Cup Cake flipped the sign on Sugarcube Corner's door to "closed." It had been a slow evening, anyway.
Although her husband had been mysteriously absent for most of it. He had slipped away a while ago, and she assumed he went to check on the twins, but now that he had been gone a while, she wondered what had sidetracked him. After all, it wasn't like her Carrot to be absent when he had pies to pull out of the oven.
The timer was ringing, and after waiting a few long moments, listening for his steps down the stairs, she slipped the worn oven mitt over her own hand to pull the tray out herself, setting the pies to cool by the window, just like her parents did. She still believed the fresh air was the final ingredient to a good pie.
But with the timer silenced and the house quiet, she set off to find him. After years of marriage, she knew the first place to look for an absent husband was the bathroom, for whatever reason.
She ascended the stairs just as Carrot Cake was coming out, and he jumped so high his head nearly hit the ceiling. Cup Cake immediately saw why. She could see the cover of the latest issue of Heat being stuffed behind his back in a vain attempt to hide the bare-breasted mares on the cover.
"Are the pies done?" he asked, his face beet red, hoping he hadn't been caught.
"I just pulled them out, sugar," she answered. Mrs. Cake wasn't angry. She had been with Mr. Cake long enough to knew that he made a batch of "batter" every once in a while, whether she was there for it or not, and she was always fussing about him leaving his "reading material" out where Pinkie or, Celestia forbid, the twins might see it. If anything, she was just as embarrassed as he was. Even if she knew he did it, she wasn't comfortable with it one bit.
"Oh. Thanks, dumpling," he said. "Let me see how Pinkie is doing with the twins and I'll be right down."
Cup Cake was tempted to roll her eyes. Did he really believe she was buying this? The situation was awkward, but his shame made perfectly normal behavior more suspicious.
"Sweetie, are you feeling alright?" she asked.
"Of course, honeybunch. Why do you ask?" he returned.
"No reason," she accepted. "But I'll check on the twins. You should... take care of your things before you come down."
Now he knew he was caught. "Right..." he answered.
"And please wash your hands. We've still got that cake for tomorrow," she said, almost out of habit, before heading back down the stairs.
Pinkie had already put the twins to sleep. Trying to cast the moment out of her mind, Cup Cake started mixing up the cake batter. But when she heard his footsteps coming toward the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel concern. For whatever reason, he couldn't look her in the eyes.
She didn't want to talk about it. As much as Cup Cake loved her husband, and enjoyed their more intimate moments together, private parts were still an uncomfortable topic for her. But it was clear that something was amiss, and she felt like she had shamed her husband in some way. "Feeling better?" she probed.
"Ehm..." was all he could manage as he retied his apron.
"Sweetie..." her voice trailed off, softening. "I've caught you before. And I know it's embarrassing, but it's always been kind of funny."
Carrot Cake nodded. "It's just- well- I don't know. Things just don't feel... the same."
Cup Cake nodded as well. She knew what the problem was. "I guess it has been a while, darling."
"No, no, I'm alright," he insisted.
Her husband was always sweet like that. He didn't like to ask for things, even if he needed attention. She suspected he just liked hearing her offer. "You know... if you need me, you can say so, right honey? I am your wife, after all."
"I know. But don't you feel like it might be getting a little... old?"
"Oh," was her only response. Carrot Cake had said what the two had feared to speak aloud for several months now. Cup Cake felt the blow in her chest. Her husband was getting tired of her.
"Cup Cake, it's not you! Honest," her husband salvaged. "You're amazing. I just think, maybe if you're up to it, that we might try something different once in a while."
But this kind of talk only made Cup Cake feel nervous. "Did you have something in mind?" she asked quietly.
"I have a few ideas we could try," he admitted.
"I don't know." Cup Cake hugged her belly, feeling the squish of the fat underneath. She felt self-conscious enough being naked around her husband, no matter how much he told her how beautiful he found her. And she knew how stallions were in their minds. Carrot was very sweet, but she knew he had very dirty fantasies somewhere in the back of his thoughts. She had never asked about them, and he had never told her. But she had the dark feeling that whatever he was planning would involve much more of her body than she was comfortable sharing.
Carrot Cake only nodded. "That's alright." He even gave her a peck on the forehead for good measure.
Silence entered the kitchen, save for the sounds of baking. The two hardly had to give orders to each other. They had made enough cakes to know who was responsible for what. They even managed to share a laugh or two as they dabbed one another with strawberry frosting. But even as the mood lightened, Cup Cake couldn't help but feel pangs of guilt. She couldn't help but feel like a bad wife. Her husband depended on her to satisfy his various needs, emotional and physical, and she was an old-fashioned mare. No matter how sweet or understanding Carrot was, his happiness was her responsibility.
