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Iris threw her laptop bag in the corner. Or rather, she wanted to throw her laptop bag in the corner, but then she’d have to explain why her laptop was broken and fill out forms and probably pay for a new one. Instead, she set it down carefully, but with gusto. The situation at work was becoming untenable, but there was currently no prospect of improvement, so they all just had to deal with it.
Her husband, Theo, wasn’t home to greet her. She could really go for a kiss and a hug, and maybe a glass of wine together on the balcony and screw what the neighbors thought if they poured a second. Instead, she kicked her sensible but business appropriate shoes off, sending them flying across the little foyer, and sighed. Theo’s shared location marker had left home about half an hour before she headed out from work, meandering through the plains outside their house.
She hated the commute every day she had to go into the office, but whenever she got home and saw nothing but nature outside. Luckily, she got to work from home a couple of days a week. Theo, the utter bastard, didn’t even have an office.
Iris dragged herself into the living room and had to smile when she saw a glass of wine sitting on the coffee table, along with a tiny one-person charcuterie board under a glass serving dome. Her frustration at him being absent, despite technically having all day to go for a walk, ebbed a little. He had meetings and colleagues that worked certain hours, so it’s not like he had total freedom.
Scrolling through Netflix to watch something dumb before he got home, she put her feet up and took a sip of the wine. She hadn’t even made it through the first page of recommended horror and Halloween movies when Theo slipped into the living room. Sneaky bastard managed to open and close the front door without her even hearing.
“Ah, dangit, I thought I’d be home before you. How was your day?”
She lifted her glass of wine to him and popped a cheese cube into her mouth. “A little better now, thank you. How was your walk?”
“Good. Nice and brisk. That pumpkin patch we spotted is really getting there. Couple more days and we can pick our Jack-o’-lanterns, I think.”
Iris leaned back and pursed her lips for a kiss. Theo bent over and kissed her upside down, lingering just a second longer than a quick peck warranted.
“You making pumpkin pie, then?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm. You’ll have to wait till the weekend, though. They’re not ripe. And the moose might find them still.”
“Bullwinkle can get his own damned pumpkins. Those are mine.”
“Got you something, by the way.”
She heard a rustle and crooked her neck to look. He was holding a big bouquet of fresh-picked wild flowers, splashes of color among beautiful fall toned leaves. They were arranged a little awkwardly, but knowing he’d gathered them himself, just for her, made it perfect.
“I wanted to get them in some water before you got home, but I lost track of time trying to find some blue flowers for contrast, and I forgot traffic would be light.”
“They’re gorgeous, baby, thank you!” She put her glass down and made her way around the couch, kissing him properly. “Let me clean them up and put the–“
“Nope, you sit and pick something to watch. I already cut the stems as I picked them. I just need to plop them into a vase.”
An hour later, Iris had a good buzz going after a second glass of wine and was lying on her back on the couch, feet in Theo’s lap. He was rubbing them idly as the end theme for the show they were half-watching played.
“I’m gonna pop in some freezer pizzas,” Iris said.
“You sure? I can cook. I’ve been home all day.”
She shook her head. “I want you here. Pepperoni or Supreme?”
“Supreme.”
Iris puttered around the kitchen, preheating the oven and popping in the pizzas. She kept thinking of how much her day had turned around after coming home. She’d been so tired and on edge, but now she was content and felt loved in a way she’d definitely needed today.
“Another episode?” Theo asked as she walked back into the living room.
She shook her head and climbed into his lap, straddling him and kissing him. “No, no more TV. I love you.”
He kissed her back, lingering close. “I love you too, Izz.”
She leaned her head against his, breathing his air. His breath smelled of cheese and wine, as she imagined hers did. “We’ve got eighteen minutes.”
“Oh?”
Iris felt her need for him build with every second. “Mm-hmm.”
Breaking away from him, she kneeled on the floor between his feet. She undid the button of his PJ pants and fished inside for his cock. She resisted the urge to fiddle with his foreskin. The other guys she’d been with had all been circumcised, and there the flap of skin screamed “fidget toy” to her, especially flaccid as it was. She cupped his balls, feeling the skin retract and relax under her fingers as she manipulated them gently.
Iris loved watching him get hard. It lengthened and grew thicker, very smoothly, then it twitched, staying more erect with every heartbeat. The foreskin retracted too, sitting like a little turtleneck behind the head.
“Mmm, you like it when I play with your balls?”
“Mm-hmm,” Theo said.
Iris leaned forward, kissing next to the base of his shaft. His pubic hair tickled her nose as she moved closer, then kissed the side of the shaft. He twitched, his cock pulling away involuntarily. She let her hair fall forward, half obscuring what she was doing, and letting it brush over his cock.
