Cave
Holly sounded so nervous on the phone when she called me a few hours ago and asked me to come over for dinner tonight. But what could possibly be wrong? We’re happy together after all. We’re still sneaking around, but that’s on her insistence. She wants to be the one to tell Greta about us in her own time, and I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want some nosy busybody revealing our relationship to my ex-wife, much less the rest of Colorado Springs.
But now, unease settles in my chest as I knock on her red door, wondering what she could possibly be worried about when everything has been going amazing between the two of us. The sex is great, the passion between us could light a fire, and we talk until the wee hours of the morning at all times. I hope she doesn’t have any regrets because I’m her father-in-law. I thought we were over that, but you never know. Some things have a way of roaring back to life when you least expect it.
Holly opens the door and she looks gorgeous, as always. Her curly hair is in a low bun, the spirals wild and untamed just the way I like them. She’s dressed casually in tight black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that I recognize as my own. She’s clearly not wearing a bra and her breasts hang free and look absolutely delicious, my gaze fixed on those plump mounds. She smiles and then clears her throat while stepping aside for me to enter.
“Can you ever take your eyes off of my breasts?” she asks with a smile before shutting the door behind me.
I shrug off my jacket and toss it on the couch. “Definitely not, sweetheart. Your tits are two of my favorite things in life.”
Holly giggles as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, lifting her off of her feet. She yelps in surprise, but her legs curl around my waist as she hangs on for dear life. I waste no time heading to the bedroom and throwing her curvy body onto the bed, her tits jiggling with the forceful motion. She giggles again as I climb on top of her, my member growing inside of my gray sweatpants.
Holly bites her lip in anticipation as I lift her sweatshirt up to expose those creamy orbs, perky and full. Her nipples are erect as always and my mouth waters at the beautiful sight. When I lean in to take one in my mouth, she places her hand on my mouth and pushes me away gently. I look up at her in confusion.
“Something wrong, sweetheart? You love getting your breasts sucked.”
She bites her lip.
“Do you think we could just kiss for a while?” she asks softly, her voice tentative and nervous.
“Of course,” I growl. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”
When her lips touch mine, there is an undiscovered tenderness in them that shakes me to my core. Her lips taste sweeter than honey as they move against mine and I can’t get enough. We start with gentle brushes of our lips as if we’re new to one another. Then, Holly shivers as I touch her waist, her legs wrapping around my lower half and drawing me in for a deeper connection.
Her tongue grazes my bottom lip, asking permission to tangle with mine. I open my mouth slightly, allowing for her tongue to slide inside and dance. My heart jumps in my chest when she bites down on my lip gently, a nibble that leaves me breathless and wanting more. I tighten my grip on her waist and slide my hand up to her ribcage, slowly traveling to fondle her—
Beep, beep, beep!
Holly breaks away and gasps. “Oh my God! The turkey!”
“What?” I ask as she scrambles out of bed and sprints into the kitchen as quickly as she can. “You made a whole turkey?”
I chase after her, thoughts of her naked body replaced with ones of the house burning down to the ground as the fire alarm blares loudly in her home. I search for the smoke detector and grab my jacket, waving the piece of clothing under the detector to stop the annoying noise. Finally, it ceases and I heave a sigh of relief.
When I enter the kitchen, the curvy girl’s leaning over a smoking, blackened turkey with tears in her eyes. “Oh, no. This was supposed to be a special night for us.”
I approach her carefully and touch her lower back, her stare still fixed on the ruined bird in front of her. The smell of charcoal and singed meat fills my nostrils, and I fight the urge to vomit.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. We can order something to eat instead.”
She shakes her head. “You don’t understand, Cave. This was supposed to be special.”
“Honey,” I speak tenderly to her, gripping her shoulders and turning her around to face me and not the disgusting charred mess on the tray. “Every second we spend together is special because it’s with you. You are amazing and beautiful. I’m so lucky to have someone as unique and gorgeous as you in my arms, sweetheart. Okay? Relax. Let’s just have a good time.”
She nods her head, tears falling down her round face. “Thank you, Cave.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” I reply, pulling her curvy body towards me and enveloping her in a massive hug. Her body fits into mine perfectly, my chin resting on her head as she wraps her arms around my waist. “I’m going to order some pizza, okay? Mushrooms and sausage?”
She nods her head again. “Okay.”
After placing the order, Holly and I lounge on the couch and watch a movie on the television. Yet I find my eyes wandering to her face, which for some reason, looks tense. Why? We’re watching a comedy and the laugh track is going off non-stop. I begin to worry, especially when Holly’s brows furrow in anxiety. Her eyes are focused on the television, but I can tell her mind is far, far away.
“Is everything okay?” I ask gently, snapping her out of her trance. She whips her head toward me as if she’s completely forgotten that I’m here. She’s silent for a moment too long, so I probe further. “Holly? Are you okay? You can tell me anything, you know.”
She nods her head. “Of course. I just have some stuff on my mind, that’s all.”
I raise an eyebrow at the beautiful girl. Whatever it is, it’s definitely weighing on her and distracting her greatly. “Care to share it with me?”
She bites her lip, looking conflicted. “I will, but it just has to wait until I’m ready. Is that okay?”
I nod my head in understanding. “Of course, sweetheart. We’re on your timeline. But in the interim, can I do anything to help you get your mind off of whatever it is?”
She shakes her head, but then a naughty look comes onto her face and she scoots closer to me. “Come to think of it, there is something you can do.”
Of course, I know exactly what she wants. I kiss her deeply and then help her move into my lap before shucking off her sweatpants and panties. She straddles me, her center aligning with my member perfectly. She sighs in pleasure and kisses me again, attacking my lips with a sudden urgency.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groan. Then I help her take off her sweatshirt, and soon, the curvy girl is completely nude, moving up and down my huge cock. She rides me like a pro, big tits bouncing while she throws her head back, and I’m just about to come when suddenly, the doorbell rings. Fuck. The timing couldn’t be worse.
Holly pauses, still breathing hard. Her huge breasts quiver, and I can tell that she’s wondering what to do as well.
“Do you want to get it?” she asks.
I look down at where we’re joined. My dick’s buried so deep in her wet snatch that only the root is visible. I want the pizza delivery guy to go away so I can finish, but how do I make him do that? Unfortunately, there’s only one answer.
“Alright, upsy-daisy,” I say, nudging her big bottom. “I’ll get back to you in a moment.”
She slides upwards and off, revealing my glistening member and I groan again while stuffing myself back into my pants. Then I get up and open the door, one hand already on my wallet. I’m going to dispose of this kid as quickly as possible, but when I see who it is, time grinds to a halt. Oh fuck.
“Greta,” I say in a neutral voice. “How nice to see you.”
But it’s already too late. My ex-wife’s eyes have already darted to the interior of the room, where Holly sits, covered in nothing but a blanket. From her flushed face and tousled hair, it’s clear that we were just doing the nasty, and now, the shit has hit the fan.