First Night

As I rested my body across him, he posed a question. "Will you suck my cock?" he asked, and honestly, I giggled. He said, "Or laugh at me." I told him to give me few minutes. It had been a while since I'd been near his body, and I wanted to explore all of him before we started fucking.

I ran my fingers over his tattoos, tantalizing him. After a bit of touches and kisses, my fingers neared his belly button. Soon after, my mouth followed. I licked at him, wandering my hands, body, mouth, tongue.

Without even realizing where I was, I found my mouth at the base of his cock. HIS cock. The one I've adored forever. My first lap at him was perfection. His reaction was more so. I sucked him in, savoring his taste, his shape, his movements - to get him more comfortable.

On him, I sucked, and sucked, and sucked. He's so big - it's hard to take him in entirely. Yet his cock swelled under my tongue, and although I knew it would be perfection for him to come in my mouth, he pulled me away.

"Kiss me," he said. So I did. The taste of his mouth and his cock at the same time made me move over him.

"Put my cock into you," he said, and I guided him into my cunt. I was already wet, anticipating what I wanted to happen. I was astride him, feeling his cock hit my every depth. "Wait, no..." I exhaled, for he was so big that it almost hurt.

"Please, baby," I said, as I tried to raise myself over him again. His hands grabbed my hips and forced me down, to take him in fully. He hit my cervix and beyond again and again.

"Tell me that you're my slut - my slut wife," he told me. "I am," I panted, as I got closer to orgasm.

"TELL ME," he said. As I came, so hard, I said, "I am your slut wife. Any and every one."