Frustrations: The Little Red Pill II

Morning of Day One - Julie

Julie felt great. Better than she had in years. In fact, she didn’t know if she’d ever felt like this at all. She assumed that she probably felt better day to day as a teenager, but didn’t know any better at the time. She didn’t even realize how bad she had been feeling until after taking the pill. The general fatigue, the clogged sinuses, the slight ache to everything that had started around twenty-eight — all of it gone, like an invisible weight taken away. And she smiled for it. Standing in the garden, grinning at her flowers in the sun like a half mad woman.

Of course, she hadn’t really noticed until after the morning’s time with Stan. That thought made her a little uncomfortable and the smile drooped slightly as she went to work digging roots out of a clod of dirt. She’d woken up unable to think of anything other than sucking her husband’s dick. Well, not anything. She could still think, but the idea intruded on her constantly. Busying herself hadn’t helped at all. The second she stopped focusing on whatever menial task she set herself, the idea of Stan’s dick in her mouth popped right back into her head. Her lips wrapping around the head, his body tensed and eager under her touch, moving in the perfect motion up and down while working her tongue along the length until that —

Julie’s skin was warm. She lied to herself and said it was the sun. But it was hard to deny the feeling between her legs or her watering mouth. Wasn’t that the point though? The pill was meant to light a fire on their reproductive drives and it was certainly succeeding in doing that. But something about the way it just grabbed control of her entire body made Julie resent it. Sure Stan likes the idea of waking up to a blowjob this morning, but how far does that go. What if the pills turned her into a cum drunk slut by the end of the week? Starting a family together was supposed to be a mutual decision of love. Not just wild fucking day in and day out. So, no, even if she did want to rip off her shorts and go pin her husband to the kitchen table, Julie resolved herself to maintaining some level of decorum.

The patio door opened and Stan stepped outside. He wore a decade old Metallica t-shirt for a concert that he never went to. Stan had a way of attracting t-shirts only somewhat offset by Julie’s tendency to appropriate them for herself. He held up a power drill and buzzed it. “Where’s the pot?”

Julie pointed at the worktable under the eave. “You need to use water to keep the drill bit cool, remember?

He waved his hand dismissively as he picked up the ceramic and positioned it on the workbench. After some fiddling he had everything the way he wanted, then stopped with a long sigh. He put down the drill and went inside, returning with a glass of water that he poured over the base of the upturned pot. Then, he set to work drilling. His arm flexed while he applied the pressure to the drill and in turn his right side tensed as well. In shorts, Julie could see his legs strain and his nearly flat butt tense as he tried to hold everything in place. She cursed under her breath and wished her hands were clean so she could touch herself.

“Ah, fuck,” Stan said as the drill bit broke through. He wiped away the water and dust. “No, we’re good. Worked just like I meant it to. All in the wrist, they say.” He brought the pot over to her with a wide grin on his face. “That the last thing?”

No, I want to suck your dick again. “Yeah, until I think of something else.” Stan had been unusually productive in helping her that morning. He’d dug out the flowerbed that they’d been ignoring for months, trimmed back the hedges, cleaned off the patio and the grill, and a half dozen other chores that Julie had pointed out while she weeded and replanted. Clearly the pill had made him feel a little better as well. “I’m making us salad for lunch, but I still have a little to do first.”

“Just salad?” he asked. “I’m craving…something. Meatier.”

Julie turned away from him as the thoughts intruded once again. I’m like a horny teenager for pity’s sake. “We’re having tenderloin for dinner. That’s all the meat you need for today.”

“Can we put some of those ham bits in the salad? I’m seriously craving it. Stomach growling kind of craving it. Rabbit food won’t cut it.”

“Fine, you can have ham and bacon in your salad. Satisfied?”

“Oh, you can satisfy me any time,” he said, leaning down and kissing her on top of the head. It took every ounce of her will to stop from turning around, yanking his shorts off, and sucking him into her mouth. Maybe another cold shower would help.

“After lunch, I might run up to the hardware store,” she said. “I’m low on potting soil.”

“I can do that if —”

“No, no. You enjoy your time off. I want to get out of the house a little bit, I think. You know, before those ‘flu symptoms’ set in.” She said it with a wink, hoping he would take the hint and drag her inside to fuck her brains out. No. Come on Julie. Stan had his hands on his hips and she could see the outline of his cock in his shorts. He wore those shorts all the time, how had she not noticed before. Or maybe it wasn’t like that before. Maybe he was half hard and waiting. JULIE! Control yourself.

