Homecoming Heat: A Delayed Return

I had been gone for a long time. One trip for two weeks, came home for a day and left for another two week business trip. While these trips were a blessing, meant business is doing really well for me, I was one lonely husband. It was almost time to return home the second time, we had two days left, but God works in mysterious ways and we finished everything early! I was fortunate enough to be able to work my flights around and arrive home early! I contemplated telling Leah, but I thought a nice surprise after being left alone with 5 kids for a month was in order for her.

As most of my flights do, I came into town late. We landed on time, 10 pm, but by the time I got everything and got home it was around 11 or 11:15. I had been extremely horny without my dear wife and had masturbated a number of times to take the edge off, but all of that vanished as I drove home. I smiled remembering this feeling on our wedding day/night. The extreme longing to be with her, to touch her, to kiss her, to hear her, to see her. I couldn’t get home fast enough, and truth be told, I don’t remember most of the drive home (oops…) I just know I was at the airport and then I was pulling into my driveway.

I entered the dark house quietly, amazingly the dogs didn’t go ballistic and bark like nuts. They ran over and sniffed the heck out of me, but no barking. I took off and put away my jacket and shoes and turned to go down the hallway to my bedroom where my everything was. I saw under the crack of the door a low light was on. My breath caught in my throat and the bulge in my pants became bigger. The idea of her being awake, awake and desperately in need of some loving was very exciting. I opened the door and peered in. Leah was awake alright, awake and masturbating. She was lying in the middle of our bed naked, chest heaving from her raspy breaths. Her left hand was pleasuring her clit and vagina. She had a pattern: rub twice around her pussy lips slide up and rub twice around her engorged clit, slide down, repeat. Her right hand/arm had my pillow clutched over her torso (covering her delicious breasts and tummy, but no matter). We had never really masturbated together, I knew she would do it when I was away sometimes, but Leah doesn’t really care for masturbating, her argument being “but you do it so much better.” I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm, she looked so absolutely sexy and it was all I could do to not pounce her. It was so amazingly erotic to watch my wife pleasure herself, watch her clench my pillow, knowing she was thinking of me. My cock was painfully pressing against my pants and I desperately wanted and needed to get them off, but I was going to finish watching Leah first.

I noticed her pattern had changed, she was now focusing solely on her clit, rubbing harder and faster. I was drinking it all in as her body stiffened and her orgasm overtook her. She shuddered a few times and sank her face into my pillow whispering “James come home.” I saw the tears gathering up in her eyes and I was on that bed in about two seconds pulling her into my lap, “I am home baby, I’m home.” She screamed in shock and surprise, and then smacked me with the pillow for laughing at her.

“James you really scared me, you could have told me you were coming home early.”

“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have gotten a front row seat to the most spectacular show of the year.”

Her pretty little face went through about 6 shades of red from embarrassment, “Oh you saw that.”

“Mhm, and let me tell you baby I liked it, I liked it a lot.” I guided her hand to where my cock was fighting my jeans and began to kiss her neck.

“Mm,” she made a surprised noise, “you really did like it.” She began to rub my cock through my jeans, it hurt so good.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, “Leah you got to take these damn pants off me, before my cock breaks straining against them.”

“Can’t have that now can we?” She straddled me and brought her delicious mouth to mine, our lips and tongues met in joyous reunion. Her hot mouth was welcoming, wanting, and just perfect. I had missed her so much. She undid my pants and worked them off of me, then she removed my boxers. She crawled back to my lap, stroking my engorged member.

“Feel better lover?”

“Yes I panted,” as I started to explore my wife, rediscover her soft curves and swells. Much to my surprise she grabbed my wandering hands and placed them on her tummy, which was still awfully fine with me. I rubbed and stroked and teased her soft belly. She giggled, “Slow down cowboy, you still have too many clothes on.” She removed my shirt, “Much better she purred.”

“May I go back to…” I started to say before she kissed me, hard and needy. Her hands and lips encouraging me to lay down on my back on the bed. She pulled away from my lips and began to nip at my jaw, neck, and ears. Her hands roamed and stroked my chest, arms, shoulders, face, hair, anything she could reach.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking about while I was masturbating?” I racked my brain trying to figure out if she had ever used that word before, much more interested in what she had been thinking about I moved on.

“Yes,” I growled, “What was my lonely, sexy bride thinking about as she pleasured herself?”

“Well I’m not going to tell you,” I made a pouty face, she giggled and kissed my pouted bottom lip, “but I will show you.” My arousal already sky high, rose another level or 6. Leah went back to her work, but now she was at my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. I whimpered, “I want to touch you.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Sassy girl,” I smacked her perfect butt. It took her by surprise and she bit on my shoulder and little hard, but I was so turned on it only added to the experience. My hands set to roaming and touching her. Her lovely breasts, simply hanging there as she kissed my neck, were begging to be touched, squeezed, and felt. Her perfect globes felt heavenly in my hands and I worked her nipples, stroking, squeezing, loving her up. Leah was whimpering and it was easy to tell when something felt extra good as her nibbles would become more of a bite.

