Stress Relief [Str8] [Fdom] [Msub] [Oral]

The day had been long, the work exhausting. While by no means was it unique to him, it didn’t seem to make much difference. His head ached and his senses were slightly dulled from overuse. The constant focus and stress of dealing with irate customers had been soul-crushing. He slogged from car to doorstep, only pausing to ring the doorbell, momentarily forgetting he had his keys in his pocket.

The cheery chime of the doorbell greeted him a moment before his wife, chipper and bright-eyed, opened the door knowing it was probably him. He smiled a tired smile at her and didn’t even see the door pass him by before he’d stepped forwards into his wife’s loving embrace. He felt keenly her small, strong arms and the softness of her chest against his own as she murmured in his ear. “Welcome home, honey. ” Stepping back from him for a moment to give him a cursory examination, she frowned softly.

“Are you okay? You look tired, sweetie.”

He stepped through the doorway into his home, pulling the door closed behind him as he laughed weakly.

“I *am* tired. Work was… something else.” He sighed, obviously still taxed from his day and too tired to worry about sounding overdramatic.

So distracted was he that he almost didn’t notice she was in a dark long sleeve shirt and loose dark sweatpants, rather than her usual evening attire, the suit that her work required her to wear, despite the fact she worked from home.

Uncharacteristically quiet, he removed his shoes and trudged his way to their shared bedroom, flopping onto the bed as his wife kept an eye on him, following from a short distance. She paused in the doorway of their room, eyeing him with concern before climbing onto the bed next to him, pushing herself into his embrace as the two melted together, each knowing the other’s feelings and that spooning was needed.

With his arms wrapped around her, she enjoyed the rhythmic breathing against her back and the arms wrapped around her body. The slow, pulsing breath of his body comforted her. He, meanwhile, only felt the blissful weight of her body and smelled the sweetness of her perfume, the scent reminding him of the flowers she’d sent him when they started dating. The smell was nostalgic, powerful, overwhelmingly safe and it quickly sent him into a warm, relaxed state.

As he relaxed, she felt his grip and strength loosen, ever so slightly, gradually ceding his natural strength to her soft feminine warmth. As his body relaxed, his eyes closed. She slowly rolled over, laying him down on his back, and stripping him of his clothes with smooth, expert motions gained from many years of lovemaking and sexual escapades.

His naked form always awed her, ever since his younger years she’d adored him, his imperfections and proportions utter perfection, and the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Once, he’d told her that she owned him, and that he was hers. She had melted at his submissive words that day and seeing him in such a vulnerable state only brought her back to that moment, melting her once more.

Climbing on top of him and lowering herself flat against him, laying her weight evenly and softly over him, he smiled involuntarily, the expression irremovable and impossible to miss. She smiled back, tapping his nose softly several times with her finger, causing him to giggle softly at their familiar antics.

Sitting up to straddle him, she began to run her fingers through his hair, letting the long soft locks of silky hair slip through her fingers and caress her skin. She stroked his long black hair like a favourite pet, making affectionate, soothing noises.

“It’s alright, honey, you’re okay. You’re safe, you’re home.” She leaned down softly to give him a long kiss on his forehead.

“Mwah!” She felt fireflies fill her chest as she planted a kiss on him lovingly.

She smiled as she felt the comfort and safety in his heart. The feeling she gave to him and had given to him since their first conversation so many long years ago. The feeling of her lips sent bliss radiating through his body at the deepest levels and each felt a similar kind of electricity, a love and pleasure unique to two who know each other perfectly.

She lay there on top of him, a comfortable weight on his chest, and familiar fingers playing with his hair, trailing soft kisses across his naked chest, and across the length of his collarbone, he began to shake and tremble, small tremors at first, then larger shaking, providing pleasant sensations as he moved underneath her.

Murmuring in his ear and she lay across his body, keeping against his chest, with her lips resting an inch from his ear, she softly spoke to him, reassuring him.

