Returning the Favor

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Hi, I’m Kathy, you met my husband earlier. He loves to go on about how lucky he is, well I should brag on him a bit too. I mean, sure, Wade can be forgetful and annoying and think that double g is a bra size but he has his good points too. I mean we are both in our forties and still screwing around like twenty year olds so he must be doing something right. I figured since Wade told you about me helping him one afternoon after work, I would tell you how he helped me most recently.

Christmas was always a big deal in my family. When my parents were alive, everyone ended up at their place for my Mom’s amazing Christmas dinner. Now that they are gone, as the eldest child and the one with the most space, my house became the go to place.

My Mom must have been a saint. I mean, full on up there right now with a halo and harp making dinner for Jesus level saint, for putting up with all of us in her house. The stress started before my family started to arrive. I’m one of three sisters. There’s Rachel and her husband Allen and their daughter, and there’s Nicole and ‘the guy she has been dating for fifteen years and has three kids with but still won’t marry because why label everything’ named Carl. Rachel and Nicole were twins, two years younger than me, and completely different from each other. Rachel is twice as conservative as any Fox News talking head and Nicole is still waiting for the second coming of Che Guevara. The only thing they agree on is how wrong I am about everything.

Two days before they arrive, I’m halfway finished with making six dozen cookies and loaves of banana bread and pumpkin bread and more. I had gotten behind on my baking and nearly burned a dozen cookies. My kids were at a friend’s house and Wade had taken time off of work. I didn’t know he was up yet; I was hand washing a mixing bowl in the sink when I felt him come up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. He nuzzled into my neck and I felt his morning wood press against my butt.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt that I was wearing.

“I woke up and you were gone. I had an early Christmas gift for you.”

“You can’t call something a Christmas gift when I get it all year round.” I say as he finally gets the shirt completely open. His hands come up and grip my large saggy g cup breasts. I moan as he lifts them, it feels good having them supported against gravity in his soft but firm grip.

“Would you like me to stop? I mean since you are so tired of it.”

“Mmmm, don’t you dare.”

His left hand slides down over my belly and I help him by lifting my skirt so he can run his fingers through the black curls on my venus mound. He presses against the fleshy mound, rubbing his fingers deep into the tissue, then closes his fingers, trapping strands of my pubic hair, and pulls it up. Not hard, just enough so that the skin moves up before he reverses course and rubs back down to grind his fingers in again.

I let out a sharp cry and grip the edge of the sink, bracing myself up with my arms as he keeps kissing the thin skin on the back of my neck, tweaking my nipples, and massaging the outside of my pussy.

Suddenly his hands are gone and I moan at their loss, but thrill at the sound of his boxers hitting the floor. Between kisses on my neck and nibbling my earlobes, he begs me to please bend over some more. I comply and am rewarded when I feel him grab my ass and guide himself into my vagina. He pushes in slowly, allowing me to feel every millimeter. The girth on him fills me completely, I don’t have to clinch to ensure a tight grip on him, I just lean forward a bit more so he can go deeper. When I do lean over my breasts dip into the warm and sudsy water in the sink, I gasp at the way it feels on my nipples while the head of his cock brushes my g-spot.

Once he’s all the way inside he just grinds against me, making small movements to really let me feel all of him. He knows it makes me hotter when he teases me like that. I push back into him and start fucking myself on his dick while he just stands there, gripping my butt cheeks hard with his fingers, playing with the ample flesh on display.

The house phone I keep to the right of the sink begins to ring and I look in amazement as Wade snatches it up.

“What are you doing!” I whisper yell. He must have checked the caller ID because he tells me it is Rachel calling.

“It can wait. I’m busy at the moment.” I say as I push back against him hard, trying to distract him.

He gives a bit of a grunt and I hear the smile on his face as he says, “You never know, it could be important.”

Then the bastard turns on the phone. I’m so frustrated that he’s ignoring me I could kill him, after he started this whole thing. I start to work myself off of him when I feel his arm come around my waist and he thrusts into me hard.

“Hey Rachel, it’s Wade. What can I do for you?” he says casually, like there’s nothing in the world on his dick. I try to squirm away but he’s holding me too tight, he bahis siteleri lets me pull off of him before he drags me back to fully insert himself into me. The sound of our thighs crashing together fills my ears and I just know Rachel can hear it too.

