JoAnne

JoAnne, my wife, looked at me with seductive eyes and said, “Tonight, after our devotions, I want to make love to you all night long.  It’s a three-day weekend, and it’s early Friday night, so I want to get started for a weekend long love feast with you.”

Later that evening, after a romantic dinner, a tempting shower together and after reading the Bible, naked as Adam and Eve, JoAnne took me in her mouth and within moments I erupted in her mouth, Joanne moaning as she sucked down my love cream. It had been a few days, and it seemed that I gushed gallons of semen in her.  The pleasure I felt bordered on near exquisite pain as Joanne continued to pump me with her hand, and sucked the bulbous end of my cock.  I felt such love for my lover wife and her worshipping of me in this manner.  I felt very blessed. Finally, I knelt next to her and whispered: “Thank you, my love, for taking me like that”. Joanne grasped my face tenderly, and soulfully ly kissed me, backed slightly away murmuring “I’m going to wake you up each morning like that my love.  Fuck my mouth and then I want you to fuck me from behind doggy style.  I feel so wanton doing that, knowing I please my husband and at the same time pleasing the command of our God.”  I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you and how I want to have continuously sex to express that!”  When were in bed, I want you in constant orgasm mode and when we are not, I want to lust after me in your mind waiting for the next succulent moment.  She drew out the word SUCCULENT indicating what she wanted to do.

I love it when your cock is filling my garden and when you love me with your tongue.  I just want to spasm and grip you and ride both ends of you, whatever is filling me at the time.

“Cum here honey and give me your love stick!”

Her complete nakedness, nice breasts to suckle and love and her self-masturbating to arouse herself to accept me drove me nuts.

As I spilled my seed into her warm, velvety pussy, and she squeezed her kegel muscles at the same time, I felt like the luckiest man on earth. The sounds of Joanne’s squeals of ecstasy and satisfaction matched my grunting of arousal filling our bedroom with the sounds of married love.

Silently, as my orgasm subsided, I prayed a short prayer to the Creator and lover of our lives for JoAnne.  His sweet earthly gift to me.