They each heaved sighs when the cake was finished, Carrot in satisfaction, Cup in unease. Even after her refusal, her husband still managed to wear a small smile. Something about that face of his always managed to charm her, even with his large jaw and messy mane.
"Okay," she said simply.
"Okay?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Let's hear some of these ideas of yours."
"Oh," he said. The sudden boldness of his wife surprised him, and his cheeks reddened. "Well, I was thinking a change of scenery might spice things up." He cast his eyes around at the surrounding kitchen.
"Here? But what if Pinkie sees us? Or the twins wake up?"
A pink head stuck through the swinging kitchen doors. "I'm going to bed, Mr. and Mrs. Cake! Have fun!"
"Goodnight, Pinkie Pie," Carrot Cake waved.
"What did she mean by that?" Cup Cake asked, blush filling her cheeks now.
"It doesn't matter. We're alone. So what do you say?"
Cup Cake could see the eagerness in her husband's eyes. He was really hoping for a yes. And even if she was still nervous about being so intimate so openly, and whatever else he might have planned, she knew that she could say no and he would still love her all the same. That knowledge allowed her to take a deep, steadying breath. "Alright. Let's try it."
Carrot smiled wide. Kissing his wife tenderly on the head, lingering long enough to smell the sweet scent of her mane, he enveloped her in a warm hug. Cup Cake sighed. It was difficult to feel nervous in her husband's arms. There was a strength to them, even if he was bony and lanky, that always managed to comfort her. She was safe like this, her cheek against his chest, her stallion's powerful arms around her shoulders.
She angled her head upward to kiss Carrot's neck. He leaned down to kiss her on the lips. They shared a few more, each one filled with affection and trust.
Love sprouted desire, and Cup Cake felt Carrot's slim fingers roaming her body, moving down her back closer and closer towards her rear. She returned her attention to her husband's neck, wrapping her arms around it and earning a first noise of pleasure from him she planted kiss after kiss.
Carrot Cake finally gripped his wife's ass in his hands, squeezing her bottom tightly. Cup Cake jumped at the touch, but pressed herself into him, feeling warmth start to flood her body. She undid the knot of his apron quickly, tossing the dirty thing in the sink on top of the dishes as he did the same with her own.
Cup Cake unbuttoned her husband's shirt, kissing each new bit of him that appeared, her lips tracing over his collarbone before her muzzle became buried in his chest hair. She paused when his shirt was half undone, spreading it open to reveal his thin torso. She knew Carrot Cake was almost as self-conscious about his body as she was. He was a skinny stallion, but a hairy one as well, his chest and belly covered in a bushy rug of orange fur.
But she loved him for it. Running her fingers through the fuzzy mats, she gave him a seductive look. "Hey there, jungle stallion."
Carrot grinned wide. Gripping her ass tighter, he pulled her into him. "Me Carrot. Me want."
The two couldn't help but giggle a little, exchanging another kiss. It was as much dirty talk as Cup Cake had ever managed before, but the compliments always ignited something in her husband. His hands moved to her shirt now, and they worked quickly. Soon her bra was exposed, her plentiful breasts spilling out of her shirt.
"Oh, honey," she moaned as he groped one, planting more kisses along her neck. Her moan was one of pleasure and concern. Their kitchen was their workplace, and she felt terribly exposed already, like the stove and windows had eyes and were staring at her. But her shirt was quickly coming off, as was the rest of her clothing.
She gulped down her nervousness, though, continuing to take off Carrot's clothes as well, kissing and caressing her husband's body just as much as he did to hers. Their foreplay was thorough as they licked and sucked each other's nipples, groped backsides and ground their pelvises against each other.
Cup Cake was the first one to be fully naked. Her massive breasts dominated her figure, her chubby belly rolling underneath them, her great ass the only thing balancing it all out. The warm kitchen air touched her skin like a winter breeze, and she shivered at how unladylike and dirty she was being.
But if it was for Carrot Cake, she didn't mind. The way he touched her body, his slim fingers unafraid to explore just how big she was, somehow made her feel almost pretty. At the very least, she believed him when he growled in her ear how hot she was, his fingers digging into her belly a little. She wasn't as good at stroking his self-esteem as he was toward her, but she wanted to try. To her, Carrot Cake was the hottest stallion she could have ever asked for. Tall and statuesque, but still rugged and manly. She fell to her knees suddenly, her fingers working over the button of his pants. Judging by the bulge straining for room, she could tell he was ready to continue.
