Welcoming Home My Wife [MF]

My wife has been travelling extensively for a work assignment for the past three months. She is typically gone all week, home for a couple of days, then gone again. Sometimes, like now, it is multiple weeks between visits home. It marks the most distance between us, for the longest periods of time, in our marriage. Needless to say, there is often a lot of pent-up passion when she returns, however briefly she is home.

She ended one of her travel stints Thursday night. This is the story of how I welcomed her home.

I woke Friday morning intent on clearing the path (and the house) for a day filled with welcome home sex. My wife had arrived home late Thursday night, cuddled with the kids, and passed out. Friday, I got them each off to their day camps. My wife and I both needed an adult day. I had taken the day off to make it happen.

While the kids waited in the car, I walked back into the bedroom, leaned over and kissed my wife, whispering, ‘We are about to have the house to ourselves all day.”

She sighed and smiled and said in response, “Don’t take too long.”

I dropped the kids off at their camps and was back in about 40 minutes. As I entered through the garage/kitchen door, I caught a blur of motion as my wife attacked me. She, 5’4″ and 125 lbs of curvy but Pilates-toned body, slammed into me and pressed her lips to mine. Our mouths met, our tongues tangled, and it was on.

I ran my hands up and down and all around her body as we made out like teenagers., all animal lust and need.

She was wearing a skimpy, spaghetti strap, lacy halter top and a matching pair of lacy, string bikini panties. I could feel the nipples on her 36D bressts pushing through her shirt and against my chest. As she ran one leg up and down my side, I reached down and picked her up, depositing her on the granite kitchen counter. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips, her ears, and sucked on her earlobes. “I missed you so much,” I whispered. “I want you so much.”

With her legs still wrapped around me, she whispered back, “Well, you better take me then.”

It was all the guidance I needed. I sucked hard on her neck, reached down, grabbed her nipples through the cloth of her halter top, and gently pinched and rolled them between my fingers. She moaned.

I lifted the halter top up and over her head, baring her upper half to me. I lavished attention on her beautiful, shapely, firm breasfs for several minutes. My fingers, lips, and tongue traced and caressed the curves of her breasts, and trailed wet kisses along her skin. I felt, and loved, the rough texture of her hard nipples under my tongue as I swirled my tongue around them and sucked them into my mouth. My actions elicitined small moans and sighs, and I felt her fingers run through my hair, and caress my back and shoulders. It felt exquisite.

I reached down, put a hand between her legs, and felt heat and wetness as her arousal began to soak her panties. I grinned, and my cock leaped. It had been two weeks since we had seen each other. I had to have her. Now.

I picked her up off the counter. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, pushing her swollen center against me, and even through my jeans, I felt her swollen pussy. I carried her upstairs to our room, occasionally pausing to kiss and paw at each other. I lost my shirt somewhere in the process, and loved feeling her nails glide across the bare skin of my back and shoulders.

When we arrived in our room, I threw her down on the bed and stripped off the rest of my clothes. She looked up at me with hunger. I reached for her and tore off her panties. She spread her legs and lifted her hips at me. I moved to her, moving quickly between those open legs, impaling her with my cock. She groaned. I pushes her hips back and took an ankle in each hand, raising and pushing back her legs as I fucked her.

It was urgent, and raw, animal in nature and power. I pounded as deeply into her as I could, as hard as I could. I moved in and out of her in long, hard strokes, loving the sensations of penetrating her, withdrawing, and pounding all the way into her again.

I let go of her legs, and she wrapped them around me, squeezing me and pulling me in hard. “Give it to me!’ she yelled. “Give me that cock. Give me that cum!” She moved her hips in rhythm with mine, dug her nails into my back and shoulders, and began to wordlessly scream with each thrust, and squeezed me with her pussy. I felt it pulling me in deeper and deeper, and it felt so fucking good. I pumped in and out of her, harder, harder, faster, until I felt like I was going to burst. She yelled, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me until you cum! Fuck me HARD!”

I felt cum racing up my cock as I pounded into her as hard as I could, and suddenly I was grunting and yelling and emptying myself inside her. She screamed in pleasure as she felt me erupt inside her over and over and over again.

I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me more tightly into her. “So good, so good, that was so good babe,” she whispered into my ear. She ran her fingers across my back,y shoulders, in my hair, relishing the goosebumps that raised on my skin as her nails tickled their way across my skin. It felt wonderful. “I love you. I missed you so much.’

I looked down at her, her chestnut hair spilled across the pillow, her blue eyes shining up at me. “I love you, too, babe. And we are just getting started.”

She smiled and nodded her head, and kissed me.

More to come….

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