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One Fine Day -- Chapter 3 -- Creamy Sausage Supper
(MF oral rom cons)

 - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.


Creamy Sausage Supper

Children squealing, dog barking, and dinner cooking on the stove, a
normal household scene for us. I was still excited from our lunchtime
experience, the interruption, and the lovely, delicious result -- and
her supper request, wanting more.  I expected that would really warm
things up for tonight, subtle comments through supper, things we
couldn't say openly.  Well, we could, but our kids might not
appreciate it as much as we would.

I was starting to serve supper to the kids when she arrived home. 
Standing in the kitchen doorway, she looked so hot I became instantly
aroused.  The look in her eyes, her slightly disheveled appearance,
hair out of place from the wind, all were sexy.  Her outfit wasn't as
neat as this morning, which reminded me of our lovely lunch tryst.

When I held her to kiss, my brain recognized what my body was reacting
to.  No bra!  She'd taken it off sometime that afternoon, as I knew
she had it on when she left.

I squeezed her hard, hugging her tightly to me and pressing my hands
into her ass.  Only her light slacks were in the way.  I wondered if
she still had her thong on, or and "lost it" like she had her bra. 
Thinking about her all afternoon made me more than ready for her, and
realizing she was braless, and maybe panty-less as well, was
electrifying.

Our kids watched us doing this, but thankfully didn't say anything to
break the mood.  They just went on with their meal, letting Mommy and
Daddy say hello in their usual way.

My darling broke our kiss to say, "I need to change clothes before
dinner.  Can you help me with that?"

"Certainly," I said.  "It will be a pleasure."

"A sweet delicious pleasure, darling," she replied in a teasing voice.

We left the kids to finish their meal, trusting them to be good
without us for a while.  Off to our room, but we didn't make it
because she grabbed me and embraced me again on the way, pushing her
hips hard against my hard-on, which I'd tried to hide as we left the
kitchen.  I was still wearing the same light shorts and a T-shirt, no
underwear today for me either.

I didn't turn to see if anyone had followed us, not wanting to reveal
the visible sign of my passion.

She was excited too, though the visible signs were harder to see.  She
grabbed my hand and led me to our room.  On the way, she started to
undo the buttons on her blouse, getting the last one as we went in the
door.  She slipped the thing off before closing the door, a daring
show.  Sure, I didn't expect observers but that didn't matter, it
added more heat to my excitement.

I was awestruck, looking at her lovely bouncy breasts, and the
delightfully stiff, rosy nipples at their tips.  She let me look a
while, deliberately posing for my visual enjoyment.

"You should change too," she suggested.

"OK," I instantly agreed, and stripped off quickly.  I didn't have far
to go but she watched me, taking off her socks but not her slacks.  I
was impatient to see what she had under them.  Had she come home with
her bare pussy touching those slacks, maybe with them unzipped?

I stood waiting, and posed for her, pushing my "sausage" up, letting
it bounce a little.  She looked me up and down, and slowly slid her
slacks down.  Very slowly, just rolling them down a bit, so I could
see her bare middle only.  More showed, enough so I was almost sure
she had nothing underneath, and then I could see it for sure.  I
smiled in delight, and giggled with joy when she ran her fingers
across it along the way, before rapidly removing her pants.

I had loved how she looked in her lacy thong panties.  They didn't
cover much, and what they did cover was teasingly revealed.  But
knowing that she'd come home without even those was just too sexy hot! 

"I see you've got my sausage ready to eat!" she said, and giggled a
little herself.  Both of us were thinking about eating, but not about
eating food.

"It looks like you've warmed up some sauce to go with my sausage.  You
look delicious."

"I kept thinking about you all day long.  My panties were... they got
to wet to wear, so I took them off."

"At work?"

I could imagine how excited she had to be in order to feel compelled
to pull them off at work, unable to sit comfortably with them on.

"Uh hmmm.  I did, it was too hard to leave them on.  Rode home with my
zipper down too, so I could warm up some more on the way.   I know how
much you like that."

"I wish I'd been there with you."  Of course, getting any work done in
that situation would have been hard, but this wasn't a time for
practical thoughts.

I asked, "So, what would you like for supper, hungry girl?"

"Let's swap.  Feed me your sausage, and you check out what I've cooked
up."

I lay on the bed on my back, and she lay on top of me, facing down
between my legs.  Her kisses on my thighs were like heat from the
stove, rising as she moved to sear my sausage with her hot tongue.  I
tasted her sweet, very wet, slick pussy, and lost myself in the
delight of her tenderness.  To eat and be eaten was the supreme
pleasure.

But in a short time she stopped her delightful licking and said, "Roll
over.  I want to be under you."

She put her lips back around my dick, so I gently rolled so she could
keep her hold on, never letting me go. I pressed my face into her wet
pussy and tried my best not to slip off as we turned over. As we
completed this tricky maneuver, I held myself up and just couldn't
keep my tongue on her sweet spot.  But soon I was back, eating her
pussy from top to bottom, soft silky flesh with a lovely sweet middle
in my mouth.  She sucked my sausage deep inside, and I gently helped
it slide in and out of her mouth.

I loved her this way, pleasing me as I pleased her, trying hard to
make us both come fast.  It didn't matter who was first, not like
this.  Not that it mattered always, but I knew we didn't have time for
more than a fine appetizer of 69 sauce before our real supper.

Her teeth scratched lightly on the sensitive underside of my hard
dick, and pressed into me as her tongue rapidly swirled and flicked
around the tip.  I felt her fingers stroking me, on my shaft, my
balls, and my legs.  She was so very good at this, knowing how to
bring steaming heat to quickly "cook" my sausage to well-done.

I tried to get her to the same point, sucking her clit hard between my
lips, letting my teeth hold her sensitive button so I could rapidly
stir it, my mouth watering in anticipation of her pleasurable wetness. 
But she was faster and drew my cream out, swallowing it deep in her
throat, then licking me over and over until I was clean.

I didn't want to slow down my cooking, but I just couldn't ignore what
she was doing to me.  However, as soon as she finished and I'd caught
my breath, I resumed my meal and in short order was rewarded with some
delightfully sweet, spicy sauce.  I licked the bowl clean, enjoying
the warmth, taste, and texture of her sweet pussy.

We lay there for a minute or two, and might have stayed there longer
but for the loud voices from the other room reminding us that we
weren't alone.

"Well, I'm glad that we got to have that snack before supper," she
said.  "Hmm, it is just so hard to be away from you on a day like
today."

"I love you too," I said, smiling with delight.

Comfy clothes were quickly found for a nice relaxing bit of family
time together.  That is a lovely part of our life too, but I am ever
so glad that we haven't got so old to forget why we fell in love in
the first place.


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