Positive Reinforcement - Part 2 - 8K

Pulling into the garage after an exhausting week at his nine-to-five office job, Hi can’t help but notice that something is a little off. His usual weekend duties like mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, and cleaning out the gutters…all of them are done. Hi switches off the ignition and grabs his briefcase from the passenger seat before climbing out. Even the garage is immaculate…the floors swept, his workbench cleared of tools, the usual spiderwebs above the garage door having been brushed away.

Hi pushes the close button for the garage door before going inside to greet his wife, the motor whirring away above him. Lois’s station wagon gleams in the dim light, usually a mess of children’s handprints and road dust, now freshly washed and polished. Through the door and into the adjacent laundry room, the man of the house stares around the tiny room. Where mountains of dirty clothes and linens usually lay, he finds baskets full of clean and folded laundry atop the washer and drier.

Lois: Is that you dear?

Hi responds with an uh-huh as he steps into the kitchen, all of its smudged appliances and slightly dingy cabinets now clean enough to…well, clean enough to eat off of. A pot bubbles away on the stovetop, something smelling of lasagna baking in the oven. Hi sets his briefcase down on the kitchen table, noticing that there’s already a place setting for three.

Lois: Dinner’s almost ready, dear.

Hi responds with another uh-huh, still not sure what to make of all this. He usually comes home to absolute chaos…screaming children and a barking dog, toys and school books scattered everywhere, video games blaring away on the living room TV.

Lois: Your folks have the kids for the weekend. So, it’s just you, me, and Chip.

Hi finally makes his way into the living room, finding his wife lounging at the end of the couch, a women’s magazine in hand as she plucks a bon-bon from a nearby box. Instead of her usual mom-slacks and blouse combo, Lois looks as if she has just gotten out of a long soak in the tub…her hair wrapped in a towel and wearing only a fluffy bathrobe. Lois smiles up at her husband, batting her eyelashes, looking at him as if nothing were amiss.

Lois: How was your day, sweetie?

Hi leans down and kisses her on the cheek, still looking around the eerily quiet room.

Hi: Tiring. Uhhh… Am I…

Lois: Yes, dear?

Hi: Am I missing something here?

Lois: Whatever do you mean, dear?

It’s the previous Friday and Chip groggily props himself up in bed, having just awoken from a mid-afternoon nap. He feels completely sticky, a combination of sweat and half-dried come after plunging his manhood for hours on end. Lois, having given him his first reward, lays beside him...an unintelligible murmur comes from her when he jostles the bed. The young man blinks repeatedly, trying to focus on the bedside clock. Three-thirty…plenty of time.

Curled up beside him, a snoozing Lois wiggles her hips, nestling herself against the warm body beside her. Chip pulls the sheet aside and pats Lois on her faintly tan-lined posterior, attempting to wake her. The naked housewife lets out a groan of protest, snatching the sheet back over herself, further wriggling herself against the young man.

Chip: He’ll be home in a coupla hours.

Lois rolls over from her interrupted slumber, draping an arm across Chip's chest as she attempts to snuggle against him. In doing so, her thighs don't so much slide against one another as she rolls over, but rather become unstuck from each other. The housewife’s eyes flutter, wrinkling her nose at the glue-like sensation.

Lois: Euuw. I need a shower.

The naked woman pulls the sweat-stained sheet aside, kissing Chip on the cheek before rolling over to swing her legs off the side of the bed. Attempting to stand, knees wobbling and thighs shaking, she sits back down on the bed with a -flump-.

Lois: (thinking) God, it’s been years since someone’s done that to me.

A second attempt yields a similar result, this time managing to remain on her feet…the sight of her struggle is not lost on Chip, a little sneer of a smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth.

Lois: Make sure those sheets get into the washing machine…on hot…with lotsa fabric softener….

Lois looks over her shoulder as she half-stumbles away, glancing at Chip's semi-erect manhood with a similar sneer of a smile.

Lois: …then come get in the shower with me.

Minutes later, near-scalding water cascading over her, she feels a little surge in the water pressure…the washing machine starting.

Lois: Good boy.

With the glued-together sensation gone, Lois simply closes her eyes and lets the water pound on her, relaxing her overworked core and still-shaking thighs. A minute or two passes, Lois opens her eyes to reveal a shadow on the other side of the steamed-up glass partition. Chip opens the door and steps inside, reaching out to grab the blonde milf by the waist. Lois looks the young man in the eye and pushes his hands away, a stern look appearing on her face.

Lois: So, from here on out, this is how it’s gonna go. I give you a task, you complete said task…

Lois gestures down her entire body with a sweep of her hands, giving Chip a naughty raise of an eyebrow.

Lois: …and I give you a reward.

Chip once again reaches out...and once again is pushed away. Already knowing the answer to her question, she asks anyway.

Lois: Did you put the sheets in the washer like I asked you to?

Chip says nothing, nodding his head enthusiastically. Lois steps toward him, her hands landing on his hips instead...Lips inches away from his.

Lois: With fabric softener?

Again, Chip nods enthusiastically, leaning in to kiss her while reaching up to grasp the underside of Lois's near-perfect d-cups. Just as his fingertips brush her underboobs, Lois drops to her knees, his knuckles almost rhythmically thrumming against her nipples as she descends to the tile below. In one smooth, almost practiced motion, fingers wrap around the base of Chip's shaft, another set cupping his boys. 

Lois: See? That wasn't so hard.  

Chip can only stare down at her, wide-eyed...watching as the blonde woman grins up at him, the head of his manhood resting against her cheekbone.

Lois: ...and now for your reward.

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Original Sketch by Rage Grenade

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2