Wearing your T-shirt, and sweatpants, you and your husband step from the bathroom.
Your daughter is standing there holding her stuffed dog. “When I woke up. I didn’t see you. Toby got scared.” She says holding her toy dog tightly. You kiss her forehead and then scratch between Toby’s ears.
“We were sweaty and dirty picking the berries at the farm so Daddy and I took a shower. Is Toby okay with that?” You ask.
She nods and holds up her toy. “He’s not scared anymore.”
Your husband comes from behind you, picks up your daughter, and holds her up. “Okay Munchkin, shall we help Mommy make jam?”
She smiles and laughs as he moves her through the air and then hugs her.
Your son is already in the kitchen standing next to the bag of berries, bouncing up and down with excitement.
“So what do we do first?” your husband asks as he sets your daughter back on the ground.
Quickly you go to the old recipe box. It’s an old metal box that was originally for cocoa powder but with the hinged lid and the fact that it fit index cards perfectly, you knew you had to keep it. You open it and thumb through the cards. You find one, in your father’s script, “Easy Freezer Jam”.
You read aloud what is needed. “2 cups of crushed berries, 4 cups of sugar, 1 box of Pectin, and ¾ cup of water.”
“Honey, I don’t think we have enough sugar or pectin.” Your husband says as he checks the pantry.
You sigh, “Ok, Dear, why don’t you run to the store. I’ll have the kids help me prepare everything until you return.”
He steps up and kisses you. “Is there anything else we need? Maybe something for once the kids are asleep?” He asks quietly. You look at the kids who are listening in.
Loudly and clearly you say, “Also pick up ice cream, whipped cream, and maybe some chocolate sauce.” You then lean in to kiss him and whisper ‘Maybe you will get lucky tonight and I might want a “special dessert”?”
He smiles broadly. “I’ll be back.”
While he is gone, you and the kids find a bunch of plastic containers with matching lids. The smallest being 1 cup, and the largest being 1 quart. The kids wash the containers and lids as you prepare the fruit. When they finish, you have your daughter wait by the metal mixing bowl with a potato masher and your son helps you prepare berries with a hard plastic knife.
You see your husband walk in carrying a couple of cloth grocery bags. “Did I miss all the fun?” he asks as he puts away the groceries.
“You are right on time.” You say as you nod towards the recipe. “Can you leave out the sugar and the pectin?”
“Of course,” he says as he fills the large storage container marked “Sugar”, then sets it on the cupboard.
He walks over to you, kisses your cheek, and looks at the large pile of berry stems. He then looks the colander and sees that most of the berries have been prepared, and are now in the metal bowl. You take the last of the berries from the colander, “Save these to go on the ice cream later.”
He nods, then dumps the stems into the trash.“What’s next?”
You nod at your daughter. “It’s time to squish the berries.”
“Yay!” she squeals and starts mashing with the potato masher. Your husband quickly steadies the metal bowl for her. The kitchen is full of the smell of smashed fruit and juice. After a few minutes, your daughter says that her arms are tired.
Your husband says “You did good, baby. Let Daddy try for a bit.” He quickly smashes the berries into a thick paste. You hold out the large measuring cup and have him dump it all in. A little over 6 cups of pulped berries. At your direction, he dumps 2 cups of berries into the bowl, and then he slowly stirs, adding the sugar as you make the pectin/water mix which you add. You have him continue stirring for 3 minutes. The kids bring the containers as you grab a ladle from the utensil holder and start spooning out the mix. As soon as one container is filled, you have them hand you another. Soon the mixing bowl is empty, and you make two more batches and soon have the closed containers lined up on the cupboard. There is a little bit of the last batch that you have your husband put into a mug.
Because of all of the jam making, your husband recommends having pizza for dinner. You kiss him on the cheek. “How about I get the pizza, while you and the kids clean the kitchen.”
Your son quickly says, “Can I help you get the pizza, Mommy. I already washed dishes.” pointing to the containers he prepared for you.
Your husband grins and shrugs as he starts rinsing the sugary mix off of the utensils before loading them into the dishwasher.
You place the pizza order on the app on your phone and then show your son the screen. “They received the order. See, it says ‘Making the Pizza’.”
He shouts “Yay!” and runs for the front door. “Let’s go Mommy. Maybe we can watch them make it.”
By the time you arrive at the Pizza parlor, your son is asking “Are they still making it? Can we watch?”
When you get there, your son runs up to the glass partition in front. He is always fascinated watching them make pizzas. The cook spins the dough in the air, until it is the size he needs and puts it on the baking pan. “Is that one ours, Mommy?”
You point to the extra-large pizza coming out of the oven. “That one is ours, I think.”
You both move farther down the glass as you watch them put the pizza into a box and slice it. “Yay!” he says as you both go to the register. You tell the cashier your name, and they hand you your pizza. It smells so good, and you feel the warmth through the cardboard box.
When you get home, your husband and daughter have the kitchen cleaned and plates set on the table. Sometimes it is nice to have a sit-down dinner with the family.
After pizza, you dish up ice cream, with whipped cream, berries and chocolate sauce. Everyone goes to the living room. You sit on the couch next to your husband, as the kids sit in their chairs. You let them pick a movie, but you remind them that it can’t be something that they have already watched this week. If you didn’t tell them that, you would be watching one of those animated movies with an overly catchy soundtrack. Catchy that is the first dozen times, but when you hear the same things every day, it gets on your nerves. You also tell them that if they can’t choose, then Daddy gets to choose. After a few minutes of discussion, they pick one that they haven’t watched too recently. You snuggle next to your husband, suggestively licking the chocolate sauce from your spoon.
