Wendy never expected them to get to the first floor, as they probably wouldn't be able to pass the landing without getting into each other's pants. Sofa was much safer choice, as their momentum seemed to aim for that place of their living room. As a result, when Wendy's naked backside touched the carpet in their living room, even she was slightly surprised by Dipper's unbridled appetite.
She knew that those few weeks of separation probably has put his self-control to the test, although she never thought that he would let go of his brakes the moment he stepped into their small house. The corridor got filled with their discarded clothes as they slowly waltzed through it. Once on the ground, and with her legs high in the air, Dipper entered Wendy sharply, letting their lips part only for short intakes of air.

Their hasty love making reminded her of the times when they were attending different schools hundreds of miles away from each other, and had very limited opportunity to spend time with each other. That often resulted in them having sex in random, makeshift places, which they had to scout ahead from the prying eyes of their families. With a sweat on his brow Dipper kept plunging into his wife, keeping her legs on his shoulders, admiring her plentiful red hair spread on the carpet and her breasts steadily bouncing with each thrust. Wendy tried removing the rest of his upper clothes, up to no avail - the twisted combination of their limbs, paired with Dipper's determination to bring them both to their release prevented Wendy from doing so. Their room was filled with loud sounds of their bodies smacking, mixed with their shared moans, as they both sped up.

Wendy wasn't disappointed when Dipper finished first; truth to be told, it reminded her even more about the time they were teenagers, too horny to wait for each other. Besides, Wendy wasn't far behind, and the combined work of their hands quickly made the lumberjill writhe and squirm underneath Dipper's body. The two lay on the floor, breathing in unison, savouring each other's presence. Their bodies were still entwined, one of them occasionally twitching and convulsing, sending more shocks and shivers throughout the other one.

- That was a nice way of saying "hi" - Wendy started, planting one more kiss on Dipper's reddened face
- At least now you know that I did not cheat on you - he wheezed.

She greeted his gallant response with a soft giggle, letting her tired husband fall next to her.

- Dipper, you remember we have a sofa, right?
- Mhm - she received a low groan in response
- And we have a shower, you know.
- I thought you said it's too small for both of us. - Dipper replied, sending her a sly smile as he turned his head to look at her.
- I meant it for you. - Wendy snapped

Despite his best efforts, the six hours of car trip back home left its print on Dipper's fragrance, and having sex hasn't helped that. Wendy reached between her legs, feeling that the hefty proof of his faithfulness started seeping from her opening onto the darned carpet.

- Although now that you made such a mess, I might re-evaluate that thought... - she winked, giving her finger a lick.