Bob stepped out of the shower in their master bathroom. His eyes didn't see anything around him because his mind was too focused on the woman downstairs. She had acted odd ever since he got home, even considering the awkward relationship between them. Those distracted eyes, her offer to make him a sandwich and her suggestion for him to make himself at home. None of that made sense in the context of the last few months of their marriage. A thought went through his mind that maybe it was the box of cupcakes that he'd brought home, and his memory recalled the helpful old man of that small sweet shop. Mr. Eres had wanted to help him with their relationship, but up untill now Bob hadn't taken any of the old man's words seriously.
Not that he was complaining too much. They'd had only one argument since he got back, and that was even considering he'd been late to dinner. That was a streak of amicable conversation they hadn't had for months, and he was all for her making him more sandwiches. A sly smile slipped across his face as he wrapped the towel around himself. Maybe if he brought home a large enough box then they could have an argument and makeup sex. That wouldn't put all the pieces back together, but they had to start somewhere. What better place than in the bedroom?
Bob still had those thoughts floating through his mind when he opened the bathroom door to their bedroom. His jaw dropped open when his eyes fell on the bed and his wife who lay upon the silky covers. Her head was at the foot and she was on her back. The foot of the bed was closest to the door, so she playfully looked at him upside down.
"Are you okay?" Bob asked her. He was having a hard time trying to hide his coming erection.
"Just fine," she purred. Those smooth words lost him the battle against his physically reaction, but he was still emotionally suspicious.
"You look a little different. New clothes?" They looked like the same baggy ones she'd been wearing, but now they hugged her curves.
"Nope." Tiffany flipped over and gave him a Cheshire grin while one of her fingers pointed at his waist. "You going to take off that towel to change or do I have to wait all night?"
"Oh, um, I'm not so sure that's a good idea." Bob wasn't sure what she'd do if he did drop the towel, but the hungry look in her eyes told him it would involve claws and her crying his name. Then again, that didn't sound too bad.
"Oh come on, it's a perfect idea." There was a hint of their old arguments in her tone, but the meanness was blunted by her heavily-lidded eyes. She languidly rolled herself over and Bob saw her breasts sway beneath her heavy shirt. In order to do that they couldn't be in a bra. The thought of her being even slightly unclothed really got his erection going. "Now don't be shy," she cooed, and batted her long eyelashes at him. "I'm your wife, remember?"
"I'm starting to," he murmured.
Bob moved over to the closet which stood on the side of the bed farthest from the bathroom. That meant his back was to her while he browsed for his pajamas, and before he knew she was behind him her hands had snaked around his waist. He stiffened when her small hands splayed out and rubbed his bare chest.
"Don't you want to have a little fun with me?" she whispered into his ear. His eyes shot open when he felt her teeth bite at his earlobe.
"Y-yeah, but this is, well, just sudden," he squeaked out. She pressed her body against his back and he felt her breasts bulge against him. They were definitely larger than he remembered, but then again it had been a while since their last foray into sexual pleasure.
"Just as long as we take it nice and slow it should be fine," Tiffany cooed. Bob turned around and the towel was yanked from his hands. It fell to the floor, and Tiffany rubbed up against his well-muscled chest. "See, isn't that better?"
Bob wasn't up for any more talk. Instead he bent down and captured her lips in an exhilarating kiss. When they broke apart they were both breathing hard and Tiffany's face was flushed. She opened her mouth to speak, but he literally swept her off her feet and into his arms. Bob carried her over to the bed and set her down on the bed. In a moment he was on top of her and planting kisses down her neck. She gasped and wrapped her fingers in his hair. He was not pleased when he came to her shirt, and he lifted himself up on his elbows to look into her dazzling eyes.
"Clothes. Off. Now," he demanded.
Tiffany obeyed the command and pulled her shirt up over her head. She tossed it aside and glimpsed his face. His eyes were firmly on her pert, swollen breasts. Then he reached up and cupped one of the large mounds in his hand. They were so sensitive that Tiffany's breath quickened and she fidgeted beneath him. A wave of pleasure crashed over her body, and she cried out when he dipped his head and captured her nipple in his mouth. She grasped his head and groaned while he suckled on her hard tip.
