by Tammy Taylor
The front door swings open with a flourish and Samantha is greeted with the sight of Ben, her lovely husband, carrying a giant bouquet of roses. He wanders deeper into the house after closing the door behind him, stepping into the kitchen where his wife is. “Happy Mother’s Day, my love,” he says, holding out the flowers for Samantha to take.
“Ben,” she says in delight, “For me?” Ben chuckles and wraps his free arm around Samantha’s waist, pulling her closer to his side.
“Of course, these are for you, baby.” He leans over and plants a sweet kiss on her cheek, and Samantha giggles.
“Only the best for my lovely wife and the mother of our kids. Speaking of those devils,” Ben says fondly, “Are they back from school yet?”
Samantha takes the flowers from Ben and places them on the kitchen counter, mentally reminding herself to put them in a vase soon.
“No, they won't be back for another hour.”
Ben presses Samantha up against the counter and plants another kiss on her cheek, smiling as his wife giggles in delight at the attention.
“Then it sounds like we have enough time to food around.” Ben gives Samantha a wolfish smile before trailing feather-light kisses down Samantha's neck and wrapping his arms around her body. “What do you say, baby?” he asks, pressing his question into her neck as she wraps her arms around his waist.
“I like the sound of that,” she whispers, lightly running her nails up and down her husband's back over his shirt. She presses her lips to the shell of his ear.
“Lead the way.” Those three words are all the encouragement Ben needs to pull away from Samantha and take her hand into his own, tugging her in the direction of their bedroom. The couple giggle the whole walk there, barely able to keep their hands from wandering against each other's bodies. They stumble into their bedroom and share another kiss before removing their clothes.
Once they're both naked and eager, Samantha lies back against the cool cotton sheets and bats her eyelashes at her husband.
“Please touch me,” Samantha moans, spreading her legs wider to allow Ben easier access to her dripping pussy. Her eyes beg for her husband to come closer, so he takes that as the invitation it is and crawls forward.
Ben moves to swipe a finger between Samantha’s folds, using his thumb to rub her clit in circular motions. Samantha moans and arches her back, burning electricity shooting up her spine. “Mm~” Ben presses a thick finger inside, and Samantha whines for more, grinding down against the intrusion and biting her lip to unsuccessfully stifle her noises.
Ben sinks another finger in and curls them just right, causing Samantha’s pussy to spasm. The woman keens loudly with trembling thighs, and Ben looks enraptured, watching her with awe, nearly drooling at the sight of his wife whining on just his fingers. Samantha cries out a moan in response to her husband thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy. She grabs at the bedsheets as she struggles to hold still.
“Ben,” she pants, hooded gaze settling onto her husband. He hums in response, not stopping his ministrations, wanting to give his wife any and all the pleasure possible. The man’s eyes flicker down at Samantha for a brief moment before he pulls his fingers out of her dripping cunt and firmly grabs her thighs, spreading her legs apart impossibly farther, and then dipping his head down to lick her pussy.
The sound Samantha gave in response hit him like a ball of heat, and Ben would do anything to make his wife moan like that again. Feeling a rush of excitement and arousal, Ben pulled back to reposition himself slightly, getting a better angle before he dipped back down to lick a broad stripe across her hot cunt. This time, Samantha let out a moan that sounded like absolute music to Ben’s ears.
He fucks his tongue in and out of his wife's pussy, basking in the noises she's making. The moans that leave Samantha's mouth sound like something straight out of a porno, so Ben slides two fingers inside her cunt along with his tongue and fucks her harder. He also speeds up movements, pushing his finger deep and scissoring them open just right.
Ben can tell Samantha is close, so he doubles his efforts until her hips buck up from the bed and thrust back onto his fingers and tongue. “Ah! There!” she mewls when Ben crooks his fingers just so, hitting her special spot. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his digits and her clit pulses, and Samantha lets out one last drawn-out moan as she cums, shivering and gasping against the sheets.
The exhausted woman collapses in a heap of tangled limbs and wet thighs as she comes down from her high. Her chest heaves as she attempts to get her breathing under control, and her hands still weakly clutch at the bedsheets to try and ground herself.
“How was that?” Ben asks cheekily, a stupid self-satisfied grin on his lips. Samantha huffs out a laugh and swats at his arm, but Ben still crawls up the length of her body and nuzzles into her neck. Samantha hums in contentment and wraps her arms around her husband.
“Thank you,” she says, “You’re amazing.” “Happy Mother’s Day,” Ben says, kissing his wife happily and holding her close.
