Chapter 8
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Guys, cut it out! I've had a long day and your father needs some peace and quiet. Take it somewhere else or better yet do something constructive with your energy," Rebecca addressed Jennifer and Jeffrey who stood toe to toe with each other. "Jennifer, set the table. Jeffrey, go call your sister for dinner."
"Did not," Jeffrey said, sticking his tongue out at the middle child.
"Mom, why do I have to share a room with this throwback? Leslie has her own room! I am way too old to be sharing a room especially with this retard," Jennifer said, taking a half-swing at her brother as he passed.
"You guys used to love sharing a room when you were younger. Besides, Leslie needs her privacy. She's the oldest. You'll just have to make do until she goes to college," her mother replied.
"That's two years away," Jennifer whined as she grabbed the silverware.
"Mmmm, Dennis, can I talk to you for a minute? While the kids are busy?"
"Sure, honey, what's up?"
"Let's go in the bathroom," Rebecca murmured.
"Ahh, the private conference room," her husband winked. "Must be serious."
"Have a seat, Dennis," Rebecca said, motioning to the toilet seat. "Honey, what is it? You're scaring me," he said with some concern as he sat.
Dennis was so taken by surprise when his wife knelt in front of him and reached for his pants zipper that his body jerked backward, banging the ceramic toilet lid against the wall.
"Shh!" Rebecca sighed as she pulled off her husband's blue uniform pants and boxers. "Don't want the kids to hear."
Dennis gripped the sides of the toilet seat as his wife of 17 years took him into her mouth for the first time ever. Dennis loved his wife but seeing her on the bathroom floor taking his cock into her mouth like the common hookers he busted every day brought evil thoughts to his mind. He had gotten his fair share of hum jobs from the prostitutes he arrested and once from a new cadet at the precinct but this was something different. He was certainly shocked by his wife's behavior but he was also going to enjoy every minute of it before she changed her mind. Dennis alternately closed his eyes and then looked at his wife's face as he fantasized she was a whore on 9th street he had threatened with jail time if she didn't put out for free.
Rebecca worked her tongue up and down her husband's shaft with the same amount of shame one associates with brushing one's teeth. Rebecca vacuumed one ball and then the other into her soft mouth and rolled them around with her tongue. Dennis couldn't take it anymore and shot his load all over his wife's face.
Ooops, Dennis thought to himself. She's gonna kill me.
Instead, Rebecca smiled at him and used her finger to scoop the cum from her cheek to her mouth. Licking her fingers clean, she purred, "That was fun, honey. Let's do it again sometime." "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" Dennis said in a nervous attempt at humor.
Rebecca only smiled at him and let herself out of the bathroom. "Jennifer, be a dear and see what's taking Jeffrey and Leslie so long," Rebecca said, giving her 15-year-old daughter a kiss on the cheek.
"Of course, mom," Jennifer said, returning the kiss and heading for the stairs.
End chapter 8