January 2025
We’d had our autumnal visitors from Thailand and Sweden. Neung and Sonny from Thailand had a wonderful time as had Åke from Sweden who had helped me so much with my research into the Swedish side of my family.
It was the second week of the New Year. Stephen and I had a busy Holiday season, having Christmas with his mother and father up in the North West of Scotland in Torridon and celebrating the New Year with friends and my family in Cornwall.
It was a turbulent time with the new government causing all kinds of ructions over the inheritance of family farms as well of major concerns about the new US administration.
Financially we had done well, and even made money in our accounts mostly because we’d not had any major expenses the past year, and our investments had made us a decent profit. Our only major expense planned for the forthcoming year was the upkeep of the house and our wonderful cruiser yacht ‘ Morviajow’ and the trip through the Mediterranean to the Greek islands with Åke and the very desirable Lars who we were very eager to include.
Stephen had unusually gone out to the Rugby Club gym for a major workout. He’d been slightly neglecting his gym work. It was just after seven pm when Goran, my brother called me to ask if I could help with sheltering the cattle. I hadn’t heard it, but there was a major storm forecast and unusually for West Cornwall, snow. So, I wrapped up warm and walked the mile to the farmhouse and spent three hours helping bed down our wonderful Jersey cows.
I was also given the task of penning our new Jersey Bull. Ned our previous bull was now a bit too old for us and had been sold to a young farmer, and we had purchased a wonderful beast named Rex. Appropriately named as he is indeed a king.
Stephen was happy about the change as he and Ned had never got on at all, since my younger brother and I jokingly got Stephen to attach the milking cups to Ned during his first visit to the farm. My future husband had absolutely no idea about cattle and didn’t notice that Ned had no udders until he was just about to attach them. Ned seemed to realise that he was about to be humiliatingly milked by Stephen who had a cock almost as huge as his.
Having settled the cattle, I refused the offer of a drink with my brother and his lovely wife Laura and walked home in the biting wind which was now up to a Force seven.
I got home to catch the local weather on the TV and there were all kinds of warnings of wind, ice on roads, and even snow. Non-essential travel was not advised. I thanked God that the house was warm, that we had plenty of food and the freezer was full and said a prayer of thanks that we had our own wind turbine if the power lines were blown down.
I settled down in the lounge waiting for Stephen to return listening to Bach with a large snifter of Armagnac. My husband arrived home about fifteen minutes later, complaining of the wind and the icy roads.
After a kiss and cuddle he went upstairs to shower off the gym and promised to join me upstairs in bed before too long. I finished the drink, switched off the music and went upstairs where I could hear the wind now really blowing it’s guts out. I stripped naked and climbed into the bed and waited for Stephen.
In the summer we slept on the top of the bed naked, but during the winter we had got used to the huge duvet we had on top of our Emperor sized bed, demanded by Stephen when he moved to live with me just over eight years earlier. It was the size of bed we needed because of his extraordinary height and build. He being six foot six and weighing seventeen stone and my being three inches shorter and at fifteen and a half stone.
Not just ourselves but when we had “guests” with us on our bed the weight plus the “activity”, required a very sturdy bed.
Stephen came out of the shower wrapped in his white towelled gown, using a large towel to dry his hair and legs. He smiled at me as I watched. He turned away from me and as was his habit developed from his time in the Army, he folded the towel and placed it on the rail by the bathroom, and turning his back to me, he took off the gown, giving me the most wonderful view of his rear.
His exercise at the gym had been well worth it as he was pumped even from behind. I scanned his back admiring the wonderful V shape of his back from the broadness of his shoulders down to his thirty-four-inch waist and then his sensational glutes and magnificent calves and thighs.
The white gown was carefully folded and draped over the rear of the two-bedroom chairs and he turned to face me. It was impossible to miss. His huge thick ten-inch cock was pointing directly at me. Even after all this time and the most intimate experience of the monster I was still overwhelmed by the size of his uncut cock and delighted that it was hard in my presence and excited to be with me.
