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Tossing in another log into the fireplace, you decide that should keep the house warm for the next few hours or so. You puff out your breath, feeling maybe a little too warm from all your chores of the day, you tuck a bit of your linen dress into your leather corset, exposing your mid thigh and down to let in a little draft to your person. Of course, the cabin is crisp and chilly from the late autumn air outside, but after a day of gardening, harvesting, dusting and laundry, you’re a bit sweaty from all the work. You glance over to the clock on the wall, 5:17pm. Sun is already starting to set, nearly under the horizon, it’s time to make dinner for you and your husband.
Reiner should be arriving back home soon, you think to yourself as you tie your cooking apron around your waist. It was early November, and the colors of fall outside your window were changing color faster than the year before. Misty showers of rain and foggy morning and evenings appeared more often than before. You and Reiner had to turn up the heat on preparing for winter since it seemed it was coming up so quickly. You worked hard at making sure the garden was free from any seasonal harvests and was plowed and prepped for planting winter vegetables and fruit. Reiner worked hard in the small stable you had for the two horses you shared, he scrubbed and swept and put fresh hay, doing everything he could to ensure the winter would be comfortable. You put new gravel on the drive way leading up to the cabin, doing any laundry that built up. And Reiner chopped wood hour after hour, making sure the two of you would have plenty to burn to stay warm.
The work had to be done, but you both were so tired. You were so grateful to Reiner, he took the brunt of the labor, as he always did. He always insisted he’d take care of the dirty work so your hands could stay pretty and clean. Tonight, you wanted to repay him for all his hard work the past two weeks and to celebrate all that you both have done. You were to make one of Reiner’s favorite meals, it was finally cold enough to do so: mashed potatoes, gravy and steak. You already had an apple pie in the oven, you had to put all the apples to use, and you already chopped more up for apple crisp in the morning. The cabin smelled lovely, sweetness of apple and cinnamon, the scent of garlic and butter, and the mouthwatering scent of the steak.
You were excited to have such a great meal with your husband, but you also hoped that there would be more than pie for dessert. All the preparation you’ve both been doing has led to nothing but tired smooches, a shower, then sleeping. Not much time for tenderness and intimacy, and Reiner was the type to never rest until the work was done. Tonight, you were hoping to show him that it’s time to slow down, to feel proud of all that’s he’s done and that he deserves to feel taken care of, just like he does for you.
You just couldn’t ignore the fact that you were horny out of your mind. Your body needed sweet release from all the stress and you hoped Reiner felt the same, even if he would never admit it. As you mixed the butter in with the potatoes, your mind wandered to what would happen when he comes through the front door. You’d poke your ass out and bend over the counter slightly, teasing him. You move the roast to a cutting board, imagine Reiner slinking his arms over yours, helping you sink the knife into the meat, as his hips press into yours from behind. You stir the rue for the gravy, sprinkling little bits of flour to help thicken it. You imagine your husband turning you around, opening your legs, disappearing under your skirt and his tongue lapping your core.
You tap your foot on the hardwood floor out of frustration, need and impatience. Stop getting your hopes up, you tell yourself as you set the table. Reiner is probably exhausted as he always is, just make sure he’s fed, told he’s appreciated and then send him off to wash and to bed, to rest like he deserves to. You sigh as you light all the candles in the room and plug in the string of warm yellow bulbs you’d strung on the ceiling. The room was looking warm, and finally feeling like it too with the help of your dinner and fire you had started. You put your hands on your hips, looking at all that you’ve done, trying to feel content with just this. You’d have a great dinner, some nice conversation, a delicious pie, then have a good nights rest for another job well done. Sex and pleasure can come after you have prepared enough.
