What a joy it is to be taken by man, especially from behind. I love him so much and feel so safe with him. When we are naked together, I feel so secure – so natural. He is my provider and protector, my soul mate and kindred spirit, my best friend and life partner. I give thanks to God daily for our marriage and for bringing us together as man and wife. I was so lost before I found him, yet God heard my cries of loneliness and pleas for a godly marriage partner and brought us together. What an amazing and loving Creator we serve! I am so undeserving of such love and grace.
Making love with my man is such an intimate experience. I am proud to say my dear husband knows every square inch of my body. I am his, and he is mine. One of our favorite things to do is stand naked in front of our bedroom mirror, passionately kissing one another. I adore watching as his big strong hands roam across my body, especially my most delicate parts. His coarse masculinity takes possession of my gentle femininity. As we kiss in front of the mirror – thigh to thigh, chests pressed together, and mouths locked upon one another – I marvel at his growing erection. What power my little body can have on him! LoL. I love watching his flaccid cock grow from a couple of inches to the battering ram I have come to know and love after all these years.
And yes, it is the way we are wired as man and wife—I need his cock. It’s a spiritual and physical need. Not just when I’m horny (I always think of Gina saying “Stay Horny!”) but frequently. Okay, I admit it, I love cock: how his looks, how it grows, his texture and diameter, his hardness and flexibility. I love its salty taste in my mouth and the throbbing as it slowly slides in and out of my mouth and down my throat. What a precious gift! I don’t know who loves doing this more, him or me. His cock brings tremendous pleasure to our marital bliss. While we kiss in front of the mirror, I enjoy watching as I stroke his shaft. I especially enjoy kneeling in front of him to pump his dick with both hands and suck on his hairless balls. Again, who is loving this more?
Then while still kneeling as he deepthroats me, I love to squeeze his muscular runner’s legs feeling their powerful mass. From there, I enjoy palming his tight little ass and burying my nails into both of his cheeks as I feel him tense from the sensation. In pure marital lust, I take his firm ass into my hands and squeezing with all my might. I love how his cheeks feel. So hot and so muscular. Thank you for being a runner, K!
It’s usually at this juncture where I have a decision to make—do I keep manipulating his manhood in this fashion causing him to erupt onto my face or do we change positions and move on to the main course? Usually, it’s the latter.
K helps me to my feet, and we walk around to the bed holding hands. I climb on first and get on all fours facing the mirror. My husband is right behind me, and I immediately feel him knocking at my door. I love the touch of his beautifully cut head gently probing between the crease of my round butt cheeks, teasing yet probing for entry into my lush secret garden. I feel his big hands upon my ass, roughly rubbing and squeezing. He even returns the favor by gently running his nails over my cheeks, which sends a chill down my spine. My pulse and breathing increase as his hands work over my back and ass while his throbbing tool continues gently probing and teasing me. My pussy is lubricating quickly, preparing to welcome my husband’s prick.
As I feel his hot breath and tongue working down my spine, he turns his palms outward and gently runs the backs of his nails along my sides. Goosebumps appear along my arms and legs, and my pussy is getting wetter by the minute. Slowly, he runs his fingernails up and down my rib cage, and I start wiggling my ass for him in an effort to capture his hard cock. His warm hands find their way to my breasts that sway under me, welcoming his touch. He says he loves seeing them hang like this. My sensitive nipples expand at his touch as he expertly tweaks them between his thumb and forefinger. My back arches in anticipation of the love of my life, and my pussy gets hotter as it awaits his special touch.
I feel his heat next to mine as he begins to grind on me. His thighs press against the back of my legs. Being so much taller than me, he easily reaches forward slowly to trace his tongue up my spine, to my shoulders, then ears, neck, and throat until he reaches my mouth. Our lips meet over my shoulder and lock together in pure heat as our tongues slowly begin their dance before greedily wrestling each other inside our mouths.
