Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 63

He spread her ass cheeks lovingly and gave her crack a thorough, pleasurable tonging, finishing it off with sticking his tongue gently in her asshole, and rimming her.

The contrast of the stinging feeling of her bottom with the gentle pleasure of his tongue, rimming out her sensitive anus was phenomenal. Damn, her pussy ached with pleasure and need to be filled!

Her gentle husband lifted her skirt. At first Lynne thought he might spank her a little more and she grinded her moist pussy up to the skin of her husband's knee, she was thankful his shorts had shifted so she didn't get them any wetter than they already were.

With her panties still around her ankles, he spread her knee a little bit.

"You wet for your husband baby girl," he asked with a gentle kiss to the back of her back, which was exposed because her sweater had raised with all the tussling.

She felt so adored, and she wanted to get up off his lap and sit in his lap like his grown woman and fuck him, and there was still a little bit of time, he'd only been spanking her a few minutes, if they hurried up, she could be coming in his lap before Ramone' wondered what they were up to.

Lynne nodded sending her hair bouncing everywhere.

"I'm hard for you too. You make your man hard sometimes when you misbehave," said Leif playfully.

Lynne glowed. She felt cherished by her husband, and adored.

Then Leif reached under her body and petted her pussy with gentle circular caresses, Lynne still splayed eagle spread across his knee like a naughty little bride. It was heavenly for Lynne as she was already worked up and extremely sexually aroused from him dominating her and slapping her ass until it stung. Her pussy lurched with pleasure, and it only took about a minute of gentle, circular caresses lightly over her pubic hair and under her skirt, her panties around her ankles for her femininity to begin contracting with sweet orgasmic joy.

He made her pussy purr so good, her wetness coating his fingers, that soon she was purring, under her breath, and grunting softly.

"Umph, I love you Leify,"

To which he responded-

"Husband loves you too baby doll, clean my fingers," he murmured bringing her down off of her high by gently coaxing her.

She loved tasting her own sweet juices on his finger tips, and the oh so soothing feeling of getting to be his special woman and suckle his fingers. Their own tender little secret. Whatever she needed to feel nurtured, this man provided. There had never been a more special husband, and she was a lucky wife.

He knew just how she was wired, and just what she needed to feel loved and safe.

This was the release she craved with each spanking.

Being told she was a good girl, and that she was loved, and being pleasured and pleased after his playful love taps.

She sobbed quietly with such intense release, her shoulders shook.

She felt Leif reaching down around her ankles, pulling up her wet panties, helping her ease them over her thighs and she leaned up the rest of the way to pull them up, and then stood before him obediently.

"You're such a good girl Lynney. My sweet little wife, and I love you so much," he murmured dotingly kissing her forehead.

She didn't even need to reach down to hug him, he squeezed her tight to him, rocking her back and forth. He took a tissue out of his pocket, gently wiping away her tears, calming her down after their loving play.

"All better now? I didn't go too hard did I baby? I was just playing with you, and I know how much you like a good spanking from your husband. Always remember the safe word Lynney," he added with his finger under her chin dimple.

"Yeah. Tortoise. That's fine, but I like it. I love everything about when you discipline me with a spanking, I love how you hug me like this afterwards and kiss my forehead," said Lynne.

"Well I don't have to spank you for me to kiss your forehead darlin', and you know that, if that's the only reason you like it, just say you want a hug, you can have all the hugs you want now, we discussed that baby," he added stroking her hair, and kissing her cheek.

"No I like all of this...all of it...when you accuse me of something bad, when you paddle me, force me over your knee, cuddle and kiss me afterwards. Other people would think this is some sick shit, but I like it when I get to be a bad little wifey, and you punish me and give me a spanking, and then caress me. You are playful, and kind and caring, and when you spank me, I know you are being really playful, but you love me so much you want me to feel your strength, and know you'll always protect me. That's what the spanking feels like, that you are big and strong, and won't let anything harm me. I know that's silly to you. But playing the spanking games are so different than it was growing up. Growing up was cold, icy and scary. My father was mean. A lot of anger, and frustration towards me, and I was left all alone to sort out lots of scary feelings. When we play it's the opposite of that. You nurture me, like...like it should have been when I was little. And each time we play like this, it heals a part of me. I know that I'm loved, I'm safe, and I'm your special girl. And a good girl to you. I know it's sick shit, I know I have things I need to work out in my mind that I-"

