Cookies & Cream Ch. 04

"Damn this pathetic society!" She growled, throwing away her work on the blue carpet floor. She took a peek at her window, watching the city of Orlando grew brighter as night arrived. At this time of night, the beautiful time deeply reminded her of a memory she wanted to erase. A childhood friend, filled with tears, told her what happened to her. She told something fathers should never done their own daughters. That thought made Megan grind her teeth to no end.

"Looking at Orlando, Dear?" Reginald said, taking off his glasses. Megan turned back to her partner who started to undress. "I was looking, Reginald, but I didn't see the lights. I was...distracted by something that reminded me of this."

Reginald blinked his blue eyes and removed his vest. "I see. Well, my lady, today was absolutely interesting. This fry cook defiantly reminds me of my college friend Peter. He was a ladies' man for sure. This Dutch lad...I deem him a lucky pervert."

"Why lucky, Reginald?"

"Well, it seems you were expecting him to land on your cute chi-chis." The statement made his partner blush with shock, covering her breasts. Her reaction made him chuckle as he put his striped blue shirt on the chair. "I'll be going to the shower, Dear. I'll make sure I'll make the water nice and hot for you."

When her partner left to the bathroom, Megan thought about that man. Reginald...why did he marry me? I do love him and I think of him as a friend and a romantic, but...she opened the drawer and found a bronze tin of ice cream Emma gave her. She sat down on the desk and opened the lid. There it was, just as the label said. The cream was yellow and filled with chocolate frosting, pudding custard and a little bit of the pastry itself. She was rather curious what it would taste like.

She went to the kitchen and found the silverware drawer, taking out a tall spoon. She sat on the chair around the island, placing the tin in front of her. Then, she opened her mouth, inhaled and took a bite on the delicious cream. That taste...it tasted like real Parisian éclair pastries she tasted while she was taking a French semester in the grand city herself. The taste brought her back as the she swallowed the cream into her throat.

She sighed after the taste warmed her whole body. It felt good eating that. In fact, it was so good, she thought about Reginald again. He was very kind and he was so charming. He still is to her. But then, she saw him undressing in front of her like an exotic dancer on the stage. The thought made her smile wide...and something else wet.

She stopped fantasizing, her eyes growing wide. She couldn't be thinking such thoughts about Reggie. He is too good for this sort of impurity. She closed her eyes and tries to think of something else, like that senator. That man did something that wasn't his wife. That made her angry. She took another bite of her éclair ice cream and thought about going into his house and give him hell. Yes, she wanted to teach him a lesson. Maybe she could throw him to the floor and kick his gonads hard until he sobs endlessly. Then she would go home, still excited, goes to Reggie and takes him...?

No...I can't think like this! Reggie is...a good guy. He's a nice guy. He even told me that my boobs were cute. But...would he say that after he would put his head between them and shake it to make them jiggle?

She crossed her legs, moaning from the thought of her Reggie becoming a wild beast as he takes her and ravages her wet loins. She blushed as she sat up, feeding herself another bite of éclair before standing up and walking to the bathroom. She slowly opened the white door with a lion's paw handle, seeing a massive bathroom. In the corner of the room was the shower and Reggie was in there...naked.

She was quite curious now, wanting to see her husband's nether area. She knew about the birds and bees when she was in high school, but all birds and bees were different. She wanted to see his pecker and his alone. She wondered what he was thinking while they were in their honeymoon. Was he ever pent up because of he never took advantage of her? Oh, she loved him so much. He was so patient with her. She must make amends to him.

"Reggie?" She said, unbuttoning her jacket. Her husband cried out, "I'll be out in a minute, Darling."

"Oh no, take your time, please..." She looked at her husband behind the glass and the view awed her. The water cascading on his sand flesh glistened through the light above him. His torso and chest made the Georgia born woman mouthed out 'glory' as he bathed it with a drenched wash cloth. For once, she was jealous of the peach cotton square that caressed his body. She wants to clean him now. "Reggie, what do you think about sex?"

"Sex?" He asked without reaction. She took off her white blouse and unhooked her pink laced bra as the calculating man replied, "Well, I view it as a part of life. Someday, when you're ready, we will partake it."

