2 comments/ 7385 views/ 1 favorites Spice Ch. 01 By: AlexisShore Jodie knew she was dreaming. The feeling was so odd, but the situation so familiar. Her brain was drifting awake, and soon she knew her body would make itself known, pressed hard into the mattress like a dead weight. But for now she would enjoy the dream. She often awoke with this stream of images and memories tickling her mind. Their first kiss. It always started with the gentle gust of breeze that tossed her hair across her face as they stared out across the water. The lock gently whipped at her cheek and landed over her eye. The date hadn't gone too well, but she was so physically attracted to him that it didn't totally matter. His finger scooped the hair away and he leant in close, his lips hovering next to hers, making her make the final journey. The tension was palpable, the breath from his nostrils teasing her skin; this was something she'd wanted for weeks, and now it was only her that was stopping it. And now the fucking alarm. It pierced through the dream and tore it asunder with such brutality she woke up swearing out loud. Her fist banged in to the clock, making it bounce on the bedside table. Jodie sank back into her pillow and stared at the window to the side of the bed. His gentle snoring annoyed her. The alarm never roused him. And here she was, the fading memory of their first kiss disappearing, before the sun was even peeking through the shades. She didn't want to look at the time, and she didn't need to. David would be up soon. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out from under the bedclothes and scooped the dried up sleep from her eyes. Her mouth was dry, so she craned her neck and bought a glass to her lips, quenching the thirst with deep gulps. As she plonked the glass back down, it clinked against her wedding band. She thumbed at it, trying to roll it around her finger like she used to. It had been a while since it moved like that, moulded now as it was to the shape of her finger and tight against the layer of fat she had put on. Jodie wasn't overweight, nor even plump, but she was no longer the skinny thing she used to be. Sure, it made her tits a little more impressive, and she enjoyed her cleavage now, but she didn't like struggling to fit in to her favourite outfits. She could lose a few pounds for sure. This train of thought was depressing her, so she let her mind wander back to the dream. She licked her lips at the memory. She had pushed them on to his with such wanton eagerness he had recoiled a little. Her tongue immediately pushed into his mouth and began dancing with his as she felt his arms pulling her tight, felt her tits pressing into his solid chest, and allowed him to push his groin into her. His cock had felt so huge that first time, poking at her with such solid arousal through his pants. And the kiss was only making it harder, she could feel it. They hadn't kissed like that for years now. Maybe not since David had been born. She missed it. The pillow pressed into her cheek as she turned her head to look at Jake. Her eyes traced his jaw, a shape she always enjoyed. The snoring wasn't so attractive though. But she did want him. She always did when she awoke from that dream. Rolling on to her side, she snaked her hand under the duvet and stroked her fingers across his abdomen. He didn't stir, and even though the tone of his muscles was less taut, she could still feel their shape. Her stroke changed direction and descended down to find his cock. It was half swollen, like it always was in the morning. It felt so hot as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and slowly pumped at it. Even in his sleep it responded to her touch and soon she had it how she wanted it -- fully hard and upright. She ducked her head under the covers and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She loved how swollen it felt as she rolled it around her cheeks and tongue, letting it out with a slurp. The fat flesh of her tongue found his shaft and glided up its length, before she engulfed his tip and swirled at it with her tongue. He moaned in his sleep. Shame they didn't have more time. She sat up in the bed, letting her tits fall free from the covers. The cold morning air made her nipples stand on end, and she looked down at them in the dark. They were as swollen as he was; his prick making a tent next to her. With as much noise as possible, she tugged open the bed side drawer and pulled out the tube of lube. There was never enough time in the morning to get her juices flowing, so she squeezed a generous heap into her hand and reached between her legs to apply it. It was cold, and she hissed slightly, more to make the noise than anything else. Jake was coming out of his sleep, she could tell. Soon the lube was warmer, and she had coated herself generously. In one move, she yanked the covers away from Jake's chest, revealing his rock hard cock and swung her leg over his hips. His eyes opened, just as she pressed down on to his shaft, trapping it between her and his belly. He managed a smile as she rocked her hips, stroking herself along his prick, letting the solid shape find her clit. Her eyes closed slightly and she let out a moan, her hair falling forward. It didn't feel as good now it was shorter, and she couldn't hide behind it as she straddled him, waiting for him to stroke it away and hold it back. But his cock felt nice rubbing in to her and she needed it inside now. She reached down and gripped it, feeding it past her lips and let her weight push it all the way in. Her muscles stretched to accommodate it, and she let him hear the moan -- though not loud enough to wake David. She loved the way he reached out and held her hips at this moment. His hands were so warm and firm, and urged her to begin fucking him. Her own hands pushed into his taut chest and she felt her tits swinging a little with each thrust. They used to be too small to do that, and she actually liked how it felt these days. He swore through a whisper, and annoyance panged at her. He was going to come much sooner than she wanted. For fuck's