I don't know if anyone cares about the behind the scenes stuff but I'm sharing it anyways: Originally I was gonna pick at random from the batch of really excellent suggestions. But then I realized the Sweet Life idea, if it went into a poll, would almost certainly win. Because those ideas almost always win. And because I didn't want the other ideas to get automatically snubbed I figured I'd write the Sweet Life idea and give everything the poll a fighting chance lol. Even though I'm basically still snubbing the other stories anyways.
Also this story is a bit on the extreme side so fair warning. if you're not a fan of cum puking and the like steer clear!
“Ohhhh God Veronica... th-that feels so good... that feels so fucking good... b-but I can't—we can't do—ohhhhh fuck—I don't have t-t-time for this sweetheart... I have to-I have to leave n-now... I'm gonna miss my-my fli—fuuuuuuuuuck!”
For all his genuine protests Henry didn't have any hope of escaping his wife's clutches. As spoon as Veronica pounced on him like a wild jungle cat he was hopelessly at her mercy. All the reason and rationale in the world paled in comparison to the simple ecstasy of her soft, crimson lips gliding along his cock. The sparkle of her beautiful green eyes smiling up at him while her mouth was stretched tight around his prick as she endlessly bobbed back and forth.
Slumped against the bedroom door with one hand on the doorknob and the other desperately tangled in his wife's silky brown locks Henry was so close to freedom. And yet he'd never been further. He could barely keep his legs under him as Veronica moved faster and faster along his prick. Everything from the smooth stroke of her tongue around his length to the way she tenderly fondled his balls sent pleasure cascading through him. And it hadn't even been that long since she last gave him a blowjob! Maybe two or three days at the very most? But that didn't matter. He was completely powerless to stop her and, if he was being totally honest, he really didn't want to leave anyways. Neither of them wanted him to fly across the country for an entire week to attend some boring conference and she was making an amazing case for him to stay. Especially as she quickened her pace and let out a sound caught somewhere between a moan and a giggle. As her cheeks sank inwards and the already unbearable pressure of her soft, wet mouth grew even more overwhelming.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Finally letting go of the doorknob after clinging to it for a minute straight Henry grabbed his wife's head with both hands and sighed. All the tension left in his shoulders as he hunched over her and tried to pull away melted into pleasure as he finally gave in. There was no point even trying. They both know it. He'd just needed a little persuading to fully realize that fact. And his gorgeous, talented wife was more than happy to reward him for finally coming to the same conclusion. Even when she was already rewarding him with the kind of pleasure that made his knees weak and his eyes roll back in his head while his mind went blank.
Leisurely sliding all the way up to the swollen, sensitive head of his cock Veronica wrapped her fingers around his spit soaked shaft and started stroking. Slowly at first but she didn't hold back for long, her hand absolutely flying along his dick within a few seconds. All the while her tongue swirled around his tip as she sucked and teased and toyed with the most sensitive part of his dick. And loudly gulped down every gooey spurt of precum her ministrations earned her as she did. Making a little show of swallowing all that spunk Veronica beamed up at her man with a look all at once adoring and utterly lascivious. Her moans slowly filled their bedroom alongside his as little shivers rippled through her half naked body, endlessly running down her spine and making her soft, heaving breasts almost spill out of her bra as the pleasure of so completely dominating her man washed over her.
Of course she didn't stay like that for long. Even if she wanted to keep tormenting her husband Veronica couldn't help but inhale his madly throbbing cock again. Just like he couldn't help grabbing fistfuls of her hair and holding on for dear life as she pressed her lips against the base of his shaft, planting a sloppy red kiss against his skin.
A second later she was letting out a long, sloppy gurgle as she withdrew all over again. His cock emerged from her lips faster than ever as half a dozen red lipstick rings were revealed all over again, though Henry couldn't even appreciate the sight. He was much too busy letting his head fall back against the door with an audible think. Another long, desperate groan erupted from his lips and Veronica matched his ecstasy with a particularly messy slurp. Her tongue emerged from her lips to glide across the rest of his prick as she lurched forward yet again.
She could feel how close her husband was to erupting. Every twitch and throb of his cock against her throat and on her tongue was a flashing neon sign screaming “i'm about to cum!” as surely as his breathlessly smiling face. And she couldn't help but bask in the open mouthed look of pure amazement etched across his handsome features. No matter how many times she sucked his cock dry and completely blew his mind Henry always acted like it was the very first time. Always moaned and shuddered and growled like they were back in highschool again. Hell if she closed her eyes and let her mind run wild she could've pretended that's exactly where they were. Henry certainly wasn't acting like she'd swallowed his dick hundreds, if not thousands of times since then! Which only turned her on all the more. Only made her languish on his cock and lavish his entire prick with attention even more passionately. At leat until they were so rudely interrupted.
A loud, jarring ring shattered the perverted medley they'd been creating, instantly sending Henry into a panic as Veronica pulled herself off his prick with a wet pop, “Oh don't tell me—”
“It's m-m-my boss!”
“Goddammit.”
Making no move to stop what she was doing even if she didn't immediately pick back up where she'd left off Veronica continued to tease and play with Henry's balls as he answered the phone. She even started stroking his cock for good measure, “H-Hello Mrs. Fitzgerald!”
Veronica couldn't hear what Mr. Fitzgerald was saying but she could certainly imagine as she felt Henry's cock wilt just the tiniest bit. Despite all her efforts, “He'd better not be—”
“Of c-course sir! I-I'm on my way to the airport n-now! Of course sir! I-I wouldn't miss an-an opportunity like this! No s-sir! No sir! No sir! Yes sir! Th-Thank you sir! Of course! Ye, of-of course sir! I-I'll make sure of it sir! Absolutely sir! Thank y-you! Good—”
After constantly stopping and starting between every sentence as his boss interrupted him Henry finally interrupted himself. No doubt because his asshole boss hung up him like he always did. Veronica couldn't help but scowl at the thought. Almost as much as she scowled when Henry looked down at her with an apologetic smile. “Don't you dare.” She warned.
“I really have to go.” He muttered, unable to actually look her in the eye. “I can't miss this flight, Mr. Fitzgerald will—”
“He'll have a hard time killing you if I do it first!” Veronica replied.
“I'm really sorry sweetheart... I can't afford to miss this trip after all... I thought Jenkins and Harolds could maybe cover for me but Mr. Fitzgerald just said they couldn't make it... which means I'm the only one left to go to the conference if—”
Finally letting go of his cock with a frustrated huff Veronica straightened and wiped the spittle from her lips. She turned away from her husband and sauntered across the room to delicately pluck a tissue from the box beside their bed, making a little show of swaying her hips and bending over as seductively as possible. Just to torment her man with what he'd be missing. And to punish him. Even if it wasn't entirely his fault/ When she turned around he was watching her with a comical look of disappointment and arousal. His cock was still twitching like crazy even as it continued to wilt and all the tension had returned to his posture as he slowly straightened. But much to her chagrin he didn't push himself off the door and jump on her like some wild, uncontrollable beast.