“Oh, you want to talk to Kathy? Let me see if I can find her around here somewhere.” He finishes his sentence with a hard thrust that fully pins me against the kitchen counter and I let out a yelp. “Found her, I’ll let you two gals talk it out.” he says and hands me the phone.

I try again to shove him off of me but he’s too strong. I do my best to keep my voice steady and say hello. Fortunately, Rachel is a talker. Wade picks up the pace, really starting to ride me as she goes on about her day. I think she mistakes the small moans I can’t fully suppress as me just saying ‘uh-huh’ to her banal drivel.

Part of me wants to kill Wade for this, the rest of me finds it super hot that my sister is now an unwitting voyeur to my sex life. It’s so kinky that I can feel my orgasm start to build up, like the thunder before the storm.

“I’m really busy with the cooking right now, uhhh, could I mmmaybe call you baack.” I manage to stammer out. The second I started to speak, Wade reached down from my waist and found my clit. Now he was giving me short, hard thrusts while rolling around the tiny nub and occasionally pressing the heel of his palm hard against my hairy mound.

“Oh, you aren’t catching a cold, are you? You really shouldn’t be making food if you are sick, you could end up having all of us catch what you have.”

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing and crying out my pleasure. Wade is doing a lot more than he normally will for a morning quickie, playing to his unaware audience.

“Not sick…concentrating…need to go.” I manage to get out before I have to cover my mouth with my free hand to try to stifle the scream that was building.

“Well that is actually why I called. You see I’m worried about Tori’s weight. She’s twelve now and already showing indicators of being chunky so I don’t want her around a lot of fats or sugar. You understand right? I mean after all you have always struggled…”

“Fine! Hanging up now!” I jam the button to disconnect the call and throw my head back, “Okay you dirty motherfucker! Pound the shit out of me! I’m sooo fucking close! I can’t believe you were fucking me while my sister was listening to us! That’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done! Now finish me up! You are going to make me cuuumm so hard! Are you going to cum with me baby? Are you going to explode in that tight pussy for me? Do it! Cum with meee!”

My mouth goes a little crazy when my orgasm is coming on, and I know my dirty talk drives Wade wild. He’s pounding me like a wild man, the sound of our flesh coming together echoes around the kitchen before finally being drowned out by our cries of release. We both slide down to the cool linoleum floor, I cuddle up with Wade, resting my head on his chest, listening to his heart still pounding and feeling his chest rise and fall as his breathing returns to normal. He rests his chin on the top of my head and absentmindedly strokes my hair and lightly rubs my back and shoulders.

Suddenly my head snaps up throwing Wade’s head into the cabinet under the sink, “That bitch!” I yell out.

“Something I missed?” he asks, rubbing the back of his head but laughing through the pain.

“Rachel! She says she is worried Tori is getting fat and doesn’t want me making any thing with fat or sugar! Then she has the audacity to say that I understand because I struggle with my weight!”

“No sugar or fat at Christmas? Is she chasing the wise men and trying to kill baby Jesus too?”

I turn around and glare at him. The bastard is smiling at his little joke. “That’s all you heard? Rachel is fat shaming her daughter and your wife and all you hear is no cookies for Wade?”

“Well I like to keep my priorities straight.” he says with a boyish grin and leans forward and plants a quick peck on my cheek. “As for the other thing, maybe Tori has gotten unhealthy in the past year? You never know.”

“And what about me?” I ask, a little more trepidation in my voice than I would like.

He pulls me in close and gives me a long, deep kiss.

“Are you happy with your size?”

“Mostly.”

“That’s all that matters then. I love you. If you decide you want to be model skinny, go for it, I’ll be right here helping you. Though if you ask my preference…” he reaches out and grabs my massive tits, squeezing them in his hands despite the soapy water still dripping from them and crushing them against me, making me moan, “I really like that my wife is a big girl. Give me another couple minutes and I’ll prove it.”

I peel his hands from my breasts and shake my head as my cellphone chimes with a text message. “I have to figure out what we will have to eat now that we can’t have food that tastes good and that is probably Becky saying that Mark and Andi are ready for pick up. Can you go get them?”

