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Currently, you lay on the couch, nearly falling asleep to the show you had chosen.
You were awaiting your husband’s arrival home. Every day was different. Some days, he came home at 3:30 and was in a good mood. Other days, he arrived at one or two in the morning, stumbling to the bed—forfeiting pajamas.
It was nearly nine in the evening, and your own day at work had whooped you. Every night Leon arrived home late, you tried your best to stay up and see him. Most nights, you failed. This night was not unlike any other.
Suddenly, as your eyes drooped nearly to closure, you heard the jostle of the door handle. You jolted—not out of fear, but of startled relief. You had little to no energy to remove yourself from the couch—and your soft blanket—quite yet, so you sat with your head turned towards the door awaiting your husband’s handsome face.
When the door finally opened and you saw him—tired as ever—you smiled and gained the courage to walk over to him. You rounded the corner of the couch and padded to where he stood. Leon hung his keys and waited for you to greet him. When you finally met him, your arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders—requiring you on your tip-toes. Your husband’s hand found your back and rubbed it up and down, the fabric of your shirt caught between his fingers. He nuzzled into your neck and breathed a deep exhale, letting out all the stress from the day. He hugged you tightly with his free hand. Leon slowly pulled away from you and brought his lips to your cheek and kissed it. You smiled, your cheeks soft and round against his lips.
“Hi, sweetheart,” He said, smiling weakly at you.
Noticing his physical exhaustion, you didn’t linger on him further. You slid your arms from him and your heels found the cold floor again.
“You taking a shower?” You asked as he began to walk away from you.
“Yeah,” He responded, his voice low and gravelly as he walked away from you.
“Mind if I join?” Leon stopped and turned to look at you.
“I’d love to sweetheart,” He huffed. “But I’m exhausted. Not really in any mood.” He confessed.
“Well, we don’t have to do anything,” You walked towards him. “I wouldn’t mind pampering you, you know. After a long day,” You muttered. Leon stayed silent for a moment, weighing his options. Finally, he stuck his hand out to you. You took it and he led you to your shared bathroom.
The two of you finally reached the bathroom and you began to help Leon out of his clothes. “Up,” You said, patting his arms. He raised them and you pulled his shirt off. Leon was dead on his feet. He could barely keep his eyes open. And right about now, where he’d usually be quite hard at the current sight of you unbuckling his pants, he simply couldn’t be bothered. As you slid his belt off, you patted his waist and moved to turn on the shower, allowing him to do the rest.
You started to take your clothes off now too. Of course, your husband had his eyes on you. But his eyes were so droopy it nearly made you laugh. “Get in, sleepy,” You told him, and he obliged. Finally getting the rest of your garments off, you joined him under the hot spray of water. You wasted no time and grabbed the shampoo, squirting a quarter-size amount onto your hand. “C’mere,” You said, gesturing with your soapy hands. Your fingers found your husband’s scalp and began to lather the shampoo all throughout his hair. Leon groaned quietly at the feeling of your soft hands massaging him. You paid close attention to the base of his neck and temples, attempting to relieve any stress he held there. Leon relished the feeling, his eyes closed and body relaxed. When you were done, you nudged him under the water and made him rinse the shampoo out. While he did so, you shampooed your own hair. He eventually traded you spots and allowed you to rinse as well.
Certainly, neither of you would miss the conditioner. Especially Leon.
“I’ll do it,” He said as you reached for the bottle.
“Okay, fine,” You mocked.
Once the two of you were sufficiently clean-headed, you finally grabbed the body soap and began to wash your husband of the day. You stood behind him and washed his neck, his broad shoulders, and down to his hips. You turned him around and once again cleaned him from his strong chest, to his abdomen—and lingered for far too long—and then his thighs.
As Leon was rinsed of soap, he figured he’d give you the same treatment that you did to him. He started from behind you as well, cleaning your posterior sufficiently—and even giving your ass a quick grab. However he didn’t turn you around to clean your anterior, and instead decided to do it while behind you still. He pulled you flush to him, your back pressing against his chest. His soapy hands ran down your arms, to your thighs, and then up to your waist. As he cleaned you—though lackluster—he brought his head to the crook of your neck and kissed you there.
“Mmm,” You giggled quietly. Leon continued to wash you—and simultaneously caress you—as he kissed your neck lightly. “I thought you were in no mood, mister,” He hummed into you.
“That was ten minutes ago…” Your husband said lowly.
“Sleepy horny, huh?” You asked. He only moaned into you.
