Awesome Woman

Infertility can cause a wide variety of emotions in a married couple who desperately want children. When you are a Christian couple there are even the added pressures that our good well meaning brothers and sisters in Christ can create. For over ten years of our marriage we prayed and received many prayers for God to bless us with children. Every now and then congregational members or even pastors prophesied that we would receive a "quiver full of little arrows". Despite everything those blessings unfortunately never transpired.

In 1996 after twelve years of marriage my lovely wife was 33 years old and I was 41. We received military orders to a small American unit in the Netherlands. Shortly after arriving we settled in very well to Dutch lifestyle. My wife and I found out we qualified for assistance at the local hospital for infertility assistance. After under going tests, being poked and prodded, the doctors prescribed hormonal shots for my wife. New calendars highlighted her cycles with hearts on those "best opportunity" special days. I willingly had to forego s.e.xy tighty whities and opt for the breezy boxers. My pleasurable long hot showers were replaced by cold short showers. I did not mind because my lovely wife had to endure giving herself hormone shots. Aside from the uncertainty of the outcome, the regimented baby making episodes made my lovely normally shy quiet wife, very horny.

After about six months of the clinical regiment I had received orders for a tour in the Middle East, so we decided to take a romantic getaway weekend to a secluded hotel in neighboring Germany. Fasching, the German Carnival, was happening in the rural countryside. So there would be plenty of fun German folks band and fun moments.

The scenic back road curved along the German hilly countryside dotted with quaint old world villages. This particular beautiful spring day I couldn't help but notice the attractive lady I had married sitting next to me. Her makeup and hair was, as always, perfectly arranged. My Lady's Amarige perfume lightly scented the air in our car. Today my usually talkative passenger seemed preoccupied, maybe a little nervous and fidgety, continually crossing and uncrossing her long legs. When I asked if something was wrong she politely answered, "No, just thinking about our early days in Germany."

Looking at her I responded, "We had a great time didn't we?" Turning her head to look at me she said softly, "Yes we did." God had blessed me so much with this wonderful caring woman. So with that said I retreated back to my silence and focused on the road. After a while I glanced once again to my right and looked at her pretty burgundy blouse, her soft creamy cleavage of her b.r.e.a.s.ts frequently peeked through the top of the unbuttoned buttons. I so hoped to catch a glimpse…just quick peek…for that one opportunistic moment that I could catch a glimpse into her blouse when it opened between the buttons.

As we passed different towns on our way to our destination I became oblivious to how far we had come. Watching my beautiful wife I reflected on how much I love her and the joy of becoming one with her. "Your two b.r.e.a.s.ts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus."

I was lost deep in my repeating visions, my pulse quickened and the arousal was growing deep inside my heart. I continued to daydream about seducing the Godly woman God had brought into my life. My heart rejoices when I think of how she completes me. We continually marvel how in God's plan; He d.e.s.i.r.es for us, husband and wife, to have a s.e.x.u.a.l d.e.s.i.r.e for each other and enjoy becoming one. Although private automobile exhibitionism was a bit beyond My Love's comfort zone I wanted so much to place my hand s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.ely on her left t.h.i.g.h. My thoughts now reenacted over and over of how my lovely wife would take my hand, then place it on her l.a.p, letting it slide down her rough jean fabric down between her legs. Then begin to stroke that special junction. Setting aside my emerging e.r.o.t.i.c thoughts I looked at her lovely face again, then reached over and tenderly stroked the side of her soft cheek. At that moment My Love looked at me, smiled and then commented on the beauty of little town we were driving into.

Winding through the countryside we finally arrived at our destination. Slowing down I pulled into the small parking lot beside the medieval hotel. After finding a park spot we stepped out of the car and went around to the back of the car. We met each other and embraced in a young lover's passionate kiss, then got our luggage out of the car. While checking into the hotel My Love spoke German laughing with the clerk behind the desk. I took joy in watching her laugh while her cheeks turned a rosy color. When I asked her what he had said she remarked something about placing us in his honeymoon suite.

Looking around I found the lobby and dining area to be a typical old German hotel with old world wood paneling and the typical narrow winding staircase leading to the second floor. Like the many cozy family run hotels we had stayed through out my military career. Grabbing our weekend case I followed my lovely wife up the stairs. Looking up my eyes became fixed on watching her round b.u.t.t cheeks as they alternated in a rhythmic pendulum swaying back and forth as she ascended up the stairs. Oh how I love that womanly a.s.s. Once again I felt my c.o.c.k twitching within my jeans.