“I might go for a run,” Stan said. “After lunch, I mean. Have a weird amount of energy. Not sure I can just sit around. Little exercise should work it out. Then maybe a nap. Somehow I’m energetic and tired at the same time. That doesn’t make sense does it?”

Julie just shrugged and he walked back inside. She let out a long breath and tried to focus on the plant in her hands.

***

Lunch and the trip to the hardware store went by without incident. It became much easier to focus on things other than sex when Stan wasn’t around. The further she got away from all things Stan, the clearer her head felt. She wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or just her old fashioned attraction to her goofy husband. Indulging in the freedom from her rampant sex drive, she wandered to the least sexual place she could find, the plumbing section where the various models of toilets were on display. A few deep breaths cleared away the rest of her pent up sexual energy and let her enjoy browsing the garden center before hoisting a bag of soil on her shoulder and heading back to her car.

Then it started to creep back in. Where would he be when she got home? Would he be back from his nap, waiting on the couch all sweaty and hot? Maybe he’d have taken his shirt off during the run. Stan would never display his pale, flabby middle-aged torso outside and rarely enough inside, but that didn’t make the fantasy any less possible to Julie. She’d wondered while they ate lunch together if he was having the same urges that she was, but he didn’t seem unusual in anything other than his appetite. He’d eaten his salad in a frenzy and then made himself a sandwich while she nagged at him about sodium. Maybe, as a man, he was just more accustomed to dealing with a higher sex drive. Before work took all his energy, he’d been quite the amorous partner.

Julie put the car in the garage and lugged out the soil, dropping it in a corner where she kept her gardening supplies. She paused a moment and smoothed out her clothes. Briefly, the wild thought of stripping to the waist entered her mind. She could stride into the living room with her breasts pushed out and crawl onto Stan’s lap, shoving them in his face. If that doesn’t get him to notice how fucking horny I am, I don’t know what will. Again, though, she pushed the idea aside.

None of it mattered though. Stan wasn’t back from his run yet. She checked every room of the house while calling his name. His absence left her crestfallen, but a new idea came to her. That morning, she hadn’t thought much beyond getting Stan’s cock in her mouth, but now she wanted something inside her just to stave off the feeling for a while. She went to the master bedroom closet and started digging through the piles of boxes, quilts, and bags at the back. She muttered to herself while she looked and yelped with excitement when she spotted the striped bag she was looking for. Carrying it back to the bedroom as though it were an illicit jewel, she called out for Stan once again, no answer coming, and then opened the bag.

Inside were a variety of sex toys from what seemed like a different life to her now. A few frilly nighties shoved off to one end, a pair of handcuffs with a broken lock, a bottle of lube, a rubber ring that Stan had worn once when she dared him, and the bounty she had been looking for, four dildos. She brought the out and laid them on the bed one at a time. The first was a short purple colored vibrator that felt light without batteries. The second was a larger personal massager that had its cord still wrapped around it. The third was another handheld vibrator with a small clit stimulator on it. And the fourth was a gag party favor given to her at a bachelorette party, a silicone cock and balls with a suction cup on one end. The bride-to-be had gotten drunk enough to stick one on the wall of a bathroom and mime fucking herself while moaning her fiance’s name into a video call. Julie had been mortified at the time, but now found herself wondering if Stan had taken his phone with him.

With the four dildos laid out, she eliminated the battery users immediately, shoving them back in the bag and making a mental note to find batteries later. With the choice being between the massager and the other, she gravitated toward the one that actually looked like a dick. She realized that she didn’t want to just get off, she wanted to get properly fucked by something. Biting her lip, she tucked the massager away and shoved the bag under the bed. The dildo came with her into the bathroom where she thoroughly washed it, all the while muttering to herself about being an idiot. A few times she stopped and strained her ears for the sound of Stan moving around in the house. He’d never seen her use a dildo and she had no intention of changing that today.

It’d become one of her rules at some point and she couldn’t remember exactly why. Maybe she read something about men getting a deep, psychological jealousy about seeing their partner pleasure themselves with something phallic. If they weren’t into it, that was, and Julie had no reason to believe that Stan was into seeing her fuck herself with a plastic dick. With her cleaning done, she put the dildo under her shirt and went back into the bedroom. Before crawling into the bed, she unbuttoned the jeans she’d worn to the hardware store and stepped out of them. Her panties could easily be pulled to the side and the whole show could be hidden under the covers. If Stan came in, she could just shove the fake dick under her pillow until he left the room. She got into position with her heart thudding in her chest and her eyes fixed on the door. Her paranoia and anxiety aside, she was going half wild with need. As she pulled aside her panties, she noted how wet they were and wondered when she’d stopped noticing her own arousal.

