Maeve
I just woke up; my whole body is stiff mostly my core. How did I manage to have his big long cock inside me? Like an eggplant. His left hand cupping my pussy and the other one is cupping my breast. Just where I wanted it to be. He's spooning me and I can feel his cock resting on my spine. I glance at the clock, already nine-thirty. I carefully slipped off from him and went to the bathroom.
I stare at myself in the mirror. I don't look bad. I have fine skin without lines. And then my hair is disheveled and looked like fucked up. I wash my face and brush my mouth. I peed and wash my pussy as a lot of semen come out. Damn, I can't believe that this is all happening. I usually fantasize and write about this all and now, I got a very handsome husband and a whole package deal.
I got out and went to the closet. I took panties and an oversize shirt. I check my phone and as I walk to the bed and kisses him lightly. There's no love between us. But still, I love him, and I can feel that he's capable of loving me as well.
He opened his eyes and smiled. I kiss his lips.
"Good morning. Let's get ready for island hopping."
"Wifey, I'm hungry." He pouted so cutely.
"I'll see what I can cook."
Our breakfast was very much romantic. I make him put full sunblock lotion on my whole body and we make love again. He's so good at everything about sex and I hope that he won't change. I hope that he won't look at others. We left and the caretaker came to clean up our mess.
The whole place was so magical. The beach and everything. We go around and there's a private place where we could skinny dip and make love on that beach. Nobody could interrupt us since he makes sure that nobody is watching us.
We eat a lot as well and swim a lot, naked. We get back to take a bath together. He bathes me like a little kid and even scrub my back and my whole body. I was like a princess and still, I feel conscious that someone is bathing me.
We go out to find a bar and inn to eat for our dinner. I'm wearing a beautiful dress and he's wearing a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. We promise each other to make this work. We promise each other to love each other as we vowed. He told me that he loves me. But still, I keep thinking if it was true. I never ask him if it was true because if it's not it will just break my heart. I'll just think that it's true.
There are a lot of girls looking better than I am. He glanced at a few of them and I feel more insecure about myself.
We take a vacant seat and we order food. He also ordered champagne. He sat close to me and keep kissing me. That night we ended up making love again. More than two times. In the morning, since I feel so worn out, I woke up late and I can smell burning. He's not with me on the bed so I get up, took my robe, and run to the kitchen.
"Shit." He cursed and put the pan on the sink. I open the glass slide door and the windows and look at him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm hungry." He pouted. It quite disappoints me that he's not cooking for me. He looked cute and hopeless. Maybe someday he will learn to love me. I could just fill his hungry stomach.
"Give me a sec." I went back to the bathroom, peed and wash my pussy, wash my face and my mouth and gargle a mouth wash. I put panties and a shirt on. I went back to the kitchen and started demanding him to clean his mess as I pull out a few ingredients and started thinking about what I should make. He's hungry and he couldn't wait.
I heat the bread first and then make a sunny side up and put it on the dish. I took the bread out and had burned my thumb. I only cuss and pull it all out. I gave it to him and gave him ketchup. I cook a few sunny sides up and then cheese-dogs and heat more toast.