A Good Wife

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Arching my back and moaning just the way he liked it, I was doing my absolute best to give Maron the show he deserved while I rode him. My fat ass, now turning a shade of red darker from the force of it all, clapped lewdly against his pelvis already, and yet I added a slight buck to my hips to make it shake even more lewdly for him as well.

We didn’t speak much longer, instead electing to only be lost in the moment as we both bathed in the pleasure we gave one another. I hated to admit it reminded me of my days with Penelope, the two of us spending the evening together in bed, reveling in our triumphs of the day as we laid with one another, treating orgasms almost as a game to see who could make the other cum more.

However with him? I felt pampered. Even as I rode his cock he adjusted his body to make sure I remained comfortable. Even as my legs began to buck and hurt below me, while sitting on the ground, he silently put his hands on my hips and kissed my spine once again, as if to tell me to stop and rest.

“Stand up, my love. Let me make you more comfortable.” He whispered as he kissed my neck, causing me to moan uncontrollably sweet as I did what he said, standing up, as he lead me against the tub once again. He straddled the side of it, spreading his legs to give me ample room to sit on his cock and ride him with ease.

I lost track of the amount of orgasms he had given me, though these felt different than the ones he had given me the first night. While those were full of lust and depravity, these were full, rich, coming from the heart just as much as my loins.

I felt protected, rather than me needing to be the armor. His strong hands on my hips, while dormant now, reminded me of the weapon he could be when he wanted to be. I was allowed to be selfish, I was allowed to give control away, as this man, a speaker of the Gods, let me finally let loose of my own ambitions.

“Odysseia…” He moaned from behind me as I rode him, a pained strain to his voice and a deep growl leaving his throat. “I am about to cum… I do not wish to impregnate you before we are officially married under the eyes of Apollo.” He whispered, letting his hands go off of my waist to allow me to move.

I silently nodded before standing up, biting my lip as I turned and lowered myself to my knees with a smile. “Then cover my face and my chest, my husband. Allow me to wear your love like jewelry along my body, as a testament to my devotion to you.”

He smiled as he began to stroke his cock, and I could see the strain as his veins pulsed in his hand. He groaned, barbaric and lewd, as his cock twitched in his hand. I could see it before it happened, with only seconds to prepare as rope after rope of his warm, thick juices coating my skin, bathing me in his love as a loud, animalistic roar escaped his lips and filled my ears, almost as a testament and praise of my skill to him.

He practically collapsed back onto the bathtub, breathing heavily and moaning with a soft growl, though I could see the primal urges in his eyes start to dissipate as I watched from below.

“I… love you…” he panted, rolling his head back as I giggled in satisfaction, leaning in closer as I started to kiss and lick at his softening cock, one final gesture of loyalty to him as I fall into my new role in life.

“I love you too… my dearest husband…”