sake, she thought, before leaning down to push her mouth toward his. The kiss would be so empty and mechanical, but it was better than nothing. As her mouth hovered near his, he arched his back and turned away, and she felt his cock swell inside then twitch, feeling his hot spunk fill her up. It was nice, but not nearly enough. She rolled off him and on to her back, letting the cold air tickle her slightly sweating skin. Jake lay beside her catching his breath, and she let the arousal fade, knowing there was no time now to have her fun. "Morning," he whispered, then let out a long rumbling fart. With a silent sigh, she twisted off the mattress and padded her way into the bathroom. The harsh light made her eyes ache as it lit up the cold stark room. She mopped herself up, and brushed her teeth, swilling her mouth out with a final spit and staring at herself in the long bathroom mirror. She bounced on her toes and watched her tits sway a little, then swivelled her hips and looked at her ass. She didn't like the cellulite, and gave herself a light chastising spank. Those few pounds would have to go. By the time Jodie emerged from the bathroom, tugging her robe around her waist, Jake was on his feet and barged past her. He sounded like a race horse as he emptied his bladder, and she could still hear it as she reached the bottom of the stairs. It was never David's alarm that woke him, it was his father's pissing. Jodie began to gather everything together on the table for breakfast, got a pot of coffee on the go, and fussed about waiting for them to join her. Predictably it was David who appeared first, his feet scraping on the floor in his bunny slippers, eyes bleary and pyjamas crumpled. He slumped himself into a chair and pushed his face in to the empty cereal bowl. It was cute, even now, and it always made Jodie smile. He wasn't trying to be funny, he just liked the cold china on his skin, almost needed it to finally wake him up. And then it did. He sat bolt up right, and articulated the first thought that formed in his mind. "It's my birthday next week," he beamed. Jodie nodded, sipping her coffee and staring at him over the lip of the mug. "I reckon being eight means I'm getting a new DS," he shrugged. Christ, was he eight? That meant it would be their tenth anniversary the following week. The realisation perked her up slightly. They'd promised themselves a treat for it, and Jake would be planning something as a surprise, she knew it. "We-ell?" David's voice rolled, intruding in to her thoughts. "We'll see," she smiled and swallowed back the dregs deeply. Jake swept through the room, grabbing a piece of toast and jamming it between his teeth. He was nearly out of the door before he stopped and turned back. Without a word, he removed the toast and planted a dry, meaningless kiss on her cheek, before ruffling David's hair and leaving. Jodie sighed. The dream was gone. Only reality remained. Spice Ch. 02 Jodie always felt so stupid pulling up in such an oversized vehicle. Its giant silver mass was so redundant, especially when her little child clambered out and pulled on his back pack. Even now, as he sat behind her, lost in the swathes of stitched leather, the sheer decadence of the car annoyed her. Except, it wasn't decadent; everyone pulling up had the exact same car, or some derivation thereof. She could have walked him to school, and burnt up a few unused calories too. Tomorrow, she would. Today though, they had bundled out of the house a little late, and she cursed herself for leaving her purse behind. It meant a trip back home before she could do some shopping for tonight's meal. And that meant delaying going online to chat. She turned in her seat and watched David struggle to unbuckle himself from the restraints. He was eager to get out and run inside, and she was pleased he enjoyed school so much. She never did. As his little fingers tugged open the door, she stopped him. "Got your inhaler?" "Ye-eeeesssssss," he sighed, slamming the door shut before he'd exhaled the final strain of the syllable. As she sat in traffic, Jodie's mind began to drift back to the early morning. Sex had become stale recently, but even by their own standards this was abysmal. Jake rarely let himself come before she got off, even during a quickie, his fingers working their magic on her clit or his mouth teasing and sucking her the way she liked. But today, nothing. Just urging her on and dumping his load inside her. Not even a kiss. In fact, Jodie couldn't remember the last time they kissed properly. The more she wracked her brain to try and recall, the more it annoyed her. She hadn't realised it had been so long. It made her turn the car into the drive with such anger that she barely stopped the bull bars from clattering into the garage door. And the car door made a satisfyingly loud slamming noise as she threw it closed. "Someone needs a good fuck," she heard from across the lawn. Jodie rounded the front of the car to see Liberty standing barefoot in the grass, letting the sprinklers dowse her with a generous coating of water. The morning sun was bright already, and little rainbows danced in the moisture. Her thin white t-shirt clung to her pert little chest, and her lycra shorts hugged her hips tightly. Her curly red hair was darkening in the spray. At twenty-five, Liberty was the same age Jodie had been when she married, and already her neighbour had been divorced for three years. "Had one this morning," Jodie almost whispered, darting her eyes about to check no-one else was listening. "Must have been crap," Liberty smiled, kicking one of David's balls back onto their side of the lawn. The look on Jodie's face must have told Liberty everything, as she returned it with a consolatory shrug. "Let's go out for a coffee then." "I can't," Jodie sighed, "I'm running late as it is and - -" "Come on," she ordered, grabbing Jodie's hand and leading her without much resistance to her little open top sports car. The engine growled in to life, and the wind made it impossible to chat as she sped down the block towards their favourite bistro. Jodie nearly