Julie ran the plastic cock head up and down her wet lips, coating the rubber in her arousal. Her free hand slid under her shirt and started to make small circles around her nipples. The sensations would cause her eyes to squeeze shut, but she forced them back open to keep an eye on the door. Applying a little pressure, she moaned as the wet dildo pushed against her opening. She spread her legs a little wider, giving herself a little more room to work. After a few seconds, the head of the dick slipped inside of her and she let out a guttural groan of pleasure. She didn’t even need to slide it out as her pussy gushed with wetness, coating each inch of the thing as it slid inside her. Her leg muscles shook and her body clenched as little waves of pleasure radiated out from her core. She’d already had a pair of orgasms that day and somehow this one came even easier than those.

As the pleasure subsided, she knew it wasn’t enough. She didn’t want a hunk of plastic. She wanted Stan. She wanted to feel him throbbing inside of her. Wanted to feel the heat of his body pressing against her as his breath shortened and the small grunts of pleasure came unbidden from his lips. She wanted his eyes to flutter open for brief moments to look down at her heavy breasts and maybe even steal a glance down between their arching bodies to see his cock sliding into her pussy. As she fantasized, she worked the dildo in and out of her at a steady rhythm, the pleasure building up with strange rapidity once again. Her fingers flicked lightly over her exposed nipple. She imagined Stan’s lips closing around the nub and circling it with his tongue, as milk squirted into his mouth.

What the fuck. As her thoughts jammed together in confusion, her body rocked with another orgasm. It took a full minute for her to recover. The dildo slid out of her with a wet slurp. What the hell was that about? Do I have some kind of fucked up mother fetish now? Jesus. Maybe we should stop these pills. Her eyes went to the dresser, sudden panic gripping her body. Were the pills gone? Would they actually not be able to take them? No, they remained where she’d left them the night before.

“Hon?” Stan called from the front door.

In a quick panic, Julie pulled up her panties, grimacing slightly as the cold wetness on them pressed against the warm wetness between her thighs. She pushed the dildo under the pillow and swung herself out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts from nearby and slipping them on just as Stan entered the bedroom. She smiled at him, silently hoping nothing on her looked amiss. Her worry was enough to suppress her instant arousal at seeing Stan shirtless with a sheen of sweat. The t-shirt dangled in front of him, obscuring his lower half, but his chest looked different than she remembered. Still pale and with noticeable love handles, and yet also slimmer as though he’d miraculously lost five pounds since breakfast. “Oh, there you are,” he said, a quaver of surprise in his voice. “Thought you might be out back. I, uh, got a little sweaty on my run. Just gonna hop back in the shower. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “Just took a little catnap is all.” She glanced at the clock. Two hours had passed since she got home. How was that possible? Had she been diddling herself the whole time? Trying to think back only resulted in a blur of pleasure. “I should go start diner.” She brushed past him, almost floored by the scent of sweat. Julie wondered if he watched her walk past, leering at her butt before going to jerk off in the shower. No. I’m just scary horny.

Morning of Day One - Stan

Stan wanted to fuck his wife, again. Ten minutes earlier, she’d been eagerly sucking cum out of him like someone dying of thirst guzzling water from a fire hose. She’d scampered off to make them breakfast while he took a shower to wash away the residual of his first night on the pill. He vaguely remembered the first time waking up and being nearly unconscious while Julie forced him to drink water. He’d guzzled down another three glasses while the shower warmed up and he could probably drink another three. Makes sense, he thought. Body seems to be in overdrive for some reason. Doc warned us about getting dehydrated. Also makes sense for me to be fucking hungry. The horny part is a little weird though.

