My name is Eric, and I wouldn't say I'm married as much as I'm sharing a lifelong home with my best friend. But I guess from a 3rd person perspective, yeah, I'm married. My wife and I have been married for 6 years already, and time seems to have flown by since we have a ton of fun together and tend to agree on everything fundamentally. Needless to say, we've had a pretty seamless and obstacle free 6 years (8 if you count our dating years).
We attribute much of our successes and joy to our ability to openly and vulnerably communicate. Nothing is left on the table and nobody assumes that the other can read their mind. If you want someone to know something, you tell them in a way that is easy for them to process and hopefully accept.
It also helped massively that we were infatuated with one another's bodies as well. My wife, Rachel, was 25, 5 years younger than me. She was a 5'5 brunette, with light brown skin. Her killer waist swooped in a good amount at the bottom of her ribs and then fan out again at the top of her hips, and the inward curve would be accentuated even more when she was in a doggy style pose, leaving the perfect handles of her hips to grab when a true fucking was needed. She had these luscious D-cup tits (or a DD depending on what brand of bra she would wear) that looked and felt so dense and firm, yet showed some jiggle and their shape would morph whenever someone pressed or jostled them lightly. Her legs were average length and had some toned muscles showing through in her quad, hamstring, and calf areas, showcasing that we shared an active and athletic lifestyle. Her stomach, while flat, wasn't a washboard, but a soft and forgiving surface with a cute, but deep belly button. Her ass was full, not an "almost looks fake" type of ass, but a perfect mix of muscle and fat type of butt, her silk-skinned cheeks each a bit much for even my big hands to fully grip. And her face was adorable, a mix of young, supple lips and big brown eyes with long-ish lashes, and more mature/sultry features like a defined, yet rounded jaw and a gaze that made you feel like she owned the room for the moment.
I enjoyed hearing her tell me multiple times from the beginning of our relationship to the present day how I was her exact type physically. I was 30, 6'2 with dark brown hair. I've been athletically active all my life, from school sports to individual efforts like Crossfit, weightlifting, and kickboxing, I was always involved with some type of physical pursuit. I wasn't a men's magazine type of fit, the type you'd see on the rack at the store, but I could hold my own whenever my friends were comparing musculature in the mirrors and giving each other shit for slacking off with our workout and diet regimens. I had a 4 pack (still trying hard for that last set of 2) of abs, some decent-sized pecs, and a back that had some impressive dimensions of muscle in it when I threw my shoulders back. But my pride and joy were my ass and my arms. I worked hard to earn my "buns of steel", cut so that when I flexed them, they would reveal a few different layers of strength in them. I'd also have to size up in jeans so I could fit in them without ripping the seat whenever I bent over. And my triceps were forged into a lean, horseshoe shape, accompanied by biceps that together, nicely filled out the sleeves of whatever shirt I was wearing.
However, not to anyone's surprise, one of the most challenging, and yet rewarding topics to be open about with one another, was sex. Namely, fantasies and turn-ons. At the opening of our dating and marriage phases, it was easy to talk about what positions we enjoyed, what music we listened to during sex, and other casual bedroom topics. However, we didn't realize how far we would get into our sexual journey together.
We thought we had really "matured" as adults when, for example; I mentioned to her with confidence that I liked "dicking her down" and drilling her as deeply as I could because of the more unrestrained sounds she would make as my tip grazed her cervix and how she'd start describing my cock's ridges and textures when I was as far as I could get into her. Or when she told me that it got her even wetter when I would shudder involuntarily as she reached up and pinched my nipples whenever she was sucking me off.
But for some reason, we hit a bit of a dead end when we thought we'd talked about "all there was" to talk in the basic realm of sexual desires. As far as we knew, anything more had taboo reputations, so we'd uncomfortably avoid those topics...until one night that is.
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"Oh shit....fuck...fuuUUCCK," said Rachel as I pistoned in and out of her lubed up pussy as I had been for the past 10 minutes.
"Babe, I can feel it," whimpered Rachel in a pouty tone, "I can feel you're cock's ridge popping out of my lips every time you almost pull out."
I slowed my roll, reached my hands to grab her shoulders and pulled her up from the downward doggy pose we were just fucking in on our bed so she was upright on her knees in front of me while I was on my knees behind her. I took one hand and lightly gripped her chin and turned her face so I could kiss her while I gently pulled my 8 inch cock out and pushed it back into her when the tip was just barely emerging from her pussy.
"Want me to cum deep inside you?" Knowing that Rachel had a fetish for impregnation talk, "fill you up with my seed and then keep pumping you with this cock so I can plunge the cum directly into your cervix?"
"Shit, Eric...Eric, yes please!" she almost whined in response, "make me your personal cum dumpster. Shove that dick inside me and shoot that load into my womb! Fill me up and swell my belly!"
I loved when she got extremely worked up like this, this was when her mind started racing and she would fire up the crazy hot dirty talk. This was actually when she'd spout out new ideas or fantasies that were deep seated in her mind.
"Oh, I'm gonna fill you up", I playfully pushed her back down onto all fours and then grabbing the back of her neck pushed her further into the bed so her ass started pointing upwards for deeper penetration, "I need you to get down there so I can drop this bell as deep as I can get it."
She gasped as I started jackhammering her asscheeks with full resolve and raging energy. "Fuck! Babe I want to feel you, I want to feel your cock pulse inside me when you come!"
"I want more than that Rach," I said with a deeper tone of authority, "I want you to grab my balls and squeeze the spunk out of them while I drain them into you."
"OOooHH fuck babe!", she exclaimed with faux agonized surprise, reaching through her split legs to fondle my sack, barely being able to reach the hanging pair, "I want you to cum inside me til your dry!"
She started juggling them softly in her fingers, not quite able to keep a full grip on them. I could tell she was trying hard to reposition her hips in a way so that she could reach a bit further so she could fill her hands with my balls.
"Shit," she said under her breath, clearly trying to figure out how to get the most out of my thrusts, yet being able to reach the target with a full grip.
I didn't want her to lose the obvious orgasm that was already building inside her before she started this new mission, so I redirected her focus. I gently coaxed her hands away from my balls and brought her hand back out and around her waist to my hips so she could pull me in closer.
