It was a cold December night in Boston, Massechusets. Emily Ouellet was sitting in her living room on a tiger rug in front of a roaring fire in her pink lingerie, eagerly awaiting the return of her husband. With a beer in her hand, she stared into the embers of the fire. She was so deep in thought she didn't hear the front door open and close. Her beloved was home.

'Why, hello there, sexy,' purred a familiar voice.

Emily turned around. Her husband, Murphy MacManus, had just returned from a hit with his brother, Connor. His dark brown hair was wet from the falling snow, his ice blue eyes twinkled in the light of the fire.

'You're home early,' said Emily.

Murphy chuckled.

'Me Sex Senses were tinglin',' he said, winking.

Emily giggled as Murphy dropped to his knees and crawled towards her with a seductive look in his eyes.

'What's the occasion, Sweetheart?' he asked as he crawled.

'I just felt like wearing this,' said Emily.

Murphy laughed. He crawled up to Emily and kneeled in front of her. He gently bit her panties. Emily moaned and ran her fingers through Murphy's hair as he slowly took her panties off with his teeth and held them seductively in his mouth. Emily laughed.

'You look so sexy with my panties in your mouth,' she giggled, winking at her husband.

'Wait until I get ye fully stripped, me love,' said Murphy, winking.

Emily giggled. She gently stroked Murphy's cheek, tracing his face with her fingers.

'You're too perfect,' she whispered, 'your hair's sparkling from the snow.'

'Why thank ye, my love,' said Murphy, 'yer skin is as soft as the silk I tie ye up with.'

Emily giggled. Murphy snaked his tongue out, licking her clit gently. Emily threw her head back, moaning.

Murphy growled and intensified the motions of his tongue. Emily closed her eyes, moaning.

'Oh, Murphy…' she moans, 'Murphy…'

Murphy sunk his face in deeper, squeezing Emily's bare ass. His nails dug deep in her skin.

'Ow!' said Emily, 'watch the nails!'

Murphy chuckled. He spanked Emily hard, intensifying his tongue strokes on her clit.

Emily moaned and grunted, knotting her fingers in Murphy's hair, gently pulling.

Murphy unzipped his pants slowly. He got up and kissed Emily.

'Hold still,' he whispered, 'I'm gonna fuck ye so 'ard ye won' be able ta walk.'

Emily giggled as Murphy gently pinned her against the wall. Slowly, he penetrated her. He pumped his hips slowly. Emily dug her nails deep into her husband's shoulders, biting her lip. The deeper Emily's nails went, the harder Murphy fucked her.

'Take it, baby!' he grunted, 'take it!'

Emily moaned and wrapped her legs around Murphy's hips, moaning in his ear.

'FUCK…!' moaned Murphy, 'FUCK…!'

Emily moaned as Murphy pushed deeper, fucking her harder, faster.

'You're a bad boy, Murphy MacManus,' said Emily, 'a very bad boy. And I think this bad boy needs a spanking.'

Emily spanked Murphy. Murphy grunted.

'Yer a naughty girl, Emily MacManus,' he grunted, panting harder, 'are ye ready, babe?'

Emily nodded. Murphy tensed up, fucking her harder and faster. Emily screamed.

'OH, FUCK!' she moaned, 'OH, MURPHY! OH, MURPHY, YOU BEAST!'

This continued for a half hour. Murphy tensed up and pulled out. He came all over Emily's chest, panting.

'Holy fuck!' grunted Murphy, collapsing against the wall next to Emily, 'yer a fuckin' animal!'

'So are you,' panted Emily, 'fuck…'

Murphy pulled Emily close to him, kissing her hair, panting and grunting.

'You okay?' asked Emily.

'I'm fuckin' fine,' panted Murphy, 'outta breath, is all.'

Emily smiled. Murphy smirked.

'Ya haven't cum yet,' he said, 'get on the rug.'

Emily lay down on the tiger rug. The fire was still roaring and crackling as Murphy lay on his stomach in front of his wife, grinning deviously.

'I'm gonna make ye beg fer me,' said Murphy, rubbing Emily's inner thighs, 'I want ye to tell me how bad ye wanna cum.'

Emily nodded, agreeing. Murphy smirked deviously, his blue eyes dancing in the fire as he crawled up and gently kissed Emily's neck before going down her body. His lips were warm, soft, even, soft as silk. Murphy used his tongue to trace Emily's hip bones, smirking and looking up at his wife with a devious look in his eyes.

'Roll on yer stomach,' said Murphy, 'come on.'

Emily rolled over on her stomach. Murphy pressed his lips to the back of Emily's neck, squeezing her ass in the process before he used his tongue to trace the outline of the tattoo on her back. Emily moaned as goose bumps crept up her arms.

Murphy licked Emily's inner thighs. Emily raised her ass in the air, moaning.

'Ye wanna cum?' asked Murphy, squeezing Emily's ass, 'ye wanna squirt all over me chin?'

'Yes,' whispered Emily.

'Yes, what?' said Murphy.

'Yes, Sir,' whispered Emily.

Murphy slapped Emily's ass. Emily cried out.

'On yer hands and knees,' said Murphy, 'NOW!'

Emily got on her hands and knees. Murphy slid his head under her. Gently, he kissed her clit before snaking his tongue out and licking. Emily threw her head back, moaning.

'Oh, Murphy…' she moaned, 'oh, baby…'

Murphy squeezed Emily's ass as he continued to lick her, pulling his face in closer. Emily's body tensed up, signalling it was time. Screaming and moaning, Emily came. Murphy growled and grunted as Emily came all over his chin. Emily sighed.

'I'm done,' she said, 'you can stop.'

Murphy kissed Emily's pussy. He licked his chin and crawled on top of Emily as she lay on her stomach, panting.

'That was amazing,' whispered Emily as Murphy kissed her cheek, 'fuck…'

'Yer a kinky little Vixen,' laughed Murphy, stroking Emily's hair, 'a very kinky little Vixen.'

Emily giggled. Murphy kissed her cheek.

'I love you,' whispered Emily.

'I love ye, too,' Murphy whispered back.