Stephen paced to the bed and slipped the duvet towards me and climbed into the bed, straddling me and throwing the duvet over the two of us. Our two erections clashed together, and I looked up into his adoring eyes. He came down to me, his mouth wide open and his tongue hanging out and we French kissed with extraordinary passion. I wrapped my arms around his massive back holding him to me wanting all his wonderful body to not only cover me but to possess me. Stephen reached up to hold my face in his huge hands, preventing me from any escape from his kissing, not that I wanted to.
He started to hump himself against me, our cocks rubbing against each other. I slid my hands down to his arse cheeks, encouraging him to push against me harder.
I couldn’t help but notice that his testosterone level was high, and combined with our favourite Havarti Shower Gel from Penhaligon’s he smelled wonderful and tonight Stephen was very horny.
He transferred his weight, swinging me on top of him, stopping the kiss and staring up into my eyes.
“I’m so happy we’re together”. His deep bass rumbled. As usual I weakened at the sound of his voice. I told him that I was too. I started to hump him, and I felt his hand reach down to his cock and experienced him put his hard on between my thighs.
A huge blast of wind straight off the Atlantic battered the window of our bedroom sending a shiver across my body and I pushed myself harder against the wonderfully sculpted body below me, now really eager that our bodies melded into one.
He loved the extra pressure against him, purring his pleasure.
“You want to fuck during this storm”?
It was not often we fucked but tonight, Stephen was looking spectacular, and I was so full of desire and love for him. I nodded.
“You want me inside of you”?
If it was going to be the only part of him inside of me this stormy night, then I wanted it.
I kissed him deeply. It was my answer. My agreement.
“I’ll be ever so gentle with you my darling man”!
I knew he would be. He was always loving, careful and tender with me when he fucked. With other guys I’d seen him fuck Stephen had been hard, and powerful and it seemed to me that he was punishing the bottoms, but I was always excited watching him power fuck them.
I felt his cock, between my thighs throb in expectation, and his hands dropped to my cheeks, squeezing them appreciatively.
I licked at his bull neck, covering the area with short shark kisses and licking the thick vein with desire. As I tongue worshiped his huge slabs of shoulder and chest muscle, I felt his fingers gently caress my hole, massaging the sensitive nerves and making shivers of joy zing up my spine and making my cock spasm against his abs.
I raised myself up slightly so I could get to his huge chest and to his fantastic nipples. Thank God we were nip freaks. We could suck, chew and lick the others nips for ages, and he could do my nips so well that I had the most sensational orgasms.
A hand was removed from my hole and put on my head as I gently nibbled his nipple. His left nip was the more responsive. I had learned this over the years, and he pushed my head down hard against the hard pumped-up pectoral muscle.
“Tonight, there was a….” He started to say something but stopped as I bit hard into the nub and he gave out a deep pleasurable sigh. Whatever he was going to tell was forgotten, as I continued to nibble at the nip and felt him squirm in joy below me. I reached to work the other nip to tweak with my fingers, and his moaning increased.
His grip on my head hardened and I was lifted up from the hard nipples to received more kisses from him.
Eventually. I was let go and I headed to his hard abs, loving the hard buns and his tight waist.
Stephen’s monster had been released from my thighs and now lay a good couple of inches above his navel. Of course, I just had to taste that monster that my face had bumped against as I worshiped his abs.
He had always been so forgiving that I couldn’t take his hugeness into my throat. I’d never developed the skill to relax my throat for him, telling me that it was very few guys who had actually swallowed him whole. Stephen even went as far as to show me a porno video of a bottom who could only take the head of a gigantic cock in his mouth but who could take the full length and thickness in his arse, telling me not to worry. Licking his shaft and balls was wonderful he assured me.
Under the duvet I couldn’t see what I was doing it was so dark under there but I could feel and sense what I was about to do. I had the gargantuan prick in my hand and placed my tongue somewhere on the ten-inch shaft and use the wet touch to find the urethra, that fat piss and cum tube that stood out on the veined monster, and licked my way up to the glans, flicking my way underneath the most sensitive head of his cock, that I loved so much.
