Finally Home (Part 1) (L)

It had all started with a simple question.

“Do you want me to fuck you in your sister’s house?” I whispered in her ear as we sat there at the McDonald’s in Susanville. I watched as her freckled cheeks turned a bright red, my dark brown fingers trailing up her arm. She shivered and just smiled as I stopped walking up her arm. Her younger sister Cristina sat at the other side of the table and acted like she didn’t see what she just saw.

“I have no desire to know what he just asked you,” she said eating some fries. I chuckled and looked back at my bride of three-going on four years, my girl of eight. My high school sweetheart.

“Are you going to answer me?”

There was a brief cough as she tried to swallow a bite of her sandwich. “No,” she quickly said. “Not right now.”

“Oh, not right now,” I asked out loud. “But maybe tonight when you’re crawling on your hands and knees towards me,” I whispered. I sat back and just watched her turn red again. She nodded with a small but naughty smile on her face.

We were traveling to visit her family out in Cali. Her older sister Tiffany, her husband Caleb, and their kids. It would be the last time we could go up to see them before Jean had our little boy. We were both hoping for a little time to ourselves, but we knew that it would be a little hard. The two of us would be sleeping in the living room. On an air mattress. And as I just said, she’s pregnant.

Not the most optimal of situations for lovemaking, but I knew we’d make it work. To make the boring part of the story pass by, Sunday when we drove up there was a bust. Both of us were too tired. Monday, she passed out before I even got into bed after promising me another earth shattering blowjob. Tuesday is when I started feeling that separation. We hadn’t made love since Saturday and after expecting to be home that night, we found out the pass had been closed down due to snow, I tried to handle myself when she went to the park with her sister and the kids, but it didn’t pan out.

When she got back to the house, I could tell she was feeling it too. She does this thing where she’ll start rubbing my neck and telling me every five minutes that she loves me when she’s that out of it. My response always is, “No. you’re just horny.” To which she smiles while still rubbing my neck and says, “Doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

I love this woman. She understands my humor and just plays right along. She apologized for not acting on her promise to give me a blowjob. I just kissed her and told her she was tired and that I understood. Later that night when we’re all alone I got her to sit on my lap on the couch and the moment she did the two of us laughed. I had written a post on marriage heat about not being able to handle myself, and I let her read it. In my post, I mentioned possibly going at it on the couch but that theory had just been shattered. But that didn’t stop me from kissing her neck and making my way down to her chest. She already wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her spaghetti strap, and so I whipped those big titties out and started sucking on her nipples. She moaned as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake up the rest of our family.

But the moment didn’t last long when my son decided he needed to kick me in the chest. Jean giggled when I stopped tugging on her nipple. I let it go with a little pop and smiled.

“Hi, son! How are you?” I asked with my lips on her stomach. His answer was to kick me in the mouth, and the wife jiggled her cute self as she laughed. I pulled her down for a kiss, and she kissed me as two young expecting parents do, with all the love in the world.

As she got off me, I took my hand and rubbed her yoga pants up the leg until I was caressing her awaiting slit.

“Take off your clothes,” I whispered. She smiled and did that sexy crossed arms thing I love as she started to take off her shirt. Her titties fell out above her beautiful bulging stomach. My hand trailed up from her bellybutton to her already pulsating nipples, and she sighed as I flicked them around. She took off her yoga pants, and I slid my hand into her slit again and felt her juices drip onto my fingers. Smiling as I quickly played with her clit, I had her lay down on the air mattress.  It made a squeaky noise, and I made another mental note I’d have to be gentle tonight.

I stood over her and took off my clothes, my manhood pulsed in midair as if he was searching for her. Grabbing a pillow, I placed it under her hips to lift up that awaiting wet pussy of hers. Her eyes told me she was waiting, and her lip quivered as she fought the urge to bite it. My penis in hand, I took my head and played with her clit. She moaned and lifted her hips as her legs shook. This time she couldn’t stop it and bit her lip, giving me a pleading look in her eyes. For me, that was all the torture I could stand, and I slid myself in trying my hardest to hold my moan.

