Sara and Travis Mae Love

Sara worked at a small University on a team that planned and executed freshman orientation among many other big campus events. Her office had plenty of space and she regularly had students and other staff come in for coffee and a good conversation. This morning was the usual; an event planning committee meeting at 9, a conference call with some candidates for a new office secretary at 10:30, and some emails to catch up on. She hummed quietly to the music playing from her desktop computer as she typed out an email to some of her student leaders.

"Are you serious?!" Someone in the building yelled.

Alarmed, Sara jumped up and peeked out her door. Her boss was standing there, visibly enraged and yelling at two of her coworkers. Shelly, her boss, was a retired professor who started working in administration a few years before Sara. At 5'10, she towered over Sara's 5'2 and intimated everyone at the school.

"Why can none of you people do anything right?!" She yelled, flinging papers into the employees faces.

Sara ducked back into her office and closed the door behind her, sighing. "As long as I stay to myself and get some work done," she thought, "Maybe I can avoid getting yelled at like that."

Sara sank back down into her chair, saddened by what had become of what seemed like an amazing opportunity of a job. She saw her wedding picture on her desk. Her husband Travis had encouraged her to take it because she was so passionate about college students. She had met Travis here at this small school, and here they fell in love, graduated, were married, and left when he took a job teaching in Guatemala. After two years, they decided that their next move would be to come home, look for jobs, settle down, and start a family. If only her boss hadn't turned out to be such a jerk, she would love this job. The salary was great, her coworkers were kind, and the students were ever as precious as she could have imagined. Her boss was ruining everything she loved about working with students.

Sara pulled out her cell phone to text Travis.

Sara: Shelly's going off on someone again. Can't wait for this day to be over!!

After a moment, he replied.

Travis: My kids are crazy today, too. I'll make dinner tonight. :)

Sara sighed. Travis always knew how to make everything seem a little easier and a lot more simple. He made her feel safe and talked her down when she was worked up.

Sara: How are the kiddos?

Travis: It must be a full moon...

Sara: Ahh, I see...

Travis: They're still great even when they're whackos.

Sara: When we have kids, we'll send them off somewhere for the pre-teen years. Deal?

Travis: I think I'd rather send them away for potty training!

Sara: We'll cross that bridge when we get to it ;)

Travis: A discussion to be continued this evening. Love you babe!

Sara: Love you too!

Sara tucked her phone into her jacket pocket and returned to her work, mostly avoiding her boss the rest of the day.

When Sara finally opened the door to their home, the smell of dinner filled her senses. "I'm home, Trav! Oh, it smells like a dream!" She yelled into the house.

"In the kitchen waiting for you!" He yelled back.

Sara kicked off her shoes and threw her purse down as she moved towards his voice. Every step she took made a soft, delicate thump on the hardwood floor. Travis was leaning back against the counter and dinner was on the table. His tousled auburn hair just screamed "sexy" to Sara.

"What. A. Dayyy." She said, slipping her arms around his waist to squeeze him. "I'm so glad it's over."

He hugged her back. "I'm sorry, honey," he whispered into her ear and then gave her a peck on the cheek. He was grinning ear to ear.

"Why are you smiling so weirdly?" She asked him.

"You're so darn cute when you're all worked up," he replied, laughing.

"Am not, you weirdo," she said.

He squeezed her tightly and she started to giggle. She had an unmistakable laugh - and he loved the sound of that laugh more than anything in the world.

"You sure are," he laughed. "Let's eat."

He moved to the table and pulled out their chairs, showing off the dinner he'd made them. Before them was a spread of sautéed vegetables, baked chicken, and two glasses of white wine. They ate quickly and then sipped their wine, chatting about their workplace drama.

"And then this kid shoved his desk out of the classroom and into the hallway. Man, it was insane," Travis explained about his seventh graders.

He was slowly getting distracted as Sara gently brushed her foot along the back of his calf. She sat with her chin resting on her palm, studying his face intently.

"So, we were talking about kids earlier," he offered.

"We were," she replied quietly, smiling slightly and gazing down at the table.

"We should talk about this soon, right? We said we'd think about trying after three years."

"Yes," she said, closing her eyes and continuing to moving her foot over his calf.

"Okay..." he let his sentence trail off.

"Thank you for dinner, Trav. And thank you for how well you love me on my bad days," she said after a moment, both of them finishing their wine.

