Which Wife? 01

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Which Wife? 01

Hello there, I’m Ben, I’m 22 and I don’t mind admitting that my upbringing was easier than some and maybe even most. I’m not saying that I walked around with a silver spoon in my mouth, but there were several sets of silver flatware in our house for entertaining purposes. I mean, mom, right? She had the means and it’s that she flaunted things, but she was always well known for being the best entertainer in Middleton.

And I’ll even admit that she was very instrumental in helping me launch my popular and growing lawn care business. I employ more than a few people, I have good equipment, I have a nice shop to operate out of, but I swear to you that I’m doing it on my own now, although mom gets full credit for getting me where I am.

So, hello there, I’m Ben, I’m 22 and I’m making my own way through life. I mean, yeah, I still go home plenty, but, well, who doesn’t go back to home to visit with mom, right?

Especially when “mom” is one of the most loved and entertaining women in Middleton, right? And before you hammer on me, you know, attend one of her socials first either at her home on the river or any of her other events at the community center and then we’ll talk.

Oh, yeah, sure, I’ll be happy to admit that I visit mom a lot just for her socials. I mean, food, beverages, gossip, women, women and women, so.

“Whoa, whoa there, Ben, where are you getting off to? Aren’t you sticking around for your mother’s garden tea party this afternoon?”

“Oh, hey, Mrs. Andrews, um, no, I’m not sneaking away just yet, it’s just that with all the entertaining that mom does, well, I sort of keep my old bedroom active for a change of clothes and stuff. I mean, I won’t miss too much gossip if I’m gone for just a few minutes, right Mrs. Andrews, LOL?”

“Oh, well, LOL, it’s on a repeat cycle anyways from table to table, Ben, so you won’t miss too much as long as you hurry, so.”

“Well, I won’t be long, but just to catch me up before I duck into my old bedroom, I mean, I may have heard that Mrs. Brewer tried to bang her lawn care guy, but that didn’t go so well because Mrs. Brewer didn’t understand what it meant to be an Apple Pie Wife and all, so.”

“Oh, well huh, aren’t you Betty’s lawn care guy, Ben? And just what is an Apple Pie Wife then?”

“Oops, I’ve said too much, Mrs. Andrews, but Mrs. Bailey is not Apple Pie Wife material.”

“Well, everyone knows that Betty is pretty much a cold fish, but not everyone is like that, so, I mean, what makes a good Apple Pie Wife then, Ben?”

“Oh, um, everyone has their tastes, Mrs. Andrews, but my perfect Apple Pie Wife would be someone who is willing to prove to me in person that she’s still got enough game to wear undies and only undies under her tea party dress, so.”

“Oh, I see, Ben, so something like a certain someone who wouldn’t have a problem lifting her dress for a moment or two just to prove that the bare skin from her ankles goes all the way up to her undies, which then disappears under a little triangle, which also might be undies that one would expect to be worn by a much younger woman then Ben?”

“Ah-hah! So, you’ve read ahead in the Apple Pie Wife rulebook then, Mrs. Andrews!”

“LOL, I mean, LOL, men, right? They hated geometry in school, but end up living for little triangles for the rest of their lives, LOL.”

I mean, Mrs. Andrews passed the Apple Pie Wife entry exam, right? She engaged in playful pillow with me while talking to me in backyard and didn’t slap me across the face, so we kept talking and walking right into my old bedroom, which still has a door lock on it and continued on her side of the oral exam.

[Gulp, slurp, slurp, ow, ow, hm, hm, ug, ha, ha, ooh, gulp, slurp, ummah, umma, oh, ow, ow, gulp, gulp.]

“Ahh, ahh, ooh, ooh, Apple Pie Wife, Apple Pie Wife, it’s over, it’s over, Mrs. Andrews!”

[Gulp, swallow, gulp, gulp, swallow, swallow, gulp, slurp, gulp, gulp.]

“Oh, Mrs. Andrews, you’re an amazing Apple Pie Wife!”

