Breaking the housewife

Sunday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there was a stillness in the air. Sandra slaved away in the kitchen, the ever faithful housewife putting the finishing touches on breakfast. Placing it onto a tray to bring to her waiting husband in bed.

For Sandra, this beautiful blissful day would be the worst day of the year. Always was.

Her husband's birthday.

She didn't like admitting that his special day was her nightmare, but she knew deep down it was true. It wasn't his fault… not really… but on a day like today, certain things would be expected of her.

“Here you go honey.” Sandra smiled, brushing her light brown hair out of her face as she placed the tray down. “Bacon, eggs and toast! Just what a growing man needs.”

“Only one part of me still grows, and you've already got it growing” Jeff mechanically leaned forward to kiss her. “You look beautiful today.”

“Thank you dear.” The complement, much like the breakfast, was expected. Certainly it didn't feel true to Sandra. She knew she was past her prime, hey days of being a young attractive party girl ancient memories.

Still, it was nice to hear. She wished she could return the compliment, but she wasn't sure she could stomach it. She loved her husband, but the years hadn't treated him kindly. He'd been a rather plain man when they'd met, and since then he'd let himself go.

When they made love, on the rare occasions they did these days, it was passionless, quick and left Sandra in dire need of a shower. Sex was strictly missionary, with limited foreplay restricted to a handjob. No dirty talk, no doggy style and no oral. No oral except for a single day of the year.

“You really have been looking amazing since you started yoga.” Jeff put his food aside and started caressing Sandra's arm. “Maybe I could get my special gift a little early this year.”

This was the main thing that made her dread this day of the year. Sandra hated giving blow jobs. She'd never done it before Jeff begged her for it, and she wished she hadn't given in. But she was a sucker for a sob story, and so now it was expected of her every year. 

Just the thought of Jeff's cock made her gag, even though his small penis never triggered her gag reflex. The taste of it took days to get out of her mouth, it was so bad she'd actually tried using soap one year.

“You'll get it later honey.” Sandra did her best to put on a fake smile. “You've got golf in less than an hour, remember? There'll be time for us later.”

“Is it that late already? I better hurry then, or those bastards will start without me!” Jeff started scoffing his breakfast down as he got ready for his day.

A part of Sandra wished he would forget about his friends and his game, and chose to spend the day in bed with her instead. Mostly she was glad though. She loved him dearly, but the boredom of being with him could become unbearable.

Once he was out the door, Sandra was free to spend the sunny summer's day all to herself. A day, she decided, would be best spent working on getting a tan on her pale white skin.

She slipped out of her gown and into a lovely two piece bikini set. The suit was already a little too small for her when she'd been younger and more slender, now it could barely cover up her large and puffy areolas. The bottoms too offered very little coverage over her fat ass, looking more like a thong than a swimsuit. She grabbed her towel, a good book and a hefty glass of wine. Laying out in the backyard, sipping on her wine, she finally felt peace.

“LETS MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE BIRTHDAY BOY!”

Across the fence music started booming. Heavy bass and frequent use of profanity ruining any semblance of tranquillity she had left.

This was the second reason today was the worst day of the year. A constant and ever escalating annoyance she'd endured for the past decade or so.

Mikey's birthday party.

It was a strange twist of fate that put her husband's birthday on the same day as their scrawny delinquent neighbour’s kid. One that left her dreading this day more and more each year.

Each year it seemed the party had to be louder and bigger. Starting earlier and finishing later. More boy’s coming together to scream over the most inane things
The grating music, the obnoxious laughter. It tore at her every year. Ruining the quiet when they came home from dinner, keeping her from getting any sleep, breaking her concentration when she was trying to get through her yearly blowjob.

This year she could even smell them. The gathering of sweaty unwashed teenage nerds that were partying across the fence from her. She didn't know how the boy's mother standed having them in her house. Her nostrils flared up with just a whiff of their dirty rampant body odour.

After years of enduring this torture, Sandra finally snapped. Finishing off her glass for courage, she stormed around the fence and into her neighbours backyard. Forgetting to change out of her bikini or to put a robe on.