“Mmmm, I can’t wait until they fall asleep.” he whispers, and places an arm around you. As cartoon animals sing and dance on the screen, you feel your husband’s hand play with your breast through your t-shirt. You place your empty ice cream bowl on his lap, slowly moving it back and forth along his crotch. “I see you’re in a playful mood too.” He whispers.
“If you can wait until they fall asleep, I have an idea for a special dessert.” you playfully whisper back.
By the time the cartoon animals are singing the closing credits, both kids are asleep.
After putting them both to bed, your husband comes up behind you and hugs you. “So what do we do with all of the jam on the cupboards?”
You turn and kiss him. “The containers stay for a day, then we can put them in the freezer.”
He looks confused, “I thought you said something about a ‘special dessert’.”
You kiss him. “Go put some towels on the bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”
He looks a little confused, but nods and does as you ask. You grab the mug with jam, the whipped cream, and a spoon, and head to the bedroom.
Your bed is covered with towels. “Ok, now what?” Your husband asks, with a playful grin.
You set everything on the bed and then strip out of your clothes. Thinking back, you realize it’s been a long time since you did any ‘food play’, and that was prior to meeting your husband. Fully naked, you sit on the edge of the bed, then pick up the mug with jam. It is firming up, so you stir it with a spoon to make it flow a bit easier.
“Oh, is this like that scene in ‘9 ½ Weeks’? But he used a blindfold and more than just jam and whipped cream.” Your husband comments as he strips naked too.
“Come on over.” You say in a soft sultry tone then use the spoon to drip some berry jam on your right breast. You expect it to feel cold on your skin but it’s still room temperature so not too shocking as the sticky glob slowly moves down to your nipple. You set the spoon in the mug and grab the whipped cream. You shoot a little on your nipple, covering the jam. “Now lick me clean.” You playfully command.
He gets down on his knees, and you see that he’s excited by this. You feel his warm tongue slowly licking the cold, and quickly melting cream. He swallows it then he licks up the jam, including slowly licking up the sweet sticky trail on your breast.
While he is focused on your right breast, you smear some jam on the left one, then lean back a bit. You love how your husband uses his tongue and mouth. After licking the right one, he takes a moment and firmly sucks your right nipple. You feel it all the way down your spine. He releases it and the looks at the left breast. “Mmmm That one looks sticky too.” He grabs the whipped cream can and shoots a line on top of the jam trail. You steady yourself for it, but it’s cold on your skin. It starts dripping as heat of your skin melts it so fast, but his tongue is faster. He starts at your nipple and licks up. A couple of drips slide down the sides of your breast, on to your thigh. After he licks that one clean and sucks your left nipple firmly, he comments. “There isn’t a lot of jam left. Why don’t you lay back and slide over.”
Your do as he asks and get in the center of the bed. He takes the mug then gets between your legs. You feel a sticky glop of jam hit your pussy lips. He takes the back of the spoon and slowly rubs the sticky mass up and down, covering your lips, clit, and a little at the base of your pubic bush. “Try not to get my hair sticky.” You comment.
You are startled by both the sound and the cold of the whipped cream on your pussy. But it is quickly followed by the feeling of his hand sliding under your ass and his mouth licking and sucking the cream. His warm mouth feels so good. You feel his tongue go up and down, through and around, and then the suction of his mouth as he sucks your clit and makes sure that all of the sticky mess is off of your pussy. He is so good with his mouth you grab his hair, and try to hold him as you hump his face to an orgasm.
You release him and he moves up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself mixed with berries and cream. He lies next to you. “Is it my turn?” he asks, with his hard cock lying against his stomach.
Grabbing the mug and spoon, you drip and smear the last of the jam on his schlong. You like how it looks, getting that glaze on it. Then you take the whipped cream can, and shake it. But before you squirt it on him, you slowly lick some jam off of him The sweetness and bright berry flavor is what you were missing on this morning’s toast. Holding his hard dick straight up, you lick around the tip, and taste both berry jam and his excitement. Not a bad flavor you think, but it is missing something. You smile wickedly at him and then squirt the cream on him. “Wow! That is cold!” He says, trying to reach down for you.
“Fair is fair.” You say and squirt a line down his shaft. It starts to slide almost immediately, so you lick from his balls up to the tip, catching most of it in your mouth. “The flavor of whipped cream and berry jam is really good.” You think as you swallow it down. You continue licking and sucking him until he cums in your mouth. Then you grab a towel and wipe yourself. He takes another one and wipes himself off too. You kiss him again. “Let’s grab a quick shower. I’d hate to wake up and find that I still have cream or jam on me.”
He nods and gathers up all of the towels from the bed. Quickly throwing them in the hamper and then following you into the shower.
He kisses you again. “Want some more shower sex?’
You hug him. “Not tonight, Dear. I enjoyed it earlier, and we just had fun on the bed. But I feel like we’d be pressing our luck and we’d have little ones asking why we are making noises in the shower.”
The steam fills the bathroom, and he holds you tightly. “Ok. You’re right. Let’s just clean up and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.”
You kiss him again and then step into the shower. “Sometimes you are such a romantic. Hand me the soap?”
You luck out. When you finish, there are no soft knocks on the door, but you feel tired. It has been a long and busy day. You dry off, put on a nightie and lay your head on his chest. “So what family activity do you want to do tomorrow?” you playfully ask.
He shakes his head, sighs, and holds you, as he drifts off to sleep.
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