“Then kiss me, Ben and confirm me as your Apple Pie Wife.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, umma, mwah, ow, ow, ag, ag, ag, ah, ug, ug, ug, ummah, mwah.]

“Thanks for letting me slip completely out of my dress, Ben and thanks even more for not freaking out when I completely slipped out of my dress, LOL.”

“Oh, Mrs. Andrews, there is nothing wrong with your body and I’m happy to have you as my Apple Pie Wife for sure, but you should know that we’re about to do it raw and all.”

“Well, let’s hope that by my sucking the first nut out of you helps out with all of that Ben because I haven’t gone through the “phase” just yet. And by the way, if a good Apple Pie Wife talks dirty, um, don’t pull out. Well shoot, that wasn’t very dirty at all, was it?”

“Oh, with how well you passed the oral exam, Mrs. Andrews, you get one do over before we engage in the physical fitness side of things, so????”

“Ugh, um, Ben, I want to be a good Apple Pie Wife for you and I want you to leave your fat stick cock in me until well after you finish İstanbul Escort up with things and I’m willing to leave at least one small drip trace of your man juice visible on one of my legs for the rest of the garden tea party.”

Well, every Apple Pie Wife has to start somewhere, right? And that wasn’t all that bad anyways, so. And I didn’t have to ask or tell Mrs. Andrews to crawl up on my old bed while on her hands and knees, but it looked very inviting to me, so, I aimed and stepped forward.

“Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, well, Ben, Ben, that’s thick, Ben, whoa, oh, I wish I had met you, well, shoot, you weren’t born yet when I should have met and OMG, OMG, Ben, Ben, that’s thick baby! Whoa, oh, oh, Ben, it feels you’re totally stretching me out, Ben!”

Well, don’t get too excited folks, I’m no better than average, I suppose, but I think it had been a while for my new Apple Pie Wife, Mrs. Andrews. But in my favor, LOL, I was 22, so I had something to bring to the party, right?

“OMG, Ben and you’re going to thrust into me too, baby? Push it, Ben, push into me like I’m your only Apple Pie Wife, Ben, ooh, ooh, I should have picked these apples some time ago, Ben.”

“Roll your hips, Apple Pie Wife, whip and roll with me!”

“Anything you want, Ben, anything you want, just don’t pull that fat stick cock out of my wet pussy!”

You see, here’s the thing about having sneaky secret sex in your old bedroom on a Saturday afternoon, LOL, it’s great! And slippery! Which makes it easy to speed things up.

“Ag, ag, ag, pound me, Tiger, ooh, ooh, ooh, whoa, uh, uh, uh, roll with me Ben, roll with me as I roll back on you, baby.”

“Ooh, um, um, ugh, ugh, if I release inside of you, Mrs. Andrews, then, ooh, ooh, um, um, um.”

“Then I’m your Apple Pie Wife forever, baby, so release, Darren, tag me, lover, ow, ow, ow.”

[Slap, slap, spank, spank, slap, smack, smack, slap.]

“Do it, Ben, do me deep and leave me with your juicy man sauce, Ben.”

Oh, I did it deep, alright, but I think that’s just a natural reaction when the balls boil over, right?

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, umma, mwah, ow, ow, ag, ag, ag, ah, ug, ug, ug, ummah, mwah.]

“Call me, Ben, but I really to get back out to the party and all, so.”

“Nylons next time, Mrs. Andrews, nylons and a garter, alright?”

“Ooh, um, next time as in next weekend at the “Save the Lady Bugs” fund raiser that your mom will be sponsoring at the Community Center, Ben? Like Moulin Rouge for quick access, baby?”

“Well, there are certain expectations from an Apple Pie Wife and all, so.”

“(Mwah), bye lover and thanks.”

You know, I’m not trying to sound like a guy, but the quick exits are the best. I mean, if we were in bed together, that would be different, but with the behind the party scenes sex, well, a quick exit is just better, that’s all.

