Sexy Pregnancy

Sexy Pregnancy -Amy had found out that she was pregnant just over three months prior. Ever since, she’d found herself undeniably attracted to her husband. Unfortunately, her first trimester was taken up with mood swings, heart burn, excessive tiredness and morning sickness- which occurred basically twenty-four hours a day. This made sexual encounters brief, uncomfortable and few. However, she had just hit her 4 month mark and was feeling much better and still incredibly turned on. Her sexy pregnancy had begun.

She wasn’t entirely sure why her desire for her husband, Mark, had increased so much. She was willing to mark some of it up to hormones. After the months of morning sickness she’d experienced she was well aware of the surge of hormones inhabiting her body. But that could only account for part of the experience. There was something logical and natural in the desire.

It was seeing her body change and knowing that Mark was responsible for that. She now viewed him in a different light. She had always found him attractive, but now he was irresistible to her. She saw him as strong and manly, which she had before, of course, but now it was in such a more extreme light. She had always seen herself as just as strong, but now she just wanted to please him. She would spend hours in front of the mirror, looking at her small, but noticeable bump. All she could think of was how Mark had affected her body and she loved that feeling.

She was excited to be a mum, it was her dream. As soon as they had gotten married it was constantly on her mind. Before she had gotten pregnant she had worried that pregnancy and motherhood would take away from her identity as a wife. She had not expected that it would increase and multiply that identity. Never before had she felt such a connection to Mark, nor such a connection to being a wife.

The weather had just hit spring and while the sun was brightening up their house, there was still a distinct coolness in the air. Amy was wearing a pair of full length yoga pants and a tight hugging hot pink, long-sleeved top. They didn’t tell anyone of their pregnancy until twelve weeks so she’d spent that time wearing loose fitting clothes, worried that her growing bump would be noticed. She had enjoyed the last month and being able to wear clothes that showed off her bump, not hid it.

She was in the kitchen, washing the dishes, absentmindedly waiting for Mark to come home from work. Before pregnancy, house up-keep wasn’t her strong suit. She took care of the finances and the animals and worked part time but looking after the house wasn’t something she enjoyed. After pregnancy, she became a whiz at it. Part of it was to do with the desire to raise a child in a clean, safe environment, but she knew even this could be traced back to being in awe of her husband and wanting to please him. She still wasn’t comfortable with that thought though. She could handle feeling sexually aroused and submissive to him, but she didn’t know how she felt about doing things to please him.

Mark was due home any minute and Amy could hardly wait. Amy hadn’t really expressed how she was feeling to him. He did notice that she was wanting sex a lot more, more than before they fell pregnant but he had just assumed that was hormones. He had also noticed her cleaning habits but hadn’t really thought about it. Amy had been wanting to share her new found outlook, but wasn’t sure where to start. She was still trying to get her own head around it.

She heard footsteps on the patio and their two dogs ran towards the door. A smile crept up on her face- Mark’s home!

She could hear their dogs jumping around and greeting her husband, she heard him laugh and say “hello” to both of them.

“Amy?” he called for her.

“In the kitchen,” she called back, while continuing with finishing up the dishes.

She heard his footsteps grow louder as he approached the kitchen. He came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her stomach. She smiled at his embrace.

‘Thank you for doing the dishes!” he said enthusiastically. “You’re so good to me.”

Mark had always been one to appreciate every little thing she did. Lately, when she was doing a bit more, there were a lot of “thank you”s.

She finished the pot she was working on and put it on top of the drainer. She then turned around to face Mark, his hands not leaving her as she did so.

They kissed softly on the lips. “How was work?” she asked him.

He began telling her while she stared longingly at his mouth. Once finished he released her from his grip and took one of her hands, leading her to the front hall.

“What were you thinking of doing this afternoon?” he asked her.

She knew what she’d like to be doing. ‘There’s nothing we NEED to do, I don’t think,” she responded, following him throughout the house.

“Good! Because I was thinking we should take a nap and then go and get you some new things.”

Her face brightened. She loved shopping. “What new things?” she couldn’t think of anything she needed.

“You said the other day that you needed to get some maternity pajamas.” That was true. She was okay during the day for clothes because she either wore them tight or just wore loose fitting clothes. But all her pajamas, summer especially, were made out of cotton and constricted her tummy as they had no give.

“Also,” he continued, with what she thought could be a little hesitation, “I think you need some new bras.” They were now standing in the front hallway, just next to their bedroom. Mark looked at her, almost cautiously.

He really didn’t have to, because Amy was incredibly turned on.

“Do you?” she asked. “Why?”

“Well,” he took a deep breath, “It’s just your boobs have grown and your other bras look a bit tight.”

Amy felt a tingling inside of her. “Do they?” she walked into their bedroom and stood in front of their mirror. She looked at Mark who was walking in behind her. She then took off her top, as subtly seductive as she could manage and then looked at herself in the mirror. She could see Mark in the reflection standing behind her. She looked at her breasts, which were too big for her bra.

“I guess you’re right,” she replied, her excitement rising. She internally laughed at herself at being so aroused by the fact that her husband had been looking at her breasts.

She sighed, her hands sliding down to her tummy and she gently held it. “Okay, let’s have a nap then.” she replied to Mark’s earlier statement. She lifted her eyes to his in the mirror and could see that they now had a sparkle of passion in them.

“I’m not so keen on that nap, anymore.” He said, with a wicked smile and began to undo Amy’s bra. He slid her straps off and her breasts sprung free. He then grasped them in his hands. Amy watched in the mirror. “I love your breasts so much.” He murmured. “I have always loved them, but lately they turn me on so much.”

They had also turned Amy on more than normal. They felt so full and almost demanded attention. Mark rubbed them gently, aware that they had been a bit achy-although a lot less achy then the first trimester.

“I love it when you touch them.” she said softly, still watching his reflection. “I’m glad you like them, especially because you made them like this.”

She watched his eyes flicker back to her face in the mirror. “What do you mean? How did I make them like this?”

