Honeymoon - Episode 1: Chapter 2 (Valentine's Day Special)

Hello, we are continuing our Honeymoon - Valentine's Day Special for the month of February.

This is chapter two AKA part two of episode one. I hope that makes sense.

If you missed chapter one, here's the link for it: https://www.patreon.com/posts/honeymoon-1-1-62158499 

Thank you! 

Chapter Two

“Honey?” he said as he continued looking for her.

“I’m over here!” he heard her voice again. This time, it was clear where it came from. It came from a closet not too far from the kitchen where the couple stored a lot of food. It was their cold room. The man noticed that his wife left the back door of their house wide opened after she came in. He closed it himself before heading for the cold room.

There…

… He found her.

Sophia.

His lovely wife.

She was standing tall in the middle of the tight, cold room.

After a long night of hard work, the lady was left famished. She was so hungry that the first thing she came for was… Well… Food…

“Sophia?”

“Lucas.”

“You entered by the backdoor?”

“I did.”

“Was it left opened all night?”

“Yes.”

“We are on our honeymoon. That doesn’t sound like a great idea to leave doors opened like this all the time while we are still settling in this new house and don’t know everything about this place,” he argued.

“I know this house and this place well enough. We can leave doors unlocked and opened even all the time. It’s fine,” she reassured him.

“Leaving doors unlocked like this appeals to your wild side, right?” The young man asked her.

“It’s true that you come from the city…”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t even tell you ‘good morning’... Good morning.”

“Good morning, honey,” she said, smiling at him.

“I know this is technically still our honeymoon, and I want you to be happy, first, always, but it would make me happy if you could possibly close the door when you come back home. Thank you,” he explained to her.

“Speaking of which, I cannot wait for the time to come and for us to be having real sex… I cannot wait to commit to this thing with you…”

“Same for me. I just don’t understand why we need to wait until Friday for us to commit.”

“You’ll see… It’ll make sense soon…”

“Friday is going to be a full moon as well.”

“It will be,” she nodded, looking drastically tired as she did.

“Are you alright, honey?”

He managed to catch a glimpse of her beautiful eyes, even though her back was mostly facing him. She turned around to look at him from time to time.

Sophia had purple, orchid eyes. Long, white, coconut hair.

Her haircut was some kind of long, bob-shag. Beautifully wavy. Her hair came down to her shoulders.

Sophia’s skin tone was of a light tan. Her skin was gorgeously pale, but still had a pinkish tone to it.

“I had a hell of a night,” she confessed to him.

“You did? Still as difficult as it was last week at work?” the husband asked her. He stared at her from the back and observed what a Goddess of a body she had as she was searching for food.

She had wide hips. Thick thighs. A nice, big, and firm ass. And she had large breasts. Thirty-eight O cups was her size.

“Yeah,” she briefly confirmed to him. She turned around. The husband stopped staring at her butt. With her moving around in the narrow room, he was able to take a look at the rest of her body.

She had huge and wide areolae, which nearly cover her entire boobs. Thick nipples as well. Although, they couldn’t entirely be seen at the moment because that she was still wearing clothes, her office clothes. But the exaggerated shape and size of her nipples could still be observed through her clothes. Her nipples poking through.

“I’m sorry… Being a police officer must be… Something else entirely…”

Sophia was much older than her husband was.

To make matters worse, despite her older age, Sophia involuntary twisted everything up by looking much, much younger for her age.

Sophia was forty-two years old.

But because of her youthful appearance, she didn’t look a day over thirty years old, if not younger than that. But even with her young looks, she never lost her lovely ‘MILF’ aura to her that her husband adored so much.

“It is. Don’t worry. Do you have any idea what I could eat?”

“I believe I have an idea. I was thinking of making breakfast soon anyway,” he admitted to her.

Concerning the clothes she was wearing, as mentioned earlier, she still had office clothes on. She wore a dark brown office blazer, which was wide opened with a beige shirt underneath of it. The beige shirt was vastly unbuttoned, leaving a ton of cleavage shown. Generously shown. Her thick nipples were poking through that light beige shirt.

He stared at her breasts a lot. He was lusting for them.

“You’re making what?” she asked.

“Sunny side up eggs?” he offered to her.