Leon finally began to “wash” your chest, though he spent much longer there than he likely needed. He started to knead your breasts and you felt him grow erect behind you. You pushed back against him and heard him groan. His hand flew to your hips, holding you steady as he began to subtly grind against you. Your hand moved behind you and held him at his neck for further support. Slowly, his hand drifted from your chest to your abdomen, then your waist, and finally right in between your legs. His fingers immediately rubbed through your folds. Your head fell back against his shoulder in pleasure as you cried out a low moan. As you started to buck against your husband, silently pleading for him to touch you where you needed, he finally obliged. His middle finger found your clit and began rubbing it in circles ever-so lightly. While you moaned and whimpered, you felt Leon growing even harder behind you.
When Leon’s fingers started to press harder against your sensitive spot, you felt yourself getting close quickly. You didn’t want to finish quite yet. So, you pulled Leon’s hand from you and spun around, meeting him for an open mouthed kiss. His tongue instantly delved into your mouth exploring it internally. He eventually backed you up against the wall, his hand placed on the side of your head while the other held you at your hip. You felt Leon’s hard-on rubbing against your thigh and you pulled him closer to you by his waist. Once he was flush to you, you grabbed his length and started stroking it lazily.
“Oh, baby,” He breathed, his head falling against your shoulder. After a few more lazy strokes, you placed his tip at your folds and rubbed yourself against it. Leon whimpered quietly, clearly too tired to care how he sounded. But you didn’t mind—it only made you wetter. Without any further words, your husband rubbed himself against you and then slid inside, spurring high-pitched moans from both of you.
Your hand had found purchase under Leon’s jaw, watching as his face twisted in pleasure. He grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his hip. Now he was thrusting into you as deep as this position allowed. Leon didn’t thrust into you hard or fast, but he did do so methodically. Right now, your husband wasn’t set on a quickie. He wanted you to feel him, and he wanted to feel you.
“Oh my god,” You huffed out. “You’re so… deep…” You whispered. Your words made him groan deeply.
Exhausted, but still horny, Leon could no longer hold himself up as he had been. So, he lowered to his elbows beside you and cradled your head. He nuzzled into your neck again and pressed you firmly against the shower wall. Your own hand rested on his shoulder, the other hooked under his arm and on his back. Your husband was so close to your ear that you heard everything—his moans, whimpers, and heavy breathing.
Leon increased the pace of his thrusting, though he never faltered in his preciseness. He continued to nail your most sensitive spot that lay within you, and with each thrust against it you whimpered helplessly.
Your husband brought his head up for a moment to whisper in your ear,
“Sweetheart, I’m so close,” he said. As were you. He nibbled on your ear and kissed below it. You could feel his thrusts grow uneven. If he wasn’t tired before, surely he was now. You had no idea how such a sleepy man could become so horny so quickly.
Leon’s noises grew louder and more unsteady as he nearly finished inside you, before realizing he hadn’t confirmed with you. “Let me…” He started, trying to pull himself out of you.
“Please,” You said, stopping him. “Inside…” You muttered.
“Is it…” He spoke.
“Yes, please Leon,” At the moment you confirmed he could stay inside, your husband let out a breathy moan. He placed his head against your neck again.
At this point, Leon was plunging into you with such fervor that your hips were clashing. Though his pace wasn’t fast, it was hard.
Soon, you felt Leon’s grip on your waist tighten. You clawed up and down his back, feeling your own release imminent. At once, you heard Leon groan loudly and felt hot liquid fill you. This sensation immediately pushed you over the edge. You came hard around him, fluttering and squeezing him dry. Your nails dug into his back as you held him tightly.
Your husband exhaled deeply as he pulled out of you slowly. You whimpered at the loss. “Definitely tired now, huh?” Leon nodded, his eyes closing. You shakily moved over to turn the shower off. You reached outside the shower and grabbed each of you a towel. You held Leon by his hand and led him to the bed, forcing him to sit. You went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of his boxers, and you a large t-shirt. You threw the boxers at him and he put them on lazily. As he did so, you dropped your towel and slipped on the t-shirt. Leon handed you his damp towel and you brought both his and yours back to the bathroom.
When you returned, your husband was already crawling into bed. You walked on either side and turned out each of the lamps, creating a dark scene merely lit by the moon outside. You joined him beneath the sheet, shuffling closer to him. As you found your position—flat on your back—you turned your head and watched as Leon struggled to keep his eyes open. “Come here,” You said. Leon did so quickly. You opened your arms to him and he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your torso.
Your fingers found his scalp and began massaging it, and soon your husband would be fast asleep.