Opening the door to our room we were pleasantly surprised to find the room completely renovated. The room included our own private bathroom, unusual for this type of a hotel. After a brief inspection of the room I glanced at my gorgeous wife and smiled. Not just that simple smile, but the smile that meant come here I now I need to kiss you. We slowly walked toward each other; one of my arms went around her waist while the other hand reached up and stroked softly the side of her precious face.

I quietly whispered in her ear "My Love, I love you so much." "You are my everything."

She whispered back, "I look very much forward to spending this weekend you."

With that said she reached down between us, took her petite hand and lightly stroked my c.o.c.k. My hand slid along her backside then followed her spine down past the small of her back, between her a.s.s cheeks and grasped her rump. Our lips met and our tongues passionately danced the dance of love, intertwined, and then stroked its mate longed to be held. Lips gracefully, s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.ely, touched each other continually moving in a passion that we had shared many years. Hands gently stroking each others face and clothed body. Yet unspoken words of love and silent whispers set aside by very familiar tender touching. As my left hand reached its destination and started c.a.r.e.s.sing her a.s.s, her long legs spread a little apart. My right hand started to unbutton her blouse slowly one button at a time. I was pleasantly surprised that my shy proper Christian wife was not been wearing a bra. When I unbuttoned her last button the back of my fingers brushed the underside of her b.r.e.a.s.t, then I briefly and tenderly brushed the upper side of her b.r.e.a.s.ts. Feeling her soft firm b.r.e.a.s.ts, my hands cupped and brushed never squeezing harshly. As we stood there embraced we danced a slow silent dance her firm b.r.e.a.s.ts exposed and pressing to my c.h.e.s.t. The music in my mind sang of our spiritual and physical love.

After a few moments of intimately embracing, my s.e.xy wife stopped c.a.r.e.s.sing my crotch and released me. I bent down and with my lips tasting the saltiness of her sweat between her b.r.e.a.s.ts, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her cleavage. She turned around and then looked over her shoulder, her seductive eyes penetrated me. "You are going to have to wait a few minutes I have something special to wear for you." She reached into our suitcase and pulled out a pretty soft pink bag. She smiled, held my hands, then looked into my eyes and said, "All day I have been thinking of our time here together. All the way here I d.e.s.i.r.ed to have you deep inside me. I wanted so much to unzip my pants and touch myself for you. One point on the trip I wanted you to find a secluded area and bend me over the hood of the car and take me from behind, right there and then. Finally after losing myself in many pleasurable thoughts, we are here alone. Pull the dr.a.p.es honey, because we are not leaving the room. Now I want to change my clothes into something more comfortable."

After I picked my jaw up off the floor I watched My Love turn and enter into the bathroom. I ran over to the windows and closed the curtains on the quaint German town. After clearing the bed I happily surrendered my own thoughts to the wanton d.e.s.i.r.es my s.e.xy wife had created in my mind. After all there were the possible adventures on the return journey back home.

As many patient men do I waited for what seemed to be forever. I walked back and forth picking up the room as I tried to keep my s.e.x.u.a.l thoughts creatively active to keep my hard c.o.c.k from softening. I reached into my pants and felt the hot hardness of my flesh. Wanting to be hard for my love, but as moments passed, so did it….then the door opened.

My precious bashful wife was dressed in an extremely seductive black Teddy with black lace "peek-a-boo" open cups exposing her beautiful rounded full b.r.e.a.s.ts with a very open backside showing off her voluptuous rump cheeks. Her ensemble was enhanced with diamond bracelets, ear rings and impressive black stiletto shoes. Wow… viewing my Love's exposed rounded curves was all the resuscitation my c.o.c.k needed.

She sauntered right up to me and seductively she motioned me with her finger and said, "Come here Love I want to show you something."

Following my born again s.e.xy lady I touched the smooth flesh of her n.a.k.e.d rump. Looking into the bathroom the four walls are mirrored; the vanity had a double sink, situated on a thick wide black shiny cold granite counter top. As My Love turned to face me she spread her legs slightly and braced herself against the edge of the counter top, then put her hands behind her head, in a Marilyn Monroe pose, then said, "Hey Mr. Photographer I have an idea for a photo shoot."

