Mother Nature, Thank You (L)

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

 

Three kids under one.

Yes, it’s our beautiful life. Our oldest was adopted as a newborn after struggling with infertility. And then—surprise!—seven weeks later, I was pregnant with twins after an intense night of making love. We wouldn’t have it any other way.

But finding time to make love can be hectic and difficult. When one baby cries, the other one does too. When one needs a diaper changed, the other babies decide it’s time to let it go too.

I never did quite understand how parents struggled to make love until we became parents.

Between breastfeeding all three of our kids, nap time, tummy time, bathing, outings, playing, waking up in the middle of the night, my husband and I just couldn’t find time for us.

I was tired and he was too. I’m not going to lie and say we put ourselves first because we didn’t. Our babies came first. We were so excited to be parents that we forgot about us and our marriage. Something we’ve never thought we’d ignore was each other.

The Bible clearly states:

Colossians 3:18-21
18. Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord.
19. Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them.
20. Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord.
21. Fathers, do not embitter your children, or they will become discouraged.

There are three important relationships here: with Christ, our spouse, and our children. And there’s an order of priority: God first, then spouse, then kids and family.

It’s important for spouses to set forth a strong foundation in order to run a healthy home.

My husband and I were pouring from empty cups. This was the very life we wanted, but we didn’t put each other first after putting God first. Our kids came first every day, for every second of the day. We were exhausted, and pretty soon, we started a phase where didn’t make love for a long time. Days turned into weeks upon weeks. Soon, a month went by. We couldn’t remember the last time we’d touched each other.

If you asked us when we’d last had intercourse, we couldn’t tell you. We’d attend church and outings with our children then come home straight to parenting again. Bath time, nap time, feeding time, play time. We never had mommy and daddy time. On the rare times we got a quiet moment together, we would be too exhausted, or we’d be trying to stick to our kids schedules, or we’d get interrupted.

So we gave up. We found ourselves often making excuses for why it had been so long since we made love.

We got offered help from close family and friends, but the thought of anyone but me and my husband taking care of our kids sounded off-putting. I felt guilty at the idea of my kids in another person’s care.

We prayed for this life, and God gave us this. I wanted to enjoy all of it . . . but at what costs?

It wasn’t until attending church service one morning that my husband expressed to me on the drive home that we were both neglecting our needs. Not only physically, but emotionally and spiritually. Our lives needed balance, and we needed to be husband and wife, not just mommy and daddy. We were starting to become distant as spouses.

So the next week, we did what I didn’t set out to do. We called my in-laws—my kids’ grandparents—to watch all three of our children at our home.

My husband had something special planned for the weekend. As my husband grabbed our bags for our getaway, I couldn’t help but cry that we were leaving our babies for a few days. I hated leaving them. I wrote down everything for my in-laws to follow, and I knew my kids were in good hands, but I felt guilty. I felt like an awful mother, but the Lord gently reminded me I was a wife first, not only a mother.

“A mother shouldn’t leave her kids,” I said through tears to my husband.

However, he reassured me that they’d be ok, that we needed to be spouses, and not just parents, and that it was ok to take a break.

As we checked into the resort, we both agreed that we would make no calls home, and would take no calls ourselves unless it was an emergency. We checked in with my in-laws and children just once upon our arrival, and then disconnected. It was so hard to stick to this at first, but I am so glad we created this rule. My in-laws knew where we were, and we knew everything would be ok. We had to take time for ourselves.

My husband had booked a beautiful, quiet resort overlooking the mountains. Our room was beautiful and quiet. We could hear the sounds of nightfall as we ate dinner. After dinner, we had dessert in our room and talked for hours. Just as if we were first married.

However, when the talk came to us, that’s when I realized how disconnected we were. I couldn’t remember the last time my husband and I were alone together and had a conversation without interruptions.

My husband and I chatted for hours. It felt so good to just chat. It felt good to eat our cake and drink our wine. Pretty soon, my fears went away. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was kissing that led to us being naked on the sofa. Where did our clothes go? I don’t know!

Our windows were wide open, overlooking nature.

I said a prayer in my head, thanking the Lord for this man, my husband, before taking him in my mouth. His hardness melted in my mouth as I gently sucked him away.

“Shit . . .” he moaned.

I took him deeper as my husband rolled his eyes back.

“I love you,” he moaned.

I went slow and steady, teasing him until he was close, and he couldn’t take it.

“Oh . . . No, I am going to come. I can’t come yet,” he moaned.

