Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 60

She wasn't shy about showing him her breasts after how physical they were as a couple, but she hadn't meant to flash him her tits.

"I'm not trying to flash you. I just like looking at it. The Leif's wifey thing I mean," said Lynne sheepishly.

"I'm glad you like looking at it. Part of me was worried about that. I didn't want to be too mushy or corny....I'm so glad you like all your presents today. Now you see why I had to save these things for when you were on wife status. I just couldn't stand the thought of you playing me for an overly sentimental chump, giving you the stars in the sky and matching bra and panty set with my name on it, if you were just a girlfriend, who might embarrass me," he added with a gruff swat on her ass as she sat in his lap after he'd sat the milk mugs on their respective night tables.

"Yeah, I understand that, but I don't think it's too mushy or corny, hell I love this shit, you fill me up full of all those warm good feelings I missed out on, and it makes me feel even hornier for you Leify, I promise those mushy feelings travel straight to my pussy baby," murmured Lynne.

She leered at Leif. Her body felt well used for their mutual enjoyment, but she loved him so much, she didn't mind that sore feeling in her thighs and haunches. She reveled in imagining him using her sore body to feel even more joy right before bed. The expressions on his handsome face while they fucked with those startling blonde lashes were priceless, and that was not even speaking about her own raw primal enjoyment.

"Like they are traveling to my dick. Man, baby girl, you better be careful, you're setting yourself up for me to want to have my way with you again, and you're already so sleepy your damn eyes are crossed. You can hardly see in front of you, you're even yawning looking at your new shirt. Hell if I hadn't woken you up earlier you would have fallen asleep on the living room couch all night long with a crick in your neck and my cum caked all over your thighs," he added, handing her the warm mug from her night table.

She chuckled. Then, Lynne sipped the hot mug he offered, wrinkling her nose, not knowing what to expect, then murmuring with pleasure.

The concoction was sweet, warm, milky, and it burned her throat a bit.

"Mmm, this stuff is delicious. Makes my belly warm," she murmured.

She could tell it was an adult spiked version of the soothing warm milk his mother served him when he was a young lad.

"Yeah, I put some brandy in it too, I thought it would help you sleep good. Not that you need extra help, that Vitamin D your husband gave you sure does a body good now doesn't it," said Leif with a proud chuckle.

"Now that was terribly corny. The shit that you've done for me all day is sweet and romantic, but Vitamin D? That's really corny. Now your cock did do my body good, but Vitamin D? Really? We are not going to start calling your Dick Vitamin D," said Lynne chuckling playfully.

Leif looked playfully wounded and displeased.

"Maybe I'll keep my vitamin D pill a little more to myself, and you can see how good you can sleep without this pink cock tomorrow missy," said Leif playfully prudishly pulling up his pajamas around his waist with false modesty.

Lynne giggled until she snorted.

"Oh come on handsome, I was only teasing you, don't take away your dick, please," said Lynne coming close to Leif, putting her arms around his waist and laying her head in his chest, looking at him with playful pleading eyes.

"Handsome comes out, only when you know you've fucked up, and you might not get anymore cock treats," said Leif playfully.

Lynne giggled.

"Did you look at the treats in the night table cutie?" asked Leif.

"Not yet. I was busy looking at my other treat, my shirt," said Lynne.

"I'm glad you like your shirt, but take a look at the night table, there is some stuff for you in there too. Should spank you for not doing what I said, and looking for your last present of the day" said Leif with playful huskiness.

She squirmed in his lap playfully. She didn't mind a warning swat, but Leif instead tickled her stomach, turning his attention to sipping his own warm milk and brandy while gazing at her lovingly, waiting to see her expression when she opened whatever it was she was going to get, from the night table.

Lynne opened the night table to find several books. Chicken soup for the couples soul, a modern English bible, Maya Angelou poems, and the Karma Sutra.

"Pick one for me to read to you tonight. But you might wanna stay away from the Karma Sutra tonight, you're gonna be hella sore in the morning. If we read that, you might wind up in trouble again," he said playfully.

Lynne chuckled.

She flipped open the bible. She was surprised and delighted that he gave her a copy of the bible.