Instead he sheepishly tucked his cock back into his pants and said, “I'm sorry sweetheart... maybe when I get back we can—”
An all too familiar smile lit up his face, her eyes sparkling with the same lascivious desires that'd nearly persuaded him to miss his flight entirely. Henry couldn't help but fall silent as soon as he saw that look and imagined the wicked thoughts bouncing around in her head, “Oh we'll definitely have fun when you get back.” She whispered in a quiet, sultry tone.
She sauntered towards her husband with an almost predatory grin spread across her face and despite his concern Henry still felt a pang of excitement. Especially as she pressed herself against him, squishing her enormous breasts against his chest and smiling up at him as he said, “W-We will?”
“Oh yes...” She purred. Sliding her arms around his waist and teasingly licked her lips Veronica giddily added, “Because you're not gonna have a single wank while you're away...”
“W-What?”
“For the entire week you're gone.”
“You don't want me to—”
“Not once. That's your punishment for leaving me alone.” She giggled. “And the fun we'll have after you get back will be our reward...”
In the heat of the moment, with his wife's unimaginably soft body pressed against him, Henry couldn't imagine not masturbating. He'd already planned on jerking off as soon as his plane landed and he reached his hotel room. The thought of going an entire week after they were interrupted sounded like torture. But the thought of all the fun they'd have after that week sounded even better. And the gleam in Veronica's eyes as she smiled at him promised something even better than he was thinking. Which was almost enough to make him agree before he could even think about what was happening. Instead he managed to hold out for a few seconds longer.
Almost long enough to actually say something. Until she lightly kissed his neck just above his collarbone and added, “It'll be so much fun darling...”
Veronica was the only woman Henry had ever met who could make a plea sound like a command without losing the allure of either. And as soon as he heard those words he gave in. It wasn't even a question. By the time she'd pulled away to grin up at him he was nodding and sucking in ragged little breaths as he tried to steady himself. Not to mention worried about how much time they were still wasting standing there.
“Okay... I'll try—”
“Not try. You'll do it. You won't masturbate once the entire time your gone. And you'll bring all that pent up energy back home to me.”
There was no suggestion in her words and no room for argument. But Henry couldn't possibly complain. He just nodded again and shyly whispered, “Okay... I won't masturbate for the entire trip...”
“Good...” Leaning in for a moment like she was about to kiss him Veronica let out a laugh and pulled back instead. Turning away from her husband entirely she walked off towards the bathroom, disappearing down the little hallway leading there and calling out, “You'd better get going darling, you don't want to miss your flight!”
“Yeah...” Henry remarked, shaking his head and smiling to himself, “Wouldn't want to miss that. I love you!” He called out.
“I love you too!”
Though it might've been her idea, and she certainly enjoyed the thought of Henry coming home too horny to think straight, Veronica still couldn't help but make it worse for her husband. She have him an entire day of peace before she started her teasing but there was no chance he appreciated that little grace period. Especially when she started off her first picture with a nice little nude selfie in the bathroom mirror right after her a work out. With sweat still glistening across her tanned skin and her hair tied back in the ponytail he loved so much.
And of course she mercilessly added a text afterwards that read, “Miss you babe!”
“You're not gonna make this easy on me are you?”
All but sensing the resignation in her husband's words as surely as she could imagine his heartbeat speeding up and his cock throbbing in his slacks Veronica sent another picture. This time of her with her back to the mirror and one hand lightly groping her round, freshly toned ass cheek. Spreading it just far enough to give him a teasing glimpse of her tight little asshole.
“Of course not!”
“How did I fall in love with such a cruel woman?”
Turning back towards the mirror Veronica bent over and pressed her tits together, squeezing them between her forearms and half hiding her face behind her phone as she took another picture. But she made sure Henry could see her almost gloating smile as surely as he could see her plump pink nipples already stiff and just begging for attention. Though she'd made sure to perk them up a little bit more when she took the first picture. Just as she made sure her breasts looked absolutely massive spilling out across the counter.
“You love every second of this and you know it!”
There was a long, unexpected pause as she waited for him to respond. But just as Veronica was about to send another message and another picture Henry replied, “Yes I do.”
With an excited little giggle, and no thought at all to where her husband might be or what he might be doing, Veronica lifted her leg and rested her foot on the edge of the counter. But rather than taking another picture in the mirror she brought her phone down for a nice little closeup of her pussy. One that showed off her asshole too. And showed off the little beads of arousal already clinging to her plump lips as she worked herself up getting him all worked up. She still hadn't decided if she would adhere to the same restrictions she'd put on Henry but that was looking less and less likely as she took the picture and a little shudder coursed through her body. Maybe she'd record herself enjoying her alone time and send it to Henry in an added bit of punishment? It certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd done something like that!
“Good boy, here's a little treat!” She typed, giggling to herself as she sent the message and picture at the same time.
“Come on Veronica, you're really not playing fair now!”
“Who said I was going to play fair?”
“Goddammit.”
Despite how dramatic that single word sounded Veronica knew Henry was enjoying himself. Although in a small, uncharacteristic act of mercy she decided to give him a break. At least while she had a bath and relaxed after her workout. She still snapped a few pictures of herself while she lounged in the tub but she didn't sent them right away. Instead she waited until after she was clean and dried off and finally able to enjoy his torment properly.
“Goddammit Veronica!”
While some days were worse than others Veronica always made a point to tease and torment her husband at least a couple times throughout the week. Even if she was properly busy with errands and other matters she always found a way to snap a quick shot of her breasts, ass, and even her pussy if she was feeling particularly saucy. And she made sure to keep her man good and worked up between all the naughty pictures she was sending his way. Partly because it was fun but mostly to get him so riled up and out of control horny he fucked her like a wild animal when he came back. It was a selfish motivation to be sure but Veronica didn't care. Nor did she hide that fact as she texted him picture after picture day after day.
Only for fate or reality or simple bad luck to rear it's ugly head the day before Henry was supposed to come back, “What do you mean you have to extend your trip?!” Veronica exclaimed, slamming the bag of groceries in her hand down on the kitchen table, “What happened?”
“I don't think Mom's making dinner tonight.” Jack whispered, glancing back at Sarah as the two of them stepped into the house with the rest of the groceries.
“Yeah probably not.” Sarah agreed, “Are those pizza coupons still good?”
“I think so? You wanna order in?”
Both of them looked at their mother as she leaned over the sink with a murderous glint in her eyes, staring fixedly out at the backyard, “Let's eat at the pizzeria.”