You glance out the window and catch Reiner walking up to your small barn with wood on his back. He’s huffing and puffing, you can see his breath in the cold air. His flannel was unbuttoned at the top, exposing the line between his pecs, the buttons probably undone for the same reason you lifted your skirt. He was sweating a little bit from all the chopping he just completed. He added the wood to the large pile he had been collecting, and did the same thing you did. Hands on his hips, looking at the result of his labor. Taking off his cowboy hat, he wipes the sweat from his hairline and through his hair. He swells in two deep breaths before returning the hat on his head then turning his feet towards the cabin.
Your heart flutters, seeing him all dirty and tired from the day, wanting nothing more to thank him with your hands and mouth. You must contain it though, you take out two wine glasses from the cupboard. Keep it together, don’t start anything, don’t make him feel like he has to do more than he already has, you repeat to yourself.
As you pour red wine into the glasses, the front door gently swings open, your husband standing large in the doorway. A knot twists in your stomach as you lock eyes with him. At first his eyes softened immediately at the sight of you, as they always did, then his sight spotted all the twinkling of the candles, his nose sniffed the contagious smell of dinner and his jaw drops slightly.
Reiner steps into the cabin finally, softly shutting the door behind him. Loud thuds of his work boots fill the room on the floor, and he looks around, hands slightly in the air with confusion.
“What’s all this, darling?” he finally asks, placing his hand on the back of one of your dining chairs.
“It’s dinner, my love,” you reply, playing innocent. You place the wine back into the cupboard. Reiner glances down to the contents of the plate, his mouth immediately salivating at the sight of all his favorite things. “My favorite dinner,” he points out, softly chuckling as he steps toward you. He places a hand on the counter next to your hips as you turn to face him, then reaches for his glass of wine with the other. “What’s the occasion?” he asks, looking down on you.
You feel yourself become weak in the knees already. He’s so close to you. You can smell pine and sweat booming from him, you can see the dampness of his skin from the mist and sweat. You keep it together, picking up your own glass in one hand then placing the other on his shirt pocket and you get a peek at his chest, and there’s a pang that shoots up through your torso. “To celebrate all the work you’ve been doing, of course. It’s the least I can do.” You say, looking up into his golden eyes again.
His face softens and he smiles, “You mean all the work we’ve been doing, darlin?” He pushes a piece of hair away from your face with his fingers. “Don’t sell yourself short of your efforts. I see everything you do for us, for me. Thank you for it all. This meals for you just as much as it is for me.”
He gives you that big, goofy smile that you love so much. You feel the world lift off your shoulders. “Okay, baby.” You say, raising your glass to his and clinking it. He kisses your forehead, sets his glass in front of his plate then washes his hands, ridding himself of all the dirt that lingered from the day. You breathe in the moment of being appreciated and take a sip of the wine. Reiner pulls out your chair and pushes you in after you sit, then takes his seat across from you. He’s polite while he eats, but you can tell he’s hungry. You keep small talk with him, grateful that the conversation doesn’t trail off to the stress of tomorrows chores. You finish your meal and finish your glass of wine, you made a really nice dinner. You sigh contently, ignoring how you crave more of Reiners skin when he brushes against you while getting seconds for himself.
“Want anymore, baby?” he asks with his mouthful, piling up another plate of deliciousness. You thank him but tell him no, “I’m saving room for dessert.”
When Reiner is almost through his second plate, you stand and head towards the sink, reaching for your apron that you took off for dinner. Dishes had to be done, after all.
“Now you leave that apron right there, little lady,” Reiner booms from the table. You cock an eyebrow and let your hand freeze mid-grab. You turn to give him your confused expression. He chews his last bite and wipes his hands and stands up himself. “You don’t touch one dirty dish, you hear me?”
You roll your eyes, he’s said this before, trying to get you to push chores off til later is a bad habit you don’t want to fall into no matter what he says. “No, sir,” you protest, pushing your chin to the ceiling, turning toward the sink. “We both ate, dinner is now over and it’s time to do the-“
Large hands snake around your waist and grip tightly and firmly push you against the counter top, you let out a small gasp. You can feel Reiner lean against you, his frame engulfing yours. He leans down to your ear, “I’m not done eating yet.”
