As the girls approached their one-month date life had been hectic, and I had hardly slept much. Neither of us had got much sleep but the girls went from strength to strength. Their father, Paul had kept to his word, he’d visited every Sunday afternoon, and as I’d promised, we sat with the girls, then I left him alone with them for an hour and went to sit with Bill in his house.
I now wore my engagement ring, my parents were so happy for me, for us both. It had taken them a little while to get used to the idea of me and Bill, but they eventually realised just how much I cared for him, and they knew that I had been unhappy with Paul, someone they had never really taken to. Dad never really got along with him, he never trusted him from the beginning, yet, he avoided the ‘I told you so’ conversation.
I was breastfeeding the girls, and it was going well. But the girls were coming up to be a month-old, and Bill and I still hadn’t had sex yet. A situation that I vowed to put right.
It was Saturday, and I tried to organise the girl’s feeding so that they would be asleep about the time that I had planned to ‘get it on’ with my lover. Things went well throughout the day, and as nine-o’clock stuck I was settling the girls down in their cots, both had been fed, changed and rocked to sleep, and as I crept back downstairs I had only one thing on my mind.
Bill was in the kitchen, he had poured himself a beer, I slipped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. I pressed into his back and kissed his neck. He turned around and slipped his hands around me and smiled. I reached up and kissed him.
“I love you.”
He smiled, “I love you too honey.”
I ground myself into his crotch, he got the message.
I smiled, “yes, oh! I want you Bill, and I want you now.”
He kissed me and I felt his bulge begin to grow. I slid my hand down between us and pressed my fingers over his crotch. I could feel his hardness growing as I stroked my fingers over it. We were both breathing hard, his tongue was inside my mouth, dancing with my own, as I felt myself move back until my bum hit the table. He looked down at me.
I was already tugging at his pants, he needed no second invitation. He pulled at my dress, lifting it and bunching it around my hips. He took over undoing his pants as I reached down and slid my knickers down my legs and kicked them off. He kissed me again and pushed me back. I felt myself being laid down on the kitchen table, we’d never done anything like this before. He parted my legs, I looked down, his cock was so hard and already dripping pre-cum.
There was no foreplay, this was to be hot, hard sex. He pushed my leg apart and stepped between them, then, I felt his cock head slide along my slit until he found my entrance. Then he looked into my eyes, I stared at him, begging him to fuck me, he slowly pushed forward and slid his hard cock into my pussy.
We both groaned, I was so tight, tighter than normal, I had been torn by the girls delivery and the doctors had stitched me. I remember hearing the nurse joke with the doctor, ‘and one extra for hubby.’ My it felt tight, and I knew that he thought so too.
“Oh, fuck Lucy you’re so tight!”
He groaned as he pushed inside and began to slowly move in and out of me.
I gripped his arms as he fucked me, my legs wrapped around his hips and he stood between my legs and fucked me on the kitchen table. He began to increase his pace, as I lay there, I couldn’t move much, but I didn’t care. I was being fucked hard by my fiancée and I loved every second of it. As he got quicker, the table began to move, inching along the floor as he pounded my pussy hard. It had been about six-weeks since we’d last had sex, but it felt like a lifetime and I felt my orgasm rising quickly. He slammed into me as I moaned beneath him. My eyes were glued to him, I loved this man more than I could tell him, yet all I wanted now was for him to fuck me as I’d never been fucked before.
Suddenly I cried out. My fingers dug into his arms as my body succumbed to my orgasm. I tensed, my finger dug hard into his arms, my legs gripped him tight as my whole body shook and I came hard on his cock. As I came, I could feel his cock swell, he was about to come with me, and he did. He groaned and threw his head back and thrust so hard that the table shifted along the floor and he fell on top of me and I felt his cock jerk inside of me as his cum spurted out and into my pussy. He lay on me and his cock twitched inside of me and pulse after pulse of cum emptied into my pussy.
We lay there, both of us panting and breathing hard, in silence. Either of us could talk. We had both given into out carnal desires, it was lustful, it was hot, and it was great. He kissed me and stood up. He pulled me up, and I sat on the edge of the table.
Was all I could say, he agreed. I stood up and hugged him.
“I love you, Bill. That was great, but now, I want you to take me to bed and make love to me.”
I took his hand and he led me upstairs.
