Caffeinated Quickies 01: Honeyed Housewife

Who ever said men couldn't multitask worth a damn? Mike was juggling both burdens like a boss.

"Oh yeah, I found the cutest new bakery, just down Main Street from the office. It was named something French, I think." Steph looked away and tapped a long finger to her chin in thought, her other hand still wickedly working Mike's twitching, straining shaft towards a riotous finale. "I stopped in there to say hello and met the most charming young woman called B.B."

"Bee Bee?" Mike panted like a blown stallion and knocked back the last of his milk brandy what-ever in a vain attempt to calm his thundering heart.

"No, B.B. as in two letters. Like initials, dear." Steph explained, calmly taking the empty glass from his shaking hand. "She is very beautiful, though none-to-bright, the poor girl. You know the type... long blonde hair, a pretty face and simply enormous breasts. Truly."

"B-Breasts?" Mike's legs were shaking like a Quaker revival and Steph's long languid strokes were taking on added fervor as she beamed like the moon at him with purest mischief behind those shining emerald eyes.

"Oh yes, Husband. Sweet, stupid B.B. has absolutely massive tits. I don't know how she squeezes them into those tiny candy-cane dresses in the morning." Steph husked into his ear and even the smell of her warm honeyed breath was nearly enough to push Mike over the crest of his impending climax. "I'll have to take you to meet her someday. Just so you can stare at those tremendous knockers almost bursting from her teensy weensy top..."

Mike was edging hard, his knuckles bone-white where he clutched the arms of the sofa. Stephanie must have known it too because she punctuated each of her last few filthy words with fast, swirling pumps of his bucking shaft.

"Like the hot..."

*Pump*

"Big-titted..."

*Stroke*

"Blonde bimbo..."

*Twist*

"Whore she is."

*Squeeze*

"Faaaark~ Stephanie!" Mike wailed and exploded into his devilish little wifey's working fist.

She moved lightning quick, spinning the empty glass like a six-shooter in her free hand and lodging it over his fountaining tip. Thick sticky wads of his erupting ejaculate blasted up into the glass as Mike's toes curled in his boots and the fourth of July fireworks show kicked off behind his tightly shut eyelids.

"That's it, Darling. Give it to me. Let me have all your yummy baby-batter." Steph crooned into his ear as she nuzzled into his neck and planted soft kisses along his clenching jawline. "I'm going to drink down every drop to show my Man how much I love him."

"Oh Gawd~... Steph, I love you baby."

Mike was as boneless as a chicken nugget by the time his show-stopping orgasm finally wound to a close. He lay limp on the couch and labored for breath as Steph rose smoothly from his lap, flashed him her winning grin and raised the cum-filled glass to her eager ruby lips.

Holy hell, it was full to overflowing but Steph just tilted her gorgeous face back and began to swallow...

Mike watched her slender throat bobbing and bulging to take all of his impossibly thick and sticky load down. His exposed manhood gave an interested twitch as though preparing for an encore performance. He was licking his own dry lips at the obscene lewd display by the time she gleefully slurped down the last dregs with a huge, happy sigh.

"Thank you, Husband. I needed that." She said with a self-satisfied smirk. "Now sit back and relax. I'll go make you a fresh drink and finish laying out dinner for you."

She spun on one high heel and--snatching the now empty cocktail jug off the side-table--practically skipped back into the kitchen, her bountiful crimson curls bouncing as she went.

Mike needed a minute.

Once his head stopped spinning he sat up and ran a trembling hand through his tousled hair. He wasn't sure what had happened to his beloved spouse but from what little she told him a new french bakery run by some blonde bimbo was behind it? That made about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine.

Getting shakily to his feet and, tucking his dick back into his pants, he made his way into the kitchen determined to get some straight answers out of this new Steph. He was stopped dead in his tracks as he darkened the doorway and his jaw dropped.

The kitchen, much like the living room, had been cleaned from top to bottom. The surfaces gleamed for the first time ever, the stove top was spotless and the smudges on the cabinet doors had vanished. Even the linoleum floor shone under the glow of the overhead lighting. The old timber dining table was covered by a pristine white tablecloth and laden with a steaming beef roast, surrounded by crispy golden roasted vegetables with buttered beans and fluffy mash potatoes in separate serving bowls alongside. Freshly baked dinner rolls were cooling on a rack beside the window and the table was set.