“Excuse me!” Sandra said to the crowd. Firmly but not aggressively. Trying her best not to gag on the now more concentrated scent of smelly boys. Their musk hanging in the air so thick she could almost taste it.

She watched the eyes of Mikey's friends widen as they stared at her body, suddenly remembering her state of dress. She wasn't concerned with the realisation, boy's their age wouldn't be interested in a girl as old as their mothers.

What she was concerned about was the empty cans of beer on the table! These boys were still teenagers! Not old enough to drink yet! She wanted to smack the boy for being so irresponsible, or yell at his mother for letting this happen.

While Sandra's anger and frustration built, the boys at the table kept looking at her hot milf body. They imagined her creamy, thick thighs wrapping around their heads and smothering them. They imagined holding her soft, huge, mummy milkers bursting out of the tiny bikini that struggled to contain them. They imagined taking her bikini bottoms, which had already ridden up even tighter into her ass crack from the walk over, pulling them up between her fat pussy lips that pressed tight against the fabric of her swimsuit.

“Wow miss, feeling a bit cold are we?” One of the braver boys said while grinning.

“I'm fine, thank you. Where's Mikey gone?” The boy's comment rolled over her without a second thought. She was too busy fuming over the state of this party, ready to blow a fuse at the birthday boy for being so irresponsible. 

Suddenly Sandra felt something she hadn't experienced in a very long time. A sharp but pleasurable pain flashing across her bikini clad ass cheeks. Accompanied but that once familiar harsh Slapping sound.

“EXCUSE ME!” Sandra cried. Twisting her head around to see her assailant.

“Oh, sorry misses W. Didn't notice that was you” Mikey rubbed the back of his head and smiled apologetically. “Thought the guys got me a stripper for the party.”

“A stripper?! I'm not…” Sandra's fury slowly fizzled out as she looked the boy up and down. From his curly chestnut locks of hair on his chiselled youthful face. His slender, yet toned, chest that seemed to gleam in the sunlight. And his shorts…. that's where her eyes really lingered.

His tight swim trunks revealed the outline of the biggest cock she'd ever seen. It… it had to be a joke, some prank… that's… that's why she kept staring at it. Because she needed to know that it wasn't real. Her husband's cock barely fit into the palm of her hands, but this monster was so massive it almost peaked out of the bottom of his trunks. She could wrap both her hands around it and still not cover it all… not… not that she would do something like that. She loved her husband.

“Not what?” Mikey asked. Taking a sip of beer right in front of her.

“That's it!” Sandra snatched the can out of his hands, crumpling it and letting it fall. 

“What the hell?”

“All of you, you have five minutes to leave before I call the police. Mikey, I'd like to speak with your parents. They should know better than to let their son drink while underage.”

“Awww come on! You know it's legal to drink at eighteen in most of the world” Mikey complained as his friends bailed on him. The group of squeamish nerds fleeing at the single threat. “Come on miss, don’t bust our balls.”

His balls. She thought to herself... Would they be as large as his cock was?

“I… I don't care.” Sandra shook the intrusive thoughts out of her head. “It's illegal here, so go get your parents.”

“They left the house so we could party.” Mikey took up one of the empty seats, putting his feet on the table. The angle giving Sandra a peek down his shorts. At the monster that lay within. “Won't be back for another few hours. At least.”

She couldn't help but stare at the shadowed monolith of cock the boy had hidden away. She couldn't see it perfectly, but… but it looked like it was actually real…

“Then… then I'll wait here for them.” She decided. Trying her best not to blush. “I won’t stand you breaking the law without your parents being informed.”

Yes, she'd endure sitting in this smelly back yard with her obnoxious teenage neighbour with the monster cock. Not because of the cock of course! But… but because his parents needed to know what was happening here. Justice needed to be served.

“Soooo then.” Mikey smiled at her. Watching her eyes closely. “How should we pass the time?”

Yeah… that was why she was staying… Justice…