Tag(s): Anal Fingering, Blowjob, First Time.
Girl(s): Glynda
Words: 10,848
Peace returned to the humble apartment, not unlike how the afternoon had started. For thirty minutes, Jaune was perfectly happy watching the small town on the TV screen prosper while his hands took comfort from his wife's body.
Nothing was arousing about the position. Well, okay, not nothing. But that wasn't his objective. He wasn't trying to get Glynda in the mood, and neither was he particularly interested in pushing things was just something fun about boobs that made him want to keep playing with the supple flesh as they sat there, cuddling on the couch. In a comfortable way. In a peaceful way, that was so different from the hot and heavy thrill of knowing he was about to have sex with a beautiful woman. Like boobs were the world's greatest stress ball.
Of course, he made sure to treat his wife's chest with a little more care than that, especially given her sensitivity. But he still enjoyed himself, rubbing and squeezing as he went with an idle playfulness she likely found quite humorous if the tiny curl to her lips was any indication.
It probably made him look like he was fourteen again, realizing how fascinating all the girls in his class were and discovering second base for the first time. Except, he'd never gotten that thrill, too wrapped up in seeing a naked woman for the first time, having sex for the first time, and getting married for the first time. Rushing right to the finish line meant he'd skipped the simple pleasure and awe that came with getting to touch a girl's boob for the mere fact that it was a boob, and boobs were awesome.
As minutes turned to an hour, Jaune made up for lost time. Eventually, he let his left hand fall comfortably against Glynda's hip, who remained unbothered by the constant molestation. As another ten minutes passed, he gave up on touching entirely to play mindlessly on his scroll for a good hour. Even then, Glynda remained in his lap, shifting every now and then against his chest as her imaginary world's technology sprinted toward current comforts.
That was how the rest of the couple's afternoon progressed as the sun overhead crested over the roof, only to begin its descent. Glynda remained fixed on her game, and Jaune found himself drifting back and forth between his scroll and his wife's chest, with the occasional glance toward her noticeable progress.
Every now and then, the blonde did something to warrant his attention. Glynda made sure he noticed, proudly showing off either a new building or a recently defeated army of Grimm. If Jaune hadn't been paying attention before, he looked up. And even if he had been watching, he made sure to congratulate her virtual accomplishment with the same pride as anything in the real world. Offering a "Hell yeah!" or, at the very least, a "That's awesome" for her efforts.
In return, Jaune made sure to show her anything funny enough to make him laugh out loud. Which is to say, whenever he exhaled slightly harder through his nose. And while Glynda didn't always get the jokes and needed to have some slang explained, she always gave the courtesy to pause her game and squint at his scroll to humor him.
It was a good day. It was one of Jaune's best days, although yesterday had been a different kind of wonderful. Before either of them knew it, the late day had passed, giving way to a brief twilight followed by a quiet evening. And besides the occasional bathroom break or quest for snacks, the two remained in their cozy nest of idle distractions. This only changed once hunger for something more substantial set in, prompting Jaune to release his wife's breast as her game had progressed to include a second settlement.
It wasn't an easy choice, but it was probably past dinner time. Sure, he could have probably convinced Glynda to order in and keep their lazy day going, but he'd already bought everything for a romantic dinner for two back when he'd been planning to woo her. And as much as he'd enjoyed a long day of nothing, he'd liked cooking lunch for his wife. There was something nice about cooking for people you cared about that made Jaune understand his sister's career path a little more.
"Up," Jaune requested, tapping his wife on her hips. Glynda obeyed, hardly glancing away from the TV as she made way for the other blonde to stand. And as soon as he was gone, she settled right back into the warm nest of couch cushions he'd left behind, hardly blinking at the interruption.
'He'll be back soon,' she assumed, far more preoccupied with the air assault that had been added to her most recent wave of Grimm attacks. Thankfully, she'd unlocked dust ammunition not too long ago, equipping enough of her newly crafted Huntsmen troops to defend her precious settlements.
The battle was easily won, but not flawlessly. She'd neglected her eastern defenses, allowing a stray Ursa to clear through the brittle brick and mortar to lay waste to three of her market stalls. An annoying loss, but nothing that couldn't be rebuilt.
Lost in the reconstruction, she failed to realize her husband's absence as ten minutes turned to thirty. Vaguely, she could make out the sounds of metal banging in the kitchen, but nothing that made her wonder further. Jaune had gotten up to get snackes a few times now, and their last haul had run out quite a while ago. Most people wouldn't assume that Glynda kept junkfood in her kitchen, but those people were men and failed to understand the small comfort of simple fats and sugar during these moments in her months.
The fact that she'd shared her treasure trove of chocolate and potato chips with her husband was the greatest privilege she could bestow upon another, and she hoped he understood the gravity of that blessing. However, the smell that started leaking from the kitchen wasn't as easily ignored, forcing Glynda to finally pause her game to see what her husband had gotten up to.
"Need any help?" Guilt hit the older woman with unexpected swiftness at the sight of her husband surrounded by ingredients. Guilt and no small amount of embarrassment at getting so caught up in something as silly as a game. She hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. Who was supposed to be the adult in their relationship again?
Thankfully, there was no resentment in her husband's brilliant blue eyes when they snapped up to find her in the door. If anything, his joy at the idea only served to make her feel awkward. "Do you need anything easy?" she stressed, in case he was getting the wrong idea.
"How does cutting up the salad sound?" The blond chuckled. He had everything else mostly handled. He was sure his wife could manage that much.
If only Glynda could feel half as confident. "Of course I can make a salad," she answered anyway, strutting toward the fridge where exactly zero vegetables had been that morning. Jaune had come prepared, however, and she quickly spotted a variety of leafy greens and colorful tomatoes. Her semblance sprang to life as she lifted her hand, summoning the ingredients toward the nearby cutting board, much to Jaune's trepidation.
"You, um-." The blond faltered when a knife joined the airborne parade, floating from its drawer an inch from his face. It was a good thing he knew she had such perfect control, or else he might have been worried. "You know you need to wash those first, right?"
"…Naturally," Glynda huffed. And if it looked like all the vegetables turned to start toward the sink, that was because that had always been their destination, and the cutting board was a detour. She stubbornly ignored the muffled puff of laughter at her expense.