But I want you right now! "How about you, Reggie...how long have you been ready?"

Her question came to a surprise to him. Megan would never talk about things like that. She was a quiet person when he first met her. She was shy and very intelligent...and creative. "Let's not talk about sex for a moment. Do you remember the time you showed me your stone garden collection? It was absolutely unique; the most unique art I have ever seen. Oh Megan, your eye of art is...beautiful and imaginative. Your take on the Rose..." His banter ceased when his wife entered the shower room naked with a grin on her peach face. "Megan!"

"Reggie, my Rose is wilting. Will you tend it tonight?" She took her husband's hand and placed his fingertips right on her pink folds. The man was shocked as his wife brushed his hand with her wet lips forwards. "Megan...what's gotten into you?"

"In a moment, your cock." She whispered to him, as she looked down and finally saw her husband's member. She moaned as she lifted her arm and touched it. Her husband squirmed as she petted it gently. "You know, Reggie, we did travel a lot in Europe. I appreciate that. But you never actually took me at night in the bedroom. I...wonder now why you never took me?"

"You said you weren't ready," Reggie turned his head blushing, his member slowly rising from her groped hands. His wife leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're such a liar, darling. You were as nervous as me."

She pulled him close to her, feeling his wet back and pressing her small breasts on his chest as the hot water fell on them. She looked at her husband and hugged him. "Two years we've been married, Love, and not once have we actually touched each other. Are we that nervous to try this new venture?"

Reginald held his wife's hips, sighing in defeat. "That is very true, my dear. I heard stories from my co-workers. They say their first times were...awful. I really don't want you to complain about your first time."

"You never make a move because of your own anxiety?" She looked at his saddened eyes and her own began to soften. "Oh honey...you really are patient with me. And I...I too was nervous. I don't know what came over me, but," she felt her husband's tip pressing her pussy folds, making her squeal. "I'm absolutely ready now! Oh Reggie, take me right here!"

Reginald gripped his wife's hips, his mouth growled as he pushes his hardened member deeply inside her. The girth of his hot rod made her wail crumble. She held her husband, letting him stay there where he was. He was concerned for his darling as she shivered from the pain, her slender thighs trembling around his lap. "Are you all right, love?"

"Sweetie," Megan panted, caressing her husband's dripping chest, "how does my pussy feel around you?"

Reginald blinked as he felt his own member growing thick inside the woman's tight pink walls. "It's hot...your pussy is hot!" He squirmed, feeling something coming out of him. Megan pressed her excited breasts on his wet slippery chest. "Then keep moving, baby! I want you to move! Be my beast!"

The man growled and moved his shaky hips between her thighs, his pulsing cock grinding into her tight pink walls. She moaned from this new sensation, her heart pumping faster. She scratched his shoulders as he felt bolder, leaning over her cute boobs and put his head between them, shaking his head vigorously. That made her scream.

"Yes! Fuck, Reggie!" Megan cried. This made Reginald snap his head up to her. "Megan...you said something so derogatory!" He remarked with a shocked pale face. Megan, gasped and closed her mouth. "Oh God! Did that turn you off?"

The man stood up and grinned. "It looks like somebody needs a spanking." He chuckled like a child and gave his wife a wet slap on her round, hot ass. She gasped and her blue eyes boggled, panting a little as he reached the soap rack and lathered his hand with his blue body wash. "It's time you need to be clean, my precious, starting with your dirty booty."

Megan trembled as she felt her horny hubby turned her around and bend her over, placing himself right behind his shaking beloved. He raised his hand and smacked her rosy ass, making her moan louder before sliding his long pulsing member back within her. Megan made a huge smile, wailing for Ravishing Reginald as he pounded her and slapped her willing ass with his lathered hand. Before he went further, he reached under her and put his hand on her heart, feeling it beating in a rapid rate. He smiled.