“Well, the only way they are so big is because you got me pregnant. It’s what you put inside me that’s changing my body so much.” Amy was in awe of how easy it was to say that to him. Of course, it was just the tip of the iceberg of how she felt on the situation, but she was still impressed that she had expressed that much.

Mark smirked, “I guess I had never really thought about it like that.” he replied, fondling her breasts with a bit more enthusiasm now. “So, really they’re like mine now.” he joked.

“That’s kind of how I feel,” she responded quietly.

She analysed his facial expressions in the mirror but couldn’t work out what he was thinking. She turn around to face him. He smiled at her.

“Well, if you’re mine, lets get your clothes off,” he said gently as he slid off her pants and underpants. “I need to get some water, but you go and lie in bed. Make sure you get under the covers though because it’s cold.” He kissed her forehead.

She felt incredibly turned on by his gentle instructions and did as he said. Before long, he returned back into the room.

“Lie down honey,” he said as he got into bed next to her.

She lay on her back and he lay on his side, next to her, propping himself up with his arm. He began to rub her tummy, something she enjoyed before pregnancy, but found it even more special now that she was pregnant.

“Is your growing stomach also my fault?” he asked with a smile.

“I never said fault.” Amy responded, “But yes, it was your doing.”

“That makes it sexier, I think. I cant wait for it to get bigger.”

Amy smiled. She’d been a bit worried how he would take her body changing, even though she’d never had a toned body to start with.

His hand started to go lower and lower until it reached her pussy. He ran his fingers down, inside her opening and let out a sharp breath of air.

“Wow, you’re so wet,” he said breathlessly.

Amy groaned as he disturbed her opening, making her body more aware of her wetness.

This seemed to be enough encouragement for Mark as he began to take his shirt of. Amy began loosening his belt, removing his pants and underwear. She stroked his erect penis. He looked down at her and then positioned himself between her legs, sitting up. This had been a favourite position of theirs for a long time, but since her belly started growing it had become invaluable.

Amy moaned as he inserted his penis inside of her.

“You’re incredibly sexy, Amy,” Mark said while thrusting. “I’m so glad I was a part of that.”

Amy knew that her pregnancy and impending motherhood had just become a lot sexier.

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Wife Masturbates

Wife Masturbates – I was awakened by a loud clap of thunder. I sleepily looked at the alarm clock on my beside table, it read 3:47. I turned and gazed at my sleeping husband. He looked so peaceful. I smiled, feeling the love I have for him swell inside me.

 The moonlight shown through the window, casting a glow on his partially covered nude body. He looked so sexy laying there and I became aroused. I wanted him so badly but I didn’t want to wake him. I gently eased the sheet away from his body until his beautiful cock was exposed. I gazed at him and ran my hand over my breast through my gown. My nipples becoming stiff little buds. I was one horny chick let me tell ya!

I reached my hand under the sheet and touched my pussy. I was so wet! I raised my hips and pulled my gown to my waist, then sat up and eased it over my head pulling it off. I lay naked beside him, aching to touch him, to love him with my body. To feel him inside me.

I laid back and opened my legs, and ran my hand over my pussy. I slipped one finger inside me, then a second and worked them slowly in and out. I continued to gaze upon Ben’s nude body as I masturbated. I moved my fingers of my other hand to my clit and manipulated it in slow circular motions. It felt so good!

My breathing became shallow and labored as I increased the pressure and strokes to my clitoris. I was enjoying myself, as I always do when I masturbate. I focused my attention on what lay between his legs, his beautiful dick. Working my hips in rhythm with my hand. I was getting close to my orgasm, when I noticed his hand moved and grabbed his cock.

I looked at him, he was smiling at me as he fondled his hardening dick. “Don’t stop on my account, baby!”  he said. I had no intention of stopping. I never said a word, I just kept masturbating. My orgasm was close as I watched him play with himself until his dick was fully erect.

I love watching Ben masturbate, it turns me on so much. He removed his hand only for a moment, spitting into his palm he grasped his cock and began to slowly stroke himself.

” Ohhhhh baby! Ooooooh!” I exclaimed as my passion pushed me over the edge. My entire body seemed to convulse  from my very core as I came. As my orgasm subsided, I lay gasping for air. My entire body tingled.

I leaned up and put my head on Ben’s chest. He lifted my face to his and we kissed long and deep. He then pushed me back on my back and got on top of me. I opened my legs to him, then felt him enter me. I wimpered a bit as he began to screw me.

“mmph, I love you so much!” I groaned wrapping my legs around him.

We rolled back over to where I was on top. I rode him cowgirl style. I bounced up and down on his dick like a woman possessed. He held the headboard so it wouldn’t knock against the wall as bad.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum! Oooohhhh!” I cried as my second orgasm hit. I collapsed on top of him, his cock embedded deep inside me.

He rolled back on top of me, got on his knees between my legs. He lifted my legs up and began to pound into me. With each thrust I groaned, working my hips to meet his.

“Turn over! Get on your hands and knees!” He panted, slipping his dick out of me for a moment.

I did as he asked, then felt him push back inside me. Holding my hips he began thrusting in deep steady strokes. Within minutes I began to cum for a third time.

 “Oh Gina! Oh baby! I’m gonna cum! Oh baby, here it comes! ” he groaned as he pushed deep inside me emptying his cum deep into me.

He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me, both of us sweating and panting. After gaining our composure back, we kissed and held each other. The love we have for each other ever stronger.

It was pure morning bliss! I thank the good Lord every day that I have Ben in my life. I love you Ben, and thank you for loving me!

I hope ya’ll enjoy my story. I hope God blesses each and everyone of you like he has blessed me! Thanks! Gina

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Argument Sex

We fall onto the couch and kiss. My legs wrap around his torso. I can’t stop myself from humping like crazy his hard cock against my throbbing pussy even though our clothes are on. The day had been stressful. I was all prepped for a fight. But then his hands had brushed against my breasts. I’d pressed a hand against his pecs to push him away–well, one thing led to another. Argument sex.