“Oh, um, Ben, um, LOL, you look a little shook up for some reason, but listen Ben, your mother is awfully busy with her “I’m the perfect party host” duties and all, so would you happened to know if she keeps any artificial sugar in her kitchen? I mean, real sugar and a woman of my age, right?”

“Oh, hey, Mrs. Banister, um, you mean like those little pink packets?”

“Exactly. Well, there is a yellow packet too, but either would work me (and my figure), so?”

Well, I didn’t know much about this and that when it came to sugar or sugar substitutes, but I did know where there was a small woven basket of pink and yellow packets were, so I walked Mrs. Banister into the kitchen, after performing one of those eye scans around the party and held one up in each hand so Mrs. Banister could make her own choice.

“Yellow in my left hand and Pink in my right hand, Mrs. Banister, so?”

“Oh, huh, um, well, I wouldn’t mind a packet of the young man in the middle, but I prefer the pink sugar substitute, so.”

“Alright then, pink on the inside it is, then.”

“Oh, oh my, I mean, whew, I mean, I mean, Ben, I mean, what would the Yellow represent then if it’s all pink on the inside?”

“Oh, that’s easy, Mrs. Banister, Yellow represents a committed Banana Split Wife who proves that it’s still pink on the inside no matter how long she has been 38, so.”

“Oh, wow, I mean, it’s hot inside of the house, am I right, Ben? I mean, huh, a Banana Split Wife, eh? Ah, I mean, that’s a peeled banana and a couple of balls of ice cream, right Ben?”

“Well, a good Banana Split Wife wouldn’t forget about the whipped cream and all, so.”

“I mean, I mean, Ben, oh my, I mean, I mean, can one still be a good Banana Split Wife even if she hasn’t peeled a banana for a while? Or shaken the can of whip cream?”

Well, I figured that my old bedroom still probably smelled like sex (because it was that good and sloppy with my Apple Pie Wife), so I came up with plan B, LOL, the laundry room. Also, I really didn’t know how well the cleanup job that my Apple Pie Wife gave me worked. I mean, was there a scent lingering or not, right? I mean, checking Anadolu Yakası Escort that is nowhere in the man handbook.

Also, huh, I was going to be happy with a whipped cream hand job beside the washing machine, but my new Banana Split Wife wanted no part of that. And by the way, ah, Mrs. Banister had done that before! I mean, just fishing me out and dropping to her knees was a breeze.

“Well, he was still my hubby, so I did do some things, Ben, but give me some credit for not forgetting the proper mechanics, right Ben?”

“Oh, oh, as my favorite Banana Split Wife, Mrs. Banister, you’re getting more than your fair share of credit!”

“Are you sure, Ben? I mean, I remember the hubby popping off so much faster than this.”

[Gulp, slurp, slurp, ow, ow, hm, hm, ug, ha, ha, ooh, gulp, slurp, ummah, umma, oh, ow, ow, gulp, gulp.]

“Fine, you called me out, Mrs. Banister. I knew that I was going to make a move on you today, so fine, I jacked off to make things last longer!”

“Ahh, Ben, that was thoughtful of you, sweetie.”

[Gulp, slurp, slurp, ow, ow, hm, hm, ug, ha, ha, ooh, gulp, slurp, ummah, umma, oh, ow, ow, gulp, gulp.]

“OMG, OMG, but Mrs. Banister, it’s not working, OMG, OMG, my Banana Split Wife wins!”

[Gulp, swallow, gulp, gulp, swallow, swallow, gulp, slurp, gulp, gulp.]

“See? I still have it, right Ben? Just let me lick this monster clean for you so that you don’t wander around the party smelling like you just got sucked off by your Banana Split Wife in the laundry room.”

[Slurp, slurp, lick, lap, lap, lap, lick, slurp, lick, kiss, kiss, kiss.]

“So, Ben?”

“Well Banana Split Wife, I still wouldn’t mind comparing your whipped cream hands to my whipped cream hands someday, but I think I like the way you peeled my banana, so.”

“(Mwah), I need to go back outside, sweetie, but PS, (I might take it in the butt, babe), so (Mwah).”

