A/N: Something more vanilla today, yes~?

Enjoy~

Cardinal

Warm summer sunshine spilled in through the living room window, bathing the Commander in pleasant mid-afternoon sunshine.

The Commander smiled at the feeling, laying down his mug of tea alongside his crossword puzzle – groaning as he arched his back and stretched his arms upwards, working out the kinks in his body. Days off work were few and far between these days, so he gladly took advantage of them when he had the chance to. Whether it be relaxing at his home like he was doing now, or spending a day with his subordinates, he made use of them to their fullest.

''Mn...'' He lowered his arms, closing his eyes. In the next room he could still hear scribbling. ''Richelieu...''

He didn't live alone at his house; instead sharing it with his wife Richelieu. The two of them had been married for a little over a year, having gone through the whole newly-wed phase and excitement, and now having settled into calm monotony. They shared chores, took turn doing the cooking while the other did the dishes if they weren't busy, and every so often they went out for little dates in the nearby cities. It was a simple, calm lifestyle, and one he had come to enjoy greatly.

Not losing his slight smile the Commander shifted his crossword off his lap, rising to his feet. His legs were a little numb from sitting for so long but he pushed past it, strolling over to the nearby window and cracking it open – allowing a cool gust of wind to blow inside. He savoured it for a second, peeking out past the glaring sun and out into the garden, spotting the base beyond. His house was located near the edge of the base, so he got a good look over the base itself; and even from such a long distance he could faintly make out the forms of his subordinates running about near the seawall.

''Hmph.'' He shook his head with a rueful smile.

The Commander pushed away from the window, casually strolling towards the house's home office. He gently grasped the handle and pulled it down, not disturbing the woman sat with the warmly-lit room, sunlight peering in through a partially-shut window. The cool breeze made Richelieu's strawberry-blonde hair flutter about slightly, prompting the woman in question to lift her hand idly and tuck some hair behind her ear, a pen caught between her fingers before she brought it back down onto the parchment before her, signing some official document.

He moved behind her, both arms sliding over her smooth shoulders and wrapping around just beneath her chin – making her stiffen briefly in surprise before relaxing. A warm smile graced her visage and she laid her left hand over his, stroking the back of the hand to tell him she knew he was there; to just give her a minute.

He obliged, silently holding her from behind as Richelieu finished reading through the parchment – before finally sighing in relief and pushing it away, finished checking it over. ''Good afternoon Commander. Do you need something?''

''Just checking on you.'' The Commander said fondly, her soft hair tickling his nose when she tilted her head. ''You've been working in here for a few hours now.''

''Have I now?'' Richelieu murmured, looking over at the wall-mounted clock. ''Ah, I suppose I have.''

He chuckled, tugging on her slightly. ''You should take a break; you've more than earned one.''

Richelieu was reluctant, gazing at the small, neatly-organised pile of documents worriedly. ''Mn...''

The Commander caught her staring and swiftly kissed her cheek, the little bit of affection distracting her and making her blush – allowing him to whisper into her ear. ''Come on, just a little break. We can invite Dunkerque and Le Malin over for some snacks to take your mind off it.''

''Dunkerque did say she was trying out some new recipes today...'' The Iris woman murmured, slowly coming around to the idea. ''And I did promise Le Malin I'd give her a tour of the garden...''

He hummed approvingly, rubbing her shoulders. ''Then why not do it now? It's not often we both have a free day.''

''You have a point...'' Richelieu nodded slightly – flashing him a warm smile. ''Very well, I'll give both a quick call and see if they're up for it.''

''I'll go set things up in the garden then.'' He offered, earning a warm hum from his wife before she leaned up in her seat, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek as thanks.

Smiling back at her he departed the small cosy office, leaving her to call up her two comrades for some mid-afternoon tea.

X-x-X

Both Dunkerque and Le Malin ended up coming over; the latter post-haste when she heard Dunkerque would be there.

A little afternoon tea session was held out in the garden; a garden that was personally tended to by Richelieu (and sometimes Jean Bart, when Richelieu wanted to do some 'sisterly bonding'). Dunkerque had brought some sweets, Le Malin inhaled said sweets and napped in the gardens, whilst he, Richelieu and Dunkerque all chatted amicably until dinner nearly arrived.

''Haah...''

Now nightfall had arrived, the sky darkened to black and the stars sparkling amidst it. Dinner had been had, the dishes were washed and dried, a movie was played and watched; and now it was time for bed.

