Amazing

Before I was married to the man I had always dreamed of, I hoped that the two of us would be willing to cultivate an exciting and passionate sex life, full of both creativity and expressive love. While my husband and I feel no need to engage in bondage, role-playing, sex in public, or anything like that, we have managed to keep our passion alive and well.

Last week while I was cooking supper, my husband snuck up behind me and gently began to caress my tight shoulder blades. I set the cooking utensils down so that I could experience the fullness of the sensation. His large strong hands wandered to my chest and he began to lightly squeeze my firm breasts. He pressed his pelvis against my bottom so that I could feel the growing hardness between his thighs.

His hands wandered again to the bottom of my shirt and his hands crept inside and towards my breasts. He slid his right hand under my bra and began to tease my nipple. I started breathing heavily so he took a step back and helped me remove my shirt and my bra. His soft but strong hands gripped my tender cups again, and he began to rub his palms rapidly against each of my nipples in a circular motion.

I spun around to face him and gave him a deep kiss as I pressed my groin against his pulsating rod. His tongue plunged into my mouth and I sucked it rhythmically. He started to pull his tongue out of my mouth as I sucked the tip of it…just as I would suck the tip of his rock-hard penis in only a few moments.

He embraced me tightly as his hands explored my rear; his arms were long enough to reach between my legs and begin to press upon my ever-wettening crotch. I let out a moan as his fingers pressed upon my vagina. I felt weak with passion but hungry for him.

We removed his shirt and his jeans; his hardness was clearly visible through his boxers. I led him over to the living room, where I sat him down on the loveseat. Pushing his boxers to his knees, I gave his throbbing member a light touch. He squirmed for more and more of me. I gripped his large testicles in both my hands and pressed them gently, touching his penis only lightly. I brought my face close to his rod and breathed my sweet, warm breath on him.

“Please, please…” He moaned. “Don’t tease me. Please lick me liked you sucked my tongue. Please! Please!”

I lowered my mouth onto him and tightened my lips around his penis, sliding up and down his shaft. I stuck out my long tongue and pressed the rim on the bottom side of his head. He shuttered with pleasure.

“You have to stop or I’m going to love cream,” he moaned between pants. “We have to do the real thing. I want to let it flow inside of you!”

He took me by the hand and led me to the laundry room. “I have an idea,” he told me.

He switched on the washing machine and it started its cycle. I didn’t understand what he was doing until he removed my remaining clothing and lifted me onto the top of the warm, vibrating machine.

“Open your legs, my sweetheart,” He told me. Obeying, I spread my legs as far apart as they would go as he knelt on a stool, bringing his mouth to the level of my dripping vagina.

I kept my balance by holding the sides of the machine and throwing my head back as he made love to my vulva with his hot tongue. I vibrated along with the movement of the machine; I moved against his mouth rhythmically as his tongue explored me. This was an intense kind of oral sex I had not had before. The warmth of the machine below me kept the blood flowing to my genitals and the vibrations brought me closer and closer to an ecstasy I had never before known. As I tightened his lips around my pulsing clitoris, my climax reached its peak and I let out a light scream as I let myself feel every sensation.

When my vagina had stopped pulsating, my husband backed away from my vagina and looked me deep in the eyes. “Oh…thank you so much!” I muttered between the panting of my breath. “We’re not done yet!” He exclaimed with a grin.

His strong arms gripped me under my knees and along my back as he lifted me off the washing machine, leaving a pool of my hot wetness there. Up the stairs we went, and into our bedroom. He laid me on the soft, white down duvet.

“Baby, I want you to ride me,” he said. “Will you?”

I nodded. I loved being on top of him and allowing him to lie back and enjoy our lovemaking. He always tried so hard to make me happy; I want to please him.

He lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his hard, deep red member, pointed to the sky. I lay atop him for a moment and smothered his face with passionate kisses. Then I sat back and lowered my groin over his fantastic rod. I was so wet from my excitement that he slid into me effortlessly. We both let out huge sighs together.

Up and down his shaft I slid; his penis was caressing my g-spot, so I was growing and growing in a deeper pleasure than I had experienced moments before. As I rode him, he reached forward and played with my hard nipples and clitoris.

After a couple of moments, I knew that he was about to explode inside of me, so I rode him harder and faster and let my own pleasure flow. Together we shared intense orgasms; his semen poured into my hot, wet vagina and I received it hungrily.

I slid off him and lay beside his panting body. I whispered into his ear, “I love you more than I ever imagined possible. Every day of our lives is a miracle.” I embraced him and we snuggled until we had the strength to stand once again.