Chapter 2: Decompressing

It was close to 2300 when Jonathan Sawbuck got home. He found his wife, Korona, sitting in their living room. As always, she was nude when at home. He smiled at her, though it was a sad smile. “Hi, babe.”

“Welcome home, honey. Long day.”

“Long day.” Jon stripped off his wrap and tossed it on an armchair. “Sorry I missed dinner.”

“Did you have anything to eat? I can warm something up?” she asked.

Her husband smiled. His wife had a low contralto voice that always gave him a warm feeling, but didn’t do anything for him that night. “I had something earlier,” he told her. He sat down on the couch next to her and tossed his macrolink on the coffee table. “Did you go to your mixer?”

Korona grinned at her husband. She was a schoolteacher at Holman Avenue Pre-Teen and the faculty mixers were always a good time. “Absolutely! I had a cold Froehlich’s and a couple of hot sixty-nines. Then I came home for some fun and games with you. That was when I got your message.” Then she noticed his quiet mood. “What’s going on, Jon? You messaged me that you were going to be late, but not why. Now, I don’t know, but something happened. What’s going on?”

Jon shrugged. “I guess I can tell you, but it’s not very nice.” Korona didn’t respond other than to raise an eyebrow. “I was asked to help the CMP. An immigrant decided to misbehave, and we found out he livened up his time by beating the hell out of his wife and daughter. A real asshole.”

“That sucks,” she replied.

Jon spent the next fifteen minutes explaining what had happened, though he didn’t say what he had heard during the interrogations.

“You’re leaving something out, Jon.”

“Wha...”

“We’ve been married twenty years. I’ve known you for almost thirty years. I know when something is bothering you and you are leaving something out. What else happened?”

Jonathan sighed. His wife was right. They met in their first year at Devonaire University. She was from the Goldheart orbital system and immigrated for her education before deciding to stay on Lupina; he was a local boy made good. They were both seventeen. For the next nine years they dated on and off until they finally decided they were fated to be together, and they might as well face it. They were married at twenty-six and had their first children, twins Paul and Kyle, at twenty-eight. Their daughter, Karina, came along three years later. Now they were forty-six.

Jon shrugged and told her what he had learned about the Bossaman family and Vandevar 3. He noted the looks of horror on his wife’s face and said, “There’s a reason I didn’t want to say what I learned.”

“So the son is as bad as his father?” she asked.

He nodded. “That kind of hate needs time to learn. At least they didn’t have enough time to change the younger boy. There’s hope for him. And the little girl. I don’t know about mom, though. Dad gave the older boy free use of his wife, the boy’s mother. She’s going to need some therapy. Monsters.” He paused and said, “When I told the sergeant how bad it seemed, he said, ‘Welcome to my world!’ I can’t imagine doing that for a living.”

“Now it’s my turn to shrug. You’re not a cop. You’re an immigration officer. You’re just a good old-fashioned government employee. Your job is to keep things running, not to clean up the garbage. Jon, you did what you had to do. Now you need to put it behind you. I read somewhere that the reason there are so many divorced police officers is because they can’t explain to their wives what they have to deal with. They keep it all buried inside until it eats them alive. You can’t be that kind of person. You have to tell me whenever something awful happens.”

“Yeah.” He smiled and nodded, then threw an arm around Korona’s shoulder and hugged her. “Thank you for that.”

Korona smiled and hugged him back but then put her hands in his lap. She began to fondle his cock, and as soon as it became stiff enough, began stroking his cockshaft. Jon groaned happily and pushed gently on her shoulders, and she bent down. His cock went into her mouth, and she began sucking and jacking. It was time for Korona to take his mind off what he had seen earlier.

“Ummm ... that is so nice,” he murmured.

His wife lifted her head briefly. “Cum in my mouth, honey. I want you to cum in my mouth and then we can fuck. I am going to make you forget all about today.” Korona returned her attention to the cock she was stroking and inhaled it.

“Mmmmm...” Korona’s almost thirty years of experience sucking his cock made Jonathan so appreciative of her efforts. Her tongue swirled around his cockhead, her head bobbed up and down on his cock, and her cheeks sucked in as she suctioned him. Her hands alternated between stroking his cockshaft and gently massaging his ballsac. Spit slowly drooled out of her mouth and ran down his shaft to lubricate everything. Even better, Korona wasn’t going for fast, but for powerful. She kept him on the brink of cumming to the point Jonathan began lifting his hips of the couch, trying to fuck up into her mouth. She kept him under control much longer than he wanted, but when he finally groaned and exploded, it felt like he came for hours and hours and pumped out liters and liters.

Korona swallowed it all and then sat upright. She licked her lips but kept her hands in her husband’s lap. “That was just the start. Tonight is going to be all about you. As soon as I get your cock stiff, we are going to fuck! Not make love! Fuck! I am going to spread my legs wide, and you are going to get on top and pound me down into the cushions! I want you to fuck me so hard the couch breaks! Then after you cum, you are going to stay on top of me and keep fucking me! I want every drop of cum! I want to drain your balls!” She kept talking like that until Jonathan’s cock was stiff again.

Standing, Korona reached behind the couch and grabbed a large rolled-up cushion. She laid it in the center of the living room carpet and unrolled it. Then she tossed a couple of pillows on top. They normally only got the cushions and pillows out when they were entertaining, but she wanted something special that night. She laid down on the cushion and ordered her husband to come over. Then she lay back, with a pillow under her head and the second under her bottom. Korona drew up her knees and splayed them apart before using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. “Get over here and stick that cock in my cunt!” she ordered.

