Coming Home to Fluttershy

by BrightDawn

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1748

You come from work. Your wife Fluttershy helps you unwind.

A little story tangentially inspired by a rule 34 picture about a perverted wife pleasing her husband.

Published 2017-10-14 21:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-14 21:50:06 UTC

A footrub for a tired husband

"I'm sorry I'm late from work again, Fluttershy. Another meeting dragged out."

"It's okay." she answered without the slightest hint of accusation.

Still, you felt guilty. You had spend so little time with her and the kids lately.

"Want me to warm up dinner for you?"

"Sure."

You were hungry in more ways than one. You stared at her shapely ass and double D breasts in a way that a lion would stare at a zebra as she took a tupperware box out of the fridge and put it in the microwave. When she turned around and noticed you, she blushed. That she still did that despite you being together for 9 years amazed you.

"How are the kids?"

"They're sleeping. They were little angels as always."

They were too much like you to be anything close to angels. They were two little assholes, just like their dad. That Fluttershy managed to keep them in line so effortlessly spoke as a testament to her talent as a stay at home mom.

The microwave went off. She proudly served her newest creation. It was some rice dish you didn't know the name of.

"You like it? It's paella." she said proudly as you took the first bite.

"I love it." you said enthusiastically and continued eating.

She then sat silently next to you and watched you eat. Not wanting to make things awkward you placed your arm around her and held her tightly as you continued eating. Your hand almost instinctively found its way to her breast and started fondling it. She started blushing yet again.

"Dear..." she managed to stammer out after a while.

"Yes, Fluttershy?" you asked innocently.

"Do you want a footrub?"

"Why yes, I would definitely appreciate that." you said, pretending to not know where this was going and let her go.

She got under the table. She removed your shoes and socks and gently started massaging your feet. Her soft hands on your rugged skin felt delightful. She placed her nose against your left foot and took an audible whiff.

"You poor thing, you really had a long and hard day at work, din't you?"

You din't understand why blush-because-my-husband-looked-at-me Fluttershy would ever do such a thing and you were guessing she didn't either. You were just enjoying the degrading little show she was putting on for you.

By the time you were done with dinner, her massage had been joined by kisses. You looked under the table. She yet again blushed.

"Don't tell me you're getting off on giving your husband a relaxing foot massage like some kind of pervert."

"No..." she squeaked.

Pretending to believe the most unconvincing lie in the universe, you sat back straight. Her kisses turned into tiny licks. It tickled, but you suppressed the urge to move. After gathering enough courage, Fluttershy took your left big toe in her mouth and started sucking. You waited just the round amount of time for her to lose herself in her perverse act. Then you looked under the table again. Her eyes were closed and she was too lost in the moment to notice you.

"AHEM!"

Fluttershy jumped up a bit, your toe popping out of her mouth. Her head almost hit the table.

"I think somebody was getting off."

"No... I wasn't..."

"Get up from under there."

She obeyed.

"Strip."

She slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. You leaned back and enjoyed the show. She was deliberately stalling.

"Chop chop, Fluttershy." you commanded.

She picked up the pace. After her shirt she removed her bra. Despite having had two kids, her breasts were almost as perky as the first time you had met her. They were the reason you had ever given such a shy little pushover like her a chance. Your night together was supposed to be a one night stand. After that night she had gotten up before you, made you breakfast and cleaned up for you, thus you had decided that it wouldn't hurt to keep her around for another day or two. It just clicked, despite your differences. That day or two had turned into until death do us part.

"Continue."

With shame in her eyes Fluttershy unbuttoned her jeans and slit them down to reveal her soaking lace panties. The smoking gun you needed to prove her "crimes".

"So, not only did you get off on giving me a footrub, you lied about it too!"

"I'm sorry, please don't punish me."

"Finish stripping."

Fully removing her jeans and and panties, Fluttershy just stood before you awkwardly, unsure what to do with herself.

"Get the cane."

"Please, no!" she pretended to protest.

She almost ran to the secret drawer and returned with the aforementioned cane as well as a ballgag.

