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posted: 08/19/12 at 3:06 AM
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****
He loved lying close to her, while she rested. She was soft, smooth, warm and she slept like a little angel. The peace with which she held him, and the intensity with which she clung to him, unbeknownst to her, because she was deep in her slumber soothed and comforted him.
It felt good to feel her hold on so tight. In her subconscious, she knew she was safe with him, and that he would protect her.
He kissed the soft tuft of her tapered haircut.
“Man it feels good holding you. Oh, I can’t wait till school is over. And…every night can be like this,” he whispered.
And soon, soothed by her holding him and squeezing her back just as tightly, he fell asleep.
But not for long…he did awaken a few hours later.
And she was warm, soft, and perfect in his arms.
And he was filled with love and lust for her.
He rolled her over onto her back, and then lay on top of her.
She slept like a little log, and he was a bit disappointed. He was happy that she was comfortable with him, and wanted to rest, but he ached for her, both to please her, and be pleased himself.
He pulled the covers back, and hoped the draft would awaken her.
When it did not, he kissed all down her torso and around her thighs.
She still did not awaken, so he very gently with a thumb and an index finger spread her open, and he ducked his head between her legs.
He took a whiff, and she smelled wonderful.
If she didn’t awaken from the draft, and other things, he figured he would wake her up with the most pleasant of all feelings, an orgasm.
So he buried his head between her thighs, spreading her gently, licking her first teasingly around where he should enter her, and then over her clitoris.
And she didn’t wake up right away, though, she did groan and mash his head solidly into her crotch. He was pleasuring her in her sleep.
She was dry when he first started tasting her, but her body responded to him so naturally and on such a primal level, just like they loved each other. She started to get all wet and gooey like he loved, even though she was asleep.
And he felt her swelling.
Part of him felt like it was wrong for him to have his way with his young wife in her sleep. The other part of him loved having his way with her in his sleep, and couldn’t wait for her to join in the action.
Thinking it was a little wrong to disturb her sexually while she slept increased his feelings of lust for her.
He was hard against the mattress and he moved against the mattress for relief, he was aching so hard to come.
“OOohhhh Grant, what the hell are you doing!” moaned Thelma.
At first he thought she was uncomfortable with what he was doing, but when she started to moan…
“Ohhhhh baby, I love how you wake me up!”
And he chuckled into her stomach.
She moved him around the way she wanted him to go, by his hears, and she was rocking into his stomach even though she was, doubtless sleepy.
Then she pulled him on top of her.
“I want you deep inside me right now Grant! Waking me up like this! No more monkeying around!” she shouted loudly into the night.
Grant chuckled as she pulled him on top of her.
However, rather than the frenetic pace at which they’d made love the first time, crouched in the doorway, this time in the bed, they made love sweetly, gently, slowly, as though they were breathing, once, and then two times, before falling blissfully asleep, this time, Grant in as big of a slumber as Thelma, spooning each other.
***
They slept fitfully, their hands finding their ways over various parts of each other’s bodies and stimulating each other until, and then falling back asleep until the early morning.
In the early morning, Thelma awoke.
She sat up in bed and had a smoke, looking down tenderly and Grant. She stroked his hair, and kissed his forehead.
She then decided that she wanted to wake him up the same way that he’d woke her up in the middle of the night. She threw the covers back, and kissed down his chest and torso.
His hands were in her hair, but she knew he didn’t know, knew he was sleeping.
She licked him, around his head, while he was soft, and much smaller than usual, but, as soon as she began licking him, he sprang alive into that huge, thick, pulsing hardness that she loved.
She took him fully into her mouth, and deeply into her lips.
She wanted him to come, and come hard. So she sucked him, and licked him teasingly around the head, the way she knew he loved when he was awake.
He hadn’t given her a drop of his essence since they vacationed in his grandfather’s summer home, just a few days after the secret wedding, and she wanted it.
He loved like an angel when he was sleeping, and now, his forehead was wrinkled with pleasure. Like he’d caught her unawares earlier, when he was licking her, in the middle of her sleep, she didn’t even realize what he was doing until she was on the brink of orgasm, and then she wanted him deep inside her.
He was beautiful, wrinkled forehead, and pouty mouth. And then, his green eyes flew open. And, due to his male nature, it seemed that he had even less control than what she’d had when he’d awoken her.
“Oh, Oh sweetie, I’m coming!” he groaned, and he grabbed the nape of her neck groggily.
“I’m coming so hard! Thelma, I love you so much,” he murmured, and he was curling her toes.