"Wanted you to have a copy of the bible that had easy to read modern English. Not all those Thous and Thes and Thines. I thought it might give a new perspective to the bible that you love so much, one that was simpler to understand, written the same way we talk Lynne. I know you've wanted to learn about other bibles for a while," said Leif.

Lynne beamed and nodded. She'd wanted a new translation for a while, other than the one that had been butchered by her former faith community. Her parents were so wrong about Leif having a lack of spirituality. He may not be traditionally spiritual but he loved and respected that side of Lynne and didn't want to stifle her in anyway. She also learned so much from his liberal, open minded viewpoint.

When she flipped open the cover of the bible she was startled to see that he'd written an inscription for her.

"To My Lynney. Your soul is as beautiful as you are physically. Take this modern translation and add it to all the beautiful and kind ways that you have. Know that this book, like all other faith books is meant to demonstrate love as a gift from a higher power. This book is not meant to punish you, those who use it to punish have perverted justice. No one has a right to interpret this book for you, but I already see you coming to your own conclusions. Also know that many other faiths have books that they love and use to guide their lives as much as you love this book. And as long as you know that, you'll be okay and do fine. Your husband will always be there for you on your spiritual journey, as you mature even more. You'll never be abandoned again. All my love, Leif,"

She couldn't even flip to a passage she wanted to read her eyes were so filled with water. She was done.

She closed the book and handed it to her husband.

"I don't want to cry on the pages of my new bible. I just don't know what to say. I suffered a lot of pain due to people misinterpreting that word, and I'm so glad that you got me another Bible, same beautiful words, but written bright and clear, and a new Bible, for a new chapter of my life as your wifey," said Lynne her voice quivering.

He looked at her and pulled her into his lap along with her warm mug and the bible.

"I know sweetie, I know, it touches my heart to be able to be there for you, and care for you as a complete, whole, nurtured woman, just like it touches your heart. I knew you'd pick this book for me to read to you first. I just knew it. We'll read some of the others on the other nights, I've written a little loving note that shows how I feel about you in each book. Now bedtime stories for my bride, no more church doctrine shit, like you got read to you as a little girl. Time for sweet, loving stories, you can have a story each and every night for the rest of our lives if you want...well except those times when we'll have a screaming newborn to feed," said Leif playfully.

He flipped to the Song of Solomon.

"So I knew little about the Bible when I met you. I really thought it was pretty old fashioned and boring, and I loved to show off my spiritual knowledge of other books like the Bhagavad Gita, the Tripitaka, the Shinto sacred texts, and all that shit. And I knew all the erotic parts in those books, and I thought those ancient religions were far more in touch with their sexuality than what has become of Christianity. Then I met you, and I have to say that I began to be curious about the Bible, or as you would call it, the word, had to say about sex, and sexuality. I wondered how it measured up to these other great texts. I mean, I gotta be honest, I would get a hard on reading some of the sexual parts in the Bhagavad Gita, some true erotic shit there. I thought, there has to be something in there, and I read up on it, and I stumbled upon The Song of Solomon.

Lynne's eyes lit up. She was very familiar with The Song of Solomon, especially because it was one of the books in the bible her father, and their cult like church wanted to gloss over, mentioning the dangers of contemplating the erotic parts of the bible before one was ready to have sex in marriage.

Of course, since it was frowned upon, Lynne devoured it in secret. She was touched by the erotic poetry, and as a teenager, wanted someone to love her the way Solomon loved his slave girl.

She told Leif this.

He looked at her and grinned.

"Our love for each other is spiritual sometimes. I get guided to do the things that make your heart feel good with out even realizing how much I am touching you. It's because I want so much to please you and love you, and whatever higher power there is, he is guiding me along, helping me know what to say and do to show how much I love you. Well if you always wanted someone to love you like that, I love you like Solomon loves this young woman. And you make me feel like a king. So you be that young woman, and I'll be the dude. We'll read and drink our warm adult milk until we feel sleepy," added Leif.

Lynne was reading the Song of Solomon first, because the first portion of the book was written from the perspective of the Shulamite Maiden. She read the way she normally spoke with her soft, slightly husky New York Accent, a voice Leif swore drove him crazy, which always flattered her.

His voice slurred a little bit, the milk and strong brandy concoction he had made them was getting to him.

