Felicity couldn't wait to get home. It had been a particularly stressful week at the investment bank she worked for. Her job paid great, but the hours were brutal. And the egos on all the alpha males in the office were beyond annoying. Always trying to assert themselves in every situation. Always one upping each other. Always playing stupid dominance games.
Felicity was looking forward to her husband's humble confidence. She texted Scott as she left the office to let him know she was going to be a little late. "No problem. Be safe. Dinner will be ready when you come in," he texted her back. But Felicity knew so much more would also be taken care of too.
Their two daughters would be fed. Scott would have picked out a movie for their girls to watch while she ate and he listened to her talk about her day. Then she would take a shower and pour herself a glass of chardonnay while he put the girls to sleep.
She would wait for him on their marital bed in a satin chemise scrolling on her phone while she sipped her wine. When the girls were finally asleep, Scott would come into the bedroom, lock the door behind him, light some candles, put some soft jazz vocals on his phone, strip to his boxers, and then eat her pussy slowly, affectionately, and tenderly till she came.
Then Scott would blow out the candles, turn off the music, and the lovers would cuddle till they fell asleep. Friday was not about Scott and his needs. Friday night was about Felicity and her needs.
Not that Scott was denied sex entirely. Oh he absolutely got his. You can't control a man through sex unless you give him sex. Not as often as he'd like, of course. Scott would have had sex with Felicity everyday if she let him. But once a week seemed about the right amount to keep Scott productive, focused, compliant, and happy.
Saturday night, unless there was an emergency at work, was Scott's night for sexual reward. He would have a full day of activities planned for Felicity and the girls. The family lived in a huge 5,000 square foot home in a leafy suburb. There were always family friendly community festivals and events going on and their oldest daughter was just getting into activities like dance and soccer.
After a busy day of family fun, Scott would cook them all dinner while Felicity played with the girls and then he would dutifully clean up afterwards. They had tried having Felicity put the girls to bed on Saturdays, but it ruined Felicity's mood. So Scott would again put the girls to sleep while Felicity waited for him in their bedroom wearing a short lace nightie.
This Saturday was no different. Felicity was reading a trashy romance novel and sipping wine when Scott entered the bedroom, stripped naked, and climbed under the covers with her. While he patiently waited for Felicity to finish the chapter she was in the middle of, Scott began tenderly stroking her hair and tracing his fingers along her shoulders and arms. When Felicity got to a good place in her book, she put it on the nightstand and turned to start kissing her husband. Tongues swirling in eachothers mouths, Scott reached under his wife's nightie to cup her butt and stroke her back. Felicity reciprocated by massaging his balls and stroking his cock. When Scott was good and hard, he held Felicity tight and rolled onto his back, giving her one last kiss before releasing her mouth.
He then pushed himself down the bed till he was under her sex and began licking her rapidly moistening folds. After grinding her mound into his face for about a minute, Felicity moaned, pulled herself away from Scott's eager tongue, and motioned for him to move back up the bed so she could lower herself onto his now throbbing cock.
This moment was the absolute highlight of Scott's entire week, feeling his wife's hot, soft, wet, fleshy folds take his length. No experience compared to feeling the walls of his wife's womb hugging his member tightly. This was also the big danger moment. Those first few seconds in her. If he could survive that first rush of ecstasy, if he could control his orgasm immediately, then he was in for a great night.
Felicity waited for Scott to open his eyes. She knew he was trying to control his manhood''s absolute subservience to her pussy and it was important for her to be still and not provide any extra stimulation that could send him over the edge. Finally, after about a minute, he opened his eyes and smiled triumphantly. He had survived the test.
Felicity then began to work herself to orgasm. She knew her husband would cum instantly as soon as she did. He was already in a state of near bliss. The best way she could make him happy, the best way she could please her man, was to get herself off too. So she began grinding her clit against his pubic bone and lowered her chest towards his mouth so he could pleasure her nipples.
Scott had always thought Felicity was an absolute goddess, ever since he first saw her profile on the dating app. Curly brown-red hair. An angelic face. Perfect skin. Toned athletic body. She had been more of a C cup before motherhood, but after their second child, Felicity had treated herself to a little mommy makeover package: a little tummy tuck around the waist and an extra cup size up top. Felicity loved how big and full her boobs felt when she was pregnant and after pushing two humans through her vagina she thought her body deserved a little upgrade. She could afford it on her salary. Scott certainly loved her decision.
He started out lovingly caressing her tits through the fabric of her nightie, cupping them, pushing them together, running his hands over her nipples. This won Scott some faint moans from Felicity which was his signal to begin playing with her nipples more directly. Again through the fabric, Scott ran his thumbs over her nipples as they began to harden and then flicked them with his index fingers. When her nipples had fully hardened he sucked on each one in turn, again through the fabric. Felicity was moaning steadily now and had picked up both the pace and force of her grinding.
With animal-like intensity she ripped off her nightie in one stroke, freeing her breasts which Scott eagerly took in his hands, his mouth now darting back between each nipple, squeezing them between his lips.
"Oh yeah fuck baby just like that," Felicity wailed. "Don't stop baby don't stop I'm so close." Scott then dropped both hands from her chest so he could firmly squeeze her ass with both hands and push her down into him. His mouth now greedily switched between each nipple as her breasts swung before him.
"Fuck me baby, yeah," Felicity moaned, as she was now moving her pussy up and down the length of his shaft slamming down back in to him with an audible slap that filled the room. "Oh god yes I'm cuming, I'm cumming," she squealed, and Scott could feel her pussy convulsing around his member. He had never survived that sensation and he came right along with her, both lovers now hugging each other tightly as waves of pleasure crashed through them.
When the couple began breathing normally again, Felicity kissed Scott on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "You've been a very good boy. Are you ready for your treat?" Scott nodded with a grin as Felicity pushed herself up to the headboard so that her just fucked pussy was right above Scott's face. She then unclenched her pelvic floor sending gobs of warm, salty, sweet, sticky cum into his waiting mouth. Scott waited till the torrent of fluids flowing from his wife slowed to a trickle before sticking his tongue as deep as he could into her vagina to lick out every last drop.
Felicity had been a little taken aback years ago when Scott had first asked to eat her out after coming inside her, but she never really liked running to the bathroom just to sit on the toilet and let it all ooze out either. And when she saw how enthusiastically he lapped up their juices, and how good it felt to have his tongue deep inside her while she grinded her clit into him, she grew to love it as much as he did. She might also have gotten off a little on the dominant nature of being on top while he serviced her.
