A Husband’s Gift

She’d met him at the door like every other time he’d ventured home. Her welcoming arms, warm smile, and sweet kiss were the same ones he’d come to depend on. Only the soft words she whispered in his ear were different. The times she’d asked something of him were few and far between, and something he had never ignored. And he didn’t plan on doing anything different this time. After all, it was the middle of winter, and there wasn’t much going on at the farm. And if that wasn’t enough, she’d made him steak for supper. He was powerless, and he knew it.

“I thought they could maybe ice skate this time since the pond’s frozen over,” she said during supper. He turned to look at her. “Then… then I talked to Marie,” she continued, “and she talked me out of it.”

“Talked you out of it?”

“Yeah. She says you probably still have a lump on your head from the last time you ice skated.”

He smiled wryly at the memory. It hadn’t been so funny at the time and, frankly, annoying the way his cousin had used the occasion as a ‘prime opportunity’ to practice her nursing skills. It had happened during college, and that had been the first and last time he’d ever been on ice skates. He’d fallen over backward and remained convinced that the first part of his anatomy that struck the ice was the back of his head. It hadn’t quite knocked him out, but the stars came out early that day. Like a dutiful practicing nurse (so she told him later), she’d taken charge immediately and started giving orders to everyone in the area, including complete strangers that had unluckily been in the near vicinity. He’d complained to her later that she’d only made his pain last all the longer, and that’s when he learned that she didn’t ‘do’ complaining. Instinctively he rubbed the back of his head. The lump was gone, and Lisa knew it.

“I—I didn’t want to take any chances,” she giggled.

“Probably for the best. You know I’d try it.”

“I know. That’s why we’ll use the inner tube to sled down the hill instead. That way you’ll all have something soft to land on if—”

Pulling her chair closer and drawing her to him he chuckled, “Why don’t you just come down the hill with me, and then I’ll know for sure I have something soft to land on?”

As his wandering hand found a breast, she giggled and playfully removed it. “Because… I’ll need to be inside making some cookies and hot cocoa for all my boys.”

All her boys indeed. If her plans worked out, she intended on bringing in a small army of them. Or it seemed like an army to him anyway. Fifteen of the little varmints to keep occupied for a couple of hours in the snow or until they got cold, whichever came first. And all at the median age of eight years old. She’d made a promise to her boys in the Sunday School class, and now she had to keep it. They’d dutifully memorized their verses, and now it was time to ‘pay up.’

When it came to children, he was cautious about how he teased her. Not being able to bear children was a source of inner pain to her. It was not her nature to mope about it, as she’d long since accepted the reality. Instead, she spent as much time as she could with children and helping others. But on occasion, it did bubble to the surface, and he had no desire ever to quell the joy she found working with kids, even if she occasionally conscripted him into service. He could only guess as to what went through her heart in doing these things but wondered if she didn’t step back to make her cookies and cocoa to pretend, if only for a few moments, that he was a father and to watch him at what might have been.

“All right, Hon, I’ll do it.”

She smiled warmly at him, planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and sprang from her chair to get dessert. When she returned, they made their plans. He reflected more than once that these fifteen little boys had no idea just how much happiness they brought a certain someone merely by existing. Hopefully, they would be perfect little gentlemen. As so often seemed to happen after a short while of talking to her, his concentration seemed to break, and he found the sight of her warm blue eyes looking at him sweeter than the dessert itself. Nodding dumbly a couple of times so that she would know he was listening (or trying to), he hoped she’d forgive him when he asked her for more details later. She always had before. And she just had to! The way she played with her hair while looking at him was nothing short of mesmerizing. Was it his fault that he lost his ability to concentrate? But this he did know – she was happy, and that’s all that mattered at the moment.

She was still wondering about the details even as he lifted her off her feet to carry her to their bedroom. They might not be able to have a baby, but it had never been from a lack of trying. And tonight he wanted to –

“Hon,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“It’s… it’s that time of the month.” She tried unsuccessfully to suppress her grin upon hearing his groan. He looked down at her with an expression that looked as if he was in pain. She turned away to stifle a giggle. “Oh, Hon, don’t look at me like that! After all, you didn’t listen to a single thing I said at the table so this will give us lots of time to—” He dropped her on the bed with no further preamble and found her earlobes with his lips, something he’d recently discovered tickled her. “Honey!!”

But then his lips found her soft neck as he traced a path upward to her lovely face until he could look into her eyes. “I love you,” he whispered. He felt her hands between them unbuttoning her blouse even while her eyes practically bored a hole through his head with their intense gaze.

“I love you, too,” she whispered. Her hands were now working feverishly at his shirt, expertly finding each button, her soft hands whispering across the soft hair on his chest.

