by Mac Flynn
"How the hell am I supposed to know? All you said was you bought it off a guy that wouldn't stop talking."
"Then open it and find out, then leave me the hell alone," he shouted back. Bob plopped down on the couch and gagged at the channel. She'd been watching one of her old mush romances, so he flipped it to the news channel.
Meanwhile, Tiffany glared at the box in her hands. She thought about dashing it against the back of his head, but her curiosity got the better of her. Instead she wandered into the kitchen and set it down on the island. She opened the lid and her mouth opened a little at the delicious sweets which met her eyes. They were neatly arranged so they just barely touched one another, and their icing glistened beneath the kitchen lights. She'd never seen such pretty cupcakes, nor smelled anything so sweet.
"Where did you say you got these?" she yelled at her husband.
"Some shop downtown," he called back.
Tiffany frowned at that unhelpful answer, but at least she finally found a name on the bottom of the pink box. Mr. Eres' Sensual Sweets. She wrinkled her nose at the name. It sounded very suggestive to her prudish imagination, though that didn't ruin her desire to try one of those delicious cupcakes. To hell with the diet she'd been attempting to follow for the last four months. Her husband didn't care about the way she looked anymore. She was reaching her hand out to grab one and ruin her diet when said husband walked into the room.
"So what was for dinner, anyway?" The commercials had reminded him he hadn't eaten. Tiffany swirled around and scowled at him, both for his question and for sneaking up on her when she was doing something wrong.
"Look in the fridge and find something. There's about three different leftovers in there, remember?" Now he, too, frowned.
"Fine," he angrily replied. Then he noticed she was trying her hardest to hide the box of cupcakes behind her back. His eyebrows raised and an evil smile played across his lips. He pointed at the pink container. "Tried one of those things yet?"
"Of course not, you know I can't have anything sugary while I'm on my diet," she reminded him. Then her scowl deepened as a dark thought slipped into her mind. "You bought these things just to be a jerk, didn't you?" Bob was confused by her logic.
"Jerk? How the hell would I do that with a bunch of cupcakes?"
"Because you know I wouldn't eat them, so you'd just pretend they were for me and then eat them yourself."
"One flaw in your argument, Tiff. I don't like sweet things," he countered. However, he caught a whiff of their smell from the partially opened box and sidled up beside her. "Though I didn't get to try them in the shop." Before she could stop him he'd flipped open the lid and dipped a finger into one of the toppings. She angrily grabbed him and pulled him away from the table.
"You knock it off. Those things are too good for you," she scolded.
"Yeah, and they might be too good for you, too," Bob shot back. He put the goo-covered finger into his mouth and his eyes shot open. The icing melted onto his tongue and slid down his throat like a cool, refreshing drink after a drought. He felt like he'd never lived until he tasted that bit of deliciousness.
"Hello?" Tiffany asked. She'd noticed his vacant, drooling expression and she waved her hand in front of his face. That mostly snapped him out of the daze, though she was still worried. It was like he'd been mesmerized by the food, and she wondered if maybe it was laced with something. "You feeling okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah, yeah. Just, wow. That stuff really packs a punch." He eyed the box, but Tiffany stepped in front of his line of sight.
"I don't think you should have anymore, at least not tonight," she told him. She couldn't believe she was keeping her sweet-hating husband out of a box of cupcakes. Seeing him infatuated with them made her want to try them. "How about you go sit down on the couch and I'll go make you a sandwich?" Bob was so surprised by her suggestion that all thoughts of the cupcakes fled and his head snapped over to her.
"Did you just say what I thought you said?" he asked her. She folded her arms across her chest and scowled at him.
"Yes, but if you don't get out of the kitchen I'll end up kicking your ass upstairs without dinner or any more cupcakes." He grinned and then slid off to get comfortable on the couch. When she was sure he was paying attention to the tv, Tiffany turned to the cupcake box and firmly closed the lid. She would show self-restraint, at least until Bob's sandwich was done. Then she could sneak a bite while he was chewing on his own distraction.
