Cheering Up Cheerilee

The smell of vegetables flowed through the kitchen as you continued to cut them into smaller and smaller pieces. A smile was plastered across your face, and you sighed with contentment as you continued with the preparation of your meal. Cooking had always been relaxing to you, and today was no exception. There was just something about making these meals for others that you just loved, though you could never put it into words as to why that was. With the onions and carrots done, you moved over to pick out a pair of large potatoes, ready for boiling. However, no sooner had you approached them when you began to hear the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening. Turning, you put your vegetable knife down for the time being and walk out of the kitchen, entering the front room of your home. There, a smile crept upon your face once more as you saw who it was that had arrived. Clad in the somewhat casual attire of a teacher, this was none other than your beloved wife, Cheerilee. Though the two of you had not been wed for very long, you nevertheless adored her with all your heart, and thus, the sight of her brought joy to you. Unfortunately, that joy was spoiled somewhat when you see that she had a look of utter frustration upon her face. You knew it was dangerous territory, but even so, you spoke cheerfully as you greeted her.

"Welcome home, honey! Did you have a nice day at the school?"

Turning to you, Cheerilee glared angrily somewhat.

"Ugh!" she snorted.

A worried look grew on your face as you kept your eyes on her.

"Ah...that bad, was it?"

Raising a hand, Cheerilee began to nurse one of the temples on her head, before walking over to a nearby chair beside the door and sitting upon it.

"I'm sorry, dear. It's just...that job kills me sometimes. If it's not the students, it's all the paperwork from the higher-ups. And if it's not that, then it's some weird, magical whatsits from another dimension."

You raise an eyebrow, thinking your wife must have been joking with that last one, but you nevertheless kept smiling.

"Well...I'm sorry to hear you've been having a hard time, love. Would...would you like some tea perhaps?"

Turning to you, Cheerilee gained a look that one might have if they were to look upon an angel.

"Oh! I swear, you're a saint sometimes! Yes, please, some tea would do me wonders right now!"

You give her a sympathetic nod and a smile at that, heading back into the kitchen to fetch her the desired drink. After a few minutes had passed, and the tea had been properly prepared, you pour your wife a nice hot cup before carefully bringing it back out into the hallway. There, Cheerilee, still sitting in the chair, and seen fit to take her brown boots off, revealing the long white socks she wore underneath. At this present moment, she was nursing one foot in particular, which was no doubt strained from having to be standing up all day. As she saw you approach with the promised tea, she gave you a smile before graciously accepting it from you. As she blew on the tea to cool it off, you grabbed another small chair and moved it over to hers, sitting down beside her as she began to drink.

"Ah! So much better! Thank you, honey."

You nod in response.

"You've had a hard day. It's the least I can do."

Cheerilee gave a brief chuckle at that before downing some more of her tea. You wait beside her, patiently watching her finish her drink, after which she set her cup aside from the time being. With that done, she looked to you in a loving manner.

"I thank you for lending me your ear, sweetie, but surely you don't want to spend the next hour listening to my problems."

But you raise a hand, stopping her.

"Quite the reverse, Cheerilee. You say you've had a hard time? Then by all means, tell me about it."

Hearing that, the young woman raised an eyebrow.

"I swear, you're so chivalrous, sometimes it's like you just popped out of a fairy tale or something."

You laugh together with her at that, only to be stopped when she let out a wince of pain, reaching up and grabbing into a spot on her shoulder. Seeing the concern in your face, she put on a smile for your benefit.

"Oh, don't worry about me, honey. Just a little stress in my shoulders. Nothing to worry about."

But, being the kind of husband you were, you disagreed with that sentiment immediately. Rather than simply let her put up with this ache, you got up from your chair, moved around behind Cheerilee's, and then, before she could say anything, raised both hands to her shoulders and started to gently massage her there. Although she, at first, opened her mouth to protest, she soon started letting out sighs of contentment. Clearly, your work here was yielding fruit, which was good, since you honestly didn't know if this was actually going to work. But, luckily for you, it did, and your wife was becoming more and more relaxed with every passing moment. You smiled at seeing her like this, like the stress of the day simply hadn't been there for her. About five minutes passed by and, before you could say or do anything, you watch as Cheerilee suddenly got up from her chair, spun around, and rushed forward to plant her lips on yours. Although you were taken aback by this, the feel of your wife's lips did a lot to make you not care about how out-of-nowhere it was. Like her, you closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around her and holding her close to you as you continued your impromptu make-out session together. You didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually, she finally parted form you, looking into your eyes with an undeniably sultry look.

"You...me...bed...now!"

At that, you found yourself somewhat at a loss for words.

"Really? Right now? You sure you don’t want to relax or...?"

But, as if to answer your question, she leaned forward and began locking lips with yours, even giving you a little bit of tongue-play to seal the deal. After a few moments of that, she parted from you, giving a slight smirk as you cleared your throat slightly.

"Well...to bed then."

At that, your wife grabs onto your wrist and, with a great amount of strength on her part, drags you haplessly to the stairs, which the two of you practically ran up. After that, it didn't take much longer before you reached your bedroom, which Cheerilee burst open by way of an almighty kick with her leg. Dragging you in, though with a great deal of willingness on your part, she slammed the door behind you, pushing you onto the nearby bed. Now on your back, you watch as, button-by-button, she begins to remove the brown over-vest she wore. Excitement built up within you as you continued to watch your wife unclothe, having moved to her white shirt. Button after button came undone, until finally, she stripped it off, revealing the bra she were underneath, coloured much like her hair was. Needless to say, you rather enjoyed the sight, but the moment was short-lived as she looked to you with a somewhat disapproving look on her face.

