At 5:29 PM, Eliana had everything perfect. Dinner—a small roasted chicken—had just come out of the oven was placed lovingly on the table. The knives were there to one side, ready to cut. It was a man’s job to cut the meat. Sides had been arranged all around the chicken—salad, some fruit, and a few small rolls that Eliana had whipped together so automatically that she was in the middle of their second-rise before she even noticed consciously that she had made them.

Her Husband entered the door precisely at 5:30 PM just as advertised.

Eliana had spent several minutes deciding on how best to present herself. There was a wide array of options.

First was just the question of where to be. On her knees, with her mouth open and ready for service? She loved the submissive angle of that. But at the same time, she was his wife. She wanted to be viewed as someone seriously in love with him, not just a tool ready to be used and disposed of.

So then she imagined herself standing right next to the door, jumping on him the second he entered. Certainly a slightly more equitable position, but then she had to consider her audience! He was coming home from a hard day of work. Didn’t he deserve a few moments to just enjoy the fact of his home?

But then Eliana was a fact of his home as well.

The hall in front of the front door was long and stretched all the way through to the back of the house, opening up to a lovely view of the yard there and the forest beyond. The hallway was marble. Her heels clicked and clacked sharply as she strutted down it.

So she posted herself at the far end of the hall. Posing with one arm up on the wall, legs out, displaying her length. That was one part of the array.

The next was her outfit. The sundress was well and good and quite lovely for a trip out into town. But this was her Husband. He was coming Home. Home was important. Husband was doubly important.

So she needed to make Him feel important.

The second he walked through the door and saw her, he needed to know that he was her entire world. No, he needed to know that he was the fucking Sun, and that she revolved entirely around him.

Heels first. Taller ones than what she wore out and about that day, with long spikes that stretched from her ankle in thin, centimeter-wide sexy stalactites. Then lingerie. Violet and black. Lacy. Sheer over her crotch. A long silk robe to advertise how comfy it would be just to sit with her and hold her tight for a long time.

So at 5:30, he walked through the door and shut it behind him. Looking around the house briefly—clearly wondering where Eliana was.

He looked at her the second she began to strut. The clacking of her heels alerted him. She walked with a model’s confidence. One foot in front of the other. It was so easy for her, like she had done it a thousand times before. Staring him down like he was the only thing in the world. Like he was the perfect, perfect man—the perfect Male—and she had everything a man could possibly want and she had been designed, born, brought here purely to advertise for him in that moment.

This was the kind of lust she purposefully exuded as she approached.

And when she came only inches away from him, she stopped, smiled, and posed. Hands on hips, jutting out her hips and ass. Then spinning so he could look her up and down.

She slipped her arms around his neck and stared him deep in the eyes. “Welcome Home, Husband. I missed you so much.”

It was only saying this that she realized how much she had missed him. He was her everything. She needed him home.

He brought her in with a strong hand, kissing her deeply. Their tongues lashed together for several minutes. His slips slid across hers, down her chin, along her jaw, kissing at her clavicles and shoulders and neck.

It was only after she started massaging her tits into his wandering kisses that she realized she was whimpering and moaning as he worked.

Over and over again she whispered, urgent and loving, “Welcome Home. I’m so glad you’re home. I’m so glad you’re home. Welcome Home…”

He lifted her up onto his waist and then into the wall. Somewhere in there he had unbuckled his pants. His cock was hard already. Eliana felt so proud. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

His cock. The Cock. Hard already. Because he was Home. Because she had greeted him so well.

It would have been perfectly wonderful if he had just patted her head and asked her where dinner was. She would have been ecstatic if he had kissed her a little while. She would have been over the moon if he had pushed her down onto her knees and throatfucked her again like he had that morning.

Instead?

Instead, now, because she had done such a good job as his wife—because she had Welcomed Him Home the way a good wife did—he was taking his beautiful big Cock and shoving it up into her tight, willing, needy, sopping wet pussy. Her heels clacked together as he entered her fully, like a key latching in a lock.

Eliana gasped with the knowledge of his Cock inside her—and also the knowledge that all of a sudden, she was closer to being pregnant than she had ever been.

Was she a virgin?

How could that be. Wasn’t she married already at the start of today?

But why was she so tight? Her pussy felt too tight. And it felt like there was resistance there, a wall he pushed past with his strong, steel-hard Cock—like he had popped her cherry.

These thoughts drowned out quickly in a torrent of sudden orgasming pleasure. His Cock pushed up inside her, inch by inch, and she felt so beautifully fertile. She was such a woman. She deserved this, deserved his Cock bulging her midsection, deserved him crushing her tits against his chest. Her glistening wet folds clamped hard on his Cock, urging him deeper inside her as he pounded her against the wall.

“Oh-oh god!” she moaned. “Oh H-Husband! Husband! Oh fuck, you're so big! You're so fucking big!”

Eliana was tall, her limbs long, but in his arms and against his body she felt like nothing so much as a toy. He was taller, stronger, wider, thicker than her. He was big and she was small and so she had to do what he said and that was the end of the matter.

“Oh my god,” she groaned. “Oh god. My husband has such a big Cock. Your Cock is so fucking big! I’m so lucky! I’m so lucky! I’m such a lucky lucky lucky wife!”

He just fucked her harder. Plaster shaking from the wall. The whole house felt like it was moving. His mouth moving across hers, her chin, her jaw, her long fucking neck.

She needed to be a good wife. She needed his cum inside her. She needed to show him that she could carry his babies. She needed his babies so fucking bad! She gripped harder around his neck, holding him tight, begging him desperately.

