Nineteen Minutes

“I set the kitchen timer for 20 minutes; so we need to hurry. Are you sure you are up to the challenge?  Oh, well from the looks at that thing down there; it looks like you are. Oh, my. How old are you again, K?”

The kids had friends over and were playing one of their loud video games in the living room; we snuck to the back of our ranch home to our bedroom. It was around midnight and they probably would be none the wiser. To be on the safe side, for noise cover, we turned on the bathroom fan to mask the passionate sounds of our lovemaking.

Locking our bedroom door in the dark and walking to our bed; there he was, my beloved, on his back. His feet were facing towards me. In the softly lit room, I admired my man. Sure, he drives me crazy sometimes; but I could never live without him. Nor his cute little boyish smile. Nor his strong hands. Nor that amazing penis he has been gifted with.

Quickly stepping out of my shorts and USC jersey, I walked over to the bed and took in the sight of my husband. He had the mischievous twinkle in those sweet brown eyes of his and a raging hard on. K’s legs were slightly parted as he slowly stroked his cock. I love watching that man handle his penis.

“Ok, my turn,” I teased; seductively crawling towards him across the width of our king sized bed on all fours. Gently and slowly, I ran my lips and tongue up his knees, to his thighs and to his freshly shaved scrotum and luscious hairless balls. K slowly opened his legs as I began taking him into my mouth.

Gently licking and nibbling under his sack; my tongue lingered in the smooth area just above his tight little asshole as I rimmed him slowly and deliberately. Freshly showered, he tasted wonderful. He squirmed in pleasure as I enjoyed his warmth and smooth skin. Working my way back up, I slowly opened my mouth and struggled to take in both of his manly balls. Gently, I worked them around the inside of my mouth like a pair of giant marbles and savored them. Again, he squirmed with delight as my finger gently massaged his perineum before working their way upwards.

Slowly slurping K’s balls as saliva drooled from the corner of my mouth, my fingers caressed his neatly trimmed pubes. I love running my fingers and the palm of my hand through his pubic hair and caressing it while pleasuring him. My fingertips traced a path to his engorged penis and slowly teased the soft tip under his head. Slowly, I ran three of my fingers up and down his entire shaft, feeling its pulse; before firmly taking hold of my wonderful man.

Sensuous gurgling sounds escaped from my mouth as I began pumping him with his big balls still in my mouth. His eyes were closed as he softly moaned and made those growling sounds I adore. I kept my eyes on him the entire time. He finally opened his eyes as we stared each other down as I pleasured him. I won. He says there is nothing on this earth as powerful as the determined look in my eyes while I fellate him. I am humbled yet greatly appreciative of this power I have over my beloved husband.

Craving the sensation of enjoying K’s tube steak down my throat, I delicately released his balls, took a deep breath, and not so delicately, began deep throating, my man. I was immediately rewarded with the exotic taste of K’s precious pre-cum. Knowing we had little time, like a piston, I began deeply bobbing his member, up and down, up and down all the way.

Several times I gagged and gurgled fighting for air; a primal sound we both enjoy. The passionate sounds of his wonderful penis choking me as it lodges down my throat, interfering with my air flow, is a game I usually lose. But neither of us complain.

Lingering for several moments with his dick deeply embedded down my throat and my nose pressed against his man bush—I came up for air. More long strands of saliva dripped from my lips and onto my breasts as I fought to catch my breath. Panting and very sweaty now, saying nothing, we continued speaking to each other only with our eyes. I repeated the process. Again, and again, and again. Down and up, down and up. Gagging. Gurgling. Slurping. One of his pubes somehow got caught in my eyelashes causing my right eye to tear up.

Fighting off the sensations of being light headed and desperately needing air in my lungs, I let him loudly plop out of my mouth as I shifted positions and literally collapsed backward toward the edge of the bed and onto my back. My head hung down backward over the edge along with my arms thrown all the way back towards the bedroom floor. We often fuck like this as I enjoy the sensation of being lightheaded.

Yet tonight was different. I was really feeling out of it and for some reason unable to communicate the sensation. I was now helpless on my back, wide open and literally at the mercy of my husband who would momentarily split me.

And K didn’t disappoint.

K entered me and did his thing while I lay there helpless beneath his masculine weight and pounding. He had me pinned down to the bed which is a tremendous experience of which I crave. Only, problem was, the blood was rushing to my head with my head and most of my torso prone backward as I had difficulty breathing. The lightheadedness returned. Big time. Yet he continued his thrashing in and out, balls deep into the hidden sanctuary deep between my legs. My hips couldn’t meet him now, I was too weak and nearly out of it, yet very aware of the fact that we were mating. And mating very passionately like a couple of animals in heat.

