Yvette can tell by the heaviness of his footfalls that work hasn’t been kind to Liam today. Even though tough projects are part of the job description, it doesn’t ease the stress it brings him nor the worry it instills in her, both of them concerned for the other. In Liam’s case, he wants to provide, to give his wife the life she deserves, while for Yvette it’s about giving her husband a loving, nurturing home to return to.
This week seems to have been particularly tough for him, to the point that her usual offerings have gone almost unappreciated. Not that Yvette minds, as she knows that the pressure he’s under is so great that, right now, he can’t express himself in the way he normally would. He can’t be loving and responsive because his mind is on other matters, matters which will impact their lives and ability to live comfortably. This is why tonight, Yvette intends to show Liam just how grateful she is for the hours he puts in; tonight, she’ll show him all of her devotion, for as long and as much as he demands it.
When Liam enters the kitchen, Yvette already has his meal on the table and is waiting for him. Despite his aching body, he offers her a smile as he sits down to enjoy this much needed meal — today he’s worked to the point that his fingers have bled. They hurt like hell, and he has no doubt they’ll hurt even worse tomorrow, but at least he got all the jobs done that he needed to.
The two of them enjoy some light, small talk during their meal, however, for the most part they savour the flavours silently and to themselves. When the both of them are finished, Yvette quickly hurries to clean the pots away, much to Liam’s surprise; his wife is usually diligent, but not to this degree. His brow slightly furrowed, he watches her as she drops the plates into the bubbling sink and begins scrubbing them clean. He’s almost tempted to ask her if something’s wrong, but then he stops himself, worried that it might be something that warrants him sacrificing his night of relaxation. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help if she needs it, just that he also needs some down time just like everyone else, lord knows that he’s earned it.
Placing the last of the cutlery on the dryer, Yvette turns to her husband wearing a gentle smile, her eyes twinkling at him from behind dark lashes. It’s then that he notices how made up she is tonight. She’s wearing more makeup than usual, as well as the dress from their first ever date, the one that had stirred his carnal side as he’d watched her wiggle her hips on the dancefloor. Even now, after ten years together, it still fit her body like a glove. The fine material accentuated every curve of her, her breasts full and firmly held in place by the low cut detailing of the neckline. As Liam admired the view, he couldn’t help but appreciate just how lucky a man he was.
“Is there a special occasion I don’t know about?” Liam couldn’t help but ask, though he made sure that the usual gruffness of his tone was lighter, more playful. Yvette’s smile deepened.
“Not exactly. I just want to show you just how much you mean to me, and how much I appreciate what you’re doing for me, for us.”
“Liam,” She cuts in, flashing an apologetic expression as she does so. “Please just let me do this for you.” Seeing her so determined to take control causes Liam to pause. Then, having mulled over her words in his head, he motions in agreement that he’ll indulge her demands. Her smile now broader than ever, she sashays over to him, her hips moving the way they did all those nights ago. Then, quite suddenly, she drops to her knees.
Knelt upon the floor, her dress fanned out around her, she peers up at him with gleaming brown eyes as her petite hands begin to undo his work trousers. At first he’s taken aback by her actions, it’s been so long since they enjoyed one another that he can’t recall the last time they made love. But then as he watches her, he realises that their intimate absence hasn’t just been felt by him but by her as well. They’ve both been yearning for its return, and it would seem that tonight is to be that night they take it.
Gentle, soft hands take hold of Liam’s member, the contact causing him to groan, his length hardening as he feels her fingers brush soft strokes up and down his shaft. He reaches his hand to her chin, his intention to turn her head upwards so that she can reach up for a kiss, but her free hand politely declines his request. Giving him a last look, she lowers her head further to take the head of his cock inside her tight, warm, awaiting mouth. As the wet hotness of her engulfs him, Liam squirms in his chair with pleasure.
Now that he’s in her mouth, Yvette goes to work taking even, long strokes of his cock with her mouth, the skill she once had having never left her; every time she reaches the tip, she flicks her tongue against the sensitive, engorged head, right before gliding all the way back down his hardness, right to the hilt. He’s filling her mouth, his cock rigid from the blood pumping in his veins, from the sensation of her pleasuring him like this, a stolen moment in time so remnant of their honeymoon period from those first few months together.
Her mouth working up and down, pumping him in a steady motion, she moves her fingers to his balls and begins to lightly massage them. Occasionally, she applies more pressure, the sudden change in tempo causing Liam to writhe and moan as he hitches himself deeper in her mouth. The rhythm set, Yvette keeps on him like this for minutes at a time, Liam’s cock flexing every now and again when she catches a particularly sensitive nerve ending. But while she can sense his elation, his reaction isn’t enough for her — she still feels he can experience greater pleasure.
Yvette moves her hand to the base of his shift and curves around it, her grip light but firm. This time when she pulls back her mouth all the way to the tip, she takes a moment to spit a mixture of his precum and her saliva onto his head, the way she does this sending shivers down his spine. She may be his dutiful wife, but tonight she’s servicing him like a whore, her mouth there to deliver unspeakable pleasures.
Her spit coating his head, she uses her hand to smooth the spittle all over his shaft, making sure that every inch of him is nice and wet. This time when she takes him back inside, she moves her mouth and hand in time to create an enhanced sensation, one that wonderfully mimics how tightly her pussy would take him inside and slide up and down his hardness. Imagining her like that, straddled on his lap, the two of them screwing like animals so that he can come inside her, Liam begins to climax.