And, because he’d deprived her of his flavor so much, she looked up at him angelically. She didn’t want to answer him. Instead, she looked up at him, swallowing every drop of his sweet, spunky essence, and she couldn’t get enough.
And while she was swallowing him, he leaned down, and stroked her cheeks, and dimples dotingly.
“You’re such a little angel, a spunky little beautiful angel, and I love you so much,” he murmured.
“I love you too Grant,” she murmured lovingly, licking his essence from the corner of her mouth.
“And now handsome, I want you to relax. Sleep some more. I’m going to fix you some breakfast, and pamper you. I want you to enjoy your weekend away from school, relaxing for me, and I want to remind you that you need to come home every weekend to get the special brand of loving that only your wife can bring,” she murmured lovingly.
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posted: 08/19/12 at 3:07 AM
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***
She was quite proud of herself. She’d made a short, frilly little black costume. French Maid style. When Marlinda saw it, she said:
“I can’t believe you would wear something like that, that makes you look like the Help, for that Rich looking white boy. He could have bought you as the help a while ago,”
To which Thelma quipped
“That rich looking white boy is my hubby. Besides, he knows that I’m no help, nor am I a doormat. But I think it’s a little cute to play into his fantasy this weekend, that when he comes home, his wife is willing to take care of him. It’ll make him hanker for me each day on campus,” said Thelma.
So she’d put a lot of effort into making her cute little outfit for Grant. She topped it off with the Apron he’d given her as a gag gift earlier.
How far they’d come since then!
Husband and wife, and she couldn’t wait for the world to know.
She got started on his two special surprises.
One of his favorites, pancakes and she’d bought fresh blueberries.
She stared out of the window and had a quick smoke before starting to prepare his breakfast.
And she was greeted by a lead sharp pain in her abdomen, which caused her to clutch her side and groan a little bit.
Her cramps had gone away last month after much nursing from Grant and Marlinda, but they seemed to be back with a vengeance. But this was really strange, because she had not even yet started her cycle.
She decided to press through the pain and ignore it, whistling with her teeth and leaning against the counter for support.
Maybe the vigorous sex had awoken something within her.
She readied her other surprise for Grant by getting some hot water started in the sink.
She heard him stirring in the bedroom.
***
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posted: 08/20/12 at 4:25 PM
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Yess!! Stay tuned....this story is going to shock you, and the ending is probably going to really surprise you....still got a little ways to go. But each turn along the way will mean something, and you will be able to peice it all together and it will make sense together....I don't put in any of the plot twists for no reason 
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posted: 08/21/12 at 12:03 AM
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Thelma, I can’t sleep honey. I miss you. Today is our only full day together. What are you up to in the kitchen sweets?” he called.
“Well I can’t tell you handsome, otherwise it’s not a surprise silly,” said Thelma.
“I’m coming out there to see,” said Grant.
She heard him running water in the bathroom.
“Please don’t shave Grant. I don’t want you to shave this morning,” said Thelma.
“Why? I’ve got stubble baby. Stubble tickles and burns. And, since I’m going to have my head between your thighs all morning, that might be a problem for you wifey,”
Thelma chuckled uproariously.
“I love the sound of your laughter. Okay, I’ll just wash up, and bring my red whiskered face into the kitchen,” said Grant.
He made her giggle. He was so silly.
“Is it Okay to brush,” said Grant.
“Do you want kisses this morning? If you do, I’d say you better brush Buster,” said Thelma.
Now Grant was the one chuckling.
***
He brushed hurriedly. He couldn’t wait to lay eyes on her again.
It was so pleasant being woken up to her warm, sweet, wet little lips sucking out his essence. As soon as he looked down at her lovely face, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was coming.
That was the best feeling in the world to Grant. To be woken up having a throbbing erection, she’d probably caused, being satisfied, culminating in a huge burst of delicious pleasure, and then to look down at her darling face, big brown eyes and those heart breaking dimples.
It was just too lovely.
And he wondered what she was preparing to surprise him with in the kitchen. He had no idea, but she was spoiling him rotten and making him not want to go back to campus. He was so glad she was his wife, she made every moment, so very special.
It felt weird not to shave in the morning, even though she’d asked him not to earlier.
He quickly washed off his face, brushed his teeth, and sprayed some deodorant under his arms.
Then he walked towards the kitchen, shirtless and wearing only his pajama pants.
She was standing with her back to him, and she was wearing the most adorable little frilly black skirt, fishnet stockings with seams, and little black pumps.
“Pantyhose,” he whispered softly, like a little boy being treated with his favorite surprise.
