God is Good! ~ Ignite Free Sample
It starts like any other weekday. Jill gets up before I do to have quiet time before some stretches and a basic workout. An hour later, my alarm goes off, and I stumble to our bedroom door. When I open the door, she knows its time. I shuffle to the bathroom and turn on both sides of our double shower (one of the benefits of designing and building our own home).
I’m slow to wake up. Don’t get me wrong. As soon as the alarm sounds, I get out of bed. It just takes a while before I can do anything more than the basic morning routine. So I stand, naked, bent over with my elbows on the vanity in our master bath, trying to sort out what is real and what is leftover from my crazy dreams.
Jill walks in, free of her clothing, and generously uses her beautiful long nails to scratch my perpetually itchy back. I know when her hands move to my butt that she’s done scratching. I raise myself, turn around, and admire her beautiful form. Starting at her hips, my hands trace up the sides of her body and pause at the sides of her perfect breasts. Some mornings I linger longer here than I probably should. I pull her in, pressing our skin together and whisper in her ear, “You are so beautiful.”
This is our morning routine. Each morning I get a nice back scratch, a naked hug, and the opportunity to touch and admire her beauty. It’s a good life. For some reason, this morning, the suds are more seductive, clinging to her curves. The rivulets of water wrap her nipples in warm wetness. I’m captivated. How did I win the heart of this beauty? God is good!
We exit the shower in turn and dry off. Jill begins her morning beauty treatments by applying lotion—everywhere. I watch and enjoy. When I can no longer justify hanging out in the bathroom, I head to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. We are empty nesters now, so there’s no need to dress before going to the kitchen. While my cup receives the hot black morning fuel, my mind is still in the shower watching the water and soap interact with her curves. Again, I wonder what I did to earn this wonderful woman’s presence in my life. God is good!
When I return with my cup, Jill is standing beside the bed, her incredible body still fully available to my greedy eyes. Feeling my heavy gaze, she looks at me and says, “Do you need some attention this morning?”
What am I to say? Of course, I need her attention! Every morning I watch her body move through our daily routine. I admire each curve and how it interacts with the next one. I imagine how each curve feels in my hand and remember how warm, soft, and perfect she feels inside.
Jill knows the answer, knew it before she asked. She grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, wraps her arms around it, and bends over, resting her upper body on our tall shaker-style poster bed. The invitation couldn’t be any more clear.
By the time I walk around the end of the bed and position myself behind her, my body is ready for her. I don’t know if she thinks about making love, or what it is that makes her wet this early in the morning. I savor the heat of her as I slide all the way in with a single stroke. Her gasp lets me know she appreciates my entry. I slowly begin the rhythm in and out while admiring some of my favorite curves. She has such a tempting derriere.
She stretches one arm out and grabs a handful of bedsheets as she sighs and growls. “Oh, I love the head of your cock!” Jill says as my pronounced ridge repeatedly strokes over her G-spot. It isn’t long before I feel my orgasm begin to build. I look down at the top of my shaft and see that a pool of her morning cream has collected there. That’s it. I can’t handle any more—it’s either stop or fill her with my own cream. Suddenly, I pull out. I want to wait.
“Where’d you go?” she whimpers, “You feel so good inside.”
“I want to wait.” I announce, “Can we continue this tonight?”
She pouts, “I guess. Can you focus on work like that?”
She’s right. It’s going to be a long day. We finish our morning routine, and I’m off to work. She has started coming out the front door and standing on the porch to blow me a kiss each morning as I leave. I love this woman. How did I get so lucky? God is good!
The day drags by. My thoughts are with her curves, and I can still smell her scent on me. I’m pretty much worthless all day long. When the time comes, I rush back home.
I had given her some homework. She was to read two stories from MH: “Oil Fire” and “One of Those Nights.” I knew she had been obedient to my request when I walked into the bedroom and smelled the Ylang Ylang coming from the diffuser. I stowed my bag and wrapped her in an embrace. She welcomed me with a wet kiss and a grope.
“How was your day?” she asked with a bit of a tease in her voice.
“Long… and hard.” I replied, hoping she got the double entendre.
Her grip on my bulge let me know that she caught my meaning. “Good,” she said, “I was hoping you were having a distracted day.” Her tongue swiped between my lips, tempting my tongue to respond in kind. It did. As my tongue passed between her lips, she sucked it into her mouth and mimicked a blowjob, letting me know what was in my future. Breaking the kiss, she said, “How about a motorcycle ride?”
We love riding together. I had a bike when we met. Against her mother’s wishes, Jill rode with me often. She’s a natural on the back of a motorcycle. She trusts my driving and flows through the deep curves as if she’s an extension of my own body. She also tends to dress the part. Tonight, it was perfect-fitting black stretch pants, a thin top, no bra, and those boots. Ah, yes, she can make boots incredibly sexy.