The warm water fell on Megan's bare back as her hubby's chubby plowed into her deeply, his hands firmly on her sculpted hips. She tried to keep her balance on the stall as she felt weaker from Reginald's deep thrusts. Her walls just gyrated on his moving thick hot rod. To make her body even weaker, one of his hands lowered beneath her and rubbed her swelling clit. She couldn't take this anymore, and neither did he. They both moaned loudly and climaxed as one, exchanging their hot juices.

After that moment of stillness, Reginald rinsed his love's blushing body. He looked at her, feeling very gratified about their intimacy. After he turned off the water, he slid open the door and took one of the towels from the nearest rack. "Here, Megan," he said to his still dazed wife, drying her body. "I want to give you my appreciation for giving me such an encouragement to take you. It's really quite a thrill I hope we could do this again soon."

The wife chuckled softly, slowly rising from the wall and hold on to him. "My sweet Ravishing Reginald...I know you are lactose intolerant, but I have that ice cream on the kitchen counter to thaw. Do you want to try a bite?"

"Oh darling, it's probably half melted!" He wrapped his towel around his tight waist and exited the bathroom. He arrived to the kitchen and found the pint tin on the counter just as his wife said. It was slightly melted, only beads of liquid yellow on the top were apparent. "Hmm," he said to himself, observing the tin. "Well, it still looks good. Perhaps...perhaps this one taste wouldn't hurt." He dabbed his fingertip into the light yellow cream with a dot of frosting on the center. Then, he licked it. One...tiny...lick...that was all it took to hit him...and not what he expected.

Twenty seconds later, he yelled out, "Megan? Megan?? MEGAN!!" He covered his embarrassed boner as his wife ran over to him, grinning all over as she tackled him. The couple fell on the terra cotta floor, his wife ripped his tower and saddled herself on top of him. "Want me to take care of your problem?"

The man flushed red from his wife's smart comment before she started to jump on his now thick and pulsing hard on. "Dammit, Megan, that was your plan, wasn't it? You know that, that...dessert is some sort of..." He made a remarkable "eureka" face as he realized what the ice cream was. "My God..." The man said, coming back from his cloud, looking at his wife, bouncing and huffing with water dripping from her body and her wet hair flying. "Mr. Mersfield...you devil! You actually made this frozen delicacy more appealing. With this, you're the first man to make ice cream as a sex booster! My wife would never bring this on her own. Because of this boost, she could be more ferocious and fearless to have what she wants!"

"Reggie!" She calls to her lover. "Reggie! I want to violate you!"

"You are violating me." He claimed before he felt his own hips pushing upwards inside his love's hot pink walls, his swelled sack slamming on her lips. "Oh dear..." He went pale as he grabbed her hips with his urges to cum again. "My organ...it's doing the deed on its own I'm afraid!"

"Oh no! If your organ keeps moving like this...I'm gonna go crazy!"

"Fuck, woman, go crazy on me! Whatever you do, don't hold back!"

Let me tell you something, boys and girls; the faithful Megan obeyed her husband and became Ye Old Faithful. Course, their venture didn't end there. After the big climax, the couple turned each other over and tried more positions. Legs over shoulders, the scissors, sideways, hell, they even tried the 69 in the kitchen. Wow! I'll bet they wanted to try that often. After the kitchen experiment, it was straight to bed...but they weren't even tired just yet.

Reggie carried his horny, giggling wife to the soft bed and gave her the beginning of their sexual escapades in years to come. His raging cock grinding greedily inside her, making her scream in ecstasy, yelling his name as she slapped his moving ass. She spread her legs and start to move with him, swaying her hips madly and drove her husband wild. Both bodies perspired and their mouths filled with drool as they pounded each other to the brink of ultimate cosmic orgasm. Once they entered the bright, spiritual paradise, the trembling, the screaming, the last slam echoed as they both came wildly and heavily.

This pleasuring the man and his wife created lasted for about six hours. They slept side by side holding one another and dreamed peacefully. The next morning, the Pontiac car parked right in front of the diner once again. The bank manager in a cool gray business suit walked with a new swagger as she entered the buzzing place. When she Emma gathering the menus, she rushed to her and grinned at her. "Good morning!" She said with rosy cheeks. "Good news; your loan has been approved!"