Apple Pie

Flashback to this past Thanksgiving…. 🙂

It was the night before Thanksgiving, and I had pies to bake. As usual the girls wanted to help, which meant we made two of the 6 pies we needed before their bedtime. Kids in bed, I was almost finished, I had the last two in the oven and was doing the dishes. James (thought) he snuck into the kitchen without me noticing, and started to pick at one of the apple pies.

“James, leave them alone. Those pies are for tomorrow,” I scolded.

He gave me his best pouty face and whined, “Please baby? You know my greatest weakness, other than you, is your warm apple pie with a little bit of vanilla ice cream.”

“No. If you want it warm, I’ll microwave your piece tomorrow.”

“It’s not the same. And you’ve been teasing me all evening with the smell of your yummy baking. So I should get a little sliver now.”

“Or you can have as big of a piece as you want tomorrow.”

I thought he sulked out of the kitchen. I put the last of the dishes away, only to see him still trying to pick at a piece of Apple pie.

“James Andrew!! Stop touching my pies!!” I was getting kind of ticked off at him. Honestly he’s a grown man, he can handle waiting until tomorrow for his pie. But, as always, he never lets me stay mad for long.

“Well if I can’t touch the pie, then I’m just going to touch you.”

Within all of two seconds, he had wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in close from behind and began kissing along my neck and lightly stroking my body. I could feel the ever so slight bulge in his pants. It turned me on. Knowing I could be covered in flour, messed up hair, and ruddy face from being near the hot oven and still turn him on made me feel sexy and wet.

James kissed all around my neck, sucking lightly and softly whispering.
“You know I am the luckiest man alive. The house is filled with the aroma of your amazing pies, you look so sexy and cute here in the kitchen, and your lips,” he kissed me, “taste like heaven.”

“What does heaven taste like,” I whispered.

He kissed me again, “Like sugar,” kiss, “cinnamon,” kiss, “a dash of nutmeg,” kiss, “and a bit of flour,” kiss, “but mostly cinnamon and sugar.” He then kissed me long and slow. I couldn’t help but melt into him. I relaxed fully, letting the stress of the holiday vanish with each passing second. All too soon, the oven timer went off. I pulled away from my warm husband, to pull out the last pies.

No sooner had I opened the oven door, then James asked, “Are those what I think they are?”

“If you think they are two mini apple pies, one for you and one for me, then you would be correct.”

“You are the BEST wife ever!!!!” He swooped me up and kissed me, “I love you, you know me so well. Going out of your way to make us minis so I wouldn’t whine…how did I get so lucky?”

I giggled, “They do need to cool a bit, so how about I freshen up hmmm?”

“You don’t have too,” he snaked his arms around me, “I think you look smokin’ hot and sexy just like this.”

“I’m glad one of us does. I’ll be back, it won’t take long.” I went to our bedroom and rinsed off real quick in our shower. Then I put on a loose, semi-sheer, baby doll top with the matching panties. All in red, James’ favorite color. I came back out into the living room and found James sitting on the “one and a half person” chair or, as he calls it, our snuggle chair.

I could tell James enjoyed my outfit, as his eyes danced and glazed over as he drank me in. When he looks at me like that, I’m all his. He could ask me to do anything and I’d do it, so long as he kept looking at me like I was the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the whole county. (Note from James: FYI she’s not the sexiest most beautiful woman in the county, she’s the sexiest most beautiful woman ever.) I lazily draped myself onto his waiting lap in the chair and snuggled into his perfect chest. He set his hands to carefully roaming. He wanted me aroused, but not too aroused–he wanted his pie, of course. I was happy to just sit there and relax after the long day. His touch was that of a man well learned in the sexual arts (as well he should be 😉 ). He was certainly making me moist, but not to the point where I needed to pounce him. His penis was still semi-hard through his clothes, and was nestled quite nicely on my butt. I let out a contented sigh and snuggled deeper into him.

“I love you so much,” I whispered.

One of his hands slithered up to cup a breast and he gave it a firm squeeze before replying, “Good,” his voice was so deep and sexy, “Because I am very much in love with you. More today than I was on our wedding day.”

“This feels sooo nice my James.”

“Well I would hope after 13 years I would be good at the art of loving you.”

“Of course you are. You’ve got the magic hands baby. What woman wouldn’t want your big, strong, calloused hands roaming their body?”

“Yes well, there’s only one woman’s curves these hands care to explore.” James then began to kiss my neck and continue with his touches. My neck is one of those spots that he can work at with his magnificent lips and I will just become putty in his hands. With each passing moment, every stress, every care, every worry, every tension left my body as I became a purring cooing mass of woman. A short while later I glanced at the clock and noticed the pies should be cooled enough by now.

“I’ll be back,” I purred.

“Don’t be too long. It gets lonely here without you.” We kissed once more before I left to go get the pies. They were the perfect temperature, just how James likes them. Nice and warm, but not hot enough to burn. I put them on plates with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and sauntered back to my husband. When he saw the pies his face lit up, as though he had momentarily forgotten about sex. No sooner had I sat back down on his lap then he began to eat his pie (it is one of his weaknesses, he’d do almost anything for a slice of apple pie). (Note from James again: correction I would do almost anything for a slice of LEAH’S apple pie).

James took his time with that pie, I finished before him and I’m a slow eater. But for some reason he left the last little bite on his plate.

“That was amazing as always my love!”

“Aren’t you going to finish it?”

