Jason sighed as he peeled off his sweaty t-shirt and tossed it haphazardly toward the washing machine, bypassing the hamper entirely based on smell alone. Ever since he'd started taking supplements for his low testosterone, an embarrassing problem for any 26 year old man to admit, his BO had become much more of an issue. He'd never really noticed the smell before beyond being aware he stunk, but now he definitely picked up the smokey peppery scent on his clothes and even the bed after a bout of vigorous lovemaking.
Admittedly his scent had a rancid quality to it to his nose, but his wife Moira had begun to pick up on the difference immediately. He tossed his gym shorts and socks into the wash as well, before piling in some other dirty clothes to round out the load and starting the machine, and heading for the shower. As he rounded the corner to his master bedroom he found Moira standing in the hallway, a vision of loveliness in the buff with her hair a wild mess from sleep.
"Hey sweetheart, just got in from the gym, sorry to wake you." He smiled, but paused when he saw an odd look on her face. She looked groggy, to be expected considering it was only 530 in the morning and she didn't have to be at work till 8, but instead of a look of annoyance or even begrudging love, her face was totally slack.
"Smells good" She mumbled, shuffling forward and laying her hands on his chest gently. Jason took a step back, not wanting to get her dirty with his sweat. "Gimmie" Moira mumbler grumpily, shuffling forward again and grabbing him by his beard.
"Baby let me shower off and I'll come cuddle till you have to get up alright? But I'm sweating like a whore in church and I don't wanna stink up the sheets or you" He chuckled, laying a loving hand on her head and pulling her in for a kiss. Moira used the momentary distraction to step quickly into his body and press herself up against him. Her free hand snaked down and caressed his manhood, squeezing his shaft gently.
"No shower, no wait. Breed me now." She growled into his lips, pulling him by his beard to the bedroom. As soon as he was inside Jason gave up on arguing with a good thing. His wife certainly had a few kinks about breeding, including a strong Primal kink he loved it when she indulged, but she was NOT a morning person and would normally balk at the idea of having to get up early to wash cum out of herself. As they got into the bedroom Jason picked up his wife and tossed her onto the bed, taking a moment to admire her body. Moira was without a doubt a Celtic goddess in human form, 6'2 with a mop of fiery red curls, long ivory colored legs that came to a pert heart shaped ass and wide birthing hips, her chest was topped with high sitting perky E cup breasts, along with an intense but beautiful face. Her entire being was covered with a beautiful tapestry of freckles, along with a few traditional Gaelic styled tattoos.
"Stop staring and breed me." She whined, looking up at him pleadingly and taking her breasts in her hands. Savoring the surge of both ego and dominance her begging gave Jason rocked back on his heels and stroked his already stiffening erection.