"Don't be embarrassed," Jaune wiped his hands clean before coming from behind to wrap his arms around her waist. "Honestly, it's refreshing to get to teach you something for once. It's kind of scary how competent you always are. It makes me happy to know that you at least need me to feed you."
"Of course I need you!" The reply came sharp and immediately. Jaune was taken aback enough to release his wife, letting her turn so he could see the stern expression glaring back at him. "Do I…do I make you feel like I don't?" Startled, Jaune opened his mouth to deny it. He hadn't meant anything by his comment. However, Glynda continued before he had the chance. "Men have said something similar in the past. How they felt like they didn't have any place in my life because I already had so much figured out."
Oof.
Jaune made sure to kiss her forehead before meeting her searching gaze. "Honestly?" Glynda nodded, making it clear that she wouldn't settle for anything less. "I kind of feel the opposite." It was Glynda's turn to be taken aback. The blond tried to explain, "Glynda, I haven't figured out anything. So it's kind of nice to be able to latch onto someone that's so sturdy and sure. With everything else going on in my life, I'm not sure I could handle someone is as big of a mess as I am.
"Besides," Jaune continued, seeing some of the tension ease from his wife's features, "just because it doesn't always feel like you need me, that doesn't mean I can't see how much you want me." That earned him a smile. Or, well, Glynda's equivalent. But the younger man had long since learned to associate the sparkle in her green eyes with the same joy in his heart as he leaned down to press a much longer kiss into her receptive lips.
His wife ended the kiss with an appreciative hum, running the tip of her nose against his jawline. "Definitely want you," she confirmed, much to Jaune's pleased bashfulness. He had to quickly remind himself of her unavailability, tempted to lift her onto the countertop right then and there.
It took an iron will to stop his appreciation of her hips and waist, disengaging with an awkward cough. "Right, so. Salad!" And although Glynda saw right through him, she was kind enough to let the moment pass, her frustration beginning to match her husband's.
Going back to cooking was exactly the distraction both of them needed, as unsuccessful as it might have been. Glynda worked with much more confidence once Jaune took the time to explain with clear steps what was required and how to portion each vegetable for the two of them. It wasn't long before everything was washed and prepped, letting the flying knife slice through floating ingredients.
Was it the lazy way? Absolutely. Was it also awesome to watch? Even more so. Especially since Jaune knew exactly how hard it must have been to hold so much in the air at once and maneuver them independently from each other with grace and dexterity. Looking back, his singular telekinetic arm paled in comparison.
"How do you do that?" Jaune had to ask once it was clear he wasn't able to focus on his own tasks. Unfortunately, the key to his wife's success wasn't as easy as he'd hoped.
"It's a simple matter of splitting your focus," the blonde shrugged her shoulders. And maybe it was his imagination, but was everything more graceful now that she knew he was watching? "I started out the exact same as you, with the ability to manipulate one thing at a time. Eventually, I added a second, then a third, and then four things until I managed what you see now."
When the food was all chopped, the bowl began to float, its contents rolling and mixing with supernatural finesse. Jaune didn't think to stop her when he saw the bottle of dressing he'd set aside join the performance, wincing only after a healthy dollop fell into the fresh leaves. And Glynda looked so proud of herself that he decided to keep the mistake to himself, reconciling that his wife's mood was worth choking down a soggy salad.
"There are exercises that can help you if you think you're ready to start developing my semblance."
"What kind of exercises?" Jaune snapped his attention back toward the blonde. Thoughts of grueling meditation atop a mountaintop sprang to mind. Or maybe drinking some herbal tea to expand his mental potential?
Glynda's eyes locked onto his, as serious as he'd ever seen her. And in a domineering voice, his wife revealed the first step to mastering her incredible and powerful semblance. "Rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time."
It was a good thing Jaune hadn't been holding anything because he would have surely dropped it. "Can you please take this seriously?" He begged, feeling a twitch against his eyelid. But his wife was nothing but, finally setting everything on the counter.
"It's harder than you think," she shook her head at him. "Before you start constructing and manipulating your psychic appendages independently, you need to try giving your physical body separate tasks to see how hard it is."
That didn't make Jaune feel any better. He stared into her face, looking for any sign that this was a joke or that she was messing with him. Unfortunately, he would have a better chance of extracting symbolic meaning from a painting than trying to suss out his wife's intentions when she wasn't making them plain. He had no choice but to accept that the worst outcome was making Glynda laugh before giving her instructions a tenuous try.
Only to immediately fail.
"No, wait," Jaune blinked, feeling the circles on his stomach turn into pats as the hand on his head skipped its rhythm. Stopping both, he tried to reset, only to run into the opposite problem when the hand on his head failed to rise after a few pats, adopting the same rhythm as the one on his stomach. Despite his best attempts, it looked like he could do one or the other. But not both at the same time. "Okay, is this even poss-?"
The blond's burst of initial irritation was cut short when he looked over to see his wife accomplishing the task with ease. This was in addition to floating the cutting board and knife over toward the sink, where the faucet opened, and water began to flood the basin.
"You're not going to get it right away," Glynda admonished, letting her hands fall back to her sides. "But don't give up and keep practicing in your free time. The mind is a muscle like any other, and once you've learned how to split your focus once, it gets easier to add tasks." At least, that's how it had worked for her. "Just remember, you need to give each hand the same amount of attention. You can't leave one behind to focus on the other, or else you'll run into the same problem. Learning to split your focus is the key."
Jaune took his wife's instructions to heart despite how he'd received the information. Going back to their separate jobs, he found himself trying to integrate her training into simple tasks with little success. This had the unexpected side effect of also teaching the young man why his wife might have had so much bad luck in the kitchen.
Doing everything at once sounded great until you realized some things needed your complete focus. Namely, watching pans and knowing when to take the meat off the burner. Suffice to say, Jaune stopped playing around when it was time to add the second chicken breast to the stove, which would be reserved for his wife. Hopefully, she wouldn't ask why his portion was noticeably darker than hers when they sat down.
The last item was a package of frozen rolls he'd already set out to rise. Glynda watched over his shoulder as he set the timer. "Is that all that's left?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jaune grunted, sliding the tray inside and feeling heat roll over his arms before closing the oven. "Sorry. I didn't think they'd take so long to thaw." But the meat would keep that long, and the salad wasn't getting any cooler. It should only be a small inconvenience.
"That's alright," Glynda soothed, "I'm sure we can find something to occupy ourselves for the next twenty minutes."