She sat up, straddling me around my stomach, slowly humping me there. I could feel her hot juices as she worked against me. I was rubbing and teasing her thighs. She looked so sexy, and all of a sudden I noticed she was on top, AND the lights were on.

“I like the view baby,” one of my hands wormed its way up to her tummy (the place she’s most self conscious about, and subsequently the reason she doesn’t like to be on top with the lights on) give it some loving. She smiled her sexy smile, leaned down for a slow kiss, and then back up.

“I’m glad, because this is what I was fantasizing about as I masturbated.”
I noticed her pattern had changed, she was now focusing solely on her clit, rubbing harder and faster. I was drinking it all in as her body stiffened and her orgasm overtook her. She shuddered a few times and sank her face into my pillow whispering “James come home.” I saw the tears gathering up in her eyes and I was on that bed in about two seconds pulling her into my lap, “I am home baby, I’m home.” She screamed in shock and surprise, and then smacked me with the pillow for laughing at her.

“James you really scared me, you could have told me you were coming home early.”

“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have gotten a front row seat to the most spectacular show of the year.”

Her pretty little face went through about 6 shades of red from embarrassment, “Oh you saw that.”

“Mhm, and let me tell you baby I liked it, I liked it a lot.” I guided her hand to where my cock was fighting my jeans and began to kiss her neck.

“Mm,” she made a surprised noise, “you really did like it.” She began to rub my cock through my jeans, it hurt so good.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, “Leah you got to take these damn pants off me, before my cock breaks straining against them.”

“Can’t have that now can we?” She straddled me and brought her delicious mouth to mine, our lips and tongues met in joyous reunion. Her hot mouth was welcoming, wanting, and just perfect. I had missed her so much. She undid my pants and worked them off of me, then she removed my boxers. She crawled back to my lap, stroking my engorged member.

“Feel better lover?”

“Yes I panted,” as I started to explore my wife, rediscover her soft curves and swells. Much to my surprise she grabbed my wandering hands and placed them on her tummy, which was still awfully fine with me. I rubbed and stroked and teased her soft belly. She giggled, “Slow down cowboy, you still have too many clothes on.” She removed my shirt, “Much better she purred.”

“May I go back to…” I started to say before she kissed me, hard and needy. Her hands and lips encouraging me to lay down on my back on the bed. She pulled away from my lips and began to nip at my jaw, neck, and ears. Her hands roamed and stroked my chest, arms, shoulders, face, hair, anything she could reach.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking about while I was masturbating?” I racked my brain trying to figure out if she had ever used that word before, much more interested in what she had been thinking about I moved on.

“Yes,” I growled, “What was my lonely, sexy bride thinking about as she pleasured herself?”

“Well I’m not going to tell you,” I made a pouty face, she giggled and kissed my pouted bottom lip, “but I will show you.” My arousal already sky high, rose another level or 6. Leah went back to her work, but now she was at my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. I whimpered, “I want to touch you.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Sassy girl,” I smacked her perfect butt. It took her by surprise and she bit on my shoulder and little hard, but I was so turned on it only added to the experience. My hands set to roaming and touching her. Her lovely breasts, simply hanging there as she kissed my neck, were begging to be touched, squeezed, and felt. Her perfect globes felt heavenly in my hands and I worked her nipples, stroking, squeezing, loving her up. Leah was whimpering and it was easy to tell when something felt extra good as her nibbles would become more of a bite.

She sat up, straddling me around my stomach, slowly humping me there. I could feel her hot juices as she worked against me. I was rubbing and teasing her thighs. She looked so sexy, and all of a sudden I noticed she was on top, AND the lights were on.

“I like the view baby,” one of my hands wormed its way up to her tummy (the place she’s most self conscious about, and subsequently the reason she doesn’t like to be on top with the lights on) give it some loving. She smiled her sexy smile, leaned down for a slow kiss, and then back up.

“I’m glad, because this is what I was fantasizing about as I masturbated.”
Her pretty little face went through about 6 shades of red from embarrassment, “Oh you saw that.”

“Mhm, and let me tell you baby I liked it, I liked it a lot.” I guided her hand to where my cock was fighting my jeans and began to kiss her neck.

“Mm,” she made a surprised noise, “you really did like it.” She began to rub my cock through my jeans, it hurt so good.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, “Leah you got to take these damn pants off me, before my cock breaks straining against them.”