Thus the Commander found himself wandering through the house, flicking off the lights one by one and turning off anything that they had forgotten to earlier, bathing the house in darkness. Deeper within the house he could hear cloth shuffling, warming his cheeks as he neared his bedroom door, rapping his knuckles across the flat wood.

''You can come in.'' Richelieu's voice was only slightly muffled by the door.

Obliging the Commander pulled the handle down, slipping inside. The light was off aside from a lamp in the corner, bathing the bedroom in a warm amber glow – the light creeping across the beige walls and brown carpets. A double bed sat only a few paces away with Richelieu standing before it... clad in a silky, slightly-translucent scarlet nightgown. It hung from her shoulders by a pair of thin straps, falling to just past her thighs and with a pair of rosy panties hugging her hips, complimenting her filled-out frame.

Richelieu blushed at his gaze. ''D-Does it suit me, Commander...?''

''Very.'' He assured her, closing the distance and kissing her forehead. ''You look great in it.''

Richelieu smiled, sliding her arms around his neck and tugging him down into a kiss, muffling his groan. He laid his hands on her hips and kissed back, tilting his head slightly as their lips meshed together, the erotic push-and-pull of the kiss igniting a fire inside him. He ran his hands up a little further, stroking her sides gently and eliciting a soft groan from his wife.

With a mutual exhale they pulled back from the kiss, gazing into each other's eyes. Richelieu blushed at his stare and offered a demure smile, slipping one hand down and taking his hand in hers – pulling him towards the bed. He flicked the lamp off as they went, eyes glancing down as she raised a slim leg and slid it under the covers; the rest of her curvy body soon following suit, disappearing beneath the covers and tempting him to follow.

''Mm...'' Richelieu smiled gently as he joined her, his free hand tugging the covers up to their shoulders. ''Commander...''

Not losing her gentle smile Richelieu shuffled closer, kissing him on the lips. He slipped his hand free from hers and moved both hands around her lower back, kissing her back with equal affection, their lips meshing together slowly. He ran his palms over her back and up her nightgown, stroking her fair skin and shivering when he felt a lack of a bra strap, tempting him to slide his hands around to her front.

Richelieu moaned tenderly into his mouth, quivering as he cupped both her breasts. Richelieu had always been well-developed in the chest, but in her state of dress there was nothing to hide her voluptuous chest – tempting him to give them a gentle squeeze. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh and she moaned, exhaling a pleased breath as she broke off from the kiss; reigniting said kiss the moment she could.

''Mmph... oh, Commander...'' Richelieu breathed between kisses, mewling when his thumbs found her soft pink nipples and rubbed them, teasing her.

Slowly Richelieu pushed against him, her lithe legs tangling with his own as she moved atop him. He kept his left hand on her breast but moved his right to her hip, helping guide her atop him as they kept making out. Her long strawberry-blonde hair tickled his face as it fell over him, her lips soft and sweet as she meshed them down against his own, taking the lead in their little dance. Said lips parted when he gave her plump breast a squeeze, moaning into his mouth sweetly.

Then with a soft exhale Richelieu leaned back, breaking off the kiss. She met his gaze and blushed a little, smiling bashfully as she shifted backwards. The bed covers pooled around her lower back as his wife moved, holding his gaze as she moved all the way to his crotch, one hand grasping his sleeping shorts and peeling them down. His swelling cock sprung out, earning a warm blush from his wife despite how many times she'd seen it in the past.

''Mm...'' Richelieu took his cock into her hand, stroking it gently.

The Commander shuddered, relishing how soft her hand felt as she ran her thumb up the side of it, stroking his girth with the rest of her hand. Like always Richelieu started slow, each movement careful and delicate, yet oh so erotic when she was looking at him with tender pink eyes. His cock quickly swelled to full hardness in her hand, throbbing against her thumb when she ran it over the tip of his dick.

Richelieu batted her eyelashes at him, leaning down and smooching the tip of his dick. The kiss was gentle and made a lewd smooch sound, sending a sharp shudder running through the Commander and making him groan. Flushing Richelieu did it again, her lips gently kissing the tip of his dick again and again, her tongue soon slipping out and wetting her lips, making all subsequent kisses wet and lewd.

''Mn, chu...'' Richelieu breathed, kissing the tip again – following it up with several quick strokes of her hand.

A grunt soon fled his lips as Richelieu took the tip into her mouth, sucking on it. She shut her eyes briefly as she bobbed her head a little, taking more and more of his cock inside her wet mouth until she had half of his shaft inside – lewdly slurping on his girth as she jerked him off. The double stimulation was intense, pleasure throbbing up his shaft and leaving his cock tingling with need, Richelieu's tongue worsening the need in his cock as she bathed it in her spit.

