Make-up Sex (L)

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Dear MH readers, thanks for all the love for our last story two years ago, written by my husband. After a lot of persuasion by him, I’m finally sharing about our love on MH. This amazing sex happened before the pandemic, but it was the day I realized how much my husband wants me and loves me. That’s why I chose this as my first story on MH.

We had a terrible fight last week, and for the most part, it was my fault. My husband is very caring and loving, and he hates arguments. And somehow, if we get into it, I never stop arguing. I don’t know why I do that, but it escalates our disagreement, and he gets irate and upset at me. It happened again that morning and made the week that followed terrible. We didn’t talk, and we acted like two strangers living under the same roof. I felt like my husband didn’t love me at all. Deep inside, I missed him, but my arrogance made me think he didn’t care about me.

Then Friday evening, everything changed. I finished work early and came home. My husband opened the door, took my bag and put it on the sofa, then went to the kitchen to get me a glass of water. I felt awful for hurting this dear man. He put the empty glass on the table and went to the bedroom. I wanted nothing more than his touch on my body. I missed him; my body missed him. As I thought all this, I saw him coming out of our bedroom and looking at me with passion and anger in his eyes, as if asking me why I made him feel that way. I couldn’t look him in the eye; I felt so guilty.

Then he finally said something. “Come here.”

With tears in my eyes, I walked toward him, and as soon as I reached him, he grabbed me, pinned me to the wall, and put his soft loving lips on mine. I was in heaven. I pulled him even closer to me as I stroked his hair and wrapped my leg around him. Here was my man, taking his woman with passion. Never in our two years of marriage has he acted so dominant, nor I so submissive. I felt as if I would be completely taken and used by my man. He held my neck with one hand (oh, I loved how it felt) and looked with those magical eyes into mine, and then he said, “Go down!”

I had lost myself and had just become my man’s slave. Never had he so explicitly given orders to me. I knelt in front of my husband and looked up at him, waiting for his instructions.

“Open my pants,” he ordered, looking deep into my submissive eyes. He was still in his work clothes, so I quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the waistband, and pulled down his zipper. Then he grabbed me by my hair and pulled down his underwear to push his lovely cock inside my watering mouth.

“Mmmmm,” a sweet moan escaped me. My husband’s warm dick was finally in my mouth—it had been so long since I tasted him. I have always loved giving my man blowjobs. It is my way of showing him my love, and over the years, even he has started to associate blowjobs with love. I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth to see that he had closed his eyes, just enjoying the sensations of my mouth. This is why I adore blowing him: his million-dollar expressions.

He opened his eyes and looked into mine, and for the first time that day, I saw him looking at me with love and devotion. Then, as if he suddenly understood what I needed from him and needed to give him, he grabbed my hair firmly and started pumping into my mouth. His dick gagged me a bit, but I enjoyed being used by my husband; I had turned into a complete slut for him today.

Then he suddenly removed his dick from my mouth and started stroking it. It had been a hard week for him, too, and he deserved a release. But I didn’t want him to masturbate when my pussy was right there for him. I grabbed his hand, but he tried to resist it. Then I got up and kissed him, which relaxed him. I love how my womanly affection calms him down. I led him into our bedroom and sat him on the bed before gently pushing him onto his back. I climbed on top of him and started kissing him. He continued stroking himself as I held his hand.

Suddenly, as if he realized that I had retaken the dominant role, he turned me over and got off the bed. He told me to get into a doggy position at the edge of the bed. My man ordered me, and I was thrilled to obey. He pulled down my jeans and his favorite purple panty that I had on, then positioned himself to mount me.

I was so wet that he easily sank deep inside, and a cry came out of me. I felt so complete, so feminine. I loved that my husband thoroughly enjoyed me. I’d never seen him go wild like that, fucking me with abandon.

With each stroke, he was saying, “Why did you do this to me? I love you. You know that, right? All I ever want is you!”

All I could do is cry with the pleasure of being fucked by him and with sorrow for the pain that I had given him all week.  He spanked me, scratched my back, squeezed my boobs. Everything felt so intense. Getting fucked by my husband felt like a blessing. My wild man even put his thumb on my anus and what a feeling that gave. He had never done anything like that before.

I realized that I loved being his good little slut, being taken and used by him. He deserved my body and my submission, and it felt amazing to give it. I decided at that moment never to argue with him unnecessarily again.

Soon, he came on my ass and marked me. I felt completely satisfied. After the burning passion came the love. He held me close and looked at me with those adoring eyes, and finally, I said the words he needed to hear: “I’m sorry.”

He smiled and kissed my forehead. That night we went for dinner and talked out our issues.

I think that, sometimes, reading too much about feminism makes us forget our essential feminity and the power of it. We try to become a man. I may offend a lot of feminists here, but I love to be submissive to my husband, and I do believe he is my ultimate authority under God. Because I trust him and his love for me, and because he is the most important person to me, he deserves my submission.

Thank you all. We hope you enjoyed it. Please do write in the comment section about your similar experiences. We love to read all of your comments.

 

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7 replies
  1. hornyGG says:

    I absolutely hate fighting with my husband, no matter who is responsible for the fight. However make up sex is awesome and often very intense. I love when it is a little rough and he makes me his little " fuck slut" when I am the cause for our argument. I cum so hard!
    Great story! Very hot! Please write more and thank you so much for sharing. Great job!
    ❤💋❤💋
    GG

    • one day you are mine says:

      Your words are so positive and it feels good while reading it, although I am not in a relationship and not have any idea about fights n argument and makeup sex!

  2. one day you are mine says:

    Great story!
    "But I didn’t want him to masturbate when my pussy was right there for him." I loved this line so much.
    I am glad how you take your time to pleasure your loved one.
    I am also from India!
    I have one request for you, it's great if you write a story about your wedding night too.
    God bless you!

  3. benstories says:

    Good story about husband and wife thinking of each other. Life is full of up's and down's – working a problem out is the best way and a strong marriage!

  4. Flying Hubby says:

    That was terrific, the intensity of the whole interaction was felt from the beginning to the end. Very descriptive, Awesome, glad you two came to terms.

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