Shivers are sent down your spine from his tone, and you wonder if you’re imagining the mood he has just set. Your breath feels trapped in your chest as you feel his warm tongue flick your earlobe, and his teeth gently nibble at it. His breath is loud and hot in your ear and your body immediately melts at the sensation. “Turn around, baby.” Reiner instructs, and you do.
His eyes are stern, locked on yours. His eyebrows are furrowed, creating that scrunch between them. You play innocent, giving him doe eyes. “You’re distracting me from my chores,” you pout. “Really now?” he teases back to you. You nod, trying not to stare at his lips you want so badly to kiss.
His hands never left your hips, he tightens them around your frame once more, pulling you towards him. “You think I didn’t notice?” He says deeply. “Notice what?” you peep, your eyes failing you as you look at his plump lips.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, darlin,” he drawls, he brings one hand up to trace your jawline. “I know those eyes.” His thumb swipes your bottom lip gently, then he pulls it down, bringing your chin closer to his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about baby,” you whisper, getting lost in the feeling of being beneath him, knowing he’s onto you. Reiner hums an uncertain tone as he shifts his leg between yours.
“Really?” He huffs, bringing his knee upwards between your thighs, and you hold back a moan from the sudden friction. You almost forgot that you removed your panties upon coming into the house, still hopeful you were going to score with your husband before getting in your head that he wouldn’t want to. How wrong you were. The texture of his jeans and the hardness of his quads felt amazing against your core. Reiner knows you won’t be able to resist for long, no matter how brave of a face you show him. He smirks as he kisses you softly.
You can’t deny it, the physical touch, the heat of his breath, his hands on your hips, his knees between your thighs were breaking your act. You let it go, you’ve been wanting this so bad for so long, and the fact that he made the first move proved to you that he does too. You clench on his bicep and tug on his shirt with the other. He slips his tongue in your mouth and you welcome it in.
Not holding back anymore, you grind back and forth along Reiner’s thigh. You let out soft moans and he starts breathing heavy along with you. “There’s my baby,” he huffs, gently chuckling under his breath. “Knew she was hiding somewhere.” His teasing definitely eggs you on, and you succumb to your desires, to the fire that’s been sparking inside of you for days on end. You curse under your breath while you fumble your fingers around the buttons of his shirt, moving downwards, unclasping them one by one. Reiner helps you finish the job, pulling off the shirt and dropping it to the floor, rutting his thigh higher into you. You took in the sight before you. There stood your husband, tall and beaming, shoulders broad, pecs firm and huffing, the stomach you kept well fed just the slightest bit sweaty, his hat still on, his beard that could use a shave, the dust from the work done outside residing on his skin. There he was, in all his glory. The man who provided, who kept you warm, who worked hard day and night, who read you like a book.
You scoff while thinking this all to yourself, hands gripping his sides. “Do you ever stop being this hot?” you ask, voice still stuttering from the friction. He returns your question with a deep belly laugh. “I could ask you the same question baby.” His hands rub up and down your curves, squeezing with love along the way. “Just look at you. In a pretty little dress, you even got it tucked in, showing off those hot legs of yours.” One of his hands reaches down and hikes your knee up to his waist. “Those pretty eyes that look at me with such desire,” he kisses you. “Even after all these years. I feel like the luckiest guy looking at you, baby.”
Reiner was never one to leave you wondering how he felt about you, nonetheless, his words always filled your heart with love and strength. You grind more desperately along his thigh and make out with him, both of you moaning into the kisses. Suddenly, he lets you go, but keeps your leg in his hand, and crouches down. He sets your hamstring on his shoulder as he gets on his knees, and takes off his hat finally after looking up at you once last time before disappearing under your skirt. You blush, realizing what you were fantasizing about not twenty minutes ago was coming true.