"Who says that it's sick shit? Are you worried about our friends judging us? Or our family? No one says what is right between the two of us, but the two of us. It's okay if you like some spanking with your love from your husband, and then some cuddling afterwards. Or if you like a bedtime story, or want to cuddle with me, or play with stuffed animals or watch cartoons. You are very normal to me, and it's fine darlin'. Hell baby, I know your wounds, and I know they are gaping and painful, and if...if being playfully disciplined, or nurtured sometimes heals some of that wound for you, I don't give a shit, fill up that need until you feel full in my arms darling! I've known you've wanted me to protect you and care for you ever since you climbed in my lap when I saved you from the mouse. You need that kind of love and guidance, it was missing before, but I told you during our wedding vows that I was the dream catcher. You want somebody to spoil you, take care of you, set playful limits sometimes, make sure you are doing okay emotionally. That was what you were supposed to get as a little girl sweetheart, but you didn't get it, and I am honored to give it to you now as my grown up wife. Hell Lynney, I know that you are my loving wife and you are free to do as you please, and you are all grown up, but sometimes, its safe, and fun to act out things that give us pleasure. If being submissive to your husband and getting a spanking sometimes gives you pleasure, no one can judge you. It fills me up too, makes me feel like a real man, to be able to give you something you need so much, kindness, and care, and nurture you. Just like you don't judge me when I like you to stick your big toe in weird places on my body, or smell your underwear. No one has to know, your kinks, your joys are private between us. If it makes you feel good baby, I'm game," added Leif.

"It feels good to be out in the open with this, and how much it heals me, and how good it feels to me inside. To be honest and real, and admit that how much I like being treated like your little girl, and doted on sometimes, and spanked at other times, even though I am your grown up wife. I thought you would think it was icky and I had even more issues than you already know that I have," said Lynne with an impish grin.

Leif chuckled hard and kissed her forehead.

"You are not icky, or sick. You are a woman who has been to hell and back. Your feelings are very normal darlin'. There are lots of women who liked to be treated like their man's baby girl sometimes, even those who have had normal upbringings, how much more so, for a woman like you, with a rotten, shitty childhood. I don't mind babying you sometimes if you've had a crummy time, or a bad memory, and want to be close and snuggle and treated gently. I don't mind a bit. Your longings are not creepy to me, and I know you know the difference between being disciplined or loved by a parent, and playing games with your loving husband. I want to be everything to you. Be what you need. I'm your husband baby. Being babied and sometimes disciplined by your man is your kink, your secret pleasure you want to indulge in with your husband, you'll find no judgment here. How could I judge you for that with the way you acted yesterday, opening up a new world of pleasure for me?" he added kissing her hand lovingly.

"Damn, we really are getting close now. I promise you, it was one of my biggest fears was that if I admitted how much those things turned me on, and I like being treated like your little girl, you would think I was a weirdo, and now we are out in the open with it, and it's okay. I love you so much Leify, you were made for me, I feel so connected to you," gushed Lynne.

"Hell yeah, beyond the surface shit, it's true bonding to be able to let someone in on your kinks. I never hard that before. That's territory you wouldn't cross anywhere but with a wife. Man, men who think banging out random chicks is fun, they are missing out on all this goodness. I'm glad we're getting started with this intense stuff right away, on the honeymoon, exploring our kinks together. I love being your husband baby," said Leif.

"I love being your wife. Can you imagine what it'll be like in ten years? Fifty years," said Lynne chuckling with wonder.

"I can't begin to imagine how much joy we have in store in the next fifty years, but I like to daydream about it, lovely. Get over there and prop open that door before Ramone' worries about us," said Leif swatting her ass.

She propped one the door, and Leif called her back over into the circle of his arms.

They prepared the chocolate, stirring it, and folding in all types of treats. He was patient with Lynne, helping her mix the tempered chocolate, fold in the treats, kissing the crown of her hair as she poured it into all the delicate molds.

