Have that drink before dinner

"You know what, Trudy? I think I will have that drink," you say casually. Trudy looks up at you, pulling slowly off your cock with one long, slow suck.

"Of course, Frank. Let me just get it for you..." As she starts to stand, though, you put a hand firmly on her head.

"I didn't tell you to stand. Go on, fix me the drink on your knees." Trudy's eyes widen slightly, then she blushes and nods.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry..." Turning, she drops to her hands and knees and crawls away from you, heading toward the living room. You feel bad for her knees for a second, but Trudy is tough - and it's only the hallway that's hardwood, anyway. The living room has a nice, new shag carpet in it. You strip off your pants, toss them in the general direction of the stairs, and follow her.

Trudy is already kneeling at the bar as you plop down on the couch, erect dick still poking proudly out of your boxers. "What will you have, sir?" she asks breathlessly.

"Scotch. Neat, I think." Trudy nods and opens the bar (fortunately it's one where the storage is below). She pours you a generous but not indecent glass of scotch, then closes the bar and careful waddles over to you on her knees. You take the glass from her with a nod. "Turn on the TV, will you honey?"

Trudy nods and crawls over to the big box, turning it on and finding the nightly news as you take a sip of the mellow, slightly smoky scotch. She glances back at you coquettishly over her shoulders, still kneeling.

"Do you want me to go back to my duties, Frank?"

"Sure do. C'mon over here. Have you been a good girl today?"

"I think I have, sir," Trudy says, pouting prettily as she crawls over to you, her round ass swaying enticingly.

"Well, I suppose you're allowed on the couch then." You pat the spot next to you and Trudy smiles, knowing what you have planned.

"Thank you, sir..." Clambering onto the couch, she lowers herself to her elbows and swallows your cock once more, sucking eagerly at it and reviving it to full mast. You stroke her hair with one hand and sip your scotch with the other as she ministers to you and you watch the news. The President defends his Secretary of Agriculture...Arabs objecting to Israeli aggression in the UN...nothing of note, really. And besides, you can't really pay attention as Trudy has been sucking steadily harder and deeper on your rod. You let out a groan as she takes you fully into her throat, holding you there for a few seconds before releasing you and popping up with a gasp for air. You grin and put your scotch down on the endtable.

"Good girl! Do that again." Seizing the top of her head firmly, you guide her back to your cock. She takes a deep breath before swallowing you once more, and you reach over with your free hand. Slipping it under her skirt, you find her silk panties and pull them down to allow yourself access to her pussy. As you trace her pussylips with your fingers, you find them damp, as expected.

"Goooood girl...keep going," you murmur to her, as Trudy whimpers slightly and wiggles her hips, eager for your attention. You begin to gently rub her clit and her labia as she sucks you deeper into her throat, gagging slightly on your girth. You let out a groan and tangle your fingers more firmly into her hair as you begin to pump your hips slightly, fucking her mouth. Wet slurping sounds fill the air as you use your wife's throat, Trudy holding obediently still and letting you take your pleasure. You slip one finger, then two, into her pussy, beginning to finger her energetically. You're rewarded for your efforts with a moan of pleasure that vibrates your cock even as you're still fucking her throat. You build the intensity of your fucking for several minutes, curling and twisting your fingers in ways you know from experience will send your wife into paroxysms of delight. Even as she shudders and wiggles from pleasure, she keeps her mouth open for you, and you occasionally push her down to fully encompass your cock while you work her pussy. Every once in a while, you pull her head up so she can catch her breath, though she uses much of it to plead with you, eyes half-lidded and breath coming raggedly:

"Oh God, Frank, yes, fuck me, right there - mmmph!"

"Fuck, yes, use me, sir, please, fuck my little pussy, please sir, plea - oummm!"

She's blushing redder and redder as you work her into a frenzy, and finally when you pull her off your cock she nearly cries: "Please, please Frank! Can I cum? Please??"

"You may, but only with my cock down your throat," you tell her, smirking.

"Oh God yes sir, thank you sir!! OommmmMMMMMMMMPH!" Trudy desperately lunges forward and swallows your cock, taking it all the way to the bottom of her throat herself. You stroke her g-spot as she does and feel her cum, her pussy walls clamping down on your fingers and pulsing as her whole body begins to shake. You groan, holding her down on your cock as her moans tip you over the edge and your own orgasm takes you over. Your cock pulses, beginning to shoot wave after wave of spunk down your wife's willing throat. She swallows dutifully at first, but is quickly overcome and begins to **** and sputter. You pull her off your cock but hold her head close so you can glaze her face, and you **** her to take the rest of your load over her pretty red cheeks as she pants through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Slowly the two of you catch your breath, and Trudy smiles up at you adoringly for a moment, in a haze. You smile back, then gently slap her pussy, making her jump and gasp.

"Good girl, Trudy," you say, taking a sip of your scotch and smiling. "That was fun."

"Thank you, Frank. And thanks for making me feel so good..." Trudy starts to sit up, smoothing her dress with slightly shaking hands. "I guess I'd better go clean off..."

"No, leave it on. I like the look," you order. Trudy blinks, surprised, but nods dutifully, blushing slightly. "Dinner soon, you said?"

"Yes, dear. Oh, and I almost forgot...a package arrived in the mail for you. No return address. Let me get that for you..." With her face still coated in your cum, Trudy rises from the couch and 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 cum is starting to dry on Trudy's face, and your stomach is growling. "Fair enough. Let's eat."

Dinner is delicious, and you spend the evening relaxing as proposed, reading your book and skimming 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 (Trudy finally gets to clean her face) and change for bed: you in boxers and an undershirt, Trudy in a black negligee. You ravish her properly this time, 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.