Thank You

I have always strived to be selfless with Theresa. Even before I knew her, I asked God to give me the gift of selflessness. I knew from a very early age that unconditional love is what is needed to make marriage work, and I wanted to give that to my future wife, whoever that would be.

I met Theresa when I was 16. We both went to the same high school, and it was my first year away from home (it was a Christian boarding school). She was 17 at the time and very friendly. We got to talking and within a few months, we started dating. We were both each other’s first boyfriend/girlfriend, and the following months were full of awkwardness as we tried to figure out exactly what dating couples DO. We didn’t know what was appropriate, or what was expected–we didn’t even know how often we should see each other in a given day.

After a year or so, though, we steadied our relationship and were very, very happy. We ended up dating for about three years before I popped the question. She ecstatically said yes, and we married in June 2012 – after almost four years of dating. It was just two weeks after my 20th birthday, and six months after her 21st. I’m very happy to boast (as few others can) that both of us saved our virginity for our wedding night. I thank God every day that we were able to practice self-control during our four years of dating. There were many close calls, but we relied on God and he helped us through it all.

Anyway, we’ve been married two years now. During that whole time (and the whole time we dated), I made the promise every day to only think of Theresa. To love her with all my heart, and give myself up for her every day. There were times when I didn’t do so well, or when life made things hard between us, but in the end, God definitely helped me to selflessly love the best woman in the world. Theresa, on the other hand, grew up in a very delicate home, not quite broken but definitely torn. She found it hard to love me, and even harder to accept that my love truly was unconditional. Even after we married, she had her doubts; it wasn’t until her own relationship with God began to mend after years of turmoil that she accepted my love and, through God’s help, began to love me the same way.

Our sex life (for it is really only one life: mine and hers combined) has had its ups and downs, but I am so very glad to say that God is helping us out now more than ever. We deeply desire each other, and we feel as if we’re on our honeymoon all over again–just all the time now, instead of just one brief week! Every time I think of her, I grow horny, and want to race the clock to see her again and give her pleasure. Just the thought of it right NOW is making me turned on!

Anyway, it was just after one of those “really” low times in our sex life that this story takes place. I was depressed, because we hadn’t had sex in several long, agonizing weeks. Theresa had just come home from a long, exhausting day at school (she always pushes herself to take a maximum workload, poor girl), and collapsed on the bed for a quick nap. I wanted nothing more than to leave her be, but I felt a small tugging at my heart, as if Someone was telling me to go be with her. So I followed her into the bedroom, lay down next to her on the bed, and hugged her tightly.

Neither of us said anything for a while, until she broke the silence by asking, “What’s that for?”

“The hug?” When she nodded, I replied, “I just want to love my wife. You know,” I added with a wink, “like I know you like.”

She nodded. “I do love this,” she agreed. She snuggled a little closer and wrapped an arm around me in return. “You don’t know how much I needed this, Jack. Thank you.” She looked at me, her beautiful brown eyes twinkling. “I mean it. Thank you.” She gave a tight squeeze and kissed my lips.


I smiled. “I bet you’re exhausted. Why don’t you take your nap?”

“I would,” she responded, slowly sitting up. “But I have something I need to take care of first.” When I tried to sit up to join her, she gently grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed. “Something that I think you’ll really enjoy.”

As I lay back down, she stood up and took off her shirt. I hadn’t seen her naked in over a week (I blame school, not her. Stupid school. Who’s with me?) and even now, just seeing her in a normal everyday bra was enough to get me excited.

“I need you, Jack.” The pants were the next thing to go, before she lay back down beside me and cuddled up next to me, as close as she possibly could. “I need you so bad.” She planted her lips firmly against mine and grasped my shirt. “I need you right now!”

More than happy to oblige, I hugged her tightly and kissed her back. Within minutes, we had our tongues down each other’s throats. Somehow my shirt disappeared and she was soon on top of me, rubbing her now-exposed breasts along my chest. We both moaned in pleasure, our hands exploring each other’s bodies, our eyes–when not closed in happiness–twinkling at each other.

She swiftly kicked off her panties and tore my boxers off me, doing both almost in one swift movement. Now we were totally naked against each other, still engorging ourselves in the other’s bodies, neither of us wanting this moment to end.

But the good thing about one thing ending, is it leads straight into another thing altogether. She slowly sat back up, still on top of me, and guided my penis into herself. She slowly, intimately, relaxed on top of it, moaning every time a new inch entered her. When she finally got me all the way in, she began rocking back and forth, throwing her face back down to kiss me once again.

Our hips moved in rhythm with each other, ensuring I got as deep as physically possible. Our hands never stopped moving, sometimes hugging, sometimes stroking hair, sometimes stimulating her breasts and clit. My mouth alternated between kissing her lips and kissing her nipples, as I tried my absolute best to fulfill my duties as her husband and give her the absolute most pleasure possible.

It did not take long for the pressure to build inside both of us. When I warned her that I could cum at any second, she only smiled and replied, “So can I! Come inside me, Jack! Come in me, Jack! I need you to come now, Jack! Now!” Any other words she had were lost as we locked lips once again, further stimulating our senses.

And then, in one of the best experiences possible, both of us released at the same time. For her, it wasn’t a “big” orgasm, but it was definitely enough to satisfy her. On the other hand, since I hadn’t been released in several weeks, I came hard and long. We held each other tight as we came, and then slowly relaxed after it was over. Then she slowly reached back down and kissed my lips once more.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Thank you?” she repeated. “This was my thank you to YOU, silly boy.” She got off me and cuddled back up to my chest, her face full of satisfaction and beaming with joy. “That was my thank you for all your selflessness. I don’t know if I can even thank you enough for that.”

I chuckled. “Well, if this is the way you thank me, I certainly HOPE you can’t.”

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