So just like that, he gently pulled me up. His lips touched mine as he motioned me back, kissing my thighs. Before I knew it, he was eating me out.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned. “Right there!”

If someone was watching us through the open window, I couldn’t care less. I felt it. O sweet Lord, I felt it! I couldn’t hold on. My breath quickened as I pulled on the sofa hard.

Then . . . Boom!

“Arggggh. Shit! Shit!” I moaned.

My body released, and tears rolled down my face. I was hooked hard. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this.

“I know you came,” my husband smiled. “Good girl!”

My husband was ready to give me another one, but I wanted his dick inside me. So what did we do? Overlooking nature, we went outside on the patio and fucked. It was a beautiful moment. Just us, out in nature, fucking. Nobody could see or hear us. If they did, I am sorry. If the animals could hear and see us, they’d know how much we were in love.

My husband pounded me from behind as I rubbed my pussy to pleasure. I could hear his balls slapping against me, the sound of our bodies as one, being pressed together. Soon enough, yet again, I released.

“Fuck—fuck!” I moaned as I rubbed myself through my high.

“Wow! Good girl!” My husband said as he held me.

We were there for a few moments before my husband pulled out of me. I got down on my knees and sucked him off right there. His moans echoed into nature. I saw his head fall back, and that’s when I got into a perfect pace to bring him to his knees with pleasure. But before I could do that, he managed to power through and pull himself away from me. He picked me up to bring me to the bed, where he kissed all over my body and teased me.

I was soaking wet, begging him to fuck me and enter me. But he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He not only asked me to be blindfolded, but had cute handcuffs that were easy to open, and a lot of fun toys. I was so horny that I instantly agreed to all of it.

So here I was, handcuffed to the headboard, blindfolded, and extra super wet while my husband made love to me. He had a bag filled with toys that had me screaming and crying out in pleasure. I was a mess. It didn’t help that he teased me to the point I wanted to rip off the headboard and fuck him as hard as I could until we were both in tears.

“Please—Please!” I moaned as he teased my clit relentlessly with one of the many toys. This one vibrated.

“Mmm. You like this?” my husband asked me.

“Yes!” I moaned.

“How much do you like it?” he asked.

“I like it!” I moaned.

He built up my high, then increased the vibration speed and intensity along with my intensifying moans and breathing. That sent me over the edge.

“Shit!” I cried. “ShitshitshitSHIT! I’m coming!!!” I moaned.

“Good girl!” my husband said and kissed me on my lips. “You like that shit?” he asked.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned. “I wanna feel your dick inside me!”

“Babe, you’re so fucking wet!” he said.

He put two fingers inside of me before finger fucking me and putting the toy back on my clit.

“Ohhh my God, Baby! Ohmygodohmygod—yessss!” I moaned.

“Are you gonna release yourself on my fingers?” he said.

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Do it!” my husband said. “Come on my fingers! Come on them! Come on them!”

His encouragement—mixed with the incredible stimulation of his fingers and the toy—immediately sent me over. My body shook as I moaned so loudly that even nature could hear us!

“Good girl!” my husband said. “Now, I’m going to do what you wanted me to do, but even better.

I couldn’t make out what he was saying because my release was still pumping through my body. After a few moments, my breath was taken away. I don’t know if it was the same toy or a different one, but I felt one on my clit and another on my nipples. The pleasure was so intense that I came again!

After a few minutes, my husband did the same thing again, giving me another high! Then another one!! Then another one!!! My moans and screams echoed everywhere, and tears filled my face.

Then, after a few minutes of break time, I felt my husband’s member separate my wet, enlarged walls slowly. But what made it more fun and pleasant was the fact that I had a toy on my nipples, a toy on my clit, and my husband inside me. With the right mixture of pace and motions, my husband hit the right spots all at the same time. I’d never felt all these sensations all at once before.

“Fuck! Shit! You fucking bitch!” I screamed.

My high was high. My husband pounded my sweet pussy as pleasure surged through my clit and nipples too. And the best part of it all was that I couldn’t see him, only feel him, as I was still handcuffed and blindfolded.

“Go harder, you bitch! Harder!” I screamed.

My husband picked up the pace, and it felt like fireworks. We both moaned and screamed without a care in the world. His member deep-fucking me while the toys also fucked me under his control was so hot.

“You like this shit?” my husband asked again.

“Yes . . .” I moaned.

“Come on my dick. Come for me. Come for me. Come on my dick!” he insisted.

