Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 76

Dear Readers,

Every time I get a new reader, I am inspired anew. I just realized all the time that has gone by since the last story. A lot of physical changes with my health, and somewhere along the way I lost the ability to type, making it very difficult to share any work with you all. I'm so happy to have regained the ability to type it is the way that I communicate with the world around me and create a humble attempt at art that I am so glad to see you all still enjoying. As you have requested, I'm bringing these two home, it is more than time, some ends to tie up and ideas for conclusion in the works.

Thanks for staying Tuned,

Mich80new

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Because she'd been sitting, she hadn't been able to get all of husband's jizz out of her pussy but that was delightful for Lynne as she felt his come leaking out down her thigh as she stood up in the theater. She could tell she hadn't gotten it all because she hadn't been standing upright. This often happened to her at home if she tried to push out his come when she was sitting or laying down. Normally around the house it just ran on her cotton panties or her sweatpants.

In the theater she was pantiless, she'd taken off her panties so they could fuck so the cum drizzled brazenly down her thighs.

She felt so naughty as she squirmed and he threw away their empty soda and popcorn box.

"Sure you don't want to go to the bathroom," he inquired protectively.

She knew why he kept asking. He knew he'd ejaculated in her pussy in public and figured she probably wanted to deal with the mess because it was uncomfortable.

"No, not a long drive back home. I couldn't get it all because I was sitting down, And I can feel the rest of it running down my thigh, now that I'm standing up," she whispered her tongue in his ear.

"You're a nasty little wife, and I love it," he grunted slapping her ass.

"I learned from the best," she murmured.

She felt incredibly naughty walking through the theater exit with no panties on, glad that she wore a long skirt to somewhat hide the evidence as his jizz dribbled lusciously down her inner thighs.

She wanted him to fuck her again when they got home where they could be loud and he could bathe his cock again in the steamy love juices he left in her.

She knew they were filthy together, freaks of a feather and she loved it!

She felt like he was thinking of the same thing as he drove up the long winding road that led back to the cottage.

***

It was completely dark out now, and Leif shut off the car, and lifted her out of the car, carrying her over the threshold.

He held her soft body close to his own, his cock hardening again at the memory, saucy little vixen wanting to live out her sexual fantasies to make out in the movie theater which actually led to very public sex.

"Hmm, you let my come run down your legs all the way home, didn't you doll," he panted, standing her on her feet right in the foyer.

"Yeah...I did. It was heavenly. Reminded me that you had me and took me like your naughty little sweetheart and did what you wanted," groaned Lynne squirming on her feet he could see her silhouette in the moonlight.

The talking about the acts they did aroused her as much as it aroused him. Soul mates, sensual and otherwise.

"And you folded up your panties and put them in your skirt pocket like my dirty little girl didn't you," he grunted snatching the panties out of her pocket and giving them a sniff.

He couldn't sniff them in the theater, that would have been too obvious but now that they were alone he sniffed them, because they were loaded with her delicious pheromones.

He couldn't help moaning at the sweet, sticky scent, like the musky sugar cookies. Nothing smelled like his little wife.

"I sure did, because I wanted you to treat me like your dirty little girl. I like to be your dirty little wife, the dirtiest," said Lynne giggling.

"I'm gonna give you the opportunity to show me how dirty you really are," panted Leif.

He turned on the light in the foyer.

"Let me see my come all over your tight, tight pussy. I know I shot a big load up there, I want to see how messy you let me make you," he groaned grabbing for the hem of her skirt.

He couldn't help grabbing at his tiny wife and the cute little feminine skirt as though she was a toy.

Lynne giggled and squealed as he pulled at the hem of her skirt, then said saucily.

"You can't see in the dark, silly," flicking on the light in the foyer.

She lifted her skirt as though she was curtseying, letting him see her inner thighs and her sandy brown colored bush coated with gobs of his sticky come.

His cock thickened in his jeans.

"Damn that's a lot of come! And that's even after you pushed some of it out on the napkin," he grunted.

Seeing his ejaculate painted all over his wife's tender pussy, marking the creature he loved the most with the markings of his desire and pleasure aroused his cock so much that it ached.

He instantly knew that he needed to push himself deeply inside his wife and feel the ecstasy of getting his cock slippery with the ecstasy he'd left inside of her in the theater.

