Raven was sure that the man before her was not her husband, no way her nice and quiet Ro was the one exuding this dominance. Not to mention how he had all-out dragged her to their living room after grumbling something along the lines of, "the neighbors might see what is mine."
She was in nothing but her underwear standing before Rowan who was still in his neat black suit from work and was seated in his favorite chair looking at him with a blank look on his face. Suddenly she remembered that she just weighed herself a few weeks ago and let us just say that her body isn't twenty anymore.
"I am not so comfortable being naked," Raven confessed wrapping her hands around her stomach, trying to hide from her husband's eyes.
After waiting for her husband to say something, she started getting pissed as doubts turned to anger.
"I am going upstairs." She announced turning to leave.
" Sit. " Rowan ordered making Raven turn back towards him, tears balancing in her eyes.
" What? " Raven asked, honestly confused at her husband's words as she hurriedly wiped tears from her face.
" Sit. " He repeated in a more gentle tone, pointing at his lap.
"Where? There?!" Raven exclaimed, baffled at her husband's order.
"You do know that I am not that small anymore right?" She joked laughing at the idea of her husband wanting to hold her.
"Sit." Was all he replied with making Raven huff at his order.
"Fine! But don't start complaining about how heavy I am." She warned, settling on his lap with both her legs opposite each other her breasts to his face.
With hands on her waist, Rowan shifted her so that her pussy was squarely on his clothed dick. Raven gasped as her already-played with her clit felt each pulse and jerk that happened underneath his trousers.
Rowan let his hands steadily creep up on his wife's back till they meet with her bra that was preventing him from seeing his wife's heavy breasts. Oh, how he has longed to taste them, to play with her nipples licking them biting them pinching them, making his wife let out all kinds of sounds. He just loved how sensitive they were but not as much as feeling his wife squirm underneath his touch.
"Uhm, I hope I am not heavy." His wife's worried tone drew him out of the lust-induced haze that made him bury his face into the valley of her breast.
Why was she worried? Right now all he can think about is her sexy body but she is worried about her weight affecting him. When did she begin fighting these doubts and how could he allow these doubts to fester and grow till they clouded her? He could not have that at all. He decided as he stood up from the chair making his wife squeak at the action.
" Put me down! We are both going to fall!" His wife shouted wrapping her hands around him. But Rowan paid no mind to his wife's protest as he continued walking to the bedroom. Locking the door behind them he slammed her back to the door releasing his dick from his trousers and in one fast motion, pushing her panties to the side and burying himself into her ignoring her protests of "too fast, too hard."
"Take it." was all he said.