My hands down on each side I started moving my hips and felt her wet pussy hold on tight.  I love my wife, and I watched her try her hardest to not make noise, but she still let the occasional moan slip through her pretty lips. The lousy air mattress creaked underneath us with each thrust, and the two of us shared a secret smile with one another amused.

It didn’t take long for her to climax.  She arched her whole body off the mattress and the pillow, her legs shook starting from the toes and going all the way up through her body.  Her mouth was open, and her lips trembled as she held back her need to cry out satisfied, and when it was all over I could feel how wet she had become.

I was already near my peak as well and kept going.  It was slow and purposeful as with each thrust I watched each and every one of her reactions.  Sometimes we would lock eyes as I pulled back out but then they would be closed the moment I was back in.  I moved my hips counter clockwise while pushing in deep, and she grabbed onto my arms digging her nails into them.  I was almost there, and I held it back just a little longer to make sure she was with me and then I let it go.

A grunt came out of my mouth but I stopped it instantly as I realized how loud it was. My beautiful bride launched herself off the air mattress.  Her whole body shook and mine did too.  The pressure to stay quiet had intensified our orgasms and the two of us locked eyes as we jumped off the cliff together and relaxed right there in my sister-in-law’s living room. We weren’t home, but my did fireworks go off. Once we had cleaned up she fell asleep in my arms as I held her from the back caressing her stomach and feeling our son kick every once in a while.

The next few days went by and finally Saturday showed back up.  She stood there as her sister went and got the car seat for our daughter out of her car.

“Were going to be in our own bed tonight,” I said as I held her around the waist.

With her arms wrapped around me she smiled. “I know, I’m excited.”

“I’m going to do so many things to you tonight,” I said. Her eyes glazed over for a moment before I started to kiss her neck. She hissed in my ear and her hand found itself locked in my curly hair.

“Someone is horny,” I whispered with my lips still on her neck. She didn’t have to reply because I didn’t give her the chance when I grabbed her big ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. We headed to the car after that and started on our journey home.

At one point I told her that she was going to be on all fours because we wouldn’t have been able to do that on the air mattress. Especially not the way she likes me to pound her. My hand would sometimes crawl up her leg. When I would watch her glancing at me my hand would ravage her slit from outside her pants. The look on her face as she would try to stop my hand only to let me continue. Her mouth wide open as she stifled her screams for fear of waking up our sleeping daughter.

My little submissive she is, I told her to take out her tits and play with them. There was a pause as she thought about doing it since we were on a one lane highway but she said no. I laughed, teasing her because she had actually considered it.

“They would see,” she said motioning to the cars driving the other way. “But, I can play with your penis,” she said reaching over and stroking the bulge in my pants.

“Be my guest,” I moaned. I had to force my eyes to stay open as she tickled and fondled the man piece that made her the mother I’m proud of. The teasing the whole drive was fun but it wasn’t enough and eventually we got home.

I met her in the kitchen as she made herself something to eat. My hands wrapped around her from behind. I nibbled her ear and my hand slid into her pants, past the panties. Her still growing bush tickled my hand as I covered her slit; the bottom hairs were moist with anticipation. She breathed heavily when my other hand cupped her exposed ass cheek as it slid out of her pants. Her pussy was getting so wet I began to hear her splooshing noise I love so much.

“I want you to fuck me so bad!” she moaned.

“I know,” I said still rubbing her clit hard and fast just how she likes it. The distant sound of the “Hot-Dog” dance came from our room and I laughed. “Unfortunately your daughter is still awake. You have to wait until she goes down for her nap.”

The microware beeped and I took my hand out of her pants and smacked her ass.  “Get your food my love,” I teased and headed upstairs to watch some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with my daughter.

The plan was to go crazy the minute she was out for a nap.  When Jean had finished eating she went to take a shower. I followed her to the bathroom and stripped her pants and panties to the floor and bent her over the sink, playing with that love button of hers again. My other hand preoccupied with one of her exposed breast. We watched how we looked in the mirror. Just a quick recap to keep her warm before she hopped into the shower.

