbing over his still sensitive and firm rod reigniting the pleasure enjoying ever last ounce of pleasure as blood slowly left his cock.

They both laid there for several minutes slowly catching their breath and recovering. Occasionally reaching out to lick remnants from each other’s lips as aftershocks rumbled repeatedly over her body.

When faculties finally returned to her she could feel her tender pussy still leaking fluids onto her sticky thighs. Feeling less than sensual, she broke the silence, “you are absolutely amazing, Sir, but I need to grab a quick shower.” Looking back from the en-suite door, she could see him mindlessly still licking his lips as she felt her stomach grumble. “While I shower, would you be willing to fix us something to eat? I’m starving!”

Dreamily Paul responded, “sure. Any requests?”

Tossing back dozens of other thoughts, she focused on food and replied with, “I have an odd craving for something breakfasty and savory; biscuits & gravy sounds awfully appealing for some reason.”

“K, sure,” Paul said still recovering himself. Hearing the water turn on, he realized he better get up before he let sleep retake him. Grabbing a kilt & shirt, he stumbles to the kitchen.

Still feeling exhausted, he’s too tired to think of something creative and just goes with the biscuits and gravy. Only finding frozen sausage links, he tosses those in a pan to cook as he puts together some broth, flour, cream, and other ingredients to get the gravy going. His addled brain only realizes halfway through that he hadn’t done the biscuits. Too tired to consider scratch, he just grabs a can and tosses them in the oven. Knowing his gravy and sausage will finish long before the biscuits at this point, he turns the stoves down while the biscuits bake. Standing there stirring the gravy, Paul’s brain seems to fall back to memories of the previous week. Shades of lavender and platforms run through his mind. He doesn’t even recognize his idle wrist elevating as walking routines pass through his mind as he moves onto the balls of his feet. More and more pictures flash through his mind over & over again until suddenly Molly’s yelling next to him finally breaks through his tired mind.

Shocking out of his daydream by the smell of smoke and the fire alarm, he finally realizes why Molly was yelling at him to open the oven. Wafting the acrid smoke out of the way after opening the door, he’s met with 8 black pucks. Grabbing the pan he runs to the back door to put the smoldering hunks of carbon on the patio, to return to a damp, nude Molly giggling in the kitchen.

Can’t help but laughing, “guess I wore you out more than I realized, hun. Hadn’t seen you mess up a meal in ages,” Molly teased.

Paul nervously laughed in response, “heh, ya, guess I kinda nodded off.”

“Well, this was what I was really craving anyway,” Molly replied as she blew on the spoon and licked off some gravy. Grabbing a couple of plates, she tossed half the links on each and ladled some gravy next to them. “Let’s eat!” she announced as she sashayed over to the table placing the plates next to each other.

Sitting in his chair, he was a little surprised to feel her plop into his lap, but never upset about having her naked in his lap, he pulled her in close. “Well, hello”

“Hello yourself, Sir,” she teased as she dipped a sausage in the gravy and licked it off. She could feel his stomach grumble under her. “Hungry too, Sir?”

Chuckling he responded, “can’t hide anything from you, huh?”

“I hav my vays!” she responds in a German accent as she feeds a cream covered link to him.

As he chews, he can feel the gravy run out his lips, “hrmm, fraid the gravy is a bit runny.”

“I don’t mind,” she responds as she leans down to lick his lips, “more fun to clean up that way.”

They continue the meal mostly that way, Paul finding the savory, creamy liquid oddly appealing yet disappointing at the same time. He pays it no mind as he loves the teasing and playful mood she has & enjoys her jovial nature.

Both still feeling exhausted & tired, but fueled now, they retreated to the couch for an afternoon of Netflix & chill as it turns to evening before retiring to bed.

Paul woke the next day to the view of the noon sun illuminating his wife’s nude form as they had fallen into bed exhausted not even bothering with the sheets. Still in his kilt, he figured he’d return yesterday’s wake up call as he slid down the sheets to her hip.

Molly was jostled awake as she suddenly felt her legs fly apart as she was tossed onto her back. The natural panic was quickly dispersed as her brain finally registered that was her husbands bald head between her legs as she felt him grip her thighs and dive into her snatch. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed as she felt him dive into her. It wasn’t long before he drove her over the edge and she was exploding over his talented tongue. Driving her to a cascading orgasm she tried rubbing his head as the words “t-t-too m-m-much" barely escaped her lips.

Realizing she only does that when she is at a point of negative return, he slid up her body to continue with a basic make out session. However, its anything but basic as she returns his passion tasting her own juices on his lips.

Sensing her mind coming back to her and could tell he was about ready to take it further again, she finally felt now was the best time to bring up her final plan before he took it further. “Babe, there’s something I wanted to bring up to you.”

