She went over and met him halfway to the kitchen, and took the plate from his hands.
"Here, let me. You've been working so hard all day," she cooed. Even she was a little disgusted by her all-too-willing-to-please tone. Bob was so surprised his mouth dropped open, and was still open when she turned around to go back to the kitchen. "Just make yourself comfortable on the couch, or better yet, take a nice, warm shower," she called back over her shoulder. She wanted to act as though the suggestion was off-the-cuff, but her very kindness was enough to shock Bob into silence. The only consolation she had was that was better than their arguing.
"Are you actually recommending I slack off at home?" Bob asked her after he'd recovered from the shock to his system. Tiffany put the plate in the sink and turned back to him. She tried not to look at the box and cupcake that sat on the island, and there was a smile on her face.
"Yes, now go upstairs and relax a little. I don't think any light bulbs needs replacing or pipes fixing right now." He wasn't much of a handyman, anyway, and generally contracted out the maintenance work.
"I guess." He turned away toward the stairs leading to the second floor, paused, and then looked over his shoulder. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth set in a firm line. "You haven't poisoned that sandwich or anything, have you?" She gave him her best scowl, and he turned to hold up his hands. "Alright, alright, I'll take that as a no." Much to her relief he finally went upstairs and she was left alone with her delights.
Tiffany whirled around and her eyes gazed hungrily at the pink box. She moved over and snatched the cupcake from behind the container. The soft body jiggled in her hand, but it was firm enough not a flake fell on the floor. With a craving she'd never known, Tiffany opened her mouth wide and bit a large hole into the top and side. That was when she found the center was made of a gooey mass of chocolate that had been injected into the cupcake just prior to baking. The soft center drizzled down her chin and trickled onto the counter top, but she didn't care. The flavor of the icing had been the, well, icing on the cupcake. Her whole body was filled with a delicious ripple of ecstasy that rivaled any orgasm she'd ever experienced.
Tiffany sat down on one of the stools around the island and leaned her back against the top. She slowly chewed through the piece of cupcake, savoring every sensual bite. She gave a moan of disappointment when she swallowed the last piece, but there were others waiting for her, a whole boxful. With an eagerness that both thrilled and frightened her, Tiffany dove into the cupcake in her hand and those in the box. She had nothing to fear from interference, for even now she could hear Bob in the shower.
In a few pleasure-filled minutes the contents of the box was devoured and all that remained of her crime were the crumbs on her face and the oozing centers dribbled on the counter top. The evidence was soon wiped away and the box was hidden from both her guilt and Bob's teasing. He would never let her live down having consumed so many cupcakes so quickly. Then, with the kitchen spotless but not her thoughts, Tiffany went over and sat down on the couch to watch some tv.
Her craving was satiated, and her stomach was most definitely full. Now all she felt was the warm afterglow of the sugary goodness, and she snuggled down into the couch cushions to let herself digest. It wasn't until a few minutes later that she felt something amiss inside her.
At first it was just a mere nuisance, an unsettling sensation that only caused her to pause. Then she fidgeted on the cushion. Something was definitely not right, and moving around wasn't helping. Soon that nuisance swelled into a bigger problem, though even that word didn't quite describe what she was feeling. It was a slow building of heat from her very center that worked out to cover every part of her body. At the beginning the heat was minimal, nothing more than a slight touch of something, but then it quickly rose to a temperature that affected her other senses.
Tiffany felt a blush rise up in her cheeks when the heat swelled up and brushed over her. She was on fire with a sensation not unpleasing, but definitely confusing. It felt like somebody was touching her most tender, sensitive parts and lighting up her repressed sexual urges. She gasped out when another wave swept over her body and tingled her heated skin. She squirmed in her seat and her core ached for satisfaction. Tiffany was horny, that much was true, but she'd never felt such a swift and demanding need as she did now. Every muscle tensed against the heat and she swore she felt her shapely thighs stretch the seams of her sweat pants. Her breasts grew heavier and she found herself gasping for breath amidst the heat.
Tiffany didn't know what came over her, but she wanted some relief, any relief, from this ache. Unbidden, her hand slid down between her pert breasts. The mounds, before below-average for her height and weight, were now a little bigger than she remembered. Her hands continued its journey down over her flat stomach and hesitated only a moment at the band of her shorts before her fingers dove inside. She shuddered when they touched the hot, sticky mess down there. Her fingers brushed against her sensitive nub and she let out a soft cry.
Tiffany was jerked out of her self-ecstasy when the water upstairs shut off. She yanked her hand from her pants and blushed a bright red. If Bob had caught her in such an act that would have made their marriage that much more embarrassing. Thinking those thoughts, however, didn't make the need in her body vanish. Instead, the thoughts were forced to turn toward the male who occupied the upstairs bathroom. She could just imagine him without any of his clothes and his body soaked with glistening water. It was enough to make the heat flare up, stronger and hotter than before.
Her mind was split into two camps. There was the stubborn, bitter woman who had been created over the last few months. That was the one who wallowed in every petty fight and never forgot an insult. Then there was the before-woman, the one who had existed in the early years of their marriage. That woman was happy and reveled in the possibilities of a little romp with her husband, reason be damned for this sudden physical and emotional change. They were husband and wife, for goodness sake! What could be more natural than to feel the urge to have sex with one another?
The before-woman won. Tiffany couldn't resist the urge, and truth be told she didn't want to. All doubt was swept from her mind and she languidly slid off the couch toward the stairs.