Mike couldn't help but to notice there was only one dining set laid out and it was at the head of the table where the man of the house would typically sit.

But as astonishing as the entire belly-rumbling tableau was, it wasn't what froze him like a deer in headlights.

Steph was standing at the sink with her old fashioned dress undone and pulled off her slim shoulders. Her long, voluminous scarlet locks cascaded down the flawless alabaster skin of her bare back as she bent over the empty jug, kneading her big fleshy tits in her hands and pulled at her tight pink nipples.

The sound of liquid splashing reached his burning ears as Steph moaned hotly and pulled again, followed by another wet splash.

At her elbow, next to a discarded white bullet bra, was an open bottle of dark vanilla brandy and she paused in her... milking to pour a generous helping into the rapidly filling jug.

Steph had tits!

Well, Mike's Steph had always had tits but hers had been of the itty-bitty variety with cute little nips that were buckets of fun to play with.

This Steph had large creamy melons that were full to sloshing with life-giving milk.

"Milk..." Mike groaned, unsure if he was feeling more appalled or turned on but certain that he was going mad. "You fed me your... your titty-milk."

Stephanie turned and gasped in concern at the horrified expression on his face. She didn't even try to cover herself as she rushed over to reassure him, her impressively swollen bust bouncing and swaying heavily before her.

"I'm sorry, Darling. We were all out of conventional milk and I wanted to do something special for you." She sounded panicked, scared that she might have upset him. "Please Michael, my Love. I didn't know it would feel so good to watch you drink it. I just got so hot for you, I shouldn't have..."

She sounded like she was going to burst into tears if he didn't say something soon but Mike felt his grip on reality slipping.

"It's not a wig is it?" Was all he could think to say.

"My hair? No, it just grew out like this today." She replied then looked down at herself. "My hair and other things too."

"And that... B.B. did this to you?" Mike asked weakly as his wife helped him over to the seat at the head of the table.

"B.B? No, I don't think so." Steph said, fussing over him like a worried mother hen as Mike fell into the chair. It looked as though it had been polished too, everything looked so nice and well cared for now. "I wasn't lying when I said she wasn't too bright but I don't think she's exactly stupid either. Not in a conventional sense, she said a few things that really resonated with me."

Mike didn't know that some hot, big-titted blonde bimbo whore--Steph's words, not his own--could say to change a woman so much and asked the question.

"Like what?"

"It's hard to say precisely, not word for word anyway." Steph looked like she was trying to remember a long forgotten memory. Mike's eyes were drawn back to her big bare breasts where a white bead of moisture was forming on a puckered pink tip. "She knew I wasn't happy, like, straight away and she wanted to know what was really important to me. I remember she giggled and played with her hair a lot. Oh Michael, she has such beautiful long golden hair. It's like liquid sunshine, I can't wait for you to meet her."

"Stephanie... please." He groaned.

"Sorry, Darling. So we chatted for a while, just girl-talk over a few cupcakes. They were fabulous by the way, and I realized that so much of what I was doing with my life wasn't bringing me joy. Like that hoarder lady on television says." Steph looked on the verge of tears again. "All the stuff we are told as little girls we should want; a successful career and wealth and womanly prestige... it wasn't making me happy. It was making me so miserable that I was feeling sick."

Despite himself Mike reached out and took his wife by the hand, holding it tight. She had taken off the silly gloves and her skin was incredibly warm and soft. Steph looked at their joined hands and gave Mike a sad little smile.

"When I thought back on what made me happy it was all you, Mike dear. You and our life together in this humble little home, even my pokey studio out there..." She nodded towards the garage and sniffled. "This is where I want to be. Looking after you just like you look after me, painting my silly pictures and reading my books. Caring for our home and maybe someday soon... our family?"

Mike's head shot up at that and Steph... his Steph was smiling back at him from behind her big tearful eyes.

"Is it still you in there, Baby?" He wanted to believe it, hope against hope. He needed to hear her say it.

"It is, dear Husband. I know I look a bit different and maybe I'm acting a little less... conservative in private but I promise you that I am still myself at my core. I'm still that shy Tinkerbell who fell for Barney Rubble at a college party just a few short years ago." She said with a coy little smile at the memory.

Mike laughed and it felt good. Like the light at the end of the tunnel wasn't an oncoming train after-all.

