I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the front door closing. This was a fairly normal occurrence for me: I always wake up when my wife gets home from work. I was, however, a bit surprised that when I glanced at the alarm clock it was 1:22...usually my wife got home closer to 2:40. Also unusual, my wife took a shower before coming to bed. When Shannon walked into the bedroom she looked absolutely stunning. She was naked as a jay bird; her hair was glistening with moisture from the shower she'd just taken... Despite the amazing orgasm I had with Kelly

four hours earlier, my dick was instantly hard.

My wife lifted the sheet and crawled into bed with me. The instant she was fully under the covers, I reach over and placed my hand on her left breast...my thumb gently caressing the side of her nipple.

"We gotta talk about something," Shannon said as she moved my hand from her breast to her waist. Hearing her say those words, I instantly feared that my wife knew about the things I had been doing with, or is it to, her six-year-old daughter.

Somehow, despite my fear, I managed to stay calm and asked, "What's wrong babe?"

My wife smiled: she's always liked it when I call her `babe.' "At work tonight..." she began speaking, but quickly trailed off. I was no longer afraid the she knew about me and Kelly, but wondered if I was going to have to do something to scare the hell out of her new boss

"What happened?" I asked as my hand began slowly drifting down to her hip.

"Two things actually... something my boss said, and something about the job," Shannon seemed uncomfortable.

"What did he say?' I asked strongly: all but certain I was going to have to scare the crap out of him.

"He asked if I had kids; and I told him about Kelly. Then he told me about how his son had kids; and how he had it in his will that one of his childhood friends would be their legal guardian if something happened to him and his wife..." Shannon trailed off.

"So?" I questioned, much relieved that I wasn't going to have to hack my wife's workplace.

"Well my boss told me that his son's friend was killed in a car accident..." again my wife trailed off.

"Lots of people die in car accidents," I commented, wondering why that was such a big deal.

"Yeah, but when the police went to secure his house afterwards, they found a sex dungeon in his basement..." she trailed off again.

"Hey, that's a good idea: we should build a sex dungeon on our basement," I jokingly commented.

She cracked a smile before saying, "That's not funny." She took a breath and continued speaking, "the sex dungeon in the guy's basement had with posters on the walls of men in leather masks doing horrible things to little girls," Shannon explained.

That sounded really similar...I paused for a second, before it hit me, "I think I read something about..."

"Yea. It got me thinking: in our will we've got my childhood friend Ann listed to be Kelly's guardian if something happens to us..." she commented.

"Right," I replied.

"She married some MMA fighter, lives on the other side of the country, and they don't have any kids," Shannon began, "I'm not sure I'd want a guy who gets paid to beat the crap out of people looking after my daughter," she added a hint of concern in her voice.

There was a brief moment of silence before I spoke up, "Remember I told you about my friend Willie, from college?" I asked, all but certain that my wife would confuse the name of my college friend `Will' with `Willie', the man in the next county who cums in his daughter's and nieces' panties. "Well he's living in the next county: he's married and has a daughter, his sister and her two daughters are living with him and his wife..." I trailed off, hoping my wife would put two and two together.

"When's the last time you saw him?" Shannon asked.

"We had lunch a couple weeks ago," I truthfully replied, "the Friday before you worked that Saturday day-shift."

Shannon seemed deep in thought for a few second before she began, "Yeah...yeah, I think he'd be a good potential guardian for Kelly, if something happened to us."

Once she said those words my hand quickly moved to my wife's incredible round ass.

She proceeded to move my hand back to her waist and said, "About my job..."

"What about your job?" I asked.

"I got over two hundred dollars in tips tonight, but..." she trailed off.

"Two hundred on a Wednesday night: that's great," I commented, "But, what?"

"Well... It's... It's a smoking club. They want me to smoke when I'm working..." Shannon trailed off.

"Ah..." I said, now without any idea where this conversation was headed.

"I told you about how, back when I was a teenager I started smoking at parties...which lead to smoking when I was hanging out with friends...and how suddenly I was smoking a pack every day..." my wife said before adding, "then when I found out I was pregnant with Kelly I quit smoking..."

"Actually, I don't think you ever told me that you used to smoke," I said, surprised by what my wife had just told me.

"You sure about that?" she asked in an exceedingly questioning tone.

"Yeah, babe; pretty sure, but it's in the past. And I love you for you, so don't worry about it," I replied.

"You're so sensible; that's what I love about you..." my wife cooed before kissing me on the lips. Taking that kiss as a `go ahead' I moved my hand back down onto her ass and pulled her towards me a bit. Shannon stopped me, "Back when I found out I was pregnant with Kelly and stopped smoking; I sorta figured I go back to smoking after I had the baby. But when Kelly was born I swore I'd never smoke around her...and I haven't..." she trailed off.

"Hmm," I thought about what my wife had told me over the past few minutes, before asking, "Is there a minimum amount they want you to smoke while you're working at the club?"

"No, they just want me to smoke, `cause if I don't, it'll make the customers uncomfortable," my wife explained.

"Well," I offered, "You could try smoking just one or two cigarettes ever time you're working at the club, to keep them happy... You wouldn't be smoking around Kelly...I mean it's not like she's gonna be at a smoking club..."

Shannon was a surprisingly silent for about half-a-minute while she was, almost certainly, weighing the pros and cons of my suggestion. "Not sure how I'd smoke so few cigarettes over so many hours..." she pondered.

I thought for a few seconds before asking, "You don't have to smoke a cigarette all at once, right?"

Smiling, Shannon replied, "No... I could light one, take a puff, put it down and come back for another puff five or ten minutes later..." she half laughed before adding, "and if I have to re-light it; it'll just look like I started another one."

"Unh huh..." I replied, "my thoughts exactly."

"You may be the best husband ever," Shannon said as she rolled me onto my back and proceeded to straddle my belly.

In a matter of seconds my dick was fully engulfed by my wife's pussy. She began bouncing up-and-down: the bed was squeaking and my rock hard dick was sliding in-and-out of her wet sex hole. Perhaps 90 seconds after Shannon began bouncing on my lap, the insides of her pussy began getting wetter and hotter. Locking her fingers in the hair on the back of my head, she leaned back. While I watched her through the darkness bouncing on my dick, I was staring at her spectacular breasts constantly moving in the opposite direction as her body...god it was a sight to behold. A moment later the walls of her pussy began to ripple around my dick. I glanced up at her face just in time to see her eyes roll-back in her head as her body began shaking and she began panting.

My wife must have been orgasming for a full minute when felt my butt cheeks tighten signaling the beginning of my orgasm. A fraction second later my hairy balls drew up under my dick, the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my shaft, and then my dick erupted. The first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, cum blasted deep inside my wife's spasm'ing pussy. Spurt after spurt, my dick continued spewing my cum into my wife's love hole. For the next few seconds.

I'm not really sure what happened next, because the next thing I can remember was waking up in bed next to Shannon with the sun streaming in through the windows.