That was it. I was already there but then—”YOU FUCKING BITCH!” I screamed as ecstasy tore the vulgar words from my mouth. “You bitch. Shit. Shit. Fuck you!”

I saw stars for a moment. My body shook. I fought and squirmed. An ocean of deep, huge waves drowned me, and my eyes rolled back. Tears of joy and pleasure rolled down my face. It was a pure miracle. The world stopped just for me, and I enjoyed the gifts given to me. I lost control of my breathing for a minute and loved every second of it.

“Good girl,” my husband said. “I know you came on me!” He stopped for a moment before putting down the toy that had been on my clit.

“I want you to come inside of me,” I said. “And fuck me hard!”

My husband kissed me, then removed the toy from my nipples.

“Oh, fuck you?” he asked. “I can’t do that yet.”

“Why?” I moaned.

“Because I want to hear you beg me!” he said.

“Please, baby . . . Please!” I begged. “Fuck your pussy!”

“Oh, my pussy?” he asked.

“Yes, this is your pussy,” I said.

“You’re so wet,” he moaned. “I like this pussy!”

“This is your pussy.” I moaned. “Please come inside it. I want you to leak out of me.”

“Like this?” my husband asked—and he thrust into me once. Only once. Deep. Hard. Then he pulled out.

“Yes!” I cried out, “Just like that!”

“Or like this?” my husband asked, doing another deep pound.

“Yes,” I moaned.

Before I knew it, my husband was slowly pounding me, then deeply pounding me. For some reason, the bed was moving too from his thrusts. Still blindfolded and handcuffed, I could feel my breasts bouncing with his thrusts, and it was so hot to feel them dancing with him.

“Come in me!” I moaned. “Come inside your pussy!”

My husband deep pounded into me. I felt his body and sweat on me as he took one more pound inside me before—

“Arggggh! Shit!! Arggggh!!!!” my husband moaned. And I felt his fluid fill me up inside.

“Yes baby!” I moaned. “Fill your pussy!”

As my husband finished, I could feel the sweat on his body. I thought maybe he was done . . . but he wasn’t.

He pulled out of me and gently stuck something cold inside me. “I’m gonna make you soaked again,” he said. He very gently played with the toy inside me until he found my spot. At that point, I was done. It started with small tingling sensations until it grew. He moved the toy up and down and back and forth. My screams were being heard by the Lord himself.

I was still close after he had pounded me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I almost ripped my hands out of the handcuffs. It felt too good.

Then my sweet husband put another toy on my clit.

“Thank you, God!” I screamed. “Thank you!” Having a toy inside my pussy and on my clit at the same time made me weak. I was in a different world.

“Oh, that feels good?” my husband asked.

“YES!” I screamed. “Yes!” Tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried. “It feels so good,” I moaned. “I love you so much.”

“Let’s see how much time you can coming,” My husband said. “Hold on!”

“I can’t hold on!” I moaned.

“Mmmm. You have to hold on,” he said. “Beat the record!”

“Ooh!” I moaned. “It feels so good!”

Just then it happened.

“Oh fuck. Oh. Shit. Fuck you. Fuck you!” I screamed.

My high hit me like a truck. I stopped breathing as it ripped through me. My body pulsed as I squirmed around with tears down my face. My body was in a pool of sweat as I leaked all over the place.

I thought my husband was done, but I was wrong. He gave me a break before working his magic three more times.

Somewhere in there, we both heard a knock on the door because I was screaming in pleasure. We gave the person a nice tip to ignore the sounds of pleasure that were happening in the room. Then my husband went back to business. We couldn’t care less who heard us.

I lost count of what happened because my sweet husband just loved on me. Then I loved on him more until we both tapped out. Sweat and each other’s sexual essence poured from each of our bodies.

The next day, I felt fresh. I felt amazing. I felt “sore” from our night, but I didn’t want it to end.

I sucked my husband off and fucked him again and again. I had missed this—I had missed him. I missed being spouses. I didn’t want this to end.

When we got back home, we promised each other: marriage first.

So that night, after our kids went to bed, that’s exactly what we did. Gone are the times we as spouses went without connection.

Husband and wife deserve each other, too. Being parents doesn’t mean we should lose ourselves as spouses. Our kids will understand what a healthy marriage looks like. A healthy marriage means Mommy and Daddy need time together. Mommy and Daddy love each other. Mommy and Daddy come first sometimes, while Grandma and Grandpa get to enjoy their grandkids too.

 

A big shout-out to our amazing hotel for making this amazing rekindling possible!