For such a beautiful woman, my wife is ugly as hell when she’s about to cum. That was what I was thinking only moments before this shit all started.
I was on top of her, doing what we do. I loved watching her as we fucked. I loved the sight of her big old titties flopping back and forth as her body strained under my actions.
I got an evil smile on my face as I suddenly stopped moving. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes shot open and her mouth started to gasp.
“No no no no nooooo!” she screamed. “Eric, Honey, keep going, baby! I’m almost there.” I moved my pelvis just a bit. It was a hint that I COULD continue.
“Make me cum, baby,” she whined. “Please! I’ll do whatever you want. You can bust my ass tonight when we get home, I swear it, just keep...”
A couple of more strokes and she was purring like a kitten again. I grabbed her around her waist and started pulling her to me harder and faster. She loved it. Her features morphed again into that tightly drawn mongoloid mask she assumed just as she let go of her senses and screamed.
A few seconds later I gave it my all. I started slamming into her unmercifully, even though she was done and lying there like a bowl of Jell-O.
Seeing her face and knowing her as well I do, I knew what was coming as her face got its own evil look. The bitch was about to cut me off. It was the whole, “I got mine ... so we’re done scenario. But I wasn’t having it.
I reared my hips back and slammed into her so hard that it broke the slats holding the mattress up and the bed fell.
“Ohhhh,” she croaked. “I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure she was feeling. But all of a sudden both my balls and my backside fired simultaneously.
Of the two I think the fart felt better going out. Unfortunately, the smell prevented me from enjoying the feeling of cumming in Dana.
The look on her face though was awesome. She was still lit up from her own climax and then I added to her blissful feelings by shooting my warm sperm deep inside of her.
Her smile got ever broader to the point that the woman I’d loved for ten years was actually ugly. Then her nose twitched as she caught the first whiff of the far. Her face went from pure elation to abject disgust in a fraction of a second.
“Ewwww ... Shit!” she croaked. “Eric there must be something dead inside of you!”
I heard the sound of small footsteps running down the hall so I quickly snatched my robe off of the bed and retreated to the bathroom.
Only a second or two later, my ten-year-old daughter Erica popped her head around the corner and scanned the room.
“Oh, my Gawd!” she screamed with the indignation that only a child can muster. “What happened in here?”
With my robe wrapped tightly around me, I stepped back into the room and regarded the scene with her.
“I don’t know Pumpkin,” I said, affectionately rubbing her head. “I was in the bathroom ... but it looks like your mom farted so hard that she broke the bed. Let’s get out of here before that smell poisons us too!”
As we turned to leave I saw an evil glint in Dana’s pretty face. “Eric ... you’re gonna get yours,” she said lifting her middle finger.
“Didn’t somebody tell ya?” I asked. “I already did. It’s running down your legs.”
Even as Erica pulled me from the room in the midst of telling me something about what she and her best friend were gonna do at swim practice, Dana took her finger and stuck it into the soup between her legs. She lifted the finger to her tongue and tasted it. My dick sprang back to life in an instant.
I was still running that image through my mind as my daughter and I walked down the hall.
“Somebody needs to fix this bed today,” she screamed.
It was a typical suburban Saturday. The three of us were all busy and things all rested on a schedule as tightly bonded as the atoms on the edge of a knife.
I took my daughter to swim practice, stopping off to pick up her best friend Kylie on the way. The girls would do a group swim and a few practice races followed by a workout in the weight room. While some of the girls were training with weights, the coaches would pull each girl out in turn for individual coaching and or time trials to assess progress.
When Erica was younger I used to sit in the bleachers and watch her for the entire practice. I’d probably still do it if she hadn’t told me that it made her nervous. Her exact words were, “Look Daddy, go out and live YOUR life and let me live mine.”
So, I’ll drop her off, then go back to the house and wash my car. My car is a spotless 2013 Boss 302. I have to admit that I baby the car. It has never seen rain and I’m pretty sure it has no idea that snow exists. I only drive the car in June, July, August and September on days when there is a less than 10% chance of rain.
