George And Anna Cumming Home

George stretched as the sound of small feet thumping across the wood floors upstairs woke him from his slumber. He slowly opened his eyes, the vague memory of a dream flickering across his consciousness, his mind desperately trying to hold onto it but feeling it slip away. Anna lay across from him, curled up with a cat lounging above her on her pillow as usual. George smiled to himself, everyday feeling the same sense of wonder and gratitude to be alongside his best friend. Her soft brown hair lay in slight waves across her face as she smiled softly in her sleep. George didn't want to get up - he would rather stay in bed all day but increasingly loud calls of "Daaaaad" from the TV room forced him into action.

He slowly slid out of bed, taking one last glance at his love before closing the door behind him. The children were full of energy, much like every morning. Soon calls for various TV shows, breakfast orders and general questions and issues of the day consumed his mind, taking him further and further away from the dream, the feeling of Anna against him breathing softly against his chest. He smiled softly, pouring another bowl of cereal, though his mind remained in bed with Anna "OK, who wanted the fruit loops?"

With the children satisfied and playing together, George went about his morning routine. Something about the process of shaving soothed him, making him focus on the methodical process of running the electric razor over his cheeks and chin. Though being clean shaven made him look younger, his glance up into the mirror still caught the reflection of a man who was unmistakably a dad. He ran his hand through his hair, content with his latest haircut that kept it a little long on top, enough to play with and sweep to one side. After a final check on the children, he turned on the shower and stepped inside.

Anna woke slowly as sunlight streamed through the curtains, rolling over and feeling the empty but still warm spot where George had been. The sound of lego rustling with excited conversation from the children told her it was a good morning so far, and she savored the morning a little longer. Her phone buzzed beside her, check-in details for their cabin for the weekend. A wave of excitement filled her as she stretched, petting the cat above her. Their friends Jess and Mark were finally tying the knot after a long engagement, the wedding day pushed back by finances and a global pandemic among other things. But when they had finally chosen a romantic, secluded mountain venue for their special day, it made perfect sense for George and Anna to use it as a long overdue excuse for a long weekend getaway. *One more day* she thought to herself, smiling, excited for the time to celebrate and relax. She slowly sat up, the cat bouncing up off the pillow with her, anticipating breakfast for herself. Her phone buzzed again with work emails, people needing inputs from her urgently, anticipating her absence even if it was only for one extra day. Anna sighed, putting the phone down for now *One more day*.

After stepping past mountains of assorted toys piled haphazardly in the hallway, quickly diffusing an argument over who's turn it was with a toy car and starting the coffee machine, Anna quietly snuck into the bathroom. The shower had filled the room with a warm, humid scent of cleanliness, and she leaned against the sink, watching George. A smile crept across her face, watching her husband as he ran his hands through his hair, head back enjoying the energization that only a morning shower could bring to him. Her eyes wandered over his torso, taking him all in, never tiring of his quintessential *dad bod*. Still he didn't notice her, lost in his thoughts, groaning softly as he stretched out his tired muscles. Anna bit her lip as her gaze drifted between his legs, the side view doing him no harm at all. Thick and long, even while soft, she felt a familiar hum of excitement, a small shot of arousal though her as he washed himself all over. His hands always moved with precise care and attention over his groin. She could watch him all day. "Mooooom, where are you?" came a voice, followed quickly by the sound of running feet as three children burst into the bathroom. George's eyes came open, squinting though the soap and meeting Anna's. "Enjoying the show?" he said, grinning as Anna walked out with a parting wink, shepherding the children out to get ready for school.

George had just finished shaving as Anna hurried the kids out of the door with a quick wave and a shout of "I love you!" George started to brush his teeth, counting to ten in his head as he wandered around the house, scanning the floor for the inevitable forgotten item one of the children had left behind and would just now be remembering. Sure enough, he heard the backdoor beep as Anna rushed back in, swearing under her breath at the familiar morning routine, before George handed her the stuffed toy "Thbis un ight?" he mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste, grinning at her. She flashed a smile at him that never failed to warm him from the inside out, and squeezed his ass affectionately while planting a soft kiss on his smooth cheek. "Thanks handsome" she whispered in his ear, letting her hand linger for just a moment before dashing back to the waiting car.