"Yeah, Barney. Not even Fred, what were you thinking?" He scoffed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Fred? Bah. Barney's got the hotter wife anyhow." She giggled and snuggled deeper into his arms.

"That he does, Sweetie." Mike said kissing her on the forehead and feeling a spike of warmth down below as he felt her hard nipples rake against his stomach through the shirt. "Though I don't think you'll fit into that Tinkerbell costume anymore."

"I'd be happy to try," Steph teased, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing her way along his collarbone. "It might be fun to watch me burst free of it."

That was a hell of an image to put in a guy's head and Mike was definitely perking up in the men's underwear department. But he had to know something for sure first...

"Did you mean it, Steph? About the family? About having my children."

Steph giggled again and began wriggling her way up into his lap. Squeezing herself between him and the dinner table until she was straddling his thighs with her big perky tits thrust up under his chin.

"I meant it all, Darling. I think there is a reason I am lactating already." She whispered, looking up to him through long dark lashes. "I am sooo~ damn fertile right now, I know that sounds strange but I can feel it, down there."

Her sultry emerald eyes dropped to her long cotton skirts dragged up over her knees by her position astride his crotch and Mike didn't need a gynecologist to explain it for him. Steph took his trembling hand and guided it to the buttons on the side of her dress. She had undone most of them to free her chest but a few still barred his path to his hot wifey's waiting womb.

They undressed each other with frantic fingers between torrid kisses that stifled hungry moans. Steph had his shirt and pants open by the time Mike was dragging her pastel green dress up over her tossing head to throw it across the room. He gasped when he saw what she had been hiding beneath all that antiquated fabric.

"Oh Stephanie Page, just look at you..." He said in hushed reverence.

She was a walking work of erotic art. Her figure had previously been slim, almost fae-like, adorably pretty but petite in form. In many ways she still was, her waist still tiny and her tummy a smooth sleek plane leading down to her tight little pussy.

In other ways she was anything but. Her heaving milk-laden tits looked huge but perfect on her small frame, and her exposed hips and ass had grown to mouth-watering proportions. Child-bearing proportions at that!

Fuck Tinkerbell, Mike wanted to buy Steph a slinky red cocktail dress for Halloween and she'd look like the stunning wife of a certain cartoon rabbit. With her bombshell hourglass figure, dazzling green eyes and her long mane of glowing crimson curls.

Mike would wear some bunny ears.

"I think you mean Stephanie Cummings," She purred, pulling his hands down to the pure white garter belt and sheer translucent panty combo to feel how wet she was. "I'm entirely yours now, Husband dearest. I want everyone to know it."

"Jeezus~ but you're soaking down there, Baby." He growled, pressing his fingers through the sodden, barely-there lace and running them up her pink folds. "Did watching me drink your milk turn you on that much?"

"Mmmhhmmm~ yes, Darling. I loved it so much, it made me feel like a real woman at last." She moaned, grinding her pelvis against his palm and arching her back to thrust her big leaking tits into Mike's face. "Please tell me you liked it. Tell me you loved sucking down all my sweet Mommy milk..."

"I did love it. I loved it so much and I want more..." Mike's hard cock surged in his boxers, threatening to burn its way free from the blazing furnace of their shared arousal. "You better have some more for me. A lot more..."

"I do, I do... I have so much more to feed you, my big hungry Man." Steph gushed, a flush of excitement highlighting the cute rash of freckles dusting the top slopes of her thick trembling tits. "Take all you want and more..."

Mike pushed to his feet, carrying Steph with him by his grip on her trim pussy. She squealed as he swept the plates and cutlery aside with a clatter to lay her back on the dinner table. She squirmed prettily as he tore away her panties, leaving her naked but for the small garter, smoky nylon stockings and tall heels.

"It's not Mommy milk yet but it will be soon." Mike grunted, freeing his raging man-meat and lining it up with her dripping pussy. Steph's tiny cunt was wetter than a waterpark and looked like twice as much fun. Already her free-flowing juices were staining the pristine tablecloth as he dredged his engorged tip through her slick folds.

"I'll be a Mommy and you'll be a Daddy. Please Mike, I can't wait any longer." She begged in a girlish tone, "I need my big Man inside me, I need you to fill me with our children."