The tone of her voice sounded casual, but that didn't stop Jaune's shoulders from hitching as he turned around to a coy glint peering through long, sculpted eyelashes. Suddenly, he was very happy about the mistimed item, giving him a chance to approach his wife with a knowing grin. Glynda hardly refused him, melting against his side like she belonged there. And as his arms wrapped around her slender frame, the older woman gave herself to the simple pleasure of her husband's lips.
Glynda couldn't help herself, it seemed. Today had been…everything that she had been looking forward to. And not just since Jaune had promised her a day to herself. Today had been everything that she'd imagined back before she'd found her husband—when all she'd had was a shadowy silhouette to picture by her side. Someone to kiss her when she got back from work. Someone to cuddle on the couch. Someone to cook with. Even having him nearby as she'd finished the paperwork for Ozpin had made the tedious task somehow domestic and wonderful in a way that made her skin tingle in anticipation.
These were all the kind of things she had secretly been longing for, wondering if she would ever find that person to fill the role. As she found herself walked back onto the kitchen counter with Jaune's weight settling against her front, she felt that empty longing become satisfied. And with it came an inner peace that Glynda never rightfully expected for herself, making her cling to the man in question that much tighter as her lips opened to appreciate the taste of him filling her mouth.
Poor Jaune had no way of knowing about all of the emotions running through his wife. He had no choice but to interpret the passion as an invitation, encouraging him to trace a hand along her warm stomach and work his way higher, recapturing the heavy orb of her breasts, still wonderfully free as they bounced beneath her top. Except this time, he allowed his fingers to find the rippled center where her nipple sank into her flesh. Glynda's back immediately arched into his touch as her gasp threatened to steal the very air from his lungs.
You'd think he would be bored of them after a whole afternoon of free access, but Jaune showed the fallibility in that line of thinking with the smile he pressed against Glynda's own curled lips. The spark of arousal his touch and weight inspired was as frustrating for the poor blonde as it was welcome, making her desperate for a chance to do something about it. Especially when the heat of his hard cock registered against her thigh, grinding into the thick meat.
'What a complete waste of a good erection,' she internally sighed. But then, maybe it didn't have to be?
Glynda considered as her lips opened and closed against her husband's mouth, remembering that there were other ways to perform her wifely duties. Nothing that would produce anything, but that didn't make them any less fun. Making up her mind, the older woman broke their kiss, much to Jaune's disappointment. But his feelings were assuaged by the hand that came up to rest against the prominent bulge in the front of his pants.
"Would you like me to take care of this for you?"
The question came inches from his ear, and Jaune didn't bother disguising the shiver that tickled his spine at the rough texture. Her voice always got a little deeper when his wife was in the mood, and the younger man had to quickly swallow against his throat before answering. "What did you have in mind?"
Traditional was obviously out of the question. Not that Jaune wasn't willing to give it a try, especially as hard as he felt now. But Glynda had already made it clear that she wasn't comfortable during this time, so Jaune knew better than to assume she'd changed her mind. Besides, that meant she was offering other services, and the possibilities made his imagination run wild.
Even if she was just offering her hands, Jaune knew it would be better than what he could accomplish on his own. Her warm body pressed against his as they kissed, her long finger stroking him until he spilled all over the milky complexion of her fair skin. Then again, he would be lying if he tried to say he wouldn't prefer if she used her mouth. She'd sucked on him before, but never to completion. And something about the idea of spilling onto her mouth made the confines of his pants more painful than they already were.
Oh, but that wasn't the limit, was it? Hands and mouth were only what he'd already tried. What if she had something new in store? Something like…
The blonde's gaze inevitably strayed between their bodies where his wife's voluminous breasts pressed into his chest. So soft and warm despite the clothing between them. The young man began wondering how those same sensations might feel…lower. And that summoned the picture of his topless wife rubbing herself along his shaft, the bright red tip of his cock peeking in and out of her cleavage as she smiled up at him.
It was downright pornographic. Made only worse by the confirmation that Glynda was one of the few women he knew who were probably equipped enough to fit around him. He would have felt brave enough to ask for it if something else didn't pop into his brain a second before the signals could reach his lips.
It wasn't anything new. It was something he'd thought about almost every time he caught himself admiring the shape of his wife's rear or hips. It was the mental picture he'd taken of her spread cheeks and the tiny hole hidden within.
Now Jaune realized he was getting close to dangerous territory. But that never stopped him from wondering. Hoping? After all, one of the benefits of being with Glynda was her experience and openness. It gave him more courage to approach the issue than with, say, Pyrrha. Who he felt confident would shut him down the second he so much as hinted at any interest in her rear entrance.
Before he knew it, Jaune could feel his blood racing at the idea. He wanted to try. At least try. Was that so bad? Unfortunately, he'd gotten himself so worked up in the two seconds it took Glynda to reply that he found himself impossibly disappointed by the answer.
"Hmm," the blonde hummed playfully, "Well, since dinner is so far away, I was wondering if you could provide an appetizer?" It was merely a flicker. A momentary dip in the eagerness that had been dancing in his gaze. But Glynda had caught it. And they both knew when doubt flashed across her own features. "Unless…you had something else in mind?" She drew her head back to get a clearer view.
"N-No way!" Jaune immediately denied it, trying to save face. "A blow job would be incredible." But his blushing cheeks and stammer made Glynda more curious than offended, obviously wondering what could make her husband so nervous.
"Jaune, it's okay," she tried to reassure him. "I'm not angry. I'm just curious about what you thought I was going to offer?" And when he still didn't answer, she kissed his cheek. "You can tell me anything, Dearest. I hope you know that by now."
It was an uncomfortable place to be, caught between a rock and a hard place. Jaune had to reconcile with himself that the worst she could say was no and that he'd respect that! But he'd never know if he didn't bring it up first. Besides, married couples should be mature and comfortable enough to talk about bedroom interests with each other.
"I mean," Jaune started stiffly, trying and failing at a smile. "I already mentioned the first promise you made the day we got married, but do you remember the second?" And given the way Glynda's head tilted, he could see that she needed reminding. "That, if I was interested in something new, we could talk about it?"
"I do," Glynda merely confirmed.
Jaune stole a fortifying breath before forging ahead. "Then I guess I've been wondering…how you would feel having sex another way." But his vagueness worked against him in this case, forcing Glynda's eyes into a confused squint.
