At a Certain Stone Age Household

...standing in the front lawn of a Stone Age house that anyone would recognize instantly. As you walk up the walkway you glance over at the neighboring house to see a short cave man with blonde hair leaving for work, carrying his log lunchbox he hurries into the waiting car driven by his best friend. "Have a good day, Fred and Barney." You say under your breath as you continue towards the house, "Me and your wives are definitely going to have fun without you." Glancing down you note that the uniform has changed itself into a drab gray animal skin tunic that hangs off one shoulder. "That's useful," you murmur to yourself as you think of how your clothing will change with every place you visit. You raise your hand to knock just as the door opens and a large purple dinosaur pounces on your chest.

"Dino, that's a bad dog." A voice says as the overeager fidosaurus is pulled off you, his long tongue licking your face repeatedly in greeting. "I'm sorry about that, sometimes he's just way too excitable."

"It's not a problem," You respond as you stand up, brushing off some dirt as you turn to look at the attractive redhead standing there holding onto the collar of yipping dog dinosaur. Your eyes run over her figure, admiring the long legs and broad hips that are shown to good effect by the short white dress she wears. Her flaming red hair was pulled up in a simple bun that exposed her thin neck and slender shoulders. "Hello, Wilma." You say with a smile as you look her up and down once more.

"Do I know you?? Mrs. Flintsone asks in confusion as she looks at you, "how do you know who I am?"

"I know all about you, Wilma. I've wanted to meet you for quite sometime now." You tell her as you step closer to her, your hand taking hers as she watches you warily. "I'm John Doe," you introduce yourself as you kiss her hand.

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Doe," Wilma responds, blushing slightly at your unexpected manners. She giggles slightly but lets you hold onto her hand for a few seconds longer then is proper.

"Oh, please call me John." You say with a leering smile as you place your arm around her narrow waist. "Mr. Doe sounds just way too formal." You tell her as you start to guide her back into the house, feeling her trim body move next to yours as she lets you lead her into the living room.

"Hold on, Mr... I mean John," Wilma says as she seems to realize how close you are holding her. "I'm married." She says softly as your fingers slide up her back, tracing the groove of her spine as you draw her closer to you. "My husband..."

"Is at work," you finish her sentence for her as you hold her tight to you, pressing every inch of her body close to yours. "He leaves you alone too much. A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't be neglected for such trivial things as Water Buffalo club meetings or going bowling with a friend." You tell her in a soft whisper as your lips barely brush against hers.

"But I love Fred." Wilma protests softly, no longer really struggling against your embrace, her full lips parted slightly as she looks up at you.

"He doesn't take care of your needs, does he Wilma?" You ask as your hand moves down her back to grope the soft mound of her ass. "When was the last time you had sex with Fred?" You ask as your hand massages her ass, hearing a soft purr of contentment escape her as she eyelids start to droop closed.

"Oh... two... months... ago." Wilma breathed softly, her hands tracing along the bare flesh of your arms, up over your shoulders to the back of your head. Her fingers entwine in your hair as she leans her head up, her lips parting as she kisses you passionately. Her tongue darts eagerly into your mouth as your hands slowly lift the fur skirt of her dress up over the rounded spheres of her ass. Your fingers caress the soft skin, grateful that they hadn't invented underwear in these primitive times. "Oh, John, We shouldn't be doing this..." Wilma whispers softly as she arches her back, forcing more of her shapely ass into your groping hands. "Fred... Oh!" She gasps in surprise as your fingers slide down to gently caress the tight little bud of her anus. "Fred's never touched me like that." She tells you softly as she spreads her legs slightly wider, letting your fingers explore the crevice of her ass.

"Fred's never done a lot of things that I'm going to do to you." You promise as you press the attractive wife and mother down onto a rock sofa, marveling how the stone furniture seems to be as comfortable as a regular couch. "Now, Wilma, don't you want to broaden your horizons?" You ask as you take her hand in yours, pressing it over the throbbing bulge of your erection.