Welcome Home from my wife! [MF]

(Should preface this by saying this was about a month ago, and is a writeup of what happened after she posted in r/sex looking for advice! As always, hope you enjoy and sorry it’s a bit long) (Edited for formatting)

Spring and early summer are always tough for my wife and I, since I travel a lot on the weekends, and she’s draws several weeks of working overnights during those few months. With that in mind, it’s been a while since we’ve had any time for sex beyond a quick fuck when one of us is coming in or leaving for

She had some vacation days burning a hole in her schedule, so she took the week off. I still had to work, and I’d been stranded by car troubles in another state for an extra day. I was exhausted, and more than a bit cranky, so when I finally pulled into the garage I wanted nothing more than to have a drink, a quick meal, and crawl into bed. Preferably in that order

A wondrous scent wafts down that stairs as I opened the door to the basement—something was cooking, and it put just a little bit of energy into my step. I opened the door from the basement just in time to see my wife bending over in a short dress and putting something into the oven.

She’s been waiting, it was clear, for me to get home so she could give me that glorious view. The dress rode up just above her ass cheeks—high enough that I could tell she was wearing nothing underneath. Combine that with the five-inch heels she was wearing and the pearl necklace around her neck, and she was the perfect picture of sexy domestic bliss.

“Welcome home,” she said, stepping towards me and placing a hand on my crotch. “That’s got about two hours to cook,” her voice was soft and breathy, and with her heels on she didn’t need to stand on tip-toe to whisper into my ear and nibble at the lobe. Her hand rubs me through my jeans, and she grips me through the denim, starting to lead me toward the steps.

The exhaustion vanishes, and she casts a sly smile over her shoulder as she leads me towards our bed. “Thought you just wanted to pass out,” she says in that same breathy voice. I smile in reply and run my hand up her back as we climb the steps to our bedroom. She opens the door and she spins around, pulling me into a kiss as her hands fumble with my belt.

Moments later my pants are down, and she follows, dropping into a squat made easy by the tall heels she’s wearing. The jeans around my ankles are quickly followed by my underpants, giving her an eye-level view of my already achingly hard shaft. She wraps a hand around the base and swallows the rest of it- as much as she can at any rate- getting her lips almost to her fingers before she gags. Her eyes flutter open, and the perfect blue orbs gaze up at me adoringly. For my part, all I can do is gasp as she bobs her head up and down in slow, luxurious motions.

It’s been a while—a whole five days of traveling for me, with her being on night shift the week before—and so it doesn’t take long before I worry I’m ready to burst. But I don’t want the fun to end yet. With regret, I pry her lips off my cock and reach down to grab her hand, pulling her to her feet before pushing her down onto the bed.
Her short dress rides up, and I know an invitation when I see one. I slip to my knees and bury my face between her thighs. That’s when I noticed the slight glint coming from underneath, and my fingers confirm that at some point before I got home, she’d slipped her jeweled butt plug in. (One of the ones so popular in the gonewild picture subreddit)

I press on the fake jewel as my tongue brushes across her clit, before working my fingers beneath the flare of the plug and pulling ever so gently. Not enough to make it pop out, of course, but enough for her to feel the pressure against her tight backdoor. I run my tongue along her dripping slit, and she gasps.

“All this for me?” I ask, but before she can reply I take her clit between my lips once and run my tongue in a slow circle. Any response she might have had is lost in a gasp, and she arches her back while my chin is soaked with her juices. Her breathing gets faster. Faster. She starts giving little panting moans… And then I stop. I take my lips from her clit and release the plug to sink full back into her ass.

All she can do is whimper a single word. “Please?”

“Not yet,” I reply and gently tease her labia with my tongue before turning my face to kiss the inside of her thigh. I leave a trail of kisses up, up, nearing her clit… And then passing it over to kiss my way back down her other leg.
Her hips are trembling now, and she manages again to say that single word. “Please?”

“Patience,” my voice now comes as a throaty growl, but I’m barely controlling myself as it is. The knowledge that she was cooking dinner with that plug in. That she’d been waiting for me was almost too much. My lips seal around her clit again, and I apply gentle suction. She groans, arching her back once again, so I suck a little harder.