Mercifully, he began growling and moaning again, and I knew what was sure to follow.

“Hmmmmmmm, Hmmmmmmmm, Hmmmmmmm, oh Kay; I love you girl. I am about to explode. Where do you want it? Want me to shoot inside? Or across your tits? Hmmmmmmm. Onto your ass? Aim into your mouth?”

K didn’t wait for my answer. Not that there was one as I laid helplessly prone in that position over the edge of the bed. I felt tingling in my arms, the sensation they were going. Which certainly was not the case for my pussy.

Incredibly, as I was about to lose it and perhaps black out–K (who is way taller than me)

with both arms reached down and in one powerfully quick motion; pulled me up at once by both shoulders as he shifted his hips into the sitting position. He was still inside of me.

K pulled me in close, facing him, in a near bear hug then releasing, I remember the sensation of my tits pancaking against his hairy chest as he reached under my knees with his biceps and forcibly bent them upwards into the sitting position. As my head started to drop back, he began working my exposed throat and pulsating jugular throat with little nips and bites.

I sensed pleasurable pain as K worked his way down my throat, branding me as his woman. Slowly, I didn’t have to fight for air anymore. My senses were gradually returning. He powerfully clasped both of my little hands into his strong hands squeezing them with love and compassion. My arms came back to life and I wrapped them around his powerful shoulders holding on for dear life.

Overcome by emotion, I wept. Tears streaming down my face I balled “Oh K, my dear K, I love you so very much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for loving me and being my God given husband. I so don’t deserve you!” That’s all I could say through my tears.

In our entire marriage, I don’t know if we were ever closer than at this delicate moment.

There we were, naked, facing each other. Face to face, practically nose to nose. Our legs wrapped around one another, K’s penis still buried deep inside my pussy. Man and woman, husband and wife. Male and female. We were one spirit, one body, just as God intended and as Christ taught. One flesh. It seemed time stopped at this very moment.

Deeply gazing into each other’s eyes, still somewhat lightheaded yet coming out of it and regaining my inner being; K gently stroked my right cheek then kissed the tears from my face. I melted.

His face gently contorted, he clinched his teeth yet his body didn’t move. We were locked in place, molded into each other as one, holding tightly onto each other.

Tears formed in his eyes as he said, “You are my life, Kay. I love you. Never leave me, please, never leave me. You are the mother of our children and a beloved child of the Most High God. You rock my world.”

And with that, still not moving, from down within I felt the familiar and welcome twitch of his penis as he shot his precious seed deep within me. His face gently grimaced as he shot his load, still without breaking eye contact. He looked so innocent at the precise moment, so vulnerable, so manly. Oh, how I cherish this man. I didn’t want this intimate moment to end.

As he finished his orgasm, his fingers still gently strumming my face and without warning; K suddenly pulled out. Again he shifted his hips, still powerfully holding onto me, he maneuvered us off the bed, lifted me into his arms and carried me into our bathroom. Effortlessly, K took me to our shower; opened the sliding glass door and lowered me back down to my feet. He turned on the shower and waited until the water became nice and hot.

Facing each other, naked, we embraced for one last deep lingering kiss as the windows began to steam up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take the kids home,” he said as he turned towards the bedroom. I glanced at the bathroom clock on the wall.

It was nineteen minutes…

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17 replies
  1. FTD says:

    Wow, this is a beautiful and HOT story. It's a true honor to our great God and Savior Jesus Christ. Praise Him forever! What a joy and pleasure being part of the redeemed. Hot married monogamy brings our Creator great joy!

  2. Crua Ar says:

    Totally enjoyed (and turned on by) every paragraph, step by step. K has much to be thankful for, as does ladygarden, in this episode. Well played. Great post. Thanks.

  3. Harper Shelby Thornton says:

    This was so beautiful! Especially how you so rightly praised our wonderful God! I teared up a bit myself while reading this. 19 minuets? My husband and I usually made love longer than that, unless it was brief passion like in my next story. Praise God indeed for the gift of salvation, sex, and all other things! How've you been, btw? You both are precious in the eyes of our God Jesus, my dears <3 He loves you, and so do I, my dear <3 He loves us all.

  4. Anonymous says:

    How do I rate this post? I clicked on the stars but a message popped up saying "you can't rate this."

  5. John says:

    Great story of powerful intimacy. Too bad the internet porn photo shows something else. An awesome 19 minutes though

  6. Lovinghusband says:

    Okay you two K's,

    As I read this – and did some sexual forensic work – I had you timed out at 18 minutes and 40 seconds😀

    Seriously! Reading this was an adventure in itself. Once again, you took your readers to a wonderful place. Thank you for the ride! I'm lightheaded from just reading it!😊

    I'm already looking forward to "19 Minutes: The Sequal". Then, "19 Minutes, Part 3". Then, "19 Minutes: The Prequal". Then, your short stories: "14 Minutes", "9 Minutes", and lastly…"69 Seconds: The Quick Cum".

