Ken collapsed on top of his wife, nestling his slowly wilting cock in the now wet and sticky crack of her ass, his hands stroking almost unconsciously, lovingly, across the flushed skin of her sides and back.
The loving couple lay together quietly for a few moments, listening to the sound of their own heavy breathing and rapidly beating hearts, until Ken glanced up at the clock.
"Oh, hell!" he growled, dragging himself out of the bed after planting a final wet kiss on Carol's shoulder. "I'm going to be late again!" As he headed for the bathroom Carol rolled weakly over onto her back, her magnificent breasts swaying as she gasped for air. "Why don't you just call in sick and then get back into bed?" she grinned, her eyes shining with lust.
"Babydoll, don't I wish that I could!" Ken grinned back from the doorway. "But we've pulled that one enough over the last couple of years. I have a feeling if I try it once more it'll be my ass for sure!"
"But Ken, I'm so hot," Carol said with a mock whine in her voice, pouting like a spoiled little girl, but cupping the rich bounty of her huge tits and arching her back to offer her whole lush body to his view.
Ken felt a renewed stirring in his loins, sweat breaking out all over his body once again at the sight of his luscious wife writhing about so seductively on the bed, so ready and eager for him again.
"Honey, you wouldn't believe how much I want to," he said through lips suddenly dry. "But there really is no way, at least for a while. Looks like this is just going to have to be one of those mornings!" Then he quickly ducked back into the bathroom, shutting the door and hurrying into the shower before the burning desires of his body had a chance to overrule the sensibility of his mind. He turned on the cold water and stepped under the stream.
Carol grinned as she heard his scream, only slightly muffled through the closed door. Cold shower time, she laughed to herself. Well, he might be able to cool his ardor for a while that way, and for all she knew he would probably find a lovely young secretary at work to help stem the lustful tides on his lunch break. But as for her, she was already formulating her plans for the kind of day she would have, a day in which she was going to see just how many ways she could relieve the burning itch in her pussy!
CHAPTER TWO
7:50 a.m…
When Ken had finally managed to get out of the house and on his way to work, Carol shrugged into one of her flimsiest nightgowns and poured herself a second cup of coffee, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. The first act of her day's plans should already have gotten underway-it was already a quarter to eight, and she was horny as hell for her once-a-week lover to show up. But he was late!
Suddenly there was a sharp knock at the back door of the kitchen, and Carol saw a familiar shadow on the curtains over the window. With a wide smile she stood up and checked herself for a second in the mirror beside the door. She adjusted the single tie on the front of the gown, pulling it a bit tighter so that it cupped in under her huge tits, and pulling the fabric apart a bit more to reveal as much of her magnificent breasts as possible without having her gown fall completely off. As it was, the thin, dark material did very little to hide any of her voluptuous form but merely served to accentuate it. Satisfied with her swift inspection she pulled open the door.
"Carol! How's my very favorite milkmaid this morning?" the man dressed all in white asked, tipping his hat.
"Hot and horny, Chester my love-where the hell have you been? Have to milk the cows yourself today?" Even as she frowned in mock anger she grabbed the milkman by the hand and pulled him quickly inside the house, slamming and locking the door behind them.
Chester was already dumping his basket of milk cartons and other dairy items onto the kitchen table, in his hurry to unload himself of them, sending several dropping onto the floor. But the horny man was too busy to worry about that just then. His mind was filled with only one thing, the same thing that filled his vision-Carol's incredible tits. Reaching out he plucked loose the single tie of her gown, and as it floated to the ground at her feet, Chester felt his mouth beginning to water at the sight of her huge tits bare before him. The nipples stood out strong and aroused, like twin bullets, from the deep flushed darkness of her areolas.
"You're the most incredible woman I've ever seen, baby," he said in a whispered voice full of awe, "And you just get more incredible every time I lay my eyes on ya!"
Carol laughed and opened her arms to her lover, mashing her tits into the rough fabric of his work shirt as their mouths came together in a hard, sucking kiss. Chester licked and kissed at her lips, eyes, ears, and neck, and then began to trail down lower to the twin breasts he was already cupping and squeezing eagerly in his hands.
"My wife hasn't let me have any ass all week, and I'm behind schedule on my route, so let's get down to it doll!" he grinned as he kissed and licked all around her monumental tits, filling his hands with them, sucking the hot nipples deep into his mouth and making Carol weak in the knees from his unadulterated worshipping at her tits. By squeezing and kneading at the firm flesh Chester managed to mash the huge mounds of woman meat close enough together to get both turgid nipples into his drooling mouth at the same time. He bit at them gently at first, then sucked in hard, sending the hot housewife absolutely wild and making her tremble all over with lust.
"Suck my titties, honey," she sighed, running her hands through his hair and knocking his hat to the floor, holding his head firm to her chest.
Chester was a consummate titman. Tits were his one true passion, and from the moment he had gotten assigned to the milk route that included Carol Bristol's home, he knew he had discovered titman heaven! It hadn't taken him more than three visits to discover just how ready for his advances the top heavy housewife was. He just wished he made more than one trip a week to the neighborhood. But he'd never thought of trying to get together with her at any other time than on his regular delivery. Somehow, although the wait each week was sheer agony, it also served to make that one day each week that much more exciting.
As Chester continued to suck and slobber happily away on her tits, his face buried deep in her sweet cleavage, Carol had quickly undone his belt and shoved her hands inside his pants to grasp his quickly thickening cock. Although not as big as Ken, Chester's prick was more than enough to satisfy her needs. And actually, with his own slightly single-minded approach to their sexual sessions, just the right equipment for the job.
"Come on, baby, I really am running late," Chester said with a lewd grin as he stepped back and quickly kicked off his shoes, then began to pull off his pants and underwear in the same motion.
"I'm ready, Chester. If you really haven't gotten your rocks off for a week, this should be a great session."
Like well rehearsed actors in a play they had been doing for years, housewife and milkman moved quickly into position. Carol lowered herself to the kitchen floor, leaning her head against the wall on a small throw pillow she had already placed there in preparation for Chester's visit. As Chester kicked off his pants he looked down at her lush body, spread out nude and inviting before him, and for a moment his eyes were drawn to the glistening moisture shining on the blonde curls of her pussy. One of these days, he told himself, he was going to have to take a shot at that hot slot. But for now he still had only one thing in mind, and his eyes moved back up her body to his ultimate goal, the incredible twin mountains of her firm tit flesh.