“You’re my precious boy, you know that? Nothing’s going to hurt you here. I’m here, you’re safe. You’re being so good to me, and I want to return the favour. You can have anything you want, okay sweetheart? I want to help you feel safe.”

Opening his eyes slowly, he blushed as his cheeks slowly began to turn pink from the heat passing between each of their bodies and the things she made him feel for her.

His lip trembled a bit at first, but he found his voice after a few adorable moments of silence, smiling and blushing as he couldn’t find the words, all the while stuck between her legs and on his back.

“Could I be in…um… you know.” He turned his head away from her, desperately trying to hide his shy face from her as his smile returned, his cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink, as she was reminded of yet another reason she’d proposed to him twelve years prior.

She chuckled, softly, her delightfully exotic Danish accent raising goosebumps on his skin and making him shiver. He looked at her then, his eyes so tired but still so beautiful, the life and curiosity still burning brightly in them, as much or more as the day she’d first seen him.

You can be inside me, cutie. Ready?” She smiled, feeling butterflies and a heat spreading from her chest, and from between her legs. Lifting her hips up and waiting for his length to brush her opening, she waited until he stilled, and then made her move.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. She was tight, and he had always been a respectable size, but even so, the way he filled her so completely made her act like a horny teenager half her age, every, single, time. He slipped into her hot, wet embrace, the tight, soft walls and the heat making him spasm, his hips instinctively jerking upwards, lifting his cute butt off the sheets, and slipping him deeper inside her.

His soft whimpering started quietly, but got louder and more desperate as time went on. She smiled at the next move she was about to make. It would make him flustered, no doubt, it always did.

“Don’t move, okay? Be a good boy. Can you do that? Are you a good boy? Say it back to me, sweetie. You can do it.”

“I’m… a…”

“I’m a good boy.” He squeaked out, his face burning as she lowered her lips to his and kissed him. Urgent, but soft passion, the intense duel of tongues and lips. His were soft like the clouds and sweet like chocolate. She couldn’t get enough, softly kissing him, barely restraining the ravenous hunger inside her, the mad lust and the need cracking her self-control by the second.

“You’re a good boy! That’s right, sweetie! Mmmm.” She giggled, smiling like a lunatic. “Fuck, you taste good!” She moaned as her senses flooded her with love and the taste of him.

Dipping her head back down, forcing his lips to meet hers and her tongue sought his delicious taste and the softness of his lips again. Invading his mouth again, she took her time tasting him and remembered to let him breathe in time. Smiling cheekily, and feeling a little embarrassed at her slip-up, she gave him another peck on his nose.

“Sorry! You know I’ve always adored your lips.” She grinned, kissing his lips, this time, but lingering, letting him smell her perfume, a scent he’d long since associated with home, love and warmth.

“Psst. Hey” She grinned, not waiting for his reply, before slowly slipping his length out of her, relishing the empty feeling almost as much as she had the fullness of him inside her.

“That’s my line!” A pout instantly masking his face even as he pouted harder than normal as he felt her warm insides caress him as she pulled herself off him. She giggled at his face, her actions subduing his normal expressions in favour of one of the cuter, more overwhelmed ones she’d seen on him.

She giggled, beginning to grind on him, softly pressing against him and then sliding the wet spot of her sweatpants over him. More moans graced her ears and she sighed.

“I love you so much, you make *such* pretty noises. I love you, min skat. My goober.” With that, she began moving more determinedly, grinding on his wet dick, one drenched and literally dripping with her own juices, as if to say he was hers and nothing, not even the air itself would get anywhere near his dick, one she claimed often during their weekly bouts of passion and lust.

“Hey, goober? Honey?”

Dazed and overwhelmed by pleasure, utterly drained of any energy, any ability to move his limbs, he focused on her voice and those lips of hers that had seduced him into bed so many times with only a whisper.