In our bedroom, he slowly undressed me. He was gentle, as he removed my dress, he kissed me and caressed my body as he pulled the dress up and over my head. I felt self-conscious as I stood before him, I still carried a lot of my baby weight, but he genuinely didn’t seem to care. He had always told me that I looked beautiful when I was carrying the girls. He unhooked my bra and let my large milk-filled breasts fall, he took each one in turn and kissed it, and gently licked and sucked on the nipple, extracting a little milk as he did. He loved to suckle on my nipples and had developed a taste for ‘mommy’s milk’. He quickly stripped, and I gazed on his hard, thick cock. Then he gently lay me down on the bed and slide beside me and kissed me. I melted, I was completely at his mercy. I’d waited so long for this. I sighed as he knelt and kissed my belly, and there was plenty to kiss, but I loved how he paid close attention to my whole body. He worked his way down my body until he knelt between my legs. I smiled at him, I knew what I was about to experience, and I couldn’t wait. I closed my eyes and he lay down and gently pressed his lips against my wet pussy and began to lick and caress my clit with his tongue and his lips.
I ran my fingers through his hair as he worked my pussy. I was in heaven, it all came back to me, he was so gentle, so sensitive to my needs, and my body. I loved how much he loved to lick me, to ensure that I had the best orgasm possible. His tongue and lips worked my pussy and he slipped a finger into my pussy and slid it gently to and fro, his cum lubricating it as he worked me towards another orgasm.
I lasted longer than I thought I would, but when it came it was immense. My whole body tensed up and went into spasm. My legs and arms shook, my fingers clenched into firsts, clawing at his hair as my legs began to twitch and shake as I was consumed by an enormous orgasm that ripped through me and caused me to cry out and pull at his head. At that moment there were only two people in the world that I cared about, me and him and I screamed out his name as I climaxed hard.
As my orgasm slowly subsided, I began to relax, slowly I released his head from my thighs and I heard him breathing hard, as he regained his composure. I felt all warm and fuzzy as I lay there looking down at him. My screaming and crying had woken one of the girls, and without a moment’s hesitation, he got up and walked over to her cot.
I watched as he reached in and stroked her face. I smiled as he slid his little finger between her lips and I knew that she’d be suckling on it, something that I’d seen him do countless times, and it worked and soon I heard the soothing sound of her steady breathing as she once again fell asleep.
He walked towards me, his erection fading. As he lay down beside me, I sat up and slid my fingers around his cock. I stroked it a few times then leaned over and took it into my mouth. He moaned and stroked my hair as I began to slide my mouth up and down the shaft and slowly bring him back to full hardness. But I had no intention of bringing him off in my mouth, oh no, I wanted him to come inside me. So, when he was fully hard, I lifted my head and smiled and lay on my back.
He slid across and lay between my legs. He kissed me and I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He smiled as I guided him towards my waiting pussy, and after a few near-misses, I finally found my hole and pressed the head into it. I moaned as he pushed forward, and his fat cock stretched me once again. I wrapped my arms around him and slid my feet over his legs as he began to move inside me. I felt him slide his cock in and out of me as he began to make love to me. He was so gentle, he moved slowly, with long and slow strokes. His cock almost pulling out, before slowly plunging into me, almost pressing on my cervix. I moaned softly, it felt so good. I couldn’t be happier, it had taken a few years, but my two girls were in the corner of the room and had the love of my life making beautiful passionate love to me.
It was beautiful, and it lasted a long time. He was slow, un-rushed, yet so erotic and arousing that my whole body tingled at his every movement. I could feel his cock sliding across every square millimetre of my pussy wall. He was being so gentle with me, we had never made love like this before and I began to wonder if it was possible for him to orgasm like this.
I soon got my answer. I felt him quicken slightly, I felt his cock swell up and then with a long, deep groan he pushed forward and deep then hugged me tight as his cock erupted inside me. It was so erotic, his cock jerked inside me and I felt his cum fill me as he lay on me and we kissed. I was so happy that I almost cried, it was all I could do to stop myself.
Afterwards, I lay with my head on his chest, his arms around me. I could feel his heart beating, I stroked my fingers across his chest. And as I looked into the corner of the room and listened to the sounds of our two daughters sleeping soundly, I sighed, life, just couldn’t get any better.