A moan came from up above me, outside the duvet, and I lifted the huge cock upwards and pulled back my teeth so as not to injure my lovers prized cock and sank my lips over the head and taking a couple of inches of the hot cock in my mouth using my tongue to excite my gorgeous sexy stud of a husband. A deep growl of appreciation came rumbling from his chest and I felt the vibration down to his cock, followed a few seconds later by a trickle of lube on my tongue.
I held his cock in just my mouth and used my hands to explore his abs and chest and found his nipples and pinched them hard. Again, there was a low growl from his lungs and I felt all Stephen’s body react.
“Oh fuck Gerren, keep sucking and licking my cock”. Wonderful words for anyone to hear from my man, as handsome and as built as any Norse God. I wanted to please him more. I pushed his thighs apart further, dropped his cock from my mouth and went for the ultimate prize his arse hole.
One of the great delights I found during our first couple of weekends together, when we were exploring each other’s likes and dislikes during sex was that we had similar tastes and one was rimming. I was so frightened that Stephen was just a prick tease and would dump me after a month or so that I took every chance to eat his hole that I could and was delighted to find that Stephen was equally a committed butt muncher.
What was even better was to find out later that we both enjoyed sharing a decent cock to suck together and fighting over a hot hole to eat together in what we jokingly called a Chateaubriand, the French meat dish that restaurants usually make you eat in pairs. What we also enjoyed was a good sixty-nine rim job too, followed by deep kissing. Something that got us really excited with each other.
In the darkness under the Duvet, I was licking both of Stephen’s low hanging balls, taking both of them in my mouth and churning my tongue around them, with Stephen almost whimpering in delight and expectation.
I raised his knees upwards for access to his hole and lifted the bottom of the duvet off the mattress allowing some light into the rear of the cover and letting me get a glimpse of his hairless hole in the small amount of light, and diving down to his hole pushing my wet tongue against the beautiful muscle.
Stephen gave out a huge roar of approval and his hand came down to my head pushing it hard against the crevice.
“Oh Gerren, lick it, eat me, you do it so well”. He cried out. Suddenly the duvet was flung off the bed, and the light exposed his body and I could see the hole I was licking and Stephen looking down at me and pushing my head down hard with his hand brushing against my blond hair.
I lifted his buttocks up higher which enabled me to look at his fantastically sculpted body and his handsome face to see the joy and delight in his eyes.
Then Stephen’s face change to one of determination. “Aw fuck”, he called out and suddenly I was only aware of my body being manipulated and pushed around with my face still in his arse cheeks but with Stephen now on top of me, but his legs each side of my head and my legs in the air and Stephen’s face in my hole.
Stephen was reaming out my hole with a determination knowing he was going to be fucking me before too long and he was really working magic down there as I was really relaxed. The better he made me feel, the more determined I was to make him feel really good too, wetting my tongue, giving his hole the sloppiest licks and then blowing gently against the beautiful pink muscle.
Again, I was pushed around to face him to receive the loveliest of kisses. Tonight, Stephen was being really passionate with me. Not that he was not passionate but tonight was exceptionally so.
I was then positioned on my back and he was all over me kissing and licking me everywhere and then sucking me with really wet lunges into his mouth. More kisses and that look of his, that one full of lust and love.
“Let’s fuck”. He questioningly raised his blond eyebrows, blinking at me with his dark blond eye-lashes and gave me that smile. I couldn’t resist. I’d have laid down in the middle of the Charing Cross Road in London during rush hour for him. He leaned over to the night stall for the lube and cum towel, and used the KY with two of his ultra long fingers to prepare my hole, looking with care and concern as he pushed the lube deep in my hole. I felt the chill of the lube and looked into those wonderful eyes so full of love for me.
I let out a moan.
“Are you sure you want me”?
“Keep kissing me like you have been. It’s wonderful”.
A massive smile from him. “You got it my darling man”.