He looked down at his dick. He hadn’t cum more than once in a day since he was a teenager, yet as he lathered soap across his torso, his cock stuck out stubbornly, bobbing with each of his movements. The bizarre pressure hadn’t returned yet, though, which he thought was an improvement or at least a sign of things reaching a point of normalcy. Curious, he took his soapy hand and ran it up and down the length of his dick. Jerking off in the shower was usually fairly difficult and soap was surely not the best idea, but Stan didn’t mind much as he started to slide his hand up and down his cock with ease. He leaned himself forward against the shower wall and started imagining Julie kneeling in front of him, her mouth open and her eyes hopeful. She had been so eager to have him cum in her mouth. That had never happened before. Getting her to give a blowjob was rare enough, and Stan didn’t mind all that much as he’d never particularly enjoyed blowjobs compared to just having sex. But she fucking wanted it this morning. She wanted to feel my cock pushing her lips open. She wanted to run her tongue under my dick until I spurted thick cum down her throat.

Stan growled as his cum splattered out against the shower wall. A shudder later, he was watching it slowly ooze down with a mask of horror on his face. Julie could walk in at any moment and see what he’d done. Hell, his slightly wilting dick had a long glob of cum dangling from its tip like something out of bad porn. Maybe she’d get in the shower and clean it — “Jesus, Stan, get a grip.” Embarrassed, he cleaned off the shower wall and himself.

***

Clean and somewhat clearheaded, he sat down at the kitchen table for breakfast. Julie seemed to be in her own world. The stove had an empty tray sitting on it with clear signs of cinnamon bun residue, but they were no where to be see, other than the few crumbs at the corner of Julie’s mouth. Didn’t seem to deter her appetite though, as she had a full plate of eggs, toast, and bacon set out for herself as well as Stan. His own ravenous appetite made everything else irrelevant. He kissed her on the cheek as she put his plate down and even gave her ass a light squeeze. Her face turned red and she seemed distressed as she sat down opposite him. The moment passed quickly though as they each turned their attention to the food.

Neither spoke a word as they made brutal work of their meals. In fact, as Stan’s fork scrapped the last bit of jelly from the plate, he found himself wondering if he’d actually eaten anything or just imagined it altogether. Julie stared at her own plate with the same nonplussed look that she’d had when Stan arrived in the kitchen. Dehydration and low calories, he thought. So we’re starving, need a ton of water, and our brains are barely registering it. Was that in the pamphlet? He was still hungry so he went and got another three slices of bread, smearing them with butter as Julie watched. An empty cinnamon bun package sat on the counter. “Sweetie, did you make cinnamon buns?”

Julie snapped out of her daydream. “What? No, I didn’t.”

He held up the empty cardboard. “What’s this then? It’s ok if you were hungry during the night or something. I think the pill might be fucking with our metabolism. Doctor warned us about stuff like that.”

“I didn’t make those,” she said, firmly. “Didn’t we have some last week. Maybe I made them then and just kept moving the empty box around. You know we’re supposed to be eating better. I shouldn’t even be buying stuff like that.”

Rather than press the issue, Stan pushed a piece of toast in his mouth and carried the empty box to the trash bin. “I’m still starving,” he muttered as he went over to the fridge. “I think I’ll have some more eggs, do you want any?”

Julie was gnawing at her lower lip and her hand was visibly moving between her legs. As she noticed her husband, she snatched it away and abruptly stood up. “No, I’m gonna go change and get to work in the garden.”

He watched her go, wishing she hadn’t bothered to get dressed that morning. When they got the pill prescription, they’d joked about spending the whole week naked. Now that didn’t seem like such a far fetched idea, though Stan didn’t think he should start while standing in front of a hot stove. The eggs cracked and sizzled in the pan as he added seasoning and an unreasonable amount of cheese. Julie wouldn’t know and it wasn’t like he was secretly binge eating an entire platter of buns. He understood why she would feel embarrassed about it, but it was unlike her to outright refuse to admit something when he caught her as near to red handed as possible. It’s the drug, just making us a little weird.

Good thing I didn’t go into work like this. I wouldn’t have made it past the burger joint and wound up spending half a grand on egg biscuits while watching porn on my phone or something. With a plate of eggs and more toast prepared, he returned to the kitchen table and indeed pulled out his phone, intending to read the news or check his emails. Instead, moments later he had a gif of a woman sucking dick displayed brazenly on the middle of the kitchen table. He wondered if he could get Julie to watch porn with him. Maybe get her to copy the movements of the woman on screen while he watched them both until he gave her desperate mouth another full dose of his cum.