His final garment fell to his ankles with a little gasp from both of them. Unassuming, humble, and sensitive, Cup Cake knew that most mares wouldn't give a second glance to a stallion like her husband. His outward mannerisms lacked the dark beauty and power that made mares lust for other stallions. But she always thought of his cock like his secret weapon. Maybe Carrot Cake wasn't the biggest stallion in the world, but after hearing rumors from other mares, she would have liked to see Big Mac try to measure up. Long and thick, she was always amazed she managed to fit it into her body. But by far the most impressive part of her husband's package was his balls. Each orb was far too large to fit into her hands, hanging loose and low between his thighs, and she wondered how he managed to stuff them into his trousers every day. Still, whenever they made love, it was his huge set, slapping against her own big ass with each one of his thrusts that drove her wild. She'd never admit that much out loud, though.
Now that he was out in the open though and she was on her knees before him, she knew she couldn't just leave him like this. She gulped hard at the prospect of taking him into her mouth when they were still so out in the open, vulnerable. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Not in her own kitchen. Instead, she settled for a feeble drag along his length with her muzzle.
"Ooh," Carrot moaned above her. His hand rested in her mane, not pressing her, but still maintaining gentle contact.
Even that noise seemed like a shout. But at least he seemed to like this. Cup Cake did it again, tracing her nose along her husband's cock, closing her eyes and giving it a tiny kiss. She could tell how eager he was, his mighty shaft trembling a little with every heartbeat. It was almost cute really. She let herself relax a little, rubbing her snout into his length more openly. Cup Cake loved her husband and she loved his cock, and she nuzzled it affectionately.
"Sugar plum," he said. She could hear the impatience in his tone, and she felt a little drop of precum roll down his shaft and onto the tip of her snout. She had no idea he was this aroused, but now that she was teasing him, she felt a new heat surge through her. He was so cute when he was horny, and she wanted to see how far she could push him. Planting another kiss at the base of his flare, she nuzzled his cock all the way down the shaft, feeling him shiver. His hand on her head tensed, tempted to press her to suck on it, but his gentleness held, and she continued to tempt him. She kissed his sheath firmly before moving down to rub her snout against his balls, taking in the slightest bits of Carrot's male musk as she bounced each orb with her nose.
She giggled when she felt the next few drops of precum slide down his shaft. She kissed them, collecting the sticky moisture on her lips as she traced her nose back up the wet trail they left, letting her breath warm the sensitive flesh. He was like putty in her hands.
But she couldn't tease him forever, and she knew if she continued, he'd want a blowjob, and the thought of giving one in her kitchen still left her nervous. She traced up his body, stroking his big cock a little, letting her other hand roam through his pubes and belly hair, kissing him all the way up until she stood again, nuzzling his fuzzy chest.
Carrot had other plans in mind. With a rough kiss, forcing his tongue into his wife's mouth, Carrot shoved his wife backward until she collided with the table. Before she knew it, he was pressing her backward still, leaning her over the countertop, his hands gripping her thighs and trying to lift her up. She didn't have much of a choice but to hop, her butt resting on the cool surface as he lowered her back onto the surface.
A rush of panic filled Cup Cake. This was dirty beyond belief. It was one thing to make love in their kitchen. It was something else entirely to make love on their kitchen table. They cooked here! They ate here! She'd have to scrub it down so thoroughly tomorrow morning to make sure there wasn't a trace of anything left.
Carrot Cake's cock jabbing at her body silenced her. He was tall enough that the tabletop met him at his hips, and he gripped his wife by her own, pressing himself toward her belly. Her stomach was normally something she liked to avoid, but his thick, hot rod rubbing against it was impossible to ignore.
"Dear..." she said. Her face was totally red, and she couldn't look him in the eye. This was too much. She would have to get this all to stop.
"Have I told you how much I love your belly?" he said.
That made her pause. Carrot had told her generally he thought she was attractive. Hot, even. But when he named specific parts, he kept his compliments above the bust. Just talking about her stomach made her clutch it defensively in her hands. She only heard one word in her mind. Fat. Fat. Fat.
"No," she answered quietly.
Carrot continued to grind himself against it. He even moaned a little. "I really do. It's very sexy," he told her.
She gulped hard, finding a knot in her throat as she tried to voice her next question. Cup Cake wasn't sure she even wanted the answer. "What do you like about it so much?"
