by Penny Wylder
“You have the cutest little asshole,” he says to me with a smile and a wink.
I giggle, feeling my cheeks flush. “I’m glad you think so because it’s all yours now.”
He raises his eyebrows. “All mine? Are you sure you want to give me that kind of permission?”
I reach over and grab the lube off the bedside table. We’ve already gone through an entire bottle since being on our honeymoon. We’ve been fucking like rabbits, unable to keep our hands off of each other. It’s a good thing I brought extra.
He takes the bottle and lubes up his entire hand. I gasp when his finger slips into my asshole and another into my pussy.
He pulls out, leaving me feeling a bit empty. “Why did you stop?” I ask.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I get on my hands and knees and wait for either my next instructions or for him to start fucking me.
“Hold out your hand,” he says.
When I hold out my hand he slathers my fingers with lube. “Finger your asshole for me,” he says.
I open my eyes wide. I’ve never touched my own asshole before and it seems kind of awkward. Turns out it’s not too awkward. I’m small and so it’s easy to reach. I touch my asshole. It feels strange and tight compared to fingering my pussy, but when I manage to get both fingers in, it feels so good that I’m not sure why I never tried it before.
“In and out, baby. Work it for me,” he growls as he watches.
I roll my hips and give him the show he’s looking for. Then suddenly, his cock is plunging into my pussy. With his violent thrusts, it’s hard to keep my fingers inside. Each push forward into me, I can feel my fingers being pushed out, but I manage to keep them inside. It’s hard to keep my balance. Eventually, I pull my fingers out and he puts his own back in and stars burst in front of my eyes.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out as I’m gripped by a sudden, powerful orgasm. He stands on the bed, lifting my ass up with him. My upper half is still on the bed, but my lower half is in the air. He’s grunting and fucking me like his cock is a jackhammer trying to break through some impenetrable wall. I’m screaming as one orgasm after another rips through my body, blurring my senses.
“Holy shit that feels so good. You’re a fucking god” I cry. There are some other nonsensical words that come out of my mouth as he fucks my brains out. How on earth does he have the strength to hold me and up and drill me like this? I feel jealous for all the other women out there whose husbands aren’t fucking them like this. I don’t feel like I’ve done enough good in this world yet to deserve it. But I will.
He slaps my ass, loving the way it jiggles. He’s obsessed with my big butt. It’s why I’m always wearing skirts and yoga pants in front of him. It gets him wound up every time.
He lets out a loud roar as he comes. His cock twitches deep inside as he finds release.
Lowering me onto the bed, his hands that had been ferociously pawing at me just moments ago, now gently caress my back. As the adrenaline melts away I can feel how tender my skin is, can feel my aching muscles and stretched orifices. I’ve been ravaged in every sense of the word and it’s a lovely feeling.
We lay in bed, staring into each other’s eyes without saying a word. We’ve done this for an hour before, just studying, loving, worshiping each other.
“I love you,” he says. Though he looks exhausted, the love in his expression is alive and vivid.
I touch his cheek and kiss his lips. “I love you too.”
Though I don’t want our honeymoon to ever be over, part of me can’t wait to get home and start our new life together.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
I hold my giant belly and look up at the ceiling of the nursery in our new home as Leo finishes putting up the Vitruvian man wall paper. Leonardo Junior still has a month before he arrives, but we want to have every little thing ready for him when he gets here. There’s a rocking chair in the corner of the room with a soft lamp where I can feed him in the middle of the night. There’s a changing table, a dresser, and a bassinet we got from family at our baby shower. We’ve decided to go with a Leonardo da Vinci theme, making prints of his art for the walls and small toy replicas of his inventions. It was Leo’s idea. Being academics, it only makes sense that we wouldn’t have a traditional cartoon animal theme like most nurseries have. It’s just right for us and our little family.
“It’s perfect,” I say, smiling at everything we’ve accomplished.
Leo steps off the ladder and puts his arm around my shoulders. “It is, isn’t?” He looks so proud, which makes me burst with joy. “The little guy is going to love it.”
It’s been five years since I finished law school and we got married. Five blissful years of marriage. They say the first year is the hardest, but that hasn’t been the case for us. We just work, it’s almost effortless. And now we have our little bundle of love on the way.
In those short five years I’ve already made partner at my law clinic. Leo enjoyed being in the courtroom so much while I was working my cases that he quit his job as a teacher to become part of the legal team as a researcher. Together we are like Batman and Robin, cleaning up crime and serving justice. It’s amazing that I get to be with my husband in life and in my job. We’re the perfect team.