“Explain to me again why your stupid boss can't fly down and seal the deal himself?” Veronica said through clenched teeth, “He's the one who brokered the damn thing in the first place! Aren't they supposed to be his clients? He was very clear about that when he denied you the bonus you should've received for signing them on the first time!”
“I know.” Henry replied. She could practically hear him rubbing his temples before pinching the bridge of his nose, “But he needs me to make sure they don't walk. And they're not willing to fly out to meet him in Cherry Springs so I've got to stay and make sure everything goes smoothly.”
“That still doesn't explain why he can't do it himself.”
“Because they're already shopping around for other offers. It'd take too long for Mr. Fitzgerald to get here and smooth things over himself. By the time he showed up they could already be signing a different contract.”
Entirely ignoring her children as they brought in the last of the groceries before quietly slinking away to do whatever else they were doing Veronica took a deep breath. Then she asked the question she really, really didn't want an answer to. “How much longer will you have to stay?” with an unspoken “And it better not be long!” added after.
“It shouldn't be more than a couple days.” Henry sounded both hopeful and apprehensive and Veronica couldn't help but think about how he'd had that same tone when first asking her out, “I already persuaded them to work with us once. I'm pretty sure I can do it again.”
“I'm sure you can.” Veronica stated.”And when you do you'd better make damn sure Mr. Fitzgerald give you a big fat bonus for it!”
“I will... and I'm sorry honey. I know how much you were looking forward to me coming home tomorrow.”
“I'll live. Assuming you don't keep me waiting too long.”
“I'll do my best.” Henry laughed. After a moment or two, just long enough for Veronica to crack a smile as she listened to him smiling on the other end he added, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She hung up the phone and turned away from the kitchen sink just in time to spot her children descending the stairs and walking into the foyer. Sarah was holding her copy of the car keys while Jack had what looked like a page of coupons. And both of them froze as soon as they spotted her, like a couple of deer in the headlights.
Veronica held their gaze for a few seconds before turning away and walking off to pour herself a glass of wine, “Bring me back personal veggie deluxe!”
Jack and Sarah exchanged looks for a moment before Sarah called back, “You got it Mom!”
Nine exceedingly frustrating days later Henry still wasn't home. He still didn't have a coherent time frame for when he'd be back. Or even the faintest idea when his shithead boss would let him come back home. He just had vague excuses and platitudes and no end of justifications on his boss' behalf. Like he wasn't actively, and purposefully, making things ten times worse.
“It should only be a few more days. I'm talking with the same woman I spoke to last time. She's definitely gonna put in a good word for me.”
“Okay it turns out that woman got another job at a different company. One of the ones trying to poach them away from us in fact. But I know Mr. Fitzgerald has a plan. He's definitely pulling out the big guns now. I should have some backup pretty soon.”
“Turns out Mr. Fitzgerald can't make it. He's got too many fires to put out at home. But I do have a meeting with the replacement liaison in a couple of days.”
“I'm making great progress Veronica! I've got a meeting set up with the CFO next week. If I can impress him he should introduce me to the CEO soon enough. And once she's on board I'll definitely have the contract locked down. I'll be home as soon as everything's signed and we know for sure there's no way for them to slip out of the agreement.”
“Okay, so don't be mad... but it turns out the CEO is on vacation right now. She'll be back week after next though! And the CFO really likes me! I've been fielding meetings with all the higher ups at the company and I think everyone's on board!
“I promise honey it'll only be a couple more days. Everything's so close to being done! Mr. Fitzgerald was even on the last conference call we had.”
“Just a couple more days sweetheart, our lawyers are getting the paper work drafted right now!”
“There was a small hiccup in the documents but we're getting it fixed right away! It shouldn't be more than a few days before I can leave. And I even talked to Mr. Fitzgerald about that promotion! He was definitely receptive to the idea!”
And to make matters worse Veronica couldn't even be angry at her husband. Much as she might want to blame him she knew how important that particular client was. Despite her best efforts to know as little about his work as humanly possible she'd been to enough company picnics and listened to enough office stories to get an idea of the stakes. It didn't make things any less frustrating of course but at the very least she could direct all of her constant, seething frustration towards Henry's boss instead. And if thoughts alone could kill Mr. Fitzgerals would've exploded with the force of a nuclear bomb around three weeks after Henry had left. By the time they were approaching a month of him being gone Veronica was about ready to go down to Henry's job and throttle his boss personally. After she throttled her children first.
“Mommy, when's Daddy coming home?”
“Sarah I swear to God I will beat you with my shoe if you make that joke one more time!”
In spite of her threat Sarah and Jack shared a laugh as they watched T.V. while Veronica poured herself a fresh glass of wine. Logically she knew keeping Henry at home when he was about to leave almost certainly would've lost him his job. But at the same time going nearly a month with the sex she was promised, and had been looking forward to, made it seem like a worthwhile trade. Particularly when it seemed like he might finally be coming back for real. Those last few days before he really did return were the most tortuous yet.
“I've book my flight Veronica, I'll be home in two days. I even made sure to get the red eye! And I used the company credit card too! Two days honey, two days!”
“If you're not back in two days I'm going to kill your boss and bury him under my roses.”
“If I'm not back in two days I'll help you carry the body.”
Two days had never felt so long in her entire life. Not even when she was a rebellious teenager stuck at home grounded while all her friends were out having fun. At least when that happened she'd managed to sneak Henry into her room for a little fun. Without the distraction of a good hard fuck Veronica could only count the minutes and while away the hours. Especially on the first day when she knew there was no way in hell her husband was gonna show up. On the second though...
“Why do we have to leave right now?!” Sarah protested, squirming and chafing beneath her mother's grasp as Veronica just about dragged them out the door, “Dad's not gonna be home for hours! You saw the flight tracker!”
“Yeah what if nobody wants to hang out!” Jack exclaimed, similarly strugging against his mother's iron clad hold on his arm.
“Then you should've thought of that when I first told you about your father coming home.” She replied, “Both of you had more than enough time to get your affairs in order and make plans. It's not my fault you couldn't manage it. And it's certainly not my fault neither of you have anything better to do on a Saturday night than bum around the house interrupting the evening I planned with your father!”
All but pushing her kids through the garage door Veronica stood in the doorway and smiled at them both with a look all at once sweet and venomous while Sarah asked, “Can we at least have some money if you're gonna kiss out all day?”
“No.” She shut the door behind her and loudly slid the deadbolt into place. Only to immediately unlock it and reappear to say, “And don't even think about trying to use Teddy to get back in here! I've already told him why I've kicked you both out for the rest of the day and he's completely on board with the entire plan. So you'd best find a way to occupy yourselves! In fact, it's best if you both find somewhere else to sleep tonight!”
“WHAT?!”
“I'm sure some of your friends can house you for a single night.” She gave them a look like she was just waiting for them to challenge her. When neither of her children spoke up her cheerful yet dangerous smile returned and Veronica said, “Have fun my darlings!”
