by Writing Shark
You show your wife her place in your life
“Yes!” she shrieks as your fingers claw into her hair and pull her head back roughly. Hellen is so good, so intelligent and beautiful. “Yes show me who I belong to. Fuck yes James! Fuck me and make me useful! I’m all yours!” You don’t know if her voice comes through the door, down the hall to your daughters’ rooms but you don’t care. It’s exactly what you want. Slamming, your hand lands on her skin, leaving a red imprint on her ass. Hellen yelps with horniness and pain, both the same for her, you have trained her well. With all your might you ride her, holding her in place by her hair and so high, her arms dangle under her in search for support. “Honey I’m coming” she gasps and you hear worry in her voice. As a good woman she knows for years that her orgasms belong to you but of course she must not interrupt your fun. “Please hit me master or I will cum!”
“Come for me you horny bitch!” you command and immediately feel your wife tense up under you.
“Thank you! Oh thank you my god! James!” Then you feel her juice shoot out between you. Hellen gasps and moans, yanking on her hair as you hold her in place. Her whole body spasms under your hands, jolts against you and cramps around your dick deep in her.
“Come for me my fucked up love! Keep going!” You keep pounding into her, moving the way you know she likes it, and you slap her sore pussy with just the right amount of force until you’ve pushed her orgasm to the max. You know how to make your woman come and her body is getting more limp with every second. You loosen your grip on her hair and Hellen sinks to your feet while your cock slides out of her straining cunt with a whimper from her. Then you can admire her wet, trembling body beneath you. It’s time.
You move a little and Hellen wearily lifts her head. With an amorous but exhausted smile she tries to lift her leg for you but it takes your strong arms to help her.
“Thank you” she whispers.
“I’ll get you going again” you grin and rub your swollen glans over her clit.
“Yes please,” she smiles and even moves a little with you as you get into position. “Please make me useful.” You slowly penetrate her and her breathing quickens, not so self-destructive this time. It’s time to show her your affection in a tender way, too. Because even though Hellen belongs to you, even though she did terribly stupid and destructive things in the early days of your love, you love this woman idolatrously and you know that her delicate body and fragile mind need your closeness now. With your arms you lift her leg over your shoulder, then you turn her body to the side while she looks between her legs. First she closes her eyes as you thrust into her hole, then she looks at you while you apply no pressure, just caressing her skin and kissing the sore spot on her leg where your teeth dug into her before. “Because of you, I function” she whispers.
“And you make me perfect” you reply “You make me so happy. And perfect.”
“You are perfect for me. Thank you…I am so grateful.” It is an intimate moment, tender and full of unity between you. You never argue, Hellen is too obedient and grateful to you for that. But you listen to her advice and her wishes, fulfill them as long as they are good for her and useful for you. You take care of your children as she does. You are a perfect match.
“I love to rule over you” you say. You don’t bring up this subject often. Even though everyone in the family knows their place, when everyone knows who is at the top of the hierarchy, sometimes you are still the boy from high school and Hellen is the sexy cheerleader who can have it all. She’s told you many times that this idea makes her uncomfortable and you’ve done your best to protect her from the world she almost fell into. But tonight something is different. Hellen senses it, she’s smart.
“I love that you’re in charge of me, honey,” she says with love in her voice. “You are so good at it. You are so good to me and the girls. Everything I do alone ends in disaster. We both know that. And your daughters know it too.” You’ve talked about Alice and Gemma many times while you were having sex. You decided that, and Hellen respects your needs. Even today. And even today, she knows what to say to help you. “You always make the right decisions honey. That’s also why I love you so much. And also why our daughters love you so much.” You speed up your thrusts a bit and Hellen moans in satisfaction as you send adrenaline coursing through her body. “We are not able to take care of ourselves James. We need you. Honey your girls need you.” With your hand you pull her head towards you and Hellen kisses you as deeply and lovingly as ever. The kiss is tender at first, then demanding, then she gives herself to you and lets you lead her like a good wife.
You two continue like this for some time, confessing your love and affection, kissing and caressing each other. Hellen is beautiful, supple and desirable and you want her again and again. But you are a man and you have a plan, a task. Your fingers are just running over your wife’s skin, making her purr like a well-behaved kitten. You admire her beauty and she bathes in your touch. Then you pat her breasts and she looks at you.
“Then let’s talk about our daughters.” And Hellen understands.
“Is it time?” This is the most important moment of your life. Ever since you married Hellen, you’ve been working toward this. And Hellen feels the same way. “Is it finally time? Are you giving us the future we’ve always wanted?” Her face lights up in joyful anticipation. She speaks of herself and her daughters. Alice and Gemma. And you nod. “Save us James,” she coos, tears welling in her eyes. Salty tears trickle down her cheek while beads of sweat gather between her quivering breasts. “Save us from the world.”
“Alone you are lost” you admit to yourself and you and your wife forge a bond stronger than blood or marriage.
Finally, you dump your load onto your wife’s welcoming body. She squats in front of you, leaning back, legs tucked under her, arms spread and hands on the sheets. She is happy and your cum mixes with her tears of joy as you finally, after all these years, take the final step to make her the woman that is perfect for you.
“Tomorrow we start.”
Writing Shark 