    You two are too fun! God is good! LH

  7. ladygarden says:

    You are very sweet and loving Harper Shelby Thornton, thank you. Yes, our God is an awesome God to create us, live among us, die for us, and one day return for us. And of course, the wonderful gift of marital sex. We are excited for your upcoming story, can't wait to read it. Thank you for being the beautiful person that you are. You are a special member of this community.


  8. ladygarden says:

    Oh LH, you are so very gifted with pen (among other hand held devices I imagine…). Never knew you were such the time keeper, lol. Wasn't that and old saying for flirting or something–"he is making time on that girl." Regardless, thank you for yet another laugh.

    Its hard to juggle responses to this story and to the Aw Snap club; I need to get back to everyone especially the lovely Ms. Gracie. I think Ken is behind too. However, I thank you for your patience, you don't seem to mind, being behind…
    BTW isn't that your favorite 1990s Aerosmith song–"Kiss Your Ass Goodbye?"

    You are so sweet to say you love my given name–Kate. Thank you. Feel free to call me Kate if you wish, then only you and my sister will be the people who address me as Kate. Unless Gracie decides to-also do so.

    Speaking of my sister, she says hello and hopes she didn't offend anyone by asking her question. Its just that she is so humble, she was surprised anyone cared to ask abut her. She thanks you and is offering a small MH "comfort compromise." For now she is willing to be available for questions via me as her interloper, lol. Oh, the things we do for family, right!?!?!?

    I'm sure Ken will touch base soon, and so will I. We are really enjoying the Aw Snap club running commentary and stories, especially a closer peek into the intimate lives and preferences of your wife, Gracie, Ken and you and I. You have probably read most of our stories, what would you like to know about me along the lines of what you have been asked about your dear honey? Your baseball analogy about her was pretty funny. I have a potential remedy for that is she is interested.

    Taa Taas for now LH

  9. ladygarden says:

    Thank you Crua Ar, John & FTD: Those are nice sentiments. Glad this turned you on and we agree, my husband and I are very thankful and appreciative for one another and for the amazing gift of marital sex. God created sex after all, didn't He! Yep, He sure did. Perhaps that is a taste, a preview of how wonderful heaven will be. Not that there will be sex in heaven; rather, the love and intimacy we experience making love to our mates may be a hint of the bliss we will enjoy for eternity with our Creator.

    Bless you and thank you!

  10. FTD says:

    Lady Garden, you couldn't have said it better. I'm so looking forward to eternal deep intimacy in heaven with our Bridegroom of eternity!

  11. FTD says:

    PS I didn't think of the picture associated with this as pornographic. Didn't even cross my mind, but if it offends a brother or sister, perhaps it should be removed. I thought it was a nice erotic representation of your story.

  12. Harper Shelby Thornton says:

    Aww thank you, sweetie! God bless you. And that picture is not pornographic, it never was. Personally I think it's erotic and beautiful.

  13. copen1 says:

    I have been looking forward to your next story ladygarden, and you did not disappoint! Your stories are filled with intimate passion and erotic lust. Nicely done…

  14. Anonymous says:

    the pic is fine…..if you dont like, dont look…..thats what is wrong these days. too easily offended….do not remove due to one person…….

  15. John says:

    Anonymous… not a matter of offense. Don't like don't look policy isn't the way to do anything. Does that apply to all the ills of the world? This site is supposed to be different. Putting a visual of an unknown woman with the story puts it in the category of porn because someone other than the readers spouse is put into everyones mind.

  16. Harper Shelby Thornton says:

    Oh please! "Does that apply to all the ills of the world? " is such a ridiculous argument – were not talking about the other ills of the world, we're talking about this. There is nothing wrong with this beautiful image. It's very beautiful and tasteful, and if you don't like it, too bad.

  17. Trieste2 says:

    I must admit that we often do it inside of 20 minutes. If we are out walking and find a quiet spot I just take one shoe off so that I can get my shorts off. We have found by trial and error that there are no shortcuts here. I throw my jacket on the ground, get spread wide, and feel the sun on my labia. Thats more than enough to get my guy sliding his jeans down and he has a ton of length for the job. We have done it standing up but usually a missionary quicky with one eye on anyone coming is all we have time for. Once we thought a haystack would be fun but I am glad I was smart enough to get on top. He had an itchy bare bum afterwards, but was it was worth it.

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