Sitting up, they both removed their shirts. Reaching behind herself, she unsnapped her bra, freeing her magnificent breasts to his gaze. He loved her complete lack of self-consciousness, even as she returned to him almost immediately, zipping the belt out of his pants with surprising dexterity. Laughing together they somehow managed to free themselves from most of their clothes.

He was beautifully aroused, throbbing with each heartbeat, and she smiled wistfully at him. Feminine biology wasn’t always ‘fair,’ but it was life. He stood next to the bed as she kneeled on it, and she pulled him into her arms, both loving the feel of bare skin contact. “I’m sorry, Hon,” she whispered. “I-I’d love to—” His lips covered hers before she could continue, his touch filled with the rock-steady assurance for which she’d come to depend upon him. His tender flickering tongue found hers, exploring her welcoming mouth even as she wished his manhood could likewise enter and enjoy the sweet embrace of her femininity. Alas, not tonight. Opening her eyes, she gazed into his, feeling the molten heat communicated from the thoughts she knew he had for her. She smiled to feel him twitch against her belly.

Breaking off her kiss, she dropped to her hands and knees on the bed, kissing a trail down his chest and abdomen until she felt the warm crown of his penis against her cheek as he strained upward. His gentle hands caressed her back as he exhaled with the simple pleasure of her hair wisping around him and tantalizing every one of his senses. And then it was his turn to laugh as her kiss lowered, her tongue finding his belly button with a tease. But his laughter ceased immediately when he felt her amazingly soft lips kiss the base of his penis, and slowly work their way upward. Her sweet face slowly came into view as she worked her way up until finally blowing nearly every single one of his ‘fuses’ with a single flicker of her tongue across his tender frenulum. Gently kissing the tiny pearl of clear fluid gathering at his tip, she looked up at him again, licking her lips with satisfaction.

“Come, Sweetheart,” she whispered huskily. Crawling onto the bed, she propped some pillows against the headboard. Then she sat against them, leaning back and enjoying their softness. Opening her legs, she again invited her husband closer. The sweet picture of loveliness she presented to him was priceless beyond description.

“Think I better turn on the reverse warning?” he grinned as he seated himself between her legs.

“Oh, you!” she swatted at him with a pillow, knowing he was referring to the beeping sound made by a truck when it backed up. “I won’t break, ya’ know… and you’re not as big as you think you are.” Reaching out her arms, she locked them around his chest and leaned him back into her. “Ah – you’re a little ticklish there, too, are you?” It was fun to make the man squirm.

He relaxed easily enough. With careful arrangement of the pillows, she’d somehow compensated for their height difference. Her face was close to his, and his back luxuriated in the sweet press of her breasts. Her nipples were hard with arousal, distinct against the lush softness of her breasts. She sighed contentedly and wiggled herself against him. Her breath felt warm on his neck and face, and it seemed to add a new dimension for her to see him without him seeing her. But he felt her, and that was enough, added to the sight of her gleaming, smooth legs alongside his. The wonders of her lovely body never ceased to enthrall him, and he sighed contentedly as his hands wandered over the contours of her glorious limbs.

Her hands seemed to make a burning trail down his chest and abdomen until they found his pulsating manhood. With a tender squeeze, she held him in her hands, feeling as well as hearing the effect it had on him. “What is your pleasure, my sweet?” she whispered in his ear.

“You!”

“You are so beautiful,” she breathed, looking down at him over his shoulder. Her hair cascaded across his shoulders and chest. Turning to the side, he gently kissed her cheek. The compliment felt good, but it was only a fraction of how beautiful he knew her to be, and that was something that started with her heart, a heart that was willing to give up an entire day to take care of a bunch of other people’s brats… no, wait… that wasn’t fair now, was it? It certainly wasn’t how she looked at it. She was the most giving person he’d ever known, and it was incredibly endearing and sexier than he would have ever dreamed.

“Do you know how happy you make me?” she whispered, gently taking his earlobe in her lips.

His hands found her smooth thighs around his waist and gave them a squeeze. What could he say to a woman who whispered what every man longed to hear from his lover? It made his heart glad, but he still didn’t know what to say. And besides, it was hard to think clearly when she was performing such a masterful job down below.

“Are you sure – don’t I make you mad sometimes?”

He was instantly sorry that he said anything at all because she stopped her delicious hand movements as if to ponder his question.

“Hey – haven’t you told me that women are multi-taskers?” he breathed, his hands finding hers and urging her to continue.

She laughed in his ears and continued. The poor man! This could be fun. “Well… I only get really, really mad when underwear is left on the floor… but you don’t do that. So apparently, your momma taught you how to pick up after yourself.”

Seeing his underwear at the edge of the bed, he deftly flicked it with his big toe until it fell off the bed.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!” she growled in his ear. Leaving his penis, her hands found plenty of other surface area to tickle, until his laughter was roaring in the room. And she took her sweet time in showing him any mercy.