She savored the moment before the blowjob started in earnest, just playing with it and building anticipation for the main event. She loved getting him rock hard, twitching and dripping pre-cum before she ever even touched the head. There needed to be a balance today though, or the pizza would be ruined.
“If I suck you off now, can you fuck me when we go to bed?” Iris purred, giving him her best bedroom eyes.
His cock twitched out from between her lips again, giving her the answer before he even spoke.
“Definitely.” He brushed her hair back out of her face.
“Mmm.” Iris licked along the side of his shaft, still refusing to use her hands on his cock, and stopping just shy of the head. “Is it going to drive you wild all night, knowing?”
“Oh fuck, yes.”
“I’m going to be soaked when it’s time to go to bed.”
He moaned softly.
Talking dirty while sucking cock was hard, but she’d had enough practice. Iris kissed and licked along the shaft, then breathed on the head as she spoke. “It’s going to be so fucking hard to focus on what we’re watching, thinking of how you’ll be pounding me into the mattress in a few hours.”
“Oh fuck, Izzy.”
“But you’re not going to be allowed to touch me until we’re in the bedroom.” She moaned as she held eye contact. “Fuck, it’s going to be so hot.”
With that, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. His pre-cum was sweet on her tongue, sending little electric shocks through her. Fuck, she loved sucking his cock. His eyes rolled back as her tongue swirled along the bottom of the shaft, then twisted around the head. She let him feel her teeth, something none of her other partners had ever liked, but he loved.
“Oh god, Izzy, that feels so fucking good.”
“Mmm,” Iris replied. With her mouth full, it was his turn to keep the dirty talk going, and he knew it. She let him paint the picture as she worked his shaft up and down.
During and after dinner, they’d watch more TV together, lounging about. He’d massage her legs, but stop midway up her thighs. When she’d put her head in his lap, he’d be straining at his PJs, but she’d ignore him twitching, and he’d ignore her gentle teasing, just stroking her hair like he always did.
Iris sped up, bobbing up and down, already feeling the anticipation build.
Finally, when the show they were watching reached a decent stopping point, they’d go brush their teeth together. They always did, even if one of them stayed up later. She’d be unable to stand still, her underwear soaked through and her thighs glistening, but still he’d not make his move. He’d undress in the bathroom, claiming his PJs needed to go in the wash anyway. His cock would be rock hard, bobbing and leaking pre-cum onto the bathroom floor. ‘Do you need to toss anything in the laundry?’ he’d ask, mock-innocently.
Iris desperately wanted to touch herself, but that would ruin some of the anticipation she so desperately needed to build for later. Instead, she switched techniques, sucking more than bobbing, swirling her tongue around the head.
She’d hand him her panties, dripping wet and practically ruined, and he’d take them without comment, just tossing them on top of the pile along with his clothing. She’d still be wearing her nightgown, short and clinging despite the cold nights. He’d follow her across the hall, into the bedroom, where still he wouldn’t make a move until Iris reached across the bed to straighten a pillow. With her ass on full display, he’d grab her by the hips and bury himself inside of her in one stroke.
Iris could feel it going in right then, kneeling in the living room. She moaned along with Theo. His cock was so fucking hard, she knew he was close.
He’d fuck her against the bed, then lift her up onto the mattress. Despite all the anticipation, his stamina would be legendary, the blowjob she was giving him right now letting him take his time. He’d take her doggy style, then fall with her as she came hard, cock still inside as his weight pressed her into the mattress from behind. The angle would be just right as he pounded her, and she’d cum again, screaming his name into the mattress.
He was close. Iris could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. She let him guide her pace with a gentle touch on the side of her head, desperate for his climax.
Iris would then push him off and ride him, rocking her hips back and forth, his cock deep inside and his thumb on her clit, until she came again. They’d shift again, knowing his climax was close. It would be a big one, with hours and hours of buildup, and she wanted him on top, her legs wrapped around him. When his cock would grow harder inside, she’d know. She’d whisper his name over and over and just at the right moment, her own held-back orgasm threatening to overwhelm her, she’d whisper ‘Cum for me’ and his release would fill her.
The first shot of cum hit the back of her throat with surprising force. Iris moaned, feeling his pleasure course through him. She loved the taste of him. Not the slightly bitter and coppery one, but the taste that told her she’d done a good job, that she’d made him feel so good.
“Iris, fuck, yes, Iris, Iris, oh god,” Theo moaned, his cock twitching one final time.
She swallowed every drop, her own favorite appetizer, then sat upright to pull him into a kiss. They took their time, knowing it would just add to both their anticipation for later.
Iris saw the look of satisfaction in his eyes when they broke apart. It would turn back into hunger and need as the night went on, the idea already driving her wild. She herself burned with the need for him to take her, to sweep the coffee table clean and take her as the pizza burned.
“I love you,” Iris said, right as the timer in the kitchen went off.
“I love you too, so much.”
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