"That's not very helpful, Jaune. Could you be clearer?" And he could…except for the bright red color that had already started bleeding into his collar and turning the tips of his ears into cherries. Clearly, talking was not his strong suit. So maybe it would be better if he showed her? Before he could lose his nerve, he allowed his hand to trail over the elastic of her pants, along the soft cotton hugging her rear, until his large hand cupped her generous cheek. Giving the supple skin a hard squeeze finally offered Glynda the clue she was sorely lacking as realization flashed through her green orbs.
"Oh!" The blonde gasped before she could stop herself. The sound was immediately followed by a much more modest "oh." as his intention settled inside of her, leaving her emotions slightly queasy and unsure for the first time.
Glynda was never more thankful for her expressionless face than right then, keeping the immediate rejection in her heart from showing. Instead, she forced herself to calm down, thinking critically about the matter and asking herself how she really felt. And the answer she came to was…uncomfortable. But uncomfortable enough to refuse her husband's first gesture toward exploring their intimate relations?
In Jaune's defense, he wasn't the first man to broach that subject with her. And while Glynda wasn't strictly opposed to anal, neither had she seen any reason to entertain such requests for any of the men who had tried before him. There were much easier ways of bringing men to climax, after all.
But then, none of them had been her husband, had they? And it was for his sake and nothing else that the older woman considered if she could be comfortable with that kind of arrangement.
"We don't have to do anything, obviously!" Jaune rushed after only a few seconds of awkward silence, backtracking as fast as possible in the face of his wife's shocked stare. Always so quick to jump to the worst-case scenario, he had no choice but to take her silence as rejection and had no trouble accepting as much. "If you want to use your mouth, that's perfectly fine. Amazing, even. Or you don't have to do anything at all. I just thought I'd ask to see what you thought or if you'd done it before? Please don't get upset."
Glynda silenced him with a kiss, hard and stifling. And when she parted, her eyes took on a considering gleam, and she commented, "Dearest, you talk too much."
"S-Sorry," he stammered once again, matching the shy smile that found its way onto his lips.
"I have not, in fact, done that before," she revealed, giving Jaune a conflict of emotion. On one hand, taking one of his wives' firsts never failed to excite him. However, if she hadn't allowed it by this point, that didn't bode well for his chances. But before he could get himself too down, she continued, "So, I'd like to propose a compromise." And if she didn't have Jaune's full attention before, that got it.
"I'm not saying no…" She spoke the words slowly, like she was weighing each before allowing them to fall from her thin lips. "However, I do think I need to say not tonight. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this yet and would like some time to think on the matter."
"Oh," Jaune didn't hesitate to nod, accepting her decision without a second thought. "Yeah, that's fine. Totally fair." And, honestly? The fact that she was willing to think about it was already much more than he'd thought he'd get.
"Let me finish," Glynda held up a hand. "I want some time to think, but I will admit that I'm also somewhat curious." If only to make him happy. "So, this is my proposal. Tonight, I'll use my mouth since other avenues are unavailable. And in return, I'll let you use your fingers on my…there." And the fact that she was just as embarrassed as her husband to say the word was nothing short of adorable. "If it's not too terribly uncomfortable and I can get used to the idea, we can talk further about taking steps forward."
One look at her husband's face told Glynda all she needed about what he thought about that idea. Shivering at the hungry quality that had infected his blue stare, Glynda felt herself respond in kind, urging her forward to steal one more hard kiss against his lips. "Wait for me on the couch. I'll be right with you."
Jaune did as he was asked, watching his wife disappear into the bathroom a moment later. And while he wasn't sure what went on in there, when the blonde reappeared, she did so completely naked except for her oversized shirt to hide her shame. Of which it did an especially poor job, gifting him flashes of her straw colored curls with every motion of her thigh kicking at the hem. Distracted, he failed to so much as notice the bottle of vanilla lotion in her hand until it was literally thrust into his face.
"I don't have any real lube on hand for obvious reasons, so this will have to do," The blonde explained. "Another reason to hold off on the real thing until we're better prepared."
When Jaune reached out to take it from her, his wife yanked it back and held it there until he met her very pointed gaze. "This is to be used liberally tonight, understand? When you think you have enough, double it." It was only after the younger man nodded that she finally handed it over, sinking down into the seat beside his. Their fingers brushed as they passed the item, but Glynda's hand didn't move away. Instead, she followed the path of his fingers, across the back of his hand, along the sleeve of his button-up, and up his shoulder before she finally landed on his lips, tracing the structures of his face in a very similar way to what he'd done to her that afternoon.
Jaune's skin prickled beneath her touch, tingling with familiar warmth wherever she passed. Pursuing his lips ever so slightly, he kissed the tips of her fingers. A kiss that shifted toward her palm as she turned her hand to cup his face. Finally, those longer fingers buried themselves in the loose color of his hair, finding the back of his head, where she guided him toward her for a slow kiss that quickly built back to all of their previous passion. Except this time, Jaune felt his wife's expert fingers start to work on the front of his pants, intent on freeing him.
Following her lead, Jaune allowed his hand to start the journey over her hip and toward the expanse of her backside. An effort made that much easier when she lifted her bottom as soon as she felt his attention dancing across her wide, womanly curves.
Jaune made himself comfortable, taking a moment to appreciate the firm shape of a professional huntress. Despite her age, there was no sign of the sagging or gravity that likely should have started to weigh on her body. Just the perfect mix of muscle of feminine softness wrapped around a wonderfully mature figure.
The mood took a turn when Glynda's lips shifted from his lips to his neck, sending shocks of pleasure through him as her teeth graced the sensitive skin. This time, she moved down his body, from his shoulder down his chest, laying a lingering kiss wherever she went. It was enough to make the blond slightly feverish, silently wishing he'd had the forethought to strip down so he could feel the soft give of her lips everywhere she touched him. But Glynda didn't make him wait long before a bloom of wet warmth enclosed around his exposed tip, swallowing him whole and returning him to the expert experience of Glynda's mouth around his tool.
All of Jaune's efforts came to a halt as he took a moment to appreciate the picture in his lap, feeling his wife's loose hair tickling his thigh as it fell around her face in a curtain of soft blonde. The back of her head rose and fell where he could feel her lips caressing the throbbing skin of his shaft. A sensation that was almost as wonderful as the tongue tenderly nurturing the rest of him in long, soft licks that curled his toes into the carpeted floor.