Leo stands behind me, rubbing my belly. “I hope he has your eyes,” Leo says to me. We play this game regularly, telling each other what parts of us we hope our child will have.
“I hope he has your beautiful soul,” I say.
“Me too. You’re kind of a grouch these days.”
I laugh and smack him on the arm. He laughs too.
“These pregnancy hormones are a bitch. I can’t help it,” I say.
“You know what I do love about those pregnancy hormones, though?” he says.
I giggle. Being pregnant has turned me into a sex fiend. I want it all the time, 24/7. I can’t get enough. And Leo is in love with my pregnant body. He loves how my hips have spread and my boobs have filled with milk. I was so afraid he would lose his attraction to me once I got pregnant. I’ve heard other women complain about how their husbands have pulled away and don’t want to touch them. With Leo, nothing has changed. His hands are always on me. Seeing me big and naked has only increased his appetite.
“Trust me, I know.”
He sways and so do I. It’s almost a dance. He kisses the side of my neck and whispers, “Why don’t we take this conversation into the shower. I’m all sweaty after building those bookshelves and putting up that wallpaper.”
I pull his hand, leading him to our room and the master bathroom. I turn on the shower, letting the warm water run until the bathroom is filled with steam. Making partner and getting a huge raise along with Leo’s major pay hike after joining the team has left our living situation quite comfortable. Which is also the reason we thought trying to have children now was a good step. We have a large, comfortable home that leaves us with plenty of space for the big family we eventually plan to have.
I strip off the summer dress I’m wearing, letting it pool at my feet. His dick is already rock-hard once he peels off his clothes.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, his eyes lingering over my body.
“I look like a cow,” I say jokingly.
“No. You look like my dream girl. The mother of my child and the rest of my future children. You are my wife, my heart, my soul, my world. And don’t you dare forget that. You’re the only woman on this planet I have eyes for.”
He steps up to me, kissing me softly. I wrap my arms around his neck. We have to bend a little awkwardly to make room for the intrusion of my belly. This baby inside of me is going to be a big boy. People are always asking if I’m having twins.
We step into the shower. Leo grabs my body soap and starts to slather my body with it. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his hands sliding all over my naked body. He likes to spend time rubbing my belly. His particular fondness for my pregnant
body is endearing.
I rinse the water from my body and clean him next. His muscular chest is still gorgeous. No sympathy weight gained for this man. He’s still just as toned and sexy as ever. His muscles flex under my hands. I can faintly see the beating of his heart as his breathing quickens. I wash his massive cock, using both hands to gently stroke it, then I clean his balls. He lets out a grunt and a slight involuntary thrust into my hand as I go back to his cock.
“Turn around, baby, let me see that perfect ass,” he says.
I turn my back to him. He washes my ass thoroughly. And once it’s rinsed, I feel his lips on my butt cheeks, playfully biting and sucking. He gives my ass a quick slap and I giggle.
“Lay down, I want to make you feel good,” he says.
He turns off the showerhead and turns on the tub faucet instead, checking the temperature. This single tub has seen more sex than the rest of the house.
The bottom of the tub is slippery, allowing him to pull my body toward the faucet.
“Now spread your legs,” he says.
My knees shake with anticipation as I open my legs. The stream of water coming from the faucet is a direct bullseye onto my clit. My voice echoes in the bathroom as I moan.
The constant bombardment of water coming from the heavy stream is heaven.
Leo smiles. “You like that, don’t you?”
“You know I do.”
I know that because the first time I tried it in front of him he watched with rapt attention. He was fascinated by the water flowing out of my pussy after I came. The next time he asked to watch me, he recorded it—we record ourselves on occasion and watch it sometimes to masturbate together.
Leo puts my head on his lap and rubs my breasts, squeezing the small amount of milk from my nipples as he watches my hips roll and twitch. I hump at the stream of water, feeling just on the edge of losing it. Fuck, it feels good. The warm water and steady flow has me coming in no time. My cries echo, filling the room and probably the rest of the house as well.
“Good girl,” he says, and leans over to kiss me and turn off the water.
“Now, squat over my face.”
He lays down. I’m careful not to spill. The muscles in my pussy aren’t as tight now that I’m pregnant and don’t hold the water like it did when we first moved in. I was worried at first, thinking I would become too loose for him, but my husband loves my body no matter what state it’s in, and he’s a kinky guy as well, so when he was practically able to fist me the first time, he was ecstatic.
