The next morning, I was drawn from a deep sleep by the smell of coffee.  Cathy was missing from our bed, and I wasn’t sure if she was in the bathroom or the kitchen.  I rolled over to find the bathroom door closed.  Question answered.

Cathy came out of the bathroom, so  I took the opportunity to grab her and pull her back into bed.

“Don’t mess up my hair. I have to look my best. The boss arrives today,” she said in a businesslike voice.

“Huh?”  I was still waking up.

“You, boss; me, secretary.  I have to look my best and be ready to take dick-tation,” Cathy cooed.  I’m starting to wake up.

Cathy wiggled her butt into the kitchen quietly singing a happy tune.  She returned with our coffee and jiggling tits.

“You’re outta luck, boss.  Still no milk,” Cathy squeezed her tit and frowned.  “My first day on the job and I’ve failed the boss.” She bent over, which exposed her Little Kitty and her tight butt.

“That wasn’t necessary, Mrs. Eichols, it will come in handy later on,” I said, assuring.

“I will be ready and willing.  By the way, should we call Berson’s and make sure the desk will be delivered tomorrow?  Oh, for that matter, call All Electronic, too?”  Cathy sipped her coffee.

“That’s a good idea.  I think my ad-min should handle things like that, don’t you?” I smiled at Cathy.

Cathy put her arm around me and kissed my cheek.  “Yes, sir,” she giggled.

Cathy made the phone call to Bernson’s perfectly.  She had every detail down, the item number, size, and the guarantee, not to mention the final charges.  It was the same with All Electronics.  She had the item number, the latest processor, and the operating system.  Cathy is a natural.

“How did I do?”  she was anxious.

“Wonderfully.  And since you were so good, come here.” I pulled her over my legs and rubbed and patted her butt.

“Wow!  I must have done well.  You made my little butt happy,” she giggled.

“Cathy, I hate to make this a workday, but do we need to go to the laundromat or the grocery?”  I wanted to stay home and enjoy my bride.

“We can put off the laundry until the weekend, but our fridge may suffer from starvation by tomorrow night.  I have a meatloaf and potatoes planned for tonight, if that’s okay, other than that – oops! 

With the wedding and the WONDERFUL honeymoon, you gave me – well, I guess I got a little careless,” she hid behind her coffee cup.

“Oh, oh, one more mistake like that and you’ll get thirty lashes with a wet noodle,” we chuckled.

“What do I have to do to get thirty lashes with that rock-hard pussy pleaser?”  Cathy’s voice was seductive.

“Just be you, Kitten, just be you.”  We put our coffee down and hugged and kissed.

We decided to get up and have breakfast.  Cathy put on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes before she went to the kitchen. I went to the bathroom for my morning routine.  The hot shave felt great.  Afterward, I dressed like Cathy.  Shorts, a T-shirt, and slip-on tennis shoes.

Cathy fixed one of her outstanding breakfasts.  While we casually ate, Cathy was making out her shopping list.  She was smiling as she wrote what she wanted, then looked puzzled.

“Honey, is there anything special you would like me to fix?”  She studied her list.

“Spam,” I said.

“What?  For a second, I thought you said Spam.”

“I did.  I like Spam and eggs for breakfast.  There is a bacon-flavored but the original is fine for me.”  I finished my last piece of sausage.

“Okay, Spam it is.” She wrote it down, shaking her head.

Breakfast was cleaned up, and the list was completed.  It was time for shopping.  I caught Cathy next to the counter, and I trapped her between my arms with my hands on the counter.

“Don’t force me.  You know I hate it when you force me – let me take my shoes off.” Then she looked at me.

I pressed my lips against hers in a deep and passionate kiss.  I reached under her T-shirt and rubbed her bare back.

“Don’t you touch me.” She said as she slid her tongue into my mouth.

“Unhand me, I won’t be taken advantage of,” she purred.

I pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the counter.  Cathy cupped her left tit and pushed my face into it.  I sucked it immediately.

“Play with my nipple with your tongue – leave me alone, don’t force me.  Oh yes, suck it.” She was starting to pant.

I slid my hands under her shorts and massaged her ass.

“Leave me alone, I’ll scream – oh God, I love when you fondle my ass with your strong hands.  Mmmm, what are you doing? 

I was pushing my finger against her tight opening.  Cathy pushed against my finger.  I moved one hand from her and slid it between her legs so I could massage her pussy.

“Stop it. I swear I’m going to scream for – damn Carl, you’ve got me so hot.” She was breathing rapidly.

Cathy pulled off my T-shirt and pulled me against her.  She rubbed her tits against my bare chest and fondled my hard cock through my shorts.

“I guess you’re going to beat me with that night stick if I don’t obey.  Oooo, that thick, hard night stick being shoved into me.” Cathy’s legs were getting weak.

Cathy had wrapped her fingers around my cock as best she could.  I started to slide up and down in her grasp.

“I said don’t force – stop, stop – I’ll scream.” Cathy shoved her tongue into my mouth, grabbed my head, and kissed me like a woman filled with lust.

I slid her panties down and my shorts so I could slide my cock between her legs.  Her pussy was hot and wet.  When she felt me slide between her lips, Cathy moaned, held her tit, and shoved it in my mouth.

I sucked her tit and flicked her erect nipple with my tongue.  She was rocking her hips so her pussy slid the length of my cock.