Pushing her face deeper around his cock, Glynda inadvertently thrust her rear high into her husband's hand. As she'd transitioned from kissing his face to his sex, she'd had to settle with her lower half kneeling further down the loveseat on her hands and knees. The new angle shifted the hem of her shirt up her body until the shadow of her breasts dangling beneath was barely visible inside the thin cotton. The bevy of newly exposed flesh along her smooth back drew Jaune's attention back to her suspended lower half, watching it sway back and forth with her efforts.
Jaune stared at the heart-shaped globes, a paler shade than the rest of her lily-white complexion. Giving her rear another squeeze, he enjoyed the way his fingers molded into the giving flesh and appreciated the sensation even more.
Glynda hummed with appreciation, giving him permission to go further. So he did, feeling his breath start to deepen beneath his wife's ministrations. Keeping focused on the task at hand became slightly difficult as he began to venture deeper, running a finger along the valley of her ass where the smooth, firm skin of her tailbone transitioned into something wrinkled and tense.
Very tense.
It was a thrilling discovery, and Jaune's curiosity got away from him. He'd never gotten the chance to explore this area with either of his wives, which meant he was more surprised when the wound muscles twitched at his touch, reflexively clenching to fend off his tickling invader. But that was a natural instinct. One Glynda needed to learn to fight unless she wanted to make this process more difficult for herself.
With her face in his lap, the woman's eyebrows drew together as she forced that part of her body to relax and open herself. Jaune could feel the difference. But it still wasn't enough when he tried to test a finger against her virgin was completely dry. So different from what Jaune was used to finding between his wives' legs. But that was what the lotion was for. To provide what nature could not. Jaune finally reached for the bottle, only to feel his wife freeze at the sound of three generous pumps emptying into his palm.
Sticky and smooth, Jaune's senses were immediately flooded with the smell of vanilla. The scent he'd long since begun to associate with his blonde wife. Glynda's pause only lasted another heartbeat before she threw herself back into the task, like she was trying to distract herself. It was a fleeting effort. As soon as she felt her husband's now slick fingers rediscover her backdoor, she became hyper-aware of that aspect of her anatomy.
Glynda tried to keep breathing through her nose. Her licks started to last longer, lingering on Jaune's flesh like someone might try to calm themselves by petting a beloved animal. When the pressure against her increased, she had to force the tight ring of muscle to relax and allow Jaune's finger to poke inside with little difficulty.
Little, but not none. Feeling Glynda's muscles glide up to his second joint, Jaune was shocked by the pressure bearing down around him, intentional or not. Even Pyrrha hadn't been quite this snug on their wedding night, and Jaune's mind raced thinking about how that same pressure would feel around his cock. The appendage answered his imagination with a fresh bead of precum against Glynda's tongue.
Giving an experimental wiggle, Jaune found he was able to fit the rest of his finger with some coaxing, thrusting back and forth until he was rewarded with the gentle heat of her firm cheek nuzzle against his knuckle. It was already so different compared to what he was used to. His wives' sexes were always soft but firm all the way through, wrapping around his fingers and cock with the rippling intent of muscle. But this hole lacked that purpose. And the deeper he sank his finger inside her, the softer and warmer Glynda became.
Was it better than what he was used to? No, but it was different. And when it came to finding more and new ways to enjoy his brides, Jaune realized he was never fully satisfied.
Sex was strange like that. There were times when he felt pleasure in his chest more than his penis, drinking in the satisfaction and feeling of intimacy that came with holding his women close and filling their bodies with his own. And other times, those softer emotions took a back seat to the primal hunger of wanting to cum and watching his women cry out in their own pleasure.
Both were wonderful in their own ways, but it was the latter that Jaune found himself drawn to in moments like these. When he realized these smart, funny, beautiful women could make him feel more pleasure than anything on the planet, and that was all he wanted from them. At least until they rested and cleaned up afterward, anyway.
If either of his wives had any problem with when he got like that, they hadn't spoken up. Maybe because there were moments when they likely felt the same. Sweet and tender was a wonderful thing for the soul. But sometimes, they simply wanted their husband to fuck them like women, and Jaune had yet to disappoint when their passion took priority over their love.
Pumping his finger in and out of Glynda's ass offered the same dominant thrill. It was dirty but exciting. It was sexy and just as fun as he'd been imagining all this time. Jaune had to quickly remind himself of Glynda's previous trepidation and the trust she'd put in him by stepping out of her comfort zone. She was his wife, not a toy. And he wouldn't let his amusement come before her feelings.
"How does it feel?" Jaune ventured, continuing slowly and easily.
Sliding off of him with the wet slurp of saliva, Glynda swallowed and turned her head before answering honestly. "Uncomfortable. But not painfully so." It honestly wasn't as bad as she'd been worrying. But that didn't mean she'd quite reconciled with the strange sensations echoing from her bottom. The feeling of something entering that hole was deeply disturbing, and she still felt her eyes wincing every time he pushed inside her. However, the sensation of him retreating was more familiar and enjoyable in a way. Perhaps relieving would be more accurate, but that was a kind of pleasure on its own.
Jaune's fingers certainly helped matters. It was no secret that Glynda liked the feel of her husband's hands inside her. They were long things—soft but turning rougher the more acquainted with his weapon he became. It was a wonderful mixture that never failed to scratch her itches, and this act turned out to be not so different.
"Then, do you think you can take a second finger?" Jaune asked, rubbing soothing circles into the small of her back with the hand that wasn't exploring her like a puppet.
Glynda only needed to think about it for a moment before nodding. "I suppose I'm comfortable with that. But only after you add more lotion!" Her tone brooked no argument.
Jaune did so, sending a different kind of shiver up Glynda's spine when she felt his hand leave her completely. The small button of her rear slammed close without his obstruction, but it felt strange afterward. Sensitive. Tingly? Her reprieve only lasted a moment before he returned, now with two fingers braced against the tiny cavity.
'Ah, there it is," Glynda set her teeth against the slight sting of stretching flesh that assaulted her when his fingers thrust forward. Two fingers weren't much bigger than one, but she could tell the difference. Only the sight of her husband's twitching erection kept her silent, reminding her of what she was going to need to work up to if she had any hope of fulfilling his fantasy.
