βWhoβs calling?β Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. βI-itβs our son.β You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.
Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isnβt time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.
There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.
Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasnβt really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.
When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There werenβt toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but itβd be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isnβt ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.
He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since itβs so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. βHoney?β He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, βWhere are the kids.β
You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.
βThey are busy and safe.β You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didnβt ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.
When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, βHoney, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you donβt. I want y-β His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after allβ¦.
βWhat?β Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.
β..Oh Hey dad, whereβs mo-β
βSheβs busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?β Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.
βI wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said sheβll send me m-β
βHow much?β Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasnβt one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in himπ) Nanami definitely isnβt holding back, not when itβs been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldnβt talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.
βOkay, give me a moment.β Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.
Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. βTell me something honey.β He hums kissing your swollen lips.
You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, βy-yes?β You gasp as he hits your cervix.
βWhen the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?β He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.
Youβre screwed. Both literally and physically.
βNot alwa- o-ooh shit.β You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didnβt need to work but you didnβt want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasnβt until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.
βAll the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wifeβs pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.β He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.
βY-you pay for e-ever-β
βIβm supposed to baby. I want to.β He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. βWhy must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, itβs my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.β He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. βUse your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, itβs yours, ours on paper, but itβs all yours. All for you.β He grunts into your ear, as if heβs teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.
βDonβt let me find out you arenβt using my money first again, okay hun?β He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.
βNow where were we?β He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. βOh, right.β He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.
