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My husband and I attended a beautiful church service led by his father, my in-law. It was a beautiful day, sunny with no clouds, only clear skies. I felt touched by the Lord and His words. After the service was over, my husband and I helped out with the church picnic we were having. It’s wonderful seeing people come together, led by the Lord. What I didn’t expect that particular day was God calling me to my husband.

My husband volunteered to help with the cooking while I assisted with entertainment and gathering materials. Of course, we were busy, but we crossed paths now and then. When we finally got time to eat, we gently, almost unknowingly teased each other. He winked at me across the table. When he got up, he whispered to me, “Wait until we get home. I’m ready to enter you, and I know you’re wet. Just you wait; I’m already hard for you.”

I swear my heart dropped to the inside of my thighs and throbbed between them. It felt like the world stopped; I felt God calling me to my husband. Sadly, I couldn’t focus on anything else after that. We continued flirting throughout the rest of the picnic, and I could feel the sexual tension build. My husband continued to make me want him more and more. He would slip by me and whisper things in my ear that made me grow a wet spot.

“You’re so sexy,” my husband whispered, then he smirked at me. “I bet your nipples are hard already.” I could hardly bear the frustration of being teased, but I had to deal with it. Patience is a virtue, after all.

Once people started leaving and we started cleaning up, it was fair game. As we said goodbye to the church members and his parents, I could feel the anticipation. We would be alone going home, and I knew what we would be doing. I could barely wait for it. It felt even hotter, knowing we were flirting and talking dirty, but nobody around us knew it—or what we would do after.

Finally, our amazing Sunday ended, but what came next amazed me too. Once we were in the car driving home, I let go of my restraint, and I guess my husband did too.

“The picnic was awesome,” my husband commented.

“Yes, it was,” I said. “I loved it. It’s amazing how God can bring people together.”

My husband smiled. “Yes, I love how God brings us together. Especially us, as husband and wife. I can’t wait to come together.”

“Well, you started this,” I said.

“Started what?”

I gave him a mock-glare.


“You know. We both know,” I said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He acted wounded as if I were accusing him of some wrongdoing.

“Oh, you know,” I said. “God knows, too.”

“Nope. No idea.” The rakish grin on his face belied his innocence.

“I was ready. I am ready.”

“Ready for what?” He wanted me to say it.

But I only answered, “You know.” Then I added, “I’m happy the picnic is done. Now we can have our own.”

“Our own?”

“Yep,” I said, “I’ve been waiting for this picnic all day.” I lifted my hand and placed it on my husband’s crotch. “This is the picnic I want,” I told him.

“Really?” He looked astounded, maybe that I would be so bold.

I nodded.

“Great because I’m happy there’s another picnic,” he said. “I’m still hungry.” He reached over to put one hand on my breast. “Is this picnic-ready?” my husband asked.

“It’s been ready all day,” I said.

“Is that so?” my husband said. When I nodded, he lowered his hand from my breast to my thigh. “Well then, I bet this dish is ready for me too,” My husband said.

“It is,” I affirmed, “and I know yours is ready for me, as well.”

“I can’t wait to eat yours,” my husband said as he rubbed my thigh. “I bet you’re wet already.” I only smiled, so he said, “I can’t wait to get home and enjoy our picnic,” My husband said.

The ride home felt unusually long. The longer my husband drove, the harder he got. I pulled his zipper down and rubbed his penis through his shorts, and he slid took one hand inside my top to fondle my breast. A wet spot started to collect on my undies when his hand moved to my thighs and tried to play with my pussy through my skirt.

When we got home, the sexual tension was already high. It only took seconds to park the car and get through the door before our clothes were off. We didn’t make it upstairs—I even didn’t get a chance to take my sandals off! I pulled him to the sofa, my whole body hungry and aching for him. Our picnic was starting, and I felt my heart race.

My husband sat naked on the couch as I knelt before him, his hard erection standing proud and ready for me. I kissed his shaft before shifting my lips to the head and taking all of him in. I heard his slight moans, felt his hand on my head as his eyes roll back. I sucked him off until he guided me up and switched positions with me. While I sat on the sofa, he went down on me.

I couldn’t help myself; I let out a loud moan as his tongue worked its magic. I felt his hot breath down there and his finger inside my sweet, wet hole. I melted, immediately weak all over. It felt so good that no words could escape my mouth., like I’d been transported to a different world. At some point, I did muster up the strength to say, “Pound me.” I wanted to feel his hard cock inside me.

“I’mma make you eat this picnic,” my husband said as he got up. I grinned as he added, “I want you to make it hard again.”