I hopped in after she was done. Both of us now cleaned up and just waiting for our little one to fall asleep. Unfortunately, the wife fell asleep first. She laid there on the bed snoring as Evangeline continued to watch Disney Junior.  Once Evie got tired, I went downstairs to read my Bible and check out some stories on marriage heat to let the wife sleep. I then headed out for a bit.

While I was out I checked my phone to see if I would get the “Where are you,” text but nothing which meant the little one hadn’t woken up just yet. Scrolling through my Facebook I found a quick batman comic strip where Harley was trying to get Joker to pay attention to her as she’s in a nightgown. She says, “C’mon pudding! Don’ts you wanna Rev up your Harley? Vrooom Vrooom!” You know, before he pushes her away. And any of you that know the Joker-Harley relationship know that “pushes” is the nice way of putting it.

I sent it to her in the Couples app and said, “Yes I do wanna rev up my Harley. But she was naughty and feel asleep. I only award my girl when she’s good and listens to Daddy.” When I saw her falling asleep I did tell her to sit up but she didn’t listen. Now we both had to wait until later that night. Eventually I got the “Where are you?” message an hour later and soon I was home in her arms watching some more TV with her and our daughter. I had plans to take her out to dinner and a movie but then my sister asked me if we wanted to go see Project Almanac and we decided why not. She missed us, it had been a week since she’d last seen us. (The movie was fantastic, by the way, in case anyone is thinking about going to see it.)**

Once we got home I turned my back for a second and the next thing I knew she was already naked.  She stood there in the only birthday suit I’ll ever need to see and I walked up and kissed her.  She kissed me back and moaned on my lips, her hands finding their way into my hair as she grabbed hold.  I pushed her down on her back and she slid up the bed, her legs still closed.  I took off my clothes and felt myself bounce out of my pants.  I crawled onto the bed and kissed her belly and went up until I was sucking on her nipple.  She arched herself a little more on the bed, her arms were holding her up.  I heard her moan and hiss as I twisted, sucked and pulled her nipples.  Learning back up I used my hand to open her legs and breathed in as I saw her waiting for me.  Her hair was growing a little bit since she couldn’t really shave anymore.  I told her that I didn’t mind because I liked a little hair, as long as I didn’t have to part hair while also parting her lips so she kept that cleared for me.

“I’ve been waiting all week to taste this sweet pussy of yours,” I whispered as I leaned down.  She caught her breath as I took my first lick.  I flicked her clit and watched as her legs twitched.  I wasn’t really in a teasing mood and she was already soaking wet as it was so I ate her like I had never eaten her before.  I was hungry and I took her clit within my mouth and gently tugged it back.  She moaned and squirmed in the bed as I held her button and used my tongue to continue to flick it.  When I opened my mouth and let her clit drop back with a satisfying pop, her whole body shook and I watched as her clit twitched wanting me to do it again.  And so I did.  And I did it again, and again.  Each time she would lift her hips and soak my face.  My chin was covered in her pussy juice by the time I came up for some air.  Her gorgeous scent following me as I sat there on my knees, my cock wanting a turn.

She laid there breathing heavily wanting me to do more to her and I couldn’t blame her.  I took my hand and grabbed her right knee and tossed it over her body.  She rolled and ended up on her hands and knees just like I wanted and backed herself up so my manhood was right underneath her dripping pussy.

“Yeah?” I laughed.  Normally I have to slide up but she wasn’t wasting anytime. Holding myself I smacked her wet pussy, tickling her clit and watched as her whole body continued to shake like an active volcano. She moved her hips smacking her ass against my hip bones.  That was her way of saying I should stop playing around.

I slid in and both of us moaned out loud, no longer prohibited by being in someone else’s home. I told her earlier, no prisoners tonight. My first slide was soft but then it got fast and hard. I saw her grab her pillow and muffle her screams since she didn’t want to wake up our little munchkin. But even the pillow wasn’t enough to muffle those crazy screams. That and she still needed to breathe and as she pulled the pillow away she let her screams bounce off the walls and I loved each and every one of them.

The first time I slowed down, stopping just after her first climax, she pulled me out. “We need to move over, I need somewhere to sleep tonight.” She scooted closer to the wall. Our bed is a king and if we stayed to one side of the bed as she squirted then we could sleep elsewhere on the bed. I moved over with her but I also smacked her ass. She moaned as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to me.

