(A) – This story contains anal play, including anal fingering and brief analingus.
(L) – This story contains strong language.
We all know marriage is hard, but Michael and Cristina had a love that transcended time, that had burned since before they even knew it.
They had been married a little over a year when Michael’s mind had gotten the best of him. After being sick almost the whole first year of their marriage, he had gotten sore and had slowly grown distant and sometimes even a bit mean. Cristina had been feeling it for a while and thought maybe some time apart and therapy would do them both some good. She felt torn between what her heart and body wanted and what her mind thought.
Michael, in his usual mood of late, was not happy about it, but he understood. He agreed it would be best if he moved out for a time. Despite the pain and relational tension, he promised Cristina this would not be permanent. “We will be back together. You are my forever.”
The time apart was hard on both of them, but they began making efforts to rekindle their connection as soon as possible.
One of these efforts was a date night: a simple affair of dinner and a movie on the couch.
Michael arrived at 7:00 sharp, making sure not to be late, flowers in hand, trying his best to remind Cristina of their love. She smiled and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. They went into the house and had some small talk as they looked for what to order for dinner.
Michael tried not to act like a nervous schoolboy, but he couldn’t help himself. Cristina—calm, cool, and collected—didn’t want him to get too excited, but she could see the love in his eyes.
They ordered dinner and put the movie on. Cristina grabbed a blanket and snuggled up close to Michael as he put his arm around her.
Thirty or forty minutes later, the food arrived, and they continued the movie as they ate.
After dinner, they took one last intermission from the movie, and Cristina went to put on a nightgown. As they snuggled back under the covers, Michael couldn’t help but glide his hand across her chest.
He took a deep breath, trying to hide his excitement as he felt her skin. But a part of him wondered if he’d gotten ahead of himself. She was still his wife, and he still loved her, but maybe their connection hadn’t quite been rebuilt enough for this yet.
“I’m sorry,” he said hesitantly.
She smiled and said, “For what?”
Michael stifled a sigh of relief, saying, “I just thought… Never mind.” With a bit of a smile himself, he said, “This reminds me of the times we spent on the couch at your old place.”
Cristina smiled again and readjusted her position to cuddle more comfortably. Michael gently fondled her, rubbing her arm, and every once in a while—unable to help himself, and now with implied permission—touching her chest.
With the movie still playing but now fading toward the background, Cristina placed her hand on Michael’s stomach under his shirt. Her touch was so soft, it was intoxicating.
Michael forced himself to keep it together. She knows I want to feel and taste her, he thought. But I know she will let me know when that time comes.
“It’s getting a little late,” Michael said, testing the waters and wondering if he should leave.
Cristina stood from the couch and took a few steps, unmistakably moving toward the bedroom. She looked back and said, “You can stay tonight… if you want.” Was that a hint of suggestion in her voice?
Michael took a deep breath, turned off the lamp, and followed her into the bedroom. He was careful not to say too much. He didn’t want to ruin the mood.
They both retreated to their sides of the bed like any other night. Michael started to undress as usual, then hesitated. He turned to face Cristina, and she had a childish smile on her face. He raised his eyebrow. Does she really want that? he wondered.
Back when their relationship had been better, she liked to watch him flip his penis free of his underwear; it gave her joy, somehow. But were they already so reconnected that she wanted to see that again? Michael wasn’t sure, but he thought that refusing would be worse than indulging her. So he pulled his underwear down and gave his member a little toss, making it bounce for her.
She smiled again, then began to slip under the covers. Michael tentatively smiled back, then followed suit. She turned her back to him and gave her butt a little wiggle, letting Michael know he needed to rub her butt as he used to do every night. He slid over and did just that, smiling ear to ear.
She pulled his arm around herself and scooted back into him, bringing his hips and groin up against her. Michael rubbed her butt, her thigh, and her tummy up to just under her breast, then rubbed her there as well.
Michael was in heaven as he felt Cristina doze off in his arms. After a while, he let her go and rolled over onto his back, debating whether or not to leave her be and slink off in the night.
Then he heard her stir and whisper in the dark room, “Can I come to daddy’s house?”
“Of course!” he replied.
She turned over and lay her head on his chest, hugging him close. She rubbed on him and brushed her hand across his dick. Michael released a breath as a jolt of tension gripped him. As she grabbed him and slowly stroked him, it was like heaven. He let out a slight moan.