Carrot paused his thrusts. She could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn't meet his gaze.
"It's like that song," Carrot Cake said. "I like big mares, and I cannot lie."
A part of Cup Cake wanted to climb off the table, put her clothes back on, and file for divorce in the morning. But the other part was too busy blushing and laughing. How could he be making jokes at a time like this? But his cock was still pressed against her stomach, his hands rubbing over her fat, and she couldn't feel horribly ugly when she was smiling so wide.
"Really?" she asked. She finally looked at him.
His big green eyes were nothing but sincere. "Of course. I know you hate it, but being... chubby doesn't make you ugly. It makes you more beautiful in my book. Way hotter than the skinny mares."
"Oh." It was more of a moan than a statement. If Cup Cake had ever felt good about her stomach in her life, she was beginning to feel it right then. Her own hands explored it a little, coming into contact with her husband's shaft, stroking a little. "Do you like this?"
"Yeah. A lot," he nodded. He seemed just as relieved as she was to say it.
She leaned her head back. "Go ahead, pudding."
He thrust forward, earning a moan from the both of them. Cup Cake placed her hands on top of his cock, giving him a complete tunnel between her belly and hands to thrust into, pressing his shaft into her extra chub. That hot, stiff shaft rubbing against her felt good on her belly. Very good. As he grew more eager, his weighty balls slapping against her pussy, she felt heat below as she wet his sack a little with every thrust. His hands groped her stomach, taking in every bit of her big body, reaching up to squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples before gripping her love handles and pressing her stomach into his cock.
"Ohh, honeybunch," he groaned. He was leaking precum all over her, and the droplets dribbled up to the underside of her boobs and into her belly button, her body collecting his arousal with her big size. She was still self-conscious, but she felt good. More than good. Cup Cake felt dirty. But it wasn't a bad kind of dirty. It was exciting. Her blood was racing, and she almost wanted her husband to dump his load onto her belly right then. She wanted to hear more compliments, to hear the words she hated so much spoken as he made love to her.
No. Cup Cake didn't want to make love, and she knew Carrot didn't either. She wanted her husband to fuck her.
Even that thought sent heat racing throughout Cup Cake's body. "Oh, sweetie. Do anything you want to me. I'm all yours," she offered.
"Really?" he asked, slowing his thrusts.
She did her best to give him a sultry look. "Show me what you got."
He looked like he did on the night they lost their virginities together, nodding his head and smiling with eager youth. "Okay."
As he pulled away from her, Cup Cake giggled. "Dear, this is so dirty."
"But it's good, right?" he asked.
She nodded back. "Oh, of course. What else do you want?"
"Well..." he trailed off, too embarrassed himself to answer. But he took a step back, gripping her ankles in his hands and pressing her legs together. His fingers rubbed over the tops of her feet.
"Oh, my," Cup Cake said as she realized his intentions. She had no idea Carrot Cake had a foot fetish. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"How could I?" he answered.
His wife didn't fully understand, but she didn't feel uncomfortable. "Whatever makes you happy, sweet pea."
With a bashful grin, Carrot Cake dropped to his own knees, and Cup Cake could only see the top of his messy mane over her belly. She startled a bit when she felt his muzzle press into her soles, his shaven stubble tickling her a little. She let out an embarrassed breath when she felt him inhale, his nose pressed between her toes. She couldn't imagine what he was smelling, but if he was enjoying himself, she didn't feel bad about it. She looked down at him, rubbing his nose and muzzle against her, his fingers caressing her chubby little foot.
The attention was almost worshipful, though, and Cup Cake had never experienced anything quite like it. All she had to do was lie still and let him enjoy her body. She could hear his breathing, the slow inhales of her scent and the shaky exhales of his arousal. To think that this drove her husband mad, that this had been hiding away in his deepest fantasies and she had never known. But now that she was experiencing it, she was glad he had opened up to her. And if she was being perfectly honest, she was glad she had opened up and let him.
She felt a warmth envelop her toes, but it didn't tickle. She moaned as his tongue slid lovingly between them, teasing the sensitive digits before he let his tongue coat her sole from heel to ball. "Oh, honeysuckle," he groaned.
"Having fun?" she asked sweetly. He could only nod. "Is this all you wanted?"
"There was one more thing," he said.
She leaned forward to exchange a kiss with him. "I'd love to hear it, dumpling."
"It'll be a treat," he said. Heading back toward the sink, he retrieved a squeeze bag still full of the strawberry frosting they had used to decorate the cake.