“Sweetie? Open wide, okay? Your mouth felt too dry, it’s important to hydrate, okay? You haven’t been drinking enough water lately.” She resisted the urge to giggle as he opened his mouth, and she began to drool, letting a long line of her saliva drip into his mouth as it slid over her tongue, across her lips and into his waiting mouth below.

Closing his mouth, she frowned. “Not yet! There’s more!” She smiled at his rosy cheeks and his mouth, as she saw it revealed to her again with the parting of his lips.

Opening her mouth again, she opted for a slightly different method of delivery, getting lower so she could see into his burning chocolate eyes. The colour was one of her favourite things about them, so dark and intense sometimes she swore a knowing look from them could make her wet enough to ruin a good pair of pyjamas in a mere few dozen seconds.

So close to her, her soft, plump breasts pressing against his naked chest, she spat into his mouth, making sure to do it several times. Gathering it in the back of her mouth, swallowing slightly to push more saliva onto her tongue, she spat into his waiting mouth before smirking and leaning down to lick his lips.

“Good boy! Now swallow, cutie. You don’t want to waste it, do you?”

As he swallowed and his eyes fluttered closed in that heart-melting way of his, she began grinding again absentmindedly moving on top of his naked form. One hand beside his head, another caressing his cheeks as soft as she could, she felt the heat of his cheeks on the back of her fingers, the warmth penetrating into the bones in her hand. She cupped his cheek, resting her palm snugly against his cheek, a perfect fit as she pressed her hand against his cheek, his love and adoration for her as plain as the warmth she felt on her palm.

“Cute one? Michael? Are you ready for me to taste you?”

Another adorable pout and a nod later, she was straddling him the other way, her soft, dripping folds and beautiful smooth skin in front of him. Needing no invitation, he pulled her back so she sat firmly on his face, burying him with her behind.

Hearing his muffled moaning and feeling the eager lusty passion of his tongue, the giddy licks and the hard, desperate sucking, she couldn’t help but tremble and move abruptly, twitching even, as she adjusted to his tongue.

“Dehydrated indeed.” She smirked, sighing faux disappointedly, letting the words sit softly in the air as she leaned forward and began to spit in her hands, preparing for her next trick.

“You know, you’re quite handsome down here. Your top half, too, but well, you look more cute and sexy eating me out than handsome!” She giggled again as she continued her preparations, hands and knees beside his body as her wet folds hovered within easy reach. Her rear was close enough to keep the weight off of him, the perfect arrangement and had he had the words for it then, he would’ve called the view absolutely mind-melting.

“Ready, sweetie?”

“Mhm!” She heard a flustered noise and smiled, picturing his wet face and messy hair.

“Good boy, now get back to it!” With that, she let her hands clasp opposite sides and ends of his shaft, one low, one high, one right, one left. Letting the copious amounts of her spit cover him, she slowly brought her hands together and stroked him softly, from top to bottom, her wet, soft hands delicate and full of love.

His breath hitched and he trembled, legs shaking and hips lifting every few moments, he whimpered, breathing hard and fast, the breathy arousal in his voice driving her *wild*.

He began to thrust frantically as she moved her slick hands over his length, eliciting some stifled moans from him.

“Goober! Remember, moan for me! Don’t silence yourself.”

At that, his mouth opened the delicious breathy exhales erupted from his throat, rapidly one after the other, filling her ears. His exhales filled the room as he trembled and shook beneath her tender caring hands. Then the lower-toned moans started as she squeezed gently, varying the pressure with each hand and each squeeze.

Each squeeze elicited a cluster of moans and soon he began to whimper at her touch, the higher pitched whimpering sending her into overdrive. Licking the tip of his dick as she worked on it with her hands, he clamped his mouth shut, unable to stifle his moans, but trying just the same. Tight-lipped, his moans dripped with need, his needy noises drawing pleasurable lighting across her slit, and making her clitoris burn with arousal.

For every exhale, there was also an inhale. Sucking in air, desperately inhaling sharply and quickly in consistent time with her hands, he sounded like the most beautiful, sexy thing in the world.