I crawl on top of him and straddle his face. And then I let go of my muscles. The water gushes out of me. He groans and starts to lick my pussy vigorously. My clit it still really sensitive from the beating it just took, so he’s careful only to spend his attention on my dripping wet opening.
“Ride my cock, please,” he says.
I climb onto his dick and sink down on him until he disappears inside of me. My head rolls back. No matter how much this pregnancy loosens me up, his big cock is always more than enough; almost painfully so.
He holds my belly to keep me steady as I ride him. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming again. These crazy pregnancy hormones make it so I don’t ever want to stop. He bucks into me and I have to hold on like this is some kind of rodeo.
He fondles my clit until my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Oh yeah, fuck me just like that,” I say, my voice more of a moan than an actual command.
“Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He holds onto my hips and shoves hard into me until I’m screaming and coming yet again. He doesn’t stop his attack on my pussy until I come at least two more times. He could go another hour or more before coming because we fucked several times this morning. His seed is spent.
“I want that ass,” he groans.
“Then take it.”
“Go get on the bed.”
I climb onto the bed and lay on my back. I reach into the bedside table, grabbing a tube of lube—we have a very fun and active sex life, we are always prepared.
I put some on my hands and finger my asshole to warm it up, and also to give him a quick show.
“You know exactly what I like, don’t you,” he says, crawling cat-like onto the bed like he’s stalking me.
“Of course I do.”
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says. His eyes are hooded as he watches intently as I play with myself.
“Now fuck my ass with your giant cock until you come,” I demand.
The corner of his lips quirk up into crooked smile. “Yes, Mrs. Whitford. Anything you say.”
He puts a good amount of lube onto his cock before he pushes into me.
Despite my efforts to loosen up before penetration, his cock is still a lot for my tiny asshole. It always hurts just a little at first, but it doesn’t take long before I’m used to it. Not only used it, but fucking loving every second of it. I can come without my pussy ever being touched.
He holds my hips, pushing in and out of me slowly. I hold my knees up to my armpits as though I were about to give birth.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
“I want to you to feel even better,” he says.
He reaches into my bedside table and grabs my vibrator.
“I like where your head is at Mr. Whitford,” I say with a giggle.
While his dick is still in my ass, he slowly shoves the vibrator inside of my pussy, turning it on to its lowest setting. My head flops back on the pillow and my mind completely goes blank. All I am is body and sensation right now. Nothing else matters but this full, perfect feeling.
He gives my body a moment to adjust. Then he turns up the vibrator a notch, and starts fucking my ass.
I’m screaming and cussing and spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go as I’m fucked in both holes.
My eyes spring open and I watch his beautiful face. He’s staring at me too with a slight snarl and devilish gleam in his eyes.
“Come for me,” he says.
My body is under his control. It does what he says. Every dirty word in my vocabulary spills out of my mouth as I’m hit with a tsunami of an orgasm. I’m making noises that don’t even sound human.
He shoves his dick and the vibrator hard into me and erupts. I’m out of breath, boneless and weak as the vibrator falls out of me. His dick is soft before he slips out. Cum spills from my asshole. I just washed these sheets after our busy morning. Looks like I’ll have to do it again. Probably one more time after that before we go to bed tonight.
He grabs me and holds me in a tight hug. I laugh and snuggle up to him. “I think we may have just burned a few thousand calories after that,” he says. “I’m starving, and my wife and boy need to eat.”
He rubs and kisses my belly. “Don’t we little guy?”
He always talks to my stomach. Sometimes he’ll have entire conversations with our son as though I’m not even there.
“What would you like for dinner, my queen?” he asks.
I giggle. “Cookie dough ice cream and a garlic tuna sandwich with extra onions and pickles and catsup.”
He cringes. “Sounds delicious.” He playfully kisses all over my face. “I need to get all of my kisses now because there’s no way I’m going near your breath after all that.”
“Hey!” I slap his arm. He laughs and dodges my next attempt.
He settles back down on his pillow and looks me in the eyes. The amount of love I see in them is overwhelming.
“You’re my world, you know that? You and my son are the only things on this earth that matter to me.”
I touch his face. “And you are ours.”
“We’re going to have the best life together,” he says.
“We already do.”
As we kiss, my heart flutters. Life doesn’t get any better than this.
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