At the End of a Workday

By: Maverick91 Category: Romance Date: Aug 15 2012, 1:09 pm

He was glad to be home.  More to the point, he was glad the day was over, at least at work.  During the drive home, thoughts of the bills and family budget crossed his mind.  They still had to pay the general contractor for the addition to house.

Home.  He hadn’t actually lived in the house for more than half a year.  He and his wife had been married just that long – a second marriage for both of them.  They’d each made their mistakes.  This one was going to last.  They both knew that from the first time they’d gone out.

They both had kids from beforehand, but as he stepped from the garage to the kitchen, the first thing he made note of was the quiet.  The usual noises associated with life were absent.  She moved passed him, dressed in pj bottoms and a t-shirt, hair up in a makeshift bun, with a basket of laundry and explained that she’d convinced their dad to take them for the evening, as she had so much housework to catch up on.  Dressed as she was, he still noticed the curve or her ass – her body had been one of the first things he noticed in her, and at just a year younger than himself, she’d done good by her body.

He dropped his case by the small writing desk off the kitchen, and a bill dropped from the desk.  One more to pay.  She passed him again, and suggested that he go to the bedroom to skip of his boots.

He acquiesced, and made his way to their room in the back of the house.  The scent of her perfume barely registered.

He left his body slump heavily in his chair in the bedroom.  Six months before, before their wedding, it had been his bachelor chair – the piece of furniture where he’d spent most of his time when he lived in that small apartment.  Now it served as a reading chair in their spacious bedroom.  It had looped armrests, and these had come into play a few nights when she was feeling more mischievous.  He reached down and loosed his boots, slipping one off, then the other.  He heard her move behind him, into the closet.

As he came back up, her hands went to his shoulders.  Though his dress shirt, she squeezed tight neck and shoulder muscles.  He closed his eyes, and allowed his head to lean back slightly at her touch.  He did not interfere.  As she moved her hands from outer shoulders, up past his neck and to his temples, his breath began to deepen and slow.  He felt her lips touch his cheek lightly, and move her mouth down his neck.  Her fingers moved down the front of his shirt.  One by one she deftly unfastened each button.

She let her fingers move to his chest, her nails moving though the fur that covered his muscles.  As her palms moved across his pictorials, down his abdomen, she closed her lips on his earlobe.  She whispered into his ear how handsome she thought he was and how in love with him she was, and how she wanted to love him intimately, completely this night.

She leaned forward, over his shoulder, reaching to where his shirt met his trousers.  She hooked her fingers under his belt and made quick work of his fly.  But this left her smooth neck in each reach.  He took advantage and smoothed his lips across her skin, behind her neck.  He brushed her flesh with his mustache, and reach up, stroking the back of her hair and he sucked her skin.  He moved his hand and stroked her neck, feeling the smoothness of her skin. 

Once his fly was out of the way, she moved both hands across his lower abdomen, under his plaid boxers, reaching the curls of his pubic mane.  She found the base of his manhood, and folded her fingers around his member.  It was hardening, but still had some softness and flexibility to it.  This told her what she suspected.  Usually, his manhood is full and firm when she touches it.  The day, the week he’s had has left it less than full.  She wasn’t surprised.  In fact, the feel of his half-stiff cock warmed her within.  She looked forward to the feel of his member growing, filling in her hands, her mouth, her pussy. 

She moved back, away from him, leaving her hands on his shoulders and arms, as she moved around to face him.  He opened his eyes and met her sexy, hazel gaze.  Her beauty had always captivated him.  But what also caught his attention was the shirt she was wearing.  It was one of his dress shirts.  She said is was her favorite.  It covered her only just enough, and she’d buttoned it just enough that he could see that it was all that she covered with.  As she maneuvered  around to face him, and she moved closer to him, he could see the smooth, soft curves of her body, the roundness of her bosom, the dark circle of areola surrounding her nipple.

The masculine shirt moved over her feminine form as she moved closer to him.  She leaned over; he took in the view.  There was no mistaking her womanliness.  She closed her lips onto his.  Her tongue parted his lips, and he stroked it with his own.  His hands moved from her neck, across the fabric of the covering, each hand cradling a breast.

She moved her lips from his and down his neck, leaving a light trail of kiss.  She pulled the rest of his shirt free from his trousers and off his shoulders.  He moved to slip the shirt from his body.  Her fingers moved across his chest and down his stomach.  She followed her fingers with her mouth and tongue.

She wrapped her fingers onto the waist of his pants and began to work them down his hips.  He accompanied her, moving his body so she could free his from the confines of clothes.  She left the pants in a heap at his ankles and turn her attention to his boxers.  His firmness was clear from the way the fabric fit, already showing a spot of precum.

