The doors were locked, the customers were gone, the blinds were down, and Sugar Cube Corner had finally finished its run for the day. As the sun set beyond the horizon, Mrs Cake, at long last, finally had a moment to herself, and in the calm and relaxing silence of the now-empty shop, she used that moment to clear away much of what had been left behind. Plates, cups, anything that needed to be put away, she put away. And, as she was busy with one pile of plates, carefully storing them away in a nearby cupboard, she found herself slightly taken aback when, all of a sudden, she felt someone embrace her from behind. Slowly, a smile crept onto her lips.
"Evening, sweetie."
A chuckle was heard.
"And to you, honey-bun.
Her husband was holding her gently, his hands clasped just above where her navel would have been, and as Mrs Cake enjoyed the warmth of being held this way, she bit her lower lip at the feel of the man slowly kissing her neck.
"Oh...sweetie...we've got cleaning up to do."
Another small laugh.
"I know...but I felt you'd worked so hard today, it'd be worth to give you a little...appreciation."
She knew exactly what he was talking about right now. One didn't have a marriage this long without reading between the lines. But Mrs Cake was, in her private moments, a sly one, and her smile became a smirk as she coyly played innocent.
"Oh, I'm not sure. I was thinking of just baking a nice cake this evening..."
She slowly turned her head, looking over her shoulder to the face of her husband.
"...one filled with soft, and plentiful...cream."
The man's breathing became heavier, and he knew what she was doing. Still, she continued.
"It is nice though, isn't it? Something empty that longs to be filled...and then along comes something that goes into it just perfectly, as though it was meant to be there? The satisfaction, the feeling of being so utterly full of that good and sweet..."
However, it appeared as though her words were far more effective than she'd suspected, as Mr Cake suddenly spun her right around, planting his lips upon hers and taking her into a deep and passionate kiss. Mrs Cake, who was more than happy at having caused such an early reaction in her husband, eased into it fairly swiftly herself, and before long the two even had a fair deal of tongue-play going on. After a minute though, their lips parted, and through heavy breathing, she spoke the words that were on both of their minds.
"Bedroom...now!"
With the strength of ten, Mr Cake lifted his beloved wife up, carrying her in the manner of a bride. He moved with ease through the back rooms of their shop, and right up the stairs. Mrs Cake was not a light woman, it had to be said, yet one could be forgiven now, looking at the two of them and the way Mr Cake was carrying her, that she was as light as a feather. Before long, the door of their bedroom was kicked down revealing the large and soft bed beyond, and with grace and care, Mrs Cake was set down upon it. As she watched her husband begin to yank off his apron and shirt, she too began to undress, kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her outfit. Soon, she opened herself, revealing her pink bra and panties underneath, before looking to her lover with pure desire.
"...Take me."
The permission lit a fire in the man, and he finally, after having discarded the last of his own clothing, knelt onto the bed, before crawling on top of his wife. They resumed their make-out session, and as this went on, Mr Cake reached around as best he could, unclasping the back of her bra with expert-level dexterity. Mrs Cake too got to work, using her free hand to try and slide down her panties, before promptly kicking them off with one leg. Soon, this level of excitement had caused the expected readiness in both of them, with Mr Cake engorging and Mrs Cake starting to moisten. As they again ceased their kissing, she looked into his eyes with nothing short of a lustful hunger.
"Get...in...me."
And that was one instruction nobody would have been willing to refuse. With great gentleness, he slid into her, her opening yearning to again take in the one it had experienced so many times before. Mrs Cake's mouth opened, and she moaned with pleased, her plump thighs instinctively lifting up and wrapping around the man's waist. Her feet met each other on the other side and her toes interlocked, making sure she had a strong grip on him.
"You're not getting away, sweetie," she said soothingly.
Mr Cake chuckled.
"Oh, like I'd even want to."
Banter over, he slowly pulled out, then moved back in, slowly at first, savouring every single moment of being inside of the woman he loved. Mrs Cake too revelled in this feeling, wiggling and gyrating her own hips in tandem with her husband's movements. They had done this many times, and so they had a complete understanding of the other, moving with such synergy that it would not have surprised anyone to learn that they did this every day. They continued to please the other, Mr Cake continuing his withdrawals and penetrations, while Mrs Cake kept her leg-grip on him, swivelling in order to make sure their "down-below union" was as titillating as humanely possible. To add to this, Mr Cake leaned closer, taking a moment to give his wife's bosom a good and gentle squeeze with his free hand. Naturally, Mrs Cake appreciated this to no end, as evidenced by her greater and greater moans of pleasure.
After a while though, it became clear that they were both reaching their limit. They would have wanted to go on like this forever, never leaving one another or parting from this explicit union. Alas, they were only human, and before long they finally crossed their respective finish lines. Mr Cake groaned as he felt his plentiful fluids pour into her, and Mrs Cake, in turn, screamed in ecstasy upon receiving it. They panted and breathed heavily, their bodies glistening with the sweat of their efforts. Minutes passed and they eventually cooled off, at which point Mr Cake finally pulled out of her, albeit very slowly. So, they laid there, staring lovingly into one another's eyes, their smiles ones of utter adoration. And after a while, Mr Cake leaned closer, giving her one last tender kiss on the lips.
"Love you, honey-bun."
She smiled back, returning the kiss.
"Love you too, sweetie."
