He smiles at you, looks you deep in your eyes. "I'd like that, too." Removing the tray with food to the bedside table, he motions for you to straddle him. He embraces you as you slide down upon his now-hard member, his lips on your neck, gently caressing you. You slowly ride him, your bodies pressed together, kissing each other, caressing each other. Sensual, romantic, more than sexual and passionate. It fills you with that inner glow of happiness again, and a deep satisfaction as you feel him fill you up.
The day is filled with more sexual encounters. "Use me whenever you feel like it," you had told him. Sometimes, it's more of the loving, sensual kind. Other times, it's more as if he's using you, but that feeling of being used, of your purpose being to satisfy your husbands needs, sends sexual thrills down your spine. You honestly come more when you're 'used' than from the more romantic ones.
After a rather active morning, you decide to invite Carl and Susanne over for dinner later in the evening. A lot of your day is spent in the kitchen, preparing your dinner. You find that you are a woman who really does know her way around the kitchen, though your weak frame needs a bit of help from Peter when it comes to lifting the heavier pots and things like that.
Whenever there's time for a break, you try to sneak in a bit of Peters lovely cock. His stamina is amazing. Not so much in how long he lasts, but in how many times he's been able to come today.
With guests about to arrive, you discuss whether you're going to tell them you're trying for a child. You're unsure, remembering your dream and fearing that Carl might react negatively, but though you voice your concern, you know that ultimately, you'll go with what your husband decides. That's the way your dynamic works, and that's the way you want it to be.
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