Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 69

"What's first missy? What does my lady wanna do first? Anything you want! All honeymoon long my baby gets to do whatever she wants. It's a long time coming!" he added lovingly.

There was husk in his voice.

She could hear it. He had empathy for her. And so much care. He understood the longing and the deprivations she felt before, and she needn't feel like he felt like she was a freak of nature for the pain. But, he sure as hell wanted pleasure for her now and it meant so much.

Even the heavy balls that he was making her wear in her pussy, he was doing it to maximize the joy that she felt. Lynne never knew submissiveness like this could mean exquisite pleasure. Him subduing her with pleasure was such an erotic and delicious concept. Making her ache to come so she'd be obedient to her hero like husband. It was her every submissive fantasy come to life. How could he know? How did he know?

"Look they have twister Leify!" murmured Lynne with a far away look in her eyes.

"They sure do, you wanna play it? We should play naked twister, because we are grownups, and that's a fun, dirty game for husbands and wives to play together. Well, I might let you keep your panties and leggings on, it'll be easier for you to keep the balls inside you that way," teased Leif.

"I don't know how," murmured Lynne.

Leif had an uncanny way of knowing when something had hurt and bandaging the wound.

"I'd love to teach you. Let's get the mat spread out for my special girl," added Leif, dotingly.

He spread the mat out on the floor for them.

Flanked in his boxers, he explained the rules, since it was only the two of them, they'd call out colors, and body parts and then twist their body parts in the demanded position, rather than spinning to determine position, as you did with more players.

"Finally I get to play this. I didn't get a chance to play it growing up. I guess I could have played it, but the first time I would have been given the chance, I couldn't do it. I have such an awkward memory about twister. Some girl threw a twister themed birthday party. She knew I couldn't have birthdays, and how she taunted me. The white girl who was in our wedding, Rachel, she took up for me. She told them she didn't want to go to their lame party and neither did I. She had me for a sleepover. I think she did it for me because she didn't want me to feel different from anyone else and she cared about me. She was a good friend. Maybe I learned from my good girlfriends what love should feel like, at least in a platonic sense, and it paved the way for you," said Lynne.

"I'm glad Rachel did that for you, so you didn't have to feel so left out! She sounds like a good friend angel, the kind of friend my baby needs, just like Janelle is to you doll. Very good and important for you to have friends who care about you, and make you feel good. We will be sure all these good girlfriends are front and center at your first birthday party," he added dotingly, and he squeezed her nose.

"I've wanted to have a birthday party forever, and feel normal. I can't wait to have my very first birthday!" said Lynne.

She was really trying to stifle her tears now but he pulled her full on into his chest, right onto the twister mat in a bear hug.

"I understand baby girl, and I'm so happy I get to play a small part in giving you normal things. You'll have lots of normal things from now on out. You just let me know what you missed, and we'll make up for it big time. I'm sorry as hell for each thing missed even if I'm not the cause of it. My damn bucket list is seeing it through that my baby experiences everything in her life she wanted when she was a wee little girl. If twister was part of that, then I want you to put your right elbow on the orange right now. And don't you dare think I'm going to go easy on you because you don't know how to play. You better learn fast because I don't want you embarrassing our new Peterson family at your first birthday party, when we play twister," said Leif.

Lynne looked started.

"Who said anything about playing twister? What if they don't wanna play it? They might think it's juvenile, not everyone is trying to relive the things they missed as a child or teen like I am," offered Lynne.

"Oh hell, if we give our friends a few dutchies and some beers, you'd be surprised at what they'll play. No one at this party is going to be making fun of you. Everyone there will love you and support you. If anyone makes any noise at all, I make them a new face. It's okay to have twister, since you missed it the first time around. Obviously it means a lot to you, and I will feel really good listening at your belly laugh. Now get your elbow on the orange, or I'm going to spank your ass," said Leif bossily.

Lynne put her elbow on the orange. The balls shifted in her pussy, giving her a joyful ache.

Leif moved his thigh so that it was almost under her pussy from behind. With her free hand, she bit her knuckle to keep from moaning.

Leif sensed this, she figured and he called out for her hand to go on the red space.

"What? Oh my god I can't reach around there!" shouted Lynne.

"It's called twister for a reason," said Leif playfully.

She was able to reach from behind, twisting her torso and thrusting her ass in the air.

She looked behind her and Leif's boxers were slightly tented.

Lynne moaned with frustration as each time she shifted her weight to keep her balance the balls moved inside her pussy.

She really wanted to lie with her back on the mat and have him fuck her.

She cried out for him to put his foot on the red.

She knew it would mean he had to lean his weight over her, and he would get tired with his hand sprung behind him.

"You little fucker, you are getting good at it already, You've got my back in the air like a camel," said Leif, swaing.

Each time he swayed into her, his erection grazed the small of her back, causing her to whimper.

She wanted to shift her body so that the rear of her pussy grinded up to his cock as he moved, but she knew she would fall and lose her balance if she shifted her weight.

She just quietly groaned her nipples growing hard in the cool breeze of the den.

Finally, mercilessly, Leif's leg got wobbly and he quickly moved from on top of her so he didn't crush her, falling to the ground.

"Game is rigged anyway, for women, you all are so graceful, and flexible. Especially you, little miss dancer. You wanna go again," he asked dotingly.

"I don't have to. The strip poker and twister is already more fun than I ever thought I'd have in my entire life," said Lynne.