Her dirty talk was too much and Mike pressed his hips forward until they moaned together in a carnal duet. It was a good thing Steph was as lubricated as she was because Mike was harder than quick-dry cement and she felt tighter than ever.

"Fuck Baby, how are you so damn tight?" Mike groaned just holding himself completely hilted inside her squeezing snatch and tried not to blow his load right away.

It wasn't easy.

Steph groaned then giggled. "I feel stuffed full of Daddy."

Mike's throbbing cock pulsed inside her and he ached to drive deep inside Steph and start fucking his gorgeous pin-up housewife with all he had.

"It will feel even better when we really get going. Ready to be a Mommy?"

"Ready... Daddy." she said with a sweet smile.

Mike rocked inside her slow and steady and almost came from the overwhelming erotic pleasure alone. Fucking Steph had never been purely physical. Her sweet and innocent soul mixed with her hotter-than-sin new figure made the moment so highly arousing he could barely contain himself. Her love for him knew no bounds, and that she wanted to bear Mike's children and raise a family with him made holding back the flood of orgasm a near impossibility.

Knowing his potent manseed would soon find its way into her fertile fields made Mike's cock twitch, and he fired a single salvo of thick creamy cum into her womb.

"Oh Darling, I feel it... it's wonderful. Warm and heavy. It feels sooo~ good inside me." Steph cried, whipping her carpet of fiery hair about. "Give me more, you can give this Mommy more can't you?

"I love to see you so excited, Sweetie" He said and kissed her while he rocked forward and backward, gradually building momentum and fucking her in deep rhythmic strokes.

Stephanie began to match his thrusts with an upward push of her wide toned hips, causing their bodies to bump and grind, sweaty flesh slapping noisily together. The table creaked and the dishes rattled as Steph moaned softly, pulling Mike down into another ravenous kiss.

Their tongues met and swirled together, and Mike pumped harder, driving deep inside her clutching cunt, claiming it and taking it for himself. Her pale creamy tits smacked together, and her hard nipples sent droplets of milk flying in all directions like scatter-shot. He reached down and pushed his hot Wifey's nylon-clad legs back, opening her firm silky thighs wider as he sank in deeper, driving farther forward until his tip nudged her cervix.

Steph moaned into Mikes mouth and bucked her hips, fucking him faster while Mike drove deep and plowed her virgin-tight pussy right into the tabletop. He had her flexible, fuckable body bent nearly in two, with her shapely calves pinned up around her ears and one high-heeled pump threatening to bury itself in the mash potatoes.

"Ohmygawd~ I'm close, dear. So fucking close." Steph sang, as her long painted nails clawed at his shoulders as back. "Drink from my big mommy titties, I want to feel my Man sucking down my hot mommy milk when I cum!"

"I'm close too, fuck Steph but I've been close since the start. You're so tight and wet and those tits look fucking delicious."

Her creamy fleshy mounds were trapped between her knees as Mike folded her in half, those pale cushiony globes pushed together as leaking lactate ran in small rivulets across her ivory skin. His hips kept pumping like pneumatic pistons as he bent down and sought out a jouncing nipple with his waggling tongue.

He caught one and circled the raspberry peak, lapping up her scrumptious milk before latching his parched lips around the rubbery tip and suckling like a starving infant.

"Yaaassss~!" Steph cried, and Mike felt her pussy-honey splatter across his abdomen and thighs as she came. "Oh Darling, yes. Don't hold back. Give me that steaming baby-making load. I need it deep inside me. Knock up your horny wifey and make me a Mommy."

Mike's mouth and throat were saturated with her tit-cream, it had geysered out of her stiff protuberant nipples as she came. The sweet, warm taste of it spiked him like a shot of adrenaline straight into a major artery. His rampaging cock pounded out a mad fandango on her thrumming g-spot making Steph wail and thrash beneath him in prolonged climax until he could bear it no longer.

"Cuuuummiiiing~!" Mike roared, as he sheathed his entirety inside her tight convulsing cunt one final time and opened the floodgates.

Steph's mouth worked wordlessly as her body arched up into his and their lips met, even as he unleashed an unholy amount of molten man-juice straight into her primed and thoroughly pumped womb. Wave after wave of his invasive seed overwhelmed her final bastion until the constricting seal of her stretched pussy lips around his girthy shaft was breached and a torrent of his pearly cum mingled with her nectar in a sticky puddle beneath their joined bodies.