"Well I didn't do that good of a job pushing it out to be honest. I wanted it dripping down my thighs, wanted it to remind me you'd fucked me in the theater," she panted close to his mouth.

"Sweetie," he panted over her lips, forcing his tongue inside her warm lips and groaning with pleasure as her tiny tongue thrashed rapidly in his own mouth.

His lips mated with hers angrily, roughly, the kiss loud and sloppy with sensations denied in the theater. He'd been unable to groan when he'd taken his kinky little wife in his lap, unable to grunt with pleasure as he'd plowed inside her and his come coursed between her naked thighs covered in the denim of her skirt.

So he punished her mouth with the hot hungry kisses he'd wanted earlier when he was afraid of them getting caught by the usher.

And Lynne yipped with pleasure at his conquest, her fingernails gripping into his chest.

"Please fill me with more of your come baby," she panted between his mauls of her mouth.

"Ugh! You're so dirty and beautiful and meant just for your husband," he grunted.

"I love being your dirty little wife!" she moaned.

He pushed the sticky Leif's wife panties into his nose, sniffing and licking, discarding them on the floor.

He gripped her waist hard, sending her slamming against the door.

Lynne's leg went up in the air, around his waist, opening herself to him, so that he could fill her, hiking her skirt up over her sweet, sticky bush.

"You are a dirty little thing. You left here with panties soiled with my come. I cleaned a pair of Leif's underwear panties just for you, put them in a gift bag for you with a bunch of other little presents, let you change in the bathroom of the restaurant so you were all clean and dry and you still ended up with a dirty pair of underwear, because you love being dirty, and fucked your husband in a public theatre, while the usher sat in the front. You look so innocent but you sure are a dirty girl for your husband!" grunted Leif.

Telling her, and reciting for her in lurid detail how dirty she was aroused him further.

"I'm dirty for you because I can't help myself, because I love you so much. Plus because you love me that way," she panted against his mouth.

Then she started mauling his lips wildly.

Even though he was being playfully disapproving of her for their excesses, the truth was, there was nothing he adored more about his wife besides her adorable, open heart full of love for him.

"Maybe you should wear the scent of our love all night long since you can't get enough,"

"That might be a good idea. After all I've got two dirty pairs of panties already because I don't know how behave with you," she groaned.

"I know just how to teach you a good long lesson," he grunted.

He propped Lynne up against the wall, her feet against his shoulders. She was the smallest woman he'd ever been intimate with and he was thankful for the disparity in their sizes. She was literally able to be lifted like a doll for him.

"Teach me Leify. I've been a bad wife, riled you up into fucking me in public," she panted.

"You can't help yourself, you're just your husband's naughty little wife! Still sticky with my come, you hardly need any warming up," he grunted.

He grabbed her hips and lifted them higher, balancing her against the wall.

"I feel my sticky come inside you still," he panted.

He angled his cock against the rim of her pussy and she was so slick with the globs of his come that his member slid easily inside.

"Leify," she yelped.

She wrapped her legs high around his waist so he wouldn't get away, and in her ecstasy he heard one of her shoes fly off her feet and flop loudly on the wooden floor.

She ignited something wild in him.

"Fill you up with my come till it oozes out of you everywhere," he panted.

He groaned as once again he was submerged in that perfect heat, but the gooeyness of his own come, and doing her again less than thirty minutes after he'd came in her the first time gave an exquisite lubricant to the act that he'd never enjoyed before.

He knew Lynne felt it too the way she clawed up his back through his t-shirt, and bruised his lips with her own sweet, tender kisses.

"Yes, yes, come in me husband, sir," she urged.

He slapped one of her thighs in his own torrid ecstasy when he felt the dip, pull and throb of her pussy convulsing around his aching cock.

"Wow, you cute, naughty thing, ladies first, always huh?" he panted.

"I tried to wait!" she peeped as though coming so soon in their encounter was misbehaving.

It tickled Leif.

"Aww sweetie, you can always come as much as you please, unless we play by different rules,"

He let her spasming pussy derive full satisfaction as he held her against the wall.

He had a better way for his own ecstasy.