"Oh, my. You dirty stallion," she said. This was an idea that she could wrap her head around, and even the sight of the pink frosting in the bag sent tremors of excitement through her.
He approached her, and she laid back down for him, crossing her ankles cutely for him. They both shivered with anticipation, Carrot's cock twinging with need as he knelt before his wife again. Cup Cake leaned back and closed her eyes, spreading her toes.
"Ooh," she huffed as she felt the soft frosting fill the gaps between her toes. Her husband was an expert, knowing how much was just enough, and she resisted the urge to wiggle her toes as he decorated her feet. Soon, she felt the sugary frosting between every digit, and her husband's muzzle against her heel once more.
He began to lick up and up, the tickle of his tongue much less violent and so much more erotic in this situation. When he reached the ball of her foot, he paused for a moment, only to plunge his mouth around her big toe, sucking the frosting from the gap, his tongue writhing around her foot.
"Mmm," they moaned together. Cup Cake felt her marehood throb. The frosting made this much more fun.
Each lick and suckle filled Cup cake with pleasure, and she could tell her husband was aroused to the point of bursting. But she wasn't about to take care of him until he had cleaned up every bit of the mess he had made, and she relished every bit of warm, wet attention to her sugar-coated feet. She made sure he licked every inch clean before offering more to him.
"How can I take care of you, pumpkin?" she asked.
"Here," he said. He stood now, positioning her feet before him again. She offered them, splaying her toes and stretching her soles once more. But instead of more frosting between her toes, she felt a stripe coat each of her arches. When he was done, he set the squeeze bag down, taking her ankles in his hands again.
Cup Cake hadn't even considered something like this was possible, but she knew to put her feet together, creating a frosting-filled passage for her husband. He poised his tip at the entrance, and she smiled up at him as his chest rose and fell with quick, needy breaths.
They groaned together as he made his first thrust, her feet struggling to wrap themselves around the thick length forcing itself between them. "Ahhh," he sighed. Cup Cake looked down at the pink-coated shaft, the frosting mottling the dark brown flesh underneath. She wanted to taste it for herself, but Carrot had waited long enough for his pleasure, and it was clear that this was a long-held fantasy come true for him.
He began to pump quickly between her feet, and again she felt a warm sensation spread through her legs instead of an annoying tickle. Her soles tingled with every thrust, the frosting falling off his cock and her feet, landing on her thighs and belly. She moaned as much as he did, excited that her husband could take her in this new way, discovering more of her secret, sexy body with every thrust. Precum began to mix with the frosting as it leaked from him, coating her belly in sticky strings and making the pink mixture thinner, sliding around his length more. All the while his great balls slapped against her calves, each impact reminding her of the release Carrot was about to have. And she couldn't wait for it.
She slid her chubby feet against his thrusts, her heels meeting his bushy pubes with slick strokes, her arches squeezing his shaft as he withdrew for another thrust. The two worked together for his pleasure, their voices filling the kitchen as his climax built.
He began to grunt. "Do it, love," she moaned. She wanted to see the pink frosting mix with white. She wanted to hear that manly groan of release. She wanted to be coated in his batter.
With a guttural noise, he gave his last thrust, and his great balls began to pump out his load. Carrot Cake shot rope after rope after rope of hot, sticky cum on his wife's belly and breasts, the seed running down his shaft and onto her feet, taking hunks of frosting with it as it soaked into the spaces between her toes. Yet it didn't seem to stop, every new spurt filling the crannies and folds of his wife's fat, eventually dripping down to the table below, creating a puddle underneath her. With his huge balls, Carrot Cake was a productive stallion. It was no wonder they hardly had to try to produce the twins.
Carrot just kept humping the gap between her feet. She recognized that he was slowly on his way down from the high, and she opened her feet to rub along his shaft with her soles, squeezing her toes along his cock as best she could. He continued to pump cum onto her feet, the hot fluid soaking into every space it could. She spread her toes wide, stroking his throbbing shaft with sticky feet, watching him shiver as his fantasies were fulfilled.
"Ohh, sweetheart," he groaned. "Ohh, yeah." His thrusts between her toes and into the wetted balls of her feet continued, his balls spilling seed like the torrent would never end.
"Oh, my big stud," she answered him. The sight of her beneath him, massaging his climaxing cock with cum-covered feet as he painted every last inch of her, moaning and writhing in pleasure with every hot spurt that landed on her was hot enough to make him feel like he was cumming again.