“Yes baby…just for you,” murmured Thelma, turning over one of his pancakes, and turning around to face him, a grin playing on her lips, and dimples toying at her cheeks.
“It looks yummy. But….but I don’t mean the pancakes,” said Grant.
Thelma chuckled, and took the pancakes off of the griddle.
“Well thank you Grant,” murmured Thelma sexily.
“Please sit down in that chair over there handsome,” said Thelma gesturing to the chair.
“Sure thing little mama,” said Grant, sitting down in the chair.
Thelma sat a black kit in his lap.
“That’s a present for you. I bought it myself. It’s to be used when you go back to school next week. I think you’ll like it,’ said Thelma.
“OH Darlin, you shouldn’t have. I want you to be saving your money for your apartment, and to buy gowns and stuff,” said Grant softly.
“Oh stop it! You’re always spoiling me. It didn’t cost that much. Besides that, I’m raking in the dough now,” she teased.
He chuckled.
“Well thank you,” said Grant softly.
“Open it,” said Thelma.
She was so girlish and adorable in her eagerness, which made her even more adorable to him.
He grinned as he opened it happily.
She’d gotten him a man’s shaving kit.
It was replete with a man’s razor, several replacement blades, shaving cream, and a shaving brush.
“And I already made you some hot lather,’ murmured Thelma, dipping the shaving brush from his kit into the lather.
She bent over to apply a bit to his face, and the shirt in her little French made costume was just a little too tight, and a little too low-cut, and showed her gorgeous little chocolate globes.
And he knew she’d planned it this way on purpose.
He licked his lips.
“Where…where did you get this little outfit, because I love it,” he murmured grabbing her around her waist, and trying to pull her into his lap.
“I….I didn’t get it anywhere. I made it. Just for you. And I hope you like it. Now hush up so I can shave you,” murmured Thelma.
“Oh yes, yes ma’am. I like it very much, you look gorgeous” said Grant softly, huskily.
She dipped the brush into the hot lather, and gently spread it around his whiskers.
He groaned with pleasure.
In response she kissed his forehead.
She took his shaving kit from him, and sat it on the table. She got out one of the razors, and put in a fresh cartridge.
She knelt with one knee between his legs, just a whisper hair away from his now throbbing manhood. She turned him on. She looked ravishing, smelled wonderful, and was simply tasty to him.
“You’re spoiling your husband,” said Grant, softly, tenderly taking her hand.
“I know. And I want to. I want you to know you get the best loving and care, here, at home with me in Brooklyn, where you belong,” said Thelma, softly, possessively.
“Yeah darlin’. I know that, but it’s so lovely to come home and be reminded of it,” he murmured.
Thelma grinned at him, and started Gently shaving him around his neck, and beard.
It felt like heaven to him, for her to shave him while knelt between his legs.
To shave his neck, because he was so tall, she ended up sitting between his legs.
And when she Kneeled, he caught a glimpse of his beautiful little bride, and it didn’t take him long to figure out that she was wearing barely any panties under that little skirt.
“Oh my word, you’re not wearing anything but a skimpy pair of little knickers under that little skirt are you,” he murmured gripping her tenderly around her waist.
He was ready to forget his morning shape-up.
“I….I can’t answer that sir, let me….let me shave you and get your breakfast,” said Thelma softly, pinching her lips together, her dimples coming together prominently.
“Are you, are you playing…a game with your husband?” he asked grinning playfully.
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posted: 08/21/12 at 12:04 AM
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He squeezed her waist as she shaved his neck.
“A….a game? No, I’m just serving you this weekend,” said Thelma, softly, demurely.
“Let me get a hot towel to wipe off your face,” said Thelma.
“I don’t want a hot towel…or anything else besides. I want you for breakfast. You, and whatever you’re wearing under that as the daily special,” said Grant.
With one swift motion he picked her up and sat her on the counter.
She busted into giggles.
“Grant, Grant, stop it, you’re still wearing your shaving cream,”
And then, once he got ahold of her ear, and nuzzling her face, she murmured
“You’re getting the shaving cream all over me,” tangling her fingers in his hair and trying to move him away from her neck.
“Are you….are you bossing me around little lady….I know…I know surely that can’t be the case when there was all this talk about serving me earlier. Besides, you look cute wearing my shaving cream,” he murmured, butting his chin up to her nose, and her forehead, getting dollops of shaving cream all over his young bride.
“You’re taking this too far Grant. If I wanted to boss you around, I most certainly would, but I thought it would be nice to serve you for a change. Keep acting up, and I’ll paddle you,” said Thelma sticking out her tongue.