"So...am I the only one getting naked tonight, honey, or are you going to be joining me?"

You shake yourself out of your trance-like state, immediately getting to work in removing your own clothing. Shirt, pants, shoes, the whole lot soon found itself discarded beside your bed. And when you were done, you looked upon your wife once more, who had managed to also become completely nude in the time since she spoke to you. To your eyes, she truly was a beauty, with curves in all the right places, not to mention all the signs of slight muscle that showed how seriously she took her personal fitness. Cheerilee herself really seemed to enjoy the way you were looking at her, and so began to slowly make her way over to you, swaying her hips slightly as she did so. As one might expect in a situation like this, you soon found your "little friend" standing at attention, which cased your lovely wife to smile in an even more sultry manner. Eventually, she crawled onto the bed to join you, making her way over until she was right on top of you. She was going to be the one in charge in the bedroom tonight, and to you, that was no problem whatsoever. She leaned down, planting a far gentler kiss upon your lips before rearing up again and speaking in a confident manner.

"Ready, love?"

In response, you smirk slightly,

"For you, my dear? Anything."

With a smirk on her own lips, Cheerilee got to work, positioning herself over you in a manner that had your tip lining up perfectly with her own opening. She paused for a moment, watching you with glee at the sheer anticipation of the moment. And then, almost immediately afterwards, she lowered her hips, doing so gently so she could feel you going into her. Millimetre after millimetre, you went deeper and deeper inside her, and all the while, a look of pure ecstasy was upon her face, with her biting her lower lip, presumably to keep herself from moaning at this early stage. In time, this movement came to its inevitable conclusion, as you soon found yourself pressed up against her back wall. Having gone as far as she could, she opened her eyes and leaned forward, giving you another kiss. But, as soon as that was done, she began to gyrate her hips, practically swivelling on your member, which, as you’d expect, was a motion that sent veritable electric shocks of pleasure though you. Unlike your wife, you had no such issue with letting out moans at this point, though she seemed more than happy about having caused this in you.

But now, the real fun began, as she reared up once more before, ever so slowly, moving her hips up and down, bringing you out of her and then in, always in a gentle manner. It was slow at first, a clear sign that she wanted this to last as long as possible, and if that was the case, then you were adamant that you weren't just going to let her do all the work in this. Raising your hands, you gently hold onto her breasts, massaging them carefully. In contrast to her earlier discipline, Cheerilee finally let out a moan, showing obvious enjoyment of what you were doing to her. As the two of you looked into each other's eyes, there was nothing but love there. And it was here that Cheerilee upped her game, moving her hips more rapidly than before. Realising this, you moved your hands down, holding onto her hips and, as she moved you into her, tried your best to hold her there, revelling in the feeling of being so deep into your wife. But Cheerilee, at this point, was always able to pull free, continuing her motions, growing more and more rapid with each passing moment.

"Oh...oh...oh yes! That's it!"

Then, before you had the chance to react, Cheerilee lunged forward, grabbed onto both of your shoulders, and then, with an almighty motion, spun the two of you around, so now SHE was laying on her back, with you on top. And, to make sure you stayed in that position, she swiftly wrapped her legs around your waist, crossing her ankles behind your back, holding you in place and keeping you close. Although taken aback by this, you see the almost pleading look in her eyes soon afterwards.

"My love...take me...NOW!!!"

Now, not being one to disappoint your wife, you give her a smile and a nod, starting your own thrusts. Much like Cheerilee's motions, they were slow and gentle, but nevertheless pushed against her back wall, eliciting loud moans on her part. You did this several times, each thrust more powerful than the last. The two of you together continued to grunt fiercely with every moment of this, and sure enough, there soon reached a point where, after many thrusts, you began to feel an inevitable build-up inside you.

"Cheerilee...I'm...I'm going to..."

But you didn't finish, for Cheerilee already knew.

"It's okay, honey. I'm...I'm almost there too!"

And that was all the permission you needed. You doubled your efforts, thrusting faster and faster, all while your wife assumed your previous task of massaging her breasts, rubbing them in an effort to bring herself to climax even faster. You felt the heat in you growing more and more with every movement, until, at last, you finally reached that great height. You and your wife screamed out together in pure bliss as you let forth your load, filling her up almost entirely. As the moments passed, and you slowly began to come down from that high place, the two of you panted furiously, having practically exhausted yourselves with the sheer amount of effort you'd thrown into this. But, rather than simply collapsing, you kept your position, waiting until the very last drop was out of you, then slowly pulling out, making absolutely sure not to make the motion uncomfortable for Cheerilee. Once out of her, you lay on your side next to her, continuing to pant alongside her. As you did this, you looked to each other in a loving way, having both clearly enjoyed this experience you'd shared. It took a while, but in the end, Cheerilee regained some of her spent energy, inching closer to you before, very briefly, planting a quick kiss upon your lips.

"Thank you, honey. I really needed that."

A chuckle escapes you before you respond.

"Well, if you'll pardon me for saying so, dear...I'm always here in case you need me."

A sly look crossed her face before she responded to that.

"You may regret that promise, honey. The way things have been at the school lately, I may just need to call upon your...services...a bit more regularly."

With some confusion, you raised an eyebrow.

"Um...how regularly are we talking?"

In a sultry manner, Cheerilee raised her hand and gently caressed the side of your face.

"Well...I think every afternoon should suffice."

In the inevitable silence that followed, you looked to her, seeing the genuineness in which she'd said that, leading to, perhaps, the only thing you could have said in response.

"Ah...oh my."