One by one Richelieu uncurled her fingers, sliding her hand down to his balls and gently fondling them, her lips in turn moving deeper down his girth – until finally the tip hit the back of her throat. His wife frowned slightly and slowed, giving his cock a few light sucks to occupy him as she tilted her head side-to-side. After a moment she managed to get past the discomfort, suppressing her gag reflex with a low groan and easing herself all the way down his cock, his shaft filling her throat.

''Ahh...'' The Commander groaned lustfully, throbbing in her throat. ''Richelieu...''

His wife simply sucked his cock, sliding her lips back up to the tip and twirling her tongue around it, soon deep-throating him once more. Wet sucks lubed his cock with her saliva, strawberry blonde hair becoming messy as Richelieu bobbed her head up-and-down his cock, either gazing into his eyes or down at his girth as she sucked. Her sucking motions were made all the more hypnotic by how she worked her wet tongue, using it to stroke the underside of his girth or swirl it around the tip, well-versed on how to make him feel good.

''Mm... Ghk...'' Lewd wet sounds escaped Richelieu's lips as she throated him, his cock disappearing between her pinks lips and becoming engulfed by her saliva-coated mouth.

Shuddering the Commander slipped a hand down, gently threading his fingers into her soft hair and pushing her down his cock. She made a slurping sound as she took him all into her throat, deep-throating him with only minor difficulty before she sucked back up to the tip – only for his hand to push her back down. She didn't fight it, simply moaning around his dick as she willingly blew him, her tongue relentlessly lapping at his girth.

Pressure built in his cock, his eyes screwing shut as he just focused on the sensations. Of soft lips pursing around his girth and sliding down to the base before slurping back up to the tip, saliva trickling down his dick. Of a wet tongue pressing against the underside of his cock and stroking it with quick, long licks. Of the tip of his dick pushing down into her tight wet throat, her hot breath exhaling over his wet shaft and leaving him shivering.

''Hah... Richelieu...!'' The Commander gasped out, his cock throbbing against her lapping tongue.

His wife blushed at his gasping tone, gazing up into his eyes as she sucked him off. Then an idea visibly hit her and her cheeks darkened further, prompting her to slurp up to the tip and pop her lips off his dick – his cock springing free from her mouth, strings of saliva hanging between her lips and his cock. Panting lightly Richelieu reached down and grasped the hem of her nightgown, peeling it up in an instant and tossing it aside, face red as she exposed her nearly-naked body to him.

''Here...'' The strawberry-blonde breathed, leaning back down – but rather than taking him into her mouth she grabbed her breasts, and smothered his wet cock between her tits.

The Commander buckled at the sensation, a tight groan fleeing his throat as Richelieu slid her breasts up-and-down his dick. Her boobs felt delightfully soft and warm against his cock, the friction slight but oh-so-pleasurable, doubly so when he knew it was his wife giving him a titfuck. Given her nature it wasn't something she did often and he relished it, his breaths coming out in sharp gasps and grunts as the pressure in his dick grew and grew.

He wanted to enjoy it for longer, to savour the feeling of his cock throbbing against her delicate flesh, but her blow-job had sapped him of his stamina. So when Richelieu put her lips on the tip of his dick and began to suck it mid-titfuck, his remaining stamina drained away in an instant.

''R-Riche- ah!''

Ropes of cum erupted into Richelieu's mouth, earning an embarrassed moan from his wife as she willingly swallowed. She squeezed her breasts together around his dick, helping coax out his cum and allowing her to gulp it all down, not a single drop escaping her mouth. After a few long sucks she released her breasts and instead curled her fingers around his cock, rapidly jerking him off to get every last drop out, her tongue bathing the tip in her saliva.

Only when his orgasm was over and with not a drop of cum left did Richelieu stop her lewd ministrations, exhaling heavily as she leaned back, sitting on her knees. She met his gaze but quickly looked away, their mutual panting the only sound in the bedroom for a long, intimate minute.

''Mm...'' Then Richelieu shifted closer on her knees, crawling up to his waist. ''Commander...''

She ran her hands up his chest, tugging on his shirt. With a breathless smile the Commander grabbed the hem and pulled it up and over his head, tossing his shirt aside and allowing his wife to run her hands over his chest, her embarrassed expression adding to her cuteness in that moment. Her fingers traced all the slight muscles on his chest, her fingers doing a little circle around his nipples before moving up to his collarbone, stroking it affectionately.