She picked up her head and kissed him deeply, sighing, “Daddy…” She kissed her way down his torso before taking his cock in between her lips.
Michael had always been vocal, but tonight, he couldn’t contain the pleasure. It had been weeks since he had been touched sexually by the love of his life, and he could not suppress his vocalizations of joy and pleasure at their reunion.
Cristina’s mouth was so wet and her lips and tongue so soft. He felt an urge to grab her head and fuck her throat, but he didn’t feel that was appropriate for a time like this.
She felt his hips tighten like he was about to cum, so she stopped. “I want you inside of me,” she said as she turned over onto her back and pulled Michael on top of her.
He slid his dick up between her warm, wet pussy lips, and she moaned. She was so wet!
Michael slid in, feeling every inch of his dick ease into her. It was too much! He looked into her eyes, which were wide in amazement and obvious pleasure.
“I have to taste you!” he said as he pulled his dick out, glistening with her wetness.
As he dropped down to lick up the nectar that was running out of her, she placed her hands on the sides of her pussy and opened it for Michael’s open mouth and waiting tongue.
Using his tongue and lips, he pulled on her pussy lips, lapping and licking like a man possessed. He worked her clit to the point where she was about to cum, then slid two fingers inside her to work her G-spot. He stroked her sensitive insides until her hips were bucking up into his hungry mouth before pushing her legs up so he could get the juices that had run from her pussy to her ass. Michael licked it all up, his tongue working so deep between her cheeks that he ended up eating her ass too. Cristina let out a moan of sheer pleasure.
Michael came back up to kiss her, and she met him, sharing their most passionate kiss in weeks.
Cristina reached down and guided his dick into her waiting pussy, and they both moaned together as he sank into her depths. Michael leaned forward, brought her legs up, and started to stroke himself in and out of his wife’s loins. The wetness of their union echoed through the room, his dick glistening each time he pulled back. She lifted her head so she could look down and watch his cock pumping in and out of her. He rocked back on his heels so he could grab her feet and lick and suck on her toes. She moaned at the unexpected but sensual sensation.
He stroked her pussy more with his cock. Then, pushing her legs back, he leaned forward and started to force his dick back down into her deeper. She loved it. He closed his eyes and picked up the pace.
“CUM for me, Daddy!” she demanded.
“I’m going to cum, baby!” he replied.
They came together, kissing deeply through their climaxes. Michael stood up on the side of the bed to catch his breath.
Cristina said, “That was hot!”
“Really fucking hot!” Michael said.
Cristina, with lust in her eyes, smiled and crawled over, kneeling on the side of the bed. “Come here, let me clean you up!” She took Michael’s cum-covered dick back into her throat, lapping up every bit of their combined juices.
His cock quickly began stiffening again in her mouth. Michael struggled to remain standing as his body jerked. Cristina looked up at him and spun around, presenting him with a glimpse of her wet pussy waiting for more of his dick.
Michael stepped up behind his wanting and waiting wife and slid his thick dick into her. She reached out across the bed, and as Michael thrust into her, he drooled on her open ass. He slid his finger across her sensitive pucker, making it wet with his saliva.
She moaned, “Please, Daddy!”
With her encouragement, Michael slid a finger into her butt. She pushed back against it, and he continued to slide his dick in and out of her wet pussy.
“Open it for me!” Michael growled.
Cristina reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks for him.
Michael spat on her ass some more and asked, “Do you want more?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, “but be gentle.”
Michael slid in another finger, opening her up.
She moaned at the stretching sensation and cried out, “I’m cumming, Daddy!”
Michael fucked her harder while still fingering her ass. She came on his dick as Michael picked up the speed and came again.
After a few moments of exhausted panting, they decoupled their bodies and repositioned to kiss again.
Michael went to get a towel and a rag so he could clean up both of them.
They kissed and held each other through the rest of the night.
Early the next morning, they had to get dressed and head their separate ways.
Michael looked at Cristina. “I love you, Smoots!”
“I love you too, My Googley,” she replied.
They knew this wasn’t a one-chapter story. Though they parted ways for the time being, Michael’s previous promise rang true: they would be back together soon, and permanently, because they belonged to each other forever. What they shared wasn’t merely lust—it was love. And their story of reconnection would continue, no matter what tried to get in the way.
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