He raised my legs by gripping my ankles and leaned over me again, kissing me deeply as I felt his enormity pushing against my arse. “Just relax my darling. I’ll not hurt you”. It was a promise he had said to me each time he’s fucked me and he’d always kept his word.
I held onto his biceps, always a turn on to feel those huge guys in my hands, tonight they were well pumped from his exercise on the gym and the veins looked stunning as they extended to his forearms and down to his tiny wrists. I loved the size of them in my hands.
There were more kisses as I felt my hole really open up for him. His initial entry had never bothered me. It was later when the head was pushing against the anal shute, that I really felt the pain. Stephen had learned to take that part of the journey really gently and slowly. There were a lot more kissing and words of re-assurance and affection and love – his deep voice giving me soothing words of comfort. I was always aware of his concern for me.
I could feel him travel further inside of me and was waiting for that magic moment when he hit the button. By then Stephen would have been slowly fucking me and he pushed in further as I tightened and then released my hole allowing him to fill me quarter inch by quarter inch.
Through experience, I knew it could take a few minutes for him to fill me completely and that well before it he’d reach that special place. When he did find it, the sensation ran through my body all the way and especially to my ears which seemed to zing with a high pitched definite audible ring.
This was always the signal for me to latch myself to his body and kiss him wildly. It was then that Stephen would increase the rate of his fucking and push that little further inside of me.
I loved him inside of me. I loved his handsome face and the love in his eyes. I adored seeing his massive chest and arms and those tantalising nipples, and I enjoyed wrapping my legs around his body holding him in place as he slowly fucked me with long deliberate strokes and kissed me gloriously. There had never been any other guy who had fucked me as my husband did, ever. Not that I had been fucked by all that many men. Maybe ten to fifteen of them.
Since meeting Stephen, he was the only man to have fucked me and the only man I’d wanted to fuck me even though the size of him scared me half to death. He had by far at the time the biggest dick I’d seen on a white guy even though I knew that I was also blessed a big cock too.
I knew he was in me and his kisses were soft, gentle and re-assuring and he was being enormously considerate tonight. There was another blast of wind against the window and he turned to look in the direction and said out loud. “Please fuck, don’t put me off will you”.
Then he touched me, sending a frisson right up through my body and I let go of his biceps and threw my arms around him tightly and kissing him deeply. His response was to start to fuck deeper hitting the switch again and again, loving my reaction to his effort, and calling out to me “Yes Gerren, Yes, Love this fuck”.
I was too. This was as close to my wish that he’d take over my body completely. More kissing and more quivers throughout my body and he told me to tighten up again. I tried and he seemed very happy gently telling me to relax again and I felt him travel into me deeper for a moment he lifted himself away from me and looked down at himself and brought his attention back to me again seemingly satisfied with what he saw.
“Almost home”, he told me sincerely. “Just a few more pushes from us both and we’ll be one”.
I turned my attention to his nipples, pinching them hard and pulling them away from his pumped-up pecs, his eyes slightly watered at the pain but his love and enjoyment of me never faded. Our kissing re-commenced, and as he had promised the last few pushes had all of his ten inches inside of me and I knew it from the look of bliss in his eyes and the sudden intensity of his kisses.
“I love you Gerren, I love you so much, you are the most beautiful person in my life”. He told me, and his slow, loving and long shafting of my hole began.
I loved this missionary position as I could see his handsomeness and his fantastic body and also feel his love with me each and every time he hit my prostate. My cock was hard and got the attention it needed from Stephen’s hand, slowly jacking me off as he gave me those long unhurried fucks. This was the worship he had promised me during our wedding vows which I recalled he had been so purposeful when he recited the words at the ceremony.
I had once asked him to really fuck me as he did with other guys, we had luckily got into share our bed, but he flatly refused, insisting that he’d never hurt me and had promised himself he never would. He loved me and would never give me pain, physical or mental. He later told me that he’s inflicted enough pain when he was fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I always let Stephen take the lead when we fucked even when I fucked him, but tonight he wasn’t changing the position. He remained on top of me.