“I thought you should have the last bite as you went through all the trouble to make it.” He put it on his fork and placed it in front of my mouth, while I certainly didn’t NEED the bite (hips don’t lie) James was sharing HIS apple pie. Somebody put it on the calendar!!

“I can’t believe you shared your pie with me,” I teased.

“Well sweetheart, there’s two things in this world I don’t share very well and they would be you and your apple pie. But it’s really not so hard to share the pie with you.” I smiled and shook my head at him, “Leah,” he laughed, “you’ve got a little bit of…” He started to kiss and to lick what must have been pie filling at the corner of my mouth. The kissing soon turned passionate as his lips moved from the corner of my mouth to kissing me full and hard on my mouth. His tongue was seeking entrance into my mouth and I eagerly let him in. I started to shift to bring myself closer and closer to him. My legs wrapped around his waist, his hands came down to my ass, and the next thing I knew I was being carried to our room.

I don’t know how he did it, but James kept his lips locked on to mine as he carried me down the hall into our bedroom, he pulled back the covers and laid me down gently on the bed. He did all of this without knocking us into anything.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered. He walked back to our door, locked it, and turned the lights on to a warm dim setting while I admired him from behind.

He started to come back to me when I purred to him, “James, take off your shirt.” He happily obliged, and I drank in his warm, strong, manly chest. Absentmindedly I began to trace circles around one of my nipples, he swallowed hard, “Now take off your socks.” Socks fell to the floor by his shirt, “Now your pants.” With aching slowness he took off his pants, revealing his hard penis straining against his boxers. Now it was my turn to swallow hard, “Come here, my handsome husband.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he walked over to our bed, climbed in and straddled me. He bent down and kissed me, slow, sweet passionate. He softly whispered in my ear, “Now I get to open my present and see what’s inside.”

I giggled, “You already know what’s inside.”

“Yes, but that’s one of the reasons why you are the greatest present I have ever or ever will receive. I still get so excited to take your clothes off, open you up, touch you, make love to you. After 13 years you still give me butterflies when you kiss me, when I see you in all your naked glory. No gift I have ever received does that to me. If I knew what was in the boxes I got for Christmas or my birthday, I wouldn’t be as excited. Even our kids. I love them to death, but you’re more to me than them. Someday they will grow up and move away, but I get you for forever. Toys and items are worn out and replaced. Parents and siblings and kids and aunts and uncles and cousins, we move away. But you won’t be worn out and replaced, you won’t move away from me, til death do us part.”

I was a sobbing wreck at this point. My heart was just bursting with love for James and simply saying ‘I Love You’ didn’t cut it. There was only one way to express my love for James. It’s the deepest, most intimate, most vulnerable way for two souls to express love for each other: I needed to make love to my husband. I reached for his face and kissed him with all the passion and love I could muster, pausing only for him to remove my top.

“I want to melt into you,” I whispered. We maneuvered positions so he was sitting on the bed propped up by some pillows. My face was still flowing with a few tears as I slid on to his rock hard penis. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him as close to me as physically possible. I wanted to merge with him, to be so close that there wasn’t a single inch of our skin not fused together. His arms were around me doing the same thing, holding me tight to him. We rocked together slowly, savoring the passion, the feeling of being fused together so closely and intimately. I don’t know how long we rocked together, but it felt amazing, there’s no words to describe it. The closeness I felt with him at that moment was beyond measure. I kept trying to pull him in tighter and tighter to make sure he knew how much I needed to hear his words.

James’ breathing began to change. One of his strong hands found it’s way to my clit and he began to rub my engorged bud.

“Leah, I’m so close…please cum with me…”

“James…I want to soo bad…” I gasped, “rub harder…Oh James…”

“Leah…you feel so amazing…oh baby I’m…”

“James!!” We exploded together, our juices swirling and mixing together. As we descended the mountain we just laid there and held each other. No words needed to be spoken. James’ head rested against the wall, his eyes closed, and his hands absentmindedly stroked my back and butt. My head was nestled on his shoulder and my hands roamed his chest and lower back. Finally James’ penis returned to it’s “normal” size and slipped out of me. Wordlessly we got up, went to our bathroom and cleaned each other off. James got back in bed, as I turned off the lights. I snuggled up in bed with my wonderful husband and kissed his perfect lips.

“I love you more than life itself, James Andrew.”

He gave me a gentle squeeze, “Yes well, I love you more than apple pie my sweet Leah.”

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9 replies
  1. Mr. and Mrs. Elvis says:

    And this is why you either don’t share an account with your husband or you reread what you write. I had NO idea until now he put those notes in. LOL

    • Mr. and Mrs. Elvis says:

      Totally joking, by the way, sharing an account with him is GREAT fun. I just need to check for notes 😉

  2. hornyGG says:

    What a sweet story Mr. and Mrs. Elvis. I so enjoyed this, made me hungry and horny at the same time! Lol. I love the way you write and always look forward to a new story from you. Thank you both so much for being such a huge inspiration. God bless you both and stay horny my friends.

  3. Emmy Sue says:

    Oh Mr. & Mrs. Elvis, what a beautiful story, thank you so much! Made me tear up one second and then smile the next! I sometimes cry during lovemaking with my husband, I just feel so vulnerable and close to him that I can’t help it sometimes, the tears just start flowing. I used to feel bad that I did that, but I’m realizing that it’s just all my stress melting away and my body and soul overflowing with love for him. I think he realizes that too, he doesn’t get so worried when it happens anymore. Thanks again, I really enjoy your inspiring sweet stories!

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