“Please, sir?” her voice is tinged with desperation now, and I can tell how hard two syllables is for her. I break the seal of my lips to look up at her.

“You may cum,” I say, and return my attention to her clit. She shrieks, back arching, and now my chin is drenched and there’s a damp spot beneath her hips on the bedspread. As she moans, and starts to catch her breath, I stand up. My cock is harder than before, if that’s even possible, and without hesitating I slide myself inside her, lifting her hips to get the perfect angle.

Her eyes snap open and she cries out in pleasure, a hand reaching up to grab my neck and pull me into a kiss. Her tongue darts into my mouth, and I pull my hips back, only to slam them forward again. She wraps her legs around me, moaning into the kiss as I start to fuck her.

Her hands release me, and she breaks the kiss. She scrabbles for something hidden beneath a pillow. She pulls her favorite vibrator out and, after holding the on button for the required five seconds (a travel safety feature, you see), slides it between our bodies to press against her clit. She cries out, and then my hand finds her throat. Not hard enough to cut off the airflow, but enough to remind her who is in charge.

Big blue eyes, striking in her flushed face, stare up at me. “Please sir,” she pants. “Can I use my toy?” I’m still sliding in and out of her, and she still has the vibrator pressed against her clit. I can feel her legs trembling, wrapped tight around me.

I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Of course. Slut.” She shivers at that name, and my next thrust sends her over the edge into a screaming orgasm that makes her clap her free hand over her mouth lest the neighbors hear he cries.

Again I can feel my orgasm building, mounting, and I slow as she continues to writhe on the bed, legs pressing tight around me. She slows as well, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and she meets me eyes. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” She asks with a giggle. She’s recovered some of her sense now, and with a groan I pull myself from inside her before leaning forward and taking her earlobe between my teeth.

I nibble at it for a moment before whispering. “I want your ass, now.” I can feel her shiver at the request, but she giggles again and rolls over beneath me.

“Yes, sir.” I press myself up to let her finish turning over, and I watch with fascination as she jiggles that plugged butt at me.

“First,” I say as she crawls a bit away from me to let me onto the bed “We get rid of this…” I again grab the plug and pull, gently, and she lets out a soft gasp as it slides free. She’s thoughtfully left the lube on the bedside table, and so I grab it and slather my already slick and dripping cock with a generous amount of it.

This whole time she’s got her toy beneath her, pressed against her clit, and she’s whimpering and shuddering while I lube myself up. I climb on top of her and press the head of my shaft against the tight backdoor. With a groan I push forward, and he lets out what I call her anal ‘OH’. A sharp “OH!” of surprise, followed by a low groan of pleasure. As though she’s shocked at how good it feels.

I slide in a few inches, then pull back out… Then slide in a little further. Stretching her ass, getting it used to this new and thicker intrusion. Inch by inch I work inside her, until my stomach is pressed against her ass. There’s been no sharp, pained intakes of breath from her, only a serious of long, luxurious groans.

“Fuck me,” she pants, and then she arches her hips to slide the vibrator the rest of the way underneath her so that its tip rests beneath my balls. I gasp, and pull back. I’m already close to bursting, and as I thrust forward I feel myself go over the edge. There’s nothing more to do now than last for as many strokes as possible while she cries out in pleasure beneath me.

Her body shudders in another orgasm, and then yet another following close on the heels of that one, while I erupt inside her. Nearly a week of pent up need, unloading inside her ass. Claiming her ass like this for the first time—the last few times we’d done anal she’d gotten too sore before I could cum.

Finally my orgasm subsides, and I pull out of her, earning one last gasp from her as her ass closes up. I flop onto the bed beside her and give her a long, passionate kiss while my hand drifts to the small of her back, rubbing it gently. I break the kiss. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I needed that…” My breath catches for a moment and I add “I love you.”

She smiles back at me, “I love you too, and so did I, welcome home…” She kisses me again and we just lay there together, catching our breath and letting our heart-rates return to normal.

Hope y’all enjoyed this! (I certainly had fun writing it!)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8rd4bp/welcome_home_from_my_wife_mf