Head for the main course.

You grab Trudy firmly by the hair and pull your cock out of her mouth, hearing a satisfying wet pop as her lips lose their suction on your member. "That's enough of that, Trudy," you tell her with a smile. "I'm going to have you before dinner. Go on and set yourself up over the couch for me, would ya?"

Trudy smiles, blushing, and nods eagerly. "Yes, dear! Thank you." She squeezes your leg, still kneeling, and gives your dick a quick last kiss before rising and hurrying into the next room. You stay in the hall, kicking off your shoes and stripping down until you're naked, tossing your clothes in the general direction of the front stairs. Finally, fully nude, you stretch, enjoying the luxury of being the king of your own little castle. Then you stride, erect cock swinging, into the living room.

Trudy is waiting you eagerly, and you can see her breathing quicken slightly as she hears you enter the room. She's waiting for you bent over the back of the couch, propped up on her elbows with her face toward the large TV across from the sofa. She's hiked up her red dress so that the skirt is around her waist, and facing you is her delicious, pert ass in a pair of lacy white panties. Your grin as you run your hand over her firm cheeks, then spank one firmly, making her jump.

"Who do you belong to, Trudy?" you growl down at her as you pull her panties down, dropping them to her ankles and continuing to gently rub her ass.

"You, Franklin," she whimpers. Hearing her say your name like that sends another surge of blood into your cock, and you grin.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you, Trudy?"

"Yes, Frank, oh yes."

"And when are you ready for me to fuck you, Trudy?"

"Any time you want to, Frank."

"Good girl." You deliver a gentle slap to her pussy, and she gasps. "Spread."

Trudy spreads her legs apart, breathing quickly, and she moans as you bend your knees and slowly guide your cock into her tight, warm pussy. You let out an answering groan as you part her labia and feel her vaginal walls clamp down on you, tight and silken as always. You push slowly deeper and deeper, until you feel yourself bottom out. You keep one hand firmly planted on her back, pinning her to the couch, as you let her adjust to your girth. "How's that feel?"

"S-so good, Frank, so good."

"Good girl..." Slowly you draw back from her pussy, then slide back in all the way. Trudy moans as you begin to pump slowly but steadily, long slow strokes that let you luxuriate in the full depth of her cunt with every motion. You growl as you begin to pick up the pace, stroking harder and harder, hitting the bottom of Trudy's cunt every time. Trudy is beginning to let out little shrieks of pleasure as you plow her.

"Oooooh! Ooooh! Yes! Yes, Franklin! Yes! Please!"

You grin as you grab her shoulder for extra leverage. "Like that, do you?" You pound her even harder, slamming your hips into her aggressively as you pull her back onto your cock.

"Oh, GOD, Franklin, yes! Right there! Don't stop!! Don't stoooooOOOOOOP!" You chuckle as you feel Trudy cum, her vaginal walls clamping down on you and pulsing, rippling as her body begins to quake with her orgasm. As it subsides, she goes limp, and you let go of her shoulder to let her collapse onto the couch. Gripping her waist with both hands again, you let out a growl as you fuck her harder and harder, feeling your own orgasm building up in the depths of your belly. With a few last, urgent thrusts, you explode, painting the walls of her cunt and womb with rope after rope of thick semen. Trudy coos contentedly as you bury your cock in her with a groan, spurting your last few shots before your erection finally begins to die down. You slip slowly from your wife's pussy and she grins back at you as you smile down at her, seeing some of your white jism seeping out of her cunt. "I'm glad you were so happy to see me, Frank."

"I'm always happy to see you when you're so obedient," you say with a chuckle, slapping her ass lightly as you lift her up from the couch. Spinning her in your arms, you kiss her deeply as you grope her ass one more time before letting her dress fall back, more or less, into place. "You weren't on your best behavior, though, darling," you say as you break the kiss.

"What do you mean, Frank?" she asks breathlessly as you gently knead her firm asscheek.

"Don't be coy. I felt you cum. You know you're supposed to ask."

She drops her eyes, shamefaced. "I - I'm sorry, Frank. You're just too good...I couldn't - "

"Uh-uh. You need to learn control. Remember, a cunt needs to be filled, but I don't need to be filling to come off. So you ask to make sure that you've done a good job pleasing me before you cum, right?" Trudy nods, eyes lowered, and you pat her head. "Good. Remind me to punish you after dinner."

"Y-yes, Frank."

"Dinner soon, you said?" you ask casually, giving her ass a final slap as you step away and turn on the TV, scanning until you find the nightly news.

"Yes, dear. Oh, and I almost forgot...a package arrived in the mail for you. No return address. Let me get that for you..." Trudy crosses to the hall table, retrieving a small brown package wrapped in paper. You frown as she hands it to you - you haven't been expecting any deliveries. Curious, you open it as Trudy trots into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Inside the package are two curious objects, and no note whatsoever. The first is an old silver pocket watch, relatively plain, but inscribed (you see upon carefully opening the lid) with the words "To Ethan." It's got a crack across its face and has stopped at...11:43, it looks like. Odd. The other object is...a horse? You're pretty sure it's supposed to be a horse. Whatever it is, it's a four-legged animal fairly crudely whittled out of wood. It's not painted or anything, and there's no indication of what it might be for. How very weird.

"What was in it?" Trudy asks, wiping her hands off as she returns from the kitchen.

"Just these," you say, puzzled. "Not sure what they are. There wasn't a note or anything?"

"Not that I saw," she says. "You don't recognize them?"

"No. Never seen either before in my life," you reply, frowning.

"How strange. Well...the roast is ready. Let's eat, and then you can relax and think more whether you ever saw them."

You smile. Your stomach is growling, and you're looking forward to the evening afterward. "Fair enough. Let's eat."

Dinner is delicious, and you spend the evening relaxing as proposed. First, though, you punish Trudy, as she dutifully reminds you, bending her over your knee and delivering ten stinging swats with your palm to each of her ass cheeks, leaving them bright red and her with tears streaming down her face. She kisses your hand, still sniffling, when you're done, and obediently takes your cock into her mouth when you pull her forward to do so. You let her take the lead to make up for her earlier mistake, and she gives you a slow, sensual blowjob until you pull her head forward and blast your load down her throat. Content that she knows her place now, you let her go clean up while you read your book and skim a copy of LIFE magazine.

Your mind doesn't return to the package until you're heading to bed, and you idly bring it upstairs with you. You both wash up and change for bed: you in boxers and an undershirt, Trudy in a black negligee. You ravish her once more for good measure, pinning her arms beneath her and taking her ankles up on your shoulders as you fuck her to another orgasm, then cum in her pussy. With both of you sated, you roll over, read for a few minutes, and then glance back to the package as Trudy falls asleep. Idly, you reach over and pick up one of the mysterious objects, running your fingers over its surface, and you're still holding it when you doze off.