She reached out and started brushing her fingers through the light brown hair that danced across his arm. "I love you."

"I love you," he replied, sitting back and soaking up the sweet admiration of his wife.

Sara felt her arousal building in her chest and stomach. She rose and stood behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders, kneading them gently.

"You're right, we should start trying soon," she said. "We're settling well here, and we picked this house with the extra bedroom for a reason."

Her hands were working all kinds of magic on the knots in his shoulders, and the wine mixed with this talk of making babies was giving Travis a tight feeling in his pants.

"Are you saying that we should start now?" He asked, half jokingly.

Sara leaned down to plant a kiss on his neck. "Yes, soon," she said.

She kissed right next to his ear and whispered, "Let's go to bed early."

Travis twisted around in his chair to face his wife, her gray-blue eyes burning into his as his hands reached for her hips and her fingers wove into his hair. She noticed a few more gray hairs along the side of his head.

"I'm not tired yet," he laughed as he gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer to him.

She leaned down into him and they kissed deeply and passionately. She pushed back after a moment, taking his hands in hers and pulling him up out of the chair. He followed closely behind her through the hall and into their bedroom where he sat back down on the edge of the bed and they resumed their kissing, melting away the stress of the day as their tongues invaded one another's mouths.

Sara straddled his lap as his hands pulled her body down into his. She reached down and pulled at his tshirt, grasping for his belt, and he reached between them to help her undo the buckle and zipper, resting their foreheads together.

"Travis, I love you more every day," she whispered, her eyes closed.

He ran his hands up her back and tangled them in her hair. Sara loved when he touched her hair. It ignited a flame in her belly she couldn't compare to anything else.

Their kissing became relentless for a moment before they stood to quickly kick off their clothes. Sara slipped her dress and underwear off and Travis peeled away his jeans and boxers. Naked, Sara climbed under the oversized down comforter and waited a moment for Travis to join her.

Travis slid into the bed, scooping Sara into his arms as she giggled. Her hands were on his chest and neck as she kissed him, rolling on top of him, surrounded by the fluffy comforter. She straddled him, grinding into him as his hands groped and squeezed her ass. His cock was warm and hot against her thigh. He tried to flip her onto her back, but she stopped him.

"Let me," she said, one hand on his chest and the other positioning his dick at her entrance.

"Already?" He asked.

"I've been ready half the day," she said, lowering herself onto him with his help.

She leaned up to kiss him and cup his face in her hands. "My love," she said.

His hands found her hips as she started to wiggle around on top of him, finding a slow rhythm that drove him crazy.

"Ahh," she sighed as she relaxed into him slowly.

Sara was pleasuring herself on his cock, grinding around so he rubbed her in all the right places. Travis moved his hands up her sides and around her back, mostly sitting up as his wife ground into him. He pinched her nipples, cupped her breasts, and massaged her neck and back while she slowly built herself up.

"Yes," she whispered.

He suddenly pulled down hard on her hips, hugged her closely to himself, pulled out of her, and flipped her onto the bed.

"No!" she gasped in desperation.

"Shh, baby," he said as he entered her again slowly, watching her frustration build.

"I'm going to make you beg me to let you come," he said.

Sara was astonished and a little afraid. Travis had never spoken to her like this. He was always gentle, kind, and mostly conservative when it came to sex.

"Okay," was all she could say as he pulled her arms above her head, slowly moving his cock into her.

After a few moments, she could barely handle it.

"Oh...oh, Travis. Please," she said, her neck turning red and blotchy, "Please, I need to cum."

He released her arms and then quickened his pace. Her hand slid down between them and he knew she was circling her own clit.

"Ahh, baby, ahhh," she was moaning, building.

When she came, she didn't say a word, but moaned lowly as her legs began to spasm uncontrollably. She rested on top of him for a moment before sliding down and wrapping her hands around his still-erect penis. She started to lick the tip, making eye contact with him.

She engulfed his cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down.

"Mmmn," he moaned, his hands in her hair.

A few moments later, he was cumming hard in her throat. She almost gagged at the force with which he came. He reached down to her and pulled her up to him, wiping her chin and kissing her lips. She sat in his lap and rested her head on his chest.

"Love," she said, her fingernails toying with his chest hair, "You're a dream."

He stroked her hair, eliciting a purr.