Her finger touched the dark spot, and her hand closed around his manhood though the fabric.  He moved his hand to stroke her hair in affection, but she took it in her hand, and looked up into his eyes.  She planted a wet kiss into his palm, then turned her attention to the waistband of his underwear.  She moved it down, out of the way, from his hips and across his thighs to his pants.

Her hands moved up his legs, nails moving through the light hair and across his flesh.  They met at the base of his cock.  His member leaned to one side.  It pink and seemed to move of its own accord as it became erect from her ministrations.  Her fingers moved up the underside of his shaft.  She traced the ridge of his head with fingertips.  She smiled as she heard her man catch his breath.  He leaned his head back and closed his eyes and felt her take him.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock.  She moved it up and down, slowly, along the length.  As her hand moved up, a portion of clear fluid seeped from the tip of his head.  She moved close, and touched her tongue to this, tasting his dull saltiness.  Her tongue moved around, across the head, covering it with her lips in a loving, suckling kiss.  Her tongue washed down the side of his shaft.  His pubic fur brushed her cheek and tickled at first.  Then she moved her tongue down across his balls, licking at his sack.

She suckled at fist one gland, taking as much into her mouth.  She kept his shaft safely embraced in her hand.  She moved her mouth from the first ball then gently took his other between her lips and licked at the furry flesh.  His hips moved involuntarily.  She took a glance up.  She saw his cock in her fingers, and she saw the expression on his face, his eyes closed, his mouth in an inaudible moan.

She licked her way back up from his sack, across the underside of his shaft.  She directed his firm cock down, along her lips.  She kissed the winking tip lightly, lovingly.  Her lips parted.  She allowed his head to open her lips further as she slid her mouth down, over his manhood.  She took his head completely into her warm, wet mouth.  She felt the ridge of his head move along her tongue.  His shaft filled her mouth and she knew that his member had swelled to fully erect.

His hands moved to her hair, stroking absently, gently, moving with the motions of her mouth.  Her head bobbed down and up.  She let his cock move from her mouth, her lips barely contacting the soft velvet of his crown.  A line of spittle and precum connected her mouth to his cock.  She looked up again, and found his clear blue eyes.  She closed her eyes and moved her mouth down, down, taking him, all but swallowing his manliness, into her hungry mouth.

She did not dawdle.  She hesitated not at all.  She moved her mouth along her man with passion.  She loved him with her mouth on his cock.  She fucked him wither mouth, sliding her lips along his skin.  She slurped at his head and shoved her head back down on him again, again, again.

His hips moved under her.  He moved to make the best angle of attack.  His thighs and back moved in rhythm with her, fucking back into her mouth.  He took hold of her head, her hair in his fingers and moved her body with his.

She moaned at the feel of his fullness invading her mouth and lips, sliding on her tongue.  She moved off his cock long enough to slide her hand up and down and up and down.  His cock glistened with her spit.  With each up-stroke, she drew more clear juice from his head.

She covered his cock again with her mouth.  She took him in and felt him against the back of his through.  She paused for a moment and enjoyed the feel of his fullness.  She moved her hand and cupped his balls, cradling them.  His moans were more than soft now, his breath fast and sharp.  She let a finger move down, below his sack, and make contact with his ass.  His hips bucked and moved.

She felt her own nectar flowing now.  It seeped and dripped from her lips, between her legs.  At the feel of this on her thigh, she devoured his cock.  Slurped up and down and up and down in time, bobbing up and down.  She wanted his spunk.  She wanted to hear him.  She wanted her man to let go and explode into her.  She wanted her man, her man, that she was taking, to cum, to fill her mouth.

And he did.  He let out a half groan as he called to her.  His body bucked.  His cock heaved and pulsed.  His hot cum flowed from his body, through his shaft, and splashed into her mouth.  Another spurt.  His body was stiff and pulsing.  She kept her mouth closed around his cock, not missing a drop.  Another pulse.  And another.  His body began to relax.  His cock still throbbed in her mouth.

She breathed deeply, taking in his musky pubic scent, satisfied, so happy.  She moved slowly, carefully along his still-sensitive head.  He rested still in the chair, his chest moving with each breath.  She moved her tongue smoothly across his cock head, cleaning every last drop of his cum.  She swallowed in such a manner that he knew she’d taken his spunk into her, as if she considered it as sweet wine or a precious gift.

As his breathing settled, she moved on her knees between his legs.  He drew her up to him, onto his lap.  His mouth secured onto hers in deep loving passion.  She smile slyly at him as he began to remove the shirt still covering her body…