“Please cum in me,” she whimpered, her words getting faster and faster. “Please cum in me, please cum in me, pleasecum in me, pleasecum inme, pleasecuminme, pleasecuminmecuminmecuminmememeee!”

She could sense his orgasm lifting up his hips right before the torrent of his seed splashed into her willing, fertile body. As he spurted, ass clenching, he slammed her hard against the wall a final few times. Art fell from nearby shelves. Glass frames shattered and Eliana felt an instant surge of pride at how well she would clean it up for him later.

“Th-thank you, Daddy,” she whispered in his ear. “Thank you, Sir.”

He stepped back from and she slumped to the ground, cum-happy and dazed. Wrapping around his leg. She stared up at him languidly, eyes brimming over with love and lust. Casually a hand rose up and stroked him, easy and gentle, occasionally sliding her lips over his Cockhead to gather up and swallow any remaining cum. He was already hardening. What a Man.

“Holy fuck,” he said. “You’re really something else, babe.”

“Thank you, darling.”

From the dining room, they could hear whimpering. In fact, the whimpering had been happening the whole time—but they had been distracted.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh. That.”

Eliana giggled. She started to get up, and he grabbed her tight and held her at his side. Right away, her hand drifted to his Cock, stroking him once more. He was still hard. What a man. Her Husband was such a man.

“That’s Brenda,” she explained.

“Brenda?”

“Our neighbor’s wife. He hired her out to us?”

“Oh, right. That.”

They walked into the dining room and he took a moment to examine the spread. The food presented. And Brenda, in lingerie.

“Dinner looks delicious,” he said. “But why is Brenda tied up on her knees in front of my chair?”

Eliana looked at him with big, brown eyes. She gave him her best smoldering look, which was very good indeed.

“Why do you think, Husband?” She bit a lip. “I want to talk to you and hear all about your day. But someone has to suck you off during dinner. Isn’t that only appropriate?”

Soon they were sitting down. Brenda, hands bound behind her back, knelt between his legs. Her mouth hot-breathing against his already hard-again Cock. Moaning. Urging. Searching with her lips.

“This is kind of forbidden,” said her Husband. “You’re only supposed to fuck someone else’s wife here if you’re sure you can knock them out of the business.”

“And can’t you?” said Eliana, stroking his hair. “You’re so strong. You’re my Husband, after all…and I’m so beautiful.”

“It was really a coup when I got you.” He looked at her admiringly. She preened. “They said it couldn’t be done. That celebrities…well. Anyway.” He looked down at Brenda. “What do you think, doll? You want a new husband?”

Brenda had been staring and whimpering this whole time at his Cock. Pushing her face against it like a dog at an empty bowl. It was hard and streaming precum.

“C-Cock…” she whimpered. “H-hard Cock…”

Eliana pushed Brenda’s head forward until her lips enveloped his Cockhead. There was no resistance.

“She wants it. She’s been saying all day about how beautiful she thinks I am and how in love with me she is.” Eliana pushed and pulled Brenda’s head up and down his Cock, like she was a living fleshlight. “And there’s no better way to show me how in love with me she is than by giving you pleasure, Husband.”

His head lolled back. “F-fuck. Fuck-ing. O-kay. Wow.”

Brenda made several appreciative noises from between his legs.

“This is kind of a funny coincidence,” he said. “I had a gift for you too.”

“A gift?” Eliana, in her excitement, picked up the pace with Brenda’s head. “For me? Darling. You shouldn’t have. It’s already the greatest gift in the world just to be your wife.”

He leaned over and kissed her deeply. She could taste the dinner she had made for him on his tongue. She was pleased; it was quite savory.

“You’re a doll.”

She smiled indulgently. “I know.”

“God. That attitude of yours…wow. Anyway.”

“A gift.”

She was interested now. She never would have asked for one—she meant it when she said it was such a gift to be the Wife for such an amazing Husband—but now that she knew he had something for her, she was desperate to find out what it was.

“Right. Well, in fact…well. I wasn’t going to do this yet. I didn’t think you were ready.”

Eliana leaned in, pushing Brenda’s head up further into his crotch. He shuddered. Eliana felt gloriously confident.

“I’m ready. Whatever it is.”

“I just meant it’s funny that you brought me a girl here to take. That’s what we do here. That’s the business. We take girls. We reformat them for others. It’s a very select clientele. It takes a lot of work. And so we have to have a happy home life to keep us satisfied.”

Eliana smiled, still forcefully guiding Brenda up and down. “That’s where I come in.”

It felt so nice, at last, understanding more. Her job. He felt comfortable telling her about his job because she had done such a good job at hers!

“It—fuck, that’s so good—yeah. It is. But also, you could help with the work.”

“Help?”

“That’s what I meant. When I said it was funny you brought me a girl. I actually brought you one too. She’s waiting there. In the workshop.”

Eliana’s heart fluttered. She was being asked—being propositioned. Her Husband was being so intimate right now.

“You want me to assist you, Husband?”

“I do.” He smiled. “And call me by name. It’s Samuel.”

The orgasm was sudden. Instant. There was no warning. A tsunami of pleasure that upended every part of herself that she knew. She ground against him, pushing Brenda up high on his Cock. Once it hit, there was no turning back. She was his wife completely, and not just that—he wanted her to be more than his fuckdoll, more than just his trophy.

Hearing his name, being offered to be his partner…

Eliana came harder than she ever had in her life.

She was such a happy wife. She couldn’t wait to find out what he wanted from her.