Stricken Resolve (35 page)

Yes! I’m going to… yes… Oh James…. You fill
me so good… Yes… oh my husband fuck your wife!

“I’m going to...”

“Come,” he demands, pounding my pussy into an
earth shattering orgasm. The lights go out and I float into
immeasurable amounts of euphoric satiation.

Colossal orgasm after orgasm washes through
me and I can’t stop coming.

Oh god!

As one orgasm blows through, claiming me,
another even bigger wave follows. Screaming in fetal moans, I
relinquish myself to the onslaught of powerful body consuming
ecstasy. Moans and screams blow from between my lips as tears sting
my eyes, my body involuntarily bucks and contorts and sweat beads
on my skin. Heaving for oxygen takes up the spaces between my wails
of pleasure, as another explicably exuberant storm of orgasms wrack
my body, I pass into another dimension. Floating high as a kite in
the world of sated happiness.

Fuck this is amazing!

***

~James ~

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Rubbing her side
with one hand and stroking her hair with the other, I hold her limp
body on my chest.

“I’m fabulous,” she mumbles, turning her
face, she looks at me with smoky sated eyes and a sweet weak
smile.

“You’re sure?”

She nods, and kisses my chest.

“I’m sure.”

I have never seen her orgasm like that. One
moment we’re getting started, the next she is continually screaming
and jerking below me. My manhood was so close to blowing into her
from the moment I entered her tightness. But I held it back the
best I could, making sure she reached enough orgasms. I’m not quite
sure if I’d call what happened one big orgasm or a bunch of them
close together. I just know it was intense for her and after I
came, she fell into a limp pile on the bed, not speaking a word. It
freaked me out and she wouldn’t even respond to my requests to talk
to me. So, I removed the toy from her bottom, wiped her up and I’ve
been holding her ever since. I can’t let her go. I never knew a
woman being that heavily stimulated could make her check out,
almost like she was here but she wasn’t.

“Do you want to nap, my lady?”

Nodding again, she kisses my chest and
mumbles something. Okay, I guess we will take a nap. I could use
one after that mind blowing orgasm I had myself. The vibrator
pulsating on my manhood as I was making love to her, it added an
even higher sense of pleasure to my already ready to blow
soldier.

Kissing her head, I grab the blanket and
cover both of our naked bodies. Maybe later tonight we can actually
enjoy a moonlit dinner with candlelight on our beach. I had planned
on taking a nature walk this morning, after I made her breakfast.
But, my wife had other plans. The peanut butter thing was daring on
my part and I honestly don’t have any clue what came over me to
decide to do that. It just felt like the right thing to do and she
seemed to have loved it. We’ve played with peanut butter a few
times before. Feeding one another with it and I’ve ate it off of
her nipples a couple of times. But I’ve never done what we did this
morning. I loved it though. There is nothing more beautiful than
your sexy wife crawling to you, her eyes sparking with such desire
for only you that it makes your heart nearly explode with pure
happiness.

Glancing down at my now sleeping wife, I kiss
her forehead and smile. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be
married to such an amazing woman.

Our wedding was incredible. I’m married to
soul mate. I don’t care how we tied the knot. But it was beautiful
and Stacy did an impeccable job as our wedding planner. We came up
here to our honeymoon spot the following morning. I bought this
cabin for her when she was still in the hospital. I knew from the
very beginning I wanted this to be ours and for us to spend our
honeymoon here. It’s perfect for us. It’s also secluded enough to
keep the paparazzi away from her. I always want to do things like
this for her. I can’t wait to spend the next few days relaxing and
getting more acquainted with each other’s bodies in the heart of
the wilderness. There is something about being here and in with
nature that brings out an even manlier side of me. But, I guess
since she’s resting I should cut off my thoughts and rest my eyes
too.

I’ll need my strength. It’s nap time.

***

~Emily~

“You ready?” James asks, loading up the
suburban with our luggage. I don’t want to leave. This has been the
most beautiful honeymoon. We’ve spent most of our time naked in bed
or outside naked skinny dipping in the chilly pond.

I woke up that night after our intense orgasm
experiment, to him cooking steaks and he’d placed a picnic blanket
with candles on the beach. We ate and made love on the sand. It was
amazing. The entire honeymoon has been that way. We took baths
together and washed each other. I’ve cooking dinner a few times but
for whatever reason he has taken the lead and done the majority of
the cooking.

Three times we’ve taken nature walks and two
of those times we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other long
enough to make it back to the cabin so we ended up having sex up
against a tree one time and the next time he laid me down in a
patch of soft ivy at the base of a giant redwood, where we made
passionate love, looking deep into each other’s eyes, as he slowly
pumped in and out of my dripping sex. I even cried from
overwhelming happiness. He’s so perfect, it’s hard to fathom
sometimes.

Truth be told, I’m a tad bit sore from having
a lot of sex, so the past two days Papa Bear’s spent most of his
time gently kissing and licking my pussy. This morning I was
sitting at the tiny table inside the cabin and he came crawling up
between my legs and nibbled and sucked so sensually on my clit,
while I drank coffee and moaned, reaching three toe curling
orgasms. The kind of gradual orgasms that you don’t know are going
to explode until you hit the edge and spill over. I’ve never met a
man so attentive to my cravings and needs. Not that I have much
experience with other men. But I know this can’t be the norm for
most couples.