He let his mind blank as his balls took over, bringing him to fulfill his dirty desires to the fullest. He thrust into his wife's warm, wet feet with every pulse of cum, feeling like his orgasm would never end. Her moans only encouraged him, milking him just as much as her toes did, and he took her as roughly as if he was fucking her, claiming her body with every drop of cum he shot onto her plump breasts, big belly, and soft neck.
After what must have been minutes, Carrot Cake's floodgates closed. There was a moment of rest as Cup Cake allowed her husband to catch his breath. She didn't realize how hard she had been breathing as well, but now that she was utterly coated in her husband's stallion juice, from her boobs to her thighs, she felt a throbbing between her legs. She knew that the moisture she felt wasn't frosting or cum; at least not all of it. And now that she had done it, now that she was in her very own kitchen, her table a mess of semen and frosting, she knew that there was nothing holding her back. She wanted more, and she liked Carrot's way of doing things.
She pulled her husband down to her for a passionate kiss, letting her own tongue part his lips and dance with his. She stroked his length, pleased that there was still quite a bit of life left in it. When she broke their lip lock, she looked in him in the eyes. "My turn?"
Carrot seemed surprised, but terribly pleased. "What did you have in mind?"
"Trade places, butercream." With a quick nod, Cup Cake dismounted the table as Carrot took her place. His body was barely damp with sweat, a few beads rolling down his head, and his cock twinged at half mast before her. She took the squeeze bag for herself, ready to show her own expertise.
She decided to tease him a little, circling her nipples with the tip as she created rings of frosting around the engorged tips. Then she placed the bag in between the great cleavage, filling the gap between her huge breasts with pink. She heard him give a little huff as his cock twitched in response.
While the frosting was new, the rest was something Cup Cake was familiar with. It was no surprise her husband liked her big tits, and she knew how to tease him just right with her chest. Taking a breast in each hand, she wrapped it around his length, squeezing her tits together as the frosting pushed around his cock, spilling out of the tight spaces. With a sufficient amount of slippery, sugary goodness coating his meat, she bounced her boobs up and down, stroking his dick to hardness once again.
"You liking this?" he asked her.
"Definitely," she answered, giving a lick to his flare for good measure.
He moaned, gripping her mane once more. "You're a dirty mare, Cup Cake."
This pleased her. She pumped her fat boobs up and down his cock some more, allowing herself to be the worshipper now. It wasn't difficult for her. Carrot Cake was a stud to her, and his stallionhood was concrete proof of that. She couldn't wait for him to fuck her, and as his cum turned to cold liquid, running down her body and onto her legs and the floor, she wanted more, hungering for a hot, fresh load.
Cup Cake stopped for a moment to grab the squeeze bag again. With Carrot's cock still perched between her breasts, she wore a devilish grin as she brought it to his tip. With expert dexterity, she began to circle his length with the frosting, creating a perfect spiral pattern all the way down the length until it met her boobs. She even decorated each of his balls with a dollop, preparing to reward herself for when she inevitably polished the family jewels.
She could see the lusty excitement in her husband's eyes, the deep mixture of sincere love and dark fantasy swimming in the green. She felt the same feelings course through her body as well. Taking her big breasts into her hands again, she squeezed down as she opened her mouth, taking his stiff tip past her lips.
"Ahhh," he sighed again. Cup Cake closed her eyes, hearing every breath and moan of pleasure she caused, savoring the sweet strawberry that coated the salty, precum-soaked shaft she sucked. It was an interesting blend of flavors, but one that caused her to drip onto the floorboards with arousal. It was utterly dirty, and she no longer felt like a sweet baker's wife, but like the naughty mares in Carrot's magazines. And she knew she could capture his fantasies even better than they could.
She swallowed inch after inch of her husband's fat cock, every bit of flesh rewarding her with sweet frosting and dribbles of precum. Cup Cake rarely enjoyed her own creations, knowing that they wouldn't do anything to help her weight problem, but now that she knew Carrot's true feelings, she gobbled down everything in front of her, not giving a damn about calories or propriety. She wanted to suck her husband's cock, to be his slut. His groans were loud as spittle and frosting coated her lips and chin, her chest covered in the sticky mess, her tits working his thick base as her mouth and throat suckled the top half of his shaft. She had never enjoyed a blowjob so much.
Cup Cake's eyes rolled back into her head behind her closed lids, and she focused on nothing but pleasuring the stallionhood in her throat. The rhythm of it, the textures and tastes and sounds of his satisfaction above her were chipping away at her inhibitions, encouraging her to work for more and more of his shaft until his midring passed her lips. Her hungry maw swirled around him, collecting every bit of frosting, gobbling down all of his meat until she reached the end of the frosting trail at his sheath. Cup Cake had never been able to deepthroat before, but she was in the right position and her desire was strong enough. It was all Carrot could do not to fill her throat again with his seed.
