No place like home

Logan arrived back home right before midnight. His merged form retreating back into his normal body as he reached for the front door handle. He was greeted by a warm apple smell and a house cleaner than he had seen in many years.

"Hey baby welcome back. How was your run?" Chelsea called from the living room. The sound of the American Top 40 countdown and an energetic TV trainer competing for audio supremacy."I fixed you some dinner, so grab a plate and have a seat at the table."

"Thanks babe." Logan replied, eyeing the plates of steaks, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables. Loading up a plate for himself he headed for the kitchen table. Soon after taking his seat his wife came in from the kitchen. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt and some workout leggings. Her dirty blonde hair in a messy bun, her cheeks red from exertion, and a tired but happy smile on her face. Even after the evening he had with a younger, more attractive woman, his heart still thumped at the sight of his wife.

"So, how was your run baby?" She repeated, leaning against the door frame.

"Therapeutic, to say the least." Logan offered up.

"Good, it's nice to see you taking care of yourself. It's sexy."

"I could say the same to you Chels." He returned as he watched her make her way to the table. "You get to eat anything yet?"

"Not yet." Chelsea replied with a quick lick if her lips, causing a shudder. "I think I'm going to try a liquid diet for a while."

Logan chuckled at her poorly masked subtlety. "Anything I can do to help with that?" He asked as he watched her disappear under the table. He heard her muffled response of yes at the same time he felt her questing hands tug his sweatpants down. He felt his hardening length solidly slap her chin and heard her soft gasp.

"Oh my, that run did you wonders."

"Yeah, it was worth the effort." He groaned out as he felt the head of his dick enveloped in moist heat. He let her fellate him for a few more moments, hesitating before broaching what could end up being a touchy subject. "Hey babe how would you like to move? I found a place near the beach in South Carolina. We would have maid services and a cook. The price would be dirt cheap."

Chelsea made a popping sound as she removed his cock to speak. Settling to place kisses along the side of the shaft so as to remain in contact with his thick masculinity. "I don't want to move but if you think it's for the best then I can't really argue. It would give me more time to work out. Do you want to sell or rent out this house?" She went back to sucking, taking great pleasure in his taste and feel.

"Rent, no sense in losing money and we can always move back one day." He had finished his plate and was now enjoying his wife's ministrations while plotting his next moves.

*We need an endgame Logan.*

(I know. I don't want to be a dictator. I just want to make my country good for something other than poking our noses in other business.)

*Refocus education and healthcare.*

(Good idea. We don't need to be world police anymore.)

*Infiltrate and assimilate.*

*(Hall will give us a way in on that behalf.)*

Chelsea was still happily nursing on her husband's cock throughout his internal dialogue. She used to care about the house and the future, but now all that mattered was pleasing her husband. Lucky for her she had discovered a new found passion for oral sex. Each load of precum on her tongue have her small orgasms. When she was aroused the inside of her mouth and throat was more sensitive than her pussy and her husband's big dick made it feel better than normal sex. She **** her head down until her nose touched his trim pubic hair. She started to swallow, setting off a lighting storm of pleasure in her head. Her pussy spasmed through a sympathy orgasm. Without letting his dick leave the confines of her throat, she started to bob her head faster and faster. She felt his cock tighten before he came hard in her throat. She reached up to massage his testicles to coax every drop out, taking pride in how she didn't spill a drop off his seed.

"Thanks baby, I'm gonna go shower. You start packing your clothes and other things you want to take. I want to be moved out of here in a week."

"No, thank you for the protein." Chelsea smiled while licking the residual cum of her lips and fingers. "I'll come to bed later, do you mind sleeping naked? I'd like to go to sleep with your cock on my lips. If that's ok with you."