screamed as she gunned through a red light and narrowly avoided being side swiped by a delivery truck. By the time they screeched to halt, Jodie's heart was racing so much, and the adrenaline was pumping so hard that she'd forgotten all about her morning's lack of excitement. A three block drive with Libby was stimulation enough. They were halfway through their Mochachinos before Jodie calmed down. And she wished Libby would keep her side of the conversation down a little, convinced that the entire coffee shop could hear them. "He just left me half done is all," Jodie whispered dejectedly. "At least your shower massager got some action," Libby giggled, and Jodie joined in, not understanding the joke. She suspected it was a masturbation thing, but wasn't sure. "You must think my sex life is so dull," Jodie said. "I'm jealous actually. It's nice having something regular and familiar." "Is it?" Libby didn't hear the tone in her voice, "Yeah, sure. Think yourself lucky he's not tying you up and hurting you." Jodie shrugged. Comments like that used to shock her, but she'd heard so many nasty stories about Libby's ex-husband that nothing surprised her anymore. God, even her friend's past was beginning to bore her. Maybe the world hadn't changed, and it was just Jodie that had become disenchanted with it. She did miss being kissed with such wanton longing though. Who said passion had to give way to comfort? They drove home in silence, and thankfully a little slower. As Jodie headed back to the house, Libby reminded her they had made a date to go for a run tomorrow. Yes, those extra pounds had to go. She wanted her old figure back, and knew that she'd have to work to get it. Maybe feeling sexier would make sex better? The door closed behind her, and her purse stared at her from the stand, mocking. "Fuck it," she exhaled. She'd order a pizza tonight. It would just be her and David, Jake would be back late. Decision made, she grabbed her laptop and slumped in to the sofa. It took ages to power up, and she regretted not making herself a cup of tea in the meantime. But when it finally did let her log on to her chat room, she was pleased to see so many familiar and friendly names. It was Fred who said hello first, so she decided to concentrate on chatting to him. He was usually good fun, and was happy to listen to her moaning. She explained why she was in the dumps, and he offered up some trite words that made her feel better. Sort of. Then she explained how long it had been since they last kissed properly. "Maybe he's having an affair," Fred replied. The thought shocked her so much she just stared at the blinking cursor trying to take it in. It was so daft. Just because the spark had gone, it didn't mean he was getting it elsewhere. She was about to type that exact sentiment when he added, "Joke. Sorry." She smiled, but mostly out of annoyance for the way it had struck her so hard. "Okay," she tapped. "I got lost in thought," his reply came, "thinking about you fucking." She didn't know what to say to that. The guys on here tried to turn the chat round to sex at every given opportunity, and most of the time she ignored it, but she'd left herself open for this one having mentioned it herself. "Were you on top?" She took a moment, letting her fingers hover above the keyboard, before replying, "Yes." Normally she would have told him to mind his own business, but Fred had spent a lot of time listening to her problems, she didn't want to be rude. "Mmm," the screen then added, "I bet you look great with your hair around your face and your tits bouncing with each deep thrust on his cock." The imagery was so vivid and unexpected, she didn't know what to type back. Before she could formulate something, he sent another line, "Did you cum?" "NO," she typed so hard the keys rattled. She thought she'd hit them so hard because the question was so impertinent, but when he said, "Poor you," she realised it was frustration. "You must be gagging still." "Yes," she typed, feeling stupid even as she did so. "Mmm," then the next line appeared, "then imagine I am there with you right now, so close you can feel the warmth of my breath teasing your skin. Feel my lips hovering so close to yours right now, feel how badly you need to be kissed, feel how much you want to press your lips to mine and kiss me too. Can you feel it?" "I can," she half-lied. "As you feel my lips push onto yours, feel your nipples stiffen inside your shirt, feel my tongue easing its way inside your mouth as I kiss you softly at first, but then more passionately, exploring you and dancing with your tongue with such wanton urgency it makes you snake your hand down to my crotch and feel how hard you're making me." For a moment she was aghast at the audacity, then annoyed that he'd clearly been waiting for his opportunity for so long, then curious as to what it was she always mocked and avoided in chat rooms. "How hard am I making you?" she found herself typing. "Very. Are you wet?" "Yes," she lied. And she lied again when he asked if she wanted to finger herself for him. She had no intention of doing so, but he seemed to enjoy the idea that she was. He asked her to describe what she was doing in vivid detail, but she had no idea what to say, so just said, "It's hard to type one handed." "Tell me about it," the message chimed. "I hate having to let go of my cock to type." She nearly choked on her snort of derision. Was he really playing with himself? Had he got so aroused in such a short space of time? She looked down to see her nipples poking hard through her t-shirt, and realised she wasn't as indifferent as she was pretending. "How big is it?" she asked, licking her lower lip as she did so. "Big." There wasn't much she could say to that. Jake's was pretty big, certainly the biggest she'd had, but all her past lovers had enjoyed being told they were the biggest. Lucky for Jake it was true she supposed. "Do you want to suck it?" "I have to go soon," she lied, hoping he would take the hint. This had already gone further than she wanted, but something made her continue anyway. "But maybe I could