“Can’t have that now can we?” She straddled me and brought her delicious mouth to mine, our lips and tongues met in joyous reunion. Her hot mouth was welcoming, wanting, and just perfect. I had missed her so much. She undid my pants and worked them off of me, then she removed my boxers. She crawled back to my lap, stroking my engorged member.

“Feel better lover?”

“Yes I panted,” as I started to explore my wife, rediscover her soft curves and swells. Much to my surprise she grabbed my wandering hands and placed them on her tummy, which was still awfully fine with me. I rubbed and stroked and teased her soft belly. She giggled, “Slow down cowboy, you still have too many clothes on.” She removed my shirt, “Much better she purred.”

“May I go back to…” I started to say before she kissed me, hard and needy. Her hands and lips encouraging me to lay down on my back on the bed. She pulled away from my lips and began to nip at my jaw, neck, and ears. Her hands roamed and stroked my chest, arms, shoulders, face, hair, anything she could reach.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking about while I was masturbating?” I racked my brain trying to figure out if she had ever used that word before, much more interested in what she had been thinking about I moved on.

“Yes,” I growled, “What was my lonely, sexy bride thinking about as she pleasured herself?”

“Well I’m not going to tell you,” I made a pouty face, she giggled and kissed my pouted bottom lip, “but I will show you.” My arousal already sky high, rose another level or 6. Leah went back to her work, but now she was at my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. I whimpered, “I want to touch you.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Sassy girl,” I smacked her perfect butt. It took her by surprise and she bit on my shoulder and little hard, but I was so turned on it only added to the experience. My hands set to roaming and touching her. Her lovely breasts, simply hanging there as she kissed my neck, were begging to be touched, squeezed, and felt. Her perfect globes felt heavenly in my hands and I worked her nipples, stroking, squeezing, loving her up. Leah was whimpering and it was easy to tell when something felt extra good as her nibbles would become more of a bite.

She sat up, straddling me around my stomach, slowly humping me there. I could feel her hot juices as she worked against me. I was rubbing and teasing her thighs. She looked so sexy, and all of a sudden I noticed she was on top, AND the lights were on.

“I like the view baby,” one of my hands wormed its way up to her tummy (the place she’s most self conscious about, and subsequently the reason she doesn’t like to be on top with the lights on) give it some loving. She smiled her sexy smile, leaned down for a slow kiss, and then back up.

“I’m glad, because this is what I was fantasizing about as I masturbated.”
Her pretty little face went through about 6 shades of red from embarrassment, “Oh you saw that.”

“Mhm, and let me tell you baby I liked it, I liked it a lot.” I guided her hand to where my cock was fighting my jeans and began to kiss her neck.

“Mm,” she made a surprised noise, “you really did like it.” She began to rub my cock through my jeans, it hurt so good.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, “Leah you got to take these damn pants off me, before my cock breaks straining against them.”

“Can’t have that now can we?” She straddled me and brought her delicious mouth to mine, our lips and tongues met in joyous reunion. Her hot mouth was welcoming, wanting, and just perfect. I had missed her so much. She undid my pants and worked them off of me, then she removed my boxers. She crawled back to my lap, stroking my engorged member.

“Feel better lover?”

“Yes I panted,” as I started to explore my wife, rediscover her soft curves and swells. Much to my surprise she grabbed my wandering hands and placed them on her tummy, which was still awfully fine with me. I rubbed and stroked and teased her soft belly. She giggled, “Slow down cowboy, you still have too many clothes on.” She removed my shirt, “Much better she purred.”

“May I go back to…” I started to say before she kissed me, hard and needy. Her hands and lips encouraging me to lay down on my back on the bed. She pulled away from my lips and began to nip at my jaw, neck, and ears. Her hands roamed and stroked my chest, arms, shoulders, face, hair, anything she could reach.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking about while I was masturbating?” I racked my brain trying to figure out if she had ever used that word before, much more interested in what she had been thinking about I moved on.

“Yes,” I growled, “What was my lonely, sexy bride thinking about as she pleasured herself?”

“Well I’m not going to tell you,” I made a pouty face, she giggled and kissed my pouted bottom lip, “but I will show you.” My arousal already sky high, rose another level or 6. Leah went back to her work, but now she was at my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. I whimpered, “I want to touch you.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Sassy girl,” I smacked her perfect butt. It took her by surprise and she bit on my shoulder and little hard, but I was so turned on it only added to the experience. My hands set to roaming and touching her. Her lovely breasts, simply hanging there as she kissed my neck, were begging to be touched, squeezed, and felt. Her perfect globes felt heavenly in my hands and I worked her nipples, stroking, squeezing, loving her up. Leah was whimpering and it was easy to tell when something felt extra good as her nibbles would become more of a bite.

She sat up, straddling me around my stomach, slowly humping me there. I

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