I recently took a new job up north in Connecticut. There's an increase in pay, and the environment is certainly better for raising my kids. But it did require that my wife Jenna and I sell our house and buy a new one. And that required packing: loading item after item in to what seemed to be an endless number of boxes. Making sure everything was safe, and labeled. I never realized how much stuff we owned until we started packing it to move.
The kids were staying with Jenna's parents while we put everything in order. We'd ordered a dumpster for what had to be an entire barge full of garbage and trash. Things we didn't want to take along with us. So at around eight the night before the movers came, Jenna and I walked through the house, reminiscing about the time we'd spent there.
We walked into the bedroom, and Jenna hopped onto the mattress. We were junking it in favor of a better one in the new house. Jenna started bouncing up and down.
"Well, this brings back memories," she said as she bounced. "Don't you think so, Greg?"
I looked at her and smiled. "Yeah, I said, but we still have stuff to do before the movers get here."
"What's more important than giving it one last ride?" she asked.
"The fridge, for one thing. We gotta get all that stuff out of the kitchen and into the dumpster before the morning."
Jenna frowned. "You're right," she said, nodding. Then she stood up and burst from the room, running into the kitchen while laughing. I followed as if we were playing a kids-game of tag.
I caught up with her just in time to see her grabbing bottles from the pantry. She turned around, opened the fridge, and pulled some other items out. Then she looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and bolted back to the bedroom. I quickly followed.
When I got there, Jenna was jumping up and down on the bed. At her feet was a bottle of chocolate syrup, some vegetable oil, some caramel ice cream topping and some whipped cream. They were bouncing up and down by her feet as she hopped in place on the bed.
"Yeah," she said as she stopped jumping. She looked directly in my eyes. "We do need to get rid of this stuff." She gestured down at the bottles at her feet.
I picked up the chocolate syrup. It was cold from being in the fridge. Then I hooked Jenna's waistband of her jeans. I tugged, and she fell down to her knees. Then I pulled the fabric away from her body, upended the bottle of syrup, and squeezed. Jenna shrieked as the cold viscous liquid struck her belly and began running down towards her thighs and the place between her thighs.
"It's cold," she murmured, squirming as the chilled liquid slowly covered her crotch.
When the syrup was empty, I tossed away the bottle and picked up the vegetable oil. Opening it, I walked around the mattress, pouring it all over my wife's body. I started massaging the oil and the chocolate syrup into her clothes. It was a mess everywhere.
The oil bottle finally ran dry as I held it over her breasts. So I unbuttoned her blouse, leaving it hanging on her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a plain white cotton bra, stained by the oil and syrup. I picked up the caramel ice cream topping, and squirted it directly ontop her breasts. It ran down in between her mounds, into the valley of flesh that leads to her pussy. I pushed the sauce up underneath her breasts, coating her nipples.
"Are you hard?" Jenna asked. I have a very small penis and frequently can't get it up to satisfy my wife. I think she is very sensitive for staying with me all these years.
"I'm getting there," I said as I rubbed the little bulge between my legs.
In the meantime I grabbed the whipped cream. I put it between my legs like it was a giant cock. Then I pushed down against the nozzle and cream erupted from between my legs. It shot all over Jenna's messy body, mixing with the oil and chocolate sauce and caramel. She looked like a giant messy ice cream sundae, and I just wanted to eat her.
I pushed her back against the mattress and started licking. I nibbled at her neck, eagerly digging in to the delicious mess. She looked so good and so messy, covered from head to toe in sauces and oil and cream. It was in her hair, on her body, making her flesh sticky to the touch.
I unsnapped her bra, releasing her tits. I snipped and bit back and forth, sucking one nipple and then the other. Then I pulled off her messy jeans and underwear, preparing for the true feast between her legs.
I nibbled around her cunt before attacking it with my tongue. The taste of her musk, combined with the chocolate, was divine. I licked up and down her folds, pausing slightly to press my tongue into her hole. Then I moved up, sucking her clit into my mouth and biting it with my tongue. If there's one thing that really gets Jenna off, it's that. And in no time she was bucking wildly, climaxing as I ate her out. With some surprise I noticed that I'd cum too, in my pants.
Afterwards, we cleaned up our mess, taking the mattress out to the dumpster. We've laughed about that night a lot since then. Hopefully when we move again, I'll get to fuck her the next time we clean out the fridge.
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