“What is wrong with me?” I breathe against his lips. I take his tongue in my mouth and suck it like I would his cock. He moans and I feel him growing harder between my thighs. I pull his shirt off.

“You’re mine, baby.” He buries his hands in my blonde locks and gives a yank with one hand sending a rush of adrenaline all the way down to my toes.

He rips down my panties and cups my vagina with his hand. One of his fingers flicks my clit sending a rush of pulsing sensation through my groin. I fumble to undo his pants. It isn’t easy to concentrate with his fingers moving inside me. I groan and grow impatient to get him naked. I want to have him inside me. My body is wound up so tight, throbbing and hoping for release.

Yes, yes, he’s getting me close.

“Oh, don’t stop that,” I tell him. My hips started to move with him.

He takes his hand away and leaves me empty.

My body and I are appalled.

How could he? I am going to kill him now—oh, yes, yes!

He’s finished undoing his pants and his hard and long cock slides inside me to the hilt, hard and fast, jolting my entire body up and back down. I scream and come violently around him. The pleasure is unbearable to remain still for. My legs wrap around him tighter, not wanting to let go. He pumps up inside me making every wave of orgasm explosive. I die and come back to life again and again.

“Are you still angry with me?” He taunts, his voice is gruff and breathy.

So, so hot.

“No, I am completely in love with you! Keep doing what you’re doing!” I plead. He continues that perfect rhythm and his hands cup my butt. I am screaming and defenseless in orgasmic bliss. I bite into his neck to quiet myself. I dig my hands into his muscled back. If I let go I’ll fall off the earth I am sure.

His hands cup my breasts and he squeezes them lightly, and moves his fingers around them until he is pinching my nipples.

“Oh, yes, yes! Fuck, fuck me!” I scream.

My body is a slave to him. It desires to please its master.

I move up and down on him. I continue to pulse around his wonderful hard length. “Come for me,” I growl in his ear and then nip his lobe.

“You want that?”

“Yes, I want that.” I nip him again. “Come for me.” I take him deep, grind against him, and then move up.

“Oh, just like that, baby,” he moans. “Again.”

I obey and his cock starts to pulse and stiffen. I know I have him.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” He groans and lets go, thrusting upward hard and fast. His release heats my insides and makes me come again.

We lay, panting, next to each other on the couch.

“What was it we were fighting about?” He asks.

“You know?” I laugh. “I really have no idea anymore.”

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AFTERNOON DELIGHT!

It was a rather warm Saturday. My oldest daughter had come and picked me up that morning to run to town with her. She had moved into a new apartment and asked if I would go and help her pick out some new stuff. I agreed since we needed some groceries any way.

Ben and my son were gonna work in the yard. Cut the grass, clean the pool and the like. I kissed Ben bye and left.

My daughter Alicia and I had a wonderful time picking out goodies for her new apartment. She has really good taste and her apartment is really cute.We stopped at the grocery store, then stopped and ate some good Mexican food. I even got to meet her new boyfriend that I didn’t’ know she had. He seemed like a nice young man. Really cute.

I got home a little before 3 pm. The yard looked great! Alicia helped me bring the groceries in as I didn’t’ see Ben and my son anywhere. She helped me put the groceries up, then thanked me for coming and left.

“Ben! Randy!” I called out. I walked down the hall to the back of the house and called again.

“I’m in the shower!” I heard my husband Ben call out.

“Oh, Ok! Where is Randy ?” I asked as I peeked into our master bath.

“I believe he is swimming. Last I heard that is what he said he was going to do. How did it go with Alicia?” he asked.

“Great! She got some really nice stuff. Her new apartment is really nice. She got it decorated nicely. Got to meet her new boyfriend!” I replied.

“Didn’t’ know she had a boyfriend! They are not living together are they?” Ben asked, peering out from the shower curtian.

“I don’t think so baby. I really didn’t’ ask! She is a grown woman now, that is her business not ours! Are you hungry? You want a sandwich or something? ” I asked.

“A sandwich sounds good! I am about through.” he said.

“Ok!” I said as I headed back to the front of the house.

I turned and approached the back door that led to the pool. I walked out to the pool where my son was swimming. He was skinny dipping! We have a 10 foot privacy fence that surrounds the pool just for that purpose. He was standing by the side of the pool when he saw me he jumped in.

“Hey, mom! He said wiping his eyes.

“Hey, sport! You have on sunscreen!” I asked.

” Yes ma’am! he replied.

” Do you want a sandwich?” I asked

” Uh, yes ma’am. I want to swim a little longer if that is Ok?” he stated.

” That’s fine! You can fix your own when you are ready.  If you use the pool house shower clean up your mess! ” I said.

” Yes ma’am!” he said.

” Oh and watch the funny stuff mister!” I said with a smile. ( He is a teenager! I have my reasons for saying that. Any of you with a teenage son know what I mean.).

I walked back in the house and poured me a small glass of wine and kicked off my shoes.  I had just sat down on the sofa when I heard Ben call for me.

” Yes babe!” I said as I walked to the master bathroom.

He was standing in the tub, the water glistened and dripped off his naked body. His long meaty dick hung limp over his ball sack like a sleeping serpent.

Hey , can you grab me a towel? I forgot to grab one and I don’t wanna get water everywhere!” He said.

” Sure!” I said handing him a towel, my gaze drifting down to his crotch.

“Was Randy swimming?” Ben asked as he dried himself .

” Uh, yes. He was swimming.” I replied. My face felt hot as I admired him.

” Do you see something you like?” Ben said then shook his dick at me and smiled.

” Actually I see alot I like!” I replied, then walked over and kissed him, my tounge searching his.

As we kissed I took his dick into my hand and massaged it, causing it to fill with blood and grow in my hand.

” Suck my dick baby!” Ben said, then kissed me passionately.

I broke the kiss and smiled looking into his eyes. I could see the desire in his eyes. I kissed my way down his body until his big dick was right in front of my face. I continued to stroke him slowly with my hand then flicked my tounge at the tip of his dickhead, causing it to twitch.