Knowing this wasn’t just a playful banter but her attempt to talk rather than get lost in passion, he went along with it even if he didn’t move away from her naked form, “go ahead, hun.”

“K, these past few weeks of sexy time & play have been absolutely amazing!!” Molly enthusiastically recalled. “With almost every day finding you so enthusiastic and domineering has been so glorious and fun!!”

“I’m sensing another ‘but’ in there,” Paul remarked swatting her exposed bare ass.

“Yes, Sir,” Molly responded truthfully but also moaning as she tried to fight dropping completely back to subspace... yet. “But I’m also not as young as I once was and I have so much fun plans for next week, I need some time to recuperate & heal.”

“K.....?” Paul responded knowing the other shoe hadn’t dropped yet.

“Well, I’d like today to be the last day we play until the party.” Molly finally blurted out. “I know it won’t be easy and its asking a lot, but if we can just abstain for the week, I know I can absolutely blow your mind after the party!!”

“Babe, I have a hard time not going after you on a bad day; not sure I want to go a whole week.”

Molly knew this was going to manipulate him, but she really needed this to work out for what she had planned. “I know it seems like a lot and its not like we haven’t done it before, even when we were younger, but if you don’t think you can control yourself, you know I’m always at your disposal, Sir.”

‘What the fuck? Does this slut honestly think I’m the one that can’t control myself for a week?’ Paul thought to himself. “You really think you can last a week without this?” He said somewhat comically gesturing down his body.

Giggling to herself at his joke, but also knowing she had him at this point, “well, with your help, I think I can manage. Plus, I want you to use my body all you want today to get a ‘last hurrah’ out of our system.”

Flipping her back onto her back and straddling her stomach, “oh, I’m sure I can control you, slut,” Paul demanded as he ripped off his kilt revealing his stiff cock flopping on her sternum. Looking to her nightstand, he nodded to it telling her, “oil up your chest, whore. I want a titty fuck.”

Giggling she reached for the oil knowing it was going to work great, “Yes, Master,” as she poured the cherry, berry delight all over her chest and began massaging her tits, loving the tingling sensation as it seeped into her nipples. Squeezing her modest mounds together grasping just the tip of his resting stiff cock between them before icing the cake with, “Please, Sir, use your fuck toy.”

Paul wasted no time and quickly slipping his cock into her slippery, improvised flesh tunnel.

Feeling him thrust forward pushing her breath out with every stroke, she was quickly lost in watching his raw lust pound away at her chest. Looking forward to being rewarded, she uttered between pants “I want to be a good slut.”

Enjoying not only the moist, warmth around his cock as he slipped between her mounds, the tingle rushing through his cock enveloped him even further and quickly drove him to explosion. Feeling it starting he pulled back and painted her oiled chest in his warm spunk.

Feeling him explode from using her drove her inner warmth even more as moistness grew beneath her. Playing with her slippery, tingling nipples she quickly felt her arousal rising fast.

Enraptured at the hot view before him of his enthusiastic slut of a wife, he began lapping at her wet slick chest. Feeling his tongue tingle with the familiar berry flavor, he was rewarded more with a new savorier flavor as he begin roving over her tits. Hearing her panting increase, he shoved a knee between her thighs to forcefully spread them as he reached down to begin fingering her as he continued to devour lap across her breasts.

Feeling her body being played from so many different angles while also thinking of the upcoming weekend, she quickly felt her body reaching the pinnacle as she shouted out, “EISELTI!!!” afraid she couldn’t stop herself.

Stopping tasting her divine chest just long enough to utter, “cum slut” as he dove back to her body.

With those small words uttered, Molly let her body go as it was still gloriously trapped beneath him as she came again and again under his touch.

Paul could feel his cock growing again as he felt her body convulse under him lavishing her savory, sweet skin.

“OH FUCK!!!!” Molly yelled out as her hands flew from her chest to her head. “SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!”

Paul detected the quick change in her demeanor as her eyes squinted in obvious pain. Moving his leg back and rolling to the side to ensure she could move as needed.

“DAMIT DAMIT!” as she rolled over and stumbled for her bedside pills. Grabbing her pills and swallowing it with water.

“Migraine?” he knew the answer before he asked it, but wanted her to communicate without having to think much.

Venturing to nod just a touch frustrated at landing so hard from the high and kicking herself for not noticing it sooner.

Feeling powerless to heal her, his arousal quickly left as his rod slowly receded in the cold air.

“dark shower,” she uttered as she blindly stood up to stumble to the bathroom.

Paul sat up ready to steady her if needed, but they both knew when she was at this stage the last thing she wanted was to be touched. All he could do was stay near and make sure it didn’t get worse from outside. Hearing her safely get into the shower and start it, he dressed and went to the kitchen to get some comfort food prepped for her. It always seemed like the least he could do, but also knew it meant they were probably done for the day. Regardless, he would do what he could to make her as comfortable as possible in this state.