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My husband found a way to get me to work out every day. Actually it was a mutual discovery so I can’t blame him alone. We’ve been married almost two years, now. It’s funny how time flies. If I thought I loved him when I married him, I really love him so much more, now. I just want to go back in time and give myself a big old kiss for making such a wonderful and wise decision to go out with him.

I must tell you that he is a very, very good kisser. I’m cute and friendly and I’d kissed a boy or two before meeting him. Some were better than others but this one, wow. It felt like I’d never been kissed before. I have never reacted physically to someone so deeply. Our lips touched and he held me so tenderly and firmly and I just fell into it. I have no idea how long that kiss lasted.

It was in the front seat of his car. Kind of a silly place, not romantic at all even though he’d cleaned his car out for our date and even added one of those pine-tree air freshener things. We had dinner at an Italian place that was new and we got back in the car and he just leaned over and I thought that was a little fresh and I wondered if I would taste like garlic bread but before that thought ended I was lost in his kiss.

When he stopped kissing me I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me and I was staring, like, whoa, where did you –

“You’re a good kisser,” he said. I noticed for the first time his eyes were smiling. I could only wonder if he was as good at all the rest of that kind of thing.

Anyway, he’s a good kisser.

So, he comes home from work and I was just finishing my exercise dance thing. I’d meant to start sooner so I’d be all showered and pretty when he walked in from work but my Mom called, always at the worst time but I just love talking to her so anyway, I’m all sweaty and a piece of hair is stuck to my face and he kisses me anyway. He doesn’t always give me the whole entire wonderful lips and tongue and cuddle thing but for some reason he did that afternoon. I just let him. I forgot that I was sweaty and hot and icky all over and just let him kiss me and I kissed him back enthusiastically cause I love him so much.

I swear! The next thing I knew right there in the living room he was peeling my top off over my arms and shoulders and my boobies just flopped out and he started touching me and kissing my cheeks and neck and shoulders and I thought about how under my boobs just gets sticky and slick with perspiration but he was kissing one me and fondling me so sweetly with his hands and I looked at him, he’s so cute when he’s staring at me and I started to say ‘Lets take a shower’ but he began sucking on my nipple and tweaking the other one gently and I just gasped it felt so good and I shut up and hoped he’d just keep making me feel so nice, you know, warm down there in the baby factory.

He turned me away from him and I felt his thing all hard against my bottom which was only covered by the thin stretchy floral print yoga pants and a pair of panties that I’d worn all day. As always, the firm pressure of him against me promised delights I was still thanking God for every night in my prayers. He turned me so he could wrap his arms around me and caress my breasts with both arms. I felt a bit helpless and he didn’t need to pin my arms, I would have let him do this anyway but I kind of liked feeling trapped by this strong man and he pushed through my hair and was nibbling on my ear and licking and kissing my ear and then my neck.

I began crying I was so scared he’d want to have his all-the-way with me and he’d find me too yucky to continue and he stopped his lovemaking and turned me around and held me tight and asked me what was wrong. I told him I didn’t want to do it while I was all sweaty and gross cause I was afraid he wouldn’t like me and he laughed and kissed me a big gigantic hug and kiss and told me I was silly that he loved me this way and why did I think he was wanting me so bad? He has a thing for me, that way, he told me and he hoped I’d exercise every day just before he got home and then he stopped and looked me in the eyes carefully and asked if it was okay with me because he always wants to know my feelings and he was so sweet and cute that I just smiled back at him and whispered in his ear, “Have me any way you like, husband,” and I settled in against him, loving the feel of my boobs on his shirt and it felt so good I reached down his front and rubbed his hard through his pants.

He backs away from me and waves his hand, that motion that means ‘I am the Emperor and this (including me) is my domain’ and he says, “Remove your pants while I watch” and all I could think of was I was glad I’d polished my toenails before exercising cause he loves that teal polish and I kind of danced for him while peeling my yoga pants down my sweaty thighs and legs, straightening up from time to time so he could see all the goods that were his.

When I had pants and panties around my ankles I stepped out of them and held my arms up like ‘Ta-Da!’ like a magician’s assistant and he grinned hugely and slowly he unzipped his pants. I stared, wondering how he’d get it out, it seemed so big and hard inside his pants but it folded just a little and then exploded out into the air all red and so much darker than the rest of him. I just stared and realized my hands were covering my sex without my thinking about it.

He sat me down on his leather chair and spread my legs open and I just watched him. He knelt before me and ever the gentleman, bent to kiss my sweaty, soaking wet bush, his tongue wiggling around down there to be sure I was ready (he’s so sweet! gross, but sweet) and of course I was very, very ready and he pulled my hips to him and our bodies joined in the way God made us and he began moving in and out of me as I fell back into the leather chair and let him fuck me.

He had me in this posture for quite some time and I was loving it and loving him and just wanting this wonderful feeling to last forever when he backed away and helped me stand and I wondered what he wanted and then he spun me around and I thought, oh, yeah, and he pushed me down on my knees in front of the chair and he knelt behind me and pushed me down on the seat of the chair, my boobies feeling the pleats of the leather seat, and he pushed into me from behind. More in-and-out, him slow, taking his time, moving against me the full length of his dick, all the way in, all the way (almost) out, and I was loving it when I felt myself and yes, that’s it, and yes, yes, yes…

He reached under me and squeezed my breasts and then pinched my nipples so lovingly and I felt myself falling over the edge like Niagara Falls, just falling and falling and I heard a scream a long way off and realized it was me and I was still whimpering with pleasure when I felt him squirt me full of himself, his hands grasping my hips so strong and loving, pulling me as close to him as a man and woman can be.

He picked me up and held me tightly and kissed me sweetly and called me his ‘baby’ which I am, which I was made to be, and finally he lead me to our shower and he washed my back. I put my arms around him and laid my head on his chest and smelled him so fresh and clean but still smelling of him and I told him he made a baby in me.

“You’re pregnant?” he said, shouting.

I kissed him softly on his lips and nodded, ‘No’ and said, “Well, you put enough of you in me that it could be, would that be okay?”

He hugged me so tight and kissed the top of my wet hair and said, “It would be wonderful and I could tell his voice was quivering just a little.”

So we dressed and ran down to the drug store and held hands and bought a pregnancy test. The old lady at the counter smiled at us and watched us holding hands and walking out.

Back home, no such luck but I told him it might take a day or two and that’s why I bought a three pack. and he laughed and we laughed together and I told him I was starving and we went out for Italian. No wine, though.