I ran into the other room and opened my camera bag. With camera in hand I peeked around the corner of the bathroom. My remarkable Queen was sitting on her throne, the smooth cold black granite. With her back against a mirror; her legs were spread wide using the vanity bowls to sturdy her stilettos. Her fine-full ample b.r.e.a.s.ts were exposed. The black lace Teddy covered her modest tummy but revealed a tightly snapped fabric covering and to my delightful surprise, a smooth clean shaven mound. Her eyes were closed while she was beginning to c.a.r.e.s.s her left b.r.e.a.s.t. Then with her other hand teased her right n.i.p.p.l.e till it was fully erect while her twisting tongue moistened her lips.

My mind was trying to grasp this seductively e.r.o.t.i.c event unfolding before my eyes. My body knew how to respond, my c.o.c.k was already about to explode. With all my attention on her majesty I bowed and asked her, "So My Lady how can I be of service to my Queen?" She looked at me, "This granite is so cold it sends shivers up my spine but at the same time it stirs something deep, deep inside my p.u.s.s.y…. My n.i.p.p.l.es are so s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e…So Mr. Photographer lets see if you can keep your attention and enjoy photographing me while I enjoy pleasuring myself for my lover."

I started taking various pictures as she moved into a variety of e.r.o.t.i.c poses. She became one with the camera and oblivious to me. "How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded t.h.i.g.hs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies."

My Queen watched her reflection in the mirrors as she began to blossom into an e.r.o.t.i.c beautiful red flower. Her pedals opening as her dainty hands glided down her smooth tummy. While lightly touching her covered mound, her slim fingers slipped under the fabric pressing inward to tease her own flower. Pulling her slim fingers back out she delicately unsnapped the crotch on her Teddy. Then fully inserted first one finger, then two, she began to draw her own nectar as a hummingbird drinks from the flower. Instinctively she spread her lips apart and began slowly stroking her tight sweet-smelling blossom. She made passionate love to herself while I watched through my round camera lens, and then she told me, "Honey get on your knees now."

Immediately I dropped to my knees. My lens view was looking directly at her p.u.s.s.y while she spread her beautiful legs further apart. "Take a close up picture of me and what I am doing….really close Love". I brought my camera lens closer to photograph her taking her fingers and spreading her p.u.s.s.y lips apart. I could smell her fragrant aroma of her wine flowing from her. Cl.i.c.k.i.n.g my shutter faster her hands began to stroke deeper into her p.u.s.s.y…slow at first…then faster…then faster. Stopping occasionally to rub her mound completely and taking her index finger rub her c.l.i.t. I looked up and her eyes were closed and her tongue licked her lips then she inserted three fingers deep inside stroked faster and faster.

Watching in pure amazement as my Godly wife, the shy young woman I have grown older with and I love dearly, metamorphosed herself into a hot e.r.o.t.i.c s.e.x.u.a.l nymph. I refocused the camera and watched her p.u.s.s.y again swallow her three fingers as she began to rhythmically rock back and forth stroking her c.l.i.t. Her p.u.s.s.y inhaled her small thin fingers once again, soon the beautiful rhythmic music of her heavy breathing and the sweet crescendo of her stroking resounded in our honeymoon suite. Taking her p.u.s.s.y juiced fingers out she began circling her a.r.e.o.l.as. Then she dipped her fingers back into her p.u.s.s.y and spread more of her juices over her b.r.e.a.s.ts, first one then the other. I watched in delight as she took her now wet her fingers and started tasting her own hot love nectar. I wanted so much to be a little hummingbird and stick my tongue into her forbidden blossom and taste her nectar, her very sweet private love juice.

As I watched through my cameras lens I was transforming into a voyeur recording precious moments of my seductress enjoying herself in the flirtatious delight of pure s.e.x.u.a.l exhibitionism. I could see the intricacies of her ballet; a beautiful e.r.o.t.i.c woman pirouetting in her own self p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and really fully enjoying the exploration of her own body. Never loosing site of my better half, my whole being was enthralled with her orc.h.e.s.trated sensual movements. Sensing my c.o.c.k was so swollen I blindly reached into my pants just to give it some needed attention. My hand smeared the prec.u.m that was oozing out of its head down its shaft. Continuing to watch her I began to slowly stroke myself, I wanted so much to grab her legs, spread them and plunge myself deep within her. In the midst of my own growing physical p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e she withdrew her fingers from her p.u.s.s.y and put them in my mouth then said, "Put your camera down and drink my wine lover. I need to feel your tongue l.i.c.k.i.n.g my c.l.i.t." She surprised me. I had always wanted to perform cunninglus on my lovely wife but her prim convictions had always over ridden my d.e.s.i.r.e.