Her legs, still trapped in the sweatpants and panties, squirmed beneath him. She wanted to feel his flesh against her own, so she grabbed the waistband and pulled the pants and panties down as far as she could reach. Bob got the hint and grabbed the pants himself. He grudgingly left her breast and pulled them off. That left him with a view of her completely naked beneath him. His eyes slid up her smooth legs and stopped at her tight, firm hips.
She shifted atop the covers, eager and impatient for him to touch her. One of her legs lifted up and stroked his hip, and he marveled at the flexibility. He dove back down atop her breasts and covered her body with his own. She ground her hips against him to try to dispel some of the aching need between her thighs, but that only inflamed his own. He grunted and pulled himself up higher so his stiff, thick manhood brushed against her wet opening.
Their lips locked in another passionate kiss as he pushed himself into her tight, hot core. Her walls grasped him and held so tight he nearly came right then and there. He willed himself to relax, and then pulled out and pushed back in. It was a long, achingly slow stroke, and it struck every sensitive nerve in her heated center. She pulled away her lips and let out a shuddering gasp. The sound gave him encouragement and he repeated the stroking, this time with more thrust. She groaned and wrapped her legs up and around his lower back.
The angle let him push deeper into her and they both moaned at the feel of one another pressing against them. He easily slid in and out, and she matched his rhythm push for push. Their thighs slapped against one another as the tempo increased. Hands slid over sweat-soaked skin and she moaned her pleasure. He grunted and pushed, penetrating those soft, hot folds. They massaged the full length of his manhood, and all he wanted to do was stay inside of her forever. Forget the cupcakes, this was heaven for him.
Soon his speed was too fast for her to keep up, so Tiffany grabbed his shoulders and clutched herself against his slick body. Her back arched and she panted for breath. A delicious twinge of pleasure rose up between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her, and pushed fast, hard and deep into her warm core. Each push rubbed against her nub, and the wave after wave of sensual titillation nearly drove her mad. She leaned up and flicked her tongue against his ear. He groaned his approval and his pleasure sent a thrill down her spine.
"Faster," she hoarsely whispered into his ear. "Oh please god, faster."
His eyes shot wide open and he grunted in reply. Her partner was more than glad to agree to her plea and the stirrings between her legs increased tenfold. She writhed and squirmed beneath his grasp, and he finally pinned her tightly to the bed. Then she felt it, the wave of pleasure washing over her. Her eyes opened and she let out her cries.
"Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes!"
Her tight walls clasped onto him and pulled him in with her. Every muscle in his body tightened. Once, twice, and then he spilled himself into her warm depths. Then he collapsed on top of her and for some minutes the only noise in the room was their loud breathing. Tiffany finally had to peek over his heavy shoulder and tap him on the shoulder.
"You're kind of squishing me," she squeaked out.
"Oh, sorry," Bob sheepishly replied. He rolled off of her, but that didn't mean she let him go. Instead she wrapped he
rself against his side and enjoyed the heat of his body. After he caught his breath, Bob reached up and ran his fingers through her long hair. She purred and snuggled closer.
"That was really good," Tiffany complimented. He nodded his head.
"Yeah. Can't remember a better one," he agreed. His brow furrowed and he glanced down at her. "Speaking of that, do you mind telling me what got you into this mood?" He had a feeling he already knew the answer, but he wanted a second opinion.
"I think it was those delicious chocolates," she sleepily replied. At the memory of them she rubbed herself up against his side. If he wasn't so out of practice he would have gone again, but even now he felt those unused muscles aching. "You should get some more."
"Yeah, wouldn't be a bad idea," he agreed.
Then they slept, each with their arms wrapped around the other. Though past arguments couldn't so easily be forgotten, they both had a feeling this would be the restart of a beautiful relationship.
The next day Mr. Eres looked like he expected Bob when the young man came into the store. The shopkeeper leaned over the counter and smiled at the man's bright face. Bob's step was quicker and he strode over to the counter with a confident air.
"What can I do for you today, sir?" Eres