The things you do for love.
It didn't remain painful for long. The itchy burn faded after only a few feeble pumps of Jaune's wrist, delving deeper inside her body. Unfortunately, the previous discomfort was also worse than before, forcing the green-eyed woman's jaw to drop at the alienness of what she was feeling.
If she told him to stop, Jaune would. Glynda was confident of that. She wouldn't have permitted this experiment if she thought otherwise. But she held back the instinct, straining herself to grow accustomed to the filling sensation of her husband's knuckles grinding against her anus.
And eventually, it did get better. Or maybe her incredible mind was somehow helping her forget the discomfort. Either way, Glynda released the breath she'd been holding before deciding that she was able to continue her previous responsibility, bending her face until she could wrap her lips around her husband's tip. The blond's lap immediately flexed into her tongue, happy to be reunited.
It turned into a new rhythm that both of them stumbled over before learning. Jaune's fingers continued to pump at varying speeds, experimenting with how it felt for him as much as his wife. Meanwhile, Glynda found herself testing these new boundaries as her jaw worked, flexing and tightening around her husband with a fragile understanding.
Unfortunately, she wasn't nearly as adept at controlling these muscles as opposed to her front. It wasn't until she pushed against Jaune's thrusting fingers that she felt the first spark of something that could be called pleasure. Sexual pleasure. And as she bore down on his withdrawal, a low rumble of approval groaned into Jaune's swollen crown.
Jaune felt the difference. More than that, through their connection, he'd felt his wife's pleasure like a splash of color amidst a painting of gray. As carefully as he would handle a baby bird fallen from its nest, he tried to repeat what he'd done. But it was Glynda who needed to manipulate her body to find that spark, which she accomplished after only a few more attempts.
It was a strange feeling, but nice. Perhaps not something would be enough to get her off, but neither could blowjobs, and she'd learned to enjoy that task well enough. Sometimes, it was nice to do something for your partner. And the opportunity to sit back and watch them crumble beneath your touch was its own reward.
Minutes passed while the couple continued like this, losing themselves to the acts. Glynda's mouth was as nice as ever, and the professor worked hard to grow more and more accustomed to the strange feeling of Jaune's fingers in her butt. Thrusting. Curling. Spreading. Moving slowly until Jaune was granted permission to go faster. Only then did he enjoy the familiar burn in his forearm as he worked his fingers between his wife's spread cheeks with enough intensity to make the pale globes ripple. His reward was another groan against his meat as Glynda's lips neared his base and stayed there, letting Jaune's tip swell against the back of her narrow throat.
For her part, it was an odd progression. She wasn't sure if something had changed to make the sensations more arousing or if her arousal was making Jaune's touch against her insides more pleasurable. Either way, it wasn't long before she felt her sex start to itch and swell the longer her husband paid attention to her other hole, like she could feel residual stimulation through the thin wall of flesh separating the two openings.
It still wasn't something she imagined herself looking for, but for the first time, she could picture not entirely hating the ordeal if Jaune asked to try something larger. That itch inside of her appeared to want it, craving friction against her feverish insides than Jaune's two fingers could provide.
Stretching her open. Filling her up. Flooding her with…
"That's enough!" Glynda pulled off Jaune's cock, gasping as much from the deepthroat as her own exertions. And to his credit, her husband stopped immediately, retreating his hand from her body like she'd grown teeth.
"Did I hurt you?" was his first and only response, which Glynda loved him for.
"No, Dearest," she quickly reassured him. "But do you think we could stop here for the day? There, I mean. I don't intend to leave you uncomfortable for the rest of the night. I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed."
"You didn't like it," Jaune assumed, as disappointed as he was accepting of the fact. But just like the video games, he wasn't about to pressure her to enjoy something she didn't for his sake.
However, Glynda's answer surprised him. "I…didn't say that." Prompting Jaune to tap back into their bond, only to be flooded with the residual arousal flooding her system. It wasn't anything as obvious as the sharp shocks that usually led him toward his wives' pleasure. But it was still there, hanging between them via his semblance.
And sure enough, that cocky grin on his face formed like it always did when he did something to please his women. An expression Glynda answered with a smack to his chest, huffing a breath. She managed a modest pout of embarrassment, adorable on a woman of her age. "While I don't want to make any promises," she refused to look at him, "I may be open to trying this again sometime. Preferably when I can get the chance to enjoy myself without making a mess."
It wasn't the blanket, "I'm ready! Take me here and now," that Jaune would have preferred, but it was still a thousand times better than hearing her call him disgusting or say that he would never get to touch her ever again. Which were both ends of an equally unrealistic extreme, but they had still crossed the blond's thoughts, nevertheless.
"Just let me know when you're ready," Jaune answered, kissing the top of her head. After all, he didn't want to be that guy who constantly needled his wife only to get shot down. Not that he thought Glynda would if it made him happy, but letting her set the pace for things going up her ass felt like the polite thing to do.
Glynda, as if sensing his thoughtfulness, answered his kiss with one against his cheek. "Thank you, Dearest. I won't make you wait too long." Her lips lingered, nuzzling him before her breath whispered in his ear, "And I was thinking, maybe after we use your fingers again, you could try with the little toy you found in my nightstand?"
What toy she was talking about wasn't a question. Not for one second. Finding it had been a total accident, but after one of their weekends together, Jaune had been left alone one morning without anything to distract him. And given Glynda's sex drive and infrequency of relationships, he really hadn't been that surprised.
The only reason his wife knew about the discovery was because he'd boldly enquired if he could watch her use it, which she'd merely begged off. Not with a hard no, but she couldn't get pregnant getting laid by plastic, and their time together was better spent with more productive activities. Only now, it was sounding like Jaune might get the chance to use the bright pink vibrator on his lovely wife. His approval was immediately noted.
"Hold that thought," Glynda smiled a real smile against his ear, sending delightful shivers through his frame. Meanwhile, Glynda retraced her path down his body, except now she claimed the appropriate position on her knees between Jaune's spread thighs. There, her lips rediscovered the now aching erection of her husband, promptly opening her mouth to wash the sensitive tip with her tongue and sink her face into the nest of tawny pubic hair nesting at his base.