I ran my tounge around the head and down the shaft, causing Ben to groan in pleasure. I then took his dick into my mouth and bobbed my head as I sucked him, gently fondling his nuts.

Ben groaned, putting  his hand behind my head and gently moved his hips as he fucked my mouth.  ” That’s so good! Oh baby, that’s it suck me!” he moaned.

My tounge fluttered around his hard dick as I blew him. I began to bob my head a bit faster and he groaned his approval. Then his breathing became rapid and his dick began to throb in my mouth. I knew he was fixing to cum.

” Oh Fuck!” he panted as he emptied his nut juice into my mouth.

I swallowed as best I could , with only a small amount escaping my lips. I took my mouth off his cock and looked up at him as I milked the last few drops with my hand.

” Let’s go to bed!” he said still trying to catch his breath.

” Ok!” I said rising to my feet and kissed him our tounges entwined. ( I guess most guy’s get turned off at the thought of kissing a woman who just let them cum in their mouth. This does not bother my husband in the least. Personally I think all guy’s should taste their cum at least once!) We walked to the bedroom where he began to undress me.

He had taken my shirt and bra off and was enjoying my tits, when I noticed the bedroom door was still wide open.

” Hey baby, don’t you think we need to shut the door? Randy could walk in at any moment!” I said softly.

Ben turned and saw the door and said, ” I think that would be a good idea!” he said then walked over and shut the door.

” Nice ass baby!” I said with a chuckle as I watched him walk nude to the door. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. I stood before him in my black lace bikini panties I had purchased online from Fredrick’s a month or so earlier.

He took me in his arms and kissed me, his right hand slipped down and cupped my pussy. I moaned softly, ” Baby, I love you so much! I love how you touch me!”

” Your pussy feels so wet! I love you too sugar.” he replied as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slipped them down.

I pushed them the rest of the way off and kicked them aside. ” It’s wet for you baby!” I panted.

We kissed again as he laid me down on the bed. I spread my legs and ran my hand over my moist slit. He started with my toes and kissed his way up my legs very slowly. Almost painfully slow. He finally made it to my upper thigh stopping just short of my pussy. He ran his hands lightly over my inner thighs, feathering them with soft kisses.

” Oh baby, your driving me crazy!” I panted. About that time he inserted a finger inside me and began to finger fuck me. I groaned and began to move my hips in response.

He leaned forward and kissed my pussy lips. I arched my back and moaned rather loudly. ” Oh yes!,  Oh yes! Oh baby yes! I squealed.

He continued finger fucking me as he began to tounge and suck on my pussy. ” Yes baby, eat me! Eat my pussy baby! That feels soooo good! Oh baby I love the way you eat my pussy! Oh baby!” I panted, by breaths getting heavy, my heart was beating out of my chest.

His mouth then moved to my hard little clit. He flicked at it with his tounge and sucked on it alternating between the two. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me. It wouldn’t be long now.

” Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Baby, I’m almost there! Baby! Baby! Ohhhhh I’m gonna cum baby! Oh Ben baby, your gonna make me cum! OOOOOOHHHH FUCK! ” I cried as I began to cum. My entire body spasmed and my breath became rapid and shallow. My heart was beating a hundred miles and hour.

Once I stopped spasming, Ben kissed his way up my body. ” I love you sweetheart! I wanna fuck you! I want you baby, I wanna feel your sweet pussy caress my cock!” he said softly into my ear.

” Yes baby do it! Fuck me baby! Give me your big dick baby! I love you too my love! Give me your love baby! Fuck me now!” I panted, reaching down between us and and grasped his hard dick and guided it to my opening.

I gasped as I felt him enter me until he was in me up to his balls. I opened my legs wide as he started thrusting in long slow strokes. It felt so good having the man I love, the father of my children making love to me, the way a man should love his wife. I thank the good Lord for my man, for our love and the many pleasures it gives us both.

He propped himself up with his arms as he increased the rhythm of his thrusting. My hips worked to meet his. We looked in each others eyes ad we made love. The bedsprings creaked under our passion as we continued talking the talk that ignites our love, our passion our heat.

” Oh Baby, your pussy feels so good!” he panted.

” Oh Ben, your dick feels so good inside me baby! Give it to me baby! Fuck my sweet pussy!” I replied.

He got up on his knees and began to fuck me hard.The headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall but we didn’t care.

” FUCK ME! I’M GONNA CUM! OH BAAABBYYY!” I exclaimed as I began to cum. I wrapped my legs around him as I spasmed.

He stopped his humping until my orgasmic spasms ceased, then began again. My breaths were rapid and shallow. Small grunts utterd from my throat on each down stroke.

He began to groan and his thrusting became more powerful. We were both sweating profusely and you could hear our the wet smacking sound of our sex smacking together.

” C-C-CUM FOR ME BABY! mmmmpf! OH B-B-Ben! Baby pleeeeeaaaasssseee! Baby I can’t take anymore!  Baby pull out, pull out and cum on me! BEN BABY PLEASE PULL OUT! CUM ON MY TITS, I WANNA SEE YOU CUM! JACK-OFF AND CUM ON MY TITS!” I  exclaimed.

Ben let out a deep groan, almost a growl then pushed deep inside me as his dick throbbed  and released a torrent of his hot cum deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me and we lay in total exhaustion.

What an afternoon!

Well, I hope you all enjoy the story! I sure enjoyed writing it.  I know the language gets a little intense, but ” Dirty Talk” plays a major role in our lovemaking. ( I’m sure many of you feel the same way! Tell me about it! I’d love to hear about it!) God Bless you all… Always Gina

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Married Oral Sex

Married Oral Sex – It was a hot sunny afternoon.  The kids were not home from school yet and the thought of lovemaking came to her mind.  She knew her husband wanted her often, and since she had the day off from work she wanted to make it happen.  She loved him so very much and tried to meet his sexual needs the best she could.  She told him he was a great lover and after more than a decade of marriage the passion flame was still there.