The door slammed shut with an echoing thud and the deadbolt slid into place with a finality neither Sarah nor Jack could argue with. They just stared at the door, then each other for a few seconds before finally giving in, “Where do you wanna be dropped off?” Sarah asked.
“Why do you get the car?” Jack replied.
“Because I've got the spare keys!” His sister replied, obnoxiously jangling them in her brother's face for emphasis.
Jack snatched them out of her hand, painfully wrenching her finger as he did, and sprinted towards the car, “Yeah well now I've got them! Where do YOU want to be dropped off?”
“Ow! That hurt you little jerk! Gimme those keys back!”
“No way! You're not getting the car!”
“You're not getting it either!”
“Yeah well—”
“WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU'LL BOTH GET IF YOU DON'T LEAVE RIGHT THIS INSTANT?!” Veronica shouted, her voice carrying through the door and into the garage with a terrifying boom.
Entirely and rightfully terrified Jack and Sarah immediately climbed into the car, pulling out of the driveway as fast as they could without another. Neither of them said anything until they were down the street and well outside the range of their mother's ire. Although even then they still spoke like she was breathing down their necks.
“Drop me off at Gwen's...” Sarah murmured.
“Yeah... I'll be at Bobby's...” Jack softly replied.
Practically skipping around the house as soon as she heard her children leave Veronica hurried around setting everything up. She may not have agreed to the same sort of rules she'd imposed on Henry but for the sake of fun she'd elected to not satisfy herself either while he was away. A 'promise' she had little trouble sticking to. Especially compared to her husband and his near feral tendencies. Inf act she honestly didn't even expect him to have stayed true to that arrangement. He certainly didn't sound beside himself with desire every time they spoke.
But even if he had broken her rules she was too horny to care. Just lighting all the candles she liked to have on whenever they had a night alone together was enough to send her mind wandering down every perverted avenue she could think of. And scurrying through the house sprinkling rose petals everywhere as she turned off all the lights and closed all the curtains only amplified her excitement even more. Enough to leave her practically giddy.
Of course nothing could quite match the thrill of slipping out of her sweater dress and her fashionable yet decidedly boring underwear. For a moment or two she thought about just waiting for her man completely naked but as soon as she looked at all the gorgeous lingerie in her closet Veronica just had to slip into something nice. Something that showed off every inch of her soft, curvaceous body like she really was naked while simultaneously accentuating everything even more. From her perfect, round breasts to breathtaking bubble butt every part of her was hugged and cradled and showed off by the straps and lace of her dark red lingerie. Even her freshly trimmed, shamefully wet pussy was completely visible as a couple of cords pressed her plump lips together just a little bit more than her plump thighs would normally.
Only when there was nothing left to set up and nothing left to fret over did Veronica finally retire to her bedroom to put on some soft, lovely music and wait. Or rather to obsessively track her husband's flight a hundred times an hour and then, when he'd finally landed, count the minutes until he was finally home. She knew exactly how long it should take even with traffic and knew Henry wasn't gonna drive like an old lady this time around. Not with his eager wife waiting for him to come home and make up for an entire month's worth of sex. Of course she tried to text him a few times throughout the hour long drive home, resisting the urge to send him more naughty pictures as she did, but Henry didn't respond even once. Something Veronica chose to believe was a good sign. That he was just focused on returning as quickly as possible and being safe while he did it. She definitely couldn't blame him for that and all things considered it was absolutely the smart thing to do. Even if she kept texting him over and over again as time wore on and she knew he was getting closer to—
The sound of the garage door rumbling open sent a bolt of adrenaline lancing through her body as surely as a jolt of pleasure. Veronica lurched upright with an excited squeal and whispered, “Finally!”
With an ear to ear smile lighting up her face Veronica stretched out across the bed in the sexiest pose she could think of. Only to immediately think of something even better and shift into that. Then immediately think of another and change her position again. All the while listening to the sound of a car door slamming shut and the door to the garage creaking open. She'd completely forgotten to grease the hinges after they started squeaking but she'd never been happier about her laziness. Knowing where her husband was nearly every step of the way only made her shiver that much harder, even before the gentl thud of his heavy footsteps on the stairs reached her ears.
Practically counting his steps as she moved into one last position Veronica laid out across the bed with her back arched and her ass pushed nice and high into the air. Resting her chin on her fold arms she couldn't help but imagine how her husband would react upon seeing her. How horny he'd get and how wild their sex would be after such an unforgivably long time apart. She couldn't possibly have predicted what actually happened.
The door swung open after an eternity of listening to her man walk a few feet down the hall from the stairs and the moment it did Veronica softly whispered, “Welcome back handsome...”
“I can't believe my stupid mom kicked me out of the house!” Sarah complained, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the basketball game Gwen had put on.
“Really?” Her friend asked, her eyes glued to the screen as she snacked on carrots and freeze dried peas and a variety of other healthy snacks Sarah wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole, “Don't they kick you guys out like this all the time?”
“Yeah for like anniversaries and birthdays and stuff! Not because they haven't seen each other for a month!”
“So if it was an anniversary you'd be cool with it?”
“No! But at least that'd make sense! I could understand wanting some time alone if they're gonna do a whole big thing! Plus an anniversary or birthday only happens once a year! My dad goes on business trips all the freakin time! And no it doesn't matter that he was gone super long this time!”
Gwen looked back at her friend with a smirk and loudly chomped down on another carrot, “At least your mom let you guys take the car this time.”
“Pfft!” Sarah scoffed and folded her arms even tighter, glowering at the T.V. without really seeing anything that was happening, “There's gotta be some sort of law against throwing your kids out just so you can have sex! And it's not like they even hide when they're having sex while we're home! They're the reason I asked for noise canceling headphones last Christmas!”
“Maybe they don't want you guys hearing all the extra kinky stuff they're gonna do!”
“Yeah like that's ever stopped them before! Like two months ago they were—”
“I don't need the details.”
“But you've already heard me complain about this! Remember that one day I was totally exhausted because I couldn't get any sleep and—”
“All right then I don't need a reminder!” Gwen laughed, “You call Stacy and tell her all about it again, I'm sure she'd love to hear what a 'stud' your dad is.”
Sarah couldn't help but laugh too, ever so slightly less annoyed as she thought about how Stacy would react to the whole thing. And what she'd probably suggest if Sarah had shown up at her house instead of Gwen's. “The point is it all sucks. I was gonna play Overwatch and catch up The Witcher and—”
“Yeah it's a real shame you couldn't stay home and do all that while your parents fucked right down the hall.” Gwen teased, “You really missed out on an incredible night!”
“Shut up!” Sarah exclaimed, half laughing and half scoffing.
Not responding until a commercial break arrived Gwen finally sat up and faced her friend, both sympathetic and unabashedly amused, “How about we call Aurora and do something fun together? I think Stacy might even be free.”