Trying to pace himself proved useless, such was her skill after so many years. Breathing through his nose and foregoing using his mouth, he exhaled explosively, gasping briefly before letting out a single loud moan, finally overwhelmed with bliss, pleasure and the truth that he was her one and only slut, as a good submissive husband would be.

She made sure he rode the edge, knowing after hundreds of hours of trial and error, his limits. Letting her hands slip from his length abruptly, she fell back next to him, laying beside him. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she smiled.

“Be a good boy and cum all over my chest.” She smiled as he shakily got to his knees, crawling to her shoulder, perfectly positioned to cover her chest in a thick, sticky coating of hot cum.

As he got to the edge, she reached out and shoved her hand in between his calf and thigh, feeling the weight of his thigh settle on her hand and she desperately squeezed him, eager to feel his release.

Soon enough, the soft feminine hand pressing into his leg, and the sight of his love laying before him, with her gorgeous soft breasts and the seemingly endless expanse of perfectly smooth skin was too much.

“FUUCK! Caroline! I’m cumming!”

With a drawn-out moan of pure passion to match the length of the pleasure bursting from within him, he emptied himself of every drop. So aroused and so needy, he shook and trembled, glad he was on his knees already so he could keep his balance.

She felt the burning stickiness fall upon her in bursts like small raindrops that burned with the heat of the sun. She *loved* it, and with a subtle smile, she knew she had to get the last word in their stress relief session.

She reached up as his hand went from between his legs to resting on the bed for support, and took him by the chin, directing his gaze to her chest.

“You see that chest? You see it, don’t you, cute one?” She smiled, a little worn out.

“Yes?” He panted near-breathless, eyeing her chest with lust, despite how empty and exhausted he was after the evening’s excitement.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and then she made her move.

“It’s all yours!” She giggled sweetly, her hands spreading wide and pressing them to her chest as she rubbed her hands in large circles, massaging his hot mess into her soft breasts and the stomach below them.

“You’re REALLY cute when you cum. I love the way your face looks, so relieved and pleasurable and just, *so* happy. Still, I think love you more cuddling up to me.” She smiled widely, the love for her husband lighting up her face like a city at night.

Mesmerised by what his wife had just done, he could only stare, feeling his jaw slacken a little as his lips separated slightly. He wasn’t even aware of his speechlessness, just the sight of his lover enjoying the feeling of being covered in his beautiful seed.

“Nap time, sweetie!” She smiled softly as he lay down and shifted against her, pressing the full length of his front against her as she patted her chest.

Grumbling softly, but smiling with love in his eyes, he shuffled down a bit more so his taller frame could rest comfortably on her. His chest pressed softly between her breasts as she began to softly stroke his hair.

He was hers, all hers. She was his keeper, protector and lover, and he was her devoted and loving gem, the diamond in the rough she’d found long ago, while expecting so much less from her search than she’d ended up with.

She was his keeper, his queen, and nothing in the world would ever take him from her or her from him. Not money, not sex, not looks, not kindness. She was his and that was that. As she felt his breathing calm and felt his naked chest against the side of her unclothed stomach, she blessed the day she’d decided to love this beautiful man, and name him her wonderful, sweet goober.

She was happy, and she knew that he was too. They were together, and they loved each other, sharing themselves freely and with eager excitement, in every respect and every corner of their life. “Love always prevails, if it is worth it”, he had said. As she sat there caressing his cheek, playing with his soft hair, she knew that he was right. Nothing so beautiful and pure could ever be called wrong, all he could be called was hers.

She heard a soft murmur from his lips. “Hey Caroline?”

“Yes, sweet one?”

“Jeg elsker dig.”

She giggled at how soft and mushy he got when he was sleepy, so often bringing out his second language, her native tongue of Danish. It warmed her heart.

“Jeg elsker også dig. I love you too, sweet one.”

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