The sandwich was delivered with a speed that surprised both of them. Tiffany was more eager to taste that bit of heaven that she'd seen on Bob's face, and once he was chewing away on his food she returned to the kitchen to 'clean up' the mess. She took the first chance she got and ducked a hand into the box. She only meant to take a bit of the icing, but her eager fingers grabbed a whole cupcake and pulled it out. The icing drizzled over her fingers and she gave them a few licks to keep the food from dropping to the floor and being wasted.
The moment the flavor struck her tongue, Tiffany found herself in the bliss Bob had experienced. The chocolate oozed all over her palate and soaked into every tastebud. She almost groaned against the sensual feeling of that moist bit of icing sliding smoothly along her tongue. Then she swallowed, and she swore the chocolate left a trail of blazing, erotic fire that rippled down her entire body.
Her heaven was interrupted by Bob. He was done with his sandwich and got up from the couch to put his plate away. Tiffany turned around and hid the cupcake behind the box. She went over and met him halfway to the kitchen, and took the plate from his hands.
"Here, let me. You've been working so hard all day," she cooed. Even she was a little disgusted by her all-too-willing-to-please tone. Bob was so surprised his mouth dropped open, and was still open when she turned around to go back to the kitchen. "Just make yourself comfortable on the couch, or better yet, take a nice, warm shower," she called back over her shoulder. She wanted to act as though the suggestion was off-the-cuff, but her very kindness was enough to shock Bob into silence. The only consolation she had was that was better than their arguing.
"Are you actually recommending I slack off at home?" Bob asked her after he'd recovered from the shock to his system. Tiffany put the plate in the sink and turned back to him. She tried not to look at the box and cupcake that sat on the island, and there was a smile on her face.
"Yes, now go upstairs and relax a little. I don't think any light bulbs needs replacing or pipes fixing right now." He wasn't much of a handyman, anyway, and generally contracted out the maintenance work.
"I guess." He turned away toward the stairs leading to the second floor, paused, and then looked over his shoulder. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth set in a firm line. "You haven't poisoned that sandwich or anything, have you?" She gave him her best scowl, and he turned to hold up his hands. "Alright, alright, I'll take that as a no." Much to her relief he finally went upstairs and she was left alone with her delights.
Tiffany whirled around and her eyes gazed hungrily at the pink box. She moved over and snatched the cupcake from behind the container. The soft body jiggled in her hand, but it was firm enough not a flake fell on the floor. With a craving she'd never known, Tiffany opened her mouth wide and bit a large hole into the top and side. That was when she found the center was made of a gooey mass of chocolate that had been injected into the cupcake just prior to baking. The soft center drizzled down her chin and trickled onto the counter top, but she didn't care. The flavor of the icing had been the, well, icing on the cupcake. Her whole body was filled with a delicious ripple of ecstasy that rivaled any orgasm she'd ever experienced.
Tiffany sat down on one of the stools around the island and leaned her back against the top. She slowly chewed through the piece of cupcake, savoring every sensual bite. She gave a moan of disappointment when she swallowed the last piece, but there were others waiting for her, a whole boxful. With an eagerness that both thrilled and frightened her, Tiffany dove into the cupcake in her hand and
those in the box. She had nothing to fear from interference, for even now she could hear Bob in the shower.
In a few pleasure-filled minutes the contents of the box was devoured and all that remained of her crime were the crumbs on her face and the oozing centers dribbled on the counter top. The evidence was soon wiped away and the box was hidden from both her guilt and Bob's teasing. He would never let her live down having consumed so many cupcakes so quickly. Then, with the kitchen spotless but not her thoughts, Tiffany went over and sat down on the couch to watch some tv.
Her craving was satiated, and her stomach was most definitely full. Now all she felt was the warm afterglow of the sugary goodness, and she snuggled down into the couch cushions to let herself digest. It wasn't until a few minutes later that she felt something amiss inside her.