I make my way canlı bahis siteleri to a standing position, then reach down and offer him a hand up. He somehow manages to fall into my cleavage and gets lost. I’m laughing as I slap him on the back of his head and on his shoulders to drive him away from me. He stumbles away and it gives me a thrill to see his partially erect dick sticking out of his pants. All these years, two kids and the weight gain, and he still is turned on by my body. I walk over to my cellphone, thinking about telling him to stay for round two. I can feel his seed leaking out of me and down my inner thigh and it is erotic as all hell. I read the text message and all thoughts of more sex leaves my head in a string of expletives so long and complex that I couldn’t repeat it if I tried. It wasn’t Becky desperate for us to save her from our kids. It is my other sister Nicole, telling me that she has decided to eat healthier so has gone gluten free and if I would please cook accordingly.

Wade is smart and sneaks out of the house while I vent my anger on all the walls.

The next two days went by in a blur as I did my best to accommodate everyone’s dietary restrictions. A gluten, sugar, and fat free Christmas dinner is not an easy thing to do. Wade took care of the kids, which was a huge help, but I was so stressed out that we didn’t take care of each other. Now we have gone days without sex before, we aren’t nymphomaniacs. Normally, when he’s on vacation we are going at it like animals in the morning, all quick and needy, and after the kids are in bed at night, we go slow and passionate. I honestly can’t even say I noticed that we had stopped having sex, I just knew that everything had to be perfect for when they got here.

And then my family arrived. You see, Wade had the good sense to be an only child, his only family left were some cousins he calls once a year. My Mom used to tell me that I asked for siblings, I don’t remember that, but I guess I wasn’t a very smart two-year-old.

Rachel and her family arrived in the morning, four days before Christmas. Wade went and picked them up at the airport while I supervised Mark and Andi in straightening up the house. The front door flew open and in comes my sister. She is the opposite of me in almost every way. We both have black hair and are both around 5’9, though with the heels she is never without she stays around 6’1, letting her loom over everyone. She’s a skinny little scarecrow of a woman, the only time she wasn’t a size zero was when she was pregnant with Tori. Speaking of Tori, the poor girl looked miserable. There wasn’t more than bone and gristle to the poor thing. God only knows where Rachel saw fat. Then in came Allen, who after fourteen years with my dear sister was incredibly fit and thin, and had the same haunted look in his eyes you normally only saw in Vietnam veterans.

We all made our normal once a year pleasantries as I showed them to their room. “Wade moved a small queen size bed in here for ya’ll. Tori, you will be in another room with all of your cousins. I hope you don’t mind if I rely on you to look out for them as you are the eldest.”

“No problem Aunt Kathy, I’ve actually been looking forwar…”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible Kathy. I need Tori in here with us.” Rachel cut her daughter off in an imperious tone. The poor girl didn’t even protest, her shoulders just slumped down and she suddenly found the hallway rug very interesting.

“Come on dear, surely Tori can help Kathy with the younger kids?” Allen asked.

“I said no. Kathy, please ask your husband to bring in another bed for Tori.”

Five minutes! She’s only been in my house for five minutes and already I want to kill her! “I don’t think another bed will fit in that room.” I said hoping that will shoot down her objection.

Rachel looks into the room and literally turns her nose up at it. Wade and I took our time to move a bed, dresser, tv, and standing closet into our game room for her and Allen and this is the thanks we get.

“It is rather small…okay, Tori you can stay with your cousins. But Kathy, I am going to have to insist you put a padlock on the fridge at night.”

“The fuck?” I immediately regret cussing in front of Tori till I see her trying to stifle a laugh through the tears that started from her mom’s last statement.

“How dare you inflict your gutter talk on my daughter!”

“Sorry Tori, your Aunt said a bad word because your mother said something fucking nuts!” I say knowing it will cause me nothing but grief, but the guffaw that spills out of my niece is so worth whatever comes. Even Allen is grinning. Rachel just fixes me with her hardest glare.

In an octave that I’m sure disturbed dogs for miles, Rachel went on a diatribe about how much she hates me, my house, the state of society, etc. That was when Wade stumbled into the hallway holding a ton of luggage, “I just found Nicole pulling up outside. It looks like she and Carl have brought a guest.”

I see the look of confusion on Rachel’s face and know canlı bahis it must be mirrored by my own. Rachel and I both push past Wade to the front room, leaving the guys and Tori to figure out a place for the suitcases.

