What an outstanding gift God gave us in sexual relations between a married couple. I could talk about this for hours. Sex is so wonderful, exciting, and feels so good—perhaps the gift of marital sex is God giving us just a glimpse at how wonderful heaven will be. Not that I think we will have sex in heaven; rather, the intense pleasure, oneness, and connectedness we experience with our spouses are but a glimpse of the joy and completeness we will experience in heaven.
We love how honest and intimate marital sex is between a man and wife. There is nothing to hide when making love with your mate. Everything is right there in the open. Total honesty, intimacy, and communication. As many have posted here, there is nothing much better than being alone naked with your soulmate. When we gaze at one another in the nude, scripture keeps ringing in our ears, “and they were naked yet not ashamed.” I love being naked with my dear husband. As Seinfeld used to say, “That’s a good naked.” Being so free and natural with him in my nude state speaks volumes about our love and trust of each other. And it doesn’t always have to lead to sex—just the oneness of being together in the nude is so intimate. Looking out the back French Doors during a blizzard in the nude or with the windows open during springtime, listening to the birds singing and enjoying the aroma of lilac indoors in the nude—it matters not.
Yet we admit, despite the intense spiritual and emotional bond K and I share, the sex is the icing on the cake. Sure, sometimes we both just want to get off and enjoy a good quick romp in the sack, or mutually masturbate each other to climax. Yet more often than not, we make love. That’s when our bodies, our souls, our inner beings, our very selves unite as one. “And the two shall become one flesh.”
Putting aside the romance, the spiritual connection, the intimacy, and honesty—we really crave the physical attributes of intense lovemaking and each other. I mean, even after over 15 years of marriage, seeing K come in after a run in the heat clad only in his tight running shorts, bare-chested and glistening in sweat with his chest and arms rippling as he moves—it makes me wet every time. Not to mention when he walks out of the shower after toweling off. What an amazing God we have who perfectly pairs a husband’s strength, masculinity, and power with his bride’s softness, tenderness, and nurturing spirit. Yes, opposites attract. His hardness entwined with my softness we both find absolutely heavenly.
And the penis is such a magnificent yet mysterious part of my husband. I crave the moments when I can play with my husband’s penis and watching it slowly grow into the impaler that I have come to know and love. It is so powerful and fits perfectly into my tight little pussy. Even though he is well over six feet tall and I am barely five feet, we fit like a glove. As he enters me to the hilt, the breath leaves my lungs even though he holds himself up on his elbows. It’s uncanny how he reads my body; he knows when to pound me like a drunken sailor and when to be slow and gentle as if I were still a virgin. And some our most memorable times are when he fills me to the hilt and keeps it there. We don’t move. Our eyes lock upon each other as we are connected in this most intimate, honest way. Oh, how I love him. I am his and he is mine. Often times, while he holds himself deep inside me and we speak only with our eyes, one of us will begin to cry. It is so beautiful and so intimate. I can’t explain the beauty, honesty, and sweetness. Yes, my legs are splayed open for my man. I feel his powerful chest crushing my breasts as our hearts race. My feet are clasped behind his back just like the cover of Gina’s book, (oh how that picture turns me on!) yet we are motionless, lost in each other’s gaze. This is especially romantic in candlelight or with soft music in the background. More times than not, in the stillness of our intimacy with his big penis embedded deep in my pussy, we will both climax together! How is that possible with no motion? It is so tender and heartfelt: him gazing upon my naked form, my little body – chest heaving – tightly wrapped under and around his manly form, and the frail, little-boy look on his face as he takes it all in. (I am crying as I write this…) I love him so much.
The sights and sounds of our lovemaking are magical too. We have mirrors in our bedroom and enjoy watching ourselves in action, performing our intimate, Godly functions together. Sometimes we pray during lovemaking, while my husband is deep inside me. One can’t get more honest than that! I am so honored to have my groom for myriad reasons, not least of which is that he loves me for who I am. K loves me if I am thin or heavy (I have been both,) sick or well (both again,) makeup on or no (doesn’t matter to him). I’ve written before about the difficult adolescence I had as a girl/young woman growing up. Thanks to the “Mean Girls” I grew up with (we love that movie!), I had quite the complex about being muscular and, well, hairy everywhere. Yes I shaved my pits and legs, yet I inherited thick, baby-down peach fuzz on my arms, jaws, thighs, back, tummy, you name it. And even though not being of any real ethnic heritage, nature also bestowed me with what K lovingly refers to as my lush “Amazon Rain Forest.” Yes, I am very hairy down there—and he loves it. Not only does he love it—he adores it! How many wives can say that about their husband’s preferences? Sure, I keep it neatly trimmed for him—he loves my naturally bushy state down there, the thick soft fur and its brunette texture. He has literally eaten my pussy for over an hour at a time during our marriage. He can’t get enough of fingering me while he slurps and nibbles at my secret girl parts. Often times, after literally wearing me out with orgasm after orgasm (yes I am multi-orgasmic), I will just lay there exhausted, stroking his head with my hands and watching in the mirror as he continues to graze in my lady garden. He makes me so wet and excited—hence the name Amazon Rain Forest. I especially enjoy watching him fill me to the hilt when all I can see is his batch of pubic hair enmeshed with my thick garden. Often I feel his eating my hoo is more intimate than the act of lovemaking. And for better or worse, yes, I am endowed with more lush hair between my legs than my husband—and he adores me for it.