“H-hon,” he finally wheezed. “You’re going to make me mess my pants one of these days if you do that again… and what about our neighbors?”

“What about our neighbors?” she inquired, returning to his now shrunken manhood, and almost instantly bringing him back to full salute. “And by the way – you’re not wearing any pants at the moment.”

“A-ah… yeah… and who cares about the neighbors,” he murmured. Gradually his breathing slowed back down. For a moment she felt a twinge of guilt. He’d only tickled her once. Well, he still tickled her, but only once had he ‘really’ done it. And when he saw the resulting tears, he never repeated it again. But he didn’t seem to mind it when she did it to him.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” she breathed in his ear, “There’s nothing more I’d rather do than sit down… right here.” She squeezed the tip of his manhood with such tenderness that his entire body seemed to tingle with pleasure.

“Wish you could, too,” he whispered.

Leaning in close, she gently rubbed her cheek against him again. “I love you,” she whispered. “You are an amazing man… with an amazing body.” She squeezed him again, watching the moist pearl of semen gathered at his tip overflow and run down his swollen length. “So… long…” she continued, stroking his entire length. “Hon… do you still remember our first time?”

“Hmm…” he sighed.

“What was that?” she asked, grinning even as she unmercifully squeezed him with her fingers. She giggled as he mustered up a feeble grunt.

He stopped her hands. “Of course I do,” he said. It was a memory that would never leave them. It had been an awkward moment, but the pure rapture they had experienced as each stepped away from innocent virginity to oneness with each other left an indelible imprint on their hearts.

She remembered the excitement of offering herself to the man she loved, the man she had waited for since she had been a little girl. It couldn’t be explained, but he was the one that made her feel good, made her feel cherished, gave her heart those amazing little butterflies every time she heard his voice and made her glad to be a woman.

He remembered the innocence in her eyes, which only seemed to make her all the more beautiful, as he accepted her precious gift. He wanted like anything to make it special for her and to truly be the man she believed him to be. There had never been another woman that so easily reached into his heart and held him. She was his ‘missing piece,’ and someone he knew he couldn’t face life without, once he had met her.

“What—what did you think when you first saw me without my clothes on?” she asked.

“The same thing I still think every time we make love,” he murmured. “I thought how lucky I was. I – I’ve seen many lovely things in my life.” He turned to her and looked into her eyes. “But that was the first time I ever saw true beauty.”

She blinked her eyes at him, feeling her heart rate increase. “Hon, Hon…” she whispered, blinking away a tear. She hugged him to herself and bathed his neck and shoulders with soft kisses. “Well, that wasn’t what I first thought.”

“And what was that?”

She giggled. “I wondered how in the world all of this,” she squeezed him again, “was going to fit inside me.”

“It was not!”

“Yes it was,” she laughed.

“We—we really didn’t know what we were doing, did we?” he chuckled.

Squeezing his manhood again, she felt him tremble, as his desire overflowed, leaving a sticky trail down his shaft and on her hands. He was turned on, and she loved it, knowing his release was close. “No, we didn’t,” she agreed. And even after her best friend Marie had tried to give her some helpful advice. “But I think the Good Lord helped us figure it out easily enough, don’t you?”

“Hmm…” he murmured.

He could feel her smiling next to him. It was so much fun to give him pleasure and to render him speechless! “I love it when you come,” she whispered softly. “Will you come for me?”

He couldn’t see her, but his mind was filled with her and the delight of passionately making love with her. How many times he had felt her luscious legs wrapped around him, even as he did now. Her hand wasn’t quite the same, but it mimicked her sweetest embrace and the sheer ecstasy he found burying his penis in her lush depths, thrusting upwards as if to reach her heart. He loved watching their union, the sight of her sweet flesh receiving his thrusts, and he loved feeling her writhe in pleasure beneath him and losing all thought of the present in bliss.

Whispering sweet words right into his ears and directly into his heart, she drew his deepest passion from him. His cries were hoarse and ragged as he leaned back hard against her and shook with the fervor of his release. Locking her legs across his muscular thighs, she did her best to hold onto him as the rhythmic spurts of his semen bodily cried out the love he had for her. It was a glorious ‘mess,’ and she smiled with satisfaction as he lay limply in her arms trying to catch his breath.

“Wow!” she whispered.

He chuckled. “S-sorry, Hon, I guess you didn’t get much out of all that.”

“Oh, yes, I did! I have made my man happy.”

“Thank you, Hon,” he smiled.

“You’re welcome, Sweet.”

Disentangling, she planted a kiss on his forehead and scampered off to the restroom to retrieve a warm washcloth. The tender expressions of her love and the care she’d always shown for him were endearing beyond words. Pleased with her efforts, she gently kissed his penis and returned the washcloth to the restroom.

Not bothering to put on pajamas, they cuddled together under the warm covers of their bed and fell into a deep sleep, thankful for each other.