suck a ball into my mouth?" "Mmm." For a moment she realised why she was playing along. It was because she didn't want to think about what he'd said about Jake cheating. This was as good a way to forget it as any, she decided, and typed, "It feels so big and swollen against my tongue." "I want to cum in yr face." Her heart sank. Everyone wanted to get themselves off before her. "I have to go," she typed, and immediately logged off. As she sat staring at the mantelpiece, she remembered what Libby had said about the shower massager. Maybe she should go and experiment. How would be fairly obvious. No, she'd never masturbated before, and she certainly wasn't going to start now because of a bloody chat room. Besides, she was late picking up David. Spice Ch. 03 Jodie lay naked above the covers, her face pressed into the pillow as the cool night air tickled and teased her spine and buttocks. Then she let out a long, very loud belch. The pizza dough was playing havoc with her digestion. But it always knocked David out cold, so she'd carried him to bed and busied herself with some chores before heading to bed herself. The silver light from the moon teased through a gap in the shades and cast a relaxing hue through the room. Jodie felt her chest lifting her with each breath, felt the tiredness in her muscles, but was irked by the lack of sleep. She was too damn horny. Her body needed some attention, and her mind refused to silence the little niggles that had been present since Fred's ill-advised "joke". Jake wasn't back yet, but that wasn't unusual. It had never bothered her before, so why was she letting it bother her now? He was on his way back from the office, and would be pulling up outside in a few minutes. As always. Or had he been somewhere else? And that was as far as she allowed the train of thought to travel, because she didn't want to let it call at any more stations. She was being stupid, she was sure of it, and didn't want to waste all her mental energy fretting. Bang on time, the room was bathed in the harsh illumination of Jake's headlights. A little smile grew on her face as she listened to him getting out of the car, and coming inside. She pretended to be asleep when he stepped in to the room a few minutes later. His weight beside her on the mattress made her move slightly, but she kept her eyes closed and feigned soft breathing. The stress she'd been ignoring faded instantly as he planted a tiny delicate kiss on her naked shoulder and whispered a loving hello. She didn't reply, not in words. Instead, she let out a contented little moan, hoping it would stir his loins a little the way it used to. He answered in the right way. She felt his nails slowly scraping down her spine, luxuriating in his touch, before his hand found her buttock and gave it warm squeeze. Another little kiss at the nape of her neck, and she gasped as his hand slapped down hard on to her ass. "Hello," she whispered into the pillow. His mouth began to plant tiny kisses across her shoulders, the tip of his tongue teasing at her skin, and she felt her nipples straining hard into the bedding below her. The sensation of his soft lips puckering against each vertebrae as he made his way down made her mouth open and her breathing grew heavier. As he reached her lower back, he began to nuzzle and bite, finding the spot she liked the most. Pain, though slight, as he sank his teeth into it and she gasped to let him know she wanted more. He obliged. Sinking his teeth in a little deeper before sucking the flesh into his mouth, he pressed his fingers urgently into her buttock, before spanking it lightly once more. Then nothing. The weight beside her disappeared and his touch was gone. With her eyes closed, she listened as he tugged urgently at his belt, heard his clothes fall to a heap beside the bed, then felt him kneeling between her legs. His large warm hands cupped her ass cheeks firmly, and began to knead at them rhythmically. The urgency of his massage told her he was rock hard back there. She felt his hands pull her buttocks apart, and felt the warmth of his breath on her asshole as he pressed his face into her. The tip of his tongue found it and teased it with such passion she arched her back and swore viciously. Normally she would need to feel his fingers inside her pussy now, but instead she gasped, "Fuck me." His hands gripped her hips and lifted her up on to all fours. The weight of her tits hanging under her chest and her ass pointing in the air made her feel exposed and wanton, and she begged for his cock once more. That's when she felt the tip of it push onto her swollen clit, massaging her with her own juice, stroking up and down the length of her slit, penetrating her slightly, but not enough. She urged herself back onto it, but he teased her more, letting it slide under her pubis and stroking it through her curled hair. She reached under herself and gripped it, pumping it and squeezing it, all the while sighing that she needed it inside her so badly. And then he pushed it in, all the way to the base of his shaft, and she could only gasp loudly as her pussy walls stretched to accommodate him. The muscles gripped at him, and she loved the arousal in his voice as he whispered, "Fuck, you're so wet." His hips came away from her ass as he pulled out, almost to the tip, and held himself there. If she moved, it would fall out, so she held her breath. With a firm, deep and urgent stroke he thrust back into her with such force she felt him slapping against her. She swore. Loudly. His hand snaked up her spine, sending dozens of tingling shocks through her body as his fingers gripped her hair and pulled it tight, bending her neck and curving her back, pulling her deeper on to his swollen, red hot prick. "Is this what you wanted this morning?" he asked huskily. "Yessssss." Jake began fucking her properly, building up rhythm and speed, as she fucked him back, feeling her tits swinging beneath her, letting it all out, moaning and swearing with abandon. The occasional spank made her gasp even louder, and he reached under to frig her clit ferociously. The orgasm