His rough hands grip both of your thighs as you feel his nose brush against your clit suddenly, something he does rarely for you but he knows you love it. Reiner doesn’t hold back when he starts eating you out, like he knew you needed him to just give you what you want. As his tongue slithers through your folds, you grip the strands of his hair and moan loudly. God, it felt so good. So reliving to finally feel the sensation you’ve been craving and Reiner knows exactly how to satisfy you. The pressure he applies with his tongue, the speed at which he flicks your clit, the way he pushes you into the cabinet, the way his tongue teases your entrance. It’s all so perfect.
It doesn’t take long for him to have you nearly reach your orgasm, your hands desperately tug on his hair as you prepare to let it all go on his mouth. But he pulls away and gives you a taunting grin, wiping your juices off his chin with his hand. You whine in aggravation, this was not the night for him to tease you like this and he knows it pisses you off. “Reiner, do not do tha-“ you start to lecture, but he suddenly stands back up and grabs the back of your neck, smashing you into a wet kiss. Tasting yourself and feeling his tongue in your mouth makes all your bad thoughts go away.
Reiner squats down slightly and wraps his large arms under your thighs, then lifts you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively as you keep the kiss. He starts slowly walking over to the living room and gently sits down on the plush couch, having you straddle him as he does so. He kicks off his boots as he starts to toy with the strings of your corset piece. You find yourself grinding just beneath his belt buckle, searching for any kind of friction. His lips move downward to your neck, licking and sucking on your skin, his hands start getting busy untying the lace of your top and after a few seconds, he tugs it down your torso. His hands move from your back to your shoulders, pulling the sleeves of your dress down your arm.
Reiner nearly loses it when he sees your bare nipples peaking through the white linen of your dress, goosebumps peppering your chest and collarbones from the cold air coming in through the windows. He looks up at your face, your eyes soft and begging, and plants a soft kiss on your lips as he pulls your dress down even further, exposing your breasts. Reiner lays back against the cushion, his legs spread out under you, his fingertips barely gliding against your thighs. His eyes trail from
your knees, up to your waist, to your chest, lips then up to your eyes. Even after years of marriage, there are times when Reiner gives you butterflies still. He still makes your stomach drop with anticipation, makes your heart skip a beat, makes you feel so vulnerable, and god, how you love it.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, baby.” He breathes finally, taking a handful of your breast, sitting up a bit. “You’re so sexy and you don’t even realize it.”
Your mind is too full with lust to respond to thank him, you watch your chest rise and fall as your breath picks up. His eyes lock with yours as his tongue falls out of his mouth then swirls around your nipple. Gasping loudly, you feel a twitch in your core. Reiner licks and sucks on your bud, eyes never leaving yours. He knows you’re sensitive in this spot and he’s totally using it to his advantage. That twitching grows stronger within you as his hand gropes and fondles your other breast. “You like when I touch you like this, baby?” Reiner asks, “‘Missed this attention from Daddy?”
Letting out a whiny mmhm, he switches sides. After a few flicks of his tongue, “You’ve been so patient for me, huh? Been waiting for me to touch you for weeks…” His words have such power over you, your core seems to ache at his touch and what he’s saying to you. “Yes, baby..” you whisper. “You’ve just..nn..been so busy, I didn’t want to bother you.”
Reiner scoffs against your chest, then grabs your waist and hastily switches places with you. He’s got you laid out across the sofa, and he’s planted himself between your legs. Your wrists are pinned next to your head with his, and his gaze is suddenly very serious. You wonder if you said something wrong. He brings his face closer to yours, eyebrows furrowed. “You are never a burden, do you hear me?”
His stern voice strikes a chord in you and you slowly nod your head. He continues, “I am your husband. It is my job to take care of you, in whatever way that means. It’s my job to make you feel good. And it’s a job I love doing.” His face becomes soft as he starts to actually feel disappointed in himself. His wife’s needs have not been met by him, his mind has been too distracted, he’s kicking himself for it. Reiner blinks for a second, then speaks, “I want you to feel good, darlin-“ his hands move from your wrists to your palms, fingering intertwining with one another. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting for so long, let me make you feel good, yeah?”
