Waking up

When you open your eyes you turn your head to the side to look at the window. With the sunlight pouring in you see Hannah's side of the bed empty and suddenly the clank of a pan comes from the hallway. Sitting up to your elbows you take a moment to wake up when you look back to Hannah's side of the bed and peel back the covers. You see an outline of a dried spot on the sheet and for some reason you rub your hand along it while thinking of your beautiful wife; her smile, eyes, those gravity and time defying tits, and her gorgeous round ass. You sigh and get up, getting dressed, and heading downstairs you hear the sound of voices in the kitchen talking. The deep voice of Jamal reverberates through the halls followed by your wife's high pitched giggle and the clank of a frying pan. As you get to the doorway to the kitchen you are greeted with the sight of Jamal relaxing in your chair at the head of the table and Hannah bouncing around from counter to stove in a silky pastel pink pajama set. Her shorts are loose and short with the bottom of her round ass peaking out every so often as she leans one way or the other. Her spaghetti string top tight around her breasts, showing ample cleavage with one of the strings hanging loose around her shoulder and her thick brown hair neatly tied up in a ponytail, shining and swaying as she moves back and forth in the kitchen.

You look at the table as you approach and see two breakfast plates in front your children's empty seats. You shift your focus over to Jamal who meets your eyes with an indifferent stare and gives you the slightest head nod before looking over at your wife and cracking a big toothy smile showing off his perfect white teeth. Hannah struts over to the table staring back at him, returning his smile with rosey cheeks and her own smile. She has two breakfast plates in her hands, putting one with a mountain of food in front of Jamal and as she does he puts his hand on her waist as she's bending over in front of him. Her silky pink pajama top leaving a bit of midriff exposed his big hand rests on her bare skin as she lets go of his plate and stands straight up with his hand still gripped on her bare waist.

"God damn, Hannah. This looks so fucking good." Jamal says to your wife hardly looking at the food and keeping his eyes on her. His hand gives her waist a squeeze as Hannah stands in his grasp, holding up the other plate of food.

Hannah stands there for a moment smiling at him before you notice her now free hand has found it's way to his bicep, caressing and squeezing his muscular strong arm as it slowly caresses and squeezes her soft hourglass waist. "Anytime, Jamal..." your wife says lowly, almost purring.

They stand there for a moment with their hands on each other before your slow footsteps towards the table make a noise, causing Hannah to look at you. Her smile carried over towards you seems like it lost a little glow and something in her eye changes as she switches the subject of her attention.

"Oh. Hey Jere.. Goodmorning."

"Uh, goodmorning Han.." you say as you make your way to the table trepidatiously. You stand at the side of the table for a moment and stare at the seats. It becoming obvious that Jamal being in your seat is bothering you and you don't know where to sit now. While you flounder your wife places the plate of food in front of her seat next to Jamal and sits down. You hear the pitter patter of footsteps as you turn your head to see Chloe and Alex walk into the room towards their seats. Time seems to slow down as you see Chloe. She's wearing a gorgeous white lace dress. It treads the line between showing too much cleavage and still remaining appropriate. Its cinched to her tight waist before a skirt becomes loose and airy around her hips and ending mid thigh. The skirt flows with every step as you notice her heels have ribbons attached circling and crossing over themselves up her legs. As she steps forward locking her eyes onto Jamal with a bright smile and a blush on her cheeks the ribbon tied in her hair flaps in the air with every step. She looks like shes dressed for church as she steps to Jamal's side and plants a sweet kiss onto his cheek. Pulling her thick soft lips away from him before they curl into a sweet smile, her eyes staring down at him, hooded over in amazement and lust before she sits down next to him. Jamal now sitting in your seat at the head of the table flanked by your wife and daughter.

Alex is dressed up in a loose t-shirt with the bottom cut off and the neckhole cut and widened, making the shirt hang sideways exposing his shoulder and the bottom ending at his ribcage, showing his soft but flat stomach. He's wearing a short wavey skirt with knee high socks, showing plenty of his soft, thick thighs.

"Oh Alex! I love that outfit baby! You look so cute!" Hannah exclaims.

With a little bit of a giggle Alex plops into his chair and you hear the scrap of the fork on the table as he grabs it. "Thanks Mom. I just bought this skirt but I was so nervous to wear it out. Then I remembered I don't have to worry anymore cause of DeAndre. No one messes with me now that I'm with him, it's great."