she had been denied all day burst from her so powerfully that her arms collapsed and her face sank deep into the pillow. It stifled her frenzied exhalations, as her body tensed and she came in waves of relieved pleasure. Jake knew to let her ride the sensations alone, pulling out slowly and sinking into the bed beside her as she luxuriated in it. The cool air teased her sweat-soaked skin as she kicked her legs out and fell into the mattress. It was hard to breathe taking her weight on her chest, so she rolled round and lay on her back, feeling her tits rise and fall as her lungs struggled to give her the air she needed. Her thighs spread wide and her hands nestled on her tits. Jake snuggled beside her and nuzzled into her neck, kissing and nibbling as his finger found her clit and circled it slowly. She loved that. She loved the way he could coax another aftershock out of her after such a big climax, and she revelled in it when it came. When her breath returned, she rolled over and snuggled into Jake, resting her head on his heaving yet still taut chest. Her hand found his cock, coated in her silky juices, and she let her fingers engulf it and slowly work at it with a soft pump. The rhythm grew faster and harder as she felt him expand to the touch, and she licked at his nipple, stroking around it and sucking it softly. The shaft in her hand was swollen solid now, and she knew he was close. She wanted to feel it all over her, so she didn't let go as he arched his hips and twitched in her grip, sending hot streams of his sticky spunk all over her fist. It cooled quickly as she played with it, her head resting on his chest, listening to him catch his breath. Finally he whispered, "Sorry about this morning, you woke me up from a really sexy dream." She smiled as she made a ribbon of spunk with her fingers, letting it loop from her hand to the tip of his shrinking cock. He didn't smell of another woman, and his ardour for her was apparent. Her lips puckered and she began to slowly kiss her way up his chest, massaging his come into his abdomen as she licked up his neck and stroked her tongue along the shape of his jaw. She nibbled at his chiselled chin lightly, then leant up to kiss him. But just as her lips approached his, he sat up quickly with a sharp intake of air and explained he was desperate for a piss. As the loud noise of water breaking water extinguished her mood, Jodie lay on her back and tried to come to terms with her feelings. Christ it was a good fuck. But she still felt empty. She needed that kiss. Spice Ch. 04 Jodie felt stupid. And self-conscious. And stupid. It was bad enough she was wearing tight lycra shorts, let alone wearing them in public, on her own lawn, as her neighbour made her bend and stretch in to such ludicrously unflattering shapes and postures. At that moment, she was bent down, trying to touch her toes, as her enormous butt stuck up in the air above her. And her pendulous tits swung inelegantly in her ill-fitting sports bra. Why did they seem so oversized and flabby in sports wear? It didn't help that there was a red-headed stick bending beside her, with an ass so tight it looked like it was vacuum packed. Bitch. She'd deliberately chosen that top too probably, to show her tits were perkier and her belly flatter. "Having fun?" Liberty asked with a broad grin as she straightened up and pushed her breasts proudly out in front of her. Cow. "Lovin' it," Jodie lied. "A few more minutes, then we'll start." Start?? This was the most exercise Jodie had done in years. She was already working up a mild sweat and she only ever got this breathless when Jake was fucking her. But at least THAT was fun. "Great," she said through a plastered on grin. Jeez Louise last night was a good fuck though. Almost good enough to forgive him for the lack of a kiss. Almost. It wasn't enough to stop her dreaming about it all again though. And she'd slept through the alarm, so there was no time for some dawn fun either. She'd been running around all morning with chores, and shopping and school runs, and now she needed to stop from thinking too much about it. The thumping in her ears and the juddering jolts through her shins as her feet smacked into the sidewalk was nothing to the sharp stinging pain in her lungs. They'd run half a block. Liberty, with her sarcastically bouncing ponytail stopped and jogged on the spot again, waiting and smiling as she did so. Jodie wheezed past her, and vowed not to stop once. Then she stopped. Her lungs wouldn't let her go any further. But Liberty took her arm and slowly walked her along, spouting some inane tripe about keeping the blood flowing. The agony was interminable, as they switched between a brisk walk and a slow jog, turning corners and heading down unfamiliar side-streets. Jodie dismissed Libby's asinine comments about a second wind as nothing more than bullshit, but when it finally kicked in, things became a little more bearable, and by the time they came to a halt back on her lawn, Jodie's brain was already trying to convince her it had been fun. And with delicious timing, her sprinklers kicked in and drenched them in a refreshing ice cold shower of water. The cotton of her top began to cling tightly to her skin as the goose bumps rose. She looked over at Libby, noting how sheer it made her top and how big and red her nipples looked trapped beneath it. Jodie looked down to see her own, so brown, with such swollen areolas and poking cheekily through the drenched material. When she looked back up, she saw Libby's big grin again, and couldn't help returning it. She wasn't sure if it was a smile because she'd been caught looking at herself, or a smile of triumph that she'd actually managed to not die. "At least we can skip the shower," Libby giggled as she whipped her hair free from the pony tail and let the water streak through her curled copper locks. Nonetheless, Jodie excused herself and headed straight for the bathroom. She looked up at the shower head as it threw a warm curtain of moisture around her, wondering if she should unclip it and use it for something less cleansing. The memory of Jake's hips smacking into her ass made her reach up to it tentatively. Her fingers snaked round the shaft, and she couldn't help remember the feeling of his cock as she gripped it tighter. It came free from its holder and she bought it down, letting it massage her chest. The feeling of it against her nipples immediately made them pucker and swell, and as she teased the tingling spray down her abdomen, she wondered if standing up to do this might be a bad idea. As she began to descend in to a more prone and safe position, the hose reached its full length and nearly yanked the shower head free from her grip. The ferocity of her loudly barked "shit" surprised her. The damn thing wouldn't reach. And the way her knees went wobbly when she came with Jake told her it'd be best not to try this standing up. Great. Now she was even more aroused and frustrated. She tugged on a robe and headed downstairs. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd logged in to her chat room and started scanning the list of names in there to find Fred. When she saw it, she hurriedly tapped out a message that gave him her messenger address, and waited impatiently for him to add her. Jodie was absolutely amazed at what she was doing, and even more shocked at herself when she immediately told him how horny she was. He hadn't even said hello. "Me too honey," came his response. But then the adrenaline gave way to reality, and she found herself pulling her robe tighter around her chest. The demure nature of the move was more like her, and she began to try and dial it all back. "Actually," she typed, "I think I'm just annoyed that we had such a good fuck last night, and he still didn't kiss me." The cursor blinked for well over a minute, and she hoped she'd dampened his ardour. "Well," then another line, "I know I found it hard to kiss my wife when I came home from seeing my lover." Jodie almost yelped. Her chest tightened and it took her a moment to catch her breath as her stomach began to turn in knots. "Talking of things that are hard ..." She swore at him out loud, and typed something to head him off. "You used to come home from screwing your lover to make love to your wife?" "Yes," he admitted, "all the time." Then, after a moment, his next line appeared. "Still do." Oh my God. A thousand thoughts danced for attention in her mind, and a dozen questions tried to formulate themselves into something coherent. As her fingers hovered over the keyboard, she attempted to wrangle them a little, but an odd looking message appeared in a different colour font. "Fred wants to share his webcam with you. Accept. Decline." She moved the cursor to 'decline' but for whatever reason, she didn't click it. Instead she typed the three letters for "be right back", and paced in to the kitchen. Her feet moved her round the counter a few times as her mind did nothing to help her clarify her thoughts. It was just too much. She wanted to think about something else. So she strode back to the laptop and quickly clicked 'accept'. A new window opened and a loading logo swished and swirled for an eternity, making her regret the decision and worry about what she was about to see. So, when his friendly looking face appeared and he gave a little self-conscious wave, she actually let out a relieved laugh. There was no sound, and she didn't have her camera on, so she typed a hello. With a little smirk, he adjusted his gaze down to his keyboard, and she waited for his message to come through. "Still horny?" She wasn't, but at least it would keep her mind occupied. "Yes," she replied. "Wanna see how horny I am?" She swallowed, and bit gently on her lower lip, feeling as coy as the first time she saw one. She'd been sitting with her friend after college, and she wanted to be more than friends. The kiss had been nervous, and he'd immediately pulled away and started undoing his jeans. Before she knew it, he had his cock out and was asking her how it looked. She'd left and barely spoken to him again. For years men had been a little more subtle ... until the Internet came along. She'd deliberately avoided this exact situation, but for now, in this moment, she had no idea why. "Yes." With a broad grin, Fred readjusted the position of his camera, and by the time he'd framed it, she could see the shape of his cock trapped in his pants. It had a sweeping curve to it, and looked pretty impressive straining against the cotton. What's more, the bulge of his balls was deeply alluring. His hand rest on the shape of it, and slowly began to massage at it, his fingers pressing the material tighter around the shape to show it off some more. Jodie sighed a little and felt herself licking her lips. She settled back into her seat and pretended she wasn't allowing her robe to slowly fall open. "Show me," she whispered into the air, then realised he couldn't hear her. She was about to lean forward and type it when his fingers began to unfasten the buttons of his fly, then disappeared inside. She imagined they were working around the tip under his shorts. All pretence gone, she opened her robe and let it fall out around her, feeling the cool air teasing her warm skin. Her thighs parted of their own accord, and she placed the flat of her hand on her breastbone, and left the other resting on top of her leg. Over the next minute or so, Fred removed his pants and let her watch him playing with it beneath his underwear. It looked bigger now, and she was certain she wanted to see it standing proud, his fingers gripping it firmly at the base. Her clit was calling out for some attention, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she sat forward and instructed him to take off his shorts. Fred's fingers hooked over the waistband and he slowly pulled them down, taking his shaft with them until it could go no further and sprang free. Jodie gasped. His uncut cock was bigger than any she had ever seen. Not so much the length, which was long enough, but the girth. Fred's fingers didn't even reach around its width as he held it proudly in his fist. He must have typed something with his free hand because