See folks? See what I mean about the quick exit thing being the best thing? I mean, again, if we were in a bed together, I would have snuggled and cuddled, right? But the quick exit thing is still the best thing.

“Hey, Mrs. Conner, um, that looks like a pretty stiff drink that you just poured for yourself at the bar, so is everything alright? I mean, you look a little perplexed. OMG, did you hear some gossip that upset you?”

“Oh, oh, Ben, hi Ben, and um, well, I like my drinks stiff. LOL, and the lates gossip isn’t all that upsetting and it’s, LOL, very much in your favor, but I am perplexed. You know, my mind just trailed off to the future and all, so. Oops, sorry (mwah), I almost forgot that I always embarrass you with a kiss in front of your mom’s friends, so (mwah).”

“But Mrs. Conner, your present and future are amazing! I mean, you always seem to have your feet firmly planted on the ground and your Gift Shop uptown always has customers in it and it’s none of my business, but you and the hubby, right?”

“Well, the business is doing well, but that’s not the future I was worried about. I mean, your mom will be hosting her annual Luau party in less than a month and well Ben, I want to wear one of those Luau party bikini tops, but I’m not a woman of my age should do that.”

“Oh, um, you mean like a Sea Shell or a Coconut type bikini top, Mrs. Conner? And you really didn’t say one way or the other if Mr. Conner still has any the old “ugh, ugh, ugh” left in him, not that’s it’s any of business.”

“Oh, geez, don’t even bring a Sea Shell top into all of this (gulp). The girls who work for me in the Gift Shop are apparently tempting me with a Coconut Bikini top and that’s enough (gulp). Freshen my drink up for me please, Ben.”

Oh, um, sure, not that mixing cocktails has ever been my thing, but sure, I mean, you tip this bottle for a moment and then you tip that bottle for a moment, right?

[Sip]

“HOLY that’s a cocktail snap, Ben!

“Oh, sorry, Mrs. Conner, but I mostly know how to twist the cap off of a beer or pull the tab. But listen, people have what they have when they are 20 and then they have something a little different when they are 30 and along comes 40, I mean 38 and then they have all that, but it’s still all good, right? I mean, you’re, um, busty and you seem to be, um, lifted and all, so?”

“Well, I am blessed, but trust me, the lift comes from the bra that I’m wearing and trust me when I say that the Coconut bikinis that my staff ordered don’t offer the same, um, lift as you say. LOL, they’re fricking molded plastic cups and terribly uncomfortable!”

“Oh, so you tried one on then, Mrs. Conner?”

“Well, yes, yes, I did, Ben.”

Now, I totally understood what Mrs. Conner was talking about. I mean, the woman has a lot of flesh on her chest and stuffing them into plastic molded cups wasn’t going to be very comfortable. I mean, the girls who work for her are barely 20 and they can easily wear such novelty bikinis (which now I’m day dreaming about), but there are always other alternatives, right?

“Alright, Mrs. Kartal Escort Conner, let’s address the Elephant in the room. You’re well beyond the point being able to fit comfortably into any such novelty Coconut Bikini, but what if we find another way for you to bring the Luau spirit to the party?”

“Well Ben, I’m listening as well as this 150-proof cocktail you made for me will let me listen, so????”

“All I’m saying is that there must be hundreds of one-piece Luau themed bikinis available and I bet we could find one that was imprinted with Sea Shells or Coconuts or whatever. I mean, we could slip into the Den right now and take a quick search on the internet and come up with a few ideas in no time flat!”

I mean, internet search engines are amazing, right? Type in a few key words and poof! Also, LOL, having a slightly intoxicated women leaning over your shoulder while you search the millions of pages that come up is also poof!

“Hmmm, still day dreaming about Darci and Marci, then Ben? I mean, I think you should push the chair back just a little further from the desk and all, so????”

“Oh, well, everyone loves Darci and Marci, but his is all about my Coconut Bikini Wife right now, so.”

“Oh, um, are you considering me as your Coconut Bikini Wife right now, Ben?”

