After long tiring hours of paperwork, meetings, and deadlines, I was finally finished with my tasks at hand and started packing up my things and saying goodbyes to my colleagues as i headed towards the elevator to go down to the underground parking lot, standing between suits as it made its descent.
Heading towards my car, I opened the door and seated myself to put on my seatbelt ready to head home.
To many people, home can have a different purpose and meaning, some people can say it's for shelter and a place to sleep in. For me, it's my happy place, a place where I always go.
For me, home is my wife, Minjeong Yu.
We had dated for four years and currently married for three, and yet I am still smitten and head over heels for her till this day. The butterflies that caused an uproar in my stomach from our first date has never left. It's like my love for her only grows and never stops.
Her soft smile, her contagious laugh, her dimple, her consideration and attentiveness are only the tip of the iceberg of reason I fell in love with her. For me, it was love at first sight, and it was the case for her too.
I finally arrived home and parked in the driveway of our house. Opening the front door, I walked through the foyer and was greeted by the love of my life walking towards me with her arms spread out inviting me for a hug. I engulfed her with my hug as my arms were wrapped around her and my head resting in the crook of her neck, the scent of her shampoo comforting me.
We shared a chaste kiss until she pulls away while giggling, because I wanted more which resulted in me locking her head in between my hands.
"Come on hon, you've had a long day, let's eat dinner." she said with a soft smile, tilting her head to the direction of the dinner table.
"Just one more kiss please?" I pouted.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head but not before granting me my wish. We both walked towards the dinner table, and I, being the gentlewoman that I am, pulled put her chair for her and tucked her in.
"Wow, how well-mannered my wife is." she chuckled.
A smug smile stretched on my lips, " of course, for you its princess treatments only."
My wife only laughed and blew me a kiss before she started cutting up the meat to put on my plate and ladling soup to put in my bowl. I picked up my utensils and started digging in, my eyes widened and grew twice the size as the flavours ruptured harmoniously in my mouth.
"Babe, this is delicious!" I animatedly told her.
"Really? Glad you think so honey." she replied with her trademark smile.
"No babe, you don't understand, this deserves Michelin stars!" I explained earnestly with my hands flailing around which only elicits another chuckle out of Minjeong.
With the way I ate, someone could assume I was starved for a long period of time, and even if that might be partially true, the only reason I was able to eat so well was because it was Minjeong who cooked and fed me. She continuously added more food onto my plate as I carried on eating.
Soon, the dishes on the table were empty as I leaned back against my chair, I sighed happily from a full stomach and rubbed my belly.
“Thanks babe, that was really delicious, even Gordon Ramsay would be scared!” I spoke while stacking the dishes to carry to the sink so I could wash them.
“Oh honey, stop being so silly! Go wash up while I do the dishes.” She reprimanded playfully.
“No, I’ll do the dishes, you go wash up babe.” I replied.
“Honey- “
“We should split the labor babe, I’ll do the dishes because you cooked, you don’t have to do everything, now go wash up.” I cut her off stubbornly.
Knowing she won’t win against me, she rolled her eyes while smiling and murmured an “ok, fine” before heading upstairs.
As Minjeong is getting ready for bed, I was going through the piles of dirty dishes and diligently cleaned before wiping them dry with a towel and putting them in their places afterwards. Once everything in the sink was sorted, I wiped table clean, leaving the kitchen spotless before I walked up the stairs and made a beeline to our master bedroom.
Walking through the door of our bedroom, I saw my wife already settled in bed reading with the book on her lap.
“Hey, finished already?” I asked while grabbing a towel and new set of pajamas to wear.
She looked up with her soft smile, “yeah, just waiting for you.”
“I’ll be quick babe.” I winked at her before going inside the bathroom and closing the door.
I turned on the shower and let the warm water wash all over me and immediately relax all my tense muscles. Afterwards, I pat myself dry and finished off with my skincare routine and oral hygiene, then I put on my pajamas and started drying my hair. All cleaned up, I stepped out of the bathroom and jumped onto the bed next to Minjeong.
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Jimin and Minjeong are now cuddled in bed heading off to dreamland. Their legs tangled and their arms wrapped around each other with Jimin resting her chin on Minjeong’s head and her hand stroking Minjeong’s back un and down. The couple were enjoying the quiet and stillness of the night until she broke the silence.
“Mother called,” she stated, snapping her partner out of her daze.
“What happened?” Jimin asked perplexed, going into her head thinking of the worst case scenarios.
“She asked when we are going to have children, ‘were not getting any younger’ she said,” Minjeong quotes while nonchalantly playing with her wife’s matching necklace.
