She had wanted to take my clothes off, but in the bedroom I changed the plan. "How about you take off your clothes, then I can watch every move you make."
She smiled, pushed me back on the bed, unsnapped my jeans, pulled the zipper down and started tugging them off. I protested saying she was supposed to be undressing for me. She slapped my thigh, "Are you being naughty and sassing your fiance? Get your underwear and that shirt off." She scolded as she wiggled her ring finger at me.
For a tiny woman she was quickly taking control of this 5'11" Norwegian boy. I outweighed her by nearly a hundred pounds, but she had a tendency too get big when she needed to. I'm still riding my trusty old Scwinn most days, and there's plenty of activity on the farm to help keep me fit. In fact, I've lost 12 pounds since moving home and my muscles are beginning to harden again. I'm feeling more like I'm 21 than 31. Britt teases me because I don't have dirty blond hair like most of the Norski guys do, mine is a deep brown. I know, I know, blame my parents. Other than that, I'm like any other hairy chested guy of Scandinavian descent.
As she took control I was thinking, she's learning this little game we play all too quickly, and she loves it. Now that I was fully nude, we kissed and played, running her hands through my chest hair & pushing me backward onto the bed. I scooted up on the bed to watch her. She began by slowly unbuttoning her blouse, opening it seductively, showing me a glimpse of her pretty red bra. Then she raised her skirt an inch at a time until the red with silver brocade stockings stopped, I could see the red garter straps.
My cock was so hard it ached, "Damn woman, you're driving me insane, take those clothes off before my balls explode."
"Hmm, mama was right, an instant hardon."
She unzipped her skirt, opened the button and let it fall, followed by her blouse, both in a puddle at her feet. Next the bra, I reached forward for her breasts and she slapped my hands. "You're being naughty, I may have to punish you." Removing the garter belt and stockings, her sheer red panties were all that remained, I could see her bush and I noticed the crotch was quite wet."
"Here's how it works big boy, you get to take my panties off, with your teeth, no hands. The article I read said it was erotic." I wondered what the hell kind of magazines she had been reading.
As she lay down we kissed deeply, whispering I love you back and forth. It was time to take back control, I slid down her torso and grabbed the elastic waistband with my teeth. It turned out to be more difficult than we thought it would be. We laughed and giggled and had lots of fun getting her panties off, and not just below her crotch, they had to be off her body.
When the task was accomplished I lay down to catch my breath. She had her face in my neck, right by ear. "Nils, tonight is going to be two firsts for me. I want to sit on your face before I sit on your cock. Will that be alright with you? It was in an article I read. Have you eaten a girl like that before?"
"Oooohhhhh ya, more than once."
I had her straddle my chest, then knee walk her way over my arms, positioning her little pink slit right above my mouth.
"Honey, I want you to spread your knees a little so your pussy lowers onto my mouth, hold on to the headboard if you need support."
As her slit touched my lips I injected my tongue through the labia, finding the entrance to her vagina I started tongue fucking her. She yelped and ground against my face. My nose was pressed against her clit as she moved her hips back and forth. She was making noises I'd never heard before, as I moved onto her clit I began to feel her shake mildly. It soon became convulsive, ending with her jamming her pussy against my mouth as hard as she could. The juice flowed, I lapped up as much as I could, it was all over my face, running down my chin onto my neck.
She slid back, looking in my eyes, "My god Nils, it just keeps getting better each time. I'm not sure how married people have energy to do anything after stuff like this. I know I said I wasn't going to cum, are you upset with me?"
"Baby, you can ride my face anytime you want, I can't get enough of your tasty little cunt. Scoot off and spin around, I'll show you how to get started for Wednesdays blow job, and it will get me wet enough to start poking fun at you."
Britt didn't have a very big mouth, so it took her a little time to get the head in comfortably. Once inside her mouth I had her slide up and down a few times for her mouth to get used to my thickness. She was doing a good job, taking 2 to 3" in her mouth when I pulled her off.
"Straddle my waist, stand up and squat over my cock, I'll point it up, you use your hand to guide it inside. Once I'm in you can stay as you are, moving up and down, or you can drop to your knees and stroke me that way. Whichever you choose."
With my cock at the entrance to her pussy she slowly dropped down, with around 4" in she stopped, bracing herself with her hands on my stomach. After about 15 seconds she wiggled her hips and sank all the way down, her ass hitting my scrotum. She looked so damn proud of herself, smiling, breathing hard, moving ever so slightly. She'd slid up and down the full length a dozen times or so and then dropped to her knees, riding hard against my dick and pelvis. In this position she could lean over my body, kissing me, whispering in my face.
"Fuck me Nils, ram your cock in me, cum in my pussy. I know you're worried about hurting me, don't be, do me hard, I want it hard."
I held her hips in place, slamming up into her hungry love canal, we made love like this until I brought her to a climax. As hers was subsiding I went off, which caused her to have another smaller orgasm. Have you ever noticed when making love, it feels like you've gone on forever, as I looked the clock, it was only 9:45. We'd been at it about 35 minutes, but it felt like 2 hours. She was looking at her ring again when I set the alarm on my phone for 11 and we slept.
Not wanting her driving alone so late and as sleepy as she was, I drove her home. Bjorge was still up and met us at the door, smiling, asking if I wanted coffee. I explained Britt was so tired I didn't want her driving. I told her I'd swing by in the morning after chores to get Britt, she could bring the car back then.
In the morning I texted that I'd pick her up after chores for lunch together at the Dog and Suds. She was ready to go when I arrived at 11, hair done nicely, a yellow and red sun dress that ended a few inches below mid-thigh, white thigh highs, a string of pearl like jewelry around her neck, make up was perfect, a lovely shade of red lipstick, and a glittering engagement ring. No sneaks today, she had on a pair of red pumps. Seemed as time went on she kept finding ways of being more pretty. Was she trophy wife material, not by the worlds standards, but she was mine, that's all that mattered to me.