Stephen asked to shoot his load inside of me. This was strange as we had never done it even when we used condoms. It was one of the joys that we both could be excited enough to shoot off huge loads all over each other.
“I want this to be more of me inside of you”.
I wasn’t shocked or puzzled and accepted his request.
“Just don’t blast me off the bed”. I told him. “I know just how strong you can shoot your load”.
“I want to fill you for once”. He confirmed following his desire with lots of tiny kisses all over my face.
“What do you want me to do to help you get off”? I asked.
“Do what you usually do when we are alone. Just be my loving sexy handsome husband”. He bore down on my face, his mouth wide open and his tongue pointing out desirous for that wet kiss.
As Stephen fucked me with those deep thrusts, banging away at my switch, we kissed and I played with his nipples, giving him the torture he liked so much. His kisses became more passionate and his breathing more laboured. He didn’t speed up or become rougher, he kept up his loving fuck strokes inside of me and then called out that he was coming. I tightened up my arse and gave his nipples a big pull and twist and he orgasmed.
Holding that deep kiss we had, he was sucking out my tongue and my breath as he grunted his orgasm, his fucking stopping as he shot his load inside my guts.
I felt his cock spasming inside of me, and the release of his cum into my hole. Fuck there was a lot of it, but I knew that was the way he was. Outside of the body Stephen always shot huge loads further than I did, but I spasmed more shots than him if not as far as he could. It was a joke between us both. Volume versus power.
Slowly Stephen’s orgasm subsided and relaxed the twisting of his nips and my arse.
He didn’t pull out of me but again he looked back down to see the results. He looked back at me grinning in delight. “Fuck, it’s pouring out of your arse”. I knew that I could feel it dribbling down towards the bed out of my rear.
Still deep inside of me I was spun around so I was on top of him.
“Go on my lovely, shoot your load all over me while I’m inside you”.
I sat up with those ten inches deep in me with God knows how much cum. Wanking my cock and looking down on my wonderful husband with his marvellous body lying down in front of me.
“I was going to tell you something that happened at the gym tonight”. I looked at him questioningly”.
“I was cruised”. That was nothing new to me. “This sensational guy I’d not seen before, I suppose because I don’t go to the gym at night. Anyhow, I played along with him for an hour and teased him mercilessly, even to the point that he took off his top. Fuck Gerren what a body he had on him. Massive chest and arms, gorgeous washboard abs, and smooth as a baby’s arse. Short light brown hair, and handsome, dirty looking eyes and a shit eating grin as he worked out in front of me. He had a definite bulge in his loose shorts. I’d say he was about thirty years old.”
I now knew why Stephen was so eager for a fuck tonight; something must have happened to make him feel guilty and horny. I wanted to hear more.
“He came over after about an hour offering to spot for me, and I could smell his interest. We took turns spotting until he saw and mentioned my wedding right and asked if I was married and what was her name. I just said that she didn’t have a name but he did”. Then he brightened up a lot. And I noticed that he definitely had a hard on inside his jock and shorts”.
Stephen now had one hand caressing my balls and one alternatively working my nips.
“The guy even joined me at the café bar for a juice, sitting on the stool and facing me and complimenting my body and telling me I had a very lucky husband. Asking how long we had been together and where we lived and so on. I asked about him and he’s down at the RNAS base in Culdrose and he’s from Somerset way”.
“Anything happen”? I asked now intrigued by Stephen’s report.
“Well, he continued working out facing me most the time with an obvious hard-on in his shorts and time was called in the gym and so we helped each other clear up the equipment and headed to the changing room and you wouldn’t believe it but he was at the other end and actually moved to be next to me, stripping off and sitting down with his big erection right in front of me almost begging me to be naked with him”.
“How hung was he”?
“He was big, thick, and I’d say about eight inches. His body was fantastic, definitely one of a natural body builder”.