When his wife's muzzle buried into his pubes though, she seemed to realize where she was, and what she had accomplished. It was the cherry on top of the night, and the last of her nervousness faded away. Her thoughts seemed to leave her, her body filled only with desire for her husband, and to be filled with his desire as well. She withdrew slowly from his cock, only to plaster her tongue along his great balls, collecting every bit of frosting there as well, her broad tongue lewdly swiping along the loose flesh. She gave them passionate kisses, fondling them with both of her hands, preparing them to fill her.
She stood, her cheeks flushed and her face spotted with frosting, her body a mess of dried cum and pink. "Carrot," she moaned. "Let's fuck."
He gave her a sultry look. "Come and get it, muffin."
She practically pounced him, hopping up onto the table top and straddling him. He wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her down with him as they mashed their mouths together in a sloppy makeout. Even on their honeymoon, during their young, horny years, the sex wasn't passionate like this. The couple were truly lost in their desire for one another, their hands trembling as they groped and squeezed, their minds racing for the next thrill.
Carrot Cake gripped her hips, and Cup Cake sat up, strategically placing her husband's ready rod between her plump butt cheeks. She began to bounce, teasing him as she wore a wide grin, watching him writhe in need below her. He squeezed her body, his hands roaming over her sticky belly and fat ass, groping and enjoying her all he liked.
She did likewise, terribly aroused by the sight of the thin, hairy stallion moaning and bucking into her backside below her. She ran her hands along his body, feeling the softness of his furry chest and belly as she dug to feel the bone and muscle, rubbing over his nipples and bracing herself on his strong shoulders. But she noticed the difference between them, how messy she was and how clean he remained. She would have to fix that.
Cup Cake, still bouncing, clenching her butt around her Carrot's captive cock, reached for the squeeze bag on the table beside her. He looked up at her with excited eyes, and she could tell the smile on her face was like a succubus. "Time for you to get dirty, sugar lump."
Carrot Cake looked down at his own body. "The hair's going to make it get pretty messy, darling."
"Good."
He grinned as he leaned back, placing his arms above his head, letting his body be an open canvas for her. She didn't hesitate to get to work. She started with his belly, drawing a little circle around his belly button before putting a line to run up his chest. As he predicted, the bushy hair made it tough to keep her artwork neat, but it was close enough, and she rather liked the messy look of it all. She traced the lines of each of his abs and pecs, putting little dots on top of his nipples for good measure.
She leaned back, assessing her work. "Ready?" Carrot asked her.
"Hm. Needs a finishing touch," she said. With a smile, she leaned forward a little bit, squeezing a couple dollops into his hairy pits. "There." Carrot Cake was blushing now, and he looked ripe for her.
Before she enjoyed her meal, though, she decided to reward Carrot for his patience. Raising her hips once more, she angled herself, poising his throbbing tip at her throbbing entrance. Her juices dripped down his shaft, and with a sharp breath from both of them, she plunged herself onto him with a wet squish.
Cup Cake wasted no time in riding her husband, hardly giving him time to moan before she leaned down to taste him. She wasn't flexible enough to lick his belly, but she was satisfied enough to let her hands run through the mixture of frosting and hair, rubbing it into the taut abs below. She planted her tongue on his sternum, the coarse texture of his chest hair becoming sweet with the smoothness of the frosting. She couldn't help but moan at the sweet taste, and the even sweeter feeling of having her marehood stuffed full of her husband's big cock. She didn't stop her hips from bouncing, her juices flowing as she rammed herself down again and again with lust and loud pleasure.
With every wet plop of his hips meeting her plump ass, Cup Cake continued to explore her husband's body in a way she never had before. She cleaned every bit of frosting from his pecs, the hairs tickling her lips and chin as she ate her treat from his body. She was all too eager to find his nipples in the mess, swallowing the bits of sweetness as she suckled on the nubs buried underneath it all. His cries of pleasure were almost cute to her, and she felt him starting to respond to her bucks with his own thrusts. She ground her hips against his, letting him take a little control of their lower bodies as she moved onto the next nipple, tweaking the first with her fingers.
