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Lynne came into the bedroom first with two glasses of orange juice. The kitchen smelled so wonderful, it made up for the genuine worry he felt when he didn't feel her in his arms. Then he felt the side of the bed, and it was cold. And he'd called out for her-
"Lynney,"
And when she didn't answer, he felt this queasy dread that he never knew he could feel before, this sickness and worry. He realized how much he loved her when he found that note on her pillow, smelled it scented with her cologne and felt the worry that had washed over him evaporate.
"Little monster, scaring me for nothing!" he'd growled. As soon as he smelled he cologne, he knew his wife was okay, and she'd written a note to let him know of her whereabouts. She was his now, and he never wanted any harm to come to her.
She'd written him a sweet little note about surprising him. Briefly, he worried about her driving up the mountain alone, but then he remembered what a competent little driver she'd been even in that huge thunderstorm. She'd tackled a mountain before, so she was ready. She'd be fine, and home soon from the grocery store to do god knows what and surprise him. She was so impetuous and cute sometimes!
He'd wondered what was so pressing that she felt she needed to go to the grocery store. If it was her woman time, he would have gladly went out to get the supplies if she just told him it was her woman time and want she needed. What brand and what type, and maybe drew him a picture to be sure he was getting the right thing. Damn! Love was turning him into a true pansy. No one ever could have told him he'd be willing to get feminine supplies, and yet for Lynne he'd do it without blinking any eye. If she needed it, or whatever she needed he didn't mind. When she got her time and she groaned about cramping, he'd gently rub around her tummy where the cramps were until she felt better. Leif was happy and pleased to be able to make her feel better and care for her.
Still buying her period things was on the next level. He used to snicker when he'd occasionally see a guy in front of him buying that shit for his woman. He'd said at the time, never me! Now he was mad that she didn't tell him to buy them for her so she could stay snuggly in the bed. Love had flipped the script for him!
That's how he knew he was turning into a creampuff for his baby!
Shit, he really did hope it wasn't her woman time! He was enjoying her blossoming sexuality so much during this honeymoon and couldn't wait to take her to the adult store this morning. She might not want to go if it was her woman time. They'd have to think of something else to do if she didn't want to go.
He also hoped it wasn't her woman time because if it was, Lynne wouldn't want to make love. She would pleasure him orally or let him ride between her ass cheeks until he blew but she wouldn't let him kiss her pussy, or fuck her. He was going to need to work on her with that if this was the case. He didn't mind the blood or even if it was messy. He'd thought the idea of period sex was gross before, but nothing was gross with Lynne. He loved her. Since he'd met Lynne, with Lynne, blood wasn't any different than any of the other fluids that came from her pussy. In fact it might be really warm and nice to be inside her like that. And taste her like that, hell he didn't mind looking like Freddy Cougar for his baby and her pleasure.
Their pleasure! He'd really be close to her then, and she'd be so close to him, to be intimate like that and not be worried about the blood.
Then he remembered the note said she wanted to surprise him. So that meant she wasn't going to the grocery store because she was on her period. He wondered though, what the hell his surprise was. He longed for her so much. In fact when he realized she was okay, and stopped worrying about whether she was on her period, he lay near her side of the bed and just inhaled from where she rested her head near his armpit, all the way down to the feet.
The smell of her! He loved it! It excited his cock, which hardened. Leif then got himself together and took a long, warm shower, singing under his breath and wishing Lynne was in the shower with him.
Soon after he'd gotten out the shower, she'd appeared in the doorway, with a grocery bag, and looking cute and sexy in simple shorts and a t-shirt. After he'd taken the bag he surmised that his surprise was breakfast in bed, but didn't want to spoil it, so he kept quiet.
He'd only taken the bag because it looked heavy. Lynne was leaning to one side holding it. Then she'd sassed and chased him out of the kitchen, spanking him. Her sassiness, along with her genuine pleasure at spoiling him and pleasing him made him feel so lucky.
He took the orange juice from his wife's hands, and sipped it.
"Mmm. Very good! I love it when it's fresh squeezed. Much better than carton. May God, Buddah, Allah, or whatever, bless the little hands that made orange juice for her man," said Leif playfully.
Lynne chuckled while he swatted her ass.
She sipped her orange juice.
"Such a smart ass. I'm glad you like it though," said Lynne blushing sweetly.
"I'm not being a smart ass. You know how I feel about the higher power, and he's in a lot of worship settings, doesn't just be long to Christians. I do want whatever higher power to bless you for being loving and sweet to your man. I do mean it, even if I'm being silly sweetheart," said Leif kissing her forehead.
He had been being a bit silly but he meant it. That shit she told him last night about wanting a nightlight because she'd been scared of the apocalypse as a kid, and was taught God would destroy anyone not in her church, or any wrongdoers within the church had been heartbreaking. His little wife needed to hear that God loved her and would keep her safe, and he didn't care if he had to be silly or serious to make a point. These were loving lessons he wanted his baby to learn. And every time he taught her a lesson didn't' have to be serious. Some things he could teach her in love, and play. And she would always be safe to share her feelings with him. That was good and healthy for Lynne and as far as he was concerned he needed to hear much, much more so he knew what he could do to help, soothe, and encourage her to seek even more support if necessary.
"That's why I do this for you. Because you like it, and think it's special. I like when you approve of me," she said sweetly.
Her smile was so open, sweet, and yearning, Leif vowed to dote on her for all of his days. How sweet was this little woman he called his wife when serving someone else made her feel warm and acknowledged. Most others felt this feeling when being served by others. Her heart was beautiful. And she was starving for approval.
She sat her own orange juice on her night table, and returned to the kitchen to get the rest of their breakfast.
Lynne returned with a big heart shaped omelet for him, and a smaller version of the omelet for herself.
"I used three eggs in yours and two in mine," she explained.
She could see him looking at the differences between their two omelets.
He chuckled.
"Hmm, after we take a visit to the adult store, you're gonna wish you used another egg for yourself. You'll need nourishment. It's going to be so pleasurable for you being your husband's toy. All I do will be for your amusement and pleasure. Very little attention will be paid to me, but I promise we will have so much fun. But you're gonna be starving, because squirming all around and coming all over yourself is exhausting. You should know first hand, you love masturbating. Now imagine someone teasing you into oblivion, the way you tease yourself, except this time, you have no control over it," said Leif playfully forking a bit of his omelet lovingly into her lips.
