Time with Wife

Kael said that they should just watch tv, take a rest.

They didn't have to wait long. The front door creaked open, and Sarah and Laura stepped inside, their voices loud and cheerful from the hallway. "We're back!" Laura called, kicking off her shoes by the mat, her arms loaded with pizza boxes. Sarah followed, her hair damp from the spa's steam room, a relaxed grin on her face as she set a bag of drinks on the counter.

"Brought pizza," Sarah said, flipping open the top box—pepperoni, the smell hitting the room fast. "Figured you two wouldn't wanna cook."

"Hell yeah," Kelly said, hopping up to grab plates from the kitchen. Kael followed, pulling out napkins and stacking them on the coffee table as they all piled into the living room. The four of them sat around. Kael and Kelly on one sofa, Sarah and Laura on the other pizza boxes open on the table, grease spotting the cardboard.

Laura popped a bottle of red wine, pouring it into four glasses, the dark liquid glugging out. Kelly grinned wide as her glass filled, her fingers wrapping around the stem. Kael caught her eye, remembering she'd only hit drinking age not long ago, barely legal and already diving into everything headfirst.

They ate straight from the boxes, slices folding in their hands, cheese stretching as they pulled bites apart. Kael grabbed a second piece, sausage this time wiping his mouth with a napkin while Sarah leaned back, sipping her wine, her feet tucked under her. "This beats cooking any day," she said, licking sauce off her thumb. Laura nodded, chewing slow, her glass already half-empty.

When the boxes were mostly empty, crusts scattered on plates, they turned on an old movie, some black-and-white flick about a detective and a dame, all smoky rooms and sharp suits.

Kael stretched his arm along the back of the sofa, his fingers brushing Kelly's shoulder, subtle enough that Sarah and Laura didn't notice. Kelly leaned into him a little, her knee pressing his, her hand resting on her own thigh, casual but close.

The credits rolled after an hour, the detective getting his girl, and Sarah yawned loud, stretching her arms over her head, "John, you ready for bed?" she asked, her voice sleepy but warm.

"Yeah," he said, nodding, standing up slow. He had no clue if Kelly was planning anything tonightx, his mission was all about fucking her as much as possible, and he was game but with Sarah and Laura right there, he couldn't signal her. "Night, Laura. Night, Kelly," he said, keeping it simple, following Sarah up the stairs. Kelly shot him a quick look nothing obvious, just a flicker in her eyes but said nothing, turning back to the TV.

Sarah closed the bedroom door behind them, the click loud in the quiet, and turned to him with a soft smile. "Thanks for the pamper day," she said, stepping closer, her hands resting on his chest. "I'm so relaxed now, on the drive back, I kept thinking about what we could do tonight, just us."

Kael grinned, silently glad he'd last fucked Kelly before lunch, his cock was ready to go, no problem pleasing his wife now. "Why don't you strip down," he said, "and show me how pampered you are."

Sarah stepped back, grabbing the hem of her dress, loose, flowy from the day, and pulled it up over her head in one smooth move. It hit the floor, a puddle of fabric by her feet. She turned her back to him, unhooked her bra quick, letting it drop, then slid her panties down her legs, kicking them aside. Her bare ass faced him, round and smooth, and she paused there for a second before turning slow to show him everything.

Kael's eyes roamed her body, her breasts full and soft, nipples pink, her stomach curving gently down to her pussy. He stopped there, grinning wide when he saw it: her mound was completely shaved, the skin smooth and bare, a fresh change from the usual patch of hair. "Well, damn," he said, stepping closer, "never thought you'd go for that."

Sarah shifted her legs apart a little, spreading them just enough to give him a clear view, her eyes glinting with a quiet invite. "Thought I'd try something new," she said. Kael moved in, his fingers brushing her smooth mound, sliding over the soft skin, then dipping lower to her pussy, already wet, her lips slick under his touch. She sighed soft, her breath catching as he rubbed her entrance slow, feeling her heat.

"Bed?" she said, nodding toward it, her hands resting on his arms. Kael nodded, and she climbed onto the mattress, kneeling on the sheets, her ass up slightly, knees apart.

He knelt in front of her, his hands going back to her pussy, fingers sliding over her shaved mound again, then down to her clit, rubbing slow circles. She moaned low, and he bent down, kissing her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth. Her skin smelled like lavender, faint, sweet from the spa and he breathed it in deep, his tongue swirling around her nipple, then moving to the other, sucking harder.

"Mmm, that's good," Sarah said, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. "But fuck me first, then finish me after, okay?"

"Deal," Kael said, pulling back, his cock already hard in his jeans. He moved behind her, shedding his shirt fast, tossing it to the floor, then unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down with his boxers. His cock sprang out, thick and ready, the tip wet with precum. Sarah stayed on her knees, ass up, pussy open and glistening. He grabbed his cock, lined it up with her entrance, and slid in smooth, her wet heat swallowing him, tight around his shaft. She gasped soft, and he reached around, one hand on her breast, squeezing her nipple, the other rubbing her clit as he started thrusting.

He moved slow at first, pulling out halfway, pushing back in deep, his hips slapping her ass. Sarah moaned again, louder, her hands gripping the sheets. Kael picked up speed, thrusting harder, his fingers pressing her clit, rolling it fast. Her pussy clenched around his cock, hot and slick, and he felt his climax building, balls tightening. "Almost there," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. She rocked her hips back, matching him, and after a few more thrusts, he groaned loud, cumming hard, thick spurts shooting into her pussy, filling her up.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight against him, his cock still inside as he caught his breath. She sighed, leaning back into his chest, her skin warm and sweaty. His erection faded fast, softening until he slipped out, a trickle of cum leaking down her thigh.

"My turn now," Sarah said, her voice low, playful. She shifted, pushing him onto his back on the bed, then climbed over him, straddling his chest. Her pussy hovered above his face, shaved and wet, dripping with their mess.

Kael grabbed her hips, pulling her down, and flicked his tongue over her clit, quick, light licks at first, tasting her and his cum mixed together. She moaned, her hands going to her breasts, squeezing her nipples as he worked. He sucked her clit into his mouth, lips tight around it like it was a nipple, tongue pressing hard. Sarah's thighs tensed, her hips grinding down, and she came fast, gasping loud, pressing her pussy against his face, her juices flooding his mouth as her body shook.

She rolled off him, collapsing onto the bed beside him, pulling the blanket up over them both. Her hand reached up, clicking off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into dark. Kael lay there, listening as her breathing slowed, steady and deep.

She was out cold in minutes, fucked out and happy. His senses stayed sharp, ears perked for any sound from Kelly, but nothing came.