A few miles from our home is a road that Car and Driver magazine once featured as one of America’s top 10 drivers’ roads. There are no shoulders. The curves are sharp, bountiful, and nicely banked, and the scenery is exquisite. The hardtop splits a national forest and wraps around a beautiful lake before snaking through stunning foothills. I spent my college days commuting over this road on my bike. I know it like I know Jill’s body. Each curve has a memory. I know the danger zones. The highs and lows are thrilling. The valleys are smooth and exciting. It is only fitting to ride this road with her wrapped around me from behind.
We follow the road to the next town and grab a quick bite for dinner. Reversing course, we follow the same road home. Jill seems to know just where I want to be touched when we’re riding. She presses her firm breasts into my back each time I use the brakes. Her inner thighs press against my hips and squeeze with each thrilling curve. I can’t wait to get this beauty home and ride her curves.
After parking the bike and stashing the helmets, we head in to continue our evening together. Within minutes we are back in our double shower with the suds, water, and skin. Jill offers to wash my back, which inevitably turns into her washing my front. She presses her wet breasts into my soapy back while reaching around to lather my shaft. I tell her she’s got about 15 seconds to cut that out. When she realizes that she’s close to blowing our evening plans with an early orgasm, she releases me and retreats to her side of the shower with an evil grin. “Thank you,” I say, almost inaudibly.
She exits the shower and dries off while I rinse and attempt to regain my composure. Stepping out of the shower cock-first, I take the opportunity to run my hands over her freshly dried curves. I love her hips. I caress her hips and ass as I admire her perfect breasts in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes close, and she tilts her head back to rest on my shoulder.
I whisper in her ear, “I love you, and not just for your hot body,” my statement punctuated by a quick nibble of her earlobe. She leans fully into me, giving my hands better access to travel around and up to cup her breasts. I love feeling the weight of them in the palms of my hands. I resist the urge to roll her nipples between my fingers and instead trace my fingertips back down her body as I slowly pull away.
While she finishes with her post-shower lotioning, I refresh the diffuser and head to the kitchen for a small glass bowl. I add a teaspoon or so of grapeseed oil and several drops of frankincense. By the time I have the mixture right, she has reclined in the bed looking like the subject of a renaissance painting. I meet her on the bed and use my fingers to begin applying the oil mixture to her inner and outer lips. Her sighs and soft moans let me know the recipe is correct. Her lips start to swell and moisten, the longer I caress. She takes the remainder of the mixture and rubs it into my hardened shaft.
After a few near-orgasms for me, I position myself between her thighs and continue where I had left off that morning. She grabs her Magic Wand vibrator and goes to work on her clit while I massage her G-spot with my swollen head. StillNewlyWeds was right. She was cumming in no time! I love being inside when she cums. There is no way to describe what her inner walls do; it can only be known by experiencing it.
She comes down from her climax, and I withdraw from her heat again to lay down beside her. She lazily strokes me using her own moisture as lubrication. Soon she rises to her knees, taking the full length of me in her mouth.
I love seeing myself disappear into her mouth. I love feeling her take my head deep in her throat. It is especially fun for me when she takes me in her mouth while her wetness is still on me. There is something about knowing that she is tasting our combined juices that really charges me up.
I hold off as long as I think I can. When I let her know that I’m about to explode, Jill stops. Her smile tells me she has something else in mind.
Crawling up my body, Jill positions herself over me and guides my shaft back where she wants it. I figure the game is up; she has me trapped underneath her this time. There’s no way I can prolong it anymore. She’s going to ride me to my orgasm, whether I want her to or not.
Her nipples race each other up and back through my thick chest hair as she milks my shaft with her hot wet lips. Unable to resist, I take both breasts in my hands with a firm squeeze, and Jill responds vocally, using a sound that doesn’t seem to come from her voice but instead from someplace deeper. Each time she rocks her hips, she grinds our pelvic bones together, trapping her clit between us.
Just when I think she’s going to milk my orgasm out, at last, she stops again. She raises up off of me and slides herself back down the bed, leaving a wet trail down my thigh, to take me back into her mouth.
“That’s it,” I think, “she’s going to get a mouthful now!”
No sooner have I thought it than Jill stops. She slowly withdraws her beautiful lips, sucking hard on my head and pulling it out until it exits with a pop.
“I want you to cum inside me,” she says as she rolls over on the bed and raises her legs. “I want to feel your explosion deep inside.”
I know the gig is up. I had withdrawn early that morning, leaving Jill empty. Now she will have her satisfaction.
With my hands buried in the soft bedding on either side of her shoulders, I enter her one more time. She is so warm and inviting. A few strokes later, she reaches up and rolls my nipples between her thumb and fingers. That’s all it takes. With a loud yell, I complete the day deep inside her, where she wants it—all I have from the entire day I gladly give to her.
Laying beside her a few minutes later, I thanked her, and I thanked God for giving her to me. God is Good!
WOW! WOW! WOW! What a fantastic story. So well written, so sensual, so captivating. I have so much I’d like to say. Where do I begin? First, I am deeply honored and humbled to be mentioned in your story and that our experiences have been of some help to you.
