Thoughts and thrusts

"John?" Nicole asked after a while when the two of you had recovered from your bout of lovemaking.

"What is it, darling?" you asked, rolling on your side to look at her.

"I...I" she started, failing to continue when she burst out in tears. Distressed you pulled her close.

"What is it, sweetheart?" you asked, confused.

"John, it's so hard" your wife told you.

"What is?"

"You know how I was raised. To be a good Christian woman. Not to masturbate, not to covet men, to lust after them, everything. But then along you come and make me fall in love with you" she said. "You make me feel happy and safe and you respect my wishes. I fall in love so hard and we get married."

You nodded but didn't speak, instead looking into her eyes, wiping her tears away while waiting for her to continue.

"And now you show me how amazing it is to be in love with someone. Not spiritually, but physically. Oh, I love everything about it. I adore how you make me feel. I love feeling you on top of me" she said. A blush came to her cheeks and she bit her lip. "I love feeling you inside of me. Either in my mouth or my sex. And that's exactly what I feel bad about. John, I love you so much! I love you physically. I need you so much! It's like an ache. I feel great when I'm with you. But that's what is messing with my head. I desire you, your touch, your feel, your being inside of me. Once I hit puberty and I started getting questions, everybody from sister Montoya to my parents told me to feel bad about having feelings, about being curious."

You quietly listened to your wife talk, squeezing her hands gently as she tried to put her feelings into words.

"I never did anything, you know, sinful. But then I met you and before I really knew what had happened, we were dating and you'd asked me to marry you. Now we're doing things that were previously sinful, but are they suddenly no longer sinful now that we're married? It's so confusing, John!" She let out another sob so you let go of her hands and pulled her closer. "I feel so guilty about this!"

"It's okay, sweetheart" you said, trying to find the right words. You kissed her tears away and gave her a smile. "Nicole" you said after a moment, "I actually read up on this and talked to someone."

"Really?" a surprised Nicole asked, her emotional turmoil forgotten for the moment. "When? Why?" she wanted to know. You smiled and nodded.

"Because I want to be the best husband I can be for you. So I did some reading and I talked to a Christian relationship counsellor" you told her. "She told me a lot about what might happen and I think I can help you, sweetheart." Despite her tears from just a moment before, the beautiful blonde was all smiles, love, and curiosity.

"So what did you learn?" she asked.

"Well, first of all there's the most important part. You don't have to feel ashamed, Nicky. There's nothing shameful or sinful about our love. When we make love, we're only strengthening the sanctity of marriage. We're doing nothing wrong. Sex isn't wrong or dirty when it's within a marriage" you told her, recalling the words the counsellor had told you with perfect clarity.

"Really?" the blonde asked, studying you.

"Yes, baby. When we make love, we come closer together, we honour our vows, and may even make children. Isn't that what Jesus said? 'Go forth and multipy'?" you said. Hearing this Nicole giggled briefly.

"Those are your words. There's no way a counsellor said that, even if she is a Christian one" she told you.

"Yeah, that's true" you said, laughing. "You got me."

"But the rest is her, right?" she asked.

"Yes, it is. She told me that your guilt is not part of your teachings, sweetheart. It's internalised guilt over doing something that you were told not to do. But what everybody who told you not to masturbate or think of anything sexual neglected to tell you is that now that you're married, it's fine. It's more than fine, in fact" you told her, recalling what the counsellor had told you.

"Even the ... naughty stuff?" she asked.

"Even that" you said, smiling. "Maybe it didn't use to be, but even the Church has changed. The counsellor told me that we aren't just stuck to missionary" you told her.

"You asked her?!" Nicole exclaimed.

"I knew you never would, baby. So yes, I did ask her" you said. The face your wife made was one of perfect confusion and you couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I didn't tell her your name or what position you like most."

Nicole blushed. "Well, good" she said. Then a little of her spark resurfaced, that zest for life and love that she had always had, but that came out more and more when she was you. "Because I'm not sure the Church is ready for a girl who loves cowgirl as much as I do" she said with a giggle.

"There's my girl" you said, happy to see her tears forgotten and smiling again.