Our bodies press together as we slowly grind against one another. I feel my husband’s finger start working its way between my cheeks and into my tight anus. He knows this is my weakness. The first orgasm threatens to devour me. As he plunges his finger deeper inside me, I lose it.
“Oh, K, I’m cumming. I’m cumming! It feels so good. Mmmmm, K!!! Ahhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhh! Aggggggghhhhhhh,” I scream as he fingers my ass.
It is while the next orgasm is building that my beloved slides his manly cock into my feminine passage. I am so wet he slides right in. Slowly and lovingly, I ease back onto him as he fills me with his man-love. I feel his big dick stretch me as he starts pounding harder and harder. What a hot image in the mirror as I watch him do me from the back, doggie style. My breasts sway naturally with his pounding as he reaches around and cups them both. Being blessed with large titties, I love the sight of them overflowing into his hands. Some men say more than a handful is a waste, but my tits don’t stay in his hands. Neither of us complains.
I feel so vulnerable in this position. Watching my man do me from behind is an arousing sight. His hands slap my ass as he thrusts powerfully into my deep wetness and gently pulls my hair. I am at his disposal – at his mercy. And I love it! It amazes us both how we can express our love for each other in this hot, natural, and erotic manner. We have our own brand of marriage heat.
“Oh, fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me harder. Ram that cock into me, tiger. Drive it home, baby, drive it home,” I shout.
Harder and harder, he pounds me, and I hear our flesh slapping together faster and faster. Another orgasm overpowers me.
“Oh K, K, I love you so much,” I tell him as he continues to ravish his bride. “Your dick feels so good inside me. Look at us fuck, baby, look at us. It’s so beautiful watching us mate as husband and wife. Do me, baby. Do me, do me. Harder. Yes, harder,” I beg between deep breaths and bouncing tits.
He grasps my tits in his hands and pinches my nipples hard. Then K squeezes my melons firmly, causing me to gasp in further ecstasy. I love having my titties played with and manipulated. It doesn’t matter who does it; we both do an outstanding job with my boobs.
Still grinding and breathing hard, our bodies hot and sweaty; I feel his body tense.
“Oh shit, Kay; I’m gonna cum, babe, I’m gonna cum,” my husband tells me, “Your pussy is so wet and hot, feels soooooo good, babe. So good. I wish I could be inside you forever, but I gotta shoot!”
“Oh, K, I love you and need you so much. Let it go, baby, let it go. Shoot your load into me, shoot your load. Let me feel your hot love drip out of this hairy pussy,” I moan back to him. “Fuck that pussy and shoot your load, stud!”
His hands squeeze my tits harder as I feel his body tense and his penis spasm deep inside me. Feeling his explosions and watching his face tense in the mirror put me over the edge one last time as we cum together as husband and wife.
“I love you, K, I love you. I feel you shooting inside me. Mmmmmmmmm, so good, so good. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm,” I purr to my man.
As my thighs start to cramp up and my wrists get tingly, I feel my husband begin to soften and fall out and the remnants of his sperm oozing out of my cunt.
Reaching for my breasts again, my husband tightly nuzzles me before letting them go.
“Thank you for being married to me, Kay; you are such an amazing soul mate and kindred. I love you so much. You are an amazing homeschool mom. You complete me, sweetheart,” he gently says, looking me in the eyes.
Now we cuddle close to one another, lying on our backs side by side and joined hand in hand with our locked legs together. I continue to leak. We are naked on our marriage bed, husband and wife, as God made us. I love how we are one flesh and one spirit. He puts his arm under my neck to cuddle as his other hand makes it way to my glistening mound of brown pubic hair, gently running his fingers through it. I give a slow contented sigh. What a tremendous blessing and honor I have to be loved and cherished by my man like this. I adore this part of our love making—the innocent and honest naked oneness of our marriage. Such bliss and intimacy. Such romance and beauty. Such pleasure our flesh and spirit grant to one another in this mysterious fashion.
Thank you for being naked with me, darling, and for making love to me, dear husband, I love being your wifey.
Kay & K. 😀
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