6 Times a Day

To all outward appearances, the Plummers were having a normal breakfast. Ron, Susan, Katherine, and Alan sat around the dining table eating the mashed-potato pancakes that Susan had cooked, just like a stereotypical nuclear family. With Ron there, Susan and Katherine had no choice but to dress and act just like they had before Alan's six-times-a-day diagnosis.

However, things were far from normal below the surface. Alan, Katherine, and Susan were all only partly there mentally, at best, because they were busy thinking about recent sexual events and future possibilities. Susan was the most affected. She felt like she was in an erotic daze, and it was a constant struggle to maintain her fake front.

Still, there was an awkward silence at the table, so she tried to make some small talk with husband. "Ron, tell me. What have you been doing for fun in Thailand these days?"

Ron looked at his scrambled eggs and picked at them while he replied, "Oh, not much. The pay is great, but Bangkok isn't much of a place to live. Things are actually quite boring."

Katherine asked, "Boring? I thought Bangkok has a reputation as being one of the most wild and seedy places in the whole world."

"That's true," Ron replied, "but that's just it: seedy. Who wants seedy? Not me. Given the cultural differences and everything else, there's not much that interests me. And the traffic! Good grief. The traffic is unbelievable. I swear, it takes three hours to get from one side of the city to the other. Not to mention the pollution. The hassle factor is so great that I'm likely to stay home most nights, unless there's something special going on."

Susan was glad that Katherine was asking questions, because she wasn't paying much attention. Instead, she was staring in the direction of Alan's crotch, as if she had X-ray vision that could see through the table. I wonder if Tiger's penis is erect right now. I'll bet it is! Not that he has any reason to be. It breaks my heart that I can't even help him with visual stimulation this morning. But he's young, handsome, and exceedingly virile. Chances are good his rampant member is stiff as a board anyway!

Realizing there was a long silence after Ron's answer, Susan asked him, "Have you been playing sports, at least? I remember you saying that you were playing racquetball and tennis a lot."

Ron answered, "That's true, I still do that. Luckily, there's a country club near where I live, and they have indoor and cool racquetball courts. That's key, because it's SO HOT there! You wouldn't believe it!"

Susan thought, You know what else is "SO HOT?" Watching Suzanne suck Tiger's big penis, that's what! I've seen that twice in the last two days, and it's easily the hottest thing I've ever seen! The only thing that's better is doing it myself!

Oblivious to Susan's lewd thoughts, Ron continued, "The killer is the humidity, and it never stops. I basically live like there's a raging storm outside, all year long. I move from one air conditioned building to another, and if I spend more than a few minutes outside, I end up soaking wet, just as if there was a rain storm. Except I'm soaked from sweat, not rain."

Susan thought, Mmmm! What's bad about being soaking wet with sweat? That's how I want to be, naked and sweaty from grinding myself all over my hunky son! And even better than sweat is cum! I wish my face and chest were soaking wet from my son's fertile seed, right now!

Alan asked Ron, "Isn't there anything you can do about it? Surely the locals are used to the heat."

"That's true," Ron replied. "At least for those who don't live in the upper class air conditioned world. I could try to go cold turkey and do entirely without air conditioning. Then my body would adjust to that. But that's not an option for me, because I'm forced to sit in air conditioned rooms so much as part of my job. I can never truly acclimate."

Susan thought, Speaking of going cold turkey, that's what I should do. I need to stop thinking about my son's penis all the time! It's not healthy. What would Ron think, if he could read my mind?! Oh dear. But my situation is kind of like his, because I don't have that option. Something is always popping up, and it's usually Tiger's big fat penis! If I'm not having to help out with visual stimulation, then I'm probably talking to Suzanne about something super sexy. It's like I can't escape. Worse, I don't want to escape!

Ron continued, "You have no idea how hot it gets. It's hot every single day, but sometimes a heat wave comes in and things get even worse. It's so stifling that it's nearly impossible to get anything done. Even with the air conditioning, you can't escape from the humidity. That's the killer."