“Uhm *coughs* w-what…uhh… w-when d-did she ask this?” Jimin stuttered still trying to connect the dots in her head by the bomb her wife casually dropped.
“This afternoon she called me to ask how we’ve been doing and as we were catching up with each other she slipped the question into the conversation, babe.” Minjeong anecdotes.
“W-well d-do you w-want children b-babe? Like were talking m-more than o-one, like multiple, like plural-“
Minjeong cuts of her wife’s rambles with a peck on her lips.
“Yes hon, I want more than one, I want to have a big family with you.”
“Alright, whatever you want babe.” Jimin replied still flustered.
Minjeong, amused by Jimin’s shyness and apparent red cheeks, puts a hand on her jaw and pulls Jimin for a sweet kiss. But sooner or later, what started out as something sweet and wholesome turned very sexual. Moaning into each other’s mouths, Jimin nips her wife’s bottom lip asking for entrance; when given permission, she commences a battle with her tongue while Minjeong crawls on top of Jimin and places herself on top of the semi her wife was sporting under her pajama pants.
Minjeong pulls back out of their make out session to see Jimin looking up breathlessly through hooded eyes, to which Minjeong smirks and leans down to whisper in her ear, “let’s not keep our parents waiting, hm?”
Minjeong pulls off her nightgown above her head then carelessly throws it across the room and lets her breast fall free from its restrictions and leaving herself only with her lacy panties on for her wife to lewd.
“Babe, you’re so gorgeous.” Jimin whimpers, as she wraps her arms around Minjeong’s lower back and pops a nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue and licking her bud. From her tightened grip on Jimin’s shoulders and the increase in volume from her voice, it is evident that Jimin is excellent in pleasuring her wife.
Once Jimin was done giving Minjeong’s twins the same equal treatment, she pulls back and flips them over, trapping her wife under her. Jimin sits up admiring the love of her life with her own naughty hands roaming all over Minjeong’s body from her thighs to her abdomen, not forgetting to give the breasts a soft squeeze. Jimin leans down to give her wife a kiss while rubbing her clothed cock on her wife’s covered cunt.
“Honey, stop teasing.” Minjeong said breathlessly.
Never being able to say no to her partner, Jimin does as she’s told and takes off her wife’s panties not after taking off her own pajamas and boxer.
Jimin gave herself a few strokes and spread her precum all over the mushroom head. With Minjeong being really wet and her patience running thin, she eagerly grabbed her wife’s cock and inserted it inside herself and let Jimin slide with ease till a hilt, erupting a moan from both parties.
No matter how many times they make love, Minjeong just never gets used to Jimin’s humongous size, which often times lead to the couple having to put their movement on pause until her tight canal stretches out enough for their impending intercourse. Being the feisty and impatient person that she is, Minjeong absolutely despises how tight she is, considering how she likes it rough and hard while on the other hand, Jimin prefers it nice and slow as she can take her time admiring her wife in her birthday suit with her lips parted and her eyes half lidded. which is why she doesn’t mind taking breaks in between.
Once there was no restrictions on Jimin’s hot rod, soft moans can be heard in the room accompanied by the creaking noises coming from their bed. The bottom can be seen with her arms around Jimin’s neck silently encouraging her to go faster and harder. Getting the message, she tightens her grip on Minjeong and starts going in and out of her wife’s hole with speed as well as her voice slowly getting louder.
“Yes Jimin…ugh... right there babe!”
Wanting to push her wife to the brink, Jimin continuously hits Minjeong’s g-spot while playing with her breast and simultaneously whispering dirty in Minjeong’s ear.
“You’re clenching around my dick so well hon, are you going to cum?” Jimin asked with a devilish smile.
“Yes b-babe…ah…f-fuck…”
Minjeong’s words become incoherent as her words would keep erupting as a loud moan every time she tried to speak. With her voice bouncing off the four walled bedroom chanting her wife’s name she soon came undone.
“Holy shit…Jimin!”
Seeing Minjeong with her back arched, her eyes rolled back with the light perspiration on her face aroused Jimin so much she can’t help but shoot her release harshly inside of her lover.
Jimin slowed down her movements to calm themselves down from their high and when their rapid breathing turned into slow inhales and exhales, she pulled out and instantly dropped onto the empty space next to her wife.
Tired from the event that happened seconds ago, Jimin was pulling Minjeong closer to her in attempt to cuddle themselves to sleep but Minjeong had other plans and pushed away from Jimin’s grasp and suddenly sat on top her.
“Are you not tired?” Jimin asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I want to have a one hundred percent success rate.” Minjeong winked.