Letting her lick the chocolate off his fingers. He was so caring and kind to her, and it was what was missing in her life before! It made Lynne's pussy wet again, the gusset of her panties was sopping wet, and she had to stand between the stool between Leif's legs and the table so she didn't ruin her skirt.

Hoping off his lap, she couldn't feel his erection anymore, but she hoped for Leif's sake that it had softened so he wouldn't be embarrassed. She still used her body in her cute plaid skirt as a shield just in case her husband was still hard.

And when Ramone' returned to the room, he praised their beautiful chocolates. He took the trays from them, and prepped them to put them in gift boxes so they could remember the trip to the chocolate factory, along with the pre-made chocolates that they decorated.

After the chocolate making, they took a thirty minute tour of the actual chocolate plant, where they saw the process of chocolate refinement, tempering, placing it in molds, making it firm, and then assembling it for delivery.

After their tour, the boxes of chocolate that they'd decorated, and created from scratch were ready. Leif tipped their tour guide generously and carted out the boxes of chocolate.

He took Lynne's hand, led her to the Prius, and handed her the boxes of chocolate.

Lynne took the boxes of chocolate, and sat them in her lap, then looked over at Leif, lovingly. Her husband. Her confidant, her protector, and she didn't have to feel ashamed or nervous about her intimate sexual longings, or even the roots of her needs. Leif was giving her permission to have sexual and emotional comfort in his arms, an outlet for painful feelings, with no judgment on his part for her idiosyncrasies due to her painful past. This was powerful.

He might be slender but his arms and chest were broad, and wide open, and she knew it was safe to lay her head in his chest at anytime. Or climb in his arms. He wouldn't turn her away.

He stroked her hair adoringly.

"Now you can have one or two chocolates, but not too many okay darlin'? Gonna take you for lunch, wherever you want to go, and I don't want you to ruin your stomach with that sugar. And, after you get a good lunch, you can have more chocolates if you still want them," he added huskily, caressing her cheek.

There was authority in his voice, but a sweet kindness that made her already sticky underwear even moister. She liked when he looked after her to see that she didn't spoil her appetite. He wanted her to be well nourished. Frankly he fussed over her, when she hadn't had a lot of fussing over her whole life. This made her feel special.

"I don't want lunch, I want dessert!" moaned Lynne.

She threw the boxes of chocolates off the dashboard, and straddled his lap.

Leif chuckled warmly, and kissed her forehead angelically.

"You nasty little angel, good thing we parked around back, huh?" he added between gentle, wet kisses and smacks of her lips.

"Hmm, being afraid someone might drive back here, or Ramone will throw something in that big ass dumpster makes it even more hot and kinky," murmured Lynne.

"I like how you think baby girl," said Leif with a husky chuckle, his hands gently smoothing up her stomach, caressing her firm, large nipples with gentle, husky thumbs while Lynne gyrated on his lap and groaned.

He started necking her.

"Leify...Leif....I love you sweetheart," panted Lynne between his pleasurable mauling of her neck.

Her underwear were ruined, and she wanted to take them off, but Leif moved his hand gently under the crotch, rubbing the hot slickness of her outer lips so gently.

"Ugh!" she cried loudly.

"Shhh. My sweet girl needs to hush now," panted Leif in her ear, biting it for emphasis.

"Yes...Yes husband," murmured Lynne.

Confessing to him, the longing in her heart, made the lust for him burn even more brightly. This kind, caring man that she was lucky enough to call her husband, who indulged her every whim, no matter how strange or broken she felt. This man who was finally feeling comfortable enough to trust her with every inch of his own sexuality, which he'd shown her yesterday.

She couldn't wait until he would let her rim out his asshole. He deserved pleasure, and there was no spot on him, as far as she was concerned that was too lowly to pleasure, the way he'd pleasured her heart. Wanted to share everything he'd given her that had been the source of such physical and emotional ecstasy.

She wanted to please him with another blowjob.

"I wanna suck you, husband, sir," she panted, squirming in his lap.

She liked submitting to him sometimes, and calling him sir. She worshiped him the way he was showing her he worshiped her, by being willing to fulfill all her needs, mundane, or unusual, with equal aplomb.