“That sounds like fun.” Sarah grudgingly agreed. “I'll call Aurora, you text Stacy.”
“Awesome!”
Veronica nearly puked as her husband's fat, madly throbbing cock slammed into her throat. Without so much as a word of warning, without so much as a word, he'd buried every last inch of his prick inside her mouth as brutally as humanly possible. One moment he'd been standing over her with an almost thousand yard stare, the next he had both hands on her head and his enormous prick balls deep inside her gullet. She didn't even have a chance to ask him what was wrong before she was choking on his somehow even fatter shaft.
To say nothing of how hard she choked and retched and heaved with every ferocious twitch of his length against her inner walls. Feverishly triggering her not so dormant gag reflex his prick absolutely raged inside her. She could practically feel the veins running down his length as it pulsed and swelled so desperately in the depths of her throat. And in the split second she'd had to actually look at her husband's length it'd looked downright painfully engorged. Like he really hadn't masturbated for an entire month. But as massive as it'd looked it felt even bigger distending her neck and choking her half to death with every passing second. Just the head of his cock alone seemed unimaginably big as it pumped gooey spurts of precum into her stomach. The rest of his shaft was so massive her lips were stretched taut around his girth and her tongue barely had room to move inside her mouth!
And all that was just after the first unrelenting stroke. In the split second after he'd violated her mouth but before he started fucking her face like she was some cheap whore. Somehow lasting forever and ending in the blink of an eye Henry's dick lurched out of her throat every bit as ferociously as it'd slammed into her.
A long, wet gurgle spilled from her trembling lips alongside a shower of spittle and stomach bile. Only to be punctuated with an even more violent retch as his swollen tip emerged into her mouth from the back of her throat. An unbelievably viscous mixture of spit and precum sputtered out of her mouth before he'd even finished pulling out and another sprayed from her trembling lips the moment her man buried his cock back inside her face with all the same unrelenting brutality as before. And she was completely powerless to do anything.
Her entire body shook from the force of his thrust and without his hands holding on so tightly to her hair her head would've snapped backwards too! Nearly ripping out fistfuls of her hair as he held on so tight it actually made her wince Henry didn't let go for anything. It didn't seem like he could let go of her even if she'd wanted him to. And he wasn't even looking at Veronica as his hips bounced backwards in another feverish burst of pure lust. As along, animalistic groan tumbled from his lips he'd thrown his head back to stare up at the ceiling, hammering away at his wife's increasingly sloppy mouth with the kind of fury she so rarely felt from him. And exactly the kind of fury she always wanted from her husband. Even if her lungs were already screaming for air as her body squirmed and writhed and shook in fits of uncontrollable convulsions.
Grabbing his thighs as much as clawing at them Veronica was torn between the ecstasy of his beautifully hard cock jackhammering away at her face and the increasingly desperate need for even the slightest bit of air. Henry gave her no chance to catch her breath as he pounded away at her throat like some wild beast in the throes of mating season. Every stroke sent a fresh surge of spit and bile and precum flooding her mouth and every stroke churned up that gooey mess all the more. No matter how much seeped out of her lips, how much was sent sputtering or exploding from her lips as she retched and gagged, there was always more. Always more coating her mouth and coating the walls of her throat in such a viscous mixture it almost felt like she was drowning. Only for the massive prick so ferociously violating her throat to clear a path as surely as it clogged up and stuffed up her slender little hole. It was a constant, maddening ebb and flow entirely beyond her control and the longer it lasted the more feral Veronica grew. Even if she couldn't possibly hope to match the wild animal absolutely abusing her face in a nonstop frenzy of pent up desires.
Every inch of her chin was splattered in gooey strands of precum mixed spittle as countless more strands connected Henry's sack to her trembling skin. Yet no matter how hard his balls slapped against her, how loudly they smacked into her face with every stroke, those creamy ropes persisted. And continued to grow thicker while Veronica nearly throw up every couple of seconds.
How she hadn't already emptied her stomach all over her husband's cock was a mystery she couldn't begin to answer. But then again she couldn't form so much as a single coherent thought with the corners of her vision going dark and her mind completely lost to the maddening ferocity of Henry's lust. It was a miracle she was even still conscious as the seconds turned to minutes and her already spasmodic quivering grew even more frantic. As tears streamed down her cheeks and her once immaculate makeup was ruined while her choking sputters and frantic gurgles turned ever more guttural. Of course no matter how vocal she was, intentionally or otherwise, it paled in comparison to the sounds Henry made. From the groans exploding out of his throat the feverish slap of his balls against her chin anything and everything he did completely drowned her out. She was almost an afterthought amidst her husband's frenzy. A convenient tool to help him get off.
And she absolutely loved it. Even when her nails were digging into his skin as she clawed at his legs like the cornered animal she'd become Veronica was wracked with pleasure. Warmth gushed from wholly untouched pussy to soak her thighs and drench the bed beneath her as she ws utterly manhandled by the man she loved. Nothing short of abused and mistreated as he continued to pound away for literal minutes on end. With only the tiniest scraps of air sucked in between his most ferocious thrusts to keep her conscious and keep her alive. But best of all was how truly endless his barrage felt, how utterly limitless his perversity seemed to be.
While it absolutely couldn't have been more than a few minutes since he started fucking her to Veronica it felt like an eternity. Like hours were passing outside and calendar pages were falling away. Henry was so completely relentless in his assault and so wonderfully consistent in how he jackhammered her mouth time seemed to lose all meaning. Every stroke built on the last yet felt identical to the first in the most hypnotic ways imaginable. All the while she retched and heaved and shuddered in fits of uncontrollable mania, an ever widening pool of slop smeared across the bed and floor beneath her as she continued to drool and heave and nearly puke throughout his efforts.
Then it all came crashing down in the most stunningly perfect way imaginable. After what truly seemed like an eternity of choking on her husband's cock and nearly puking her guts out with every stroke Veronica was put to one last test. Given one last chance to completely lost control as Henry slammed his prick inside her with one final, brutal stroke. She heard him groan a split second after she felt his prick swell and a bolt of adrenaline lanced through her body. She looked up at him for all of a heartbeat as his balls tightened only for her eyes to roll back in her head as the first jet of cum exploded into her stomach.
Thicker than anything she'd enjoyed from him in ages it erupted into her body so hard and so fast she was left completely stunned. She could all but feel it hitting the depths of her stomach as he pumped that first, enormous load into her. And that was only the beginning. The first of so many it was impossible to keep track. And impossible to react with anything other than a desperate whimpering gurgle as her husband pumped her full of jizz.
