Man and woman; husband and wife; bride and groom; male and female; kindred spirit and soul mate. “And the Lord said—it is not good for man to be alone…”
I’m K, and I don’t post very often here. But after reading my beloved’s recent post, I just had to chime in. Please forgive me ahead of time if my writing skills do not come close to dear Kay’s. She can sure turn a phrase, and she sure can get me worked up. And from some of your comments over the past year; it seems she has worked up many readers too!
The Bee Gees once sang “Lonely days, lonely nights—where would I be without my woman?” I think all of us guys can relate. And if you don’t, then I suspect you are not being honest with yourself. I ask you, gentlemen, where would YOU be without your woman? This writer would be lost, desolate, devastated, broken and crushed without his bride.
Studies show older couples who have been married for a long time react quite differently to the loss of their beloved. Since I work in long term care, I see this every day. When a husband passes away after 50 or 60 years of marriage, it’s sad and devastating for the trailing spouse. Yet over time, the widowed wife moves on and usually does quite well depending upon her support network. And most of the residents in long term care are widowed females. (Who says women are the weaker sex?)
But when the wife of 50 to 60 years passes away, it’s usually an entirely different story. The men are rightfully devastated and heartbroken, yet they typically don’t move on. The rest of their lives, they are often like lost puppies. Their spirits break, they lose the spark in their eyes, and laughter doesn’t come as abundantly as it once did.
“And the Lord said it is not good for the man to be alone.” As in all things, God certainly knew what He was talking about when He inspired these words in the book of Genesis.
We have been married for 18 years and are still on our honeymoon. What a tremendous blessing it is to be able to say and admit this! And yes, I am a deeply flawed individual. Yet somehow, Jesus will always love me. As Paul said in Romans 8, “nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” And despite my being such a selfish, impatient, undeserving husband, Kay is absolutely crazy in love with me! What did I do to deserve such happiness, joy, companionship, and completeness? See the parallel between God’s love for us and our spouses’ love for us? That certainly is no accident.
I mean, think about it husbands: our wives put up with a lot of crap from us. Yet they forgive us and care for us. They endure toothpaste in the sink, short-tempered comments from us, our obsession with sports, and our general unwillingness to open up and share our innermost feelings with them.
Despite all our male flaws and shortcomings, our wives still crave for their men to stick their penises into their vaginas. Ladies, why??? Do we deserve this? Of course not! Are we complaining? Are we unworthy? Are we deeply blessed? Men, you answer that.
I mean, think about the utter intimacy and commitment of when married couples unite like this. How magical it is to see my sweet Kay slowly open her legs for me inviting me in. As Robin Williams used to say, “Why is it males spend nine months in the womb trying to get out—then spend the rest of their lives trying to get back in?!?!?!” I frequently thank Kay for opening her legs for me, inviting me into her secret world. Her private lady garden. Oh, how I treasure the time spent there.
How magical women are down there! God wired us and made us differently. How sweet the fragrance of her arousal and the moisture building between her lips. The sight of her cute little bud swelling and engorging itself with her lifeblood as she becomes wetter and hotter by the minute excites me every time. I lay gently nibbling and licking Kay between her legs, watching her get more and more worked up; she is an amazing sight to behold. It’s like watching a volcano about to blow as she approaches orgasm. Her breathing increases and becomes deeper. She runs her hands across her breasts, gently massaging and tweaking her nipples that by now have grown to the size of strawberries. Her hips gyrate to meet my searching mouth and tongue better, and goosebumps spread across her peachfuzz-laden thighs as I squeeze them beneath their vicelike grip around my head. Her moaning often transforms into screaming as she reaches the first of her many orgasms.
I love watching and listening to her gearing up to climax.
“Oh babe, your tongue feels SO GOOD in my pussy… SO GOOD… Mmmmmmmmmm. Don’t stop, K. Please, don’t stop….. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm. And your tongue is magical between my legs. I’m sorry I’m so hairy down there.”
With such honest, intimate talk, Kay sets me off with that sexy voice of hers. I watch as her breasts swell with blood. Her tummy rises more rapidly, her sex gets wetter and hotter by the second, and she keeps squirming on her back. With Kay being a former gymnast, it’s quite a treat watching her open her legs wider and wider for me to devour her secret sex. No, it is not very ladylike! Lol
Sometimes I bring her only to the edge of the cliff; other times, I push her right over. Her reward is the intense pleasure and release of God-given orgasm while mine is watching her sexy temple convulsing out of control 10 to 15 times.
“Oh K! Oh, oh, oh….feels SO GOOD (she gasps between breaths) mmmm, ahhhh, aghhhhhh, (lifting her head then slamming it down hard on the bed, bucking like a wild animal) I AM CUMMING, LOVE…Aaahhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhh. Oh ***, I love it; I love it! Mmmmmmmmphhh,” she pants like a dog in heat.
