My number one recurring fantasy is coming home after a long day at work and being greeted by my traditional housewife. She takes my clothes, asks how my day has been and if I want a beer to relax with before dinner. She's dressed in a summer dress with nothing else beneath and I can see the outline of her nappies on the fabric.

I go into the living room and turn on the TV, not very interested in what's on but it does help me unwind from the hectic day. My wife comes in with an open beer in her hand, putting it down on the coffee table and leans in to kiss my cheek. She's telling me that the dinner will be done in half an hour and I can feel how starved I am, and not just for food. I place my strong hand on her feminine waist and look her in the eyes as I trail my hand to her rear, gently groping her shapely ass.

She gets the hint. There's no need for words and she gets on her knees before me, gingerly undoing my belt with a pleasant smile on her lips as I collect her hair into a ponytail. She's gorgeous like this. So eager to please her man which is one of the reasons I married her. I lift up my hips and she slides off my jeans, my boxers with them and my erect manhood shoots up like a flagpole. She gives me a warm smile, eyes glittering as she places her delicate hand on my shaft. They're small which only makes my cock look comically large but she starts stroking it just the way I like it, years of experience has given her an expert touch in how to please me.

It doesn't take long until I tell her to stop teasing and put her mouth on it. My obedient wife giggles, I know she just wanted me to say it and I let it slide when her warm, velvety inside of her mouth envelops my shaft. Goosebumps form over my skin and its like sliding into a warm bath. I grunt with satisfaction. Mainly because of the dynamic we have in place. This is her duty to the man of the house and she performs it with joy. Her tongue dances around my tip, licking the glands before lapping at the underside of my shaft.

I take a sip of beer while she performs her craft. The waft of food in the oven fills my nostrils and I take a second to appreciate it all. Despite the job being demanding I can come home to this. I've made the right decision. Married the right woman.