Once she came twice on his cock, he dislodged his cock temporarily, his angry pink cock flailing in the air, straining for satisfaction and temporarily achy and sensitive outside of the warmth of her pussy.

"Do you want me to suck you off husband, I really have been naughty today, I didn't listen when you were only trying to protect me, and I egged you on to fuck me in public," she begged submissively.

Doe like eyes looked at him like an angel, and she got down on her knees.

She really enjoyed this submission, and she probably especially felt like she needed it in light of the painful events of today. Leif knew that being able to please him filled something in her that she couldn't even describe, but feeling that love reflected back into him was a feeling so sweet it still brought tears to his eyes.

He didn't even want to look her in the eyes while she sucked him off, still didn't trust his eyes not to leak any water, cream puffy softy adoring husband that he was. He didn't think that soft spot for the sweet gifts of her tender submission would ever harden. He couldn't let her suck his cock, because he wouldn't let Lynney worship him like this without looking back into her beautiful brown eyes. He had to fuck her doggy style because he knew his eyes would leak some water. All the trauma she'd been through to day and to see how their love, and the events that he'd planned for her, to make up for the pain helped her feel strength and security and overcome it all and the way it ignited a fire in him like none other, fuck if he could let her suck him off and look into her beautiful eyes knowing how the submission and his adoration fulfilled her without crying.

Still he had to feel like her big, strong husband, at least for her eyes, he didn't want to be crying like a ninny while she finished him off if she wanted to submit to him. She knew how much she got to him, but the manly part of him wanted to save just how much she got to that mushy part of himself during even the raunchiest act right now.

"I love your pretty mouth, but I want to finish inside you baby," he added.

He stroked her full, beautiful lips as though they were his prized possession and then dotingly slapped her rear with the slightest authority.

Lynne stood up, turned her head submissively towards the wall and lifted her skirt to him.

"Finish off from behind as you wish husband," she added dreamily.

Leif grunted with joy, clutching her from behind, one hand possessively groping at her breast under her blouse, the other hand pulling her belly close into him.

"Oh fuck, I love you so much angel, love to push my seeds in your belly," he added into her neck.

He bit at the nape of her neck, sealing in his ecstasy as though he was the vampire in the movie, melting in the soft, gooey sweetness of her and the marvelously citrusy sent of her hair, the soft feel of her caramel skin, and the tight feeling of her tender pussy sloppy with his slippery come.

Before he could control it, his seed erupted out of his head like heated lava, the gooey goodness buoyed on and multiplying among itself a fountain of joy as Leif's arousal grew to proportions never before magnified feeling himself slipping in the folds of his wife which were gushing with his used semen from the movie theater. The act of using his own orgasm he'd had with her in a public movie theater as their lubricant excited him greatly, the explicitness of it all.

"Ah, look at us, look at how naughty you are, I just filled you up, and I'm coming in you again," he grunted.

Pulled her face down by her chin dimple, playfully forcing her to look at the globs and globs of semen coating her pussy and outer lips along with the sight of his organ pressing in her, now purple with joy having pulsed within her multiple times in a short span.

"I would bathe in it if I could," she panted rapturously.

His heart swelled up with love more than his cock when his sweet wife began to convulse around his cock again, she was that physically in tune to his needs and desires that seeing him pillaging her tight pussy and the volume of come made her orgasm again.

"I guess our old nickname for you, little miss faucet is appropriate right now," he teased.

"Fuck, we should call you Mr. Faucet the way you ran in me," grunted Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

"Oh sweet pea, I couldn't express the feelings I feel for you fully if I sat and thought about it for all my days. But I love you so much. That's the best I can do," he added.

He kissed her forehead.

And Lynne glowed and beamed at him, and he felt all choked up inside.

He stood up and took her hands in his.

"Up you go, Let's get you all cleaned up, you're really filthy little Ms. Faucet," he added scooping her into his arms for a piggyback ride.

What an angel she'd been today and now she deserve the royal treatment to be gently cleaned of all the pearly gooey globs he'd left within her so she could sleep the night peacefully!

He lovingly drew Lynne a bath.

She thought he'd be leaving her alone.

But he wouldn't leave her alone for a second. She'd had such a rough day. Trying to share news with her mother only for her to try to use it to entrap Lynne so they could mail her an awful letter.