"Thank you" Nicole said, squeezing your hands. "It's just weird, you know? My entire childhood I was told premarital sex is bad and I guess it rubbed off on me as all sex being bad. But it's no, huh?"

"No, baby. It's not. You and me together, we are beautiful. Besides" you added with a smile. "If we're going to have children, how else are we going to do it? And we might as well have fun doing it, right?"

"Yes" Nicole agreed. She sat up and smiled at you. "Yes. So let's make love again."

"I love you" Nicole said. As she sat in your lap, riding you slowly, her breasts jiggled in front of your face and you were in Heaven. "Are you going to give me a baby soon?"

"I love you too, Nicky" you said, leaning up to kiss her breasts. "More than I could ever say."

"Yes? I want you to try anyway" she said, gasping when your lips closed around one of her stiff nipples. "Plese tell me how much you love me and why."

"Well, do you want spiritual or physical reasons first?" you asked, letting out a soft moan while she kept riding you.

"Physical first" she said, smiling down at you. "I know you love my body and I'm hoping that the more you tell me how much you love it, the more I'll love it too."

"Well, the things in my face are wonderful" you told her. You kissed her breasts once, then sucked on her nipples one at a time, loving the shiver that ran down your wife's spine.

"They always got in my way" Nicole said, "but you love them, don't you?"

"I do, Nicky. I love your big, round tits. Yes, I called them tits. I could also name them other things" you said, grinning.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well, there's melons, twins, girls, funbags, knockers, hooters" you started. Giggling your wife interrupted you.

"Okay, okay, that's enough" she said. "What would you call mine?"

"Well, I'm hoping we'll get twins so calling your breasts the twins is a little weird" you said, making her giggle again. "I'll stick with melons for now."

"They're not that big, though. I mean, yeah, they're big" Nicole said, making them jiggle for your benefit, "but not melon big."

"I love them regardless" you said, kissing them again while squeezing them. For a while you just lavished love on Nicole's big, soft breasts as she rode you, taking you deep inside of her nearly virginal pussy.

"Yeah..oh, baby" Nicole moaned, "it's so good. I love feeling you inside of me. You're all the way inside of me. Now keep talking, baby. Tell me more about what you love about my body." She put her hands on your chest, letting out soft, happy sighs as she rode you, slower now but never stopping.

"I love your lips. They are so full and kissable" you said, putting your money where your mouth was by putting yours on hers. "Plus they have learned how to suck cock pretty well." This made Nicole smile happily.

"It helps that you smell and taste so well" she said. "Plus it's just so nice when you're in my mouth. You're so warm and the pulsing, oh" she said, shuddering. "I love your sex so much, John."

"Tell me the right word" you said. "I need you to be dirty, sweetheart."

"But.." Nicole began.

"No, baby. Do it for me. Please. I love it when good girls go bad" you said, smiling.

"Oh yeah?" your wife asked, her smile turning into a grin. "Okay. For you. Only for you."

"This is going to be good" you said.

"Trust me" she promised. "But I want you to do something first."

"What is it?" you asked.

You had Nicole on all fours on the bed, with you behind her. You gave her the best you got as you took her doggystyle, making your wife moan, her big, firm breasts swaying with your every thrust. "Oh" she moaned over and over again, "yes, my love! Take me! Ravish me!" Just to show her you meant business you stopped.

"What's that, Nicky?" you asked.

"No, don't stop! Please! I'll say it! Please, John! Fuck me!" she said. "Oh, fuck me! I love it so much, baby! I love it when you fuck me! Your big cock in my tight little pussy!"

"Do you mean that or are you going to be ashamed of saying it after?" you asked.

"Both!" your wife said, looking over her shoulder. "I was a good girl but now that I know my husband has such a massive cock I'm a real slut! A whore for my big dicked husband!"

"Oh, baby" you said, thrusting into her again. "You know just what to say."

"You taught me well" she said, smiling before moaning again. "Now please, fuck me harder! Deeper! Oh, John, fuck me!" she exclaimed, a loud cry that you figured the entire island would hear. Not that you cared, because it meant you were doing your job and that everybody knew that you weren't only fucking your beautiful blonde wife, but also fucking her right.

"Oh..yes!" she cried out, "give it to me, baby! Fuck me hard! Make me come and give me my baby! Please!"