Catherine comes home

Catherine was floating as she came into her home - she felt happier today than she had in ages. She knew her poor husband Tom was stressed - she saw it in how he had fits in his sleep. He didn't even shake the bed with his filt- nast- adorable habit of masturbating his pitif- ugl- minisc- wonderful cock.

She had to stop and think. Why was she so mean to Tom? He was always kind. He wanted her happy. It wasn't his fault that the Billings were bleeding him dry. Why, it was probably their fault she wasn't in the country club, not her laz- idio- wonderful husband's fault. Ashleigh Billings should drop his rent!

Catherine looked and saw Tom resting on the couch in his lounging clothes. He was being laz- He was relaxing, and why sho- He was relaxing, and he deserved to relax, he was always working so hard at the shop. He'd come home reeki- smelling of his wonderful coffee.

Coffee. And desserts. He just needed better clientele.

But first, she was thirsty.

She approached Tom and he looked afraid for a moment before she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, giving him a perfect view down her shirt.

"Hi babe!" She said after kissing him. "I don't know what's up with me today! I keep being negative, and that's so not me!"

Tom bit his tongue. Catherine was only negative. So that was her effect - positivity. A mood boost.

She walked to the kitchen and called out from behind the wall as she filled her glass with the Jizz-erade. "I don't know why, but the stuff in the pitcher is so much better than the packets I brought to work!"

Tom held back a snicker. So she actually does like to swallow, he thought. He watched her as she drank it down. "I added some of the new thickening syrup I got in to it," he said, not entirely lying. "It doesnt thicken much, but people love the taste."

Christine looked at the top shelf of the fridge. "Is this it?" she asked, seeing the bottle Tom had labeled in the fridge.

"Yeah, but don't use too much. I have plans for it," he said. She added an extra squirt into her glass then dropped some onto her tongue once she knew no one was looking. "It's good! Little salty, like those caramels." The warmth in her mouth made her feel good, like eating fresh cookie dough or honey.

She was too mean to Tom, she had decided. Starting today, his happiness would be a priority.

Then she saw Wanda walk out into the living room, her sweatshirt opened, her breasts on display.

"What the fuck, Wanda!?" Catherine yelled. "You can't just walk around the house naked like that!" The veins on Catherine's forehead were about to explode, and Tom got up to try to calm her down as Wanda laughed.

"I'm just doing it to make Daddy happy," Wanda said, acting like there was nothing wrong.

"Your father's been gone since you were in elementary school!" Catherine hissed.

"No, Daddy Tom! You're being silly, Mom!"

She turned and looked at Tom. Wanda wanted to make Tom happy!? But... so did she. And if Tom wanted to see Wanda, was that... so bad? He owned the house... her stu- hornd- basta- sweet, loving, fooli- endearing husband could do what sh- what he wanted.

The headache hurt more, so she drank more of the Jizz-erade. After she finished the glass, her headache was gone. Her rage was gone. She felt... good.

"Well... I guess if no one else is around, its fine..." she was too happy to be mad. Instead she sat down next to Tom and snuggled into him. She then whispered in his ear, "Should I pull out mine too?" before nibbling his ear lobe.

Tom's breath caught in his throat. This was too much for him.

"N... not now," he let out. "But... maybe we get to have some fun later?"

"Of course, hubby-wubby," she said with a giggle.

Tom was loving this. But he did realize he may have bitten off more than he could chew.

There were three other people in the house that had drank it too. And he already saw the diluted dose wasn't enough to relax them.

He might be in trouble when everyone else got home.