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My new husband, Treyton, and I came home a few days early from our wonderful honeymoon in the valley, not because of fighting or arguing or any early marital issues at all, but neither of us could fully relax knowing how much unpacking and sorting would be waiting for us in the house we bought and moved into mere weeks before the wedding. Most of the large pieces, such as furniture, sizable appliances, etc. were the first to be brought in. However, we hadn't realized how many picture frames, letters, posters, coffee mugs and whatever we had accumulated over the years until we were packing for the move!

Fortunately, my parents taught me a rather methodical technique to packing for such occasion at a young age; pack and label by room. They described it as 'putting together the pieces of a puzzle', as each room is completed, another piece of the puzzle that is your home, is added.

After hours and hours of moving and placing and rearranging, Treyton and I are exhausted but also relieved and a bit thrilled to be done. We order Chinese delivery for lunch and veg on our cozy couch as we surf through the channels.

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While the two of us wallow in our fullness, together, my hubby absentmindedly strokes his hand up and down my arm, kissing the top of my head. I snuggle against his chest, enjoying the soft rumble as he hums, burrowing in a bit deeper. A few minutes of quiet pass, so much so that part of me wonders if he's fallen asleep, though I wouldn't mind the calm, steady thudding of his heart lulling me to sleep, to be honest. Then I feel the heat of his fingers folding into mine and the soft pressure of his lips on my head. "Hey wife," he quietly mumbles.

"Yes husband," I answer back, already somewhere between awake and asleep in his arms.

"I was just thinking..." he murmurs, and I answer with a hum. "We didn't exactly get a chance to properly enjoy our alone time,".

"Mmmmm, you're right. How do you think we should fix that, stud?"

Turning me in his arms, Treyton's eyes suggestively glow, and his lips curve in an enticing smirk, as his hardness presses my sex through the too-small gym shorts covering it.

"Give me a three-minute head start then meet me in the bathroom, handsome," I say, putting a hand to his chest, a big mistake as Treyton is only wearing a thin wifebeater shirt, allowing my hyperalert fingertips to feel the strong muscles of his chest and wind my libido tighter than a bank vault. He notices the flare in my eyes and chuckles deep in his throat as I reluctantly scamper off.

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Shutting the door behind me, I cross my arms and pull my old, raggedy college shirt off and plop right onto the closed toilet to loosen and slip of my Sperry's. I stand back up and shimmy my shorts down my legs, then step out of them before pulling open the top draw of the vanity.

I give myself a little spritz of the perfume I happen to know is his favorite on me, admiring my white lace bra and panties set for a quick second, and shuffle through drawer for something to tie up my hair with. I flip my head to gather all of my pale blond hair in a quick ponytail since I can't get enough of his lips on my neck, then feel the warmth of palms on my hips and see two strong, tan legs behind mine. "I thought I was going to get three minutes to get ready for you, Trey," I say standing up and seeing the reflection of the attractive man behind me.

"You know I'm bad at math sweetheart," he mumbles, his face pressed to the side of my temple, his tepid breath on my skin.

My knees weaken within seconds, and I put a hand on his bicep as the other grasps around his neck to keep myself standing. The fingers on my lower waist send possessive vibes that remind me this man will protect me until the end, and I melt into him at the touch of his lips on the rim of my ear, my lady-parts longing and begging for us to move along so they can feel complete again as he fills me. "Of my fffff... Trreyt..."

The home we bought is very modern and the bathroom in the main section of the house happens to feature a door that leads to a breezeway-type corridor in the back of the house. Fortunately, the walls are two-way glass, or our new neighbors would get a show as Treyton gently turns me away from the vanity and presses me to the wall,.

Our bodies move together as I'm flattened, his tongue torturing the outer edge of my ear before doing the same along my jawline. We become a mangled fusion of skin, bones, and lust as we thoroughly embrace our 'newlywed' status. Trey cradles the back of my head, whispering "Jenni" as quiet as a ghost, pulling my hips in so that his restrained cock throbs against my pussy. Our tongues glide everywhere they can in each other's mouths.

Nothing but sexuality fills the air as I briefly slip from his arms and step into the hallway, my husband right behind me. He closes the door as our bodies are drawn back together so close that a slip of paper would have trouble fitting between us as we have a searing hot kiss. "The universe would never let anyone as incredible as you be mine,". My hands dig into his sandalwood hair and hold him close, as if he'd even think of pulling away.

A single finger trails down his face then traces over his lips while I whisper, "Then let's enjoy this before it finds out,". The echoing sounds of our kissing turns me on harder as we softly stumble together. Treyton and I only break the kiss when our lungs burn due to lack of oxygen, and even then, I still feel the faint touch of his lips and the heaviness of his breath on my shoulder.