“MMMMM, my husband, my husband. You feel so good, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Your big balls are pounding against my ass. I feel your dick all the way inside me. Oh, babe, I am riding that cock, riding that meaty cock. Pound me, oh yes, harder. Pound…me…please…Oh shit—can you feel me? I…am..cumming babe—C…U…M…M..I..N…G all over your….big….dick! Humph! Humph! Humph! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, so good…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! I love you, I love you!!!
That stinker. He recorded one of our recent lovemaking sessions and this is what I woke up to the other day! It didn’t take long for him to rouse me out of a deep slumber.
“Oh, Kay, look at those big titties! Your nipples look like summer strawberries and your areolas are like Ritz Crackers! Can you feel that big dick? Can you feel it, babe? I love how they jiggle and bounce while I pound you.”
“Oh yes K, you are so big and so strong Impale me with that cock; impale me. Squeeze me hard, wrap your arms around me like a python and smother me as you ram your rod into this wet, hairy pussy. Fuck me, babe! Fuck me harder! Mmmmmmmmm, so…….good…..I….love….it…..Mmmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmm, Ahhhhhhhhhhh.”
I was becoming quite aroused watching us perform on the flat screen. When he pushes me over the edge of the 3rd or 4th climax, I like for him (love for him actually) to wrap his big arms around my breast-dominated torso and literally squeeze much of the air out of my lungs. No masochism here, just a raw imbedded lust for my husband’s power over me when we are approaching this intense stage of our lovemaking. I usually bury my nails deep along his spine, and they dig into his glorious flesh and work their way down to his magnificent tight little ass. Sometimes, deep in the throes of passion, I will even work my pinky finger up his tight little ass. He is so hot and sweaty that my finger slips right in and out. He loves it. He knows how long to keep me in that vice grip embrace of his before letting go. Then I quickly shift under his weight, grab his head in both arms, and pull away for a brief moment to move my ankles up to his neck before he begins pummeling me anew. I enjoy the physical power he exerts over me then. I am at his mercy.
His power over me at this point is no different than when I take him into my mouth and down my throat. I have immense power over him too when doing this. We share the power over each other and we do not abuse it. I love how I was wired and fearfully made. The very sight of me naked can bring a near instant erection to my husband. What a wonderful plaything his penis is. I love the challenge of watching his flaccid member grow from three inches to his full eight inches when combat-ready. The sight of him coming to full attention—or feeling him expand in my mouth—is so wonderful and erotic. I adore the feel of his salty hairless balls as I work them in my mouth. Knowing how sensitive they are and how they are easily hurt, I take great responsibility to please him and not to cause him pain. What a delicate balance! And the double gift of tasting him in my mouth as I take him all the way down my throat—I treasure the sensation and his unique taste, so hot, so manly, so him. And I love knowing I control his relief or tension with the muscles of my throat. I adore feeling him throb while deep-throating him, knowing he is on the verge of exploding. Yet I can give him a Happy Ending—or I can quickly let him plop out, roll over onto all fours, and enable him to pound me Doggy Style. Often times when we are on a tight timeframe, by mutual agreement, I will suck him off. Talk about a win-win proposition! I enjoy the safe and secure feel of my husband’s manhood down my throat and the sensation of him pulsating. Then I run my fingers through his soft pubic hair, massaging and squeezing his luscious balls with my other hand, and gently bite and nip his shaft as I slowly let him out. While he’s free, I take him in my hand and marvel at him, at his big head and veins. I stroke him with my little hand. Usually, it takes both hands and there is still room to spare—like choking up on a baseball bat. This is bliss: jacking him off with my left hand, while I slowly bury the nails of my right in his hard runner’s legs. I work my way up while still stroking him. Oh, how I love to bury my mouth and face into his pubic mound. I gently lick and bite his dark pubic hair until his entire mound is moist with my passionate tonguing. Such intimacy.
At this point, I can either prolong his agony and keep him on the edge of orgasm—or I can finish him off and watch the glory of his amazing ejaculate as it either shoots across my titties or upon my peach-fuzzed tummy. So hot and sticky. Or perhaps my favorite: stroking him to orgasm while looking him in the eye as he shoots his precious manly seed into my mouth and I swallow every drop. I crave the taste of his sperm in my mouth as I swallow him while keeping my eyes upon him the entire time. Oh, the way he shoots, how his penis quivers, watching his eyes roll back and his groan of intense pleasure as he shoots his love down my throat—exquisite!. And after he is finished, I suck him dry when his penis is at its most sensitive. He stretches on his tiptoes and becomes unsteady on his feet as I finish him off. Sometimes, I will jump to my feet and embrace my husband in a passionate deep wet kiss, sharing his seed with him. Our tongues dance and our juices mingle before we mutually swallow the wonderful salty taste of his manhood. On the occasions when I don’t swallow him, I rub his semen all over my titties; his warm seed feels so wonderful as I rub it into my soft sensitive mammary glands.
Yes, we are intimate; we are one. We are the couple that became each other. We can be naughty, we can be creative and vulnerable. There is give and take. While making love, my husband and I talk, cry, sometimes we pray, and sometimes speak only with our eyes. Often times, we strip naked and just lay side by side for an hour listening to smooth jazz and basking in the candlelight. This too is tenderly intimate.
We were created to love and serve each other. What a blessing to be his bride, and for him to be my groom. After all these years; we are still on our honeymoon. We thank God daily and nightly for bringing us together as kindred spirits and soulmates. We are so unworthy of one another, yet we thank God for smiling down upon us and bestowing us with one another.
I love you, Mr. K.
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