"We'll do the panty check right before bed, like I said, but you already have failed, and you'll be punished tomorrow, I can see it just looking at the kitten face between your legs," he murmured looking at her smugly.

She wanted whatever punishment it was. Couldn't wait to be bared across her husband's strong knee for whatever he had in mind. If it was anything as delicious as the swing, she'd be delirious with joy.

"Wanna play some games now," said Leif handing her a controller.

Lynne looked at Leif as though he was mad.

She straddled him and tried to grab his cock, but he murmured,

"Bad girl!" and held both her hands above her head, tickling her pits until she squealed with joy. The balls thrummed in her pussy and knocked about, his intense movement of her as he tickled her causing just enough stimulation to hold her on the edge of pleasure but not enough to go teetering into the realm of satisfaction.

They played Mario Go cart, which Lynne hated, because it was not at all like a real racing game. Leif of course not being a real video game racecar driver loved the exploding boxes and the floating parachutes and all that shit that let him get the best of her.

But what she loved the most was how he smelled her and kissed the crown of her hair when it was not his turn. She felt simply adored by him, especially when she'd feel his eyelashes on her cheek and feel his erection press against her back.

"Oh damn it to hell Leif, I crashed again! I'm sleepy. I'm ready for bed," said Lynne with a faux yawn.

She really was ready for him to check her wet panties, and fuck her, like he promised.

Leif drew out the ceremony. He had them brush first, she brushed standing on his toes and the took turns spitting in the sink. Each time she moved to spit in the sink, the balls shifted, causing a heavy wave of pleasure in her pussy.

Finally, Leif left the room to get their pajamas.

"So I have pajamas for us, and a fresh pair of kitten panties for you. I only got two of the Leif's wifey underwear as a present for the honeymoon. I should have ordered more of them, and I will when we get home since you like to have my name plastered on your cute little butt. And I like it too. But I do have these pajamas. I got one top, and one bottom, so I guess you get the tops baby girl, and I'll take the bottoms, so you can still feel like you..."

He was too choked up to continue. He knew what it meant for Lynne to feel like she belonged to him, and the two of them were a happy unit. She was starving for that before. Leif was the opposite of anything harsh she'd ever known.

"Like I am a part of you, like I'm your little wife-" she finished for him.

"You damn sure are my little wife, and the sweetest little wifey a man ever had, and I love you so much baby girl. Now hand me your panties," murmured Leif.

Lynne blushed and giggled.

"Quit all the cackling and let me see. Let me see how wet you are, and then I'll relieve you," offered Leif.

Lynne bent over, and handed him the panties, crotch side up, glistening while he shamelessly buried his nose in her damp undies.

"Hmm, the smell of your failure is heavenly darlin'," groaned Leif.

Lynne walked up to her husband, his angry pink erection pointing wildly in the air, beckoning her. She placed one leg on the sink, and bore down on her hand, producing one shiny ben wah ball, and handing it to him.

He licked her juices off the ball, like it was a bon-bon,

Then he reached his finger firmly in her pussy and dug out the other one while Lynne groaned with ecstasy at the feeling of the ball moving around.

It was difficult for him to get it out with his finger while she stood up without her pushing down to reject the ball, because she was so tight, and he praised her for being so tight down there.

Lynne blushed.

"You're gonna love your punishment. I think I'll give it to you tomorrow morning. But in the meantime, your husband as a special treat for your bedtime that's gonna help you sleep so soundly," he teased, swatting her ass.

Lynne didn't think it was possible to get even wetter, but she did and he gently wiped her with a washcloth before helping her step into her kitten panties, and his pajama tops.

He threw on the bottoms, and she loved the reflection of them in the mirror, wearing the shared blue pajamas.

"You can ride on my back," grunted Leif.

He didn't want to show too much emotion she knew, but he knew how much playing and tickling and piggy back rides were a healing for her.

When she jumped up onto his back, she cried a few tears into his dreadlocks.

That anyone could make her feel so safe, and so sweet, and so darling, and even turn something mundane like playing games in the den into such delicious feelings.

"You wanna leave the bathroom light on for some light in the room baby," he asked turning down the hallway from the bathroom.

Now she had to wipe her eye with her hand, because she felt emotional. He remembered how traumatic bedtime was for her, because of the apocalypse dreams when she was smaller, and he wanted her to know it was okay to have light in the house if she felt scared.

He cared so much, more than she ever thought anyone would.

"No. But I love you though," said Lynne.

Her voice was shaky. She was genuinely trying not to cry. Every night with her loving husband she loved bedtime more and more. How different this life was than the life she grew up with.

How fucking lucky she was.

"I love you too little Lynney. Let me know if you change your mind sweet pea, I don't mind turning on a hall light for you. Even if I am asleep, and you are scared, like I said before, brush my shoulder and I'll get the light on for you straight away," he added dotingly.

"Here we are," he murmured, placing her gently on the bed with a kiss to her forehead.

Now that he'd put her to bed gently, like his little sweetheart, she felt like the image of the tigress that was on the panties in the adult shop.

She pulled him toward her by his pajama band waist.

Leif let out a deep chuckle.

"Lynne I have feelings too!" he said playfuly.

And she could see him in the moonlight playfully batting his eyelashes and she chuckled until she snorted.

"Feelings the whole time you tortured me with those ben-wah balls? All I know is I'm getting on my knees and you better be right behind me with what I need," grunted Lynne huskily.

She got on all fours, lay on her pillow and put his pillow under her knees.

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