In response he laid his hands on her thighs, rubbing her fleshy thighs and groping them lightly. Richelieu shivered and lifted herself up, taking her scarlet panties off and allowing him to grab his erect cock, pressing the tip against her smooth pussy. Richelieu shivered and shifted slightly, getting into position – and then moaned softly as she lowered herself down, his cock pushing into her womanhood slowly.

''Mn...'' Richelieu bit her lip, shivering.

The Commander exhaled a tight breath, groaning as his cock was engulfed by Richelieu's tight sex. She wasn't a virgin by any means but she still felt like one, her inner walls gripping his shaft pleasurably – tempting him to grip her smooth hips and pull her down more. His wife moaned under her breath, her head lolling to the side as she pushed deeper down, more and more of his girth entering her until finally he hit her deepest parts.

A mutual groan escaped them, pleasure throbbing through their joined parts. She slipped her hands down and held onto his shoulders, blushing red as she leaned down over his body – her breasts hanging right in front of his face. Then with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip she lifted her hips up, his cock nearly slipping out of her pussy, before she quickly pushed herself back down his shaft.

''Mm, ah, ah~'' Richelieu breathed out between moans – her moans rising in pitch when he leaned up slightly, taking her right breast into his mouth and sucking on it. ''A-Ahh~''

His wife leaned back slightly, allowing him better access to her breasts – her hips continuing to move up-and-down, his cock becoming swallowed up by her fleshy insides. Wetness clung to his cock and allowing him to slip into her easier, each roll of her hips impaling her upon his swollen cock, her prior blow-job and titfuck making his shaft extra sensitive. Something that Richelieu seemed all too aware of; a faint, embarrassed smile on her lips as she moved her hips faster.

Stifling a groan the Commander put an arm behind himself, rising to a sitting position. Richelieu moaned at the change and wrapped her arms around his neck, pausing her hips long enough for him to adjust their position before quickly resuming, her moans becoming deeper and more erotic as she picked up speed – his cock plunging into her wet pussy with each drop of her hips, her pelvis lewdly bumping against his.

''Hah, haah... Richelieu...'' The Commander groped her ass, claiming her lips in a deep kiss.

Richelieu moaned naughtily into the kiss, kissing him back lovingly. Her pelvis began to slap against his as she moved faster, indulging in her lust as they made love – surrendering herself in the heat of passion. He relished the slight change, groaning into her mouth as he slid a hand up and played with her plump breast, hefting it about and squeezing it lovingly. Pressure swelled in his cock and he bucked his hips to meet her bounces on instinct, his breathing growing tight and quick.

''R-Richelieu!'' He moaned into the kiss, warning her.

His wife just groaned back, breaking off the kiss and putting her hands on his chest. She pushed him flat onto his back, allowing her to plant her hands on his chest and bring her hips down faster, gasping and moaning as she rode his cock for dear life. Wet slaps echoed throughout the bedroom as the saintly woman took him inside her, the pressure inside his cock growing and growing – until finally it peaked.

''Nn!''

''Ah~!'' Richelieu cried out as he came; thick ropes of cum erupting inside her womanhood and pushing her to her own climax, her inner walls clenching around him like a wet vice.

The intense sensation made him grab her hips, groaning as he bucked his hips up to meet her wild bounces. She slapped her pelvis down against his or rocked her hips in back-and-forth motions, squeezing the cum out of his cock in the heat of the moment. His cum mixed with her honey and leaked out of her folds even before their orgasms ended, acting almost like lube and helping stir him around her fleshy, gripping insides, her inner walls massaging his hypersensitive cock.

Gradually Richelieu slowed down her motions, a soft, arousing groan fleeing her throat as she came to a stop. She leaned forwards slightly, panting heavily and with bits of strawberry-blonde hair clinging to her sweaty forehead, her long locks falling over one shoulder in a hot mess. He found himself liking the sight, smiling up at his flushed wife and groping her breast – eliciting a soft mewl from her lips, her inner walls squeezing his cock in response.

''Mn...'' With a soft, pursed-lipped moan Richelieu lifted herself up and off his dick, shuddering as she laid down on her side next to him.

The Commander smiled at her, leaning over and claiming her lips in a kiss. Richelieu moaned into it and wrapped an arm around him, her moan becoming deeper and more erotic when he shifted atop her. She didn't resist, a soft exhale passing her lips when he grabbed her tit and fondled it, playing with her boob in a fit of lust. He hefted it about, he squeezed it, he massaged it; he didn't hesitate to toy around with it. And judging by her soft moans, she loved it.

