Episode 7: paRENTAL RIGHTS

The home of David and Mavis Hale! 10:05 AM! Time to check in on the lovebirds!

David Hale had the wife’s car packed up for their picnic at Comstock Park. A beautiful morning, birds singing, kids still sleepy. He even ventured out to the mailbox to claim three-day old junk mail. Bills! Bills! Bills! “If this keeps up, I’ll need a second job.” As a police detective that would be impossible and he knew it. He was always on call as it was! “We better start playing the lottery. That or join Watchtower like all the other crooks on the force. I think I might be the only hold out. Pride! Sucks to be me!”

Entering the house through the garage he heard his wife in the kitchen. Busted, David found his busty bride of ten years seated up on the kitchen island facing the door as he walked in. Dressed in red she was stunning. At least someone got out of bed chipper. Her skirt up past her waist she sat there rubbing her clit.

“We are never going to get leave the house at this rate.” He grinned, tossing the mail on the counter before stepping up between her legs to hold her hips. “Did you rally the kids?”

Looking over her shoulder she whispered, “Let’s get a move on Kids!” Yeah! They had to have heard that silent prod.

“Last night put you in a mood, didn’t it?”

“Are you telling me you didn’t feel a fresh spark in our marriage?”

“We needed a fresh spark? I’ve been madly in love with you since the day I first saw you. In my mind our marriage has never been stronger.”

“And now we’re discussing being swingers with our new ... well, potentially the parents of our new babysitters.”

“Are you certain we should put ourselves out there like that? I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m just as intrigued as you are. My worry is of course, the kids. Not just ours, the Banfield twins are going to be spending a lot of time here if we end up going out with their parents on adventures.”

“Or, that mate swapping idea we mentioned. I know it sounds insane, leaving my babies, our babies, just so we can enjoy ... we don’t have to honey. I guess I’m just letting my fantasies take over. You know I love you and we are FOREVER.”

“Darn tooting we are! Madison Banfield may be extremely sexy, but my wife blows her out of the water.” Aww! Mavis pouted slightly, he always knew exactly what to say to make her love him even more. Arms around his neck she lured her hubby into a smoldering kiss. From there David pursued her throat, then down over her massive cleavage, areolas peeking up over the upper hemline.

Swooning, Mavis nibbled her lower lip as his mouth moved from areola to areola without the dress revealing either one in full. Bypassing her chest he skipped over her dress and got right to the point. Inhaling her perfume as much as her freshly cleansed vagina he went to town licking, biting, tugging at her clit and labia. Falling back, her hands palming the island, she moaned. “God, yes! I love you so much, David.”

“What’s for breakfast?” OH, SHIT!

“Not stopping!” David mumbled! Their eldest son, Davey had made it downstairs. Fully dressed he watched his parents do the dirty for over three minutes before his belly growled, prompting his decision to ignore them. Still weary from sleep he pretty much overlooked what he called wrestling moves. Thinking quickly Mavis used her dresses narrow hemline to cover David’s feasting the best she could.

“You father is just tickling me.”

“Purple Nurple!” Davey yawned as he reached into the kitchen strainer for a clean cereal bowl. Sure enough, David thought the very same thing as his own excuse and made a farting noise by sucking on her bikini area. This made Mavis squeal and bust up laughing.

As their son retrieved a box of Fruity Pebbles he groaned, “Yabba Dabba Doo!” Cute! Pouring his bowl, he shuffled to the refrigerator for the gallon of milk. Mavis coyly watched his every move while struggling to keep from instigating moans. So not easy with fingers up her cunt twisting and probing. Milk poured, Davey left the gallon on the counter and took his leave, going to the dining table to eat.

“David!” Mavis whispered! “We can’t keep doing this around our kids.”

All she received was a nod and a tug of his teeth gnawing at her clit. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was not stopping. “Oh, God! You make me crazy.” A sudden vision of her neighbors last night consuming her while David went indoors to check on the kids only added to her suffering. She knew she needed to discuss what happened with him, but feared the end result. With their potential swinging with the Banfield’s on the table she did not want to ruin the opportunity. Her brain was far too fuzzy to mention anything she was doing behind his back.

While David was aware of her deeds in school, thus far at least, she really did want an open communication. Accepting money from Watchtower without his knowledge would likely force her to give that money up. No! She wanted the best for her children and a hefty college fund was keeping her mouth shut. God and David forgive her!

Nearing a climax they heard son Gregory and daughter Fawn storming down the staircase. Unable to control her speech and moans, Mavis used her feet to dig under David’s armpits and draw him in for a headlock, of sorts.

Entering the kitchen the kids stopped dead in their tracks watching their mom do her best to hide David’s features. Hearing Davey yell out “Purple Nurple!” made Greg and Fawn brighten up. Naive as all get out, the kids chose to attack from two sides of the island. Mavis found her biceps being sucked on by her kids. Trauma and laughter mixed, Mavis Hale screamed at the perfect orgasm, juices flooding over David’s face beneath her barely covered twat.

Using the interior of her dress as a napkin, David wiped his messy features before withdrawing. Once standing he palmed his wife’s knees and pulled her legs together. A wink shared between he and his wife, Mavis blew him a kiss before turning her head from right to left.

“Hey! No marks! I’m a teacher.” David swooped in to snatch up Fawn and hurl her over his shoulder backwards. Giggling as he tickled her, he prevented the little princess from witnessing anything further.

“That’s good! We’ve tormented your mother enough. Do like Davey and make yourselves a bowl of cereal to tide you over until lunch. I made turkey sandwiches to eat out at the park.”

“Plenty of potato chips too.” Mavis caught her breath and sat up straight fanning her overheated facial features. A bashful smirk toward her hubby she mouthed, “I love you.” The murmur was returned. Helping make their bowls David sent the two kids to join their brother. Once alone David swooped in and yanked his wife’s long brown hair before storming her neck with kisses. “Oh, God!”

“That would be me.” He whispered! “No need to read me the riot act, I know we screwed up yet again.”

“It wasn’t as if we could lock a door this time. As long as they don’t try and mimic us we’ll be fine.”

“Right! Why don’t you run upstairs and freshen up again and text the Banfield’s that we’ll be leaving by 10:40.”

“Alright! Should I change dresses now that you’ve used me to clean your face?”

“I love the red dress. Just risk it.”

“I do too. Why is it I can’t hide my body in these dresses I bought. If I tug down the hem my chest falls out. Vice versa, pulling it up my coochie and cheeks peek out. The kids are seeing way too much of me.”

“Ours or the kids at Horton-Dexter?”

“Both! At least at Horton-Dexter the kids are older. I’m going to put on a pair of panties at least.”

“Red lace! Keep it in line for the redlight district.” He chuckled! “I’m sure Harrison will love those.”

“Do I detect your wanting to show me off?”

“Crazy as it may be ... yeah. I believe I do.”

“My we have come a long way in such a short time. We never used to be so open.”

“Rather go back to how we were?”

“No! My question is, how much further do we go? I know you worry about being a detective and taking great pride in your career.”