A one time thing, she said. Just to get it out of the way. Still, it was fun. Maybe if this keeps up I can convince her to add it to the routine a little more often. Especially once she’s pregnant and not so much in the mood to have me on top of her or vice versa. That’d be something to see, her mouth wrapped around my cock while her oversized tits and pregnant belly hung underneath her. Frustrated, he pushed the empty plate away from him and turned off his phone just as Julie returned, dressed in her work clothes. He’d never noticed how much thigh she showed in those shorts or how her old stained shirt hugged her figure. He smiled at her, “What have you got for me to do?”

“Oh, plenty, should I make a list?”

“Definitely. I’m feeling pretty handy at the moment.” He stood and took his plate to the sink. And maybe if I can keep myself busy, I won’t have to jerk off again before noon.

***

It worked, more or less. He made it to lunch without thinking too much about sex. Though any time he caught a glimpse of Julie bending over or squatting down, he had to take a few long breaths to keep his mind on things. Stan very much regretted his choice of loose shorts, having to actively avoid Julie anytime she came near him for fear of springing a hardon and slapping her thigh with it. But isn’t that the point, he argued with himself. We’re taking some wonder drug meant to help us get knocked up. Lo and behold, I’m walking around hornier than I’ve been in ten years, but I can’t just tell Julie to strip down and bend over for a good old fashioned creampie because that would be uncouth or something.

The negative thoughts came along with an unpleasant buzz rippling across the top of his head as he worked on the various projects laid out for him. It did not slip by him that he was feeling overly aggressive, but thankfully his tasks gave him a decent outlet. Shoveling took a good bit of frustration, allowing him to stab as hard as he could into the ground. Hammering went a little harder than he normally would swing. And when she set him the task of drilling drainage holes in the bottom of a jar, he worried that he would just crush the whole damn thing with the pressure he put on the drill alone. As he worked, he had a constant argument between “just ask her to fuck now” and “no, wait or she’ll be put off it entirely.” It’s supposed to be this romantic thing. We’re making a family together, not rutting around like animals in heat.

Lunch went largely the same as breakfast. Julie insisted that they eat healthy and frowned at him as she ladled four entire strips of bacon onto the top of a pile of lettuce, ham, and cheese. She had the same bleary, distracted look in her eyes that had plagued her all morning, but been most prevalent when he asked about the mystery buns. His concern for his wife’s possible fugue state did little to abate his appetite though, nor hers. They devoured their meals within minutes and once the bowls were swept away, Stan had to restrain himself from pouncing on Julie while she was bent over the sink. “You sure you don’t want me to go with you to the hardware store? I could probably buy some lumber or something. That’s what men do when they have free time, I think. Buy a stack of lumber, cut a few pieces of it, and then leave the rest in the yards while making grand plans about building a shed or something.”

“Thanks, hon, but I’ll be fine. You go for your run. The exercise will do you good.” She patted his shoulder and headed for the bedroom. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was avoiding him. Hopefully it’s not because she’s embarrassed about this morning. He grabbed his shoes and headed out front.

Their neighborhood had a small park at the center with a long trail that ran in a curling pattern around its perimeter. It had been one of the main factors when they decided where to move. Both he and Julie had talked about how much they would use it and how convenient it would be. That had lasted about a month. Then it had become a nice scenic moment to enjoy between home and leaving the neighborhood, with the occasional chance to sneer at someone willing to spend more time on themselves. They’d bought the treadmill a few years later, trying to convince each other that going out of the house was the problem and not their inherent laziness or lack of energy.

After the short walk down the street to the park, Stan paused to stretch and survey the other occupants out for some morning activity. From his position, he could see a few retired folks ambling about while gossiping to each other and one other guy running his dog. Finally prepared, he set off in a loping stride, making his way around the track. Usually, he hit a wall almost immediately and wanted to stop or at least complain. But today, Stan felt good. His heart thudded in his chest and his breath came at a measured rhythm as he rounded the track. It was cool enough out for the breeze to offset any heat he might feel and the sun dazzled the otherwise blue sky for a quite beautiful day. He waited for his muscles to ache or his side to twinge, but nothing happened. He built a little more speed and fell into a serene peace.

As he rounded the far end, he came up behind a woman running at roughly his speed. She maintained her spot twenty yards ahead of him and he, unconsciously, slowed to keep himself behind her. She’d chosen to wear a pair of very short shorts to cover a very not small ass. With each of her footfalls, the landing leg’s ass cheek fell almost fully into view. The bouncing butt mesmerized Stan for a full lap around the track before he realized the only thing keeping him from having a full erection was the constant pull of his shorts against his crotch. A wave of shame washed over him. He felt guilty for watching the woman as she ran and that he was being pervy at the public part. But moreover, he was soaked with guilt because he was giving attention to someone other than Julie.

