How she warmed up to the phrase "I'm yours."

I had been sitting in my desk chair for just over two hours when I glanced at the clock on the bottom right corner of the computer. I then blinked at it, as if daring it to move any slower.

It was just past 8:00 on that very quiet, very appreciated Friday evening. I had been off work at a new job, having just gotten the first week under my belt. Let me tell you, if you sit on your ass for two weeks after getting fired from one job and try to jump right back into something that's out of your skill-set, you may have a very bad time. I know I am, but alas that's life.

So there I sat, having enjoyed not doing anything as I waited for my wife to get off of work. The house was quiet, and only a lamp in the bedroom and a soft light coming from the living room lamp was on. I had spent the last little while working on what I think I thought, personally, was the start of screenplay that was centered around a cowboy who was turned into a vampire, and just kind of rolled with it.

Now I reached up a hand to rub my face, feeling the thick beard I'd had for so many years now. It was just starting to get a few white hairs in it. Not silver mind you, my red, brown, black, and brown beard doesn't really do "silver."

I left my hand on my face as I heard a click sound. The front door had unlocked, and I glanced at the clock on my computer again. My wife had worked late yet again, and I smiled at my desktop.

"Hiiii," my wife calls from the front door.

In response I turned in my desk chair, leaning to the left, my old chair creaking its worn out leather as I looked down the hallway.

"Hi baby," I said as I got up.

I groaned, my left leg protesting any kind of movement. I was bad after being broken around two years ago, and not being right ever since.

From my chair I trailed into the hallway, sighing. I was well rested and now happy to have my significant other home. You stay married to someone for almost a year and you end up getting very attached to them.

From the hallway I walked into and through the living room, glancing at the two couches we had sitting against the wall. From the living room I passed the two racks that held the dry food we had, and leaned on what I assumed was my favorite spot in the kitchen, which was in the doorway.

My wife was in the fridge, fishing out lefovers to eat for dinner. She wore a pair of grey slacks that fell around her feet like bellbottoms, helping to shape her ass. I looked her over as she stood up, and as she came out of the fridge and looked at me, I smiled at her.

She made a face at me instead, a look of disgust. I only smiled wider at her, having long since accepted the "I love you, but I will bully you" mentality she had with us.

Taking out two cobs of corn she also brought out from the fridge a stick of butter, setting the corn down on the counter. I watched as she started to fix herself dinner, and casually asked,

"How was work?"

A risky question, any good husband knows this. Work might have been great, it might having sucked ass, or it might have been "Just ok."

"It was ok," she says.

"Ah," I nodded, reaching up to scratch my head, "well no news is good news right?"

"Mmhmm," she says to the corn cobs.

The corn cobs in question get two pats of butter each on them, and set gently into the air fryer.

"Ooo you cleaned it good!" she turns to me then, smiling.

I smiled back at her, my checks probably getting a little red. It's the little things in life.

Her corn got heated back up the right way in the air fryer, and we but retired to the bedroom. My computer was still on with my screenplay writing document up, but I checked where I had stopped off as my wife settled into bed to eat.

I closed my document out and turned off my computer then. The TV turned on, and we turned off whatever we had been watching last night. The sixth Harry Potter movie. I stood next to my desk for a second first as the movie resumed, and my wife said,

"Ok Dad."

I turned to look at her, m face sheepish. I tucked my hands into my waistband as I went over to the bed and sat down myself before getting tucked in and comfortable.

Yawning I put one hand up behind my head and under my pillow, then used the other hand to sneak under my wife's shirt and scratch her back.

"Yoy," she mumbled through a mouthful of corn.

I only smiled at her and kept scratching, making sure to get underneath her bra strap where it itched the most. I kept that up while she ate, and then I took her plate to put it away in the sink. I made it to the kitchen in the dark, but snapped on a light before I banged my shin into anything unfortunate.

The bedroom light turned off as I dropped her plate off into the sink, which had been empty until that point. Turning back I reached out and turned off the light, but saw my way back down the hallway thanks to the light from the TV.

Back through the living room and then down the hallway. I pulled off my shirt as I came back into the bedroom, tossing my shirt into my desk chair. I looked at the bed, ready to almost jump back into it, but had to stop myself.

My wife had taken the my absence from the bedroom to take my place in bed, and I scowled at her. The TV behind me switched in colors as the scenes changed, and I walked back to the edge of the bed.

"You stole my spot," I held up my hands.

"It's warm!" my wife protested in her defense.

"Mmm," I scowled at her, walked up to where she lay in bed.

Her head was turned almost hanging off the bed, and I looked down, her chubby cheeks and cute face making my blood run warm. She was as cute and pretty as she had been when we got together and were dating.

