Drip.

Emma liked to eat ice cream.

And Dave liked to eat ice cream off of Emma.

It was a game they played.

After the kids were asleep, typically late on a Friday evening with nothing to light her way but the dim, flipping light from whatever streaming service the TVgot stuck on, Emma would creep into the kitchen in her favorite faded concert tee that barely covered her pussy, to battle all the other bags and boxes of decoy foods to get to the ice cream in the back. She’d take her time, shuffling things around until the tips of her fingers were numb, trying to find just the right flavor. She liked cookies and cream, cookie dough and mint chocolate chip, but to Emma, pistachio reigned supreme.

She found the beat up, half-finished half-pint of pistachio from her favorite place in Vermont and shut the freezer door. Her butt cheeks moved like melons, peaking from under her shirt. Emma was the kind of thick that was very pleasing to the eye. She had the kind of full lips, fat tits, and round hips that she was self-conscious of because she wasn’t the type to notice that people turned their heads and craned their necks to watch her, or if she did, she’d think it was innocent.

She had no idea the unclean thoughts that resided in the minds of her sons’ friends when she bent down slightly to get them a drink after basketball practice. She wasn’t privy to the dads who had to cross their legs uncomfortably as they watched her cleavage for too long. The way they bounced and heaved inside her top as she cheered for her boys. Her plump lips struggled to cover a smile that was slightly too big and maybe even a little too white for her face, but in a sexy way like Julia Roberts. It was her prominent feature. Again, it was something she would change if she could but something that drew people in all the same, just as her cat-like brown eyes and freckles caught the attention of men on the street. When someone would tell her she was pretty, her cheeks would flush pink. She’d tuck a sheath of straw blonde hair behind her right ear, say “thank you” or smile, but ultimately pay them no mind.

But, as much as men salivated over her, no one quite did more than her husband Dave. Dave worked from home, in IT. Dave was a hulking man at 6’2”. Broad shoulders. 220 lbs. A muscular, meaty build. He had olive skin, hazel eyes and dark-peppered hair. Dave was an adonis in his own right, but he simped over her like a teenage boy. No one else got the privilege of seeing her cellulite, her stretch marks, her scars, only him. For this privilege he repaid her by rubbing her feet after long hard days, getting the heating pad when her lower back ached, and fixing dinner for the family every other night. He had been in love with Emma ever since their junior year of high school and had to wait four miserable years to meet her again in college and pluck up enough courage to ask her out. Twelve years and three children later, they still meant the world to each other.

Emma followed the TV light down the hall to their room. The one furthest down the hall and on the other side of the house from the kids. This was so they wouldn’t be able to hear mama’s screams of ecstasy and pain.

In the room, Dave was at his desk. Tired eyes behind glasses closer to the computer screen than she gave her kids shit for. Still working…always working.

She hopped on the bed playfully, “Are you going to be done soon, baby?”

“Yeah I just have this one more report to read through. I’m almost—” He turned casually to see what she was up to on the bed and found his wife, licking a spoon seductively as she took her panties off and sling-shot them in the vicinity of the dirty laundry hamper. He was instantly hard.

“Um…” he said, grasping at thoughts and words.

“You were saying?” she said, provoking, as she crawled to the end of the bed.

“I can’t remember,” he said dumbly, turning his chair around.

“You can’t remember?” she pouted. He shook his head, mesmerized. He loved (and sometimes hated) that he never knew what she was going to say or do next. Captivated.

She sat on the end of the bed, him in his ergonomic work chair. She pressed one manicured foot against his strong shoulder as she continued slowly, casually licking ice cream from her spoon.

Seeing her pussy so close but just out of reach, knowing how warm and wet and tight it still felt, was torture for him and she knew it. He licked his lips instinctively watching her eat ice cream in all her pantie-less glory. He brought a hand up to massage her calf and thigh, kissing her foot and her ankle and then her calf. She forces him back with her other foot on his other shoulder.

She continues to eat so slowly and suggestively that the ice cream drips down her hand. She let it run down her forearm. Her golden-brown eyes flashed up at him as she followed the trail of ice cream up her arm with the tip of her tongue. Dave bit his lip, the blood rushing to his cock as it pulsed and throbbed and ached for the satisfaction of her. An itch that only she could scratch.