He knew how to touch her love spot in all the right ways and she could start his motor in no time flat.  On this particular afternoon he was working on paper work in the home office.  She was doing housework in another room when the thought of her man going down on her caused her to get a little wet.  She didn’t want to let the opportunity pass so she slipped in the bedroom to get ready.  “What do I wear today?” she thought.  She finally decided on one of his favorites.  A string bra and panties.  The bra (if you could call it that) had just enough material to hide the areola and the strings framed the full breast for a maximum tease look.

The panties had just enough material to cover the love pit and had a split crouch, so access was no problem.  She wanted him to go down on her that day, but she only liked him to lick her love spot if she was clean.  So a quick shower was in order to wash her body and make sure the love spot was clean.

He heard the shower water running and wondered what was up.  He peeked into the bathroom to see a blurred image of his lovely wife through the frosted shower glass.  He saw the bra and panties on the vanity and knew what she had in mind.  His love shaft started to grow as he watched his wife shower and anticipated the after shower fun she was planning.  He thought of 3 choices:  1) Strip down and get in the shower with her;  2) Strip down and slip into the bed and wait; or 3) go back to the office and play the game with her like you didn’t know a thing was up.  His love rod was hard now and would need attention soon.  He opted for #2.

In the shower she cleaned her body and briefly played with the nipples of her full breasts.  She also ran her soapy finger lightly over the clitoris; there was a mysterious connection between her nipples and clitoris that awakened the love passion inside her like nothing else.  It was beginning to feel sooo good but she knew he could do a much better job than her so she didn’t spend long doing herself.  She just wanted “the team” to warm up before the big game.  She turned off the water and began to dry off her sexy body.

In the bedroom he lit a few candles and was flush with excitement.  She got into the sexy outfit and got ready to call her hubby in the other room.  As she exited the bathroom into the master bedroom she was surprised to discover the candles and her lover already there.  “How did you know I wanted you,” she said.

He replied, “The sound of the shower made me curious, so I investigated put one and one together and here I am.”  “Would you rather I go back to my paperwork,” he said jokingly.  It would have been near impossible for him to do that and she knew it.

She looked at his rock hard love shaft and jokingly said, “Yea, go back to your paperwork, we can do it tonight.”  He couldn’t stand it any longer so he grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her down on top of him.

They started passionately kissing.  Her “team” was already warmed up and wanted to get into the game so she moved his hand to her left full breast.  He touched her left nipple through the tiny patch of cloth covering it.  “They are ready for you,” she said.  And slipped the bra covering aside to reveal two large dark pink areolas with nipples just dying to be tweaked.  He immediately accommodated her lonely nipples.  His soft touch brought the nipples to full erection.  She was hot and he knew it.  Even though she just toweled off her love pit was wet and juicy and wanted to feel him.  He moved one hand down to the love spot and started lightly running the tip of his finger over her clitoris, it needed a little lubrication.  He went to her love pit to get some juices.

First he wanted a taste. He knew she was clean down there and would not stop him from tasting her treasure juices.  With his finger loaded in her juice he placed it in his mouth to taste her sweet treasure.  His finger quickly returned to the love pit with another load of her sweet juice and he used it as lubricant for her wanting clitoris.  She was definitely turned on by this.  She rocked and moaned in pleasure.

He wanted to taste her, and more than just a fingers worth of juice.  As she laid on her back he re-positioned himself by straddling over her with his face hovering just above her love pit holding himself up by his elbows.  His rod was rock hard and she could see the mushroomed head and bottom of his shaft right in front of her.  He went down on her and she did the same taking his full mushroomed head in her mouth and biting him ever so slightly so just her teeth slid up and down his shaft of love.  It felt as if she was scratching his love rod with her teeth.  She knew he loved this and was excited about his next move.

He tongued her by lapping her love area from the vaginal entrance to her clitoris.  He ran his tongue between her inner and outer labia on one side while holding both her lips together with his lips.  He then pushed his tongue into her love pit – going in and out and round and round.  All of these were good for her but the real love spot needed some attention bad.  In this position it was hard to reach her wanting nipples so he asked her if she could do her own nipples while he focused on the clitoris.  She agreed and began to tweak and roll her own erect nipples as his hands got into position to reach her love spot.

With his elbows on either side of her hips he wrapped his arms under her thighs and brought his hands to the “love spot.”  He took his right middle finger and stroked the hood of the clitoris.  His left finger danced around the base.  Her purple lips were already engorged from the play of his tongue.   Her clitoris was also very much alive with the finger play.  After several minutes of finger action, he gently sucked the clitoris and he heard her moan.  All the while his rock hard love shaft was still in her mouth feeling the pleasure of her tongue and lips and teeth.  She pulled him out to lick the tip of his rod and said in a deep voice, “Honey, what are you doing to me? – Don’t stop, I love it.”

He took his tongue and danced on the clitoris while he thrust his fingers in her love pit.  It drove her wild.  She was so close.  Then he pushed her over the edge and she climaxed and climaxed again and again.

She normally didn’t give him married oral sex very long but this time she had kept his love rod company the whole time he worked on her.  He was building to climax, as she got more and more excited.  As she neared climax he knew he was concerned about her reaction. He asked her, “Should I pull out?”  With an excited muffled voice she said, “HHoonneey I’m commiiinng …  Oh, Ah, Oh …”   Her sounds of pleasure were replaced with the slurping sounds of her tongue and lips as her sucking became more vigorous.

Her post climax moaning subsided as he moved his penis from her lips and entered her hot moist tender vagina.  They lay there coupled together caressing each other and enjoying their oneness until they were both limp.

He said, “Honey, thank you.”

What a blessing God has given us to enjoy this intense married oral sex pleasure with our spouses!

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The Home Movie

She could feel his eyes on her as she dutifully tore open the mail and grinned. It was a dinner table ritual, opening the mail, but he was oh, so predictable. She’d filled his tummy with her good cooking, and now he had other things on his mind, namely ‘dessert.’ He always seemed to conveniently forget that SOMEONE had to do the dishes leftover from those great meals he always wolfed down. Men—so easily distracted. She stopped mid-slice with her letter opener and met his gaze.

