"Allie, I'm home!" Sam shut the door loudly behind him and put his briefcase on the floor beside him. He pulled his suit jacket off his body and draped it across the armchair, before making his way to the living room where he thought his wife was.

"Over here!" Allie's voice came from the opposite direction that Sam was expecting, and her voice sounded strange. Her voice seemed to ring like music through the house. Sam wrinkled his forehead in confusion. He could easily pinpoint where she was, having lived in this house with her for six years. Allie was in the bedroom. A faint shiver of excitement ran through him as her intentions became clear. He smiled and walked quickly towards their room.

Allie sat on the edge of the soft bed, her heart beating fast. Was this okay? They had been together a few years, but she'd never been the one to initiate this before. He would be here any second, too late to turn back now. She wouldn't have time to get changed anyway, and as soon as he saw her he would know exactly what his wife was planning. What she wore was by no means scandalous, but she still felt exposed. It was a soft pink tube top that showed much more cleavage than she was used to. Maybe her shorts were too short. "That's ridiculous" Allie chastised herself. They were called shorts for a reason after all.

Sam opened the door slowly, and she wondered what that meant. As soon as she saw his face however, all her doubts vanished like dew on a hot day. He looked at her with eyes full of love, and a face full of wonder. His lips quickly mouthed something she didn't quite catch, but she thought it was 'wow'. Allie stood up, exposing herself more. Her handsome husband didn't hesitate as he walked over to her and ran his hand down her face.

"This is new" He murmured.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I do." Sam smiled.

He suddenly pressed his warm lips to hers and held her around her waist, pulling her closer. She happily returned the gesture, putting one hand behind his head and the other on the small of his back. Sam's lips moved over hers, and his tongue probed at her lips, begging for entrance. She obliged, and as soon as his mouth opened, she shot her tongue into it. Their tongues wrestled for a while, until an involuntary moan came from Sam's throat. Allie took that as a cue and gently pushed him onto the bed.s

They lay on their sides, their arms around each other. Allie noted how their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, as if they were meant to be that way. Sam's mouth travelled from her lips to her throat, kissing lower and lower. She pushed his chest back. He looked at her, clearly confused. She just smiled and turned around, revealing the zipper down the tube top. Allie couldn't see her husband's face, but she hoped he understood now. He unzipped the top and let it fall to the ground.

Allie turned around and returned the favor, swiftly taking his white t-shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest. She had always admired how in shape his was, and how well it reflected on his physique. She placed her hand around where his ribcage was and let it fall gently down... Down... Down...

She was pleased to see that he was already hard through his jeans. To be completely honest, she was very aroused as well. Her hand was just resting there, teasing him. She was surprised when he decided to tease her too. He had been staring as her chest, where her long red hair obscured her breasts. His hands shot out and he held them, squeezing slightly. He smirked a little as she giggled. Allie knew that Sam enjoyed this part more than she did, but she didn't care. It did feel pretty good anyway. She lived that he didn't care that her chest was a little small, or that freckles spread across them like stars. He seems impressed by them anyway.

It wasn't long after that the ache in her nethers were getting unbearable, and she imagined he was worse. She leaned forward and kissed him passionately, before ripping the button off his jeans. Oops. She knew she shouldn't have don't that, but she was too turned on to care. They were sitting on the bed together, but he lay down so she could pull his jeans off. As soon as she saw his boxers and the big tent there, she shivered in anticipation.

She realized that neither of them had said anything for the longest time. They didn't need to, they knew each other better then they knew themselves. She let go of him and began to shimmy out of her shorts, and then out of her thong. She hoped he noticed the wet patch on them before she did. He pulled his boxers off, and his erection sprang up as he sat pretty much jumped forward and placed herself between his legs. Her clit was throbbing.

Allie traced her finger up his cock, and Sam sucked in a breath. She lowered her head and began to suck or the tip. Allie swirled her long tongue around the rim, getting it nice and wet.

"More." Sam said quietly.

Allie gave a faint nod, happy for the guidance. She took a little more into her mouth. It was thick. It stretched her mouth a little more than was comfortable, but the was he was groaning and urging her on made it all worth it. She bobbed her head up and down, moving her tongue along the sides the best she could as well. She had only taken about half of the cock, but luckily Sam didn't seem to care. She figured out that she could give him a little handjob along the bottom with one hand, and use the other to fondle his balls. He seemed to like that. His encouragements had gotten louder.

After a minute, Allie released his dick with an audible pop. She didn't want him to come yet, she hadn't been even a little satisfied yet. Sam looked at her with a frenzied look in his eyes, asking silently if it was time. She nodded and lay down on her back, exposing herself entirely. Sam wasted no time as he directed his dick towards her vagina, and a little bead of precum leaked out. As soon as he enters, she gave a loud moan. At last. It hurt a little, he was a pretty big size, but feeling him stretch her made it better somehow.

Sam started out slow, going in half an inch every second, and Allie was grateful. It had been a while since they had done this, and she had forgotten how intense it was. Just as soon as she thought there couldn't possibly be any more room in her, she felt overwhelmingly full, he stopped. Sam started to pull back, and Allie had a brief moment of fear. Why was he stopping? She was almost there! He rammed his cock into her with a force that made her head rattle and spots to flood her vision. She was beyond the pain, all she could feel now was pleasure. Her lover began to pump in and out of her, and every stroke felt like a mini orgasm. It felt like someone was filling a bucket, and it was going to overflow. She was the bucket, and he was the water. When it overflowed, she would cum.

"Allie! I'm going to cum!" Sam screamed in pleasure. Those words sent Allie over the edge. Allie came. Hard. She thrashed and flailed as strong waves of pleasure ran over her. She couldn't do anything but gasp over and over. Sam pulled out and came sticky white ropes onto her stomach right as she finished.

When it was done, they both lay there, panting as they got over their orgasms. They smiled at each other, and they both knew what the other was thinking. They also knew that they were thinking the same thing.

I love you.

~The end~