Sunday is Funday

Grabbing some eggs and veggies from the fridge, he started making the omelets he knew Molly liked, taking time to try and relax while he focused on a good balanced meal.

Paul was lost in omelet folding when he was startled by his wife’s hands wrapping around behind him. “Good morning, Sir. Last night was fun.”

As she said this, she moved her hand down and gripped his rod through his shorts. Looking down, Paul had a near out of body experience as he tried to figure out why he still had painted nails as he played with his cock. Panic sent his mind into overdrive as his heart raced thrusting blood into his semi-hard cock, stiffening it under the painted nails.

Gasping a quick breath as his brain finally reminded him it was Molly’s manicured hand playing with his cock, not his.

“Mmmmm, someone’s definitely getting UP early this morning, sir!”

Paul nervously chuckles and says “well, you always did have that effect on me, little one.”

She laughs and lets go as she moves over to the table, “that smells so good, but I’m afraid I have some work I have to do,” she pouts, “but maybe we could do an encore, sir?”

Stirring the eggs he laughs, “sounds good,” as he plates up their breakfast. He turns and nearly drops the plate as his wife is bent over the breakfast table in nothing but her bare skin as his mast goes straight to full attention.

“I wanna be a good cum slut, Sir,” wriggling her ass side to side as she stars back him and bites her lip.

Discarding the plate on the counter, Paul then proceeds to grab her hips, slide down his shorts, & thrust straight into her lush lips causing her to immediately gasp loudly.

He quickly begins pulling in and out of her, over and over again as the pedestal table continues to rock and wobble with every motion. “I love.. when u use me.. for your pleasure,… Sir” he hears between rapid pulses.

With every thrust in, he can feel a torrent of juices explode over his bald balls with every plunge. Every incursion he can hear her thank him and beg for more, crescendoing louder and louder into a cacophony of moans. Until finally she screams, “please, Sir, am a good cum slut?!?!? “

“cum you slut,“ he grunts out as he forcefully bottoms out into her as she writhes on top of him, as she explodes in orgasm around him.

While her mind is lost in the fog of orgasm, he proceeds to begin Jack hammering into her push himself even further to the edge as she limply flops on the table.

As his own coda approaches, he deftly pulls out as she whimpers from the cold air around her glistening hole.

Reaching over and grabbing her hair, Paul thrusts her body to the chair as her bewildered mind sees the world whip around her as her hair throws her backwards.

Gasping for breath, her brain is finally able to focus on the world around her and she sees the glint of his shiny cock pointing at her laid-back head.

A languid smile forms around the edge of her lips as she moves towards her owner’s rod. Molly stares up at him as she encircles the shaft and begins pumping his cock. Sealing her lips around his tip, she teases the end with her tongue, locking her eyes with his.

“There’s a good cum slut,” he encourages as she moans and begins suckling his cock, increasing the pace of her pumps up & down his shaft. Feeling his pulse pound through his shaft, she can feel the heartrate in her lips matching her own.

Finally, he erupts directly on her take as she attempts to suck the love from her balls through his shaft like a pleasure shake given to her. She works tirelessly to drain him completely.

Paul continues to feel his body explode into her appreciative mouth as her eyes close in pure bliss until she realizes he’s completely spent. With a triumphant smile, she tilts her head back and extends out her tongue showing the fruit of her labor.

“Good cum slut; you always do know how to please me,” Paul says as a shiver runs down her spine and she swallows her reward with a smile most junkies could only dream of as she cuddles up in her chair.

Paul fixes his shorts and puts the eggs down in front of Molly as she languishes in her afterglow, “don’t forget to eat up.”

“Mmm.... yes, sir.” she responds as she turns to eat, attempting to focus on her fork.

Paul watches her move in slow motion as he eats his breakfast. As she takes a few bites he notices she doesn’t seem to like her egs much. Quisically Paul asks, “something wrong with her eggs?”

At which Molly breaks out in a fit of complete giggles that turns into all out laughter. Paul is amused by the response if not perplexed waiting patiently for her to share the joke.

“Sorry... I’m sorry, hun.... “ Molly tries to assure even though he hasn’t taken any offense, “its.. Just.... they need salt..... and.....” Molly’s giggles continues as she tries to catch her breath.

“The seemed spiced fine to me, babe,” Paul responses.

Molly’s laughter intensifies until she finally squeaks out, “that’s because you didn’t just have a load full of creamy, salty love juice coating your mouth, SIR!” which triggers an even further fit of laughter.

Paul shakes his head at her internal joke glad his breakfast wasn’t ruined and stands up to get her a drink to wash her mouth down, and moves the table salt closer to her.

Molly chooses not to share her further inner dialogue as she salts her eggs and continues eating.

As they finish up, Paul stands up and goes to grab her plate after coping a feel of her naked breast, “what’s on the plan for today?” he asks as he moves to put dishes in the dishwasher.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I apologize for the delay in posting and hope you find this well. I was getting frustrated with myself as I realized I'm 30 chapters into this and still in what I intended to just be a preamble. However, I was recently inspired to get back to this and have this thread planned out now. I plan to try to make several shorter chapters to fit with the CHYOA theme and resolved & at peace with the idea of many chapters. I hope you enjoy this and plan on getting through many more very soon. However, this could very likely be a slow burn, but should be WELL worth the mental journey.