Matt came to. He did not remember how exactly he got there but he was back at the porch. He also did not remember how he just so happened to be standing and leaning by a wooden post when he awoke but he was there, nevertheless.It was daytime. Although the sun shone high in the sky with barely a cloud in sight, he did not feel the heat. It wasn’t humid either. Something he was told to expect around these parts, especially that they lived by the river. On the contrary, he felt the cool breeze just moments after the trees or their branches swayed. It felt peaceful to him, his sense of accomplishment only adding, confirming, that despite all the sacrifices he did right by his family. Most of all, he kept his promise to himself.He spied a figure clad in a black shirt, black jeans, with a black trench coat approach from the opposite end. He seemed to be struggling to keep his breath as he looked around. He had a bag. It was heavy, judging from the way he carried himself. The figure took t

“That’s it, I’m done,” said Emmy cozying up to Matt who was watching the evening news on the couch, “I think, it’s time to warm up the bed,” she added with a sly smile.“A wonderful idea that is,” he answered, “if only the girls were already asleep.”“Oh, they’d be asleep soon enough. They’ve been running around the house all day,” Emmy answered back, hugging her husband’s neck.“Tell you what, why don’t you go ahead and freshen up a bit, yeah? You know, maybe put on those special… things you keep for special occasions?”“Hmmm, how you talk! Go on,” Emmy encouraged, pulling him close.“I’m just gonna finish my beer here, I’m gonna nurse it till the last drop for as long as I can. As soon as the giggles of the little rascals die down, you can bet your fabulous ass I’ll be comin’ up and we be doin’ a lil’ bed-warming to cap this housewarming.”“Oooh, I like the sound of that,” said Emmy as she got up, planting a kiss on her husband’s cheek.“You’d like that don’t you?” Matt echoed.“Mmm

Emmy felt like she needed to reciprocate and wanted to give him a sloppy blowjob. She knew how much he loved it. Especially when he did not have to worry about her getting her share of the sinful pie. Matt seemed to have other plans. Right after making her orgasm, he proceeded to mount her. She almost bounced from the bed when the tip of his manhood grazed her still sensitive clit. Slowly rubbing the thickness of his dick along her slit, Matt continued in a sawing motion until he gained a raging erection.With the lights off, and Matt taking command, there was nothing else to do but feel. And feel she did. Emmy brought her hands up to embrace him by the neck. She wanted to feel him close to her, hear his breath turn into grunts as he increasingly lost himself in her. She wanted to feel his heart pound madly as he tried to pound her faster and harder, all while she controlled the distance at which he could withdraw his hips. Emmy brought her legs up and locked them over the base of his

More than twenty minutes had already passed since Matt left but no one has come down yet. Emmy was almost done with the dishes for breakfast. Fried eggs, toasted bread, and veggie bacon were on the menu. An assortment of spreads was already on the table. Once cooking was done, Emmy went over to the coffee maker to brew fresh coffee for her and Matt. Then, she put out juice on the table for the kids.Hearing no sounds coming from upstairs yet, Emmy sat down on a chair that faced a window. Her attention began to wander as she looked at the trees that provided a natural wall around the house, their leaves peacefully obeying the command of the light wind that blew from the river behind the house. The early sun streaked through the window opposite her, its rays falling on the table, lending a yellowish tint to the deep brown, wooden surface.She felt someone pass behind, the shadow falling on the edge of the table beside her.“Good morning honey, where are you going?”The coffee maker soun

Matt blinked several times just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. But there it was, despite the occasional white noise and distortions, gory porn was showing on the television. It depicted a couple fucking with abandon, like crazed demons undulating while blood poured on them in abundance. Even with the curious distortions, being that the set was a forty-three inch digital TV, the details were easy to make out. It clearly featured an underaged male actor with physical defects.“Jean!” he called out as he quickly approached, “Honey, stop watching.”He looked at his daughter who turned to face him as he approached, a questioning look painted on her face.“But dad! I still want to watch!” pleaded the little girl.“Honey, it’s not appro-” Matt stopped mid-sentence.There was no porn. There were no depictions of sexual acts or blood or anything remotely inappropriate that had clearly just seen seconds before. It was the same cartoons with the boxy characters. His brows furrowed. He