I turn my head to the side as my husband catches enough breath to begin a soft sweep of his mouth slowly up and down my neck. He tenderly palms and swats my ass, my body smoothly twisting so that my back is to his manly chest and his stiffness kisses the top of my panties. Trey isn't a man who goes right for a woman's treasure the minutes it's available, and that's one of the first reasons I began to fall so deeply for him, the fact that's he's invested in both of us getting the best out of intimacy a not just himself.

Soft moans slip from my throat as his patient, sensual hands wander my figure. My hand faintly holds his, guiding to the moist cotton of my underwear, myself wanting him to know just how turned on I feel despite my inability to form words right now. He gives my shoulder a tender, massaging squeeze, melting away all tension left in my being.

His fingers trail across my back and sneak under the band of my bra, "Your skin is smoother than glass," he whispers into my ear, his fingers sliding out from under the band and seamlessly unlocking the clasp. Treyton slips two fingers under each shoulder straps, burrowing his lips into the crevice of my neck as they slide under each, briefly down my chest until the straps droop on my upper arms, the drift down, slowly exposing my naked chest as my bra falls to the floor with a meager thump.

I whimper as his body heat caresses me, his hands taking a lazy river style tour of me. I turn back to face him, his lips meeting mine halfway through, his hands continuing on my back as our carnal lips carry on with deep-rooted passion. My hand moves to the bulge concealed by his briefs rubbing, petting, and squeezing the hefty package inside as I whimper, "babe.. please... o my god please". Trey absentmindedly strokes his thumb up and down between my shoulder blades as our mouths slant and our tongues swirl. Very carefully, he walks me backwards against another wall and with a rather sexy, low growl he takes my mouth a breathtaking kiss that would've sent me to my knees if I weren't held so air-tight already.

Treyton mercifully grants me a chance to take in a few breaths, my mind so focused on consuming air that I barely acknowledge his thumbs weaving in and hooking to the waist of my undies until he begins his slow, seductive descent to the floor, his faint mumble, "Its so fucking..." his words trailing off, his mouth instead kissing every few inches of my bare skin.

The mischievous gleam in his eyes tells me that I'm in for some hearty cunnilingus, my hands flying to his robust shoulders.

Gradual, jagged breathing rapidly becomes heavily weighted panting as my hubby laps at my heated core. I put my head back as Trey's hand lands behind my leg and pulls it over his shoulder, holding me wide open for him as I hear him take in the scent of my arousal. "Treyton yeees..." I simultaneously beg and praise. My hands begin, of their own accord, to play and tease my own stirred-up nipples as his mouth returns to my pussy.

His stout thumb tickles my touchy nub as he eagerly licks my folds as childhood lollipop. The pointed attention to my sex fuels my need for release, certainly when his tongue drags painfully slow over the length of my slit. I moan in pleasure at the sexy sensations I'm getting and desire for more.

My labia are undoubtedly shining with the sunlight streaming through the glass, along with his added saliva. I bite my lip hard, straining a moan, while he enjoys the alluring bounty amidst my thighs. The thrill of oral is mutual, for sure, but Treyton doesn't have an unstoppable orgasmic snowball racing through him!

Fingers twine through his gorgeous hair as his he bobs in and out of my enflamed pussy lips. My husband parts my labia, plunging his tongue in to lick deeper as my fingertips dig into his skull. My groans spread through the space when his licks grow more zealous, my hips roll on auto pilot, gyrating on his wanton tongue. Trey hums in my pussy and the reverberations egg on my current imminence, adding a dirty wink while engulfing my touchy clit. Shaking his head like a dog with a toy, he sucks any remaining resistance from me, one hand on top of the other as I press hard against his head, my head dropping back as I scream through gritted teeth!

The man I love lays flat in my corridor, both legs quivering after such a large release, and he gently holds my calves, then his hands move under my thighs as my sopping vagina swallows his dick. Now that he's completely immersed, I grin, proudly straddling him with the conviction of a pro jockey with years of experience. Treyton's hands rest on my waist as I top him, leaning so close that he will feel my breasts drag on his chest as I ride his cock. I wiggle my ass just a tiny bit as I settle into position, loving the way I can feel every inch of his length.

I start riding my man slow, they pressure in my muscles turning into ecstasy at the wonderful sound of his groans. Picking up my pace, a quick smack on my arse marks his approval, egging me on to grind faster and harder.

His rock-hard dick darting in and out made a racy squelching sound that I will never get tired of!

Trey's hand caress and drift over my backside in such an irresistible way, massaging and kneading my flesh as if it's the greatest thing he's ever felt! One ever slides up my concave back, grasping my shoulder as I cowgirl his rock-hard boner.

Putting a hand to the floor by his neck, I push myself up some, feeling my own self getting a little heated. My husband doesn't miss a beat, a hand coasting up my stomach and past my ribs, palming and discreetly groping my breast. Treyton subtly pumps himself into me as I ride him, my intensity hindered by positioning, though his and my enthusiasm is unwavering.