"Hell yeah little cutie, you've got such a sexy voice, good thing we weren't back then, I'd have to steal you from Solomon," he added playfully.

"You are going to be Solomon silly, starting on chapter four," said Lynne with a husky chuckle.

"Mmm, I like it when you are bossy. Tell you what, when I'm ready to be Solomon, and ready to reenact getting into your ancient reading under pants, I'm snatching the bible and going right to part four. Thanks for telling me which part to start the action, calling the shots, letting wifey know what will be done to her, as usual," said Leif playfully.

He stroked her stomach possessively around her waist, and slid her forward in his lap so she could feel the soft print of his balls, under her thigh. She loved the feeling of him holding her tight, the sweet smell of the Milk and brandy on his breath, the feeling of his eyelash grazing her cheek as he held her close in the light of the fire, listening to her read.

There was finally a part for Leif to read, and she handed him the passage.

***

With her sitting peacefully in his lap, and reading to him in her sexy urban accent, finally felt a bit at peace. He smelled the sweet scent of her hair, and the milk, cinnamon and brandy on her breath, felt how soft her ass felt, squirming next to his balls, and yet, he didn't lengthen under her squirming. He sure could have gotten hard, but he felt like he had a bit more control over himself than he had in six months. His balls finally felt spent, and empty, and that too was a marvelous feeling as he kissed the crown of her hair during his turn of reading.

Even empty balls though didn't make him feel he'd had his fill, sure he'd had his fill for tonight, but she was beautiful and precious to him, and he knew all night long his cock would be filling up with jizz again and he couldn't wait to fill her pussy, her mouth, her soft skin, anything that would have has semen, he wanted to bathe her in it. He knew his supply would come back overnight.

In the meantime, he relished a clear head, for nearly the first time since he met her, time to focus on her lilting voice, her porcelain caramel skin, and big doe eyes with perfect lashes. They almost looked painted on, like she was a doll baby. He squeezed her close to him and just relished feeling her body close to his own, the softness of her, and the heat, and how adorable she was in his panties and shirt, with his name on it, her role clear in his mind. His wifey. His to love and soothe and care for.

Lynne sipped the mug of sweet milk, brandy, and cinnamon, and she started squirming in his lap as he read some of the more erotic parts. So...Fucking...Cute.

She was horny again when the little lass should finally be feeling a little sore. He knew he could get it up for her again if he needed to, but he was pretty sure he couldn't ejaculate. He'd already gone after her four times and jizzed hard each time. That fourth time had marked more than he'd jizzed in a day for anyone else! It was impossibly erotic to think that she had him so hard by the balls that he jizzed all those times, each time a cum, not just hard, but so turned on he was able to come, and come hard.

Sweet Lynney was proving to be insatiable, and lucky for him, she loved toys.

He felt damp heat growing in the new, blue cotton panties he'd given her, right over the crotch.

"I was young, when church was boring I'd read what was in this book and feel warm and aroused, but never had a feeling so sexy as my husband's husky voice reading it to me," murmured Lynne.

She reached out and grabbed his crotch hard, possessively, and even though he felt it lengthen, he knew that if he fucked her again, Lynne was going to be sore as hell in the morning.

But he loved her freaky little appetite.

She squeezed his penis, which was between the soft and hard states even more.

"Baby I want you to put me to bed like a grown woman," she panted.

Leif chuckled, biting and kissing her ear.

"If I do that, you're gonna hate me in the morning. Your puss is gonna be so sore baby, even with what we've already done, you'll see. It's gonna be all achy and sore. You'll enjoy it more if I don't make you sore too. Already got off more times than I ever had in one day. I never had problems getting it up, but jizzing four times in a row is phenomenal little lady, but I don't think even your sexy little ass can make my cock blow again today. Let me build up some more come so that it'll be nicer. It'll give us something to play with." Leif said playfully.

Lynne looked at him a bit sadly.

"Okay baby," she added softly.

Leif continued to read. Hell he even started reading her parts, because she yawned like she was really sleepy, he figured that she knew she wouldn't be getting another cock treat, so fast asleep she was going to fall.

