Domestic bliss

I took a little peek into the oven, checking the pizza was cooking okay. The cheese looked perfect, as the little pepperoni slices seemed to shine under the heat. A smug look took to my lips as pride filled my heart; I’d made this pizza all myself, and I was very satisfied with my work.

Glancing at the clock, I made my way out of the kitchen to the hallway, anxiously waiting. He’d be home soon, and I couldn’t wait. Standing on my tip toes so I could see out the peephole, I was rewarded with the sight of him coming up the drive; Perfect, muscular body filling out his suit nicely, Trent cut a dashing figure as he came back from the days work.

“Hi Honey!”

I exclaimed, opening the door wide as his face lit up seeing me.

“Oh, talk about a sight for sore eyes. It’s been such a long day…”

He dropped his briefcase and closed the distance, pulling me into a warm embrace as he filled my mouth with his tongue. I moaned a little in surprised pleasure, before closing my eyes and losing myself in the kiss, the hot press of our bodies and my breasts on his chest feeling so comfortable and indulgent.

“…But all my troubles disappear when I get to see my beautiful wife.”

He said, breaking the kiss, the tiredness making his voice seem even deeper and working a little more horniness into me.

“Come in, come in!”

I took his hand, pulling him easily through the threshold of our home as we walked deeper inside, before spinning him around so we were firmly in each other’s personal space.

“Would you like dinner? Or your bath? Or maybe… me?”

I fluttered my eyelashes as our warm breath mingled in the little air between us.

He almost blushed as he laughed a little, looking away for a moment, causing me to bump him on the arm, playfully embarrassed;

“Stop laughing at me!”

“No, sorry, it’s just… you’re way too cute darling.”

Now it was my turn to blush, clasping my hands together over my chest and sliding my finger over the diamond in my wedding ring, a little habit for when I was nervous. I was so embarrassed, even though we were married, hearing him say stuff like that was too much for me sometimes…

“Dummy… well, come with me anyway. There’s something to want to show you.”

I lead him into the kitchen, the delicious smell of my homemade pizza filling the air as I opened up the over and freed it from the heat, perfectly cooked.

“Oh wow, it smells amazing!”

I puffed up with pride at his little compliment as I sliced it apart, steam rising gently.

“I’ll have you know I made it all myself! I found a great recipe by an old chef from Brooklyn, so hopefully it’s like a real taste of New York city.”

I smiled as I offered him a piece, which he simply ate from my hands instead of taking off me.

“Hey..!!”

I exclaimed, as he give a cheeky grin whilst he enjoyed the flavor of the pizza.

“Mhhmmm, babe, I think you’ve really struck on something special here,”

He grabbed a stray string of cheese from the edge of his mouth and pushed it back in, eyes sparkling as he enjoyed the flavor.

Was it really that good…?

I lifted a piece and slid it into my own mouth, the rich taste filling it immediately. My own eyes went wide, as surprise and happiness filled my heart at just how nicely the pizza had come out.

“Mmmm!”

“I told you you’d made something special.”

Trent laughed, amused by how much enjoyment my own cooking had brought me, before taking another slice.

“Maybe I have some kind of talent for cooking.”

I mused out loud, as I ate my second slice too.

“Not just cooking. You’re a full-time doctor, you’ve traveled the world, AND you won the annual beauty contest back in college too. You’re the best combination of brains and beauty, and the most wonderful woman I could have married.”

My face was rose red as I blushed from his praise as he approached me.

“Stooop!”

I moaned, the embarrassment getting to be too much for me.

“I could only do all those things because you were by my side, really I don’t know what I’d do without yo-.”

He interrupted with a kiss, wandering hands sliding up my jumper and under my bra to fondle my breasts as his fingers ran over their supple shape. His body pressed against mine on the kitchen island, his dick rising to attention through his suit trousers, pressing against me and making my knees go weak as I imagined the sensation of it in my pussy.

Breaking the kiss, I could almost feel the vibration from his deep voice in my ear as he said;

“Why don’t we have that bath now… together?”

I gasped a little, pussy growing slick at the thought of what we were going to do.

“That sounds nice…”

Breathlessly, I lead him to the bathroom, large elegant marble and tile filling the room, while big frosted windows let in the warm evening sunlight. I let the water run as I took off my jumper, the sound of his clothes being thrown off him behind me thrilling me deep down, before I felt him come up behind me and start kissing my neck.

I brushed my dark hair to the side, giving him easy access as he kissed up and down, leaning against his strong back as his hand began roving all around my body. With my free arm I reached back and pulled him against me, feeling his hungry dick poking against my ass.

All at once, he stopped and walked around, easing himself into the bathtub with practiced grace as his eyes wandered around my body, over my ample bosom and down my tight stomach, to my flared hips and enticing thighs.

Once he was submerged in the tub, he beckoned for me to join him, his penis rising up out of the water like a leviathan of old. I followed, play acting bashfulness while deep down my body craved to be joined with his, the warm waters relaxing my muscles as they moved beyond my calf and up. Feeling that same warm water covering my sensitive vagina was one of the strangest sensations, and even after all this time it always surprised me how intense it felt.

I slid through the liquid on my knees to him, his legs parting as my small hands found his shaft, expression betraying my lust as I guided the head to my entrance. He kept a smug smile that I was too busy to notice, before I sat fully on his meat, impaling myself as my walls spread and submerged beneath the water.

“Ahhhhnnnn~!”

I moaned out as my brow furrowed, the powerful pleasure sparking up in my head and legs as it seemed fire moved through my whole body. He smirked as he took the initiative, starting to move and work his dick in and out of me even while I was on top, the rushes of female pleasure burning through my whole body with each motion.

I pushed my hands to his wet chest and shoulders to steady myself as I joined his motion, bath water moving with us like our own tide, our rough motions beneath its waves causing water to fly out either side as we moved to and fro.

“Uhhmmmnnn, yes! Fuck me harder!”

I commanded, our romance giving way to lust as he happily complied, squeezing my tits as he burrowed inside and out of me. His dick was always so powerful… I felt almost like whiting out with pleasure every time it came in and out of me. I was so grateful he was my husband, I was so lucky to have found one who was such a great guy, while being even better at sex…

My train of thought was lost as he got even rougher with me, grunting while he rushed against my hot, tight, slimy insides, all of it underwater too. It felt so sensual being fucked rough like this while my sensitive female flesh soaked in the warm gentle water, it was really all we should use the bath for from now on.

“Ahhhggg!”

He grunted,

“Lisa… I’m close!”

I could feel the electricity of my own orgasm humming in my toes and the ends of my fingers, all my joints seeming to relax and tighten all the same time whilst that energy built.

“Yes, let’s cum together!”

I squealed, as we came at once. I could feel a liquid even hotter than the water and my own slick pussy juices spurt up into my womb, the heat and gloopy texture of it deep inside me seeming to give its own slap of pleasure as my inner wave broke; a huge female orgasm thundering through me as the walls of my pussy clamped down on his penis and milked it for all it was worth.

Our moans grew softer as our sweat was immediately washed off by the bath water, me slumping down into it to cuddle him, bodies pressed against on another in the now soiled bath water.

I couldn’t help but smile contentedly as we lay in each others arms, Trent reaching for my lower belly and holding it, whispering in my ear;

“Maybe that will be the one?”

“I hope so.”

I looked up at him, our eyes meeting with tenderness and love seeming to radiate between us.

“We’ll need to think of some names though…”

As I started idly dreaming of possible suggestions, I felt a deeper pull from somewhere, my perfect, blissful domestic life being interrupted by a furiously bright light than seemed to pull me towards…