"You don't want to wake the kids, huh? How considerate of you."

You picked her up and laid her on the table. You felt like a torturer with a strapped down victim. You slowly started playing with her nipples using your cane. Her eyes watched in a mix of fear and desire. Then they were replaced with relief and disappointment as you broke contact and turned around as if you had forgotten something. And just as she had calmed down...

SMACK!

A beautiful welt appeared on her left breast, a slightly darker shade of pink than her hair. Fluttershy screamed into her gag. Perfect. Just as you had planned.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

3 more welts. You had tortured Fluttershy from the very first night. It wasn't the pain that was the main cause of the gagged screaming. It was her being taken by surprise. You gave her a moment of rest. Just a split second for her to get herself together and brace herself against your further abuse.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Red welts had now joined the dark pink ones.

"Oh, poor thing. Does that hurt?" you asked in a mocking tone.

Fluttershy nodded. Her eyes were tearing up now. You gave her another hit just for good measure.

"Well, that's what happens to perverted wives." you started to undo her gag "Surely for example you can think of more productive places to suck on in place of my toes."

You lifted her up off the table and placed her before you on her knees. You then unzipped your pants.

"Can I... Can I play with myself while I do it?"

"Why not?" you said nonchalantly.

Slowly Fluttershy started licking your tip and touching yourself. She then took it in her mouth and started sucking. You knew she was holding back.

"Come on, you can help your tired husband to relax better than that, Fluttershy." you scolded.

She started impaling herself on your cock. Her gag reflex was something she had given up long ago for the sake of being a good housewife. She got you down her throat in one go then moved back and looked up at you. You knew what both of you wanted. You grabbed her by her silky hair and started moving her head for her. That had to hurt like hell but that was why both of you liked it so much. You looked down for a bit as you throatfucked her. Her eyes were watering again. Both her hands were going wild between her legs and she was making a puddle on the floor. That last part would be handy for the next thing you were planning. Once you were satisfied with her deepthroating you pulled her head back but kept holding on her hair.

"Which "door" do you want me to use tonight, dear?" you asked.

Fluttershy blushed again and took a moment to think.

"Back."

You turned her around and put her on her hands and knees. She purposefully made herself tighter as you entered her. At first she had only let her fuck her ass to please you. But as time went on, she learned to like it more and more until she purposefully started to ask for it herself.

Her naked asscheeks started slapping against your woolen suit pants, making a quite annoying sound. You were still fully clothed, tie and all. You were in good shape, but it just felt better to do her that way. Her naked, and vulnerable, you fully clothed and in charge. You were sweating like crazy. She'd have to launder and then iron the suit you were wearing for sure, but that was the deal you two got going. You'd bring home the bacon and in return she'd clean up after whatever mess you made. You saw that she was slowly moving her hand to play with herself again.

"Did I give you permission for that?" you scolded.

Startled, she quickly brought her hand back down.

"Now, what do you want to do with yourself?"

"I want to play with myself, please."

You didn't even see her face but you knew she was blushing again.

"Go ahead."

She took full advantage of your permission. You grabbed a handful of her pink hair and picked up the pace. She loved you pulling it, but you were saving the best for last. You were biting your time, waiting for her breathing to show the signs that she was close.

You got them. It took a bit of handiness but you placed your foot on your wife's head and applied some pressure with on it. Fluttershy started lowering it, all the way to the floor, right on the wet spot she had made while deepthroating you. You had purposefully placed her there so this would happen. One side of her face was being soaked by her own juices the other being squished by your foot. This was enough to send her over the edge. She tightened up delightfully as she came, ineffectively muffling herself to not wake the kids. You should have regagged after the blowjob. A few minutes later you finished inside her. Tired, both you just laid down on the floor for just a moment. You hugged her from behind.

"Doing this in the kitchen can't be sanitary." she said, her motherly instincts kicking back in.

You just smirked.

"I'll clean up. You should take a shower and go to bed. You've got another long day ahead of you."

You gave her a tender little kiss on the cheek and did just that.

Author's Note

Tangentially inspired by a rule 34 image but apparently you can't link those here