Chapter 47

“Come on girls. Time to wake up. We’re almost home.” Anita reached between the bucket seats of the Jeep and nudged Laurie’s knee. Laurie grumbled, her eyes closed, and shifted away from her mother’s hand. Next to her, Cory shifted as well, and that was good enough for their mother. They’d be home in about ten minutes and could doze as best they could until then.

It was very late, after midnight. John had elected to drive straight through rather than stop for the evening. The roads were good, and traffic was light; he and his wife had switched off driving every few hours, and both had learned to catnap ages before. The girls weren’t quite so lucky. The Jeep’s ride was stiffer than their now-wrecked station wagon, and unlike the passenger side front seat, wouldn’t recline. Neither girl had been able to sleep much, and both felt exhausted by the trip.

Anita felt much better than her daughters. She had reclined her seat as much as possible and had been sleeping the last few hours. She glanced over at her husband. John was rubbing his face but didn’t seem in bad shape either. It had been over a ten-hour trip, what with dinner and pit stops.

They pulled into the driveway and parked. “End of the line. Grab a bag and take it inside.” The girls grumbled themselves awake and stumbled towards the front door. John stopped halfway up the walk and stretched, loosening up muscles stiff from too long sitting.

“Come on, Dad, unlock the house!” protested Cory. “I have to pee!”

John told his daughters to sleep as late as they wanted; Sunday would have nothing scheduled other than unpacking and doing laundry. He unlocked the door, then ducked inside to disarm the alarm system. The twins scampered inside, running towards the baths. A cry of outrage followed when one was locked out of the hall bath and had to run off to the master bath down the hall. He turned around to grab the luggage and almost ran over his wife. “Just toss everything in the living room. We’ll sort it out sometime tomorrow.”

Anita nodded and set the bag she was carrying down next to the couch, then headed towards the dining room. The thermostat was located there, and she wanted to turn the heat up; during their trip, she had kept it at 65 and the house felt very chilly. By the time the girls reappeared, the luggage was inside, and John was locking the vehicle. It had seemed much safer in the Adirondacks. Nobody up there seemed to lock their doors! He locked the house after coming inside and looked at the damages. Grabbing the hanging bag and large suitcase, he carried them up the stairs to the bedroom, then set them to the side.

“I thought we’d do that tomorrow?” asked Anita, quizzically.

Her husband gave a tired shrug. “I just want the toilet kit without rooting through everything in the living room.”

“It’s good to be home, honey,” said Anita. “Vacations are nice, but it’s good to be home.”

John gave her a lopsided grin. “The vacation was nice, though.” He went into their master bathroom with the toilet kit and closed the door behind him.

Stuck with nothing to do while her husband was in the bathroom, Anita walked back down the hallway and looked in at her daughters. Both were asleep, Cory under the covers and Laurie sprawled flat on her bed, still dressed from the road. Anita snuck inside and pulled a blanket over the girl, and went back to her own room, closing the door behind her.

John stepped from the bath in his normal sleeping outfit, a pair of silk pajama bottoms. Anita usually wore the tops when she didn’t wear something fancier. She stepped into the bathroom as John left. Like her husband, she needed a quick shower to feel human again. Within ten minutes she was back in the bedroom wearing John’s pajama top. Much to her surprise, the bedroom light was still on, and John was sitting up, his back to the headboard, reading a book. “Not sleepy?” she asked.

“Ehhh...” was the noncommittal answer.

Anita went around to her side of the bed and climbed in, turning off the ceiling light and turning on her lamp on the nightstand. After a few minutes more, John turned off his bedside lamp and set his book aside. “Good night, honey. I love you,” he said.

“I love you, John.” Anita snuggled up to her husband but left her lamp on.

Any questions John had about his wife’s intentions were answered when she slipped a hand under the covers and began fondling his cock through his pajamas. “I guess you weren’t sleepy, either,” he quipped. John stretched out, repositioning himself with an arm around Anita’s shoulders, and began to unbutton the pajama top.

“Oh, John, I love you so much!” she whimpered as his fingers found her erect nipples. She fumbled open the snaps on his pajama bottoms and his cock sprang out into her waiting hand. It was hard, yet the skin felt velvety smooth. She rubbed a thumb across his cockhead as she gently stroked him and rubbed a bead of precum across it. “I need you, John!”

John smiled to himself as his wife wantonly offered her body to him. He continued unbuttoning her top until it was completely open, then ran a finger through her pussy. She was just barely starting to get a stubble, but she was hot and wet. She shuddered to his touch as she orgasmed.

“Now, John, please?” begged Anita. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and pulled at her husband.

John rolled onto his wife and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Anita kept a hand wrapped around his shaft until he was in position, then eagerly spread her pussy lips with the other hand while the one on his shaft guided him inside. She gasped as she came. John pushed inside in a single swift movement, not stopping until all nine inches were spreading her open. He bottomed out with his pubic bone resting against hers.

Anita ecstatically wrapped her legs around her husband’s, then pulled her hands out from between them, to wrap around his back. One held him against her while the other caressed his ass. John pulled his cock slowly out and then pushed it back in. He began to fuck her with long and slow strokes, strokes that rubbed her clit going in and pulling out. His hips developed a rhythm that began to overwhelm the pair of them. His breathing became ragged as he drove himself closer to spewing inside her drenched cunt, even as it drove her to a maddeningly fierce orgasm, a single long and overwhelming cum that spurred him into faster and faster thrusts. It was almost an anticlimax when he groaned and gasped, collapsing onto Anita as his twitching cock spurted and filled her pussy with jism, his pounding hips pumping it out of her pussy and onto the sheets beneath.

John rolled off his wife’s sweaty body, gasping a quiet, “Jesus!” as he sagged limply into the sheets. Anita rolled with him, to lay one leg over his. She reached down and took his limp and sticky cock in her hand, then snuggled against him. “Baby, what has gotten into you?” he asked lightly, grinning at her.