Mrs Johnson welcomes Mark home from a trip

Elena arrived home just after 6 pm, her body feeling loose and warm from the deep tissue massage. Her shoulders were finally relaxed, but the long, skilled hands on her skin had left a different kind of heat simmering inside her. She found Mark in the living room, freshly home from the airport, unpacking his suitcase in front of the newly painted walls.

“Welcome home,” she said softly, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Mark turned and kissed her. “You look… different. Relaxed. Did you do something while I was away?”

Elena smiled mysteriously. “I had a good massage today. My shoulders feel much better.”

She took his hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom without another word. The evening light filtered through the curtains as she slowly undressed him, kissing his neck and chest. Mark seemed surprised by her initiative but responded eagerly.

Elena pushed him gently onto his back on the bed. She stripped out of her sundress, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Climbing on top of him, she straddled his hips and took his cock in her hand, stroking him until he was fully hard.

“I missed you,” she whispered, lowering herself onto him slowly.

She rode him sensually, rolling her hips in long, deep waves. Her hands rested on his chest as she moved, eyes locked on his. There was no rush — just smooth, deliberate grinding, squeezing him inside her with every roll. Her full breasts swayed gently above him as she leaned forward to kiss him, her hair falling around their faces.

“You feel so good,” Mark groaned, gripping her hips.

Elena smiled and sat up straighter, riding him with more purpose. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze as she moved faster, her wetness coating his shaft. The massage had left her skin extra sensitive, and every slide of him inside her felt electric. She came first — a long, shuddering orgasm that made her moan deeply, clenching around him.

But she wasn’t finished.

Elena climbed off him, her pussy glistening. She leaned over and kissed him again, deeper this time.

“Turn over, baby,” she whispered against his lips.

Mark hesitated for a second, surprised. Elena had never taken control like this before. But something in her calm confidence made him obey. He rolled onto his stomach.

Elena reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a sleek black strap-on harness with a medium-thick, curved dildo she had bought weeks ago but never used with him. She fastened it around her hips while Mark watched over his shoulder, breathing faster.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice husky.

“I want to make you feel as good as I’ve been feeling,” she said softly, kissing down his spine. “Just relax for me.”

She spent several minutes warming him up — massaging his ass, licking and fingering him with plenty of lube until he was moaning into the pillow and pushing back against her hand. When he was ready, Elena positioned herself behind him, pressing the slick tip of the dildo against his tight hole.

She entered him slowly, inch by inch, one hand stroking his back while the other reached underneath to stroke his cock. Mark groaned loudly as she filled him, the sound equal parts shock and pleasure.

“That’s it,” Elena purred, bottoming out inside him. “Take it for me.”

She began to thrust — slow and sensual at first, then deeper and more confident. The sight of her husband beneath her, taking her strap-on, sent a powerful rush through Elena. She gripped his hips and fucked him with steady, deliberate strokes, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.

Mark was rock hard in her hand, moaning helplessly with every thrust against his prostate. Elena leaned over his back, kissing his neck as she fucked him harder.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” she whispered. “Let go for me.”

Mark came hard with a deep, guttural groan, spilling onto the sheets while Elena continued gentle thrusts through his orgasm. Only when he was spent did she slowly pull out, remove the harness, and pull him into her arms.

They lay tangled together, breathing heavily. Mark looked dazed, flushed, and strangely peaceful.

“I… wasn’t expecting that,” he murmured against her chest.

Elena stroked his hair tenderly. “There are a lot of things changing, Mark. I’m not the same woman you left behind two weeks ago.”

He was quiet for a long moment, then kissed her softly.

“I can see that.”

Elena smiled in the dim light, holding her husband close while her mind already wandered to what other new desires she might bring home next.