She wasn’t wearing any brassiere underneath of it, which didn’t come as a surprise to her husband, since it was quite difficult to find brassieres that would fit her these days. Without forgetting to mention that her breasts were so large and heavy that wearing brassieres often hurt her. Her husband understood this. He didn’t want her to suffer.

“Not feeling it this morning. Do we have any meat?” she asked her.

Sophia also wore an ultra-mini skirt of the same dark brown colour as her office blazer. Other than that, she had dark stockings on and sexy-high-heeled boots, which made her even taller than her husband. As if she needed high-heels to be taller than her man.

“We don’t. We are out. Sorry.”

She sighed.

“Sorry for the door. I am so hungry that I didn’t notice that forgot to close it,” she apologized to him.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s fine. Haven’t eaten all night?” he asked her.

“Not exactly…” she replied to him, whispering. He could barely hear her as she spoke. She was looking for food in the cold room, but could never find something she was truly interested in at the moment.

“Do you want me to cook something else than eggs for breakfast, then? Pancakes?” he kindly offered to her, but then, all of a sudden, as he voiced that he was willing to cook for his wife, as it was often the case, Sophia locked her gaze on him. Directly stared at him as she stood in the middle of the room.

“No. You don’t need to cook anything for me. I know exactly what I want this morning,” she communicated to him, keeping her gaze locked on him and clearly changing the tone in her voice. Becoming colder and a lot more intense all of a sudden.

“Honey? Are you alright?” he asked her.

She didn’t answer him right away.

Instead, she quickly and seductively walked toward him in the small, tight, and intimate room. She grabbed her husband. Nearly forced him to stay in place. She kissed him. On that lips, but not exclusively so. She immediately inserted her tongue inside of his mouth. She french-kissed him. He accepted. It felt like he had no other choice, but he wanted this. He craved it. They french-kissed for two minutes straight before it all end.

“Huh…” the man made this stuttering noise as she inserted her tongue inside of his mouth and continued kissing him.

“I’m feeling fine. I’m feeling great,” she finally answered his question.

The husband was seduced by her.

His body was soft.

She was so tall compared to him that she had her large breasts sitting on his face as she towered over him.

Sophia was six-feet and three-inches tall, while Lucas was five-feet and nine-inches tall.

She allowed him to smell her breasts a bit before she suddenly spun around in this tight space that was the cold room and ‘accidentally’ slapped his face with her big butt.

Under her skirt: She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

No brassiere and no underwear.

Does this mean that she spent her entire night shift with no bra or underwear? The husband asked himself.

“Huh!” he said as her butt collided with his face. It sent him flying backward. The husband slipped and came down to the ground on his butt.

She basically had him sit down on the floor because of her ass slapping the side of his face.

“Hey, what are you doing, honey?” he asked her, confused.

He thought it was quite weird at first, to be slapped in the face like that by her butt and to be knocked down to the floor for no good reason, but he was so seduced that he accepted this. Then, the next moment, Sophia, his wife, decided to sit down on his face.

In the process, she pushed on his face with her ass, sort of as if she had just punched him in the face with her butt. She did this right before sitting down on his face. Her ass was so soft and juicy that it knocked him down again, but never actually hurt him.

“Huh?” he didn’t understand why she was doing this to him now, but he didn’t question her too much. He loved this. He adored whenever she did this to him.

She literally sat on his face.

The sheer weight and size of her large butt accidentally made him stay down on the ground. He couldn’t move. He was lying down on his back as she sat on his face.

“You know, honey? I’m never that complicated in terms of breakfast. This will be more than enough. For now,” she said to him as she grabbed a chocolate-flavoured, protein bar from a shelf in the cold room, unwrapped it and shoved it inside of her mouth.

Quite in a phallic and sexual way, as she never took a single bite of it, but only sucked on it with passion.

The man couldn’t see it, but he certainly felt it.

He saw what she was doing.

“But it’s hardly a complete meal…” he tried to tell her.

“You don’t mind if I sit on it while I eat, do you?” she asked him, already knowing he wasn’t going to say no to her, especially regarding this matter.

“...” he couldn’t speak as she nearly suffocated him with her ass. Her back was facing him. Her massive ass was swallowing him alive.

“I knew you wouldn’t mind, Lucas,” she said to him, saying the first name of her husband for the first time since she came back home from work.

The name of the man was indeed…

… Lucas.

“Hey, actually, would you mind eating my ass while I eat breakfast?” Sophia asked him.