A More Than Decent Proposal [FM]

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Early in and throughout my dad’s career, he used some of his money to invest in real estate. Some are rented to employees, some he has flipped, and some have renters that don’t work for his company. When Steven and I graduated, he offered to let us live in one of them rent free as long as we covered taxes and bills.

The company my dad founded prides itself on two things: family and American built. So it was expected that Steven and I would take jobs there. Steven had worked summers in the warehouse, and as the Director of Operations came close to retirement, took Steven on as his protege. I, with my MPA, entered into accounting. This, combined with the offer of a basically free house, helped us get a great start in adulthood.

Steven and I often dreamed about our future home. We both loved old houses and wanted land. Offhandedly one day, we mentioned this to some realtor friends of our parents. It came as a surprise when, six months later, I got a call that what we wanted was about to come on the market: a four bedroom, 1800s farmhouse on 150 acres. Barns and all. And the price was unbelievable.

The house sat vacant for many years and while the floors and structure were fine, it needed to be gutted. There was a hand shake agreement with neighboring farmers to use the fields for hay. We got an inspection to confirm it had good bones, made an offer, and bought it.

It took two years to gut and prep the house on weekends, and as money allowed. As our savings grew, the hand shake agreement with the centennial farm became a you help us, we’ll help you agreement with the awesome gay couple who owned it. The house wasn’t yet liveable, but all the prep had been done and we saved all the character of the house. We’d often camp there on the weekends.

Last year, we were able to move into our dream home. Steven started acting strange and it worried me. He was being secretive, almost distant. Distracted. After 8 years, I couldn’t imagine him cheating but he wasn’t himself.

The first weekend we were settled, we took a walk on the trails we made. Meandering through the woods, we walked in silence for what seemed like an eternity when we came to the pond. We listened to the frogs and fish on the cool spring day until suddenly he was out of my periphery.

I turned to find him on one knee.

“Wren. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. Even in high school, you had a silent way of letting me know I wasn’t what Ben and them implied. I’ve truly enjoyed every moment with you. Will you be the Marge to my Homer? The Sarah to my Clancy? The Maude slash Mrs. Krabappel to my Ned Flanders? Wren, will you marry me?”

I just nodded my head through tears. I never wanted a diamond, so I was elated when he slid a ring with a Ruby, my favorite gem and birthstone onto my finger.

He had arranged for everyone to meet at the house while we were gone. A house warming/engagement party. He was so secretive working it all out. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing everyone, sharing in the joy of our engagement and new home, but I also wanted everyone gone so I could take Steven then and there.

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When the last brake lights faded down the driveway, I pushed Steven onto the couch. I whipped my shirt off and quickly let my bra fall from my shoulders. His head fell back with a moan as my lips covered him. My tongue teased the most sensitive areas on his perfect cock. I slid his shorts down as I filled my mouth with him, only breaking away to remove his plaid boxers from his body. Licking, sucking, and teasing his balls, Steven moaned in pleasure.

My shorts and panties came off as I stood up to straddle him. I slid effortlessly on him and sighed as he filled me. Steven buried his face into my tits, and rubbed my clit with his thumb while I rode his cock.

“Fuck babe. Any girl would be lucky to have you. How did I become the lucky one?”

My mind swirled with thoughts as he teased my body with his hands and mouth. Had I been braver in my younger days, maybe I could have experienced this longer. I wondered if that girl ever expected to love sex in all aspects. And how she could never have comprehended the immense pleasure of body and mind it would bring.

“Yes! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your dick!”

I collapsed onto Steven’s shoulder and climbed off after the aftershocks. I climbed onto the couch and spread my legs. Steven licked my slit before slapping my ass and entering my pussy from behind.

“Mmmmm…fuck baby. Fill me up.”

My tits bounced as he pushed inside me. He grabbed my hair and pulled me into him as he thrusted. The house filled with the smell of our bodies and my screams of ecstasy his balls hit against my clit. I began to involuntarily squeeze him again, gripping him tight as he pushed hard.

When he released my hair and guided my body with his hips, I knew he was close. Pushing harder and faster into my body, I silently prayed that we’d cum together. Steven groaned and I screamed unintelligibly as we hit the apex. My convulsing muscles drew the cum from his body and I felt the familiar warmth I’d known for almost as a decade as we’d never once used condoms.

His seed dripped from me as we stumbled our way to our bedroom before collapsing on our new bed.

We would ultimately get married in that same clearing where he proposed. Creating an irreplaceable place on our 150 acres that was forever attached to our love.

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