Susan realized she needed to keep up appearances by taking part in the conversation. So she said, "I think I can relate to that. People don't usually think of Nebraska as a humid place, but in the summer it gets extremely hot, and then sometimes the humidity moves in too. It can get really miserable."

Ron nodded. "Imagine that, only times two. Bangkok is near the equator, and there's something about the heat of the sun there that's extra intense somehow. You can't get a tan there because you don't want to stay in the direct sunlight for more than five minutes if you can help it. It really is like an endless rainstorm, except with heat instead of rain."

Susan thought, I really wish he'd stop talking so much about heat. Whenever I think about heat these days, I think about how hot my Tiger gets me. One thing leads to another, and before I know it, it's like my body really is on fire! I have no choice but to take all my clothes off and stroke his fat cock, because I'm just that hot!

Wait. Scratch that part about stroking his fat cock. I don't HAVE to do that. It's just that I want to. And I need to watch my language. It's a "penis," not a "cock."

She sighed to herself. It's so frustrating that today is a Thursday. It's going to be such a long, long time until the next abnormality check comes around. I should have taken full advantage the day before yesterday and checked him thoroughly with my mouth! Mmmm! Yes! I would have checked him so long and so very, very thoroughly! Especially with my tongue on his sweet spot! But really, sliding my lips tightly back and forth over that spot is just as much fun! And doing both things together is the BEST!

Alan had asked Ron how much he was playing tennis lately, and Ron was answering, but Susan wasn't listening at all. Instead, she was thinking, It's such a shame. I feel such great heat and passion helping Tiger with his medical situation. Why is it I've never even felt a tenth of that with Ron? He's a good man, and a good friend. But our marriage has been so... sexless! He's handsome and energetic, and people say I'm very beautiful. Why doesn't he ever want to have sex with me?! Suzanne must be right that he's cheating on me. Either that, or he's just sexless. I hear that can happen, and some people just have very weak libidos.

That certainly wouldn't be a problem with Tiger though! If he was my husband, I doubt we'd ever get out of bed! In fact, I'd be naked nearly all the time! Oh my! What a hot thought that is! Tiger? As my husband?! Wow! I'd be bobbing on my knees half the day! And the other half, he'd be lying on top of me, plowing into me like a maniac! I'd get to know what it really means to get fucked then! Oh my! So hot!

Wait a second. Listen to me. I can't imagine myself getting impaled by my son's huge cock, not with my husband right there. I'm soooo baaaad! What if he sees the lust in my eyes as I think about kicking my feet up in the air and screaming helplessly as I'm skewered and DRILLED by my son's fat pussy-pounder?! That's one thing I definitely CAN'T think of, because it's way too hot!

Besides, it's rather insulting to Ron, thinking about how his son is sexually superior to him in every conceivable way! A big-titted mommy like me, well, if my son wants me, carnally, and sinfully, how can I resist him?! Oh God!

She was still frequently staring in the general direction of Alan's crotch, even though the table was in the way. As a result, it looked to the others more like she was looking at the bowl of fruit which presided over the center of the table. I'll bet his big dick is stiff right now. In fact, I almost guarantee it! As opposed to sexless Ron. I can't even remember the last time I saw or felt his erect penis. Where did we go wrong? Even back in our "honeymoon phase," it was more like two good friends living together.

What's going to happen to us, to our marriage? He'll be going back to Thailand before long. That'll leave me here with Tiger's rampant member. A cock, I mean a penis, that needs constant, intimate, tender loving care! What if Suzanne is right, and it's just a matter of time before I'm one of his "personal sluts?!" I could easily see that happening until I do something to stop it. But the problem is, I don't want to stop it! Ron, help me!

But her call for help was only a fleeting thought, and the small talk about Thailand continued until the end of breakfast. She never seriously considered talking to him about her problems, or their marriage problems in general. Deep down, she didn't want to "solve" her "problems," because even with her guilt and emotional conflict, she'd never been happier in her life.

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