Chapter 1
My whole life I used to think heaven was something I would witness after I die.
But someone showed me that heaven was right here on earth, in our bedroom.
My wife.
Gosh, she is so beautiful. Just thinking about her sexy figure and her sweet moans intensifying with my every slight thrust makes me hard like a rock.
I did not really have much to look forward to after the office, before I got married. I would always do overtime, come home worn out, eat cup noodles and slump on the couch.
My wife changed that for me.
I seldom do overtime now. I rush to get home just so I can spend time with her, to love her.
The second the front door clicks shut behind me, the stale air of the office drains away. I kick off my shoes without looking, already loosening my tie as I head straight for the bedroom. The hallway is dim, but a warm strip of light spills from under our door. My pulse quickens.
"Tadaima, baby," I call out.
"Okaeri, anata," she answers, her voice already thick with heat.
She steps out of the hallway light and the white shirt clings to every exaggerated curve. Her waist pinches in so sharply it looks like my hands could almost meet around it, but the flare of her hips and the heavy, round swell of her ass more than make up the difference. Thick thighs brush together with each step, soft and full, the kind of thighs that quiver when she walks and spread wide when she wants to be taken. The shirt rides up just enough to show the lower curve of her ass cheeks, pale and plush, jiggling faintly with every movement.
When she rises on her toes to kiss my cheeks, those heavy breasts press against my chest, warm and bare beneath the thin fabric. The ear bite comes next—sharp little teeth sinking into the top of my ear—while her thick ass sways behind her like an invitation. I slide my palms down her sides, fingers digging into that tiny waist before they drop lower to cup the generous globes of her ass. I squeeze hard, spreading her cheeks just enough to feel the heat radiating from between them.
She moans into my mouth as I lift her. Her legs—those thick, powerful thighs—lock around my waist, and her ass settles right over the hard bulge in my pants. Every step toward the bedroom makes her cheeks bounce against my grip. I drop her onto the bed and she lands with a soft, heavy jiggle, thighs parting automatically, the shirt falling open to frame the dramatic contrast of her narrow waist and the wide, plush spread of her hips.
I strip fast, cock springing free, already leaking at the sight of her. She reaches down with both hands, grabs her own ass cheeks, and spreads them for me, showing off how wet she already is. Her thick thighs tremble as I push them wider, settling between them. The head of my cock drags through her slick folds, then I sink in deep, watching her waist curve inward as her back arches off the mattress.
Her ass ripples with every thrust, the heavy flesh bouncing and clapping against my hips. I grip those thick thighs, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and pound harder, watching her tits sway and her waist flex as she takes every inch. She moans louder when I slap one ass cheek, the sound sharp and filthy, the impact making the flesh jiggle before I grab it again and spread her wider.
Her orgasm hits first—her walls fluttering and squeezing, thighs shaking around my waist, ass clenching in my hands. I follow right after, burying myself to the hilt and flooding her with thick ropes of cum while her body milks me. We stay locked together, my hands still roaming over her curves, squeezing and caressing every plush inch of her.
She smiles up at me, breathless, and whispers the words that always bring me home.