Running to the front window, I peek through the blinds. There is a brand-new cherry red minivan in my driveway. I see Nicole get out of the driver’s seat. She’s not much heavier than Rachel but she is always in baggy clothes to hide that trim figure. Then Carl gets out. It looks like he still gets to the gym if the muscles I can see stretching that tank top are anything to go by. Poor guy looks like he is losing his hair though. Then I see the three girls: Summer, Winter and Autumn, because children should have natural names. With those three feral girls I think I would have named them after hurricanes but that is just me.

Then I see who Wade was talking about. A tall young woman with big blonde hair, a low-cut pink blouse which barely contains her large tits, and if I’m not mistaken, the beginnings of a baby bump. I wish I could say I was shocked when she walked up to Nicole who immediately grabbed her in an embrace that started Pg-13 but was promising a hard R, and stuck her tongue down her throat. All this while Carl was trying to keep the three hellions from running into the street.

I also wish I could say I was shocked by Rachel’s reaction. Fortunately, I had already warned our neighbors Connor and Lemarr that they may hear some not so nice things yelled loudly from our house. Still, I’m not sure that my warning would be enough to prepare them from hearing a harpy shriek about being subjected to the satanic gay agenda. Seeing them in church after the holidays will be awkward.

The scene that then played out in my front yard, I wish I could say it wasn’t typical, but since we all became adults, we haven’t been able to get along. I had hoped we could have started to come together after our folks passed, but it doesn’t look like that will happen. Wade and Tori ran out to collect the three seasons, while Carl and Allen each grabbed their mate and had to carry them inside before someone called the cops. That left me with the new girl.

“My name is Veronica but everyone calls me Vee.” she said in this tv valley girl accent that made me want to remove my ears. I really hoped it was an act she would drop soon. Despite her voice she seemed to be really nice and outgoing. In ten minutes, I heard how she grew up in California, met Nicole at their farmers market, the two of them hit it off, and after several dates with Nicole and Carl they decided to become a throuple.

Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate the concept, lord knows there are times I wish I had a wife, but the word throuple just makes me cringe. It sounds like my kids as they start to vomit. Why do all the new terms for everything have to suck so much?

We wandered inside, Rachel and Nicole were still going at it, Allen and Carl had moved into a corner of the room to console each other, and Tori and my two kids were trying to keep the three seasons from breaking everything they could find. I’ve got to slip that girl a dozen cookies for all this.

“I’m really sorry I caused this problem, maybe I should leave until they calm down.”

“Till they calm down? Good lord, judgement day will come and go and hell will burn out before those two will stop. Didn’t Nicole tell you about her sisters?” I ask.

“No. I didn’t even know she had any family till she mentioned coming here. Don’t tell me she didn’t tell you all about me or our baby?”

I got a good laugh at that, “My baby sister wanted Rachel to have this reaction to you as much as Rachel wanted a reason to yell at Nicole. Just promise me you won’t name your baby Spring and you and I will get along fine.”

That seemed to make Vee a little more comfortable, though it was hard to relax at all with my sisters yelling more than one of Mark’s anime fight shows. That’s when Wade came in and made me fall in love with him all over again. I wanted to make a baby with him right there when he brought a tray of filled wine glasses into the room. And the man has a heavy pour, none of this third of a glass crap, the wine was a finger’s breadth from the rim. No telling how many bottles he went through for that. Both ladies shut up long enough to grab a glass and take a drink. All three of us have a thing for a good red wine. Turned out Wade had bought several bottles of merlot for just such an emergency. He even had a box of grape juice on the tray for Vee. I mouthed to him that I was going to ride him like a horse for this. He just gave me a big toothy grin.

Now that everyone had some alcohol in them, the tension just kind of left and we started to cautiously have a good time. Rachel can be a pleasant person when buzzed, Nichole stops trying to provoke everyone, and I start to relax.

Wade decides to stay sober with Vee and the kids and to monitor everyone else’s consumption. At tipsy we all get along fine, drunk and someone better call the cops. We just all sat around chatting about our lives. Rachel was beaming at the fact that Tori was a straight A student. Carl talked about how his three kids did in their school talent show while Nicole tried for over an hour to play the video off of her phone.

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