Able to focus on the task at hand, Glynda worked her mouth with efficiency. Between her tongue and Jaune's newly fueled imagination, it wasn't long before she felt the steady swelling against her throat peak, followed by a rush of salty fluid coating the inside of her mouth like a painting. Not that Glynda minded—the taste or the sensation as she struggled to swallow it all down. While Jaune lost himself to his orgasm, gripping the couch cushions on each of his sides for dear life, she was watching him. Green eyes peered over the rims of her glasses as his face twisted and his lips let out the cutest little gasps.
This was her husband. Her man. And she was the one who had made him this happy. The thought settled in her stomach like an orb of warmth, far outweighing the usual discomfort that lingered there during her monthlies. After he recovered, running a hand through her hair affectionately, Glynda leaned into his touch until his palm came to rest against her cheek. She nestled there, relaxing as Jaune's eyes met hers, and the two shared a tender moment after the emotional tax of what they'd shared, finding trust and empathy reflected in their mix of blue and green.
Only for their moment to be interrupted by the sudden screech of an alarm. A sound that was swiftly followed by the unmistakable smell of smoke seeping from the kitchen. "Oh my god," Jaune jumped up, nearly throwing Glynda out of the way to rush toward the oven. "My bread!"
His wife was just as startled, scrambling from the floor to silence the smoke detector. "Jaune, wait! Wash your hands first!"
Splitting your focus and cooking. Bad, bad idea.
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Jaune glanced down at the remains of his burnt chicken, drowned salad, and missing bread and shook his head at the pathetic sight. They hadn't had to use the fire extinguisher under the sink, but the rolls had been cooked beyond repair. It was more embarrassing that the alarm had triggered the building's security to walk up and check on them. It hadn't been until after the blond had stumbled through some half-hearted apology about getting distracted and closed the door that he'd realized the front of his pants had remained open the entire time.
That was still a better alternative than his bottomless wife answering the door. However, he'd had to walk back to Glynda red in the face, fairly sure that the man in uniform had known exactly what had distracted him enough to almost burn down the teacher's dorm.
Afterward, they'd tried to salvage what was left of their dinner and moved back to the couch to eat. Jaune had expected to eat at the dinner table for a proper meal. But by the time he'd put his plate together, Glynda was already eating in front of the TV with a movie playing, leaving him no choice but to join her.
His only solace was that his wife didn't appear upset by her dinner. If anything, she looked a little proud of her salad. She'd poured herself a small bottle of wine to compliment the meat, more interested in the taste than the effect this late into their evening. But when she'd offered the same to Jaune, he'd declined. Unfortunately, he had yet to develop her refined taste. It would be a while before he found himself drinking alcohol for the flavor.
Instead, he'd enjoyed the drink vicariously, watching her close her eyes each time the sharp flavor washed across her tongue so that she could savor it. The blond found the scene amusing more than anything else, smiling around his bite of food. "Maybe I should try a sip after all if you're enjoying it that much."
Glynda didn't bother defending herself, swallowing her drink with a sigh. "I'll admit, while I've always enjoyed wine, it's taken a better flavor these days." The fondness in her gaze spoke volumes before bringing the glass to her lips for another taste. "But that's what happens when you spend over a week thinking your next drink is months away. At least there's something nice that came from getting my period."
Jaune's amusement sobered. Time to talk about the elephant. "Are you still…," Upset? Angry? Sad? The blond wasn't sure which one fit he didn't need to finish to be understood.
Rather than answer right away, Glynda's eyes focused on her glass for a long few seconds. "I'm better than I was before." It was a tactical answer but also the truth. "But today was a nice distraction from thinking about it. Thank you for that."
Jaune's ears turned pink, knowing he'd been caught. But he didn't try to deny it. A large part of his grand plan had been an effort to get his wife's mind off of their failure to conceive. Which had not quite gone to plan, but everything had still worked out in the end.
"In fact, now that I've had time to think…," she hesitated, throwing back the rest of her wine before allowing her gaze to meet her husband's. "Today was wonderful," she admitted. "Falling in love with someone so quickly is a terrifying and confusing ordeal. Being able to nap together, cook together, and spending the day on this couch—it all felt like a gift. It felt like real, quality time together."
Flickering between his blue orbs, her attention strayed away guiltily once she continued. "Once we have a child…it won't be just the two of us anymore, will it?"
The question was so surprising that Jaune found himself cautious to respond. But the answer was obvious. All Jaune needed was to think back to his own parents. And while sure, they had date nights and clearly enough alone time to keep making him more sisters, they didn't get days together. Even with his older siblings helping out, there was always a child who needed something from his parents. A meal that needed cooking for tiny, hungry mouths. A mess that needed cleaning. A booboo that needed kissing.
Of course, he and Glynda weren't alone. They had Pyrrha, with more wives on the way if those two had their say. Jaune was sure Pyrrha wouldn't mind looking after the baby if Jaune and Glynda wanted to spend some time together. But that would only be temporary. It would always be temporary. You didn't get to stop being parents, even when you weren't with your children. And once he and her passed that threshold, they wouldn't be allowed to keep being Jaune and Glynda anymore. They would need to accept becoming Mom and Dad.
"No," Jaune eventually answered, somewhat grasping a few of the sacrifices his own parents had made for him and his siblings over the years. "But…isn't that what you want?" It had been. Ever since the very start of their relationship, the very first thing she'd asked for after putting on her ring was children as fast as he could give them to her.
"Yes," Glynda's voice remained firm. Remained sure. "Of course, I still want our child. I'm not trying to say otherwise. I'm just explaining that maybe I was a little too focused on what comes next instead of appreciating what we already have." She drew a deep, shuddering breath. "I've spent so long looking for a man who I could love. And now that I've found him, perhaps it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to spend more time together while we can.
"That doesn't mean I want to stop trying, of course," Glynda corrected, perhaps seeing a little too much hope in Jaune's eyes. He wasn't getting off the hook that easily. "But maybe it's not for the worse that we didn't get it on the first try. Or the second. I know it'll happen eventually, so there's no need to rush things or get upset. In the meantime, it means we get to enjoy a few more days like this."
Jaune felt his shoulders sag. It was a little disappointing that he couldn't convince his wife to push this back another year or four, but he took comfort in knowing that she wasn't blaming herself anymore. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled her against him, feeling her hands snake around him in return. They stayed like that for a long moment, listening to the sound of the TV playing over the soothing rhythm of each other's breath.