Later that morning, as much as George wanted to focus on the next in a series of increasingly pointless meetings, his mind drifted to Anna and their weekend ahead. He pulled open his Vrbo app, looking through the pictures of the cabin he had rented for them. While the wedding venue had cabins available for guests, George had wanted to spring for a little extra luxury and privacy to treat them, after what had been a long time without a getaway. He flicked through the pictures of the deluxe rainforest shower, jaccuzi bathtub, grand bedroom overlooking the mountainside. He couldn't wait to get there and relax with Anna in his arms, to enjoy the peace and quiet while feeling her breath against his cheek, her bare breasts against his chest. His mind had wandered to the feeling of her hand wrapping around his thick length when he noticed an expectant silence on the call. "George, could you give your update?" said his manager, frustration in the tone as George wondered how long the group had been waiting to hear from him as he was lost in daydream. "Of course, sorry, I was on mute" George replied, clearing his throat and doing his best to focus his mind on his work, and not on his wife's heavenly body.

Anna took a deep breath, and let herself relax for just a moment. It had been a hell of a morning already. The universe seemed to be aware of her excitement for the long weekend, and was determined to make her earn it. Tedious traffic on the way to the kids school and a long line at Starbucks for her dirty Chai Tea had only been the warm up act for the mountain of emails waiting for her, paperwork spilling over the edge of her desk and two reports due by the end of the day. She had pushed through, multi-tasking on two screens in a blur of activity, powered by the hit of caffeine and the pull of the weekend, so close. And now, she could pause, take a breath before going again. She checked her watch *Nearly lunch already* she thought to herself, as her phone buzzed.

**Miss you. Can't wait for this weekend. Maybe a little warm up tonight? Xxx**

Anna grinned, instantly letting the stress of the workday slip from her shoulders. Her corner office was quiet and isolated, but she still felt a little self conscious as she replied, subtly squeezing her thighs together with one eye on the door in case anyone came looking for her.

**You do know how to warm me up 😉 I can't wait either**

Her email pinged, dragging her thoughts back briefly to work responsibilities. But thoughts of him remained, lingering in the back of her mind. His tongue on her, the way his hands moved over her ass, the sounds he made when he tasted her and spread her cheeks just to stare in awe. And of course that cock, the weight of him in her hand, the ridiculous girth that she couldn't get enough of. Anna shivered a little, a slow warmth of arousal spreading through her as she replied to a colleague, making sure to re-read before sending to avoid any inadvertent slips in wording. As much as she tried, she could never fully get him out of her head while working. George had confessed the same thing, as his mind spun various daydreams while working, even while presenting to his management. She craved him and he craved her, constantly.

When Anna finally made the right turn onto their street that evening, she smiled to herself content and proud. Coming home and seeing the lush foliage of her cozy street always put a smile on her face, but after a long day, a longer week and an even longer month at work, it felt especially rewarding to be done with all of that for the long weekend. She pulled into the garage and stepped into the house, instantly greeted by the smell of dinner cooking, the sound of the kids at the table playing a board game and the view of George sweeping the kitchen floor. He didn't notice her at first, singing along to "Separate Ways" by Journey, twirling the broom around as he dad-danced around the kitchen. As soon as he started belting out the chorus, Anna couldn't help but take out her phone to record him. His face flashed the deepest pink as he twisted mid-verse and saw her there, bashful about his singing and dancing even after she had seen it countless times. "Hey beautiful, how was work?" he said, propping the broom up against the wall and pulling her against his chest in a smooth, comfortable embrace. Anna smiled, wrapping her arms around his torso and leaning against him, feeling the tension of the day melt from her shoulders "Oh you know, crazy. But it's done. I'm sure they will fall apart without me over the long weekend, but that's not my problem."

George squeezed her against him, happy to have her home again. Even just a workday away from her left him aching to feel her against him, smell her hair and just be in her presence. "Are you hungry? Chicken with potatoes and broccoli tonight, plus I've got a nice Pinot Grigio with your name on it" he said, as she nuzzled her head against his chest. She could almost hear his grin, those potatoes were almost his best foreplay. "That sounds wonderful" she said, pulling away just enough to kiss him softly. Before the touch of their lips could turn more intense, the call for food came from the dining room. Anna reluctantly released him from their hug to help with the final phase of the days family routine. As she grabbed plates and drinks, her eyes wandered to her husband, and down to his pants. The long, thick bulge, unmistakable to those who were inclined to look, made her bite her lip a little. She wanted to take him right here in the kitchen, sink to her knees and pull down his jeans. But their fun would have to wait, just a little longer.