I pulled my pants down then, dropping them to my ankles. My penis hung next to her face then, and she moved her head some before it touched her.

"You worked late," I said in a mild tone then.

I reached out to run a thumb over her cheek, and took a step closer. My cock moved across her other cheek, and she opened her mouth, letting me slip myself into her mouth.

I watched her suck for a moment, her head bobbing. I closed my eyes then as the feeling of lightning coursed through my veins. I left my hand on her face, but moved my other hand to her neck, and rubbed her chest before taking a breast in my free hand.

My cock was getting hard already, and she adjusted herself in the bed to keep bobbing her head along my shaft. I moaned then, and leaned forward in bed, taking my hand from her breast to trace her belly. Her body was amazing, her figure full and well-defined.

One of her free hands came to cup my balls then, massaging them gently. I reached in between her legs then, and she spread them, allowing me to trace her wet vagina. I lingered on her clit, rubbing it gently with my fingers.

Now she moaned with my cock in her mouth, sucking with a very pleasing and steady pace. The bedroom was dark save for the TV playing in the background, but now the two of us were tucked into this little intimate moment, not worried about whatever else was happening.

I pulled back then, her mouth coming open in gasp as I left my hand in-between her legs, fondling her pussy. It was wet and I slipped two fingers inside of her, making her moan.

She left her hand on my balls, still fondling them. I moaned as I started to finger her, making her squirm gently under me. I left my hand in it's place as I got on the bed, my wife moving to lay down with her head pressed into all four of the pillows.

I took my hand away from her hot pussy then, pushing my hands into the bed as I leaned down to press my lips against hers. She moaned again as we kissed, and I pressed her legs all the way apart with my own. Some nights it took so little for us to get into the mood.

Now my wife reached down to my cock, taking it in her hand to stroke it. I moved away from her to straighten up, and got closer to her, gripping her thighs with my hands. She pressed her own hand against her vagina, rubbing her clit as she pulled at my cock, silently asking for me to bury myself as deep as I could inside of her.

I obliged her as I pressed my cock into her pussy, the sweet smell diving into my nose as I moaned. Her hand was working over her clit now, her head pushed back into the pillows as one hand gripped my pillow.

Slipping into her I moaned, her folds pressed tight all around my cock, my hands gripped her thighs. They where soft in my hands, and then we were fucking. We'd had sex before, and we had fucked before. This was the latter. I loved my wife, but right now I only wanted her to enjoy this.

"Fuck!" she moaned aloud then, her hand swirling around her clit.

"Yeah baby," I whispered to her.

I leaned down some, but gave her room to keep pleasuring herself. As long as she came, I would cum.

Our motion was easy and steady, and then I felt her legs shake in my hands.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, picking up her head to look at my cock fucking her.

"Yeah?" I asked her a question then.

"OH yeah!" she kept moaning, her hands shaking like her legs.

She shook once then, an entire body motion. I felt her pussy quiver, and seize my cock as she came. Her body kept shaking and I stated to fuck her faster now, letting go of her legs.

I dropped my fists into the bed, and pulled myself closer and down to her, pressing my lips against hers. She moaned against my lips, my thrusts getting deeper, not faster.

I was getting close already. I broke our kiss to lean back up then, and gripped both of her thighs in my hands, squeezing hard.

"Oh who's girl are you?" I moaned my question.

"I'm yours!" she answered me.

"Yeah?"

"Yes sir!" she moaned, her face hidden in the pillows now.

"Fuck!" I moaned then, at my limit, "I'm cuming!"

"Oh yeah, cum in me!" she begged for it.

I was cuming a second later, feeling my seed spill into her wet folds, my cock as deep as I could go.

"Oh who's my girl?" I asked her.

"I am!" she moaned, pulling her face from the pillows.

I was hot in that moment. Both our bodies were sweating, and her legs were quivering in my hands.

Leaving my cock as deep as it could be I kept cumming, my waves of seed filling up her womanhood. I gasped, my hands leaving her thighs to spread across the bed and I rested my forehead on her rising breasts.

My wife moved her hands and threaded them through her hair, running them through my falling-out dirty blonde locks.

"Oh shit," I moaned into her warm skin.

"I love you," my wife said gently.

Picking up my head I looked at her. Her face looked like she'd just come from three planets away, her lips quivering.

"And I love you," I whispered back.

She moved her head up to peck a kiss on my nose, and I let myself giggle. We lay their a moment, letting the moment sink in. It was love, sex, fucking, whatever you call it.

As long as she knew she was mine, she could call it whatever she liked.