Carl felt... off. He put down the coffee gently, and started to look around. It was almost as if... something was telling him to check around, like around him was... wrong?
He looked around the kitchen, then the living room he could see through the opening between rooms. Nope, all the same. He had to smile. He LOVED the style he picked out. Some golden hair fell into his face, and he brushed it to the side. He let out a little ow, as he accidentally scratched his face with his acrylic nails.
"You alright babe?" Jane asked from the stove.
"Yes sweetie I'm good... thanks again for cooking, you're so sweet!" He replied.
"Anything for my boy... just think of it as a thanks for letting me pound you all night long." She teased.
Carl blushed, letting out a giggle, but inside he had that feeling again. Something was off.
He scrutinized Jane's appearance. She had her typical half buzzed hair cut, her short brown hair shining a little as light leaked in from a window. Her breasts hung down, barely poking out from the sides as she faced away from Carl, her shirt bare. Luckily she didn't have that hairy of a chest, unlike some women he knew, or otherwise he'd have told her to throw a shirt on. Besides that she just wore boxers around her large ass.
Carl slumped back in his seat. Everything was normal. She always looked like that in the morning... so why did it make him feel weird?
He looked down at his own style. He wore his favorite pink robe, and just below it he could make out his tight bra, doing its job of hiding his nipples... of course if it was up to Jane he'd never be wearing one. She just loved to suck on them and pinch them and... He had to stop briefly, feeling a stirring in his panties.
"Ugh, no." He thought, trying his best to cross his legs and hide the growing erection. He knew how horny women always were, and he didn't need Jane seeing that. First of all, their food would get cold, but more importantly was what they discussed last night.
He remembered being fucked from below. Jane was pounding his pole so hard, the strap on already put away after Jane cumed multiple times alongside his ass getting sore. Her tight pussy destroyed his thick dick, pounding it hard while she slid in and out, her hips working overtime. She begged to be the mother of his children, so he had to push her off, though it was hard given how strong she was. Carl just, wasn't ready to be a father.
He wasn't ready for that! He'd have to leave work, be a stay at home dad, feed the kid, do even more house chores than he already did! He wasn't exactly a Meninist, but sometimes they had some good points. Why does the man always have to give up his career for his wife? Actually... that statement felt truer than ever... why was that resonating.
"Breakfast, is served." Jane announced, interrupting his confusion.
She kissed his forehead, then placed the plate in front of him.
"Oh thanks honey... you know I have a big day yeah?" Carl sighed.
"Of course." Jane replied, plopping down next to him, letting her breasts jiggle, nearly hitting her eggs.
"Watch where you swing those." Carl laughed.
"Yes dear." Jane laughed with an eye roll, scratching her 5 o'clock shadow before digging in.
Carl's thoughts temporarily left his confusion, focusing on eating and the day ahead.
Today...