Chapter 1: Moving In

Paige Turner looked around the living room tiredly. She and her husband Bob had been moving furniture since early morning. The movers had unloaded the furniture and boxes Thursday afternoon, and by the time they were through, Paige had been exhausted. Bob had come home from his new job to find his wife asleep on the couch. With a quiet smile, he had found an old blanket and covered her with it, then went upstairs and fell asleep on his bare, unmade mattress.

“I can’t believe we had all this stuff in a one-bedroom apartment!” exclaimed Paige.

“I think that is the sixteenth time you’ve said that,” commented her husband. “Or was it the seventeenth?”

“Ha ha!” she replied dryly. “Maybe you’d like to move the couch again?”

“Never! It’s staying there until we move or die!” replied Bob. He had to agree with her; it seemed like there were boxes everywhere that he wasn’t at all sure of. Paige simply snorted in derision.

The Turners were moving into their first house. They had left their large and nice, but still one bedroom, apartment in Northern California at the beginning of the week and had been living out of suitcases for several days, waiting for the shippers to deliver their furniture and belongings to their new home in Kissimmee, outside of Orlando. Bob had had to go into work Thursday. He was the new web sales division manager for CraysCo; at thirty he was young for the position with a bright future ahead. It was time for the young couple to ‘grow up’ and settle down, buy a house, and think about the future.

Now they had the furniture moved around, the master bedroom suite was in place but not made, the dining room and living room furniture were in place, the entertainment center was installed. Still all over the house were cartons and boxes with their clothes, books, papers and files, dishes and silverware, and all their other belongings. Bob had stayed home Friday to help Paige settle in. They would spend the long weekend unpacking.

Bob grinned as he studied his wife’s profile. She stood there looking around absently. He wasn’t sure whether she looked better coming towards him or moving away. Leaving aside the stunning heart-shaped face, sapphire blue eyes, and wavy auburn hair that went halfway down her back, she was possessed of an outstanding bust, a narrow waist, legs that looked impossibly long for her five-foot-five-inch frame, and an ass to die for. As tired and dirty as she was, she looked impossibly sexy in her t-shirt and shorts.

Bob grabbed his crotch and called to her, “Hey baby, here’s something you forgot to unpack!”

Paige looked at him in confusion and then saw how he was thrusting his groin at her and holding his cock and balls through the fabric of the gym shorts he was wearing. Laughing, she replied, “Shit! That’s just some light duty packing. You can take care of that little old thing with one hand!”

“You know better, baby! This is a heavy load needing both your hands.” He moved lewdly in front of her, gyrating his hips and thrusting obscenely at her.

Laughing, Paige came around in front of her husband, pushing the coffee table aside with her leg. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. Chuckling, Bob fell backwards onto the couch, his legs spread wide before him. “Heavy lifting, baby!”

Giggling, Paige knelt in front and grabbed her husband’s shorts at the waist band, then yanked them down. Bob lifted slightly to help her, and a few seconds later he was naked from the waist down. His cock was still soft, though it was beginning to thicken nicely. Paige grabbed his cockshaft and tugged it slightly with her right hand, reaching between his legs to gently cup and fondle his balls. “Hate to say it, Bob, but it still looks like a one-hander to me.”

Bob smiled as he watched Paige fondling him. “You just keep working on the problem, honey, it’ll grow on you.” Paige snorted again, and then lowered her face to her husband’s crotch, opening her mouth and feeding his growing cock inside. He had a slightly sweaty taste and smell, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just a wonderful reminder that Bob was all man, a wonderfully virile male who loved her and who she loved in return.

Bob smiled and closed his eyes briefly, then looked down to where Paige was sucking his cock. It had stiffened nicely, and she had begun making love to it with her mouth. With one hand she was stroking the shaft, twisting it gently. The other hand was lifting and caressing his ball sac with feathery touches. She was drooling over his cock, lubricating it for her fingers, and she alternated sucking the cockhead and pulling back, to lick down the length of his shaft to tongue his balls. Occasionally she would suck first one then the other into her mouth, then reverse course, licking her way back to the tip. Whenever his cock was between her lips, Bob marveled as her cheeks sucked inward as she suctioned his cockhead; the feeling was simple ecstasy!

Paige smiled up at her husband as she sucked and jacked his cock. She intended to have him return the favor, and her pussy was throbbing in wet anticipation. She tongued and twisted his shaft and he moaned, beginning to hump his cock up towards her, trying to thrust it into her mouth. From long experience she knew what would happen next, and it only took another minute or two. Reaching down, Bob took her head and moved it so that she was sucking his cock and began thrusting into her mouth. Paige continued fondling his balls and jacking as she began bobbing her head up and down, feeling him thrust towards her throat. His groans became louder until finally he moaned and sagged back into the cushions. His cock began spurting cum into her mouth, and Paige was hard pressed to keep up with the flow.

Finished, she gave his sensitive cock one last lick and leaned back and smiled up at her panting husband. “Your turn,” she announced.

Bob looked at her. “Hmmm?”

“Your turn, I said. You know what I mean!”

Bob snorted and smiled. They switched positions and before she could sit, he had grabbed his wife’s shorts and pulled them to the floor. Next came her bikini panties, and then she was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide, and her pussy pushed forward to the edge of the cushions. Bob could see her pussy glistening moistly and he could smell her need. He knelt and moved forward.

Paige gasped as his tongue flicked across her pussy lips. She was always embarrassed by her pussy; she thought her inner labia were too noticeable and obvious. Her husband thought her lips were perfect, and even though she shaved bare, they made it obvious she wasn’t a little girl. He flicked his tongue across her lips again, then began tracing their outline top to bottom, right to left. He avoided her clit completely. As Paige began to moan, loudly, he reached between her legs with his hands, spreading her thighs wide and pulling her pussy lips apart, then he began to tongue the wet pinkness inside.

“Oh God! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begged, running her fingers through his curly hair. “Oh God!” She began humping her pussy towards his wet face, and her legs wrapped around him and began beating on his back. Bob dove forward and wrapped his lips around her clit and Paige shrieked in pleasure.

“No more, no more, it’s too much!” Bob ignored her and tried to inhale her clitoris, probing into her pussy with his fingers. She began panting harshly as she writhed beneath him, and her moans became incoherent gibberish. Finally, Bob relented and pulled away, to look up at his wife. She had a glazed look in her eyes. When she returned the look, she found that he was positioning his resurgent cock at her cuntlips. “Yes!” she said and spread her legs wide. Her husband slammed his cock inside her, and Paige’s back arched as another orgasm flashed through her.

Bob reached down and peeled off his t-shirt, then pushed her t-shirt and sports bra up to her neck. She had the greatest tits, he thought for about the millionth time, big and firm D-cups that jiggled in time with his thrusts. He bent down and licked her huge nipples, then straightened up and began fucking her hard. Paige took her hands and began pinching her nipples, as she moaned and repeated over and over, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Bob grabbed her hips for even more leverage and slamfucked her until it was his back arching, and his second cum pumped through his pulsing cockshaft into her overheated pussy.