His thoughts broke through the trance like state that he’d adopted while running. Suddenly, everything started to hurt. He had a massive stitch in his side and his calves burned as though they might pop off of him. He broke off the path and headed back toward his house. Slowing down only made the pain worse. Thirst started demanding his attention. How long had he been running and how much had he lost to sweat? He went to the backyard and grabbed the garden hose, turning it on and letting it run over his face before starting to drink. He guzzled down as much as he could and, sure enough, the pain eased in his side and legs. With the pain gone, he could pay attention to the rest of his body’s compounding needs.

His shirt was drenched in sweat and water from the hose, so he pulled it off and sighed with some relief as the shaded breeze cooled his skin. The running woman returned to his mind. He replaced her with Julie, imagining his wife running ahead of him instead of some stranger. Now the bouncing ass was one he was very familiar with. Easily, the clothes came off of her and his beautiful Julie was running naked in front of him, her tits bouncing playfully with each step. They weren’t truly running, after all, just having a short game of chase before the real fun begins. He caught up with her, his hands grabbing onto her hips and causing both of them to tumble to the ground. As she tries to crawl away, she wiggles her naked rear at him, inviting him to claim his prize before she can slip off.

Stan realized what he was doing. He’d leaned one hand against the side of the house while the other went inside his shorts, furiously jerking himself off. Before he could stop, he imagined mounting his wife in the middle of the park and came in his underwear with a low grunt. Mortified, he tried to clean himself up, but the amount of cum in his shorts wasn’t something he could deal with standing in the yard. He’d spotted Julie’s car in the drive and she could have walked out on him at any moment. What the fuck was he thinking?

He went inside and held his shirt in front of his shorts, hiding the dark stain and trying not to think about what he’d done. He called out and no one answered, so he went to the bedroom hoping to strip, wash his cum stained underwear, and get in the shower before Julie caught him. Instead, he found her standing suspiciously in the bedroom, looking flushed. She said she need to start dinner and Stan looked at the time. He’d been out running for hours.

The pills were still on the dresser. They were meant to take the next one after dinner.

Evening of Day One

Julie went to the kitchen and sat down, biting her lip while she listened to Stan in the shower. He’d smelled amazing and five seconds with him had left her even hornier. She didn’t want to be slutty, at least not yet, but she couldn’t go on like this any more. When the shower turned off, Julie walked back to the bedroom. Stan was standing in the center of the room, still naked and sporting a hard erection. He started to say something, but stopped as Julie turned around and pulled down her soaked undies. “Fuck me, please,” she said.

Stan didn’t waste a moment. He didn’t even bother taking her to the bed. He stepped up behind her and pushed her into the wall beside the doorway. His cock slid inside her to the hilt with no resistance as his hands moved across her body. One kept a firm hold on her left ass cheek and hip while the other moved up to squeeze and cup her breasts. Julie kept her hands out against the wall to keep their balance and let her head rest as well, turning it to the side to watch her husband fuck her. Stan hunched his body against her, sliding his cock in and out at a steady rhythm. Neither exactly understood how they’d pulled off the position so deftly, as they’d never had sex standing up before. Julie enjoyed the feeling of control and Stan loved the range of motion it provided.

He lowered his head to her neck, kissing her and nibbling at her shoulder. They became lost in the sound of each other’s hot and hurried breath. Julie began to whine and moan as her pleasure started to build. “Mmmph, oh, fuck me, Stan. Cum inside me with your fat cock. I’ve been thinking about it all fucking day. Thinking about you pushing inside me and fucking me properly. Wanting to feel you pushing against my ass and grabbing my tits while I cum.”

Stan could only growl in response as his pace quickened. He pulled her back from the wall, nearly lifting her up as he pushed all the way inside of her and erupted. With his arms wrapped around Julie, Stan could feel her entire body shiver with pleasure as he pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into her. They stayed in that position for a few second, panting and sweaty. Gently, Julie disengaged from her husband and turned around to bring him into a deep kiss. They whispered lovely nothings and held one another.

“Today has been weird,” Julie admitted.

“Yeah, fucking weird,” Stan agreed. “Can’t imagine it’s going to get less weird with another one.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Do you?” he rested his forehead against hers. They both shook from side to side. “Ok then, we’ll keep going. What’s the worst that can happen? You get pregnant?”

They giggled.