Oh, huh, so one just pops out that easily and quickly then? I mean, poof?

[Hmm, hmm, brr, brr, ow, ow, suckle, suckle, smooch, oh, oh, yum, yum, num, num, brr, brr, brr.]

LOL, I don’t mean to laugh, but LOL, she had to hold it and LOL, point it at me, but it was cool.

“Don’t ignore the left one, Ben, we should practice equal opportunity and all, so.”

[Hmm, hmm, brr, brr, ow, ow, suckle, suckle, smooch, oh, oh, yum, yum, num, num, brr, brr, brr.]

“Um, I think I see where you’re going with the searching on the web and I will have the girls look around for something appropriate for me wear at your mom’s upcoming Luau party, so????”

“Well, as my Coconut Bikini Wife, I mean, we should just take a few minutes in my old bedroom to make sure, you know, that everything still works and all Mrs. Conner, so.”

Oh, and when I said “to make sure that everything still worked”, I meant do they sway, do they hang properly, is tea bagging a real thing and without the lifting bra, well, just where do the nipples land, right?

“LOL, so what’s the verdict, Ben? Does your Coconut Bikini Wife still have functional titties? Also, huh, I think that one of the horny old men at the party must have snuck into your old bedroom and used it recently! I mean, I smell sex, don’t you, Ben?”

“Oh, more tea bagging and less smelling, Coconut Bikini Wife.”

[Hmm, hmm, brr, brr, ow, ow, suckle, suckle, smooch, oh, oh, yum, yum, num, num, brr, brr, brr.]

“Well, I mean, ugh, um, I just going to sit on this thing, alright Ben?”

No, no, no, LOL, I rammed it upwards to answer that question, so.

“Oh, Ben, woo, woo, Ben, wow, OMG, let me do a little of the work, babe. I mean, it’s been a while, but I remember a few things, ooh, ooh, Ben, Ben, whew, oh, oh, I submit to being your Coconut Bikini Wife, Ben, I submit.”

Well, the position worked. I mean, we both met in the middle just fine and well, I still had my own personal brand of tea going on, so.

[Hmm, uhf, uhf, yum, thrust, brr, grr, slurp, thrust, hump, slurp, ow, ow, hmm, ummah, ugh.]

“(Mwah), that was amazing, young mister Ben, so mwah.”

Now, I know what I said a couple of times earlier and I’m a man of my word, so we snuggled for a few minutes in my old bed afterwards. I mean, Mrs. Conner kind of collapsed on me and trapped me under her, but it was very pleasant. Also, LOL, her boobs wrapped around like a pair of trapping fingers, so.

Oh, um, and then snuggling means talking too then, huh?

“Fine Ben, the hubby has been hanging out at the faggot flop house for quite some time now, so I’m only a Coconut Bikini Wife for you then. And don’t even go thinking too much about things. I don’t own a strap on dildo to do my hubby in the butt! I mean, I own one and I have used it on Maggie Matthews in the front once, but that was just an experiment, so.”

LOL, I mean, mature people parties, right? I mean, yeah, I’d like to see the security camera video on all that, but still, right? The things that the next generation up must do behind closed doors!

“Alright, Stud, I mean, I should get back out to your mom’s garden tea party before I become the next gossip topic, but listen, um, do I deserve the title of Coconut Bikini Wife? I mean, I’m not wearing one and all I did was to the let the girls out for you suckle on and then you, sit on your hard dick and all, so?”

“Yeah, but, Mrs. Conner, our topic was Luau themed bikinis and all, so yes, you are officially my new Coconut Bikini Wife now. Besides, the three one-piece leotard style swim suits that we book marked for Darci and Marci will bring it all home in a few weeks, so.”

“Oh, so Ben, did you have a favorite then?”

“Well, the orange themed sunset with the palm trees that looked like the sides rode way up over your very shapely hips and all, so.”

“(Mwah), I need to go, babe, but, I mean, does a Coconut Bikini Wife, well, I really liked sitting on your dick, if that can be our thing or something (mwah).”

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