I once added a master bath to a house we lived in and did the double shower head. It is awesome. I did it again in a later house with a hand held sprayer and some extra parts to be able to mount it on the other end of the shower. Not as pretty but same effect. I still have all those parts, I think you have motivated me to put them up in our current house. We regularly shower together in our morning routine also.
When you wrote that your wife asked “How about a motorcycle ride?” in the split second before I read on, I thought it was a euphemism for a sex act or position. I laughed to myself when I continued reading and realized it was a literal question.
The passion of your morning and the build up through the day waiting for completion at night is how many of our days go. Your descriptions made me think of the days I long to be back together with my wife at the end to complete what we started—like today, in fact.
When you described your wife gripping the sheets—wow. I love seeing my wife do that. In fact, before I even began reading, I was thinking about how much the picture MH chose turned me on.
I could go on talking about more of my favorite parts, but I’ll just end with thank you so much for writing. I too thank God for your loving, hot marriage.
All the time God is good!
I'm so glad the story meant something to you. I'm also glad to return the favor. Your story about Oil Fire is now a part of us.
As far as the double shower, do it! We love showering together. It's part of what keeps our marriage hot.
Thanks for reading! I have another one scheduled to post overnight tonight. Not sure how I got two in a row, but I'm not complaining. Let me know what you think!
[From MH: Not our typical practice, but we might have been running low on stories at that time. We generally try ro spread out posts by the same author a few days apart.]
Nice Story. God is good. Yes.
Thank you.
KeystoneJack… What a beautiful and incredibly sexy story. I could feel your love and passion for your beautiful wife! StillLikeNewlyweds is right, your story is very well written. Please keep 'em coming… so to speak.
What category do I search for the "Oil Fire" story? We have some essential oils and that recipe sounds very interesting. Plus I wanna read that story!
Oil Fire is located here: https://marriageheat.com/2020/06/07/oil-fire/
Based on its format—offering advice in the context of a story—it was given the categories "Advice Offered" and "Kindle a Flame," so it shows up on both the discussion page and the stories page.
You can always search by title in the search bar as well. If auto-suggest doesn't find it, go ahead and hit enter. You'll see it on the results page.
Thanks! It was fun to write, but more fun to do! Yes. I love that woman more than life itself.
StillLikeNewlyweds. I found the Oil Fire story. We use essential oils some but never for anything sexual. I guess we’ll look into it. I noticed that you mentioned my recommendation for halite (rock salt) lamps. They are awesome. We have 3 we turn on when we make love. But we also bought a diffuser from Young Living that has a firelight setting. It has settings for different colors but we like the firelight setting. I don’t know if YL still carries these but we love ours. We also often put a YouTube video of a fireplace on (on the bedroom tv) when we are going to have a sex session. With the TV, the halite lamps, and the diffuser flickering by our bedside it is an awesome setting. I love how my beautiful naked wife looks in this “firelight!”
My wife has asthma so we have to be careful because she’s developed a sensitivity to some essential oils when they are diffused. I have learned to use just a tiny bit of oil in distilled water in the diffuser.
We use a YouTube beach scene a lot of the time. It helps my wife's mind leave the house & enter more of a fantasy environment.
Great story! What is the right mixture of grape seed oil and frankincense? Sounds like we have to try it…
We also use Young Living’s Sacred Frankincense, it is a bit more potent than the regular kind. We mix it in a 15ml bottle. We use about 25 drops in the bottle and the rest a half and half mixture of coconut and grape seed oils. It can take some time to find the right blend for each person. Too strong and it can be too intense or even irritating to sensitive areas. Too weak and you don’t get the desired effect. It also depends on how much you desire to apply. With us we just use five or six drops of this mixture on a couple of my fingers and then apply it to her, but if you wanted to use it more as a lube you could dilute it more and then apply more of the mixture.
Thanks! Glad you liked it. I used about 2 Tbsp of grapeseed oil and about 4 drops of Frankincense. That was not exact by any means. StillLikeNewlyWeds may be able to give you better details. As a matter of fact, I would love to have an essential oils erotic recipe list posted here.
How about here?
https://marriageheat.com/essential-oils-erotic-recipe-list/
MH, Love it!
[From MH: Well, it's not allowing comments, so this needs some work. But it's on the list.]
WOW! This is now one of my favorite MH stories! THANK YOU!
Also, are you on Songs of the Believers? It's another awesome Christ-centered sex-positive site for discussion and conversation!
Thank you. Glad it spoke to you. I went through the questionnaire for Songs of the Believers and never got a response. I guess I'll have to try again.
Very hot, sexy story. Agree on your observation about hips….I love my wife's hips. So sexy.
Those skinny girls got nuthin' on my hot wife's hips!
God is Good! Love the story very much.
Thank you. We enjoy writing them…not as much as experiencing them in the first place!
So much fun in this story…
from the start of the day to the end of the day.. it's like feeling every moment with you…
so finally your day end where you start it…
in that intense moment, how do you stop yourself from having orgams or just delaying it?