Hot, salty liquid pours into Yvette’s mouth and coats her tongue, her taste buds relishing its tang as she greedily guzzles it down. She’s milking him dry, causing him to rock in his seat, his back arched as he pours himself into her. The way she’s drinking him down sends his head spinning, the giddiness so severe that he grips her to hold himself steady.
Once he’s spilled his last drop, Yvetter finally eases her lips away from his cock. But as she does so, she makes sure to take her tongue and lick clean his slit, just in case any fluid still lingers.
Yvette applies her lipstick in the bathroom, her heart beating out of her chest. She’s wearing the dress she met her husband in those long ten years ago. She’s impressed that it still fits her and looks great in the full-length mirror.
Her husband Liam has had a very rough time at work for the past few months, and it’s been particularly hard this week. He’s always tired when he gets home, and he has trouble mustering up the energy to have intimate conversations or make love. She understands, knows how many hours he puts in for her comfort. But tonight, she wants to show her devotion to him in a way they’d left behind in their youth.
When he comes home from work and enters the kitchen, Yvette already has dinner on the table. That’s part one of her master plan. He smiles at her and sits down at the head of the table to enjoy her hard work. She notices that today, he’d worked so hard that his fingers had bled. Her heart aches for him.
She coaxes some small talk out of him as they eat, but they mostly enjoy the flavors in silence. She doesn’t mind, wanting him to have as much energy as possible for the main event. Once they both finish, Yvette jumps up to clean the dishes and pots.
She can feel her husband’s eyes on her as she scrubs the plates. She revels in his gaze, hoping that he’s taking in her curves in this dress, the waves in her hair. She finishes the cutlery, then turns to her husband, a gentle smile on her lips.
She could see the affection in his eyes, the way he was drinking in her every pore. It almost made her blush.
“Is there a special occasion I don’t know about?” Liam asks. He used a light, playful tone, and she grins even wider.
“Not exactly,” she purrs. “I just want to show how just how much you mean to me, and how much I appreciate what you’re doing for me, for us.”
“Liam,” she cuts in, smiling apologetically. “Please just let me do this for you.”
She waits in anticipation. What if he thought she was stupid, or he wasn’t in the mood after working so hard all day? She would be so embarrassed if he turned her down.
But then he motions in agreement, beckoning her body to him. Her smile is larger than life as she sashays over. She makes sure to swing her hips like she did when they met on the dance floor all those years ago.
She takes a deep breath and quickly drops to her knees. The impact is so hard and unexpected that she swears she’ll have bruises, but she doesn’t care. She fans her dress out around her, looking up at her husband as she undoes his work trousers.
Yvette sees the shock in his eyes. She knows this is sudden. She can’t remember the last time they made love, and she has a feeling that he can’t, either. But there’s yearning in his eyes that makes her think he’s been waiting for these moments to come back again, just like she is.
She grabs his member gently, and even the slight contact causes him to groan. Brushing his shaft with soft strokes up and down, she feels his length start to harden. He reaches towards her chin, but she politely waves him away. She has work to do.
She gives him one last look before she lowers her head further to take the head of his cock into her tight, warm, awaiting mouth. Her husband begins to squirm in his chair with pleasure, and she watches as he turns to putty above her.
Yvette takes even, long strokes of his cock in her mouth. She had been worried that she would be rusty, but she had retained this skill from her youth. Every time she reaches the tip, she flicks her tongue against the sensitive, engorged head, right before gliding all the way back down his hardness, right to the hilt.
Her mouth feels so full that she can barely moan around his cock. She pumps in a steady motion, but soon realizes that she can do even more. She moves her fingers down to his balls and begins to lightly massage them. Every once in a while, she applies extra pressure, which makes Liam writhe and moan. He bucks his hips in delight, and she takes him even deeper into her throat.
They’ve fallen into a rhythm now. They go for minutes at a time, and his cock flexes now and then when she catches a particularly sensitive nerve ending. But still, she knows she can do more, help him experience greater pleasure.
Yvette moves her hand to the base of his shaft and curves around it, her grip light but firm. When she pulls her mouth back all the way to the tip, she pauses before spitting a mixture of his precum and her saliva onto his head. She can feel him shiver.
She loves the way his precum feels on her taste buds, her carnal urges screaming for the real thing, for her mouth to be full of his seed. She was surprised by these thoughts she was having, something new awakening in her. She was proud to be a dutiful wife, but maybe they could change things. Maybe she could be his filthy little whore, his little plaything at the same time.
She uses her spit to cover his shaft completely, his whole member warm and wet. When she wraps her lips over his massive cock again, she grabs the base of his shaft and moves her hand in time. She wonders if it feels as warm and tight as her pussy, and thinks maybe she should get his opinion later tonight, if he has the energy, or some other time this week.
Liam is almost ready. She continues the assault on his dick, her breathing ragged, watching him bite his lip and close his eyes.
Hot, salty liquid pours into her mouth and coats her tongue. She wants to touch herself as she guzzles it down, wants to feel its sticky sensation on her breasts or stomach. This has awoken something in her that she cannot shake.
She milks him dry, which causes him to rock back in his seat, his back arched. She gazes up at him as she takes in even more of his cum, rocking back and forth like the slut she used to be before they met.
Once he’s spilled his last drop, she eases her lips away from his cock reluctantly. But before she does, she licks his slit, just in case any fluid still lingers.
He’s utterly spent, but Yvette knows she can barely wait for part two.