- 20
- Mar
Isabelle told him several times you need to figure out where we are going hiking today. He sat down to take care of it while she tried to put the baby down for a nap. When the baby fell asleep, she laid him down and then told John she was going to go down to the office to get some work done.
John snapped at her, “Sit on the bed and shut up for a minute!”
Isabelle sat down and watched John surf from one website to another, not accomplishing anything or talking to her. Isabelle, irritated with John’s wasting her time, started huffing.
John said, “WHAT?”
Isabelle replied, “What do you want me to do? I am just sitting her watching you surf the web. I have things to get done too!” And with that, Isabelle got up to leave the room and said, “I am going downstairs!”
Isabelle walked out of the room and down the hall when she heard a loud crash from her bedroom. She knew John was mad, but she couldn’t believe he would have thrown his precious laptop to the floor. Isabelle just smirked and walked down the stairs as she heard John come running after her screaming.
John was irate, why couldn’t she sit and help him for 10 fucking minutes. John threw his things down and went after her. So infuriated, he ran his shoulder into the doorway as he walked by; which only added flames to the fire. He yelled, “Why do you always have to be like this?!”
Isabelle hopped down on the couch and picked up her computer, ready to get back to work. Isabelle was amused by John’s screeching, but was worried he would wake up the kids and ruin the very short break they had to get things done.
John barreled down the stairs, still roaring. “Why is it so hard for you to help me? Why can’t you just sit there for a few minutes instead of racing down here?”
Isabelle tried hard not to laugh at John when he yelled. How was it she could be in trouble for something he never asked her to do? The irony of his words eating at her, the hypocrisy of him demanding her to read his mind and know he wanted help. When the tables were turned and she needed help, she was required to ask and never assume or expect anything. Starting to get aggravated, she told John, “You need to be QUIET. If you wake the kids up you can deal with them!”
John rebuked, “NO. I don’t have to be quiet if I don’t want to.”
Now realizing she was fighting with a five year old, Isabelle went back to working on the computer and somewhat ignoring the situation. She finally said, “I told you I was coming downstairs to work, before I put the kids to sleep. I specifically told you that you needed to find a place to hike and you said ‘I will take care of it.’ That to me means that you are going to take care of it.”
John, now somewhat quieter said, “I assumed you were going to help me. You haven’t been paying attention to me or the kids for the last few days. I have had to take care of everything with them. It’s like you are just not paying any attention to anything.“
With that John stomped back upstairs and then said, “Do you want a burger?”
Isabelle was stinging with resentment. John could say a lot of things, but she and she alone took care of most of the things with the kids and now she was ready for a fight. First, Isabelle quickly found a hike for the day, just to prove how easy it was to accomplish and then Isabelle pounded up the stairs after him.
Isabelle found John seasoning the hamburger meat, getting it ready to go on the grill. She said nothing at first, arming herself with a strong dispute. While she continued to get her thoughts in order, Isabelle put one of the kids back down. Then, when she was ready she found John out on the porch. Isabelle said, “How DARE you! How dare you accuse me of being inattentive with the kids. You can be angry all you want, but I am the one who takes care of the kids.”
Isabelle didn’t realize John had cooled off and was taken aback when he said, “You are right, I didn’t mean it. I just say that when I am mad at you. You do take care of the kids.”
She looked at him surprised by the white flag surrender and decided perhaps this ridiculous fight could end now. “Why did you get so mad?” she asked.
John replied, “Why was it so hard for you to help me?”
Isabelle laughed, “You never asked for help. You told me to sit down and shut up. Then you made me watch what you were doing, but not even comment. You also said you would take care of it. And I told you how I would find a hike yesterday.”
John replied, “I assumed you would help me. You saw what I was doing.”
Isabelle leaned into John and smiled. “You are just as bad as our son. All you have to do is ask for help.” She pulled at his shirt and moved in closer as she said, “You make me ask for help, but then assume I know you want help.”
He laughed and said, “Of course.”
He reached his arms around her and said, “I love you.”
John kissed her forehead and then her mouth. As he kissed her, she wondered if his mind was wondering in the same direction as hers. At that moment a cold breeze came by sending chills down Isabelle’s back.
John could see the desire in Isabelle’s eyes and immediately reached for her shirt, pulling it quickly over her head. He went back to her mouth probing deep and hard while his hands hastily removed her bra and threw it to the ground. He ran his hands roughly down her neck to her taught breasts where he pulled and twisted forcefully.
Isabelle’s body tensed as each breeze touched her skin. Isabelle was groping John’s back vigorously as she reached to get his shirt off. She kissed his neck and gnawed on his collar bone and on to his nipple where she bit down hard.
John grabbed Isabelle’s boxers and yanked them to the ground with one hand while he picked her up below the ass with the other. Arms wrapped around her legs and still kissing her, he set her up on the porch banister rail. With the added height he was able to move right back to her nipples, causing her to shriek with excitement.
Each kiss, each movement was violent, wrenching for more, Isabelle used her feet to push John’s sweats to the ground and reached for his penis abrasively. Isabelle ran her hands up and down his penis quickly spreading his warm pre-cum over the sensitive tip. The chilly air reached both of their bodies as they were exposed to the view of the road.
Isabelle pushed his penis to her already wet pussy and moved it back and forth over the clit, with a hard flicking movement, spreading her cum on his penis. John wrapped her legs around him for easier access and keeping one hand under her ass and the other behind her neck began pushing his penis toward her, trying with all his mite to get in.
Isabelle enjoyed having the control and continued to only allow him access to her soft lips making him kiss her harder.
When he couldn’t take it any longer, John grabbed Isabelle back up off the railing and forced her body to his, slamming his dick into her pussy. Almost digging his nails into her ass as he drove his dick into her over and over, he kissed her ears and neck.
They ravaged each other as if starved from sex, biting, kissing, and sucking almost to the point of aguish. John thrust his penis as deep as he could go, pulling her closer for better entry. He leaned her back onto the banister letting her breasts bounce up and down as he moved her on and off of him, her nipples rigid from the cold air brushing across them.
They both panted heavily as they worked fervently to reach orgasm in unison. Both bodies now covered in sweat as John moved harder and faster scraping Isabelle’s back across the rough wooden railing causing her to yelp in pain and bliss. Ignorant of the passing cars on the road, Isabelle began to scream and buck wildly on John as hard as she could, trying desperately to cum.
John gave one last push and picked Isabelle back up off of the railing, holding her to him as he exploded cum inside her. She began to shake and pulled herself back up to him to kiss him and hold him tight as she came repetitively on his now softening dick. She breathed deep and whispered to him, “Who fights just for makeup sex….”
They both laughed and continued trying to catch their breath.