“He kept looking around to see if we were going to be disturbed, and was begging me to strip off, almost over eager, and I decided that I liked him enough to give him a small show, taking off my top first and he actually had the nerve to walk over and try to touch me. I mean he was naked and hard and if someone came in”.
“You’d love it”. I told Stephen.
“Maybe, so I got him to sit back on the locker room bench and wrapped a towel around me and dropped my shorts and jock and turned to face him and opened the towel and his face dropped like half a mile. He was saying something like Holy fuck you’re fucking big all over, and was now really jacking off like crazy and was begging me to get closer to him. I mean Gerren he was good looking and fucking built and I’m sure if we were together, we’d pick him up for the night. So, I stepped closer to him and began to get a boner in front of him thinking of us both fucking him and he held his balls and dropped his load on the floor right next to me. You could hear it splatter on the floor”.
“Was it a big load”? I wanted to know.
“Decent enough but he wanted to touch me and I wouldn’t let him. He was almost begging me to fuck him some time. I said nothing but thought of the two of us working him over”.
I liked the sound of that. I enjoy fucking a bodybuilder and if what Stephen had said that the guy had a fat eight-inch cock and the body he’d mentioned I’d love it”. I was excited my what Stephen had told me. I could feel his cock harden again inside of me. I adjusted my position slightly and prepared to shoot.
“You’d fuck the guy”. I was telling Stephen what he knew already. “Actually, I’d love my cummy dick down his throat. I’d pull it out of your arse right now and ram it down his throat and enjoy the struggle getting it in”.
My arse liked what Stephen was saying and I tightened against his hugeness inside of me.
“You fucking his hard arse, as I forced my cock down his throat would be a massive turn on. The guy’s a cocky bastard and I’d love us both working him over”. He reached up to my nips and pulled and rubbed his thumb and index against then hard. The connection between my nips and balls was perfect.
“Would you seduce him and bring him home for us if you met him again”? If Stephen fancied him then it was certain I would and the thought of a new conquest for the two of us was exciting. All the feelings in my body were right, even Stephen’s enormity inside my hole with all his cum in me were right.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you”. Stephen was now really twisting my nips hard and it was working well. He throbbed his cock in my arse. “And you’d love watching my cock down his throat and deep in his arse and be down there licking my shaft and balls as I fuck him”.
That did it, those idea’s even as a fantasy triggered me off. My juice flew out of my cock landing on my husband’s handsome face and more and more jets of cum spewed out of my cock head, covering his pumped-up abs and chest with some of the sprays landing on his arm and forearm.
“Oh, fuck shoot it Gerren”, Stephen called out as the wind blew against the window once more as if it wanted to come into the bedroom to witness my explosion. I collapsed on top of his cum soaked body and kissed him deeply, giving my body extra thrills from the orgasm.
Having recovered, we negotiated the removal of Stephen’s still hard cock from my hole and we wrapped the towel around his cock first before covering my hole to collect his cum from inside of me.
We collapsed into our bodies, almost exhausted.
“Was it true what you said about the gym and that guys or did you make it up to excite me”?
“It’s true, the guy was as handsome, built and hung and as daring as I told you, and he was the reason I was so horny tonight. There was only one thing wrong with him”.
I looked Stephen in the eye to find out what the problem was.
“he’s only about five foot nine. He’s tiny compared to me and you know how I just love tall guys”.
It was true. My husband, six foot six, two metres tall, was looking always for guys taller than himself. It was my only worry that one day he’d find that guy and leave me, but based on his actions this night, I knew I’d keep him for ever.
We showered again, and I stood naked at the window watching the blizzard outside. The weather forecast was right. It had turned very cold, and the wind coming from the North had added a wind chill and the front had brought along with-it moisture turning the rain over the Penwith moors to snow. When Stephen joined me at window standing behind me and wrapping his huge arms around me, there was at least two inches of snow on the outside window ledge.
A huge blast of wind blowing against the window sent us scurrying back to bed where we cuddled up against each other with the warm duvet covering us both. We kissed and switched off the bedside lights and fell asleep, unaware of other storms and worries heading our way.