“Get away from me or I’ll – oh God, Carl.  Take me to bed – if you shove that thing in me, I’m going to cum all over your cock and balls.”

I pushed her panties and my shorts to the floor.  I gently bundled Cathy into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.  I set her on the bed, ensuring her head was on the pillow.  She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire.

I started to get onto the bed, Cathy raised her legs and spread them for me.  She spread her arms on the bed.  When I knelt between her legs, she cooed, “Leave me alone – don’t touch me, you bad man.”

Cathy groaned with wanting as my cock filled her wet, warm pussy.  I started to stroke her with long, slow strokes, stopping each time to crush her clit between our bodies.

“That’s it – can’t take no more.” Cathy inhaled sharply, and when she exhaled, she showered me with her cum.

I pushed her arms over her head and held them with my hands.  Cathy whimpered and squirmed under me, grunting and groaning with each thrust of my cock.  With her legs raised to her chest, my balls would slap her ass cheeks with each thrust.

Cathy’s pussy was spraying me with her cum, and when my cock exploded into her pussy, Cathy groaned a loud, long groan.

“Damn – feels so good – ung, ung -aaaah.” Cathy wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed her hips up to meet my squirting cock.

I had emptied my balls deep in her pussy.  I moved so I could put her legs over my shoulders.  She smiled at me as a satisfied woman as I pushed my body against hers, my cock going as deep into her as possible.   

My cock was getting limp, so I released Cathy’s arms and legs. They fell heavily onto the bed.  My cock slipped from her pussy and slid over her leg when I lay next to her.

“Mmmm, my Man.  My Lover, my husband.  You’re the best damn lover in the world.  Oh, did I forget to scream?  Hmmm, I must have been too busy enjoying your cock, making me cum.  Damn, you are a good lover, Carl.” Cathy had cuddled close to me.  Her head was resting on my chest.

“My Kitten, the best love partner a guy could ever have.  You are a wonderful lady, wife, and lover.”  I rubbed her butt.

“You know, doing that can only cause trouble?  And do I love getting into trouble with you.  When the mood hits my Man, it isn’t long before we’re all tangled up and making a mess.”  Cathy sighed and ran her hand over my chest.

We must have dozed off because I woke up and looked at my bride.  She was lying there with a Cheshire Cat grin.

“And what’s with that grin?”  I squeezed and kissed her.

“I’m wondering what people will be thinking about me with this smile on my face.  Nobody could be as happy as I am at this second.  But it’s almost two, and we need to get some groceries in.” Cathy kissed my chest and then my cock and balls.

“I’ll be seeing you guys again real soon.” Then she headed for the bathroom.

I pulled into the lot of our grocery store, and Cathy pulled a list and a pen from her purse.  She reviewed her list item by item.  She was making Santa Claus look like a beginner.

“Honey, I’ve never shopped in here.  I’m running in and getting what I can afford, but actually shopping is new territory.  So, this may take longer until I get to know the layout.  I know you’ll be patient.” Cathy pressed her head against my shoulder.

As we walked into the store, Cathy stopped to survey it as if she were on an undercover mission. After a moment or two, we were off to the races.

First stop: the produce section. I watched Cathy check every potato and orange. I stopped her with the Brussels sprouts and cabbage, no go there.  On to the lettuce, tomatoes, and mushrooms.  We walked past the cucumber, and Cathy grinned at me.

“Sure, don’t need that,” she giggled and headed to the packaged meat.

The meat department was next. I told her we could pass the cereal aisle except for oatmeal.  She gave me a funny look.

“I would have never guessed you didn’t like cold cereal, but you do like oatmeal.  You are getting to be fun to learn.” She pressed on.

The next aisle to be inspected was the liquor aisle, then on to the detergents and cleaning agents.  She stopped at the dairy case and got a quart of milk.  She looked at her tits and frowned.

“Sorry,” she pouted.

On to the checkout lane.  I’m looking for the loan department.  Cathy struck up a conversation with the young lady as I loaded the store onto the belt.  A young man came up to help bag our purchases, and the girl told him not to bag it too heavily.  I turned over my four-o-one to her, and the young man helped us out with the groceries.  

We were getting into the car, ready to leave, but Cathy stopped.  Her expression changed dramatically.  She just stared.

“Honey, what’s wrong?  Cathy – Kitten, talk to me.”

“Oh, Carl.  See the girl in the spike heels.  That’s Gwen, and the girl with her is Stella.  Connie and Stephie in real life.  They must have had a good week.  Carl?”  Cathy’s face was filled with emotion.

“Will the food go for them, or will the other ladies get to share?”  I asked her.

“Some will give them some money for food, others will steal from them.”  Cathy started to cry.

“Cathy, go with them.  You know what to do,” I handed her my credit card.

Cathy jumped out of the car and ran up to the girls.  They hugged and looked Cathy up and down.  They talked for a while before they went into the store.

I waited in the car, wondering what they had to do for the money.  Then I realized I didn’t want to know.  That was something I had to overcome with Cathy.  Remembering our first meeting at Mickey’s.  A starving woman down on her luck.

Forty-five minutes later, the trio emerged from the store.  They hugged and kissed, then started to walk away.  When Cathy came back to the car, I asked her why she didn’t ask if they wanted a ride.  Cathy just sat there sobbing quietly.

“Take me home, Carl.  Please,” I started the car and headed for home. 

To be continued