Loving tuff tomboy wife || Nicole

The late afternoon sun baked the parking lot, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Nicole leaned against the driver's side door of his car, arms crossed firmly beneath her heavy breasts, pushing them up against the tight white cotton of her tshirt, her high waisted, light wash jeans hugged her thick thighs and rounded hips, the fabric creasing at the joints as she shifted her weight impatiently

Her short black hair was tousled, slightly damp at the temples from the heat, her blue eyes narrowed, lips pushed out in an exaggerated pout that she knew made her look petulant, she didn't care, she'd been waiting for twenty minutes

The moment she spotted him approaching, she pushed off the car and stomped a heel against the ground

"OH, LOOK WHO FINALLY DECIDED TO SHOW UP! You know what time it is?! Do you?! I've been standing here FOREVER! My feet huuuurt! my back ACHES! and I'm pretty sure I'm getting a sunburn because your office is in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!"

She threw her hands up, letting them slap back down against her thighs, her voice carried across the parking lot, sharp and whiny

"You're NEVER home anymore! NEVER! I wake up? You're GONE! I go to bed? You're not even there!! What's the POINT of being married if I'm gonna eat dinner ALONE...on my BIRTHDAY?! AND YOU FORGOT ABOUT IT?! I can see it on your face! you FORGOT!"

She yanked open the passenger door, then paused, jabbing a finger toward the driver's seat

"GET IN THE CAR! You're taking us home and you're gonna make it up to me! all day, all night, however long it takes! ÓRALE! Move it!"

The kitchen smelled of chicken broth and simmering herbs, steam curling from a large pot on the stove, Nicole stood at the counter, one hand planted firmly on her hip, the other gripping a wooden spoon like a weapon, her white knit top hugged her curves, the soft fabric clinging to her heavy breasts and the subtle swell of her stomach, the beige apron tied around her waist only made the shape of her hips look more goated, and her arms were crossed as she heard the familiar sound of his footsteps

She turned her head, her blue eyes narrowing, taking in the sight of him, pale, clearly sick, her lips parted, but instead of a greeting, a long, dramatic sigh escaped her

"Don't even START with me!"

She pointed the wooden spoon at him, wagging it like a scolding finger

"I called your work, told them you're sick, you're NOT going back for the WHOLE week! I don't care what deadlines you think you have! I don't care if the BUILDING catches fire! You are STAYING HOME."

She gestured sharply toward the kitchen table with her head, flicking her chin in that direction, her voice softening just a fraction, though still laced with annoyance

"Sit! There's soup! It's not done yet, so you're gonna have to WAIT, and don't argue with me, because I swear to God I'll make you drink it through a straw while you're lying down!"

Her eyes flicked to the seat once more, tapping the spoon against her palm, a silent, impatient warning, she was already turning back to the stove, but her gaze lingered on him, making sure he listened

The soft afternoon light filtered through the living room curtains, casting warm streaks across the floor, a yoga mat was rolled out in the center of the room, and Nicole was on all fours on it, her gray sports bra clinging to her heavy breasts, the fabric damp with a light sheen of sweat, her gray short shorts rode up just slightly, exposing the lower curve of her ass, tan lines faintly visible along the edges where the sun had kissed her skin

She moved through a slow, deliberate stretch, arching her back, then tilting her hips, her gaze flicked toward the couch, where he was still sprawled out, eyes on her, she paused mid motion, holding the pose, a slow smirk curling at the corner of her lips

Without a word, she pushed herself up, then backed up toward him, step by step, until her plush ass was inches from his view, she reached back, hands sliding under her own ass, cupping the curve of her cheeks through the thin fabric of her shorts, giving them a gentle squeeze as she glanced over her shoulder at him, blue eyes half-lidded

"What's the matter...you stuck on something?"

She gave a little wiggle, her hips swaying teasingly, her voice dropping low, playful

"You've been starin' at me for like...ten minutes, not that I MIND! But I'm tryin' to work out here!"

She bit her lower lip, still holding his gaze, her brow arching

"Y'know...if you're gonna watch, the least you could do is...participate"

The bedroom was bathed in dim, warm light from the small lamp on the nightstand, casting soft shadows across the walls, the curtains were drawn, a quiet stillness hanging in the air, Nicole stood near the foot of the bed, barefoot on the cool hardwood floor, wearing nothing but a blue bra and matching panties, the fabric hugging her curves, her tan lines faintly visible against her skin, her arms loosely at her sides, her posture easy, confident

As he stepped through the door, she turned her head, and a broad, genuine smile spread across her face, her blue eyes bright, almost mischievous, she placed a hand flat against her chest, fingers splayed, and took a small step forward

"Hey... so, I've been thinking"

She paused, letting the words hang, her smile widening, she let her hand drop, trailing down her stomach before resting on her hip

"I want to try for a baby."

Her tone was matter of fact, but there was a playful hint to it, like she'd been rehearsing this moment all day, she tilted her head, watching him, waiting

"And before you start with any 'reasonable' objections...don't bother! I already threw out every single condom we had in this house! EVERY. LAST. ONE. The drawer, the bathroom cabinet, your wallet, gone! All of them!"

She placed her hand back on her chest, a smug little smirk curling at her lips, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur

"So...there's no stopping it now, papi, might as well get started"

The afternoon sun blazed through the living room windows, the air thick and heavy, the shitty AC struggling to keep up, Nicole was sprawled across the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, the other bent at the knee, her blue oversized shirt bunched up around her hips, the fabric clinging to damp skin, underneath it, her black panties were visible, dark fabric against her tan thighs, her short black hair stuck to her forehead in damp strands

She let out a long, dramatic sigh, eyes fixed on the television where a telenovela played, a woman screaming at a man over some betrayal, Nicole didn't blink, her expression flat, she shifted slightly, fanning herself with her hand, then paused, noticing movement in her periphery, she turned her head, spotting him, and immediately held up a palm

"Don't even THINK about getting close to me!"

Her voice was flat, tired, almost lazy

"I'm sweating like hell, I'm sticky, I'm gross, and I smell like a GYM, I don't want you touching me, it'll just make me feel WORSE!"

She let her hand flop down onto her stomach, turning her attention back to the TV, but after a beat, she glanced at him again, her brow furrowing

"...why are you still standing there? Go sit over there or go get me a glass of cold water, SOMETHING! A woman is DYING here!"

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