“My eyes are still hungry,” he said softly.

His face was sometimes maddeningly sexy, and she turned back to her letter with a soft grin. He was ‘hopeless,’ but that was quite all right as far as she was concerned. “Oh, darn it!” She waved her thumb in the air, and then squeezed it with her hand, looking down at the tiny pin prick of blood inflicted by the sharp tip of the letter opener. Truth be told, he was distracting, too—sometimes to her exasperation. She looked over at him and rolled her eyes at his grin. He knew it, too. Reaching for her hand, he drew it to his lips and kissed her thumb.

“Here—you open it.” Lisa handed him the letter.

He glanced briefly at the return address. “It’s from Marie. I wonder what—” He finished opening the top with his thumb and drew out a note and a DVD. Opening the note, he read quietly:

‘To my dear couzin and his much better half… I just have to share this with you. It is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, even if it was by accident. I don’t know what ever possessed me to do it, but I couldn’t help myself… and if I’d have made a sound, it would have been… well… yo’ll will sea. If I tried to keep it secret any longer, I think I’d just bust. Lisa—you’re the most beautiful person I know… inside in the hart, and on the outside, too. Couzin, your a lucky man, and you better take good care of my best friend or else you’ll be hearing from me. And from the sound of things, I’d say you’ve got things covered… but you’ll still have to hear from me anyway. Tuff luck, huh? That’s what you get for being related. Ha ha! Anyhoo, love you both. ~ Marie’

He handed the note to Lisa. “Do you have any idea what in the world she’s talking about this time?” he inquired. “Someone needs to teach her how to spell, too,” he added.

Lisa scanned down the note and looked up at him. “I haven’t the slightest idea, Sweety. What else came with it?”

“This DVD. I guess we’re supposed to watch it?” He looked at her, distracted at once by her rich, cornflower blue eyes, suddenly not caring about anything else. He sure as heck didn’t need a note from his cousin to tell him who was his better half and that she was beautiful… and stunning… and sexy… and…

She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe after dishes.” And then she gasped as she felt a hand meandering over a soft leg under her skirt. Now how in the dickens had he so quickly relocated his hands without her feeling it?!

“Maybe after—”

“After dishes!” she giggled, swatting his hand away. Shifting out of her chair she grinned as he seemed to exhale a world of air. Crushed… but only for a moment. Tossing him a dish towel she offered, “It will go faster if you help me.”

Actually, it didn’t. He actually was quite good about helping her, and always had been, but in truth, it took more time to get the job done than if she’d done it herself on account of his delightful habit of not keeping his hands to himself. It was his playful streak that reminded her why he was in the same family tree as Marie, her best friend, who seemed to be made of the same stuff. Sometimes it was a game, each trying to outdo the other with some outlandish whisper in the other’s ear. Other times he’d try to distract her with those naughty hands of his that never left her without a smile on her face, and laughter in her heart. When she finally hanged the towel up in its proper place and proclaimed the job finished, she was as ready as he.

“C’mon, Hon,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her to their cozy little den. “Let’s see what Marie gave us.”

Popping the DVD into the player they sat back on the couch to relax. Leaning back against a pillow, she watched his face light up as she rested two flawless, smooth legs on his lap. Bare legs and a jean skirt. It was one of his favorites. He smiled down at her, his warm hands enjoying her soft skin and pretty feet, sending butterflies of excitement to her tummy. She was touched with his gentleness, as he tenderly rubbed her feet.

“Hon… is that–?” she started, sitting up. She looked over at her husband, whose jaw was hanging open. They looked at each other, and then back at the screen. “Honey! Where is this? I—”

“Sweetheart, you’re blushing.”

“I am not! How did she—”

“Shh…” he soothed, his eyes now glued to the screen. It wasn’t a long recording, maybe about five minutes, but long enough to make both wonder just how they managed to miss the fact that another person happened to be in such close proximity to where they chose to enjoy God’s creation in a most special way. The screen went blank, and they continued staring for several minutes, before either said anything.

“Well, now, Hon,” he drawled in a sarcastic voice. “Congratulations. We’ve just starred in our first movie. The male lead looked pretty scruffy if you ask me, but the female lead, she was quite delicious.” And she had been, too. He still remembered that afternoon, their hushed and hurried whispers, the accidental tearing of her panties, and the sublime feeling of her smooth thighs clasped about his head as he brought her to ecstasy.

Giving her husband a crooked grin she stammered, “Caught on tape…” At least they hadn’t been totally buck naked, wanting only a quicky, and this time it had been for her. Five minutes and he’d taken her to heaven and back… with only the deer and the gophers to observe. Or so they had thought at the time.

“I feel violated,” her husband commented again. “I feel used and emotionally distressed. I feel—”

She wiggled a foot against the bulge in his pants which belied his sarcastic words. “Could have fooled me,” she giggled.

“On the other hand,” he laughed, “it’s kind of cool to see all those cute expressions on your face when you come…”

“Is that what I look like all the time?”

“Oh yes, all the time… even when you’re reading the paper and doing the dishes.”

“You’re a nut.”

“Yes, I have two.”

“Do you think anyone else saw us?”

“Not likely.”

“Oh gosh… I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or…” her voice trailed away. “At least—at least it was only Marie.”

He grinned wryly at her. “Only Marie? For all we know it’s now listed under You-tube!”

“No… she wouldn’t do that,” Lisa laughed. And then, in thinking of it further, she looked at him, her brow furrowing, “She really wouldn’t… would she?” After all, she did know her best friend pretty well.

This time it was his turn to laugh. “Who knows? It’s not like anyone could see anything… all they’d see is this gorgeous lady making all these cool little noises, purring like a kitty ya’ know, and some idiot’s big fat rump in the foreground with his head—”

“Oh, stop it!” she giggled. And when his foot rub turned into toe tickling, there was significant movement on the couch that left them both laughing, and subsequently breathless. Leaning on his chest, she could hear his heart beat. “I’m not the only one ticklish around here,” she reminded him.