a message appeared. "I want you to finger yourself." She didn't respond, and hoped her silence would be enough to convince him of her acquiescence. More than anything now, she wanted to see him pumping it for her, and he didn't make her wait long. His fist went to work, tossing and bouncing his deliciously swollen balls around beneath it. She watched intently, noting how he pleasured himself, stopping every now and then to spider his fingers over his tip, before grabbing it again and pumping it harder. And then he came, his thick white spunk oozing down his cock and fist. Before she could tell him to play with it for her, the video disappeared and Fred went offline. "Asshole," she almost laughed. Almost. Spice Ch. 05 Jodie looked around the half-empty restaurant, pushed a potato around her plate, then looked back up at Fred. How on Earth had she ended up in this situation? He smiled back at her. Fred's was a slightly crooked smile, but it was nice enough, especially with that fine jaw of his. His friendly eyes twinkled a little, but the conversation was a little stilted. Which is why she found herself staring at her sauce streaked plate more often than at his face. It was also why her mind kept replaying the sequence of events that had bought her here. She shifted in her seat, tugging her stupidly short dress down, then looked back up at him. He said something so inane she didn't know how to respond, and simply smiled weakly. That seemed to please him enough. It was getting harder to ignore her feelings of guilt, but it was also getting more awkward to extricate herself from this mess. Another wave of shame swept over her as she remembered David's face when he tore open the wrapper of his DS. Jodie couldn't help giggling along with him as he yanked open the box and dove in to retrieve it. A few years ago, he used to do a little dance when he got a present that excited him, but she thought his laugh was more endearing even than that. He'd lost his last one somewhere in the mad rush to hospital during one of the most scary of all his attacks. That meant he'd been nearly two months without it. She'd bought it to give to him when he came home, but on the way back he mentioned he was excited to wait until his birthday for a new one. The whole thing had terrified her, which is why Jake's surprise present was even more ridiculous. Jodie heard the box mewing as he carried it in and handed it to his son with a broad grin on his face. David crinkled his brow in confusion, and opened the lid with some trepidation. But the tiny kitten inside made his eyes bulge, and he clapped his hands in excitement. David wasn't at all confident handling the tiny cat, but he immediately took a shine to it, and sat with it on his lap while he tapped away at his new game. It was an adorable sight, but she could already see David sniffing a little at the fur. Not wishing to argue in front of him on his birthday, she stroked her husband's chest seductively and whispered sweetly in his ear that she wanted to spend some time alone with him in the kitchen. He followed her out, giving her butt a firm slap and squeeze on the way. It was actually hard to resist as he turned her round and pushed her into the counter, nuzzling wetly in to the crook of her neck. Already his hands had snaked up from her hips and under her top, quickly finding the soft curves of her tits, and she sighed a little as his thumbs found each nipple through her bra and massaged them roughly, just as his teeth began to nibble at her skin. Her breathing sounded loud as it mingled with the tiny puckered noises coming from his mouth while his lips danced on her skin. Her body was betraying her mood, and she silently cursed its betrayal as her hand stroked into his hair and cradled his head tighter to her. She felt the fat flesh of his tongue glide across her throat as he moved to focus his attention on the other side. And when his hand slipped between her abdomen and the waist band of her jeans, she momentarily forgot why she'd bought him out here. Instead she luxuriated in the feeling of his hot palm gliding into her panties and snaking through her soft hair. His middle finger expertly found her clit, before gliding over it and curling into her lips, penetrating her so smoothly she knew she was dripping wet. It was only when she heard David coughing a little in the next room that she yanked Jake's hand free and pushed him away. His look told her he thought it was part of the fun, and when he tried to feed her his wet finger, she took it, but nipped into his flesh with more than a little spite. "Owww," he yelped, "What the fu--?" "A kitten?" she almost hissed, before readjusting her bra. She immediately regretted how much the inelegant move undermined her anger. "He loves cats. So do you." "What about his allergies?" she shook her head and began tidying some dishes away. "Well," he slumped on to a stool at the counter and looked hurt, "I read on the net that if you expose kids to things, they you know, build up their, what's it called? Immunity." "Don't be so ridiculous," she said while deliberately clattering the plates, but immediately felt bad because she remembered it was her who had shown him the blog about it. "Sorry," he pouted, thankfully not remembering. "Well, we'll just have to keep a close eye on it, and hope that he doesn't get too attached to it if we have to get rid of it." At that moment David bounced into the room, the kitten sitting precariously on his shoulder. It let out a terrified mew, and nearly fell off when David giggled. "Can we call her Coochie?" Jodie nearly spat out a laugh and had to turn her back to hide her mirth. Jake missed why she was laughing and asked, "As in Coochie coo?" "Yeah." "Sure, why not?" David laughed again, and scooped the kitten from his shoulder and flew her back in to the den like a petrified mewing airplane. "We can't call her Coochie." "Why not?" Jake's brow crinkled up like his son's. "It'll get shortened to Cooch." "And?" "Cooch means," she tried to think of a suitable synonym, "it means ... pussy." "Even better," Jake shook his head without