My Favorite Breakfast

I woke up early to the smell of pancakes. How I love pancakes. I opened my eyes and noticed my wife wasn’t next to me. Usually she sleeps in till I wake her up.  I sat up and heard some noise downstairs. I got out of bed, put on a t-shirt and walked downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and saw my wife, back facing me, cooking something. She was wearing one of my t-shirts. I have no idea why, but she prefers my clothes to her clothes. I am not complaining, she looks dead hot in my t-shirts. Can’t say the same about me. 😛 I leaned against the wall watching her cook what I believe(from smelling) are pancakes. I smiled to myself wondering what did I do that God would bless me with such a beautiful wife. I walked to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She was a little startled but soon snuggled in my arms. I massaged her breast through the fabric. She let out a moan.

“Good morning, Dave,” she sighed.

I kissed her neck in reply and continued to massaged her breast. I slowly moved one hand up her shirt.

“Not now. I am cooking,” she said and pushed me away.

I frowned and walked to the fridge looking for some grapes

“Where are the kids?” I asked popping a grape into my mouth.

“They left for church camp this morning,” she replied.

“Why didn’t they wake me up before they left?”

“They tried. You wouldn’t wake up. You were like dead.”

“Didn’t you worry if I was really dead?”

“You were snoring louder than an elephant. So no.”

I let out a laugh and I wrapped my hands around her waist and kissed her neck again. She let out a laugh

“Let me cook. I have a surprise later for you. Patience,” she laughed.

I sighed, let go and sat at the counter top opposite the stove. I leaned my head against my arm and stared at her. She noticed my staring and looked at me.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I smiled.

“Nothing?” she smirked.

Man, her smirk was hot and I could feel my boxers tightening.

“Stop staring if it’s nothing,” she frowned.

“Just, I am so lucky” I smiled.

“Lucky how?” she smiled turning off the stove.

“You could have chosen any man, but you chose me,” I smiled.

She plated the pancakes and handed them to me. “I love you. So no other man will do,” she smiled handing me the honey.

“You married me and gave me a daughter and a son,” I continued.

She walked toward me and sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her nipples were protruding through the thin t-shirt fabric. “You still look smoking hot and you make the most amazing pancakes.”

She kissed me.

“You…” I try to continue but she put her finger to my lips. It was all the signal I needed. My hand moved from her waist to her thigh. Slowly stroking till I reached the edge of the t-shirt. I was hard and pushed my hand up her thigh. I suddenly found her vagina and nearly choked.

“Surprised,” she whispered.

She was wearing no underwear and she was already wet. She let me stroke her making her wetter for a while before she took my hand away.

“Eat your breakfast. You will need your strength,” she smiled lustfully.

She got up and sat on another stool eating her pancakes. We talked about our week (or more like month, there are a lot of changes once you have kids). Once we were done, she got up and took the plates to the sink where she started to wash up. I walked behind her and (again) wrapped my hands around her waist. Although I do it a lot, she loves it. She says it makes her feel safe. I moved my hands underneath the t-shirt and slowly massaged her breasts. She moaned slightly. I pinched her nipples and she moaned louder. I got harder (if that is a possibility at this state) and slowly my hands moved down to her stomach where I tickle slowly. She let out a moan and a laugh.

“I will never finish the dishes at this rate,” she moaned.

“Then don’t,” I mumbled kissing her neck.

She nodded and wrapped her hand around my neck kissing me. Her mouth slightly opened and I let my tongue in. My tongue roamed her mouth. It seemed like ages before she let go and wrapped her legs around my waist. I sat her on the counter top next to the sink. I looked around. All the curtains were drawn. I pulled off her (my) shirt and chucked it on the floor and looked at her body. She has the perfect set of breasts. I kissed her hard then slowly moved down to her neck and collarbone. I stopped at her breast for while before sucking it. She moaned over and over again. I slipped one hand between her legs and rubbed her outer lips making her wet. I moved to the other breast and kept rubbing in between her legs faster. I stopped sucking her breast (reluctantly, of course) to focus in between her legs. I stopped rubbing and pushed a finger inside. She gasped a little then let out a moan. It was so sexy. I rubbed slowly at first till she screamed.

“It feels so GOOD… Oh BABY… rub harder. Make me come… OH…”

I pushed another finger inside and rubbed harder and harder as she leaned back screaming, “I’M COMING. BABY I AM COMING!”

Her juices squirted all over me. She panted as I took my fingers out sucking them, tasting her juices. She tasted so sweet. She jumped off the counter and knelt before me. I removed my shirt and threw it somewhere. She rubbed the bulge in my boxers making me moan. I wanted her so bad. She pulled down my boxers and my penis stuck out rock solid. She smiled and wrapped her hand around it slowly rubbing it making me moan. She kissed the head. Then she licked it.

“That’s right. You know how to please me,” I moaned.

Soon, my whole penis was in her mouth. She pulled it in and out while massaging my balls. I moaned again. Soon, I felt myself coming.

“ABBY… I AM COMING. CONTINUE… MAKE ME COME!”

I grabbed her hair and push her head closer to me. She sucked till I had cum and swallowed every last drop. I don’t know how she does it. I panted as she stood up and kissed me. I sucked on her lip and could taste my cum.  I released her and pushed her back onto the counter top. I kissed her in between her legs. She squirmed a little. I looked at her. I had never done this to her before but I wanted to love her as she had loved me. She nodded. I licked her lips once. Tasting her wetness. She moaned a little. I looked up at her again. She nodded. “Continue,” she whispered.

I darted my tongue into her. I could hear her gasp. I continued to dart my tongue in and out licking her. She moaned. I massaged her outer lips with my forefinger. Her moans soon turned to screams.

“OH DAVE, BABY… YESSS… MAKE ME COME WITH YOUR TONGUE!!!”

I continued to dart my tongue in and out. I felt her hand move to my balls, rubbing them. I almost lost concentration. I focused back and soon, I heard her cry out, “I AM COMING… DAVE, YOU ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME COME… OHHH…”

“That’s right, Abby. Come for me. Lat me taste you,” I mumbled.

Her juices started to spurt out but I sucked up everything. I looked at at her. She was so beautiful. She is so beautiful. I kissed her hard. She was pulling my balls a little and now it was rock hard again. I pulled away.

“I want you inside of me,” she moaned pulling my balls.

I immediately plunged into her. She gasped for air. I thrust in and out. Faster and faster. Soon, we both climaxed. She was screaming (I think the neighbors heard but I didn’t care). I wanted her so bad. Once we were both spent I collapsed, resting my head on her breast. She was sprawled across the counter top, panting. She sat up looking at me. I looked at her.

“I love you, Dave. Nobody else. I love you,” she said hugging my head to her breast.

“I love you Abby. You’re my Abigail. Nobody can have you but me because I love you more than anyone can. You have started a family with me and I love you. You are my best friend and my wife and my lover,” I said carrying her down form the counter top and wrapping my arms around her.

I could see her tear up a little. I wiped them away and kissed her.

“I love you,” she muffled from under my skin.

“Can i love you more?” i smiled at her.

She looked up at me and smiled.

“Yes!” she said pulling my arm and heading to the bedroom.