She rose a little, wanting some of the delicious pleasure he was feeling, gripping a boob in her hand and offering it to him. Carrot only raised his head, not wanting to smear the frosting in his pits as he latched onto her hard nipple, his lips and tongue suckling her teat and even the fat areola around it. The pinpoint pleasure was ecstatic for her as she mashed her clit into his bony hips, his pubes tickling her as his cock filled every inch of her passages. His tongue swirled along her breast, tasting the remains of the frosting rings, and she groaned loud.
"Ohh, Carrot," she groaned. She started bouncing again, her wetness making a mess of their groins, and his thrusts up into her got his balls slapping against her ass just the way she liked. He was fucking her now, and she had never felt more satisfied.
Carrot Cake released her nipple with a pop and a moan. "I love you, you big fat mare," he said, his thrusts becoming rougher as he latched onto her other breast.
But the words had never sounded sexier to her. "And I love you, you big hairy stallion."
She dove down to clean the last of the frosting in his armpits, her tongue working through every bit of the hairy bushes, savoring the sweetness as she tickled the flesh below. Between the dirty movements of her mouth, the lightning pleasure of Carrot's on her nipples, and the thick cock ploughing her pussy, Cup Cake knew she wouldn't last long.
With his arms free for use, Carrot Cake slapped his hands down on her big ass, and she felt her cheeks jiggle in response to the spank. They threw their heads back in pleasure as he thrust hard into her, their climaxes building quickly as their hands roamed over their messy, sticky bodies.
Cup Cake said the words she had been wanting to say for far too long. "Fuck me, Carrot Cake! Oh, fuck me!"
And he did. She raised herself up on her knees, giving him ample room to drive his great stallionhood home into her, his heavy nuts slapping hard into her ass, every impact causing a jiggle to ripple throughout her plump rear.
Cup Cake heard the familiar sounds of Carrot's climax beginning, the moans surely loud enough for Pinkie to hear upstairs, but she didn't care. She let her voice join his, feeling that caramel-hot rush flood her veins in anticipation. It was coming any moment now, and she was crazed with pleasure.
"Give me that stallion-cream filling, Carrot!" she cried.
The dirtiest words one baker to could say to another. Carrot roared as he went over the edge, slamming himself into his wife's hot marehood one last time before he bred her.
Cup Cake's body seized and her fingers balled into fists on her husband's chest as her climax took her, beginning with that first spurt of cum in her womb. Their bodies throbbed together, every pulse of his cock that filled her met with a clench of her pussy that milked him. It was all they could do to breathe and moan as sweat formed on their brows, weak thrusts prolonging their orgasms as Carrot pumped his wife full of his seed.
This had always been Cup Cake's favorite part of trying for the twins. She looked down at her fat belly, Carrot's hands groping over the flesh as he pumped his seed into it. His balls were more than the average stallion's, though, and as his orgasm waned, the two could just see the beginnings of a bump, as if she was back into her second trimester. With a pleasure grip of his hands, she felt the squish of his seed inside her, the heat of his lust filling her completely.
His thick cock and broad flare effectively sealed his load inside her, and with every drop still held in her womb, Cup Cake leaned down, holding her heaving breath long enough to kiss her husband as he wrapped his arms around her gorgeous body once more.
She nestled her head on his chest, feeling the sticky mess of hair and frosting on her cheek, smiling like a fool as she nuzzled him. The two held like this for a long time, cuddling and enjoying the ecstasy of the dirtiest sex of their lives with the pony they loved more than life itself. For a few minutes the kitchen was quiet.
"Okay," Cup Cake said.
Carrot nodded. He slowly began to pull his softening shaft out of his wife until it came out with a pop and a splatter of hot, thick cum, and Cup Cake moaned low again.
With a peck on her cheek, Cup Cake rolled off her husband, too tired to get off the table until the stream of cum died down from her marehood. They exchanged smiles. They weren't worried about pregnancy; they had always bred according to their desires, and pregnancy could only be happy news for the loving couple.
Carrot Cake was the first to rise. "I'll get a bath started, Mrs. Cup Cake."
She could only nod, smiling a little as the mess of frosting and sweat that was his body, and the remains of shimmering wetness on the shaft of his chubby cock flopping against his legs. He didn't bother to dress as he headed upstairs.
Cup Cake allowed herself a sigh. She knew this was only the beginning, though. Tomorrow was likely to be slow, too, and who knew how much fun they could have in the quick gaps between customers? A little blowjob here, some quick humping there, and all the frosting they could share.
Cup Cake drew her finger along her belly, collecting a mixture of frosting and fresh cum. She put her finger into her mouth, suckling on it slowly, savoring the sweet, musky flavor. She withdrew it with a small pop, and a smaller sigh.