Masud 25.
Heart hammering in my chest, I pace in front of the one-way mirror in my bedroom, waiting for my wife to return home. I knew she couldn’t leave the wedding early, no matter what’s between us, Ruth is her favorite cousin. She’s everyone’s favorite.
Ruth and Zeppo have been a long time coming, and I was overwhelmed with this odd sensation all day. My omri is the only bright spot in my world. Devorah is a wonderful woman, and she has been like a mother to me for decades, but she doesn’t shine quite like Tovah. I am happy with her, something that after so long shouldn’t be such a novel idea. But I’ve always known that we were missing an important part. She has always told me that physical intimacy isn’t necessary in our marriage. She derives great pleasure simply from sharing space with me.
I want more for her. I want more for us. And I’m the only one who can fix it. Watching Ruthie and Zeppo today…there was a dynamic to their relationship that Tovah and I can never achieve unless I face my fears and overcome them.
And it starts tonight. Baby steps.
My breath hitches painfully when she finally enters her bedroom. She doesn’t look directly at the mirror; however, she does keep it in mind as she moves about the room.
Tovah stands facing me as she runs her hands around her long, slender neck. Her fingers follow the line of the olive-green halter dress down the deep vee, and across her fucking amazing cleavage. My wife has spectacular tits and my mouth waters wanting to see them, but I’m enjoying the slow strip show. She toys with the bow at her side, the wrap dress seemingly held together at this one point. I hold my breath, enraptured as she tugs gently pulling it free. I had a difficult time all day playing peek-a-boo with her long, long, toned leg and the high slit up the side. Now I realize, as the dress falls open, that she is wearing high-cut lacy panties and a matching strapless bra.
I nearly swallow my tongue at the sight of her. Nearly flawless skin, high perky full tits, narrow waist, and flared hips. Her bullet wound only adds to her appeal. My wife is strong, brave, loyal, and fierce. And so fucking beautiful it hurts. My fingers twitch at my sides, my cock lurching in my dress pants.
She reaches behind her neck, her tits thrusting out as she arches her back slightly to reach the clasp. And then the fabric pools at her high-heeled feet. Fucking hell. Stepping over her dress, she pushes her high-back chair in the corner until it’s centered in front of the mirror.
Tovah turns her back to me. Moses, Mirriam, and Aaron , she’s wearing a thong. Her ass is glorious, and I have the strongest urge to bite into the fleshy cheeks, leave my mark on her skin. She shimmies out of the thong, turns around and smirks. She knows I’m watching, that I’m captivated, unable to look away from her. Her confidence always makes me rock hard.
I slap my hands on the glass when she straddles the arms of the chair and spreads herself impossibly wide to my view. Her pink pussy glistens, beckoning me. She works her nipples through the lacy fabric before pushing the cups down to expose them. Her right hand skims her body, wets her fingers between the fat lips of her pussy, then back up to tease the tight buds.
I’m fucking drooling as I watch her. She drives herself mad with need, going back and forth between her tits and her cunt. Pinching. Tugging. Pumping. Circling, again and again until she’s writhing, panting, begging me for release.
My feet move without conscious thought. It isn’t until I’m naked and standing inches from her that I realize what I’ve done. Her heavy-lidded eyes widen briefly, her fingers never stopping their sensual torture. I can smell her arousal. Can see with perfect clarity how it shines on the inside of her thighs, her pussy lips dripping with it.
“ Masud. Baby. I want to cum.” Her voice is so low, a rasp to it that I’ve never heard. The raw need in it pulling my balls up tight to my body. “ Cum with me .” I have to obey her, have to give her what she wants, what she needs . Nodding, I step in front of her, bend slightly and grab the top of her chair. Our bodies do not touch, yet I’ve never felt closer to her. She whines in the back of her throat, her fingers pump, pump, pumping faster. Her hips rocking to fuck herself deeper. She pinches her left nipple tight and twists as she tugs.
I grunt as volley after volley of cum erupt from my untouched cock, landing on her pussy and chest. She doesn’t miss a beat, I stare with my mouth hanging open as I catch my breath, sliding her fingers through my release. She sucks on one hand while the other plunges back into her cunt and she screams, her head tilting back, eyes closing. Hard, violent spasms wrack her body.
“Fucking magnificent,” I murmur.
“Masud. Please. I wouldn’t ask…but kiss me, please, kiss me.” To hear her beg is a double-edged sword. I love the sound of it, but I hate that she’s pleading for something I have been unable to give her.
No more.
I swiftly dip down and take her mouth. She is the only woman I have ever kissed. Fuck, I’ve never had sex, never masturbated. Holding her on the dance floor earlier is the most I’ve ever touched another human being. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I let instinct and Tovah guide me. In seconds, she becomes the aggressor, ravaging my mouth, stealing my breath and my sanity with her tongue.
The familiar apprehension and fear creep up, but I fight through it and keep my mouth fused to hers. “Masud,” she says my name against my lips, and it calms me slightly. It’s Tovah and me. My wife. She would never hurt me. Never. We kiss for several moments before I finally pull back. Mostly because I need oxygen.
She sighs with a small, serene smile, her eyes glittering in the low lighting of her bedroom. “I love you, Masud.”
I return her smile, then kiss her forehead and stand up. “I love you.”
Her eyes drop to my cock as it hangs semi-erect. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Min.”
“What did you just call him?”
Tovah leans in closer to my dick but doesn’t touch it. She’s close enough her breath as she speaks ghosts across the sensitive flesh and I’ve never felt anything so good. Except her lips on mine. “Min is the Egyptian god of masculinity and sexual pleasure.”
I stare down at her in awe. “You know…why do you know that?” Gracefully, she slides her legs off the arm of the chair and sits in it properly, crossing one leg over the other. Her neck arches slightly, her eyes meet mine, her lips stretched into a knowing grin.
“You are Egyptian and my favorite subject, Masud. I’m dedicated to my studies.”
“ Thank you .” I stumble back against the mirror. She’s alarmed but stays seated. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would…I would endure my childhood a thousand times if it meant finding you.”
She doesn’t handle emotion well, and I grin at the way she fidgets in her seat, feigning disinterest. “I will always find you, Masud. I’ve been trying to work out a deal for a redo of your childhood. God isn’t returning my calls.”
“So long as my present…my future…involves you, the past is less important every day.”
She stands, slips off her high heels and pulls her bra off. Standing before me completely naked, her body still flushed from her orgasm, she strides to the en suite bathroom. “Didn’t you read the fine print?” She glances at me over her bare shoulder; her entire expression screams mischief. “You’re stuck with me for all eternity.”
“Perhaps if God calls you back, we can see about extending our contract.” My eyes drop to her perfect ass, “Eternity isn’t long enough.”
“No, but Min is!”