My husband guided me upstairs to our bedroom. Once there, he took my sandals off and kissed my feet, my legs, my thighs. He guided me to the bed and laid me back while kissing me. My nipples grew harder as his mouth moved down my chest, and my pussy got wetter and wetter as he kissed my thigh again. When I felt his hard erection on my leg, my heart beat even faster.

“I need you inside me,” I said.

My husband grinned. “You think so?” I nodded. “I don’t think you’re quite ready,” he said.

“I am, I’m so ready,” I pled desperately.

“How ready are you?” he asked.

“I want you to pound me hard,” I said. “I want you.”

“We had a good picnic today,” my husband said. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded slowly, not quite catching his drift.

“Now you want this picnic,” my husband said as he got between my legs.

“Yes!” I grinned. “I want your picnic.”

“How much do you want it?”

“A lot,” I said. “I want you to fill me up.”

“Really?” he asked. “Like….”

Before he finished his sentence, I felt my husband’s erection at my entrance. He gently guided just the head in, then took it out.

“Noooooo,” I whined.

“You want this dick,” my husband said. I nodded again, pleading with my eyes, but he asked again, “How badly do you want this?”

“SO badly,” I said.

“I don’t think you do because you’re not begging for it,” My husband said. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it badly,” I said. “I want you to fuck me with your dick. Please, baby. I love you. I love your dick.”

“Tell me again: How much do you want this dick?”

“I want it now,” I said. “Please. Please, baby, put it in me and fuck me hard.”

Before I could prepare, my husband took his erection and made one hard thrust into me. I gasped in delight. Then he pulled out and did another hard thrust. I lost my breath.

“Fuck!” I said.

He did another hard thrust that took me away. My vaginal muscles itched to be filled again and again. He thrust hard once more, and I squealed; I just couldn’t take the waiting in between.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. I love you so much.”

Finally, finally, my husband began to thrust in and out of me. Nothing compares to that feeling; there’s not a better one in the world. My vaginal walls tightened around him, sucking him back in and crying when he went out again.

“Go harder,” I moaned.

“How hard?” he asked.

“I want you to pound me hard, baby, and don’t stop. I mean that.”

My husband smiled. “Harder?” he asked, then at my nod, “Like this?” and he took my legs into the air and started to pound me.

I couldn’t speak, but my body did all the talking. My husband pounded hard into and out of me, our bodies in a sweat. The bed rocked at his hard, rapid thrusts. I couldn’t help moaning, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I panted heavily as he landed each stroke, my breasts bouncing up and down in time to his staccato rhythm. I held onto my husband for dear life, my vaginal hole happy at last because it had his hard cock sliding in and out.

“Oh, my God, baby! That feels so good,” I moaned. “Yes.” I thought our bed would collapse because it was rocking so hard. I heard the slap of our bodies as he pounded into me and my breath caught. “Your cock is so good,” I moaned.

You feel so good,” my husband said, continuing his thrusting.

I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets; I don’t know why. I needed something to hold onto to because it felt so good.

“Fuck,” I moaned again as my husband thrust hard and fast. I forgot where we were; the only thing that mattered was us. “Oh, my God. Oooooo,” I moaned loudly. “Feels so good.”

My husband started to grunt with each thrust. I knew what was coming next. “Yes, baby, cum inside me. I want to feel your cum deep inside me, baby. Cum in me. Just cum.”

“Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh. Fuck,” my husband grunted and moaned, holding onto me as he thrust deep one more time. “Fuck,” he repeated as sweat poured from his face. As he leaned over to kiss me, I felt his come dripping out of me already.

“Did you like this picnic too?”  my husband asked.

“Yes. I. Did.” I sighed. “This is the best kind of picnic.” I got up to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. That’s when I noticed I’d pulled the fitted sheets right off the corners of the bed. A good picnic, indeed.

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6 replies
    • Honeymooners says:

      We're currently trying to get me there. Work in progress but we can't wait to share it with MH. I love how our stories make others wet because reading this does make me wet too. MH makes me wet and hot all the time. Thanks for reading.

  1. redcaramel says:

    Hot story. Personally, I don't think I would have made it home. There must have been a nice quite secluded spot somewhere. I enjoy having sex, on a blanket, in the great outdoors.

    • Honeymooners says:

      It just makes it 1000x hotter and wetter when we have to wait. Indeed the wait is so hard. I wouldn't be able to handle a secluded spot because I would rip my and my husband's clothes off lol. Outdoor sex is something we want to try more. It's so hot and fun.

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