At first it was just a mere nuisance, an unsettling sensation that only caused her to pause. Then she fidgeted on the cushion. Something was definitely not right, and moving around wasn't helping. Soon that nuisance swelled into a bigger problem, though even that word didn't quite describe what she was feeling. It was a slow building of heat from her very center that worked out to cover every part of her body. At the beginning the heat was minimal, nothing more than a slight touch of something, but then it quickly rose to a temperature that affected her other senses.
Tiffany felt a blush rise up in her cheeks when the heat swelled up and brushed over her. She was on fire with a sensation not unpleasing, but definitely confusing. It felt like somebody was touching her most tender, sensitive parts and lighting up her repressed sexual urges. She gasped out when another wave swept over her body and tingled her heated skin. She squirmed in her seat and her core ached for satisfaction. Tiffany was horny, that much was true, but she'd never felt such a swift and demanding need as she did now. Every muscle tensed against the heat and she swore she felt her shapely thighs stretch the seams of her sweat pants. Her breasts grew heavier and she found herself gasping for breath amidst the heat.
Tiffany didn't know what came over her, but she wanted some relief, any relief, from this ache. Unbidden, her hand slid down between her pert breasts. The mounds, before below-average for her height and weight, were now a little bigger than she remembered. Her hands continued its journey down over her flat stomach and hesitated only a moment at the band of her shorts before her fingers dove inside. She shuddered when they touched the hot, sticky mess down there. Her fingers brushed against her sensitive nub and she let out a soft cry.
Tiffany was jerked out of her self-ecstasy when the water upstairs shut off. She yanked her hand from her pants and blushed a bright red. If Bob had caught her in such an act that would have made their marriage that much more embarrassing. Thinking those thoughts, however, didn't make the need in her body vanish. Instead, the thoughts were forced to turn toward the male who occupied the upstairs bathroom. She could just imagine him without any of his clothes and his body soaked with glistening water. It was enough to make the heat flare up, stronger and hotter than before.
Her mind was split into two camps. There was the stubborn, bitter woman who had been created over the last few months. That was the one who wallowed in every petty fight and never forgot an insult. Then there was the before-woman, the one who had existed in the early years of their marriage. That woman was happy and reveled in the possibilities of a little romp with her husband, reason be damned for this sudden physical and emotional change. They were husband and wife, for goodness sake! What could be more natural than to feel the urge to have sex with one another?
The before-woman won. Tiffany couldn't resist the urge, and truth be told she didn't want to. All doubt was swept from her mind and she languidly slid off the couch toward the stairs.
Bob stepped out of the shower in their master bathroom. His eyes didn't see anything around him because his mind was too focused on the woman downstairs. She had acted odd ever since he got home, even considering the awkward relationship between them. Those distracted eyes, her offer to make him a sandwich and her suggestion for him to make himself at home. None of that made sense in the context of the last few months of their marriage. A thought went through his mind that maybe it was the box of cupcakes that he'd brought home, and his memory recalled the helpful old man of that small sweet shop. Mr. Eres had wanted to help him with their relationship, but up untill now Bob hadn't taken any of the old man's words seriously.
Not that he was complaining too much. They'd had only one argument since he got back, and that was even considering he'd been late to dinner. That was a streak of amicable conversation they hadn't had for months, and he was all for her making him more sandwiches. A sly smile slipped across his face as he wrapped the towel around himself. Maybe if he brought home a large enough box then they could have an argument and makeup sex. That wouldn't put all the pieces back together, but they had to start somewhere. What better place than in the bedroom?
Bob still had those thoughts floating through his mind when he opened the bathroom door to their bedroom. His jaw dropped open when his eyes fell on the bed and his wife who lay upon the silky covers. Her head was at the foot and she was on her back. The foot of the bed was closest to the door, so she playfully looked at him upside down.
"Are you okay?" Bob asked her. He was having a hard time trying to hide his coming erection.
"Just fine," she purred. Those smooth words lost him the battle against his physically reaction, but he was still emotionally suspicious.
"You look a little different. New clothes?" They looked like the same baggy ones she'd been wearing, but now they hugged her curves.
"Nope." Tiffany flipped over and gave him a Cheshire grin while one of her fingers pointed at his waist. "You going to take off that towel to change or do I have to wait all night?"