The look in his eyes is so tempting and inviting that I worry if our eyes stay locked any longer I might give myself over entirely, allowing him all the power and control over me! In reality, I remind myself that I did not marry a man who would take advantage of my total submission, but force myself to turn away, my back now to his face! Though I do intend to carry on, my husband seems to have something else in mind, his arm around my lower stomach and a hand flat on my chest as he lays my body atop his in a position we've only explored a handful of times before.

I put my hands on the ground on either side of his left shoulder as Trey stimulates my excited bean. I gently rock myself back and forth as his spare hand freely roams my body, panting like a marathon runner and he grunt and mumbles naughty things to me. I take over with my clitoris, sitting a bit taller as loud squeaks and clipped wailing leave my throat! My man holds my hips and strokes my skin while my pushes grow harder and harder!

Tucking my feet under his muscled legs, I fight how hard my legs want to close as I have my second orgasm. Thank fucking goodness it isn't nearly as powerful as the previous but I'm really appreciating the new feeling of this angle. Granted, you're not pushing as deep, but I really like the way it feels as you stab-in-and-out.

I will never, in a million lifetimes, get over how good his hands feel on my body, especially when they're moving around, not settling anywhere, just caressing my skin, touching each and every pore, enticing each nerve ending under my skin.

My face contorts in a mix of pain and relief and excitement as you and I lead towards another spectacular precipice. Those masculine hands hold me, not to keep me still, just safe, as I rupture my liquid libido onto your cock, and it drips down to your nuts. Treyton's lips softly press to mine as I twist myself to face him as my body rejuvenates.

Gently helping to the floor, my hubby murmurs, "You are way too beautiful and hot and amazing. I can't believe I get you all to myself," laying on his side, the tips of his fingers softly stroking my stomach.

"As long as that goes both ways, hubby," I tease, gently pressing him onto his back.

Sitting up, I position myself between his thighs as my lover props himself up on his elbows to watch. Holding my hair to the side, I lean forward, rubbing the head along my lips like Chapstick. My bare breasts dangle from my chest and brush against his toned thighs as I take his eye-catching penis into my mouth once more.

"Mmmmmm... mmm...," I moan, looking into his alluring eyes and tell him, as if he doesn't already know, "I really love your cock, babe" surrounding it with my lips. I feel it on the inside of my cheeks as I properly suck the way a wife should. The subtle salty-sweaty taste of his erection is delectable as warm saliva whirls around that boner. I close my eyes and dive right in, bobbing my head up and down and up and down...

Trey's swollen girth slips in and out, in and out several times over while I'm jacking him off, tucking a loose hair behind my ear to keep it from interfering. My tender grip on the base increases some while I heartily bob on him, utilizing every last drop of saliva I can muster to orally and visually pleasure my man.

A handful more strokes in my mouth happen then I let him free of my mouth. Taking a deep breath, his scent reminds me just how good my husband tastes anytime I take him all the way. We sit in quite for a short minute, the only sounds are those of our panting breaths, then I grab the base and bottom of his shaft, pointing his helmet straight at his chin, and seductively lick all over his right testicle. I carefully take it in my mouth and juggle it with my tongue, then the same to the left. I teasingly lick serpentine patterns on my husband's sac, and ever slowly, lick to the base of his manhood. As I give a few licks more, about ready to finish, I glimpse up and request, "Fill my mouth, sweet man. I want to swallow every droplet you can give me,".

A minute passes by and I hear his breathing change, his breath getting a tiny quicker, and I know my hubby is close to his brink. It's time for the sexual kryptonite that I learned during my 'party girl' phase in college. I plunge as low as I can but as I pull back, I swirl my tongue around his tip and wrap in a libidinous vise! Treyton's face flushes and I feel his dick quivering as I move in nice and slow, my tongue trailing along his length.

The very first shot from him hits the back of my tongue and I pop off right away, aiming my forever lover's cock head right at my gaping mouth. Number two shoots onto my bottom lip and some drips off my chin onto my chest as lick my lip clean. I wring Trey's cock like a cow's udder, exhilarated every time I feel his cum decorate my cheeks or nose. I turn and caress Trey's waning erection against my cheek as the last driblets peter out.

Looking up at him, I smile as I wipe his seed from my skin and suck my fingers clean. There's no doubt in my mind I look like a hot mess right now but there is nothing but absolute love glowing in my man's eyes. A strong sense of pride fills me, and nipples harden yet again, but less with arousal this time around. I deftly kiss your stomach, then chest, and chin, before our lips reunite, our tongues suppliant to partake and doing to in a much more civilized manner than they had. "I really enjoy our 'alone time',".

A soft chuckle rumbling from his chest, Treyton says, "I do too wife," pausing to swipe some of my hair back, then asks, "Does anyone know that we're back?"

Puzzled, I answer, "Not that I can think of. Why?"

A funny smirk appears on his mouth as he answers, "Why don't we keep it that way?" Turning onto his side with me safe and secure in the arms of my true love.