“No one said you could pull me out,” I whispered in her ear as I slid back in.

“I’m sorry,” She moaned. “I need somewhere to sleep!”

“Don’t do it again. Do you understand me!?” I said grinding in deeper.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Yes what?” I asked her going deeper.

“Hmmm, yes Daddy.”

“That’s what I thought,” I said sitting back up. I started going faster and harder. She had her face bent down in the pillow. Her mouth was only half covered so her screams were barely muffled. She climaxed hard and fast. But I didn’t let up and just kept pounding. Her climax lasted as long as I kept going. Another one came quickly, right when I started pulling her hair. After that one, I slowed down a bit to let her relax.

I pulled her back up onto her hands and leaned forward so I could play with her nipples as I continued from behind. As I pulled I could feel her nipples lactate just a little bit. My lips found their way to her neck and my teeth found her skin. Her hair tickled my face as I gently tugged on her earlobe and that’s when I felt her g-spot bulge within her.

“You going to squirt for me, baby girl?”

“Oooh, yes! Baby I’m gonna squirt, make me squirt, please!” She begged. My hand went around to the front and started to play with her clit. The bulge got larger and larger as I continued to slide in and out of that wet slit until she couldn’t take it anymore. She fell forward sliding me out. My hand was still on her clit us she climaxed into my palm and all over the bed.

“Ooh yeah baby! That’s right, squirt for me!”

“Ooh. Aaah!” When nothing more dripped onto my hands, I grabbed myself covering my hard cock in her sweet juices. I angled myself to get back in and she was soaked. So soft and so warm the two of us let out another loud moan when I put myself back in.

It was sweet, hard and fast. I made her squirt again and again and soon there was a puddle on the giant bed we only bought a few months ago but was covered in her juice stains. After her last squirt she laid there out of breath and I could tell that the sex burnout was taking effect for her. So I stuck myself in for the last time. I heard her moan and saw a smile spread across her face as she felt her lover and her friend enter back inside of her. I started slow wanting it to build up inside of her. My hands on her hips watching her butt bounce with each impact. Faster and faster and I could tell she was ready to squirt again. I felt the pressure build up in me and I leaned down to kiss her back and let my tongue draw a design.

“Ooh! Baby! I’m going to cum!” I moaned.

“Ooh yes, Daddy!” she screamed. “Yes, Daddy, cum!”

“You want me to cum? You want Daddy to cum all over your back?” I asked knowing that she wouldn’t be able to squirt with me still inside of her and she almost always cums with me.

“Oh yes, Daddy! Give it to me!” she cried right as her bulge got as big as it could get.  I slipped out of her and let my love seed cover her; my hand covered in the juices that had happily lubed my now cumming cock.  The first shot hit her back but the rest lazily landed on that big ass of hers.  I watched as she tried her hardest to hold herself up over her squirt stain as she added to it, her hips moving back and forth as every last drop came out of her.  When she was done I wiped the last little bit from my head on her cheek before placing my hand under her again and began playing with her clit.  It didn’t take much or long before I felt her drip all over my hand again; splashing all over her legs as she released herself.

“Just one more for good measure,” I said leaning over her and kissing her back. Before we cleaned up.

It was good to be home again and I could tell as she laid down next to me she was satisfied. God only knows how many times she climaxed; I lost count after five. I am one blessed man to not only have a multi-climaxable (not a word) wife but also a multi-squirting wife.

We laid closer to my side of the bed with the fan blowing to dry her rather large puddle.  She laid on my chest and played with my nipples and stroked my cheek.  She sneaked a kiss on my lips as I twisted her nipple and she shivered again.

“I was really horny,” she said.

“That’s okay, so was I,” I said kissing her again.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I know you do,” I said chuckling.  I kissed her forehead and said, “I love you, too.”

“Good night, my love.”

“Goodnight, lover,” I whispered back as she laid down on my chest.

Believe it or not, the night wasn’t over just yet…

***Just a side note, I wrote this in February when Project Almanac was still out, but doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pick it up on DVD/Blu Ray soon enough J***