"So, how was work today?" Tohru asked as she began to massage her husband's tense shoulders.
Momiji sighed happily at her touch. "It was fine," he said. It was rare that he ever said more than that about his job.
Tohru smiled at him. "I'm glad you're finally able to rest at home for a few days," she told him. "The kids have missed you."
Momiji chuckled. "I've missed them, too," he said, closing his eyes as Tohru rubbed on a tender spot. He felt his whole body relaxing. The kids were asleep - both of them. He didn't have to think about work for a while. He could just enjoy the company of his wife. And he very much intended to do so.
"The twins are getting high marks in school," Tohru mused proudly.
"That's wonderful!" Momiji beamed. He loved both of his children, and they never ceased to amaze him. Of course, he couldn't have had them without his incredible wife. He reached up to touch Tohru's hand. "And what about their mother? How is she doing?"
Tohru stopped massaging him and blushed. "Well… I suppose I'm fine…" she said coyly.
Momiji perked up. "Is there anything I can do for you, Tohru?" he asked her. He wanted to please her in any way that he could. She deserved the world.
Tohru fingered her hair nervously. "I don't want to ask too much of you," she muttered. "You've only just gotten home from work…"
"Nonsense," Momiji said, turning his whole body to face hers. "I couldn't do what you do every day. You make sure that our children are healthy, fed, clean, safe, and taken care of every day, without complaint. The least I can do is give you what you want every once in a while." He gently caressed her face. "I appreciate you so much, Tohru."
A warm smile slowly spread across Tohru's face. "Well… I did get myself a little surprise today… and I want to share it with you…"
Momiji's eyebrows instinctively raised. "Oh?"
Tohru got up from the bed and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door until there was just a small gap. "One moment," she said saucily.
Momiji loosened his tie. He was suddenly feeling hot with anticipation. What on Earth could she want to share with him?
Then she opened the door. "Surprise."
When Momiji looked at her, his jaw practically fell onto the floor. His wife was standing there in front of him in an entirely see-through nightgown. It was black, lacy, and it showed everything - including the fact that she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath it. Momiji was stunned.
"What do you think?" Tohru asked him. "Do you like it?"
"Uhh…" Momiji stammered, speechless for once in his life.
Tohru sauntered over to him sexily. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," she teased him, sitting over his lap while facing him. She held onto his tie and slowly lowered him onto the bed. Then she started to unbuckle his belt.
"Tohru…" Momiji started quietly. "If we do this now, you might end up pregnant again."
"That's the point," Tohru replied matter-of-factly.
Momiji bit his lower lip in extreme interest. "So… should we have twins again, or just one this time?"
"Surprise me," she winked at him.
At this realization, Momiji sat up and kissed her fervently. "I love you," he said, staring deeply into her eyes.
"I love you, too," Tohru said sweetly. "Now get back on the bed," she ordered him, slowly pushing him back down into a lying position.
The assertiveness in her voice gave Momiji an intense erection. He looked up at his wife; he had the best view in the world. He could see her every curve in that nightgown, from the undersides of her full breasts, to the creases in her rounded hips where her legs were bent to accommodate him.
Tohru slid his pants and underwear off, exposing his hardened penis. "Hello, what do we have here," she said in a sultry voice, licking her lips.
Momiji could hardly contain himself. He had only seen his wife like this once before, and that was when she conceived the twins. He was ready.
He sat up and watched as Tohru sank down off of the bed, took his cock in her hands, and started milking him. He could hardly keep his eyes open as she stroked, soon enveloping his dick in her mouth. He sucked in a large breath and moaned in satisfaction. "Tohru," he pleaded, "I won't be able to get you pregnant if you make me ejaculate in your mouth."
Tohru gave him one last, long lick up his shaft before getting back onto the bed. She straddled him as if he was a horse and she was a cowgirl, all while maintaining eye contact with him. "Ready?" she asked him.
"Yeah," Momiji nodded. Was he ever. He held onto her hips as she positioned herself. As soon as the tip of his penis kissed her labia, he lost control of himself. He flopped back onto the bed and let Tohru take the lead. He still had his shirt and tie on, but he didn't even care. He just wanted Tohru to have her way with him. He loved it when she treated him as little more than a sex toy. He greatly enjoyed giving her pleasure.
Tohru eased herself onto him, then started rocking back and forth. She was so hot and wet, it felt amazing. At first she whimpered, then she began moaning softly as she picked up her pace. She looked down at Momiji with pure lust in her eyes. She grabbed his tie and pulled him toward her so that he was sitting up again, and kissed his mouth passionately.
Momiji wrapped his arms around Tohru, supporting her from falling backwards as he stood up and carried her to the wall. He gently propped her up against it, holding her butt in his hands, and started nailing her.
"Momiji!" she cried, as quietly as she could manage.
"Tohru," he answered, his breath labored. He didn't mind; he was on a mission to give his wife exactly what she wanted: a baby.
They kissed tenderly, with lots of tongue, and suddenly, he wanted her on the bed. So he carried her back to it, and this time they were both on their sides, facing each other. They held each other tightly as they continued fucking, both of them close to orgasm.
Tohru wrapped her legs around Momiji's hips and squeezed them together, forcing Momiji to ejaculate deep inside of her. She let out a long, weakened wail as Momiji's sperm kept leaking into her womb. "Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
Momiji was too fatigued to smile, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart. "No, thank you, for allowing me the honor of being the father of your children."
He had surprised her - and everyone else, for that matter, including himself - with triplets that night.