"You little angel, I'm so lucky aren't I. Beautiful woman like my little wife begging to suck my cock. But there's no room for us to do that in here in this front seat right now. And, anyway, I haven't had any of your pussy all day, and I'm starved for it," said Leif, removing his glistening fingers from under her panty gusset, and sucking he slickness off, groaning with pleasure.

Lynne wanted her husband so bad, her mouth was hanging open, and Leif chuckled, kissed her forehead, and stuck his tongue in her mouth.

She tasted her pussy on his breath, and it drove her wild as she squirmed in his lap.

"You're just fucking adorable," doted Leif with a gruff chuckle.

That's what did it, his complicit admiration and love for her. It always started love pounding in her heart that bubbled over into her stomach and demanded to be extinguished by shoving his thick cock in her sopping wet pussy.

She reached for his shorts, yanked them open and roughly pulled out his thick, hot, throbbing dick

"Ouch, careful how you handle that manpower!" said Leif with a husky chuckle.

"I'm sorry baby," squeaked Lynne with pleasure, sitting solidly on his cock, her mouth open with ecstasy as he stretched her out.

"Oh!" bellowed Leif, with sheer pleasure, his blue eyes staring down piercingly into hers as he curled his lips up as though he was in pain, with pleasure.

He gripped her ass cheeks hard with his fingertips, as Lynne held her crotch of her panty leg back obscenely with one hand under her skirt to allow for more penetration.

He jerked his hips upward into her roughly, sending Lynne bouncing delightfully in the air, while his cock gorged her, and brushed satisfyingly close to her gspot.

"MMm," she moaned as his hands reached under her yellow sweater, gently squeezing and rubbing her breasts, and their aching nipples.

"Uh," he moaned, thrusting into her harder, pounding her back against the steering wheel, as Lynne threw her head back in ectasy.

His cock felt so good, and she could feel his hot length throbbing with pleasure between her sugar walls.

"My God, your pussy is so tight for your husband, baby girl," he panted.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, and kissed her forehead adoringly, his other hand squeezing and massaging her breasts.

"I love when you tell me how tight my pussy feels, I want to be just what you want baby," she groaned, sucking and pulling at his lower lip with her mouth as he rocked upwards into her, bouncing her delightfully in the air, her arms and legs jostling around like she was his rag doll.

"You are just what I want angel, and everything to me," he panted through his kisses.

Being everything her man wanted, and the look of tenderness and pleasure in his blue eyes, he was overcome with joy and satisfaction with her, and the way she could make his body feel.

She felt womanly, and proud, and special to him all at the same time, and that was what did it. She started jerking her hips wantonly on top of his own. That made her throw her head back in more pleasure, his girth felt so perfect gliding up next to her g-spot, but more than that, she was consumed with making her husband come good, with being his special girl, his good little wifey.

Leif was bucking wildly beneath her as well, the Prius rocking back and forth with such intensity that Lynne worried about toppling it over.

He tangled his fingers roughly in her hair, and pulled her back towards the steering wheel. He necked her some more, then started kissing her mouth hard.

"Damn your pussy feels so good! So soft, I can't help myself," he grunted, and he lifted her shirt, exposing her bare breasts, then roughly kissing and suckling her nipples.

It was so brazen, raw, and pleasurable, lifting her top like that, exposing her tits in the car, if someone should happen by they'd catch them not only fucking but with her top up, and his mouth full of her tits.

It was fun to be so naughty, and something Lynne had craved for her whole adult life. It was heady, and intoxicating, being his special baby girl and not feeling ashamed, bonding with him on a deep, sensual level, the smell of the chocolate, smearing with the scent of their sex, the damp slickness of the feeling of her thighs jostling close to his jean shorts, all the wet, creamy juices she was leaving on his blonde pubic hairs, the feeling of his hot mouth mauling her breasts and her notoriously sensitive nipples, she felt that shiver, that delightful shiver building in the core of her pussy.

"Ugh! Leify, I love you!" she wailed out loudly for the entire parking lot to hear.

Thank god it was the middle of the day, and they were the only car parked down there, or everyone in the parking lot would have heard her screaming with pleasure through the rolled up window.