But as he read she squirmed more as she sipped the milk mug, and he couldn't do that to his sweetie, he just couldn't. He'd promised her on the beach that morning that he would fulfill her every need. Just because his cock was quenched, and he was worried about her getting sore, didn't mean he shouldn't soothe the sweet ache in her pussy. But he was going to do it in a wise fashion. She was going to be a sore little newlywed wife as hard as he'd used her pussy for the very first rough times four times in a row tomorrow.

The least he could do was send her off to bed with gentle pleasure!

"Do you, do you remember how good I used to get you off when you were scared of cock, and too shy for my mouth? You were ravenous. You loved my fingertips ad me rubbing you gently until you came. I never met a woman with such a strong appetite before, even though you didn't like full on sex. I thought it was adorable, and erotic, and you came so fast. It made me love you more. I loved how you taught me to get you off when you got less shy, the way you would brush my hand away over and over again right when you were gonna come until you just couldn't take it anymore. I'd never felt anyone's pussy throb like that before, and hell I was just rubbing your mound with my fingertips, I couldn't wait to know you the way that I know you now. I'd think about how you would get yourself off when you were alone and my cock would get so stiff and sore," he murmured huskily against her ear.

Lynne made her cute little fuck face, and before he knew what was happening, she'd grabbed his husky hand and mashed it in those cute, blue, lacy little Leif's wifey underwear, massaging her damp curls with her fingertips over his own, and she was gyrating her stomach and thighs while he gently rubbed her pussy lips and clit with loving fingers, rubbing over just the spot he knew Lynne loved, just like he did when Lynne was scared of anything more than a gentle touch.

It only took about two minutes, his cute little Lynne knew her body, loved to masturbate and be masturbated by him. He loved the feel of the heat of her pussy in his fingers and palm, and the climax where her precious lips throbbed into his loving fingertips!

She let out a loud, hoarse cry, and he felt her pussy throb and clutch on his finger tips and palms, as juicy wetness coated his fingertips.

"Uggh! Love you!" so shrilly that the I part of her sentence had been truncated.

She collapsed against his body.

Leif rocked her tenderly while her breathing calmed.

Getting her ready for bed, the most soothing shit ever, felt just as good to his soul.

"All better? Your pussy calmed down now?" he crooned sweetly.

"Yeah baby, much better," murmured Lynne.

He gave her his fingers to suck, no use wasting her lovely juices, and she clamped down hard, loving the erotic juices and the soothing feelings of sucking his fingertips he was sure.

"Fuck, we better put Solomon to rest, he's gonna have you ending up with one sore pussy, we already came more times in a row than we ever came in our lives, that's a fifth orgasm for you," said Leif playfully.

Lynne looked at him.

She beamed.

"Four times is the most you've ever come in a day?" asked Lynne.

Lynne looked so full of womanly pride, looking up at him and glowing, blushing. It made her feel good to know she was such a good lover, he was sure. She did know how to please her man, and he wanted her to know that, as her husband.

"Well yeah darlin', I came more today than I ever have in one day. I mean, men aren't like women, your cute pussies can keep coming again and again, men have to build up sperm. I was surprised when my cock went off inside you in the tub, surprised and pleased that my cock could still come. You milked all the come out of my balls today, sexy as hell! I'll have more come for you tomorrow though sweet thing, sexy thing like you might be able to get her husband to jizz five or six times, that would really be a record huh?" said Leif slapping her ass.

"Even by yourself too? Four times is the most you've come," asked Lynne still not quite believing him.

"Yes, you are quite the vixen, I've come more times with you than I ever did, either with a woman, or with my own hand," said Leif with a gruff chuckle.

"Damn! I'm so happy. I wanted to please you more than any other woman forever, and now I know for sure I did," said Lynne with a happy giggle.

"Of course. You came more times today than you ever did too right? Four when making love, fifth with my finger tips right baby," said Leif cuddling her lovingly.

Lynne got a sheepish little look on her face, which let him know, she'd gotten off more times than that.

"You did come more times today than you ever came right," said Leif, a hint of jealously creeping into his voice.

"I came more times today than I have ever come with you, and it's been a blast! But to be honest I've come more times by myself. I was a little too good at making myself come. And I was ravenous. So sometimes if my parents were out doing church business and I was home alone, I'd make a day of it," said Lynne blushing shyly.