The world’s lifted off your shoulders at this, your thumbs gently brush against his hand. You kiss him softly, letting him know that you hear him, and that you appreciate it. But you figure you need to get the mood back on track, you grip his calloused hands tight, “I need you to make me feel good, baby,” you hiss.
The blood in Reiner’s head rushes down to the bulge tight in his jeans at your begging and he begins to heavily make out with you. He slithers his hand down to between your legs and gently swipes your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. He groans at the feeling of how soaked you are for him, swishing your wetness around with his fingers. “I love how wet you are, darlin, but let’s still make sure you’re prepped for Daddy, hm?”
He slides his middle finger into you with ease, with his hands so large, just one digit feels amazing. So much relief flows through you, finally something inside of you after aching for it. His finger squelches in and out of you and his eyes are glued to your face. Making sure he’s not hurting you, that you’re feeling good. After another minute, he adds in his ring finger, and your eyes roll in the back of your head when you feel the cold metal of his wedding ring poke at your base. Just a reminder that you are his, and he is yours.
You moan loudly at the new addition, Reiner pumps his fingers into you, his mouth agape watching you in pleasure. “Good girl,” he mutters under his breath, he curls his fingers just slightly, just the way you like it, and you jolt a little bit, losing yourself in how good it all is. He sits back on his heels and with his free hand starts to unbuckle his belt. Your eyes travel down to his hand and watching his digits move in and out of your cunt has you seeing stars.
Regretfully, Reiner has to pull his fingers out of you to tug his jeans down, but he doesn’t forget to lick them clean before doing so. You lick your lips as he draws his dick out of his boxers finally, pulsating and red. You whine at the sight, missing your husband’s cock. He wraps his hand around his shaft and slowly strokes. Small, deep moans emerging from his throat. He looks at you, his beautiful wife. Spread out, nearly bare, messy and needy for him. Your eyes scream desire for him, a little bit of drool pours from the corner of your mouth. “I’ve missed you looking at me like this, baby,” he says roughly. “Are you ready for me?”
Nodding eagerly, you spread your legs wider for him, and wrap your hand around one of your legs while he uses his to keep the other up. He lines with your entrance and slowly pushes his head in. You gasp in unison, a sensation you both haven’t felt in awhile. He pushes more of himself in, and you can feel the resistance you’re accidentally giving him. “Fuck,” he growls. “Soo fucking tight baby, has it really been this long since you’ve had my cock inside you?”
It’s like you’re already fucked dumb, can’t even respond to what your husband is saying, and he loves it. He pulls back gently, then inward again, adding more and more of his impressive length each time. You swore you’d never get used to his size, he had to prep you each and every time he fucked you. Reiner sharply inhaled through his nose as he gawked at his cock going in and out of your hole, seeing how much he stretched you out. “Little pussy sucking me in so nice, darlin. God, it looks so good.”
You do your best to relax as he thrusts into you more and more before setting a nice, steady pace. Both your moans filled the cabin, nothing but the sound of your voices, your skin slapping together and the crackling of the fire could be heard. Reiner’s hand clamped at your sides, using them to steady himself as he rolled his hips into you, throwing his head back to the ceiling, relishing in the feel of you.
“Baby..” you pipe softly, unable to form words fully. But Reiner hears you, he always does. He looks down and leans in, and his weight on top increases your pleasure. “Yes, darling?” He intertwines his left hand with your right one. “Tell Daddy what you want, yeah? I’ll give you what ever you ask for.”
“More, p-please,” you manage, looking into his eyes.
“More what?” he asks, almost annoyingly. But truthfully, he just wants you to communicate exactly what you desire from him, so you can feel confident in doing so, so he can fill any gaps he might have missed this past week for you.
