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he pancakes have been flipped. The smell of bacon lingers in the air. And my smoke show of a wife just entered the kitchen. She’s wearing the button up I wore last night. And she fucking looks like mine. My cock springs to life and I’m prepared to let the breakfast I just fixed for her spoil so I can consume her instead.
“Good morning,” she says, wrapping her arms around my waist and tilting her head up like she’s asking for a kiss. Strongly believing in the phrase “happy wife, happy life.” I oblige. It takes a lot of control to keep myself from moving any further so she can get some calories in her after last night’s workout session, but I need her reenergized so we can have a repeat performance later on. “Mornin’. I’ve got pancakes, bacon and coffee ready. Or if you’d rather, there’s orange juice and milk in the fridge.”
“Mmm, coffee sounds perfect. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, Keaton, but I appreciate it.”
“Taking care of you is no trouble at all,” I admit, fixing her up a plate as she pours herself a cup. I note how she only fills ithalfway before she finds the sugar bowl and scoops a couple of spoonfuls. Then she heads to the fridge and takes out the milk to fill up the rest of the cup. She seems to be making herself at home and I can’t get over how good that looks.
“No wonder you’re such a sweet girl, with the way you doctor your coffee up like that,” I tease her, wrapping an arm around her waist. I can feel her body tense under my touch.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Total panic sets in as I think of every single thing that could possibly have caused her discomfort. Is the milk sour? I don’t drink it often, so it does expire on occasion. Is she sore from last night? Maybe I bruised her, and it hurt when I touched her.
I immediately drop my hands and apologize. “No, Keaton. It’s fine. It’s just,” she takes a deep breath in and lets it out heavily. “My old boss used to call me that, and it just gives me the creeps. I know you didn’t mean anything by it, but I’d much rather you call me Baby.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, breathing her in while thinking that I may need to pay her former boss a visit if he ever made her the least bit uncomfortable. “Alright, Baby, I think I can manage that.”
We dive into our pancakes, both of us opting to drown ours in syrup. It’s really the only way. When she bites into a piece of her bacon and lets out a seductive moan, my pants tighten to the point of discomfort. “Keaton, if I knew you could cook like this, I’d have stopped in for breakfast ages ago.” I smile at her compliment, and we continue our conversation until our plates are clean. Leaning back in my chair, I’m eager to ask Anna what she wants to do today, but she’s biting her lip like she’s upset about something.
“Baby, I really am sorry. I would never have said it if I had any idea that it made you uncomfortable.”
“Oh, it isn’t that. I’m just still a bit hungry,” she confesses, standing up and walking around the table.
“Oh, well I can make some more pancakes. Or there’s cereal in the pantry you could…” Words escape me as Anna is suddenly on her knees in front of me. Her small hands run up my thighs as her tongue flicks out to lick her lips.
“I don’t want more pancakes or cereal, Keaton. I just want you.” She reaches into the sweatpants I tossed on this morning and pulls out my cock, already hard just from being in the same room as her. “You think you can just parade around in these gray sweatpants of yours, showing off that impressive erection, and I’m not going to do anything about it?” She runs her tongue up my length, and I about fall out of my fucking chair. “Well then you don’t know your wife very well, do you?”
Her mouth works its magic, licking and sucking like I’m her favorite piece of candy and her hunger is insatiable. She flicks her tongue over my tip, catching the precum that’s built up and then makes a show of swallowing. “Mmm, Keaton, you’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I pull her to me, crashing my lips to hers and exploring her mouth. I pick up a hint of my own taste, the maple flavor of the syrup, but it’s her sweetness that consumes me. My hands find themselves under the shirt of mine she has on, finding her completely bare underneath.
“Are you fucking telling me that you were sitting across from me this entire time with nothing covering this sweet pussy of yours?” I slap my hand against it, making her buck in my arms and releasing a moan that has me slapping against her again. “Do you like when I spank this pussy of yours, Wife?”
Anna’s head falls into my shoulder and her head bobs against me.
“Thought it was your pussy, Husband.”
I smile at her cheekiness as I push two fingers inside of her soaked entrance and groan. “You’re right, this is my pussy, and it’s fucking drenched. Did you enjoy sucking my cock? Is that why you’re so wet for me, Baby?” I feel her nod again as I add a third finger inside, pumping in and out in a rhythm that has her grinding against me.
“Unbutton that shirt for me, Baby.” She does what I ask as she continues riding my fingers, exposing her breasts and then moving her hands to them to explore. She’s so fucking hot like this with her head thrown back, seeking out her pleasure. I pull my fingers from her and the whimper she releases makes me grin. Anna loves it when I’m inside her, and I’m willing to give her everything she wants.
Sucking off her taste, I don’t hold back how much I enjoy it. I want her to see how much I desire her. “So fucking sweet, Baby.” Her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip and I drink the movement in. When she shifts on my lap, I catch a glimpse of something behind her, and I smile as an idea begins to form.
I give her no warning as I lift from my chair, pushing Anna back against the table in the process and then slamming my cock deep inside of her. “You taste so fucking good, Baby, but let’s see if we can sweeten you up.” I grab the syrup bottle, and she tracks my movement as I drizzle the sticky substance over her nipples. Leaning down I suck the left one into my mouth, completely coating it with my tongue so I don’t leave any of the sweet liquid behind. I repeat my actions with the right one, all the while pumping my dick in and out of her.
“You’re the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, Baby.”
Her eyes roll back into her head, and I know she’s close. I bring her right nipple back into my mouth and suck it, pressing my teeth into it slightly and sending her over the edge.
“Oh my god, Keaton. Oh my god,” Anna cries out, the most glorious sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Oh my god,” a deep, grumpy voice growls from behind me.
“Oh my god!” Anna cries, but this time it’s not in pleasure. I use my body to cover the delectable curves of her body that are currently on display.
Why the fuck is my brother standing in my kitchen this morning?
“Who’s that, Daddy?”
And why the fuck did he bring his daughter with him?
