by Writing Shark
A normal morning
With a satisfied smile you wake up like every morning and look forward to the new day. The rising sun penetrates through the curtains at the window and you lie still for a while, feeling the energy of the day flowing into your relaxed body.
“Good morning darling” sounds the voice of your beautiful wife from the door.
With a coffee cup in her hand and an angelic smile on her lips, Hellen scurries on bare feet across the carpet in the room to the bed she has been sharing with you joyfully and in love for a long, wonderful time now.
“Good morning darling” you smile, sitting up and looking at her body under the silk nightgown as your wife gracefully squats down on the bed next to you. Smiling lovely, she hands you the cup.
“Breakfast is ready and waiting for you downstairs” Hellen informs you, touching your arm longingly as you drink.
“I really do have a perfect wife” you smile, feeling the caffeine rev up your body. Hellen beams with joy as you pat her cheek with your hand. She lifts her fingers up, feels your skin on hers, closes her eyes and breathes a little faster. It has always been easy for you to show your wife that it will be a beautiful day. You take another strong sip of coffee while she snuggles up to your side and pulls her legs up to your body to be close to you, then you put the cup down and look into her big, loyal, deep, amorous eyes. “Come here.” With those words, you pull her close to you and Hellen giggles that slightly silly, perfectly content and happy giggle you love so much about her.
Then your lips touch and like every morning you are reminded of how it feels to have won life. A dainty kiss on the lips turns into an intimate exchange of closeness. Hellen tastes fantastic and has already brushed her teeth and showered while you slept into your morning. Your arms close around her body and pull her closer to you. Her nightgown lightly strokes your skin and her hair falls over your upper arm as she gasps and moans into your kiss. You have a beautiful woman.
“I love you so much” Hellen says after you release the kiss and push her away from you in a controlled manner. With your fingers gently wrapped around her neck she smiles blissfully with her eyes closed, licking her lips and enjoying your touch. She knows what you need.
At the same moment she opens her eyes, her gaze changes from amorous anticipation of the day to focused devotion and her eyes meet yours, you grip her tighter. Her shoulder blades rise full of energy, then you already push her down. She wants to help you but you are faster, pulling your pants off your legs while your other hand holds her body in position over your lap. For your wife it’s already a well-rehearsed ritual and she already opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue while you pull out your throbbing morning wood. Her eyes grow wide, every morning she seems surprised and shocked to see your manly size, and she pauses over your spear, your hand on her neck. Sometimes, like today, she brushes a strand of her hair out of her face so you can see everything, then your pants are down and your fingers dig into her hairline.
Hellen gags and coughs suppressed, her body convulses, her stomach rises and falls rapidly and her nostrils flare as tears well up in her eyes. You press her head deep onto your piston and feel her throat twitch and spasm around it as your hips thrust upward. You are full of energy and Hellen uses everything she has to accompany you into the day as she does every morning.
You love her ambition, her naive energy, her gullible nature, but most of all you love her panting right now, her hands clawing at the sheets and her body throwing itself at you in an attempt to impale itself as deep and hard as possible on your spear. Hellen is tight and you need several firm, powerful thrusts until you penetrate past her quivering lips tied in her throat. She makes a muffled moan and you feel her breath come out of her nose as her tongue, flattened by your flesh, forces its way out of her mouth and licks along the underside of your cock. Despite her love and devotion for you, your wife can’t quite swallow you whole, but you wouldn’t have married her if she wasn’t strong enough to fight for you. With a strangled gasp you yank her off your throbbing cock, spit and drool running from her mouth and connecting her to your spear through several thick threads. As she gasps and catches her breath, you lovingly stroke back a strand of her hair.
“‘I…’hove…you…” she gasps, exhausted and teary-eyed. Stands of salvia hang from her face and drip onto the sheets between her quivering breasts, her nipples trying to slice her nightgown into strips while her legs convulsively kick in the air.
“I love you too.” Then you grab her again and with a determined smile, your wife rams herself back onto your piston with your help. Immediately she gags and coughs as you push past her mouth and deep into her quivering throat. Hellen leans forward, cramping a little closer to you. You know she will be sad all day if she doesn’t manage to milk your juice directly down her greedy throat and you don’t want her to be sad. You love her.
Her butt spurts up, her nightgown slides down, you ram up one last time, push her head down and then you both feel it. Hellen tickles your testicles with her tongue while her lips touch your skin. You grab her head with both hands, holding it in place with all your might, and moan with pleasure as your balls contract and your juice surges through your cock against the insides of her neck. Hellen spasms, chokes, coughs and howls but she doesn’t let up as you paint her insides sticky white. Eight, nine, ten shots you fire deep inside her and you feel her hair between your fingers as you rob her of unneeded oxygen. Then her throat massages your shaft as she swallows your gift.
You loosen your grip but unlike before, Hellen slowly guides back from your cock. Inch by inch, you watch your shiny spear disappear from her until only the glans remains in her petite, beautiful mouth. With a loud ‘plop’ you pull out of her, Hellen swallows one last time, then she tears open her mouth, inhales deeply for quite some time and then falls lose between your legs.
She has given you a beautiful morning and to thank you, you stroke her head while she pumps oxygen back into her system, breathing heavily. Then she rises, swaying, her head bright red, her eyes fixed on you in love.
“I… ha… have… ha… breakfast is downstairs…” You smile, nodding, caressing her, pulling her quivering body close to you.
“Thanks honey.” Then you put her back in bed and rise.
“I love you.” Smiling, you walk out of the room.
Writing Shark 