The Anniversary, An Erotic Tale of Sex and Romance

Erotic Sex Art“Shawna. One year ago today, you made my life complete. I love you.”

That was all I needed to hear.  My husband Phil, the love of my life, was standing in the living room, which he had filled with fragrant flowers. He’d even cooked me dinner. I don’t think there is a wife anywhere in the world as happy as me.

He had put my favorite collection of Sinatra ballads on and after we’d eaten we started dancing. I felt his hands around my curvy waist, pulling me closer to him. My large breasts heaved and pressed against him as our lips met. Our eye glasses clinked together and we both laughed, and removed them, and practically chased each other to the bedroom.

I pushed Phil to the bed, and stood before him, smiling. The straps of the purple dress I was wearing fell and I shimmied out of it, my matching black silk bra and panties, his favorites, being revealed. I saw the desire in his eyes as he looked my tan, voluptuous body up and down, savoring my shapely legs, curvy hips, and fit stomach,  and coming to rest on the feature I was proudest of, my enormous, all natural, breasts. I cupped them together and leaned forward, showing my aroused husband my ample bulging cleavage. Then I reached behind me, and unfastened the bra, and let it fall to the floor softly. As usual, Phil was hypnotized by my swinging breasts and large brown nipples, as I bent forward to drag down my panties and expose my pussy, trimmed to a thin tidy strip.

I straddled him like an exotic dancer giving a lap dance.

“Hey Mister, want a private dance?” I whispered jokingly in a sexy voice.

“But… I’m a happily married man!” Phil responded. We both laughed and he flipped me over, rolling on top of me. We kissed with frenzied passion, just like we had on our wedding night a year ago, breaking only to allow me to tug his shirt over his head.

Sex Art FantasyHe fumbled with his pants, tugging them off, and his underwear with them. I was so aroused, on fire, wet. His gorgeous cock was already at full extension. I sat up fast, taking it into my mouth so quickly it shocked him. I sucked the head, one hand masturbating his shaft, the other massaging his testicles. He groaned, putting a hand in my short black hair, and pushing me further down. I felt his shaft sink into my mouth, approaching my throat. Then I came up to the crown, and then back down, beginning to pump my husbands manhood up and down with my warm wet mouth, lips, and curious tongue.

When he couldn’t hold back, he pulled out, pushed me down, and mounted me. With his cockhead just barely brushing the lips of my ready pussy, he stopped and looked into my eyes. We made eye contact, both recognizing the love and lust in the face of our life partner. Then, with a thrust, he filled me with his throbbing manhood.

I groaned and leaned my head back, as he started to fuck me, bracing himself with both arms on the bed. His brown eyes were now trained on my breasts, as they bounced forward and backward with each thrust.

“Oh God, I love you, Phil. Oh God, fuck me” I moaned, wrapping my legs around him.

“I love you too, Shawna” he said between huffs and puffs. “You are so… fucking… beautiful.”

In a flurry of movement we switched to doggy style and he started pounding me from behind. My breasts were really flying now, back and forth, fast, dangling beneath me. He grabbed and squeezed my full round ass.

Another mad passionate movement, and I was riding him. He lay back in ecstasy, his chest shimmering with sweat. I rocked back and forth while also lifting myself up and down on his hard pole, as fast, and with as much force as I could. Phil knew the move that made me crazy, and he did it, reaching to touch my pussy lips, his thumb making contact with my throbbing clit. It didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm build. Fucking him so hard, the veins in my neck showing, my face red, covered in sweat, I surrendered.

Sensual Sex“I’m cumming! Im cumming Aaah!” I shouted. Just as the sensation was dying down, my husband flipped me onto his back, thrust into me a few times, and then pulled his meat from my sopping cunt, and stroked it tightly.

The first jet of cum shot fast and hard from his cockhead to my chest, painting a white line between my tits. The next stream hit my erect left nipple. A third and a fourth shot hit my stomach and large orbs, until I was painted with my lover’s semen. He leaned in to kiss me.

“Happy first anniversary baby” he said.

I smiled. “You bet it is!”. We laughed.

When people tell me there is no perfect love, and no real Prince Charming, I think of my husband Phil, and I know they are wrong.

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