She loved that she had this effect on him. Even after over a decade of marriage, of looking at the same body, he still wanted her every chance he could get.

He saw an opportunity. He reached out and rubbed Emma’s clit. She was so wet for him already. She closed her eyes and moaned as she ate another sloppy spoonful, carelessly dripping all over the sheets.

He loved when she’d get that sparkle of mischief in her eyes, throwing caution to the wind. Those same eyes that flashed before she dragged him into a bathroom at some bar on a St. Patrick’s Day pub crawl or into a coat room at a fancy New Year’s Eve party in New York once. They told him how much she wanted him and when they flashed like that, it was like she was possessed by an alternate version of herself. One that was tantalizingly confident and alluringly sure of herself.

As the ice cream began to warm in her hands she began to eat more messily, dripping light green dairy all over her favorite shirt.

“Oh no!” she feigned. “I spilled!”

She silkily set the container on the corner of the bed and then lifted her shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor. She had beautiful tits. Fat double-D’s with thick nipples from nursing her kids and her husband. She continued to press on each shoulder with the balls of her feet but Dave used this distraction to move in closer. He flipped his hand swiftly and slid two meaty sausage fingers inside her with his thumb still on her clit. He went straight for her g-spot. He knew exactly how to make his kitty purr.

“Mmmmmm god baby,” she moaned again. He moved his thumb faster, put his fingers as deep as they’d go. Her walls tightened around his fingers and his desire for her was unparalleled. Each day he wanted her more. Every day he learned something new about her or was surprised by her. She was an enigma in so many ways…but one. He knew how to please her and he knew how to tease her. Her sounds reached a pitch that made it clear she was about to cum. Then he stopped. Edging her.

“Ohhh,” she pouted.

He wiped a snail trail of her pussy juices down her leg and kissed and licked it off.

She took the rest of the ice cream, the meager runny dregs, and intentionally dribbled it on her stomach and her perfectly waxed pussy.

“Oh darn baby. I’m such a messy eater. Can you help clean me up?” she said, tracing her finger in the mess and dragging it down between her legs.

She kept her feet on his shoulders but relinquished the control to him. He met her eyes as he licked her toned stomach clean. He kissed her pubic area, keeping her little pussy wet with anticipation. He started at just above her knee, making big succulent smooches along her inner thigh. He stopped right in that spot that she always hated, where her legs rubbed together, where he knew she envied other women for having a “thigh gap”. He honestly loved that she didn’t have a thigh gap. He never found them or the women with that kind of build particularly sexy. He took a meaty bite of that soft, vulnerable flesh there.

She inhaled sharply through her teeth.

She loved the sensation of pain. It aroused her and electrified her body, making her feel more alive. She exhaled in a whine that begged for him to fuck her. Total submission. She raked her fingers through his thinning hair as his head went down.

His tongue was exacting and meticulous. His mouth was hungry. She came within a minute but he relented.

Her back arched. A begging moan, getting higher in pitch. Her body spasmed. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Her stomach muscles clenched. She whimpered and moaned and cried and said his name aloud as she came over and over again. Her pelvis mindlessly bucking in his mouth as she came, he had to hold her down. He laced his hands around her thick thighs and spread her and held her down, pinning her ass to the bed. She continued to cum until she squirted in his mouth and he lapped it up like an appreciative homeless dog.

He stood up, leaving her panting, breathless, spread eagle on the bed. He took his shirt and basketball shorts off. He laced his arms through her legs again and yanked her back down to the end of the bed. He put her feet on his chest and eased himself into her.

Emma had known Dave by reputation before she got to know him. He was known in high school and in college for being well-endowed. She always wondered how information like that spread or why anyone would care to talk about it. But her friend dared her to talk to him at a house party because of it, and so many years of marriage later, let’s just say she was a very satisfied woman.

Of course it wasn’t just the size of it. She learned the hard way that big is not necessarily better. She loved how he took his time with her. He considered the shape and curve of his penis. He loved grazing her cervix and knowing how deep he was inside her. He studied her face and her sounds as she climaxed. When she made a new sound or face that he liked, it became a dragon for him to chase, to get her to make it again. A white whale.

