Becoming a Wife

"Lucy, you have got me good and ready, now it is time for us me to fuck you."

Reaching down he picked her up by the hand and led her upstairs -- to be fucked. In the bedroom, he unfastened her skirt and let it slip to the floor, then in a flurry of discarded clothing and flailing limbs they tumbled onto the bed. Lucy ended up underneath Brian and frantically positioned herself to take his cock, instinctively they found the position, and then in one thrust he drove into her - she gasped in pleasure taking every inch he had to offer.

Lucy knew what she had to do, she was determined to please her man. He started up a steady rhythm into her ass and she moved her hips to greet each thrust, to feel his spunk heavy balls slap against her ass cheeks. Then she traced her freshly painted pink finger bails around his chest, tantalising him with her soft touch before pressing the nails into his chest as his ardour rose. First she tweaked his nipples, and then reached up and licked at them, before closing her teeth around his pebble hard nipples.

"Fucking hell, you dirty, gorgeous, bitch" he screamed as the glorious sensations in his chest spasmed against the sensations engulfing his cock as Lucy took him like a pro. He reached down to grab her ass cheeks and gripped them as he drove his cock home, wanting to hose his seed into her. Lucy in turn took every stroke, willing him to cum, to fulfil her wifely duty. And he did, battering her ass with his cum strokes and pressing down heavily on to her body as his senses exploded. Then collapsing in relief upon her pummelled but grateful body.

She got up to clean up in the bathroom, and remove her make up. As she did so in her stockings she thought of those times, years ago when she had pranced around her own bedroom in stockings, seeking solitary relief, alone. Never dreaming that one day she would be properly fulfilled, as a woman. And instead of putting her clothes back on, and heading home, she slipped her stockings off, and slipped her long strappy print night dress on, exchanged pillow talk with her "hubby" and drifted off into a grateful and deep sleep in his arms.