I have another Mustang for April, May, October and November. The rest of the year and on shitty weather days I drive a Jeep. A lot of people don’t know this but Jeeps love rain and snow and mud.
Anyway, while I’m washing the car and dropping Erica off, my wife Dana does the shopping for the week. She comes home and drops off the groceries. We put them away together and then we both head off to our Saturday activities. There are times when two of us or all three of us do things together, but most of the time we separate.
So that Saturday after a few veiled threats and flirtations as we put the food away...
“That bed had better get fixed ... Mister!” she said.
“You’d better remember to pick up some lube,” I said.
“I don’t buy the stuff for your precious Mustangs,” she smirked. “I always get the wrong stuff, remember?”
“Not that kind of lube, dummy,” I said grabbing her butt. “Somebody promised to let me bust their ass, remember?” Her smile was so cheesy that I knew she was planning something.
“Well nobody’s ass is getting busted in a busted bed,” she said. “You put up the rest.” She walked over to me and ran her fingers through my hair then ran up the stairs.
She came back a few moments later with her yoga mat and her yoga bag.
She kissed me and shook her head looking at me.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “The bed is still busted.”
“No, I was just thinking how lucky we all are to have each other,” she said. “I love you Eric.”
“Yeah yeah,” I smirked. “All of the love in the world won’t save your ass. You shouldn’t have offered...” she stuck her hands over my mouth to silence me.
“Eric, do you really think I would ever say no to ANYTHING you want ... EVER?” she asked.
“Okay it that’s true ... why the hell don’t I have a GT500?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes at me, put on a pair of those huge ugly sunglasses that women seem to love and headed for her yoga class.
That was when I began to really relax. I had about three hours to wash my car before the car show I was going to would start. I had done the car’s interior the night before, so all I had to do was the outside of the car.
Waves of love washed over me as I soaped a tiny section of my car’s exterior then rinsed it. It wasn’t just love for the cars, although that was there too. I was truly happy with my life.
I had a wife who loved me and whom I was totally in love with. We had a beautiful daughter who was the apple of my eye. Our house was almost paid off and my future in my chosen career field was awesome.
Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have stood there with a bucket of car wash solutions and cleaners and gels counting my blessings. Maybe my thoughts of love for my life were simply too tempting for the fickle fates. Perhaps they thought that I had it too good and needed to fuck with me.
On the other hand, it could simply have been numbers or the odds. Maybe it was simply time for a very long run of good luck to turn to shit.
It started out very innocuously. I felt a vibration at my waist. I answered the phone to the voice of a hysterical woman.
“Eric ... Oh God ... I’m so glad you answered. I can’t get Dana on the phone. Ronnie had a heart attack and...”
“Slow down Nancy,” I said. “Are you at a Hospital?”
“We’re in the ambulance,” she sobbed.
“Nance ask the ambulance driver which hospital you’re going to,” I told her.
“Cee-Cee-Cedar Springs of Michigan,” she told me.
“Nancy these days a heart attack is serious but not always deadly,” I said. “It’s bad but we’ll get through it. Stay calm, I’ll round up Erica and meet you there as soon as I can get there.”
While I was talking I was rinsing every trace of soap off of my Boss 302’s paint. I could always wash the car later but I didn’t want to risk damaging the paint by leaving soap residue on it.
I jumped into my every day Mustang and backed out of my driveway. I tried using the car’s synch system to call Dana, but I knew it wouldn’t work. I also knew that it was the same reason Dana’s mom hadn’t been able to get in touch with her.
The yoga studio that Dana attended was a very traditional studio. Students were not allowed to bring their phones inside because the ringing of a phone could supposedly disturb the sanctity of the pure yoga environment.
I thought it was STUPID and often reminded Dana that we had a child and emergencies popped up all the time.
“WE ... have a child, Eric,” she always told me. “She has two parents. And she always calls YOU first anyway.
.... There is more of this story ...