"Oh my god right? Absolutely no one bothers me when I'm with Jamal. I feel so safe when I'm by his side!" Chloe says with a little bit of a giggle.

"Aw!" Hannah says with a smile, that turns into an exaggerated frown with her plump lips stuck out. She reaches over and puts her hand on Jamal's wrist, caressing him from hand to forearm for a couple moments while staring at him adoringly before leaning over out of her seat and planting a big juicy kiss onto his cheek. Pulling back an inch while staring at him down through her eyelids she purrs into his cheek. "Thanks for keeping my baby safe, Jamal.." you notice her large tits hanging in her silky pajama top and resting on Jamal's forearm. Hannah leans back in giving him a second kiss, her tits rubbing further up his forearm.

"Uh.. Honey...?" You nervously say, still standing at the table.

Hannah turns her head slowly midkiss, her lips sliding on his cheek as she turns to look at you and waits for you to continue, still leaned out of her seat with her breasts resting on Jamal's arm.

"Um.. Uh.. I-I uh.." Both Hannah and Jamal are looking at you. Hannah's face with genuine curiosity as to what you wanted to say, Jamal's with a stern indifference, his glare making you nervous. Your hand reaches out a grabs the back of the chair. If a person could exude confidence from pulling out a chair, you've somehow failed to do that. Your hand imperceptibly tremors on the back of the chair and have to go in for a second grip before beginning to pull it out. You go to sit down but realize you didn't pull it out far enough and your knee knocks into the leg of the table giving it a woble, your kids grabbing their drinks to steady them. You reverse back to a hunched over stand to pull the chair out a bit more before sitting back down and grabbing the bottom of the chair and doing a little hop to get closer to the table. Another little hop. One more. No a little to close. Pushing back, making an awful screech. It's still not right but whatever. Your chair wobbles as you sit back the seat. Ugh. You lean forward and then back again trying to recreate the wobble. Yup. One legs shorter than the others. You look down and around at each leg of the chair. Yup, its the back right leg. I guess thats why its the chair that no one uses. Your vision slowly pans up to the silent breafast table. All eyes on you as you feel your skin heating up. A nervous sweat just another moment away from breaking out. You look at your wife. Still leaned over towards Jamal, her head tilted downwards and her eyebrows upturned as she looks at you. A look of pure "What the fuck was that?" Your throat dries up as you swallow, making a bit painful. You go to speak and it comes out in a croak. The look on your wifes face holding strong, she might just look at you like this for the rest of the year. You had shakey ground to object to her kiss on Jamal's cheek in the first place, I mean honestly, it was about your daughter feeling safe with her boyfriend. Though your wife doesn't have the image or memory of this guy tying up your daughter with her own underwear and fucking her into a wet moaning mess in her head like you do. Abandoning any sort of objection to her kiss you stumble out "Uh, wheres my plate..?"

Hannah finally slides backwards into her seat, her soft breasts dragging along Jamal's forearm one last time and they jiggle as lands on her thick, round ass with a bounce. You see Jamal's eyes locked on her bouncing tits and gorgeous cleavage with the slightest smirk out of the corner of his mouth. "Sorry Jere, thought we had more. I ran out plating up for the kids and Jamal." At the mention of his name she turns her head and gives him a sweet smile and caresses his forearm again. She turns towards you with her hand lingering on his arm, her thumb moving back and forth ever so slightly. "I figured you wouldn't mind just having some cereal." She says as she puts a delicous looking forkful of egg and sausage into her mouth, you can hear the fork slide against her teeth as she pulls it out of her mouth.

"Oh.. Um.. Yeah.. I-I guess.." you mutter out, which is returned by a sweet smile and a scrunchy nose from your wife before she turns back to her plate. You get up and walk over to the cereal, grabbing a box and pouring a bowl. You putz in the fridge for a moment looking for the milk before saying "Hey Hann...? Is the milk out already?" You turn and see a nearly completely empty milk container and Jamal sipping on a freshly poured tall glass of milk.

"Yeah it's here, Jerry. It's low but should be enough."

You sit at the table and pour the remaining dregs of milk into your bowl. It was barely enough to cover the bottom of the bowl. You stare a bit dejectedly at the bowl of boring, dry cornflakes while you hear a refreshed "Ah!" from Jamal as he sets his large glass of milk down before he digs back into his mountain of all your favorite breakfast foods with a smile.