comprehension. "No, pussy as in vagina." "Ohhhhh," he exhaled, before smiling. They spent the next few minutes giggling about all the dirty puns that would crop up, and then decided it was too funny to not do it. Thus, there was a new member of the family; Coochie. And the mirth had somewhat placated the impasse about the kitten, so the rest of the day passed pleasantly. Libby needed to have the name explained to her when she popped in, which also made Jodie feel a little better. If someone as free-spirited as her neighbour couldn't make the dirty connection, then maybe it would end up being a fun private joke. So all in all it'd been a good day, Jodie concluded as she perched on the corner of the bed running a brush through her hair. David had passed out like a light when his head hit the pillow, his new toy still in his hand, and Coochie curled up in his half-open sock drawer. No doubt there'd be some mess to clean up in the morning, but for now, the soothing strokes of the brush were making her sleepy and content. She looked up when the door opened slowly and saw the engorged bulge in Jake's jeans before she saw him. His cock was straining hard against the denim, and she couldn't take her eyes off of the shape as he strode towards her. When he came to a halt, she caught a waft of the heat from his crotch, and the scent of his arousal tickled her nose as she watched him unbuttoning his fly purposefully. His hands snaked in and pulled it out, the tip swollen, every single vein beneath the skin pumped full with his hardness. She let him take the brush from her hand, and loved the way his fingers snaked into her hair and pulled it tight behind her head, urging her face towards his rock hard cock. She stuck out her tongue and pushed the flesh into the soft vein on the underside, letting him guide her head up the length, tasting him greedily as his heat coursed through it. He manoeuvred her mouth to the tip, and she engulfed it with her lips, making it wet as she swished her tongue around and over it. Then she let the pressure of his hands push her down the shaft, feeling it glide over her tongue and stretch her cheeks. Still he insisted, guiding her head down further, until her lower lip was tickling against his hairy balls. "Play with your tits," he instructed with a husky whisper, and she readily obliged, taking each one in her hands and massaging them, paying attention to her engorged nipples as her breaths gasped over his cock. Then she felt what she'd been waiting for, as his fingers gripped her head and his hips began to thrust, pulling his prick out and pushing it back in with wet slurping strokes. She loved the way he fucked her mouth, and moaned her approval, sending the vibrations through his shaft that she knew made his balls swell. As his pace and forcefulness gathered pace, she knew the gripping fingers in her hair meant she was about to get her creamy prize. His cock grew even bigger against her tongue and his rasping breathe above her announced the moment, just as his prick twitched and sent a thick stream of hot spunk into the back of her throat. His hands held her head in place, as he twitched a few more ribbons into her mouth, and she gladly swallowed them back as he released his grip. She slipped her mouth off his length with a loud plopping slurp. It'd been a while since he'd done that, and she was incredibly ready for the follow up. After he'd fucked her face, she loved how he threw her legs over his shoulders and knelt down at her pussy with a hungry tongue, licking and probing until she came. She let her weight fall back on to the bed, and propped herself on her elbows, looking up at him expectantly. Jake blew her a kiss, and spun on his heels before disappearing into the bathroom. She swore to herself when she heard him step in to the shower, and kicked off her clothes angrily. She was still steaming when he fell into bed beside her and immediately rolled on to his side to sleep. The buttons on her Kindle clicked loudly, and she hoped it would keep him awake, but soon his snoring was drowning out their noise. Her dreams were odd and unnerving, as they always were when she slept on anger. But as she came to, she felt him spoon up beside her, his warm embrace a pleasant surprise. The tiny kisses he planted on her shoulder were nice too, but it didn't exactly make up for his antics. And when he whispered his revelation in to her ear, she was so dumbfounded she merely kicked the covers away and stormed in to the bathroom. Her hands dialled down the hot water; she needed to cool down. How could he? A conference? That weekend of all weekends? "Conference my ass," Fred had typed. She knew what he was inferring, but she was still too incensed that he'd be away for their tenth anniversary to even contemplate he might be lying. The air had been frosty in the house for three days, not that Jake had even noticed. He just carried on like nothing had happened, and the more she left the argument festering inside, the more vitriolic her rehearsals of it became. And all the while Fred was whispering in her ear, poking the embers and keeping her angry fires burning. She knew why of course; whenever he mentioned it, she wanted to take her mind off of it, and that meant the camera came on and his cock came out. There was something hypnotic about watching him play that really did temporarily make her forget, and if she was honest with herself, really made her quite wet. Which is why she let him say these things about Jake. She knew he was doing it to get his rocks off, but she liked seeing it. And there was an element of truth in his accusations. She was sure of it. Why else would he sneak away on their anniversary? "Tell you what," Fred typed one afternoon as he gripped his thick shaft in one hand, "why don't we have dinner whilst he's away?" It felt spiteful to even consider it, and she resented Jake for even putting her in this position. It didn't seem right though, but for some reason she couldn't decide either way. She decided, as always when she felt like this, to leave it to fate. Heads, she'd go. Tails, she'd refuse.