Jonathan laughed as he got into position. “The things I do for my marital happiness.” Then he lowered himself into position and Korona guided his cock into position.

Korona loved sex with her husband. True, she loved it with any man or woman, but Jonathan was so special, so much more. In a period where any man or woman could utilize the most modern health care, it was expected that she would have the hourglass figure she wanted, and her husband could have the sculptured abs and a twenty-centimeter cock of a holovid star. Still, he was so talented and skilled with it! He pushed in and she wrapped her arms and legs around his torso. “Now fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me so hard that you can’t think of anything other than the cum you are going to flood me with! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Jonathan didn’t say anything, though his grunts and moans said volumes. He began hammering down into his wife, fucking her with long, hard strokes, and then she began doing Kegel exercises, tightening her pussy around him. She began whimpering as the sensations hit her. His cockshaft was rubbing against her clit and his cockhead was rubbing her G-spot. The rutting pair began kissing feverishly, swapping tongues and bottling up their cries of pleasure.

They weren’t quiet enough. Paul, Kyle, and Karina had heard enough through the walls and door to their room that they came out into the living room. It wasn’t the first time they had seen their parents having sex, but this time seemed exceptionally vigorous. “Wow, Dad’s really putting it to Mom!” commented Paul.

“No shit!” agreed his brother.

“Yeah, but Mom’s giving it back to him, too,” said Karina. She could see their mother fucking up at the cock pushing down into her, and she was sure their mother was using her pussy muscles to make it even better. After all, she had taught Karina how to do Kegels and how to make a man cum hard. She turned back to her brothers and said, “Let’s leave them alone and go back to bed. I need what she’s getting, from both of you.”

Paul and Kyle nodded at each other. There was a lot to be said for having a fourteen-year-old fuckbunny for a sister.

For their part, both Jonathan and Korona ignored the interruption. It wasn’t the first time their children had seen them having sex and it wouldn’t be the last. There was no false modesty on Lupina. Humans were a very social and sexual species and to try and deny that was a waste of time and energy. It was better to embrace that sexuality and enjoy it from a young age. Children frequently learned about sex by watching their parents and others, sometimes at home and sometimes in public places.

All three of their children had begun having sex in their early teens. A few weeks after turning fourteen, Karina had announced she was moving into the room Paul and Kyle shared, and that they were replacing their beds with a king-size bed. Her room would become their homework room. Their parents had been skeptical about that, but not because they would obviously be having sex together. They were already having sex, because that was what horny teenagers did. No, they were skeptical about doing their homework! They ordered the house AI system to monitor their work and compare it to the assignments from their school and promised to shut the fun down if their schoolwork suffered.

In any case, Jonathan and Korona ignored their children. They noticed their entrance and then their exit, assuming correctly that their children were going to spend Friday night screwing just like they were. Forgetting about them, Jonathan kept pounding his cock down into his wife, savoring the pleasure, and Korona kept fucking her pussy up at him and demanding he fuck her even harder. She had lost track of her orgasms when she felt her husband push up, his back arching as he slammed in one final time. She could feel the spasms in his cock as another impossibly large load spewed from him, filling her pussy. Gasping, he collapsed on top of her as his pelvis kept pumping, slowly coming to a rest.

Jonathan opened his eyes and looked down at her. “That was fantastic!”

Korona hugged him tightly and smiled at him. “This is just one of the reasons I love you so much! You are the best fuck I have ever had!”

“Just one of the reasons?” he teased.

“Well, you’re a good father and a good husband and a good provider, too, but when my arms and legs are around you and we are sweating and your cock is still inside me, that’s when you are the best fuck on Lupina!”

Jonathan laughed and rolled off her. Korona rolled with him, to lay at his side, half draped over him. “Well, you’re pretty good, too. Not sure about the best, though. We might have to test you about that. Want me to sign you up for the Caradoc Kamasutra Contest? I think their next season starts this fall.”

Korona giggled and lightly punched him in the ribs. “Sorry, but I’d rather stay in the amateur ranks.” She slipped a hand down to her husband’s cock, now soft and wet. “We can keep practicing, though. Care to slip outside for some moonlight fun?”

He smiled. “What’s the weather supposed to be? I heard they had some rain scheduled.”

“Not until later. Plenty of time to suck you off again and then lube you up before getting assfucked under the moons. It’s going to be a long night!” Korona climbed to her feet and held her hand out for her husband. He stood and followed her out the back door.

Korona Sawbuck sat on the edge of her bed looking down on the sleeping form of her husband. He was naked, as she was, and only covered by a light cotton sheet. Carefully holding her cup of coffee in one hand, she used the other to gently pull down the sheet, so she could see him. He had a delicious looking morning erection, but it began to soften slightly as he slowly woke up. He rubbed his eyes to see her beautiful body sitting next to him. “Good morning,” Jonathan said.

“Good morning. Sleep well?” she asked.

“Quite well, once we actually got to sleep.”

“Thank you for last night. It was wonderful.” Korona sipped her coffee and asked, “Would you care for some coffee? I have a cup here for you.”

“Please.” Jonathan levered himself upright and leaned back against the headboard. She twisted towards the nightstand and handed him a steaming cup of his own. “Thank you.”