He loved that Emma came so easily and frequently. She didn’t realize other women were so hard to please. It had always come on so quickly and easily for her. She was used to cumming over and over, often until it hurt, but even then it hurt so good.

He bent over to put one of those bouncing fat tits in his mouth. His tongue flicking the very tip of her nipple as he groped and caressed the other breast. It was like a shock down to her clit. She gasped and then moaned as he bit it and sucked hard.

He loved toying with her. He liked to slowly pull almost completely out of her before thrusting hard and deep. It was like ecstasy to feel him inside her, filling her little pussy.

He stood to look at her…and pound her…and choke her. He wrapped one hand, warmly around her neck, gently squeezing, heightening her response. His other hand wrapped around her thigh as he plowed into her. She wrapped her legs around his midsection. He clawed her thighs like a savage beast.

“Finger my clit baby,” he commanded. “I want you to cum really good for me baby.”

“Yes, daddy,” she replied, breathily.

She reached down. She was so slick from cumming so much already but she began to aggressively rub the hood of her clit.

A piercing gasp followed by the guttural growl of an animal, “Oh god fuck me just like that daddy! Fuck yes, baby!”

Her walls closed impossibly tight around his cock. He wasn’t sure why but sometimes, like a child, that sensation invoked the uncontrollable image of his dick being milked like a cow udder.  He continued to pump into her as she convulsed and emitted bestial sounds, cumming at a height only achievable by a pro.

She felt slick and warm and tight. His forever home. He felt her cumming over and over on his cock like waves stroking him.

“I fucking love you, baby. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Cum inside me, baby,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs tighter around his midsection and gripping his hips to pull him in tighter.

He came instantly at her words. He blasted deep inside her, pumping hot cum into her helpless tired pussy.

“I love you so fucking much, baby!” he declared like a Viking, filling her.

“Oh god I love you, baby! I love you!” she whined.

Her pussy milked every last drop as his thrusts slowed and she took her hand off her clit. He collapsed on top of her, giving her all his weight. She loved this. He was like a human weighted blanket. His head rested on her chest. He mildly groped and sucked at her tits as he slowed to a stop.

They just laid there. Heaving. Breathless. Slightly sweaty. He could hear and feel her heart pounding beneath him. They laid there like that until his penis softened inside her and their breathing slowed to normal.

She patted his back, “We can’t fall asleep like this again, babe. C’mon.”

He stood and offered her a hand. She stood too, less certainly. Her legs shook and her calves ached from cumming so intensely. As she stood, cum seeped from her pussy, slowly dripping down her inner thigh. He grabbed her by the waist and led her into their bathroom.

They stepped inside the shower, the hot water filling the room with steam. They bathed each other, taking their time shampooing each other’s hair and soaping each body part as they let the water run over their naked bodies. She wrapped her arms around his mountainous shoulders and kissed him. She kissed his one dimple and the tip of his nose. His mouth on hers was still hungry. Even after so many years of being together. Even after just making love. She felt him grow hard again but ignored it, turning the water off.

They toweled each other off. Emma put on her pink kimono with the colorful peonies and cranes in gold trim. Dave put on a clean set of boxers.

They looked at their bed. Destroyed. Wordlessly, as if they had done this a thousand times, Emma began to undress one side of the bed. Dave took up the other. He smiled at her from across the bed. Her eyes met his and she grinned conspiratorially back.

They redressed the bed with clean sheets and a clean comforter. They crawled under the clean covers. Their bodies met in the middle of the bed. She settled into his arms and draped a leg across his midsection territorially.

She watched his face, his eyes closed, a smile so serene. She realized his bedside light was still on. She stretched her body across him to turn off the light. She looked down to see she was on top of him, straddling him. She felt him grow aroused. He couldn’t see much in the darkness but he caught a glimmer of that sparkle in her eyes and the sheen of her blonde hair as she tucked it behind her ear in that way that drove him wild.

She leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. Passionate. He slid inside her. His forever home.

Drip.