Utterly flooding her belly with cum Henry unleashed a month's worth of angst and pent up desires into Veronica's body. And he held her against his cock, held his cock balls deep inside her mouth, throughout every second of his ecstasy. No matter how hard she shook or how sloppily she sputtered around his dick he never moved so much as a centimeter. Nor did he let her move either. She could have thrashed and spasmed like a complete maniac and still he would've kept her mouth wrapped snugly around his dick. For more than thirty uninterrupted seconds he continued to pin her against his length as she completely drenched herself in spittle and precum. Every twitch of his cock sent one more fountain of gooey slime bursting from her throat and splattering across her face. And the longer he emptied his balls into her stomach the harder Veronica reacted. The harder her gag reflex reacted to the absolute monstrosity that was her husband's dick raging so hard inside her throat.
There was no relief until Henry had well and truly finished with her. Nothing she did and nothing she could possibly do would've changed that. As long as her husband had cum left to pump into her amazingly full stomach he wasn't letting go. Even in the delirious state she'd been reduced to Veronica could understand that much. Though it didn't start her heart from pounding and her body from writhing in utter desperation, adrenaline flooding her senses as she nearly suffocated on his prick. And in the state Henry was in she wasn't even sure he'd relent in time to stop her from passing out before he'd finished using her like a toy. Though a part of her found that somehow even hotter despite how much her body tried to fight against it.
Thankfully her husband did relent before she could lost consciousness. Just as her vision was starting to really fade and black spots were dancing across her eyes as she stared up at him. He wrenched his cock out of her mouth just as brutally as he'd slammed into her and Veronica took her first real breath in minutes. Although she could hardly stop at just gasping for air while creamy strands of jizz and spittle drooled from her trembling lips.
Hanging over the edge of the bed with both arms dangling uselessly just above the floor Veronica tried to lift her head to look at Henry. To say something or even just move in any deliberate way beyond even more shuddering. Only for an obscenely loud, disgustingly wet belch to erupt from her lips and nearly send all the cum her husband had pumped into her stomach exploding out of her throat. Just barely clapping a hand over her mouth in time Veronica rolled right off the bed in a clumsy, thoughtless attempt to roll onto her back, kicking over her bedside table with an echoing crash. And tumbling onto the floor in a sweat soaked heap.
Still desperately covering her mouth as another cum laden belch welled up from the depths of her belly, and even more cum bubbled up into her mouth, Veronica tried to stand up. She pulled at the chair in front of her vanity and let out a noise caught between a wheeze and a gurgle. But in the time it took to get just her knees under her Henry had already returned. She didn't know what he'd been doing and she'd honestly forgotten all about him in her frantic attempts to stand up.
Suddenly she was on her feet as her husband lifted her with ease, both hands wrapped tight around her waist while she could only moan, “Oh God... Henry... I think... I think I'm about to vomit!”
Belching and gurgling between every word as cum drooled out of the corners of her mouth to cascade down her chin and onto her tits she started to walk past her husband. To hurry towards the bathroom to puke in relative peace. She didn't make it more than two steps before Henry swept her off her feet, lifting her into the air and sliding his arms underneath her legs. Faster than she could possibly understand Veronica's knees were flat against her chest as Henry's fingers interlocked on the back of her neck/ Another, sloppy belch was all but forced out of her throat as she was bent over like a toy while her husband's slop covered prick glided between her ass cheeks. She felt his tip brush against her asshole at the same moment a gurgling breath escaped her lips but there was no time to do anything else. Certainly no time to try and say anything to Henry before he resumed his frenzy. She just let out a quiet whimper before his dick plunged into her ass and any hope she had of holding back the flood trying to escape her belly vanished entirely.
The first stroke of his cock stole her breath away and sent her eyes rolling back in her head all over again. Ecstasy, and the tiniest ripple of pain, flashed through her body as her tight little ring was stretched open by his massive prick. A desperate little wheeze tumbled from her lips as the pressure in her stomach grew even more unbearable. His cock wasn't anywhere near her belly but somehow that first thrust felt like he'd slammed so deep into her guts he was gonna force the cum out of her mouth all by himself. And that feeling didn't go away as he pulled out again. Veronica didn't feel any sort of relief when Henry's dick slid free and her tight little asshole distended around him.
Maybe because she knew what was coming next. Maybe because nothing would stop her from puking regardless. And maybe because there wasn't any time to think. Whatever the reason his madly twitching cock disappeared into her ass even harder than before. And her husband didn't waste any time pulling out or slamming back inside her again. He didn't hesitate to immediately pound away at her ass like some human jackhammer.
The wet slap of his balls against her pussy combined with the meaty smack of his body colliding with her ass entirely drowned out every sound Veronica made. Every retch and gurgle and unsightly belch was entirely lost amidst her husband's frenzy. But she still felt it all as much as she felt that oh so familiar tightening in her chest. A contracting of all her muscles as saliva rushed into her mouth and tears welled up in her eyes. All the while she was assailed with an overwhelming flood of ecstasy as Henry's dick just about split her in half. As his balls smacked against her tender pussy, even hitting her clit in random, indescribable jolts of pleasure. What ittle wits she'd kept after the wild facefucking Henry had given her disappeared entirely after a few seconds of that truly unrelenting barrage of ecstasy and the longer it lasted the faster her head spun. To say nothing of how hard she heaved and shook amidst the unending build up to her inevitable eruption. Henry didn't seem to care in the slightest how much she was shaking or how hard she was writhing against him. Nor did he care when she finally lost whatever passed for control barely twenty seconds after he'd started.
One last guttural moan burst from her trembling lips as Veronica completely succumbed to her latent gag reflex. But that gurgling heave quickly turned into a watery retch as a fountain of cum spewed from her throat. Mixed with everything she'd eaten and all the water she drank it was nothing short of a geyser of sick streaming from her throat and spraying everywhere around her. All over her tits and stomach as Henry kept her head pushed straight down while he hammered away and all over Henry as his ferocious rhythm continued entirely unabated. He didn't care that she was puking all over his sack while he turned her ass inside out. He didn't even seem to notice. He just bounced her wildly up and down his prick as his hips moved in that same earth shattering barrage.
And when the first torrent of cum filled puke finished another exploded from her throat before Veronica do much more than whimper. While her mind was still reeling from the shock and her body still shuddering from the exertion another fountain of puke spewed across her body, soiling her lingerie and cutting her off from what little air she'd managed to suck in before puking all over again.
Over and over and over again Veronica puked, Henry's cock all but forcing it out of her as the intense, overwhelming pressure of his cock slamming into her asshole pushed her over the edge. Almost as much as when he'd skullfucked her like he was trying to suffocate her with his dick! She couldn't even imagine what would've happened if he'd kept at that! But then again she couldn't imagine much of anything when it felt like she was puking up everything she'd ever eaten in her life. All of it laced with streams of her husband's cum.