"So…does that mean we get to keep having lots of sex?" Because that was one aspect of having children that Jaune had been enjoying.
Thankfully, Glynda wasn't put off by his comment. If anything, she appreciated the excuse to laugh and lighten the mood. Jaune could be as silly as he wanted. She was serious enough for both of them. "Just try and escape," she warned, tightening her arms enough to make the younger man wince. "I'll tie you to my bed and keep you there until you're too exhausted to crawl away."
Her husband's smile was equal parts amused and enticed by the idea. "Promises, promises." That's when he leaned down to kiss her on the lips, giving Jaune his first taste of that night's wine lingering on her breath as she curled deeper into his body. He savored the sweet and spicy tang for several seconds before pulling away. Bringing a hand to Glynda's jaw, he gazed down at her flushed pink lips and drew a thumb across their smooth texture. Hmm, maybe he was learning how to appreciate fine wines after all? So long as he could drink them from his wife's mouth.
The two spent the rest of the evening curled together, with Glynda's head resting on his chest while they watched whatever they could find on the TV. Even when they reached the point where they should have gone to bed, school was waiting for both of them in the morning, Glynda couldn't find it in her to end such a special day and call for sleep. Jaune was equally reluctant to be the first to speak up, more than willing to trade a nap during his first period for a few more hours in this moment.
Unfortunately, Glynda didn't have a teenager's stamina anymore, and it wasn't long before the heat of his body and the weight of her eyelids overwhelmed her. Her soft snores rumbled to life against his chest, prompting Jaune to finally accept the inevitable and shut the TV off. She inevitably awoke feeling him lift her lithe body into his arms to start toward the bedroom but said nothing to dissuade him. Instead, she silently relished the experience of being spoiled. Her arms wrapped themselves around his body until she felt the softness of her mattress against her back. Jaune's weight sank beside her a moment later.
Her limbs gravitated in his direction like magnets. Her sleep-addled brain waited for the addition of two more, having grown used to sharing the real estate that was her husband's body each night. It took far too long for her to remember Pyrrha wasn't with them for once, and she had Jaune all to herself. There wasn't so much as another second before Glynda claimed that territory, sprawling over her husband in a manner most undignified.
It was then that the blonde came to a decision.
Jaune's laughter faded into darkness, accepting his wife's clinging without complaint. Placing a hand on top of hers, he waited for the familiar exhaustion of night to drag him into sleep, only to remember that he was oddly rested for once. Over the last week, he'd fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. But being given a chance to lay next to his wife for a few minutes wasn't the worst thing in the world. Her breasts were soft, and the rest of her was warm enough beneath the covers to wrap him in a comfortable cocoon.
Silence persisted for what must have been ten minutes. Jaune was starting to feel his thoughts begin to slow down when Glynda's voice broke that quiet, sounding meek, of all things. "Are you still awake?" she asked. He answered with a hand through her hair, which she nuzzled with relief. "Do you remember when I said you were allowed to be a little more selfish?"
"Yeah?" Jaune grunted, blinking his eyes open to stare at the black ceiling above them.
Glynda's face turned to press into his shoulder, muffling her voice as she asked. "Would you mind if I was a little more selfish too?"
As if it were ever a question. "Anything that you want." Anything that he had the power to give her, anyway. He'd already agreed to put a baby in her. Jaune doubted there was anything else that would make him hesitate.
And yet, there was still a pause before his wife answered, almost fearfully. "I don't want another month to go by before we can do this again. I didn't mind before, but I think that's because I didn't know how nice it can be having you all to myself. And now, I don't think I can go back to being a…weekend wife."
The sound of fabric shifted in the darkness. And while Jaune couldn't see her, he could feel her hovering above him. "Would you mind if you started sleeping here part of the week? I'm still happy to share weekends with Pyrrha, I know she's your wife too. But I'd like it if you came back here after classes were finished. Maybe twice a week?"
Jaune found himself surprised by her request, only to be swept away by regret for ever making Glynda feel like a "weekend wife," as she'd put it. The fact that he spent more time with Pyrrha had never been intentional. It was merely a product of their schedules. But that was no excuse. It just meant that he should have been more thoughtful about making time for Glynda during the week.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Jaune agreed, feeling the tension leave his wife as she sagged back into place beside him. And in case there were any lingering fears, he pressed a long kiss against her forehead, hoping to convey his willingness.
"Do you think Pyrrha will be upset?" How many women in Glynda's position would be kind enough to worry about that kind of thing?
"Naw," Jaune grinned, knowing it was a lie. She would absolutely care about losing him at night. But she wouldn't blame Glynda. So far, the two had shown a surprising amount of consideration toward each other and Jaune knew Pyrrha would want to be fair in regards to their shared husband.
Twisting his nightshirt in her fingers, she propped her chin on his chest to look in his direction. "I love you, Dearest. So, so much." Even though she understood that Jaune still wasn't able to say it back, it still felt so good to be able to say it to him.
Jaune answered the only way he could, pulling her into a clumsy kiss. And what he lacked in words, he made up for with the motions he imprinted onto the gesture, pouring every inch of his care and appreciation into his wife's lips until the blonde couldn't dare question the depths of his feelings toward her.
When the kiss ended, Glynda decided to take advantage of their missing wife and rolled onto her side, taking Jaune with her. He followed her direction, curling around her smaller shape like a warm wall of protection, pulling her back into his chest with an arm thrown around her stomach. That was how Glynda finally gave into sleep for the night, the softest smile curling at the edges of her lips, still wet with Jaune's affection.
A/N: Funnily enough, I had this chapter written for a while. It just took me this long to sit down and edit the damn thing. This might piss a few people off, but it can get exhausting reading your own work over and over again. It's so easy to get wrapped up in the same writing style and sentence structure and confuse boring and familiar with bad. And the only cure I've found is putting some distance between me and my work for a bit.
That said, some very kind reviews/commenters have come across my story recently and gave me the motivation to get back on my horse. Thanks a ton. I know I'm shit about responding in most cases but I'm still reading every notification that pops up and everyone has been super positive.
Anyway, after this chapter, we're getting a bit of a time skip as we move into the RWBY arc. And while I wasn't editing, I did take some time to start outlining the next few chapters and how I want them to be paced. That said, the next few might be on the shorter side. Which could mean that they come much faster. Fingers crossed. But maybe shorter, faster updates won't feel as burdensome.