Finally Home

โ€œAlright fellas, I’m gonna head out before the wife finds someone to replace me.โ€ Frankie Wallace said as they stood up from the desk.

 

The men currently crowding Frankieโ€™s desk laughed before patting Frankie on the back whilst playfully telling them to hurry.

 

Sore as all hell, and ready to be in their bed, Frankie had to practically drag themselves to the locker room of the station. After grabbing their duffle bag, they made their way to their car, high fiving and saying good night to a couple co-workers on the way. When they finally made it to the car they cranked the car to life and called their wife.

 

โ€œHi baby.โ€ Her voice was a warm wave washing over Frankie and pulling them in.

 

โ€œAhh, Iโ€™ve missed you so much. Sorry I havenโ€™t called I just been-โ€

 

โ€œSaving the world. I know.โ€ She said.

 

Frankie laughed. Theyโ€™d heard so many horror stories from the guys at the station of their wives leaving them or stepping out on them because they couldnโ€™t handle the demands of the job, but Frankieโ€™s wife Angel, was a God sent; with quite the fitting name. She never fussed or got mad when Frankie came home late. Never complained when theyโ€™d come home too tired to stand and just dumped all their gear off at the door. All she ever asked is that Frankie not leave their gun out for their four year old to find; and being the responsible gun owner they were, Frankie never did.

โ€œBut hurry up and get your ass home. Iโ€™ve got a surprise.โ€ She said, her voice low and seductive. 

 

Perking up at the order, Frankie gave a โ€˜yes maโ€™amโ€™ and a mock salute, despite her not being able to see them, and ended the call. 

 

The notion that Angel had something at home waiting for them was enough to carry Frankie all the way home. Pulling into the driveway, they threw their car into park and killed the engine before jumping out of the car; theyโ€™d get their gear later.

 

Making their way into the house they were hit with the sweet smell of vanilla and the soft hum of R & B. This could only mean one thing.

 

Before they could even finish their thought, their goddess of a wife appeared at the top of the stairs. Dressed in a long black silk robe Angel stood at the top of the stairs. With the robe left open, Frankie was able to see the red, very see-through bodysuit. With her matching sky high heels, Angel was quite the site.

 

โ€œH-hi.โ€ Frankie stuttered, looking up at their wife.

 

โ€œIโ€™ve missed you.โ€ Angel said. 

 

Frankie nodded.

 

โ€œI can tell.โ€ They laughed.

 

Bending her finger in a โ€˜come here โ€™ motion she beckoned Frankie.

 

Without question Frankie climbed the stairs, making their way up to their wife. Then, when they finally reached the final step, they gently rested their hands on her hips and looked into her chocolatey brown eyes.

 

โ€œHi.โ€ They said again, their heart hammering against their ribs.

 

โ€œYou said that already.โ€ Angel laughed, running her hands up their chest.

 

Frankieโ€™s eyes fluttered close. All day theyโ€™d been dreaming of her touch, and now that her hands were on them, it was pure bliss.

 

Leaning forward, Angel trailed a line of kisses up Frankieโ€™s neck, reaching their ear.

โ€œHow about you take a shower and then meet me in the bedroom.โ€ She suggested, causing Frankieโ€™s hand to tighten on her hip.

 

โ€œI donโ€™t wanna be without you.โ€ They complained, causing Angel to laugh.

 

โ€œI have to get the room ready. Itโ€™ll only be a couple minutes.โ€ She promised.

 

Sighing, Frankie made their way to the bathroom where they began stripping. Then, after adjusting the water to the right temperature, they climbed inside.

 

The warm water running down Frankie’s body was almost enough to cause an orgasm. Standing there, they allowed their muscles to loosen up before grabbing their washcloth and lathering it up. Then, once they were sure they were squeaky clean, Frankie exited the shower, wrapping themself in a towel. Thereafter they made their way into the bedroom.

 

The room was dark, the only light coming from the vanilla scented candles. The soft hum of R & B filled the air, as their goddess of a wife entered the room.

 

โ€œLie face down.โ€ She instructed. 

 

Doing as they were told, Frankie lied on the bed. Turning their head, they watched their wife float around to her side of the bed and grab a bottle that had been sitting on the nightstand. 

 

โ€œCan you hold out your arm for me?โ€ Angel asked sweetly.

 

Doing as she asked, Frankie offered up their arm. A moment later they felt a warm liquid drip down onto their arm.

 

โ€œToo hot?โ€ She asked.

 

โ€œPerfect.โ€ Frankie replied.

 

A moment later, Frankie heard two thuds, most likely Angelโ€™s heels falling, before the bed shifted. Straddling Frankieโ€™s back, Angel dripped the warm liquid down their back. Then, working the oil into their skin, Angel ran her hands over Frankieโ€™s entire back.

 

โ€œFuck.โ€ They groaned, practically melting into the bed. 

 

With every stroke of Angelโ€™s thumbs, Frankie felt more and more relaxed and wound up all at the same time; And the warmth of Angelโ€™s center resting on their lower back wasnโ€™t helping with the situation either. So when she rose up to get more oil, Frankie quickly flipped over, causing Angel to squeal in surprise. 

 

โ€œHey! Iโ€™m not done.โ€ She pouted.

 

Frankie sat up.

 

โ€œWe can finish later.โ€ They said, threading their fingers through her hair. 

 

Pulling her forward, Frankie kissed their wife. Their mouths collided, and Frankie wasted no time; as their tongue found hers, Frankie and Angel battled for dominance and Angel eventually won; It didnโ€™t really matter to Frankie though, all they cared about was finally getting what theyโ€™d been dreaming of all day.

 

As Angel continued to kiss them, Frankie began undressing her. Undressing Angel was like unwrapping a present, only instead of ripping through the wrapping paper, Frankie took their time, pulling the body suit off slowly; Besides, Angel would kill them if they ruined her lingerie. Once she was fully naked, Frankie snaked their way down the bed, settling between her legs. Inhaling, their mouth practically watered at the smell of her. All day they had been dreaming of her taste, and now it was finally time. Moving forward, Frankie dove face first into their wifeโ€™s pussy. With their finger spreading her open, they ran their tongue up her slit, causing Angel to fist the sheets as her body shot up from the bed.

 

โ€œFrankie!โ€ Angel practically sang.  

 

Her legs shook as Frankie swirled their tongue inside of her. With every swipe of Frankieโ€™s tongue, Angel released a string of profanities. Frankie took her higher and higher until there was nowhere else to go but crashing back to earth. 

 

As she exploded around Frankieโ€™s fingers, Angelโ€™s back arched, her hands finding Frankieโ€™s hair. Holding their face against her, Angel screamed out their name, her body coming apart at the seams. Wave after wave, her orgasm ripped through her until she was a jelly-like mess. 

 

After wiping their mouth with the sheets, Frankie sat up and smirked.

 

Looking down at their wife, they watched as her chest rapidly rose and fell.

 

โ€œRound one.โ€ They said with a devilish grin.

 

Theyโ€™d give her some time to recover before taking her again.  


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