As usual, this morning, my wife, and I woke up to the sun shining in our bedroom, the sounds of birds welcoming the new day, and had really great sex as she screamed thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! This has been our Sunday morning ritual for the last six years.
After she has had an oral orgasm, where she screams Alleluia, and then a fucking that makes my body shake like there's an earthquake under out house, we rolled out of bed and head for the shower.
The teaming hot water flows over our bodies as Annie kisses me deeply and her tongue explores my throat. Then she slowly slides her voluminous body down my chest and kneels on the porcelain bottom of the tub, looks up at me, licks her full lips and smiles; a gleam in her eyes.
She strokes my limp dick softly at first then the smile on her face becomes a vacuum and she sucks in my quickly hardening phallus as my legs begin to tremble. I grab the railing of the shower door and close my eyes. The pleasure is so intense I need to support myself to keep from falling.
Annie is relentless! Once I get hard she is like a leach wanting all of my hot cum instead of my blood. Her arms wrap around to my butt and she squeezes my cheeks and runs her long fingernails across each buttock.
Finally my body can stand no more delightful pleasures and I succumb to her mouth and spew my thick seed down her throat. Then I lifelessly slide down the tiles of the shower and lay on the bottom of the tub trying to catch my breath.
Slowly, Annie stands over me and then squats down. One more good tongue fuck as she sits on my face while I'm trying to catch my breath. Her smooth cunt makes me hungry for her all of the time. And my dick can't help but get hard once again.
But once she has her last licking, she just steps out of the shower, leaving me there on the floor of the tub. She turns and smiles then blows me a kiss. Suddenly, a chill passes through me and I roll myself over and step out of the shower also.
"Oh I love Sunday mornings!" she smiles as she dries her hair, her body still unclothed. Each curve is accentuated by the ambience of the sun shining through the uncovered windows that look out onto our five acres of property. She loves to watch the wildlife as it wanders through it.
I smile back and say, "I do too; best morning of the week!" My prick is still hard from the sex.
She always dresses in blue on Sunday mornings. And conservatively too; one would never know that she is the devil in bed. She's definitely the daughter of Eve! Not only would she take a bite from that apple, she'd also kiss the serpent.
Annie's the love of my life. She makes me happier than any man deserves to be and I want to do all that is in my power to keep her happy. Now don't get me wrong, because I am fearing man, but my beautiful wife is a luscious woman and almost every man in town admires her. My chest swells with pride that she has chosen to be by my side.
But there are other good women out there too. And for me, I like to shop around. Now I've never found a woman that can please me as Annie can, but variety is the spice of life after all.
I need more than what Annie can provide. Don't get me wrong, Annie's the best; I just like a few things that Annie can't bring herself to do. So I have a few special ladies from the church that I socialize with on Sundays. They're a little wilder than my Annie, but I need that sometimes.
Annie doesn't mind, she actually watches sometimes and takes pictures for me to look back on after the glow has faded. No, she never joins in; she wouldn't do that, but she likes to watch them and me.
And afterwards, when my lady friends have all gone home, she likes to listen to me talk about what we did. Sometimes she even masturbates while I'm telling her about how it made me feel when one of my women stuck her tongue up my ass. Or peed in my mouth. Then a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of doing those things.
Walking into the church, which is nearly full this morning, I feel the eyes of my ladies staring at Annie. These women don't particularly like my Annie because she has me every day of the week; not just on Sundays. And they don't really like her to be at home when we play; but oh well, she is my wife and I love her more than anyone in my life.
I look around and receive happy faces with sparkling eyes. Little winks and hidden waves come my way. These are, after all, married women. They can't let their husbands and children that they are my sluts.
The girls got together one afternoon, after we had started our discrete Sunday sex parties and decided to form a Sunday after church club to help the homeless. Our home was the meeting place. It was a good cover to protect them from the wrath of their husbands so that they never discovered their deceptions. Annie was made the president of the club and she carried her position well.