There was so much of it the bittersweet taste never left her tongue even as stomach bile and God only knew what else burst from her throat. Her breasts and stomach were absolutely painted in the lurid mess and not even her legs could excape the sheer flood bursting from her throat. Henry's legs were every bit as coated as her own and the carpet beneath them was all but completely ruined long before she was anywhere close to done. But none of that mattered. Veronica barely even felt the gooey slop coating her skin and staining her lingerie and she certainly couldn't think about the carpet being ruined while she was nearly passing out with every convulsion. She was entirely lost in the constant cycle of puking her brains out and gasping for breath before another upheaval.
A cycle made infinitely more insane by Henry's relentless pounding of her tight little asshole. His nonstop barrage of mindless fury. Ruining her poor little ass almost as much as Veronica ruined their carpet he didn't stop or slow down for even a second. Just like his earlier frenzy. Only now she had the distinct pleasure of feeling her own cum drenched vomit sliding back into her asshole as she piked up the liube her husband was using to split her in half. Even in the state she'd been reduced to that utter depravity wasn't lost on Veronica. Nor did it fail to make her shudder and squirm with an almost visceral delight. Like some deep, dark part of her was being reawakened. And as the once voluminous fountains of puke spraying from her throat diminished Veronica was given more and more time to appreciate just how utterly mad it all was. The true depths and scope of her husband's debauchery and how completely she adored every second of it. Every sloppy thrust and messy slap of goo covered flesh colliding hard enough to wrack her body and mind.
Luckily for Veronica it was a pleasure she got to enjoy for minutes upon minutes as Henry pounded away without mercy or restraint. Sometimes he faltered and sometimes he slowed down just a bit during his madcap frenzy but never for long. Never long enough to let Veronica catch her breath nor regain her wits. She just continued to pant and wheeze and shake against him. Long after she'd finished puking she was still left utterly breathless by the pressure of his cock hammering away at her ass there was no hope of respite. Just a seemingly unending barrage of abject madness and toe curling pleasure as she slowly drifted closer and closer to her own ecstasy. Though it was hard to truly tell when she was so adrift in pleasure and unaware of anything else.
She might not have completely succumbed to her pleasure like her husband already had but Veronica was so adrift in a sea of ecstasy it almost didn't seem to matter. She could feel the waves cresting higher and higher as her man continued to ruin her ass and treat her like a piece of meat. But even that was often lost amidst the jolts of pure bliss when his balls slapped against her clit. Or the toe curling bursts of delight when Henry slammed her down onto his dick at the same moment he thrusted upwards into her sloppily quivering ass. And the constant anticipation of that happening again left her all but foaming at the mouth as she eagerly waited for more.
Veronica couldn't remember her own name, where she was, or that she had children but she could look forward to the next time her husband used her like a cheap sex toy. The next time he treated her no better than a back alley whore. Even with her mind totally blank and her body entirely consumed by a flood of pleasure she continued to ache and crave those moments. For minutes upon minutes without any awareness of anything else around her.
Not even the way Henry's cock swelled and his balls tightened could break the daze that'd completely suffused her mind and overtaken her body. Veronica might've enjoyed the feeling and basked in the ecstasy it gave but she didn't truly notice anything amiss. All the precum pumping into her guts as Henry's muscles tightened and his pace grew even more frantic was simply one more facet of the never ending pleasure that was her life. And without any hope of understanding what it could mean she was left completely stunned when her husband slammed her down onto his cock for what would be the final time. She couldn't believe it was ending any more than she could believe she hadn't cum from his abject ferocity. Though a fresh torrent of spunk pumping into her recently emptied belly certainly helped push her nice and close to the edge.
Unleashing another truly breathtaking surge of jizz into the deepest reaches of her asshole Henry kept Veronica impaled on his cock for the length of his ecstasy. Through every pulse of his cock and groan to erupt from his lips she was left utterly enveloped by the pleasure of his orgasm. Her inner walls were coated in jizz and the breathtaking heat of his seed absolutely flooded her mind. As surely as it rippled outward to the very tips of her fingers and toes. And all while she was left to pant and whimper in fits of needy desire, grunting like a feral beast and grinding against his cock in a desperate bid to cum at the same time as her man.
Yet no matter how feverishly she tried Veronica wasn't quite close enough. And Henry's orgasm didn't last quite long enough. Even as cum sputtered out of her wildly quivering asshole while his cock slid free she kept trying to reach her limit too. Even as she felt her asshole gape and wink around nothing as his dick popped free, her red inner walls nearly distending after the unimaginable fucking she'd just received. Veronica just couldn't cum too.
And then her husband laid her out across her vanity, knocking over everything on top of it as he growled, “Your turn!”
His hand wrapped around her throat before she'd even processed what he'd said. And by the time she understood those two simple words the best she could do was a strangled little groan. Wrapping her own hands around Henry's forearm as she stared dimly up at him Veronica didn't have the slightest clue what he was doing. Or where she was. Or what else her husband could possibly—
Every last question she actually cared about was answered in the most viscerally satisfying way imaginable as Henry buried two fingers knuckle deep inside her pussy. Moving every bit as roughly as he had from the moment he walked in his curled his digits back towards his palm and lifting his hand up with enough force to pull Veronica right off her vanity. And she just about screamed in delight as he did. As his fingers brushed against her g-spot and a fresh surge of pleasure tore through her, utterly washing away any disappointment she might've felt.
One of her hands flew down to her aching pussy a split second after Henry started his wonderfully ferocious ministrations. She might not have been able to see straight or breathe or even function with any kind of sanity but Veronica could still rub her swollen, tender clit. There wasn't much else she could do beyond that even before her husband uncurled his fingers to rub against her tender inner walls and let her fall back down onto her vanity amidst a little shower of ecstasy. Only to immediately and just as roughly do it all over again, ravishing her senses and completely overwhelming her mere moments after she'd been pushed to the edge already. Henry didn't waste a second pushing her right back to the edge and she couldn't have been happier.
Her hand was a blur across her clit while his muscles bulged and strained from the sheer force of every slightest movement. Every inch of her body trembled as she was wracked by his attention and overcome by the ecstasy of his efforts. To say nothing of how lost she was in Henry's intense stare as he growled, “Cum for me! Cum for me you fucking whore!”
Hearing those words and seeing the feral gleam in Henry's eyes as he spoke them might've been the most arousing thing Veronica had ever experienced! Even if he hadn't been choking her so tightly she could hardly breathe she wouldn't have been able to respond to that command. Not with anything more than a frantic, guttural moan as her back arched and her whole body stiffened like she'd just been shocked. Henry's fingers were moving faster and harder than ever in the wake of his growl and Veronica couldn't get enough!