"Oh, um, I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Bob wasn't sure what she'd do if he did drop the towel, but the hungry look in her eyes told him it would involve claws and her crying his name. Then again, that didn't sound too bad.
"Oh come on, it's a perfect idea." There was a hint of their old arguments in her tone, but the meanness was blunted by her heavily-lidded eyes. She languidly rolled herself over and Bob saw her breasts sway beneath her heavy shirt. In order to do that they couldn't be in a bra. The thought of her being even slightly unclothed really got his erection going. "Now don't be shy," she cooed, and batted her long eyelashes at him. "I'm your wife, remember?"
"I'm starting to," he murmured.
Bob moved over to the closet which stood on the side of the bed farthest from the bathroom. That meant his back was to her while he browsed for his pajamas, and before he knew she was behind him her hands had snaked around his waist. He stiffened when her small hands splayed out and rubbed his bare chest.
"Don't you want to have a little fun with me?" she whispered into his ear. His eyes shot open when he felt her teeth bite at his earlobe.
"Y-yeah, but this is, well, just sudden," he squeaked out. She pressed her body against his back and he felt her breasts bulge against him. They were definitely larger than he remembered, but then again it had been a while since their last foray into sexual pleasure.
"Just as long as we take it nice and slow it should be fine," Tiffany cooed. Bob turned around and the towel was yanked from his hands. It fell to the floor, and Tiffany rubbed up against his well-muscled chest. "See, isn't that better?"
Bob wasn't up for any more talk. Instead he bent down and captured her lips in an exhilarating kiss. When they broke apart they were both breathing hard and Tiffany's face was flushed. She opened her mouth to speak, but he literally swept her off her feet and into his arms. Bob carried her over to the bed and set her down on the bed. In a moment he was on top of her and planting kisses down her neck. She gasped and wrapped her fingers in his hair. He was not pleased when he came to her shirt, and he lifted himself up on his elbows to look into her dazzling eyes.
"Clothes. Off. Now," he demanded.
Tiffany obeyed the command and pulled
her shirt up over her head. She tossed it aside and glimpsed his face. His eyes were firmly on her pert, swollen breasts. Then he reached up and cupped one of the large mounds in his hand. They were so sensitive that Tiffany's breath quickened and she fidgeted beneath him. A wave of pleasure crashed over her body, and she cried out when he dipped his head and captured her nipple in his mouth. She grasped his head and groaned while he suckled on her hard tip.
Her legs, still trapped in the sweatpants and panties, squirmed beneath him. She wanted to feel his flesh against her own, so she grabbed the waistband and pulled the pants and panties down as far as she could reach. Bob got the hint and grabbed the pants himself. He grudgingly left her breast and pulled them off. That left him with a view of her completely naked beneath him. His eyes slid up her smooth legs and stopped at her tight, firm hips.
She shifted atop the covers, eager and impatient for him to touch her. One of her legs lifted up and stroked his hip, and he marveled at the flexibility. He dove back down atop her breasts and covered her body with his own. She ground her hips against him to try to dispel some of the aching need between her thighs, but that only inflamed his own. He grunted and pulled himself up higher so his stiff, thick manhood brushed against her wet opening.
Their lips locked in another passionate kiss as he pushed himself into her tight, hot core. Her walls grasped him and held so tight he nearly came right then and there. He willed himself to relax, and then pulled out and pushed back in. It was a long, achingly slow stroke, and it struck every sensitive nerve in her heated center. She pulled away her lips and let out a shuddering gasp. The sound gave him encouragement and he repeated the stroking, this time with more thrust. She groaned and wrapped her legs up and around his lower back.
The angle let him push deeper into her and they both moaned at the feel of one another pressing against them. He easily slid in and out, and she matched his rhythm push for push. Their thighs slapped against one another as the tempo increased. Hands slid over sweat-soaked skin and she moaned her pleasure. He grunted and pushed, penetrating those soft, hot folds. They massaged the full length of his manhood, and all he wanted to do was stay inside of her forever. Forget the cupcakes, this was heaven for him.