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You sat in the parlor reading a book. It was late in the evening, and normally you would be cooking dinner for your husband. Tonight however, he had called ahead and said that work would go late and he was having something delivered. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt that fell off your one of your shoulders, and a clean pair of your husband’s boxers. Your (h/c) hair was in a bun. You were so enamored with your book; you didn’t notice the door open and shut.

That’s why you were surprised when two hands covered your eyes and someone nibbled on your ear. Before you could panic and hit the stranger, a voice whispered in your ear.

“Guess who, Poppet?”

You relaxed as you realized that it was your husband home from work. He removed his hands and placed them on your shoulders. You giggled and turned to look at him.

“I don’t know. Remind me?” You said flirtatiously.

Turning your head, he leaned down and your lips met passionately. His tongue playfully flicked your bottom lip, asking permission to enter. You allowed it, and your tongues battled for dominance. You pulled away, breathing deeply.

“So how was work?” You grinned, panting.

“Awful,” Arthur murmured, moving to sit next to you.

You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest. He glanced down at you in amusement.

“Are those my boxers?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you replied coyly.

“Are you planning on giving them back?” Arthur asked.

“Only when you take them from me,” you said, standing with your hands on your hips.

He playfully growled and jumped at you. You dodged him and ran to the other side of the living room. He chased after you and you laughed as you ran circles around the furniture. He sped up and closed the distance between you two. You shrieked as you felt two arms wrap around your waist. Arthur carried you bridal style and walked to your bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed and began removing his coat, shirt and tie. You smirked as you lay on your back, supporting yourself on your elbows. Once done undressing, leaving on only his boxers, he smirked.

"Arthur..." You said softly.

"Yes, love?" He replied, raising an eyebrow.

You grinned, a glint in your eye.

"I bet work was extremely boring today..." You said in a sing-song tone.

Arthur growled and crawled onto the bed, straddling your hips. Arthur pulled off your t-shirt and it was now lying on the floor along with Arthur's work clothes.

Wrapping his arms around your neck, he pulled you into a long and sweet kiss. He tasted like tea; he must have had some lately. As you kissed, he fingered your lacy black bra. Unclasping it, he revealed your breasts. He smiled.

"Hopefully this'll make today worth remembering." He said, squeezing one of your breasts.

You moaned in pleasure as he kneaded and massaged your breasts. He fingered your nipple, making you twitch a bit. Then you took your revenge. While he squeezed your breasts, you quickly started tugging down his boxers. He laughed.

"You're very...needy tonight, aren't you, darling?" You replied with a giggle.

His boxers were now all the way down, revealing his manhood. Arthur chuckled deeply.

"Honey, turn over." You obeyed.

Then you felt it. His manhood broke your barrier. This felt so wrong, so right, so terrifying, and so satisfying, all at the same time. You were gasping in pain and pleasure. He thrust in and out, both of you reaching higher and higher pleasure. Finally you both climaxed together, you crying out. He pulled out, and then laid butterfly kisses up your back. He pulled you into another kiss, but this time he stopped short and whispered in your ear.

“I love you, (name),” he said huskily.

“I love you too,” you breathed.

He kissed you passionately and lay down beside you. The two of you started spooning and you pulled the covers of the two of you, as your husband buried his face into your neck kissing it. He whispered into your ear again before settling down to sleep.

“Goodnight Poppet,” he said.