Quickly I put my camera on video mode and set it aside to record our passion. My dream was beginning to unfold before me. The yearning I have had for years to give my better half the secret p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e she so deserved is finally coming true. This was the v.i.r.g.i.nal moment; this is the point in time of her trusting me, to orally unlock her secret passions. Unsure on how I am to proceed, I squatted down on my knees and began my neophyte journey. This new s.e.x.u.a.l journey we are exploring together starts with her n.a.k.e.d legs exposed before me. They form a beautiful path directing my tongue toward the honor that she has so lovingly prepared for me. Moving slowly, tenderly, I began l.i.c.k.i.n.g the inside of her smooth inner legs.

My Queen spread her legs wider as my tongue figure skated lightly to just outside of her silky smooth shaven mound that safeguarded the gateway of her pleasurable Secret Place. My tongue continued on her inner t.h.i.g.hs leaving a moist path toward her inner lips. My Queen reached down, then spread her p.u.s.s.y's lips with her fingers and said, "Stop teasing me and lick my p.u.s.s.y you horny man." With that enticement I drove my wet tongue into her sweet tasting p.u.s.s.y. She then put both her calves on my shoulders and spread her knees even further apart. I danced my tongue's tip swirling around her delectable p.u.s.s.y's hot wet lips, exploring each fold. I found her c.l.i.t and began to focus my attention on her little p.e.n.i.s. Slowly, but with increased pressure, I repeatedly flicked my pointed tongue on its soft hood, trying to unlock her passion further. My lips s.u.c.k.e.d and tongue teased the little nub. Pulling and stroking it gently I could feel its hardness growing with each of my tongue touches. While continuing my new found oral p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e I traced my middle finger up her wet a.s.s crack and slid it into her dripping p.u.s.s.y.

Curling my finger up I found a another new s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot inside her, just opposite her c.l.i.t, and started to massage it. Her h.i.p.s started moving rhythmically on the hard granite. "Ohhhh hoooonnneyyyy that feels ssssoooo ggoooodd". Her hands grasped the back of my head, her fingers intertwined in my hair, then pulled my face deeper into her hot pumping pulsing p.u.s.s.y.

She now began to use my head as a instrument of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to please herself, moving it up and down as I continued to lick and stroke my finger inside her p.u.s.s.y. She is my wife, my love, and my mistress; I love being here now, at her secret place, giving her that special s.e.x.u.a.l oral p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Feeling her inhabitations lower and enjoying abundantly the new found p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of having her husband orally c.a.r.e.s.s her very private garden. Briefly my eyes looked up to her face watched as her face increasingly turned various shades of red. Her eyes were closed, and then opened rolling, head tilted back and her tongue l.i.c.k.i.n.g her lips. One of her hands released my head and began to massage her own b.r.e.a.s.ts, tweaking her hard n.i.p.p.l.es harder.

With all of my senses; I wanted to, no needed to, master the art of seeing, tasting, feeling her body react to sensual p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that I so d.e.s.i.r.ed to give. I love tasting the aromatic wine she creates, especially now that we both have drunk this special bouquet together. I am experiencing a sensual e.r.o.t.i.c love for a woman who trusts me to give her a new and abounded s.e.x.u.a.l p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. My left hand slid under her a.s.s lifting her, while my right hand's middle finger spread into her b.u.t.t cheeks. I began lifting her, pushing her p.u.s.s.y closer to my tongue. Suddenly she shoved her h.i.p.s in the air and released her first o.r.g.a.s.m.