Again, imagine this occurring 10 or 15 times as she experiences and enjoys her orgasms. What a beautiful image to behold!
Of course, the entire time that I am enjoying this show while performing my magic upon her hidden world, I am stroking my cock and trying not to blow. The beauty of her naked form in all its intimacy and honesty right there before me – I can scarcely take it all in. From head to toe, she is my kindred, my soulmate, my best friend, companion, and helpmate. Adoringly, I drink in the sight of her femininity – such beauty and radiance. Kay’s thick brunette hair cascades down to just above her shoulders and is out of place thanks to the recent thrashings of her orgasms. Her sexy brown eyes are closed and her mouth open, revealing perfect rows of God-given straight white teeth. (I sometimes tease her saying “You have the whitest teeth I have ever come across!”)
My eyes work down to her torso, overwhelmingly dominated by her breasts but punctuated by her large rib cage and yoga-defined shoulders and arms. I marvel at her precious breasts rising and falling as she attempts to catch her breath. The sight of her bent knees delights me, and I watch her thigh muscles flex and her calf expand as she shifts her foot to point her toes. Taking in the sight of her innocent naked form, I wonder at how beautiful she still looks after 18 years.
Yet through all these years together, I still find myself most enthralled with the sight of her sexy hairy pussy. It is so Kay—so natural, so soft and lush, so powerful. Gazing at her neatly trimmed yet prominent thick bush I can almost hear it whispering to me, “Come on, big boy. Are you man enough to eat me out? I dare you to stick it in me right now. Do it; do it!” It taunts me, “What’s the matter, am I too much for you?” Don’t mean to sound weird, yet I think of that often when I see her lying naked like that. I sense the challenge.
After all these orgasms, by beloved is transformed. Kay morphs into my little wild cat and is ready for action. It doesn’t matter what position; she wants to ride me and ride me hard.
“Umph, mmmmmmmmm. There you go, K. There you go, baby. Oh, your dick feels so big and natural inside me. Yes, babe, that’s where my husband belongs – inside my pussy. You love it, don’t you?”
It’s incredible either one of us can speak during our lovemaking because our tongues stay busy exploring each other and licking each other’s throats and lips.
“Aggggggghhhhhhh… I feel your balls slapping against my ass. Sooooo gooooooood. My husband, my husband, I LOVE YOU! Go ahead; let it go. Let it go.”
Of course, by this time she has already pushed me over the edge, so I pound her for all I’m worth.
“Mmph, mmph, mmph… There you go. I feel you shooting; I feel you shooting. Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah. I love how you fill this pussy with your seed. So manly, so hard…” She says all this against my searching lips, between deep intakes of breath and my weight pushing all the air out of her lungs, just the way she likes it.
Living with Kay means a life filled with grace. The written words I used just now in trying to describe her don’t do justice to what a sweet, loving, caring person God created in my bride. Yes, our sex life is fantastic; I treasure doing IT with her, thinking about doing IT, remembering doing IT, and writing about doing IT. Yet our naked husband-and-wife time together is just the icing on the cake of our short time together upon this earth.
I love her and respect her so much. I realize there is no way I can ever repay her for what she has done and continues to do for me. (Sound familiar?) So I try to live for her each and every day, hoping in some small way to express my thankfulness and appreciation. I mean, this amazing woman homeschools two children, stays active in our Home Group, and helps lead the homeschool co-op. She makes dinners for sick friends and volunteers in community organizations. Let’s not forget that she runs the kids to all their appointments and outings (don’t tell me homeschooled kids don’t get enough socialization!) She cooks us dinner nearly every night, does half the laundry each weekend (I do the other half), tries to keep the house clean. Plus, she handles our finances. Every workday, she asks how my day went, listens, and encourages me. And there are probably myriad other responsibilities she shoulders that I have forgotten about right now.
Oh, and besides all that, Kay loves to fuck me!
What did I do to deserve such a companion and gift from above? Nothing. To God be the glory.
So from this husband’s perspective, I am indeed honored, privileged, and very blessed to be able to experience the things I adore doing with her: I get to hold hands with her at home, in church, on walks together. I enjoy writing her a little love note each morning before I make my lunch and head to work. Small gifts of service bless her, like picking up after myself and opening the door for her when we are out. I support her in homeschool ups and downs, listening to her vent and share her fears. She trusts me to protect and provide for her. Perhaps the biggest blessing of all – I get to cuddle with her at bedtime then wake up with her in the morning. I love hearing her soft breathing, inhaling her sweet scent in the sheets and on her pillow while listening to the birds sing outside the window, and the comfort and security of spooning with her in the wee hours of the morning. What bliss to feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, my right hand firmly attached to her prominent breast.
My cup runneth over.
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