Epilogue Zach #2
I move the hand still cupping her arse slightly closer to the sensitive pads of skin between her legs, brushing just far enough away from it that I know it’ll drive her fucking crazy.
‘Good,’ I tell her. ‘That means you’re getting ready to take my cock.’
She whimpers in a decidedly un-virginal way, and I snigger to myself. My wife is a real piece of work. I’m going to have some fun with this.
I reach between her legs from behind and press a finger lightly to the little ring of clenched muscle there. Given how wide her legs are, it’s nice and accessible.
‘As your husband, this belongs to me,’ I tell her, pulling away from her tits so I can look up at her. ‘Got it?’
She shivers. ‘Yes.’
‘Good.’ I move my hand around to the front and slide a finger one knuckle inside her pussy.
She is so wet that Jesus Christ is it going to be hard for either of us to hold off.
‘This belongs to your husband, too.’ I circle her entrance oh-so-lightly with just my fingertip, and her eyelids flutter closed.
I can’t imagine how much agony this must be for her.
‘And this’—I press a fingertip firmly to her clit and hold it there—‘belongs to me, too, now.’
Her gasp is so pained that my non-fucked up side wants to give my beautiful wife all the orgasms. I want to pound inside her right this second and give us both blessed relief.
But I don’t.
Instead, I release her clit and press the same fingertip to that plump lower lip I love so much. ‘All your holes belong to me. Say it.’
‘All my holes belong to you,’ she repeats, and I grin.
‘What a good little wife. This is going to be good for you, too. I’ll show you. Play with your nipples for me while I play with your pussy.’
I spread my legs wider. She’s balanced on my thighs now, but far enough back that she’s not touching my dick.
Yet.
I watch in satisfaction as she tosses her hair back over her shoulders and begins to rub her nipples hard with flat palms.
My wife is fucking delicious.
I reach between those spread legs of hers and use two fingers to smear her arousal through her folds and over her clit.
The sight of her face contorting in pleasurable disbelief as I rub her exactly where I know she needs to be touched is the best fucking sight in the world.
I slip two fingers inside her and work her hard, marvelling at the insane slickness of her pussy.
At the way her pregnant body has engorged her clit with blood more than I would have thought possible.
My dick cannot wait to be inside that slippery, velvety nirvana.
‘I’d like to see what my bride looks like when she makes herself come on my fingers,’ I command.
She lets her jaw fall open as she grinds madly down against my hand, thrusting and rubbing so she’s getting as much friction inside her and against her clit as she needs.
I watch where our flesh meets before dragging my gaze up, over her hands working feverishly on her nipples, plucking and pulling at them now, to her beautiful face, transformed in her efforts to chase her orgasm.
‘So fucking hot,’ I grind out. ‘What a clever little virgin I’ve found. I hope you’re this responsive when I fuck you.’
My filthy words send her over the edge. She lets go of her nipples and grabs onto my shoulders once again as she bucks, crying out a string of barely intelligible obscenities, her head hanging forward, hair everywhere.
Undoing Maddy is the single greatest privilege in my life. I will never, ever tire of watching her come apart.
When she’s recovered, she raises her head, locking eyes with me. We hold the gaze, full of love and desire and disbelief that we’ve got this lucky, for a long moment before I whisper, ‘Take out your husband’s cock.’
She’s scrambling off the chair and onto her knees between my legs, tugging feverishly at my swim shorts. I raise my arse slightly so she can pull them down, and then we’re both naked.
‘Oh my God,’ she says as she wraps a hand around my rock hard shaft.
‘It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
It feels like satin.’ She skims her palm up and down its length, and I let my eyes close in bliss for a moment.
Only Mads would know, and introduce me to, a concept such as cock worship, but she does, and she has, and if my beautiful wife wants to worship my cock from time to time, then I’m not a strong enough man to decline her wishes.
She runs a fingertip over the pre-cum beading at its tip, and I draw in a sharp breath. ‘It’s so hard,’ she says reverently, ‘and fat. God, I can’t even imagine having this inside me. It’s going to stretch me so much I don’t think I’ll ever recover, but I want you to claim me with it so, so badly.’
She leans forward and takes my crown in her mouth, those plump, plump lips sucking dutifully as she swirls the moisture around with her tongue.
‘Oh my God,’ she mutters around my cock.
‘It tastes amazing. So male. And it feels so huge. I’m clenching down there again just thinking about it ramming up inside my—‘
Okay.
I need her on my dick right now.
Jesus fuck, my wife has the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever, ever encountered, even when she’s trying and failing spectacularly to act virginal, and I cannot last another second without impaling her squarely on my fucking cock.
I hook my hands under her arms and tug her up into my lap. Her knees land either side of my hips. Without waiting, I grab my dick and line it up so she can sink right down onto me.
She does. In one smooth movement that has my entire length sheathed in wet, wondrous heat. I stare at her in awe as we adjust to the tightness of the fit.
And then she starts to move. She lifts her arms, pulling her hair back off her face so her beautiful body is stretched out right in front of me, her perfect tits heaving as she raises and lowers herself up and down my cock.
I can’t not touch her everywhere. I can’t lose any opportunity to have my hands on my wife’s perfect body. To soothe myself by coursing my palms over her breasts, down the dips of her waist, and around to cup her arse as she works my dick.
And I can’t not kiss her. I tilt my face up, and she drops hers to meet me, abandoning her hair to wrap her arms around my neck as she leans in to kiss me, her sweet little tongue entangling with mine.
‘I love my wife so much,’ I mutter, and when she pulls away and smiles seductively I know she’s trying to stay in character. I shake my head. ‘Mads,’ I say, my heart swelling for this woman who lets me inside her beautiful body and has given me and the girls her whole future.
As my climax builds, so does the emotion.
I put one hand on Mads’ hip to help guide her up and down on top of me, around me, but the other one goes to cup her face.
I’m blinking back tears. Heat is spreading from my balls to my dick, and I thrust up into her as best I can as she rides me like a champ.
A beautiful, selfless, intoxicating champ.
‘I love you so much, sweetheart,’ I manage between drives.
Her beautiful, huge eyes are wet with emotion as she clenches around me. ‘I love you too,’ she gasps, her hands raking desperately through my hair as she reaches her own stunning release.
And as I come violently inside her, convulsing through the sheer power of my orgasm as it rips through my body, I have a single thought.
Dear God above.
I love fucking my wife.
THE END
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