I was getting the meat and cheese out for breakfast when Hans asked me, “Jenne, what gets your pussy wet?”
“Hans, why do you ask such questions?” I retorted. Hans can ask such curious questions about my sexuality.
“Has your pussy ever gotten wet in church?” he asked.
“Yes. Sometimes when we hold hands in church or when you caress my leg, I feel aroused.” I said.
“Are you aroused right now?” He asked.
“Of course, I am!” I playfully snapped.
“Take your fingers and touch your pussy,” he said.
When I was a single imagining my future husband, I liked to masturbate to scenes where my husband directed my sexual actions. I imagined doing all kinds of stuff for my husband if he asked me. Yes, I sometimes let my mind go to bad stuff I saw on erotic films. By the time Has and I got serious about marriage, I imagined myself to be one hot wife for a very perverted husband within the MarriageHeat guidelines. This site gave me clear boundaries for a very horny woman.
I moved my fingers down to my pussy area and pulled up my skirt. I put my finger over my panties and caressed my pussy.
“Leave your panties on,” Hans commanded. “I do want you to bring yourself to the edge, but do not go over the edge.”
There I was standing in our little kitchen masturbating while my husband watched. This was one of the scenarios that made me wet before we were married. In fact, I masturbated to orgasm once when I was single, standing up in the kitchen at our farm in Friesland. I was home alone and enjoyed a wonderful climax.
I noticed that Hans took out his member and was stroking it. This action was getting me so aroused and excited. I get wet anytime I see or imagine my husband touching himself.
“I am coming close!” I said.
“Stop touching yourself, Jenne,” Hans instructed me. I obeyed, yet so hungry for a climax.
“Come here and suck me off, but do not swallow my cum.”
This command brought me to new territory. I never imagined this scene in marriage.
I took his member into my mouth and started to give him head. Wow, this made me even hornier than I already was. He had not taken a shower yet, so he tasted sweaty and a little dirty. I love that taste. There is something so hot having your husband’s hard penis in your mouth.
I grabbed Hans’ ass as he started cumming in my mouth. I took the whole load and did not swallow.
“Take my cum and spit it into your hand. Pull open your panties and spill it into the front of them.”
I obeyed, not questioning where he was going with this. His cum was dripping down to my pussy opening. My panties were soaking with cum.
“Now take your fingers and put my cum in your pussy.” This command me turned on. My fingers willingly obeyed as cum- and saliva-filled fingers shoveled his cum into my cunt. It felt so hot. Hans was enjoying the scene. He took his iPhone out and took pictures of me for his personal pleasure. That also made me steaming hot.
Hans led me to the couch.
“Spread your legs so that I can get pictures of your wet pussy. Take off your panties and suck them as you masturbate.” I obeyed. I put the soaked part of the panties in my mouth. My panties tasted of Hans and my pussy juices. This taste made me even hotter. Hans was taking pictures while I was getting very close to orgasm.
Hans surprised me when I suddenly felt his lips at my pussy opening. I removed my fingers as she started licking and tasting my pussy. I was still sucking on my panties. He was tasting his cum mixed with my pussy juices. This thought drove me crazy.
I was starting to pant and moan, and as I sucked my panties harder, I climaxed. Wow. My legs wrapped tight around Hans’ head as I drove my pussy into his mouth. He was tasting my orgasm for the first time. I had never cum while he was doing oral sex on me before. I was still sucking on my panties as he was tasting my cumming pussy.
My climax calmed and I opened my legs. Hans stood up, his dick hard again. He took his member and started screwing my pussy missionary style, lifting me up off the couch as I continued to suck on my panties. He filled me up again.
Then we enjoyed our breakfast.
After this time together, we returned to our Saturday morning routine. About two hours later, I noticed that Hans was looking at the pictures on the phone. He was getting hard again.
“Hans, What gives you a hard-on?” I asked.
“You do, Jenne,” he answered as he continued to browse through his pictures.
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