My wife and I live out our days in a blissful state of loving one another with an overwhelming ferocity until such a time that all passersby gag from overwhelming joy at the sight of us or we both spontaneously detonate in each other’s arms showering said passersby with glittery, gory chunks of rainbows and unicorn butts. We live to see one another’s happiness and with that comes the understanding that if we ever need something from the each other, we take it….without reservation or inhibition or….um…..another word that mean the same thing (I am not the eloquent one in this relationship….I am trying my best here…).
Anyhoo.
I have had a rough week. I am being slowly crushed under a miserable hydra of a project at work that refused to end and my attempts at relieving stress through my normal sanctum of baked goods resulted in three dozen burnt failures in the kitchen trashcan. My wife brought me comfort every chance she found but she is similarly taxed with her workload and our time together has been sadly limited. This afternoon while she was out I found myself moping on the couch….a little horny from folding laundry because I am entirely unable to not vividly recall every sexual encounter my wife and I have had involving each pair of underthings in the pile…and I realized I needed her…to use her…to fuck her on the floor until I could remind myself that she is the only thing that is important.
She got home in her sundress and glasses, hair in a ponytail and a little tussled and absolutely adorable from the day’s stresses….kicking off her sandals and padding across the wood floor on her tiny bare feet. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak. I was pulling her against me without remembering how I got across the room, pressing my mouth hard to hers as I guided her to the floor. My hands felt the warm smooth skin of her thigh as I hiked up the dress to slip my fingers under the waistband of her panda print panties and peeled them down her legs.
I tugged down the front of her dress as my lips found the full soft flesh of her breast. My free hand cupping the bald mound of her sex, its wet press against my hand drawing a moan and gasp from her form as she writhed under me. She whimpered as my mouth closed around the hard tip of her breast, suckling as I fumbled at my belt, wiggling free of my jeans. I my hand slid from her breast to wrap around her throat and I watched her eyes open wide in hunger as felt the squeeze. The muscles of my arm flexing as I pressed her against the floor.
Her legs parted a fraction for me as I guided the tip of my cock along her drooling slit. My other hand leaving her hips to pull her left leg wider, spreading her open to accept my member. I was dimly aware of my growl as I slid inside her, her body an intoxicating press of warm silk and honey enveloping me as she took my full length without struggle.
“Good girl~” I purred against her as I traced my tongue across the tip of her ear before nibbling it in my affection…rising with an arch of my back as my hips found their rhythm. She cried out in her orgasm, her heels digging against the hard wood as she bucked in time with my thrusts. My teeth sinking into her shoulder, drawing a bruise to complement the ones my hands left on her hips and throat. Her body collapsing in a spasming squeeze as it milked my cock inside her. She grabbed my butt with both hands and pulled me tight against her, her words rising up from her moans as she guided me.
“Cum inside me honey bear….now….I want you to breed me”
And I came. Pulsing waves that filled her tiny form. Inseminating my willing mate as she muffled my cries of her name with a kiss.
We went on like that for hours. She rolled onto her belly and grinned at me, wiggling her bottom as she demanded “cum in my butt next”. Giggling kisses between frantic throes of need and satiated hunger….we collapsed on the floor finally. Panting and sweating and shaking. She licked the sweat from my brow with a purr and more laughter and I valiantly got up to fetch a honeydew popsicle, which we shared. Her holding my face in both hands as she pressed the last melting piece between my lips with her tongue before nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
“Feel better?” she asked in a contented sigh. I nodded and pulled her close against me.
I love my wife.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/695mmf/mf_using_her
We need more Melona! :D