“Quite right,” he chuckled, enfolding her in his arms, and gently running a hand through her soft hair. Leaning closer, he inhaled the scent of her hair, and left a kiss on the top of her head. “But you do know that you’re gorgeous, don’t you?” he whispered.

She looked up at him, knowing already the earnestness she would see in his eyes, and rewarded him with the same smile he always said he fell in love with first. That was how he always made her feel – gorgeous. But how could one answer a question like that? She grinned and looked away. “Just like you know you don’t have an idiot’s big fat rump! In fact—” She almost laughed at the look on his face when her hand found that apparently fat rump of his, and gave him a much deserved pinch.

“Hey!” he yelped.

“Now that’s a nice r— Hey!”

“Yeah – I can find yours, too.”

“Can you now?” she teased. Standing up, she straightened her skirt and looked down at him, still lazily lounging on the couch. Turning just slightly, she flashed him a look that would have given a Greek statue an erection, let alone a mere mortal such as her husband, and gently smacked her beautiful backside. She started walking away, but quickly switched to running as he gave a ‘whoop’ and jumped to his feet in pursuit. Barely reaching their bedroom door before him, she gave a playful shriek as she narrowly avoided his tickling hands.

And then she was in his arms, completely caught, and glad to be so. Both hands at her pretty bum and holding her tightly to him, he smiled down at her, watching her deftly unbutton his shirt and tickle at the dark curls of chest hair. The press of his arousal against her, even through a couple layers of jeans was insistent, bringing a smile to her lips. Tired of waiting even those short few seconds for her to complete the task, he kissed her neck, a hand gently palming her breast. Wiggling to get the man’s shirt off, she giggled as he insistently kept her pressed against him. A button ricocheted off the adjoining dresser. “Oops!” she laughed.

Two could play at that game. And besides, he wasn’t sure just how much longer he could wait. Looking into her eyes with longing, his hands trembling along the buttons of her shirt, she felt his soft fingers at her breast, and then the sound of buttons scattering across the room like shrapnel. She looked down at her lovely cleavage, and then up into his eyes with a surprised look. He only grinned, and continued on, lifting her to sit on their bed while his hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra.

“S-sorry, Hon,” he mumbled. “I—I just need you so much right now, I—” Reaching behind her, she helped him find the tiny little clasp that separated his eyes from the feast of her beauty.

And while he made short work with the rest of her clothes, she stared at the buttons on the floor. He hadn’t done that before, but a special random memory suddenly pierced her heart. That must have been what Mama was doing! She saw a little girl sitting on a little stool and chattering away while her mother patiently worked on a shirt. Buttons. There were lots of them, and she remembered the feeling of running them through her fingers while her mother worked, and the squeals she made when they fell on the floor and she’d chase after them. Mom always had enjoyed sewing, but there always seemed to be that curious smile on her face when she was working with buttons. Come to think of it, they were mainly on Dad’s shirts. Finally seeing just what made her mother laugh at her childlike questions, she giggled at the memory.

“Gosh, Mommy. Why does Daddy always busk his buttons off?” Yeah – ‘busk’ indeed. A shiver of happiness went through her. Her Mom and Dad might be gone now, but she felt their love again, as from a distance, and the delight and passion with which God brought them together to create her! Well, next time her husband was going to get his own surprise when she pulled a now-discovered page from her mother’s playbook, and ‘busked’ his buttons, and sent them scattering all over creation. She’d make HIM pick them all up, too.

If he wondered what she was thinking, he didn’t let on, for the moment utterly transfixed with her beauty. Kneeling between her smooth legs, the look of adoration on his face was unmistakable, as was the cheerful, wandering path of his fingers, which gently touched her, tracing little trails over her skin, leaving her with goose bumps of pleasure. Looking up he met her eyes, and gave her a smile that melted her heart.

He always claimed that she could see right into his soul, and it was true. Right now she saw it all, his complete happiness and delight in her as plainly as if written with pen and ink, and her heart swelled with the love they shared. She returned his smile and gently tousled his hair as he leaned in to kiss her quivering tummy, her hands remaining on his head as he continued his journey south.

Her hands felt warm as she held him against her, and the scent of her skin was intoxicating. She opened her legs invitingly as he felt the soft, trimmed bristles of her pubic hair against his chin and lips. Momentarily stopping, he lifted his face, and simply drank in her feminine beauty, and listened to the soft sound of her expectant breaths. He traced a finger through her pubic hair, enjoying the contrast of the soft tendrils of her narrow little strip against her baby soft skin to where it ended right above the center of her passion.

Looking up he met her eyes once more, blue, and shining back at him above lovely breasts that had been hand-sculpted to perfection by the Almighty Himself. Unspeakable need for her blazed in his veins as he leaned in and kissed her soft tendrils again.

Trying to control her shaking, Lisa looked down at him one more time before lifting her face upward as she felt his soft lips against her femininity, and purred with the familiar delight. She couldn’t decide if it was better on their bed or in the woods, when they’d done it on the spur of the moment, when he’d gotten that gleam in his eye and whispered his naughty suggestion in her ear. And now there was documentary proof to boot—Marie was such a hoot! She almost laughed, but was too distracted by the exquisite movement of his tongue in all the right places.

Lifting her gorgeous legs to his shoulder, even as he ravenously consumed one of his favorite treats, he helped her lie back on the bed. Her hands quickly met his as he smoothed a warm path across her quivering tummy, and lightly caressed at her hip.

“Oh, Sweetheart!” her voice sounded in the room, even as it had that afternoon in the woods. He felt her legs cross behind his neck, as if to contain and keep forever the delights of his adoring mouth. Gently gripping her hips, his tongue marching in a lover’s dance across the silky smooth contours of her vulva, he held on for dear life as her passion burst forth, her high pitched cries filling the room as his delicious pleasure seized upon every part of her body. He stayed with her, tasting her passion, finding nourishment special to a man’s soul in knowing his most treasured friend, lover, and wife enjoyed life’s greatest delight with him.