“You won’t paddle me, though you might like to. I’m bigger than you and stronger than you besides, but I might like taking a paddle to your cute little tail,” teased Grant.
Thelma twisted, and turned, and finally got her apron loose from between the two of them, and used it to roughly wipe off his face.
“Thelma, you’re hurting me,” he chuckled.
She wasn’t deterred, and she roughly smacked his bottom.
“What kind of a little girl Friday are you huh? But I have to admit, that, if you were my little helper, your bossy attitude, and saucy way is turning me on. I think it’s time for the boss to teach you a lesson,” he murmured playfully.
He pushed her back down to the table, pinned up her arms, and began necking her.
Her skin was so soft, and so smooth, and it turned him on greatly the way that she squirmed.
“You stop that right now,” squealed Thelma.
“Well why? Because I said I want to eat you for breakfast? Because I said I was bigger than you and would paddle you?” he said, gleefully pinning her arms back further.
She nipped at his neck, and his chest.
“When you’re struggling, it’s only turning me on more. So lay back, like a nice little housewife, and let your hubby take care of you,” said Grant.
He could see the playful anger, and the fire in her eyes, but she was trapped.
“Oh Grant, you better get off me now,” she murmured, and she actually reached up and punched him in his side, hard, trying to startle him, and he knew, get the upper hand and throw him off of her.
“The spunk, the fire turns me on. The dimples too,” he murmured kissing at them.
“Just lay back, and it’ll only take a second,” he added playfully, his green eyes twinkling.
“I’m not laying back mister. And it better take more than any second too, if you’re forcing yourself on me besides,” chuckled Thelma.
She punched him in his sides again, attempted to stand up on her elbows, and push him off of her.
She was so strong, she was beginning to make headway.
And he was stiff, and achy in his plaid pajama bottoms.
“Husband and wife shouldn’t tussle so much. You’re gonna get hurt,” teased grant lovingly stroking her hair.
He was weak for her and doting.
But his weakness allowed her to get the upper hand.
She finally pushed off of him and got off the table in a hurry.
Then she took the dishtowel from the counter and roughly rubbed it over his face.
“Why…you little-“ he murmured.
He pushed her up to the counter top, and started necking her and roughly biting her ear.
He pushed his erection up to her stomach.
“I want you so bad Thelma. I love my breakfast, and I love my shave, but can I have you if I ask nicely? I know you were playing a little game serving me, and it’s cute, and it’s turning me on. But…but I want you. Can I have my present now?” asked Grant.
“Certainly. And….and you wrestling me so much has me…really excited for you….you can….you can just get something from the bedroom,” said Thelma.
Now, she was just in the little frilly black dress, the apron gone.
He swallowed.
He knew what getting something from the bedroom meant. More creamy, steamy, and delicious heat. Her groans, nibbling her lip, pushing out those dimples, grunting, and then her coming. Her first. He loved it when his little angel was first.
He went to the bedroom, not even swallowing, to the night table, and he got not one, not two, but three condoms, and returned to the kitchen.
When he came back to the kitchen, she was sitting, eagle spread on a chair, her back to him, staring out of the window.
He knew why she got that chair.
She wanted him to love her from behind sitting down.
“You’re so sensual Thelma,” murmured Grant squeezing his penis through his pajama pants.
“Well, I don’t know any other way to be mister. Now are you going to come over here, and hurry up, or are you going to let those pancakes I slaved over get cold?” she asked playfully.
And just the way she said it, her complicit obedience, the way she was giving him permission to give her a quickie like that was so sexy that he ached.
“Turn around in the chair, and face me,” said Grant.
“Why? You know what I look like,” she teased.
He could tell by the way she said it, that a grin was playing on her face.
“You’ve got the sauciest little mouth in the world, and the raunchiest little way. I’m buying a paddle for next weekend. I can’t stand it. I’m going to spank you all over your smooth, chocolate little tail. I want you to turn around, because…it feels better between your legs, after I lick you and kiss you down there the way you love,”
He heard her breath catch in her throat.
And he literally ran toward the chair, sat behind her on the chair, and whispered, grabbing her neck, and biting her ear
“You get all wet, and swollen. It gets puffy, and tight, and I like how it feels. It feels better when you are horny, and even after you come. When I press myself within it, it feels so full down there, I feel like my manhood will burst the second it’s inside of you. Now is that the raw talk you want,”
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Thank you for being patient with me and enjoying the story Mrs. It will pay off in the end, I promise 