You chuckle in slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Jennifer. I think I'll just take a moment to relax. How's my tie?"
She chortles back, "It's fine, sir."
A couple of minutes later your boss agrees that you look a little feverish and should spend the rest of the day in bed, so you head out of the office and end up at Elm and Henson, which turns out to be a Catholic girls school with many of the students scampering around the lawn.
You're a little confused until you see your wife come skipping through the crowd dressed in uniform with her hair up in pigtails. You can't help but notice that the clothes are a little tight on her and you feel a little dirty for thinking she's still sexy despite the girlish get-up.
She pops open the door to the SUV and bounds in, planting a big smooch on your cheek. "Thanks for picking me up, Big Daddy!"
You're stunned at her playfulness, but decide to go along with it. "Just glad to spend some time with you, kid," giving her an affectionate pat on her bum.
She smiles back, smooches you again, and bounces in her seat -- blowing a bubble and twirling the gum around a finger.
"We should be heading home, shouldn't we?" she reminds you, calling attention to your just sitting there and staring at her.
As you pull out onto the street, she fidgets around and turns on the radio, fiddling with the stations until she finds the latest teen sensation and starts singing along with the lyrics, totally playing up her childishness.
"Oh!" she exclaims, sitting up with a start. "Look what I found!" She digs into her pack and pulls out a packet of candy. You can't quite see it, needing to keep your eyes on the road.
"Hold out your hand!" she orders. You do and she takes the gum out of her mouth and plops it onto your palm, giggling. You roll your eyes and toss it out the window as she rips open the packet and pours some of the new candy into her mouth. Holding her mouth open towards you, you can hear some fizzing and popping over the music and glance over at her smiling face with the colorful sugar dancing on her tongue.
"Pop rocks!" she proudly crows, giggling some more as she hums with the music. "They make my mouth feel funny," she mutters, wrinkling her nose.
As you try to speed up to get home more quickly so you can start to play with her, out of the corner of your eye you can see her looking slyly over at you.
"I bet I know what else I can make feel funny..." she chuckles.
She reaches over starts to unzip your fly. You realize that you're still a fair distance from home and you might not make it.
She easily frees your hard cock and massages it as she pours some more Pop Rocks into her mouth, ducking under your arm to envelope your member in her fizzing mouth. The bubbling sensation almost makes you go blind as you pull over into a quiet tree-lined street and find an empty curb to park at.
Your wife is oblivious to all this as she sucks away, her pig-tailed head bopping up and down as you turn off the engine and slide your seat back. The fizzing around your hard-on is amazing, multiplying the stimulation she's giving you with her eager tongue and lips.
She stops for a moment and cheekily looks up at you. "Am I doing this O.K, Big Daddy?"
"Just- just fine, Princess," you tell her as she pours the Pop Rocks right on your cock and then inserts it back into her mouth, causing little explosions to go off all around your tingling rod.
You groan and run your hand across her back, stroking her ass through her short plaid skirt. She wiggles around to give you better access as you reach under the skirt and rub her clit through her pink panties.
"Oh, that feels so nice," she sighs, resting her head against your thigh and planting some kisses up and down your shaft before sliding it back into her mouth.
Suddenly, there's a sound just outside your window... |