The silence, in absence of her pleasure-filled cries, seemed deafening, and as if something was missing from the room. All that was good and wonderful seemed to have an end in this present world. In eternity it would be different. Gently planting one last sweet kiss on her soft folds, he rested his face on her, smiling at the feel of her pubic hair against his cheek. Gently nuzzling his cheek against her, he rested with her. Her waist trembled and twitched with the aftershocks of what he had shared with her as she made every attempt to catch her breath. A soft hand gently moved in his hair, trembling along his forehead.

She whimpered softly, and he looked up at her. Her pretty face was flushed, and the smile she gave him warmed his heart. Feeling her gentle tugs on his hair, he caught her meaning, and joined her on the bed. Filled with happiness simply to hold her in his arms, and unable to keep the big fat, satisfied smile off of his face, he simply watched her, adoring her reaction to him, the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath, the trickle of perspiration down her cheek and neck, the absent minded movement of her hand across her tummy, the twitch of her left knee, the rubbing of her toes together… he loved it all.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She turned her face towards him. “I – I love you, too.”

Her lower lip trembled, and for a moment he feared she might cry. “You okay?” he whispered.

She nodded her head. “Yeah.” He’d just given her pure ecstasy, and he had to ask if she was okay? Silly man. She smiled at him as thankfulness for everything he meant to her washed through her. Turning on her side to face him she traced a finger down his forehead and over the bridge of his nose, tripping it across his soft lips and chin. “And you, my husband, are an awesome lover… you do know that, don’t you?”

He grinned as she parroted back to him his earlier words to her. Diverting his eyes from her he again appraised her lovely figure and murmured, “What was that you said? I’m too busy enjoying the view.”

“Enjoy away, Sweetheart,” she laughed. “It’s all yours…”

“Too bad that wasn’t caught on tape,” he quipped. “Though it was nearly identical to that DVD.”

“It was not!” she laughed, mussing his hair. “How would you know anyway, you looked fairly preoccupied down there.”

“I sure was,” he smiled, reaching out to caress her breast.

“And by the way, you have too many clothes on.”

“I know – I’ve got a tent pole in my pants that’s getting pretty mad at my jeans.”

“I don’t blame the poor guy,” she giggled, adroitly zipping the belt out of his pants.

Feeling powerful urgency sweep through him, their hands trembled together until he was delightfully naked with her. And with her sweet voice urging him on, she took them both to another world, where all was light and beautiful, and they were one soul. And somewhere, some place, surely Marie must have smiled, wondering what ‘pandemonium’ she had caused for her dearest friends.

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Solomon’s Bride

Growing up as a child, I was taught about being the woman in Proverbs. I learned at an early age the “duties” of a wife. I learned her responsibilities to her children, her home and to her husband. I learned that it was her “duty” to have sex on demand, regardless of the day she has had. Regardless if the mood was just right. Just as long as the husband was satisfied.

After I was married I carried out these age-old traditions. I did exactly what was required of me. I was the good housewife and mother. I was the woman who fulfilled her wifely duties to her husband. I thought I was doing everything that I needed to do.

I always loved reading the Bible. I read story after story. I began reading about Solomon and his beloved. I found the story stirred certain feelings inside of me that I thought were dirty and unclean. So I wouldn’t read it.

One day I was browsing on the Internet and I came across these stories.  I began to browse and read through the stories. The “feelings” began to stir inside of me once again. I felt so much condemnation upon me.

My Pastor came online and we began to talk back and forth. I couldn’t take the guilt any longer. I had to confess to her of the terrible “sin” that I had done. She said, “Don’t you desire your husband? Don’t you lust for him?” I responded with a yes. She began to witness to me concerning the intimacy and the love that God created inside of each and every one of us. She told me how it isn’t a sin to lust after your mate for the marriage bed is undefined. I began to cry as I felt the chains of bondage slip off of me. I began to read the WORD to find out all I could about passion in a marriage. I found out that oral sex wasn’t condemned. I found out that masturbation wasn’t condemned. I found out that being a lover to my husband wasn’t condemned.

Did her witnessing to me have an impact on my marriage? Read on and find out.
One evening after taking a shower, I went into the bedroom and lit candles. They were all over the place. I wanted everything to be perfect for him. I had with held myself for so long from him. Tonight would be the beginning of making up for lost time.

He came into the bedroom and was intrigued by all the candles. I began to kiss his lips and gently rub his body. He was completely naked and his manhood was at attention.

As I began to lick and suck on him, I began to finger my vagina. He was becoming more turned on by the minute. He couldn’t believe his wife was doing this to him.

I showed him my clitoris and he delighted himself in sucking it. Before I knew it, he lubed his fingers and began to thrust inside of my love hole. I started pinching and playing with my nipples and could feel the excitement build up inside of me. He removed his fingers. I turned facing him. I climbed upon him. I wanted that hard manhood of his inside of me. I lowered myself down on it as he watched. He felt so long and big inside of my honey-hole.

First I began moving back and forth slowly. He watched me as I played with my nipples, squeezing and pinching them. He watched me as I began to shake my breasts from side to side for him. He raised his head off the pillow to grab a nipple with his teeth. BRAVO! He succeeded.

He sucked as I rode my stud. Then I felt his hand on my butt cheeks. He squeezed my cheeks tight. I told him to spank me. At first reluctant, but then he began to spank my butt every time I would thrust.

Just as I was beginning to feel an orgasm, he slid his finger inside of my butt. That took me over the edge. I rode him as if I was on a runaway horse.

I could feel as his penis jerked and spewed his love cream inside of me.

That was just the beginning of many sensual nights. I desire my husband. I fantasy about him. If I masturbate, I think of him, wishing he was there to finger me or thrust inside of me until I am left spent.

I love being a hot Christian wife and a mother. But I crave on being his lover, a Song of Solomon lady.

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