“More,” you pout, “Fuck me harder.”
He shines a grin at you and does what he’s told. He rams himself into your cunt at a pace that builds a fire inside of you. Your body lays loose, allowing yourself to let go. The sight of your tits bouncing drives Reiner crazy, he can’t stop watching them. Your fingernails dig into his forearms as you tighten around his cock, ready for that orgasm that was stolen from you earlier. You want it so bad. Reiner feels it too and fights off his own urge to come so you can do so. “That’s it, baby. Come, come on my cock. Let it go.”
You scream as you climax, squeezing around his length then releasing as you come down slightly. You become a blabbering, cursing mess as he continues to fuck you. You feel the need to be closer to him, “Hold me, baby,” you whisper. Without a second thought, Reiner wraps his arms around your waist and sits down on the couch with you straddling him again, and he never detaches himself from inside you. He helps you slide up and down on his member, forgetting how amazing it feels when you ride him like this. He makes a mental note to have more couch sex with you in the future.
You rest your hands on his shoulders as he catches your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he gazes into your eyes. The sight made you bounce faster on him, and he slips his hands under your ass, lifts you up slightly with his strong arms and starts rutting up into you. You about lose it, how hard he’s fucking you. All of your desires were finally fulfilled and you promised yourself you’d never go this long without having your husband again. He treats you so good, taking care of the house, the land, and of course taking care of you. You wanted to give him everything you had and more. Wanted to give him more than just his favorite meal, more than just your body, and then you had the perfect idea pop in your mind.
You’d always been so reluctant about this, your anxiety led to you say no often, your logical side getting the best of you nine times out of ten. But tonight, how Reiner grips your skin, only words of praise pouring from his lips, how his dick feels like it was made just for your pussy, all of your past hesitation flew out the window and into the brisk fall evening.
“Daddy..” you start, fingers twisting up into his hair. He slows down to hear you. His breath heavy, “Yes, my love?”
“I’ll let you do your favorite thing tonight,” you say, twirling the ends of his blonde strands in your fingers, eyes staring deeply into his. At first he’s confused and not sure what you’re referring to, but then after a few seconds, his eyes widen immensely. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, which makes you smirk.
“Really, darlin? Are you sure? You don’t hav-“
You put one of your fingers up to his lips before he could stammer on more with questions. You bring your face close to his, lips almost grazing each other, “Come inside me, Daddy,” you moan, knowing how much this will drive him insane, knowing how much he loves to hear you say this. “Fill me up, mkay?”
Reiner’s jaw drops, and he feels on cloud nine. “Yes, ma’am,” he snarls, his hands tightly wrapping around your waist, bear hugging you as he drives roughly up into you, not wasting any time. His moans get so loud with anticipation with what you just gave him permission to do, his cock growing and stretching your walls even more. You egg him on with your moans, begging for it.
“Gonna fuck my cum right in that little pussy, baby. You gonna take it like a good girl?” he taunts, savoring every bit of this moment. “You want Daddy’s cum, baby?”
You screech out a ‘yes’ through your teeth as he bobs your body relentlessly. “Come with me, baby,” you huff out, feeling yourself clench around him once more. Reiner rests his head against the couch cushion, eyes tightly shut as he gives you the last of his hardest thrusts then suddenly you feel his hot cum paint your insides and god does it feel good. Reiner loses control, jolting under you, twitches and jerks, legs shaking. His moans the loudest you ever heard. He needed that, you conclude.
His lewd noises only continue when he slides his dick out of your soaked cunt, and practically drools when he sees his cum drip out of you and onto his thighs, onto the rug that he’ll clean later. He gives you this love drunk smile before pulling you in for a hug, both breathing heavy and both beyond satisfied. He kisses your shoulder, “I love you.”
You tell him you love him back, and then you hop in the hot bath with one another, lighting an autumnal candle for the mood. You both agree that sex will no longer go on the back burner because that was just too good.