Sorry I've been gone so long.
Work and lives besides my own have had me too distracted.
A long loud and heartfelt shout out to rubyjac for being a fan and an excellent friend.
And so here is my humble and heartfelt offering.
Happy Reading
*****
She lives the poetry she cannot write
--Oscar Wilde
Dax prayed as he watched his wife sleep. "Please, God."
She sighed and threw a lazy leg across his before muttering something and drifting off again. For the first time in what seemed like forever, the woman has migrated to my side of the bed. Her eyes are moving back and forth beneath closed lids and she had a little smile on her face.
He gladly gathered her to him, enjoying the plush crush of curves. I miss my wife. She's right in my arms and I miss her. He kissed her sweet mouth. He continued to struggle to put into words that she still fascinated him and utterly absorbed him, and how remarkable that was after all these months of frenzy and craziness.
Sex has been non-existent. I want it, but it seems she can do without it. And then there's the work. 20 hours a week my ass! If anything the work has been a handy excuse for putting me off. Three months she was away in Belgium on business.
In weaning the babies her hormones have been all over the place and she's not been in the mood. I talked with my mother about it or rather complained to her and was given advice, but little if any sympathy.
"Enjoy it Dax, but the sex aspect passes. Marriage, if you do it right and are committed, is long, it's a marathon. You will both change over time and as you live out your vows, you may both find yourself married to several different versions of the same person.
Right now there are babies, and nothing takes the piss out a woman for a few years like babies. Life and hormonal upheaval while trying to be a wife and mother and somewhere in there still try to be just yourself. Give the child a minute.
Now, if you don't mind - I have my own husband to get back to." And she'd rang off with a brisk click.
Her period is back. Periods mean more babies. SO, I am back to using condoms.
Which, while I don't love it, I'd have no problem with if I could actually get some!
Babies. I love my children and want more just one or two maybe three more would suit me just fine. Though Lou is not keen on that right now.
I loved the pregnancy process. The massaging and feeding of her, the seemingly endless naps and sex. The pussy was always warm and available, always in bed and oh so very willing. I'd leave for brief periods during the day to come back and find it right where I left it, ready and waiting. Lulu seemed to be mostly naked for much of it, claiming that was the only time she was comfortable. A beautiful, baby plumped, sex-slave.
And knowing I was the one to put her in that state was an amazing high. This time I want us to actively talk about making a baby together. That rape accusation she laid against me still smarts.
Lulu slid her leg along his, nudging at him. Snaking a hand under his T-shirt and rubbed at his chest.
"Come on Dax." She purred drowsily.
Perhaps the hormones have leveled out and she's come back to me. My high strung wife can be irritatingly complicated sometimes but very tender and sensual, occasional shyness aside, she was normally a very passionate woman and I have sorely missed her.
Life is pretty easy with her. Feed her, fix things, kill bugs and take out the trash there are no complaints. I still love hanging out with her. We'd both worried in the beginning that we would crowd each other and there wouldn't be enough time and space, but somehow we've made it work. It's not grown stilted or stale or humdrum. Our babies are like a live in comedy duo so that helps. But it's going on 3 years now and we still have great conversations.
But some days, most days, I just want to fuck her. Is that so wrong, wanting to fuck your wife? I'm sure it is at least a little.
It's been fun breaking her in, corrupting her.
He brushed a thumb across her silk covered nipple and watched it peak.
Oh the ways I've had her: blindfolded, bound and gagged, strung up and spread eagle on the bed, splayed out on the floor. Coming in her, on her. Her riding my face, happily bucking away as the spicy taste of her rolls across my tongue, a fan favorite. Literally hanging from the rafters. Any and every way I want it. Hell, any and every way she wants it too. She even begs me for it in that voice of hers. Taunting me.
'How do you want me Dax? Hands and Knees? Heels on? On my back?'
Every curious and delicious flavor at once and oh so adventurous. Almost as highly sexed as I am, we're an excellent match.
Squeezing gently he savored the cushiony feel of her ass in his hands and throbbed to be inside her. Inching up her slip, he groaned as his hands met bare skin.
"No panties. Woman, you should come with a disclaimer: causes blurred vision, heart palpitations, priapism, shortness of breath and muscle spasms."
He'd been warned not to have her in her sleep, as that was pretty much how they ended up with the twins. It started a lot like this, her in that corset with no panties, passed out and dreaming.
Many times over the past months he'd recalled her naked body and longed to have his tumid erection enveloped by the juicy peach of her sublimely pert ass while he snarled for her to take it. The thought of those times, right now, is making his engorged dick, throb even more.
Dax sighed heavily. Think pure thoughts.
Impossible with her hands moving blindly over him before sliding into his hair rubbing the strands with her fingers, relishing the texture with a sigh before bringing him down to her mouth for a long slow kiss.
"Take off your clothes Daxxx." She gave a low and throaty, dick-stirring giggle before sliding her hand down his boxers.
Look at her. Delectation, those breasts, those thighs, that sweetly plump ass - which he immediately squeezed again getting more sweet sighs from her - holy Jesus.
"How in the hell am I supposed to sleep with shit like this going down?"
Three months without her. 92 days. There would not be another.
Following her instructions Dax quickly shucked his boxers and rolled on a condom.
Prayer works.
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Coming to feeling pleasantly foggy and lush, she had a languorous stretch and positively purred at the feel of the Pratesi linen sheets against her bare nipples. Giggling as frissons of pleasure rolled through her.
Wait a minute - I'm naked? I certainly didn't go to bed this way.
Finally opening her eyes and taking stock she sighed as flashes of last nights'
dream
, came flooding back.
Both of them looking down as he inserted himself into her with a grunt.
"Lulu, how in the hell did you get two babies through such a small hole?"
"Elfin magic," had been her dreamily cheeky response, she remembered.
He'd really worked her over, taking out no small amount of frustration on her body.
There'd not been much sleep. Recalling some of their conversation between sessions, she remembered complaining a bit during the third round.
"Why? Why are you like this?"
Without breaking stride or stopping, he'd looked at her with the firm and determined conviction of a man in love with his wife but on a mission.
"I have been starved, starved for want of you. Gone practically three months and not giving it up when you're here. Of course I lose my mind when I finally get a taste. So yes, it's been 92 days and you're going to get fucked, a lot."
He'd then kissed her quiet and that was the end of that as he went on about his business, vigorously and happily fucking her with almost bestial abandon.
Feeling especially
well-used
she took her aching body in for a long hot shower.
