Waking up wonderfully

Reality slowly starts to slide into Paul’s mind as the dark, hazy fog rolls away from him as consciousness runs into his head accompanied by a most pleasant sensation. Looking down, Paul is pleasantly surprised to see his slut bobbing up and down on his morning wood, “Good morning, slut.”

Molly moans a response as she continues sliding up and down her Master’s shaft so glad to see him not cross or uncomfortable. Waking up only a few minutes before, she opened her eyes afraid he would have run off to his home office and left her alone, but she was ecstatic to not only see him lying next to her but a most prominent tent pole poking up the sheets over his groin. She was very glad his sleep was deep enough that he wasn’t awake for several minutes after she had already started stroking up down his cock with her lips.

They continued like that for another few moments with Paul moaning as Molly vigorously increased her pace. However, the hand running through her hair was a good indicator of what was about to happen, and she sucked in harder to make sure her lips stayed sealed as she quickly increased her pace. Two strokes later and her morning mouth is now coated in Master’s love potion. Swallowing completely as she suckles the rest of the baby batter from Master.

Molly licked his shaft a few last times before licking her lips clean and moving up to kiss her Master good morning. “Morning, Master, sir,” before planting a deep kiss.

Paul panting accepts her kiss their tongues dancing before finally grasping her hair and pulling her back. “Morning, my beautiful cumslut. Feeling better I hope?”

Molly gasps and wistfully replies, “much, Sir.”

Paul releases here as he twists underneath her, “well, you may have had your breakfast, but some of us require a bit more sustenance.”

To which Molly inquired, “so what sort of dream had you sporting a sequoia this morning?”

Paul chuckled at her, “I’m pretty sure that had something to do with your oral skills, dear.”

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes at him, “no, you were rock hard when I opened my eyes this morning before I even had a chance to consider anything. Must have been a helluv a dream.”

Paul just laughed at that, “if it were that good, wish I could remember it,” he replied as he stood out of bed and headed toward the kitchen.

Molly took a moment to prep herself before donning a robe to face the cool morning of the house.

As she walked into the kitchen, she was thrilled to see Paul had chosen to make himself an omelet. ‘Pissed of people don’t bother with the delicacy of an omelet; they just tear into scrambled eggs to release their anger,' Molly thought to herself. ‘Now or never,’ she thought as she tried to pull out her most cutesy of poses, “soooooooo,” she draws out as she says with her chin on his shoulder, “thought anymore about today?”

“What?” Paul asked surprised she’d bring it up, “the kids stuck at uni? Trying not to honestly.”

Molly could see this turning quickly as he was fiddling with folding the eggs, “no, no, no, about helping out the charity today.”

Paul jerks the spatula over and they both cringe as the folded omelet goes flying upward. However, much to Molly’s relief, it managed to do just enough flips to land back in the center of the pan, with the lightly brown side up. Thinking quickly, Molly covers the obvious fortunate accident with gushing praise, “Oh my God, Sir! That was amazing!! I told you you could have been a chef!!” Before lightly kissing him on the cheek.

“uh, ya,” Paul says finally taking a breath of release. “That was uh just something I’ve been working on.”

“Could you do it again? I’d love to see it.” Molly knew she was pushing her luck but was pretty sure she knew when to call her husband of over twenty years’ bluff.

“Ah, nah, would want to bruise it.” Paul said but could see Molly about to press it so he quickly steered the conversation away to only topic his brain could think of as he plated the eggs, “what were you saying about the charity?”

‘YES!’ Molly thought, trying to contain her excitement. “Well, I know you were a little apprehensive about the whole thing, but it’s for a really great cause and she wouldn’t have called if she weren’t ****.”

As Paul cut the omelet in half to put on a plate for her and headed to the dining room, she was sure she was about to lose him. “I even called Katie and she’d be thrilled to come over and help get you ready in time. Miss H said she would provide everything. She apparently got a fancy dress for the girl and suit for Santa to make this all look legit top shelf and totally not kinkish. And she’s put out so much expenses that her accountant doesn’t think she can justify the expenses as donations without at least a modicum of actual donations.” Molly kept rambling on as Paul sat down at the table and began eating his eggs. “And I know I don’t know everything that happened there before, but she was adamant that we specify any boundaries of any kind, and she would ensure they were strictly enforced. She knows you don’t want to be in any pictures, you won’t be serving anyone, no physical contact; nobody can do anything to Vyki unless we allow it.”

At the sound of the feminine name, Paul pauses his meal as the fork scraps across the plate before he composes himself.

Molly can see that trigger some irritation but she was tired of dancing around it for weeks. “Babe, I know I don’t know everything that went on that night, and I know you’ve opened up a lot, and I know she hasn’t come back to visit yet, but the times when we have sat down to talk about it, you’ve seemed rather relaxed afterwords. And I’ve it made very clear to H that our family is not happy with the protections afford to our members while there and H has repeatedly expressed her regret at misunderstanding…. your sister’s… comfort and acceptance of the situation and she wants to make it up to her. I know it’s all new experiences for you and things may seem……. daunting. But that’s part of the greatness of this opportunity! You get to stretch your legs a bit, it’ll be a safe environment where you get to express any terms or boundaries while being able to get what sounds like some really great garb.”

Paul just raised his eyebrow at her with a sly grin, “it’s all about the clothes with you, huh?”

Molly faked admonishment and swatted playfully at him, “you seem to like me dressing sexy, Sir!” She then proceeded to lean over letting her robe fall open to expose her lack of attire, “at least when Master lets me dress.”

Paul grinned and tipped his glass to her as he took a drink.

Molly leaned back and left her chest exposed as she tried to bring the conversation back around, “besides... I remember a certain slut going through 6 different outfits in one weekend.” Molly smirked as this garnered the spit take, she was looking for as Paul drenched the remanent crumbs on his take before he blurted out.

“I told you that wasn’t of my doing! It was just where things ended up.” Paul sat back and smirked at her “at least 2 of those were your doing anyway.”

Molly was glad to see he was at least taking it more lightly finally, so she kept playing it up, “true,” Molly continued as she took a sharp breath in causing her tits to press out, “I do miss that hot little number.”

“Oh, please!” Paul defended, “I had to fight you almost every time to get you in that sundress!”

“Good riddance to that dress!” Molly said, “I was talking about the hottie inside the dress.” She said with a wink as she traced a nail down Paul’s bare, tan arm.

Paul could feel the shiver go down his back from her teasing. “Did you really think so?”

“Oh my God, hun!” Molly said exasperated, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you! It's almost like you are fishing for complements! Vyki was the hottest little MILF I’ve been with in ages!! You pulled it off so good I don’t know if your Mom would have recognized the sexy skank she raised!”

“I am not a skank!” Paul jumped in defended.

“Right, sorry,” Molly had to stifle a chuckle a bit. “But in all seriousness, I know there were a lot of things I don’t know that happened, but you can’t honestly tell me you didn’t have fun with it.” Molly then finishes with a pout, “I miss my sister-in-law.”

Paul chuckles and rolls his eyes, “so now the real reason comes out.”

“Okay, yes, I would like to see you relax and enjoy it again and not have the negative experience, and maybe have some more fun. But it is for a good cause!” As she looked at Paul pushing around the soggy remnants on his plate with his fork, she asked one more time. “Soooooo... are you up for some holiday cheer and helping out a good cause?”