''Nn.'' He grunted lightly as he leaned back, his hands landing on her thighs and spreading them open. ''One more time.''

His wife blushed, a fond smile working its way onto her face. ''Alright. Once more before bed.''

''We're already in bed.''

''You know what I mean.''

Richelieu giggled; eliciting a similar chuckle from him. Then he took his cock into his hand and pressed it against her womanhood, cutting both their laughs off into mutual groans, their mutual sensitivity making the slight friction pleasurable for them.

Without delaying it any longer he pushed the tip against her folds, and slipped inside. She was wet enough that he sunk inside without a hint of resistance, the wet warmth of her pussy swallowing his cock up and eliciting a tight groan from his throat – a similar moan escaping Richelieu not a moment later. Her stomach briefly went taut before she relaxed back against the bed with a heavy gasp, gripping the pillow behind her head as she adjusted.

''Go...'' The saintly woman breathed, naked body flush with sweat.

The erotic sight tempted him to obey, rearing his hips back until only the tip was left inside, and then promptly plunging back in. Richelieu moaned loudly, her head tipping back just as he plunged into her again, and then again and again. Wet slaps echoed throughout the bedroom as he sheathed himself inside Richelieu repeatedly, their pelvises impacting together and getting his dick wet with her honey, the cum still inside her making her pussy feel lewd and sloppy.

He didn't mind one bit. The slapping of skin grew louder as he picked up speed, Richelieu's sweet moans soon joining the skin-slapping sound – that was until he leaned down and claimed her lips in a deep kiss, muffling them. Still she moaned into her mouth, her tongue demurely prodding his lips and tempting him to fight back with his own tongue, easily dominating his delicate wife. Her inexperience with tongue-kissing was clear and he took advantage of that, pushing her tongue back into her mouth and exploring her mouth with impunity, eliciting a muted mewl from his wife.

''Mm- haah!'' The Commander broke off the kiss with a gasp – putting his left hand down on the bed to support him, whilst using his right to grab her plump, jiggling breast and fondle it.

His groping made Richelieu arch her back sexily, moaning loudly. In the silence of the house it felt so much louder, making him shiver in arousal and pound his cock into her harder, their skin lewdly slapping together. Wet flesh gripped his cock like a vice, the friction enticing him to slam into her faster, making love to her in the most passionate, raw way possible. And for all her saintly beliefs Richelieu wasn't immune to the carnal pleasure he could give her; a string of hot, borderline orgasmic moans flooding the bedroom as he slammed their pelvises together.

''Ah, a-ah! C-Command- Mm!'' Richelieu moaned and gasped, her pussy squeezing him tight.

Fresh pleasure throbbed up his cock, eliciting a tight groan from his throat. He released her soft breast and put his other hand on the bed, allowing him to slam into her dripping sex faster. Her honey clung to his crotch and wetted his cock in a glistening sheen but he paid it no mind, fully focused on sheathing himself inside her sex, a series of wet squelches escaping her folds as he stirred her quivering insides up.

''Hah, haah~!'' Richelieu's face cutely scrunched up, her lips pursing – until she gasped, and threw her head back. ''Commander!''

Wet flesh clenched tight around his swollen cock, and with a groan the Commander slammed deep into her – nigh-instantly blowing his load inside her. Ropes of hot cum spurted into his wife's pussy just as she came with him, her honey squirting out around his pulsating cock. The sheer intensity of his orgasm made him jerk his hips back-and-forth mid-orgasm, spurting an extra few ropes of cum into her, painting her insides white.

Slowly the tension in his form wilted, his thrusts slowing – before with a strained groan he stopped, panting. His arms looped under her back and he held her close, moaning into her neck as powerful aftershocks ran through his body; enticing Richelieu to loop her arms around his neck, mewling as she hugged him back.

''Mm... intense as ever, Commander.'' His wife murmured fondly into his ear, kissing it.

He shivered; pulling out of her womanhood slowly and leaving it empty. Richelieu mewled gently and rolled onto her side, smiling lovingly at him as he laid down next to her, pulling the covers over their sweaty forms. Post-sex tiredness hit them hard and he didn't hesitate to snuggle close with his wife, her warm body flush against his.

''Goodnight.'' He kissed her on the forehead.

She replied with a kiss to his nose. ''Goodnight.''

And within a matter of minutes both were soundly asleep, cuddling even as they snoozed the night away.

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