He walked in the door and slammed it behind him. She looked up from her book, perched on the chair next to the couch. Perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised, "Yes? Welcome home, love."
"Welcome home?" He raised his arms and let them fall from the shrug, "Welcome home, she says! As if everything was normal."
"Isn't it?" That irritatingly attractive smirk played on her lips.
"As if you haven't been sending me naked selfies in various positions since 9:30 am! I've had to work and advise people on their futures as I receive a constant stream of smut right into my brain!"
"I thought you'd like that." She grinned, setting her book down and resting her head on her knees sideways as she matched his gaze.
"Like it? I loved it! Fuck, Eva. You make my body react in a way I've never dreamed possible!"
There's that smirk again. Dancing along her full, pouting lips. Lips that he'd watched stretched around his cock just this morning as he fucked her throat. He shivered in desire. "And?" She challenged him.
"And I was being burned alive all day." He said in a low, gravelly voice. "You're a fucking dream incarnate."
The smirk became a smile, splitting into a lopsided grin. She stood and stretched, doing wonderful things to her generous chest. His hands started shaking, she knew what she was doing to him. He just couldn't believe that this was his life.
As she finished her stretch, her thin waist trained by dedication in the gym was slowly re-hidden by her loose shirt, much to his chagrin. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she turned to grab her mug of tea, turning back to the kitchen with a small smile. His erection was growing, and she noticed immediately. "She's always known how to push my buttons," he thought to himself, "Hell, just by existing in my immediate vicinity, she turns me on enough to go caveman."
As she finished her tea and rinsed out her cup, he realized he was still standing in the entryway. Just standing there and staring at her ass. His mouth was watering, and his memory flooded with pleasures, both simple and erotic, of her perfect bubble butt. That butt that shuddered and jiggled so perfectly when he fucked her from behind... Once again, he realized he was standing there. With a growing erection. And an obvious and satisfying solution!
He shook his head and moved to put down his work things and actually enter his home. As he did, his mind was immediately filled with memories of the morning's shenanigans, which she instigated as soon as he awoke. She never let him go to work with cum in his balls. Not once in 7-years of dating, engagement, and marriage. Creative, endlessly horny, and sexy as hell, he was blessed with a loving wife who showered him with affection, support, and thoughtful encouragement. He shook his head again at the fact that he was living this life.
"And what are you thinking about in that head of yours? You know it's a dangerous thing when you do the thinking in this house." She laughed from behind him.
He started to grin and turn around but stopped as soon as he was facing her. Now, what was he going to say again? He couldn't remember because his eyes told his brain they needed more bandwidth to take in the beauty standing gloriously naked before him. When had she taken off her clothes? He immediately discarded the inconsequential musing.
She waited patiently and seemed to take great pleasure as his mind focused on the task at hand, and his eyes began roaming up and down her form. He knew she worked hard to keep her body fit and took private pride in making his jaw drop at will. Which it did at this moment as he drank in her beauty for the millionth time.
Her black hair hung in waves down her back in a loose ponytail with those little slut strands framing her face. Her skin was soft and a warm cinnamon brown. Her warm hazel eyes sparkled at him, confident under his inspection. Her wide mouth was framed by lips of a darker brown, soft and plump. He shivered in pleasure, thinking of all they had proven they could do. A delicate sloping nose and a chin that somehow brought out her cheekbones in a complexly soft but chiseled manner.
"A vision meant for a marble statue," he thought briefly before his brain was hotwired by his gaze traveling downward.
Under her chin was a graceful neck that was sensitive to a gentle kiss or rough hand, which he proved regularly. His eyes flicked to her shoulders, marking her good posture due to countless hours of yoga and exercise. He knew that extending from each were arms that ended in gentle hands and nimble fingers. But he couldn't deny himself any longer from feasting his eyes on her perfect breasts. Sitting high and firm on her chest with the slightest sag, he knew her size was 36G, making his mouth water each time. Her perfect breasts were capped with the most perfect nipples for pinching, sucking, and biting, which she always enjoyed immensely, even if only in passing.
He continued with only the barest of hesitation, reminding himself what would come. The flat stomach below sharply contrasts the generous bust above and the flared hips below. Her belly button called for attention as he smiled, recalling how surprised she was that she could feel such pleasure from something as simple as her belly button. He wasn't surprised when she got into the mood, anything would set this firecracker off. Her belly terminated in wide hips that gave way to toned thighs, which were equally erotic in their own way. Mostly by the way they wrapped around his head as he feasted on her pussy. Her legs were fidgeting as her anticipation was feeding her arousal.
They both knew what was next.