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George closed the dishwasher with a satisfying click, the last of the dishes from dinner stacked away. He smiled to himself, content with how everything had turned out - the potatoes especially. He could hear Anna in the shower, rinsing off the stress of the day now that the kids were fast asleep in bed. George grabbed his half finished glass of wine and peered around the door, admiring the steamy silhouette of his beautiful partner as she ran her hands through her long brown hair. He sipped his wine and pondered for a second whether he should jump in and join her, run his hands over her entire body and take her. At that moment, her eyes opened and met his across the white tiled bathroom, her mouth curling up softly into a familiar seductive smile as he watched her. "Go and wait for me in the bedroom, I'll be right there" she said, reading his mind.

Anna finished up in the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and stepped into the bedroom. Candles flickered on the mantle as slow jazz played from George's phone on the dresser. She smiled to herself, as even though she didn't need any extra incentive that evening, George definitely knew how to set the mood. He lay in bed, just his chest exposed with his lower half covered, his hard erection clearly making a tent in the sheets. Anna smiled, and casually removed her towel. George murmured in approval, his eyes wandering over her whole body in awe as she slowly dried her hair. No matter how many times he saw her naked, the view still stunned him. From her perfect full breasts, to her incredible curves and peachy ass, he was always overcome with an intense desire to grab her and kiss her all over. "You know I've been thinking about you naked all day" he said, one arm behind his head as he watched her. His eyes roamed over her ass as she turned around, still drying off her hair "you look phenomenal baby."

Anna smiled, looking over her shoulder at him. She slowly pulled the towel from her still damp hair, running it along her stomach and down her legs, acting like she needed to dry them off but really just taking the excuse to bend over for him. She heard his gasp of lust and felt a familiar flush of pleasure all over, she loved the way he stared at her and drank her in. She peered back at him "just how phenomenal do I look?" she purred, holding the pose and spreading her legs wider. George threw back the sheet and slowly stroked his long uncut length, moaning in awe of her as he gazed at her pussy and ass, presented for him. *Fuck, he looks even harder than usual* she thought to herself, feeling a familiar pulse of arousal through her at the thought of taking his immense thickness soon.

"I need you Anna" George growled, throbbing in his light grip. She knew just how to tease him, how to work him up completely until he was ready to burst. With a soft smile, Anna slid onto the bed, running her hand up his thigh to slowly move his own away, grasping his thick length in her right hand and giving him a long, slow and deliberate stroke. The way his body shuddered in pleasure at her touch made her grin every time. His eyes met hers, filled with barely contained lust for her as she leaned in and gave his cock a languid lick from his balls all the way up to his uncut head. "God... Fuck...." he groaned, gripping the bed sheets as she teased him, swirling her tongue around his tip playfully. Her fingers could only just reach around his girth, and she could feel him pulsing, twitching with arousal.

George arched his back, craving more. His body hummed with arousal, balls heavy and tender with the need for release. As Anna ran her tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, grinning up at him, George could only groan and shake his head "you are such a tease...come on, I want to taste you too" he sighed, beckoning her up to him. Anna paused as if considering the offer, then nodded and slid around on the bed, gracefully straddling his chest and pushing her peachy ass back towards his face. George murmured in awe, instantly bringing his hands down on her cheeks with a soft spank as she leaned forwards, exposing herself completely to his gaze.

"God damn Anna..." he said, spreading her cheeks slowly. She peered back at him with a smile, knowing just how much he adored the view. She felt the familiar mixture of arousal and mild shyness, being so exposed to his gaze. Even after so many years, the way he mumbled to himself, unable to contain a stream of happy cursing at the view of her was addictive. She pushed back, inviting him closer as she wrapped her hand around his cock again. She could feel his warm breath against her pussy, dripping with need for him. She knew his eyes would be drinking it in, making her wait before he dove in.

George was in heaven, and not for the first time. The sight of his wife in front of him, wantonly on display never ceased to be anything less than incredible. A slight wiggle of her behind reminded him that he shouldn't *just* stare, and he grinned to himself. How had he gotten so lucky in finding her all those years ago? He drew his mouth towards her, pulling her back by her hips ever so slightly. His lips grazed across her tanned soft thighs, purposefully avoiding any touch to her pussy just yet. He couldn't help but marvel as he spread her cheeks, her labia slick with arousal spreading wider for him, inviting him in. His eyes wandered to her ass, puckered and flexing slightly for him. The view was a masterpiece, one he could gaze at for hours.