Regardless of him trying to warn her, it was a painful outcome and he wished he'd been wrong. It seemed doubly important to make sure Lynne felt like she belonged, that she missed out on lost experiences, that she felt safe to act out things that healed her and gave her pleasure, and most importantly that she was physically safe and loved.

She docilely allowed him to bathe her and spoil her. She often protested but she didn't this time and he knew it was because Lynne was sleepy. He relished the chance to bathe her. When that was finished he dried her off lovingly and helped her roll up her silky hair on her hair curlers.

The Leif's wifey panties were now all caked up with girl juices and cum, so he pulled out the next best thing, the kitten panties.

She'd wanted to sleep in the big white t-shirt he'd worn today as a night shirt, because it smelled like him. She'd been embarrassed to ask him, but when he caught her sniffing it when he'd thrown it in the corner, her response was so sweet he couldn't deny her anything when she asked.

He relished the idea of her bare tits, stomach and pussy under his clean white t-shirt, that garment had never been so lucky.

"I keep seeing that fucking vampire Leif! I guess I shouldn't have seen a slasher as my first R-rated movie," said Lynne.

"Ah Lynne, he won't get you. I'll keep him away. If you feel nervous at night, I told you before, all you have to do is just brush my shoulder," said Leif.

"I know. Can we...I wanna...can we read some of my stories?" asked Lynne.

He pulled out chicken soup for the couple's soul and read a bit to Lynne.

When he turned the page to read the next story she was already sleeping in his shoulder.

He stifled a chuckle.

She was such a chicken.

And it made her even more fucking adorable and loveable to her doting husband!

She'd had a rough day. And he'd learned something about their love...he never should have hidden those phone calls, painful though they might have been for Lynne. And, she may not always react to news the way he expected her to, or even the way that was best for her, but it was his job as her husband to help her get through the scrapes and bruises.

His job to love her as she'd never before been loved.

But it wasn't just a job as a husband.

It was a privilege and joy.

***

The rest of the honeymoon, Leif pulled out all the stops of surprises that he'd wanted to give to Lynne during the honeymoon. He knew he had the rest of their lives to treat her as a princess, but they only got one honeymoon which he wanted to set the foundation of joy for the rest of their marriage.

Once he knew about the lack of dancing opportunities for her earlier in her life, along with Lynne's interest in dance lessons, he went ahead and purchased dance lessons for them.

But rather than letting on that they were dance lessons, he took her for an elaborate shopping trip that included her trying on a selection of fancy evening gowns, and picking the one they both liked the best.

They actually let him in the dressing room with Lynne, which would have turned out to be their error, could they have seen what was going on, when he took off the dress, he carefully hung it on the hanger for Lynne.

Lynne was wearing nothing but panties and the cute navy blue pumps that he was purchasing that she would sport in the beautiful blue dress that she was wearing. He couldn't help himself, seeing her in those innocent, white, cotton bikini cut briefs, knowing how naughty she was, he ended up bending her over without a word, and Lynne knelt willingly across the dressing room chair, his fingers in her mouth, to keep her from crying out, while he curled his toes viscously in the soles of his converse to keep from crying out, as he plowed into her from behind, doggie style, her luscious beige breasts bouncing happily in the dressing room mirror. God damn, a memory he would cherish for all times!

Next up, a stop to the boutique for Lynne which he surprised her with, to get her hair all styled in a fancy updo for the occasion.

Then dance Lessons, where he and Lynne played deliciously with the roles of domination and submission, the dance teacher inadvertently teaching Lynne to be more submissive to Leif which played deliciously into her desires and fantasies as she looked dreamily into Leif's eyes, wanting, needing, aching for a repeat of being fucked as she was in the dressing room.

Finally Leif laid out her clothes for the evening, her beautiful dress, the shoes he'd bought her, the bottle of cologne he'd purchased the other day for her, and lastly the pair of vibrating panties that he'd gotten her in the sex toy shop. He had Lynne wear them for the evening. He whisked her off for a romantic evening of couples dancing. When she got to frisky on the dance floor and forgot to allow him to lead, as she was a much better dancer than him, and it was natural for her to take the lead, he watched her cheeks turn crimson as she stifled her moans and leaned into him helplessly on the floor, when he turned on the remote to the vibrating panties!