Digging her nails so deep into his skin she practically drew blood she bucked and grinded against his fingers hard and as fast as she could. But no matter how ferocious she was she couldn't possibly match the frenzied strength of his every slightest movement. How he utterly and effortlessly dominated her again and again while effortlessly matching her eager gyrations. Fingering her so hard she barely even touched the vanity she was sprawled across only to slam her down again Henry was like a whole different person. One she almost never got to see and one she always wanted to bring out more, especially when it was such a devastatingly wonderful experience. When it left him gripping her throat so tightly she was almost passing out every few seconds while his fingers ruined her pussy and ravished her g-spot.
The wet, sloshing mess that was her cunt drenched his forearm and almost certainly ruined the polished wooden vanity beneath her. But she didn't care. Just hearing the lewd cacophony he made of her pussy as she felt him stirring her up and breaking her brain send Veronica spiraling down even faster. So much faster than anything she'd felt in a while. As much as she'd hated waiting an entire month it was well worth the frustration when Henry behaved like such a feral beast. Words couldn't describe how much she adored every solitary moment of his onslaught. Her mind was left utterly blank and completely broken before he'd even pushed her over the edge. Hell just hearing him growl those intoxicating words had nearly ruined her and feeling him back them up with all the feral desire he so often kept hidden sent her hurtling towards the edge faster and faster. At some point her mouth fell open in a long, silent squeal and her tongue lolled out of her mouth like the bitch in heat she'd earnestly become. And it nothing had ever felt so natural.
Except for her husband bending down and whispering in her ear, “Cum for me you fucking whore!”
In an instant Veronica was tumbling right over the edge into an earth shaking, body wracking orgasm beyond her wildest dreams. And yet everything she could've wanted and hoped for after waiting an entire month for her man to come back. Warmth erupted from her pussy in a geyser every bit as strong as what she'd unleashed when puking her guts out. Her arousal splashed across Henry's bulging forearm and rained down on Veronica in a sticky shower, washing away some of the mess still clinging to her skin and staining her lingerie. The rest soaked her vanity, their bed, and everything else nearby as Henry just continued to vigorously finger her pussy like she wasn't squirting harder than she had in a very, very long time. Like she wasn't squirting so hard and so much she could've given a pornstar a run for their money. And he completely ignored how desperately she clung to his forearm while she convulsed and shuddered. As if she wasn't clinging to him so fiercely any normal person would've pulled away out of sheer instinct. But not her husband. If anything he just pressed in even deeper and moved that much harder.
There was no telling how many times she erupted all over them. How many times she showered them both in her arousal. Or how long Henry coaxed out fountain after fountain of ecstasy while breaking her brain as much as her body. It could've been minutes, hours, or days for all Veronica knew. And she couldn't give less of a shit. Just as long as her man continued to ruin her everything was right with the world. So long as he continued to nearly throttle her but walk that perfect line between suffocation and bliss she couldn't have been happier. Even as the heights of her joy slowly started to diminish and Henry's efforts gradually winded down the change was so natural and so gradual she remained a drooling, pleasure addled wreck for so, so long.
For almost two minutes straight Veronica's entire existence was nothing but ecstasy or the slow, beautiful decent from it. She felt nothing but her husband's fingers around her throat and buried in her pussy and knew nothing but the crashing waves of bliss endlessly ravishing her senses while she struggled to so much as function. Henry's grip around her throat loosened and his once relentlessly churning fingers slowed in time with her own weakening body. In time with the pieces of her fractured mind slowly reconnecting as she pulled herself back together little by little. Though he still continued his efforts for far, far longer than normal. Long enough to leave her almost craving more when he finally stopped, even if she knew they were finished. Or at least that's what her barely functional brain assumed.
“Th-That was... amazing... amazing...” She panted, staring up at Henry with a delirious smile and making no effort to get up, wipe herself off, or do anything but lay there in her afterglow, “Amazing...”
“We're not done.” Henry growled.
“W-We're not—”
The rest of her question disappeared into a frantic squeal as Henry picked her up off the vanity and threw her onto their bed. The entire frame slid across the hardwood floor with a noisy screech punctuated by the crash of the other besdie table falling over, “We're not even close to done!” her husband laughed.
“Oh God...”
Practically sneaking back into their own house the next morning Jack and Sarah truly didn't know what was waiting for them inside. Neither were entirely convinced their dad was even home. Their mom might've said he was coming back but after all the other delays they were more than a little afraid that he'd been delayed all over again. Or rather they were afraid of the mood their mom would be in if that'd happened.
They never expected to find their dad standing in the kitchen wearing his favorite pajamas and humming softly to himself as made breakfast, “Hey guys! Long time no see!”
“You're back!” Sarah and Jack exclaimed, instantly forgetting about their trepidation as the sprinted towards their father.
“Yep!” Henry laughed. Hugging them back just as tightly as they hugged him he didn't even think about letting go until they did. And even when they tried to pull away he lingered for a couple more seconds before finally releasing them, “I wasn't sure when you guys would be home so I didn't really make all that much food. But I can make some more if you don't mind waiting.”
“Okay!”
“Sounds good!”
“Awesome, well have a seat! Breakfast will be right up!” Henry turned back to the stove only to look at his kids and say, “And while we're waiting you guys can tell me what you did this past month!”
Before either of them could think of an answer Sara glanced around and noticed something that should've been on her mind from the get go, “Where's mom?”
Smiling to himself and very pointedly not looking at his kids Henry kept his voice nice and even as he simply replied, “Oh she's sleeping in. We stayed up pretty late talking and enjoying our little impromptu date night. And you know how your mother needs her beauty sleep.”
Veronica was anything but beautiful as she lay in a crumpled heap on the soiled mess that used to be her lovely king sized bed. The entire bedroom looked like a hurricane had swept through. Nothing was where it belonged and nothing had been spared the fury of Henry's lust. From the pictures on top of dressers and cabinets to the dressers and cabinets themselves everything was in complete disarray. But nothing looked worse than Veronica herself.
Caked in a half dried mixture of cum, sweat, spit, and everything she'd puked up all over herself she'd never looked more disheveled in her life. Her hair was matted and tangled and completely plastered to her face by the same drying mess coating her skin. But even with a thick layer of grime coating her body the bright red hand prints covering her ass and tits shone in the early morning light. Much like the faint yet deepening bruises around her neck and the bite marks dotting the skin around her areola. And yet that still wasn't even the worst of what Henry had done to her.
Both her asshole and cunt were left winking and trembling in the cool morning air, both gaped wide enough to comfortably fit his cock without any trouble at all. And both were still leaking a steady dribble of cum after the countless loads he'd dumped into her throughout the night. The sheets beneath her were positively drenched in what'd already seeped out and still more was trickling across her goosebump riddled skin while she lay there in a coma. Dead to the world and more exhausted than she'd ever been in the wake of a marathon fuckfest. Not even the Rapture could've roused her from the deathlike stupor her husband had put her in. Aside from the faintest rise and fall of her chest she was entirely inert. Like the most depraved statue to have ever been carved.
And she would've done it all over again in a heartbeat!