Becoming My Amish Man's Wife

I am lying on a queen sized motel bed naked with a gold wedding band on my finger.

The shower is running where my new husband, Philip Miller, is washing after we have made love together.

Philip is 35 years old. He is married to a woman and they have four young children together. And Philip is Amish.

I am a 60 year old man from Chicago who moved out to the Wisconsin hills because I loved the land. And now I love a sweet Amish man and we are married lovers.

I am a driver for the Amish whenever they need a trip beyond horse and buggy distance.

It's a modest living and the Amish are generally nice. Stupid, ignorant, dirty as well.

Their families are big and the wives serve as breeders and house slaves.

Philip is a little different. When I first met him, I was struck by his outward effeminancy and I thought he might be gay.

He was married to a woman, however and they produced four kids so far. I kind of wondered whether they were actually his since he seemed so gay to me.

I liked him from the start and although my own sex life had been hetero up until now, I had gay fantasies.

But how to fulfill them? Only young men appealed to my vanity, but rural Wisconsin is filled with right wing dopes. Not my style.

And something forbidden turned me on. Not boys, of course. Legal age only. But who?

Then Philip came into my life and I was smitten. He was sweet with a nice lean muscular build. And that high voice just made me melt.

And we enjoyed one another's company. The conversation flowed freely and I could readily imagine him as a lover.

His beard was rough but I could see his lips were soft. Add that nice body and I could only imagine his cock was nice as well.

But how to seduce him? Well there was the advantage that Philip gave chiropractic massages. So I asked him to start treating me in exchange for my driving.

His massages were wonderful and I always made a point of telling him so.

'God this feels great Philip' I would purr. 'Hmmm nice.'

'I'm glad you like it' he would respond shyly.

I became sexually aroused at his touch and when I rolled on my back, it was obvious to Philip I was getting erect.

He froze with embarrassment. I gently took his hand in mine and started to kiss it.

He stared down at me a little afraid. I then put his fingers in my mouth and sucked.

I could see his pants bulge and I knew he was getting turned on. Cock doesn't lie. I pulled him by the arm so he was bent over me.

I kissed his mouth and started to tongue his lips. His lips parted and he put his tongue in me.

I drew him closer and smelled his manly odor. I felt his crotch and caressed his rock hard erection.

It was massive. I unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his throbbing dick.

It was uncircumcised and 8 inches of wonderful manhood. I stroked it and leaned forward to kiss and lick it.

Philip cried out 'No!' and pulled away running into the next room of the otherwise unoccupied house.

I calmly got off the table and began to get dressed. Perhaps I had gone too far.

I went into the room where Philip stood alone in a corner sobbing uncontrollably.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and told him it was all right, that it was all my fault.

But that we did nothing wrong. It was love.

With that he fell into my arms. I held his warm shaking body and stroked his hair.

I whispered encouragement in his ear. I kissed his neck and held him close.

He started to relax and I coaxed a smile from him. He confessed he was attracted to me and we began to kiss on the lips.

His body warmed against mine and we talked. I told him men in love was perfectly natural. And God blesses all genuine love.

We kissed deeply and I began to stroke his cock which had gotten even harder.

I sank to my knees and took his cock into my wet mouth. I began to suck and with great effort had his entire shaft deep in my throat.

I felt Philip tremble as his orgasm commenced. Loads of his hot creamy cum hit me as I swallowed it down.

He must have given me half a dozen enormous loads. I gulped down all but the last stream which I let luxuriate in my open mouth so that his dick could lie in the warm pool of semen I held for him.

I slowly pulled back and his cock fell fat and limp in my hand. With tiny swallows I slowly consumed every bit of his remaining cream.

As I finished more cum began to bubble at the head of his cock. I caught it on my tongue, let it sit for a moment before I swallowed.

I then took the head of his warm penis back into my mouth and began again to suck.

With each loving suck Philip began to harden. And he firmly pushed his pleasured cock back down my open throat.

I could feel his inhibitions were gone and he began to take control of the sex forcing himself roughly on me.

I began to gag but Philip grabbed the back of my head and kept me from pulling away.

As he was face fucking me I pulled his pants completely down. I then unbuckled my pants and kicked them off.

I wanted Philip to fuck me. Now. While he was a wild male animal.

We fell down on the floor together and passionately kissed. He began to bite my lip.

I rocked back and presented my ass to him. Philip straddled me and I reached for his cock.

I guided him inside me and gasped as he bottomed out and began to fuck me.

For the next few minutes the sounds of sex were umistakeable: Philip grunting as he thrust; my moaning in painful pleasure and Philip's balls slapping in loud rhythm on my ass.

I would black out intermittently as Philip reamed me like a stallion. He was incredibly dominant and sought only to please his carnality.

Hot loads of Amish cum filled me and I whimpered like a pussy. It was the most thrilling sex of my life and no doubt his as well.

I was his bitch. I loved it. But what I really wanted to be was Philip Miller's wife.

To be continued...