Anna shuddered with impatient arousal at the sensation of George behind her, just staring. She knew he liked to tease, make her wait a little. But after her day, she needed his tongue immediately. She rocked back, pressing her soaked slit directly onto his mouth, feeling his muffled grunt of surprise at her urgency, followed quickly by the slow swipe of his tongue across her pussy. "Fuck yes! Ugh I've needed that" she groaned, wiggling her hips to coax his tongue to all of the best spots. George happily obliged, moaning at the taste of her as the tip of his tongue pushed inside her. His hands gripped her cheeks, squeezing and spanking her while also pushing her away to take a quick breath to Anna's frustration. The pause gave him the opportunity to gaze at her again, before pulling her back firmly onto his face.

*Fuck that feels so good... Over a little, fuck yes right there* Anna scrunched her eyes closed tightly in pleasure, rocking back onto George's tongue, guiding him around her sex with subtle shifts. It was only when she felt his heavy thickness slap softly against her face that she opened her eyes. She smiled, biting her lip as George ran the flat of his tongue over her clit. With her hands on his thighs, she slowly took him in her mouth, her lips spreading around his marvelously thick tip. She could feel his moans of pleasure vibrating against her thighs more than she could hear him, increasing as she took him deeper, inch by inch. His length seemed to throb against her tongue as she bobbed her head slowly, releasing him from her mouth with a loud pop as she caught her breath. His thick veiny shaft stood straight up, rock hard, somehow even thicker than usual. Anna groaned as she rocked back, feeling George spread her cheeks as his tongue wandered upwards to circle her asshole. She blushed at the sensation as the tip of his tongue slowly teased her ring, softly flicking and caressing. "fuck, baby..." he groaned from between her cheeks. His voice was laden with lust for her tender asshole, a desire to take her in her most private place. She flushed with pleasure and shyness, the thought of his size in her ass a strange mix of terror and curiosity. She pushed back further, feeling his tongue spread her as she pressed her firm cheeks to his face. Though George would happily spend all night like this, Anna needed to be filled.

George groaned as Anna shifted away, peering back at him with a smile as she slid down his torso, straddling his lap. George licked his lips, he loved the lingering taste of her, the scent of her. Anna raised her hips, guiding his thick tip to her pussy and slowly sinking down onto it, holding his legs for support as she faced away. Even after years of marriage and sex, the first entry was always an exquisite stretch. Inch by inch, she lowered herself gradually down, biting her lip at the intensity of the fullness he provided. George's hands roamed her ass, spanking her as if in slow applause for the show she was putting on. With one final determined push backwards, Anna felt her ass rest fully against his pelvis as his whole length disappeared inside her. She let out a long breath she didn't know she had been holding in, and wiggled against him feeling the perfect sensation of fullness, a deep pleasure coursing through her body.

George arched his back slightly, mezmerized as always by the way Anna took him all. She leaned forwards and gripped his shins and started to rock slowly back and forth, angling her hips as she moved. "God baby, yes..." groaned George, letting Anna control the pace. He could tell she was close already, the way her breath caught in her throat, the shake of her leg against his side every time she sank down on his lap. George raised his hips a little timed with her motion, giving her extra pressure as her pace increased. The angle of her hips pulled his shaft downwards, making for sublime intense pressure as his cock threatened to pop free of her slick pussy only to be swallowed back deep inside every time. Anna pushed backwards with a throaty groan, lost in pleasure. She could vaguely hear his murmuring behind her, the beautiful sensation of fullness added to as his index finger moved to circle her asshole, gently roaming and probing. Anna sat up, tossing her hair back as she gripped his thighs and bounced urgently, gritting her teeth as the first small waves of climax crept over her. One final shift of her hips and his length thrust gloriously over her g-spot, pushing her over the edge into pure, ecstatic bliss. "Oh fuck..... Fuck!" she cried out, gripping his thighs for support as she came in an endless wave. She was lost in the feeling, her whole body pulsing as she rocked against his length for more. With a final deep sigh of satisfaction, Anna opened her eyes and leaned forwards, resting her chest on the bed between his legs, as his cock slipped from her soaked pussy.