After the euphoric o.r.g.a.s.m subsided My Queen slid off the vanity and consumed my tongue with her mouth. While we were kissing she undid my belt buckle, unzipped my pants and they dropped to the floor. She reached into my boxers and grabbed my hot pulsing c.o.c.k then pulled it hard out of my boxers. Without saying a word she slowly lowered to her knees, kissing my torso as she continued to her knees. This was not the first time she has s.u.c.k.e.d my c.o.c.k, but her new passionate artistic flair was obviously enhanced by the s.e.x.u.a.l euphoria she was experiencing. I pulled her hair back and was enjoying her beautiful face, her sensuous lips opened, and then her eyes looked up at me, while her mouth allowed my c.o.c.k to go down deeper, deeper, deeper into her throat. I could not believe it she slowly devoured all my c.o.c.k to its base. This was her first time deep throating my c.o.c.k. My Queen grasped my balls with her hands and squeezed. She began to slide her mouth up and down the full length of my c.o.c.k. On the upstroke when my c.o.c.k was almost completely out of her mouth her teeth slowly grazed its head. Teasingly she took her tongue and traced the length… then around the head… then took me deep into her throat once again…wow… Coming back up her hands grasped my shaft and her mouth locked onto my purple head while her tongue danced around trying to enter its closed opening. She looked again into my eyes and smiled, she was deliberately trying and succeeding in sending seismic shivers throughout my body. I knew I wouldn't last long and we had a special purpose for this weekend. I had to f.u.c.k her now, "My Queen please sit on your throne I want to f.u.c.k that intoxicating royal p.u.s.s.y of yours."

'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.' I had put off my garment; how could I put it on again? I had bathed my feet, how could I spoil them? My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost being yearned for him. I arose to open to my beloved and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt".

As I lifted My Queen up onto the warm granite vanity, she slowly spread her shapely legs wider. Her fingers massaging her wet, glistening and clean shaven mound; the inner sanctuary was once again opened and fully exposed. My lovely Queen's royal p.u.s.s.y is now beckoning silently the pleasurable service of my c.o.c.k into her private courtyard. Dainty fingers grasped my scepter and slowly pull its crown to her moist entrance. Pausing briefly at her gate she rubbed my c.o.c.k's head up and down the entire length of her p.u.s.s.y. Only stopping briefly several times for the pleasurable and teasingly enjoyment of rubbing my rounded s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e flesh against her hard erect c.l.i.t. Releasing her grasp of her scepter now at her w.o.m.bs entrance; she placed both hands on my a.s.s and slowly impaled her moist inner sanctuary.

Her tight beautiful p.u.s.s.y swallowed my hard shaft and I felt her moist heat surround me. Ohhhh how I love the feeling her p.u.s.s.y's moist heat as she slowly encompass around the head of my c.o.c.k. Looking into her eyes I loving told her, "Ohhhh you feel so wonderful inside M'Love." I continued to slide my c.o.c.k deeper, finally my shaft was fully engulfed and my balls came to rest against her a.s.s. While briefly enjoying her heat, I whispered in to her ear, "I love you My Honey." She quietly whispered back, "I love you also…I love feeling you inside me…" then she looked into my eyes, "Now f.u.c.k me my King… give it to me hard…I want to feel your royal juice running into me."

Together we increased our passionate love making rhythm, my hands reached for the mirror behind her to brace myself. Becoming "One" in unity, My Love put her arms around my neck and our mouths once again found each other. Our tongues danced, intertwined, while my c.o.c.k and her p.u.s.s.y; one also, slowly increased their own natural rhythm. Our passion increased, sweat now lubricated our bodies as our f.u.c.k.i.n.g rapidly increased in love's tempo. I wanted to f.u.c.k my e.r.o.t.i.c mistress wife as long as I could; desiring to give My Love as much s.e.x.u.a.l p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as possible. However deep inside a growing sensation was building within my balls. Forced in a holding pattern that was brought on by my beautiful wife's fantastic e.r.o.t.i.c behavior, they now ached to release my life initiating juice into her life creating w.o.m.b. Soon my muscles tightened, back arched and my h.i.p.s buried my c.o.c.k deep into her p.u.s.s.y. Pausing as my male potion erupted through my c.o.c.k, and then convulsed my life giving fluid deep within My Love.

I held myself deep with in her, in our oneness we continued to release, receive, hope and pray. After our climax subsided we continued holding each other kissing each other tasting our hot salty sweat. Picking My Love up I carried her to the bed. As I spooned her and wrapped my arms around her we joined hands and prayed for the union that would bring us life within her w.o.m.b. "I love you my Queen." "I love you my King."

THE END