“Sweetheart...” Wrapping his arms around my
waist, he kisses me and gives me an adorable smile. “We have to go.
The twins and Dylan are probably lost without us.”

“I know but I hate to leave. This was the
best honeymoon.”

“Yes it was.” Soundly, he kisses me again and
we step down the steps of our cabin, and he escorts me to the
suburban, opens the passenger door, helps me up inside and kisses
my cheek before he shuts me inside.

Sliding behind the wheel he reaches over and
feeds his fingers through mine.

“My love, we will have hundreds of more weeks
like this. This was the first of many. I love you and you’re my
wife. I will spoil and take care of you until my last breath. Now
let’s go home and be with our children. They need their mom and
dad.”

Pulling my knuckles up to his mouth, he
kisses each of them, his eyes boring into mine with such love.

God, how did I ever get so lucky to marry a
man like this?

“Okay, Papa Bear, let’s go home.” I smile at
him and rest our hands folded together on the center console as we
pull away from our cabin.

It’s time to go home and start our lives as
Mr. And Mrs. James. Forever in love and forever together. Never to
be parted… ever again.

The End

Naw—Just Kidding!

Epilogue

December
25
^th
– First
Christmas in the New House, Married and with the entire
family.

“What the f-ing hell do you mean you knocked
up a redhead?” I heatedly question my obviously highly retarded,
best friend. As we both stand around the kitchen island preparing
breakfast for the family. Dylan and the twins just opened their
mountain of gifts from Santa. So now it’s time for breakfast and
the adult gift exchange.

“Need some help, Love?” My sexy as sin
husband comes up behind me in a rather frisky embrace, his thick
cock rubbing firmly against my backside as his lips magically find
their way to my neck.

Mmmmmm, leaning into him I savor the supple
kisses skating the length of my neck and the panty dampening
nibbles on my earlobe.

“Oh, Papa,” I softly groan, “If you keep that
up our children won’t get any breakfast.”

“I would get mine.” Hotly, he breathes in my
ear.

Fuccckkkkk…..If only I could bend over here
and let him have his way with me.

“Will you two stop it?” Johnathan playfully
chastises with a grin, as he enters the kitchen. “My wife doesn’t
need any more ideas. She already had me up half of the night trying
out our new Christmas present.” He winks at me with an even bigger
smile, trots giddily over, and pecks me on the cheek, stealing some
buttered toast from the growing pile in the process.

“Thanks for this.” He holds up the toast.
“And an even bigger thanks for our new toy.” Chuckling like a happy
kid in a candy store, he exits the kitchen, heading back into the
living room with the rest of the family.

“You know that toy is just going to keep him
even more occupied.” James kisses the back of my head and captures
the two pieces of peanut butter and butter toast, that, I made
especially for him.

“What if I made those for myself?” I
teasingly put my hand on my hip and bump my butt into his
protruding shaft. Getting a rather feral grunt in return. Serves
him right.

“You didn’t. You, my darling wife, only like
peanut butter when you get to lick it off my—well you know.”

Sweet Jesus and all that is holy! Let’s not
announce it to Stacy and in turn the rest of the group. He does
gossip sometimes. Tell the whole world, why don’t ya!? My dear
husband!

Shaking my head, knowing damn well my face is
as red as a turnip I ignore his sexually charged statement and turn
my attention back to Stacy. Who I
was
chatting rather
heatedly with, until I was so rudely interrupted with sex talk and
now a greedy pulsating pussy.

Gee thanks, honey! Get your wife all hot and
bothered, knowing damn well she’ll have to wait hours before she
can pay you back. He might be able to control his raging hormones.
I, on the other hand, seem to lose even more control the longer
we’re together. It’s not my fault, I swear it’s not. He’s— for lack
of a better term—a sexy god. And I can’t help that his magical
tongue, fingers and cock have been blessed by the almighty
himself.

“Now, Stacy, before we were so rudely
interrupted…I was saying.” Winking at my hubby, I turn my focus
back to Stacy. Who is just standing there grinning like a fool in
his pj bottoms and a plain white tee, crazy wavy hair all over the
place.

God, he’s an adorable man.

James grabs a glass of OJ from the fridge and
slides me an oversized cup of coffee sprinkled with hot cocoa on
top—just how I like it, then kisses my cheek and sneaks out of the
kitchen, leaving me to deal with Stace and his latest confession,
on my own. Oh joy!

“You bought him what I think you did…didn’t
you?” He shakes his head, barking a laugh.

Great…now another thing I have to discuss.
Not my idea of a fun Christmas morning. I want to be watching my
twins in the living room on the floor tossing toys around their
tiny bodies and giggling as Dylan runs around the house in his new
Sponge Bob costume from Santa.

“Yes, Mr. And Mrs. Striker are now proud
owners of a leather sex swing, ropes and a book on Shibari.”

What? Can you blame me? The sex freaks
extraordinaire needed some new toys. It’s like buying a man who
loves baseball cards, the crème de la crème for Christmas. Except
my fellow married roomies are BDSM freaks, not card collectors.
Admittedly, I had a blast picking out their unconventional present.
I picked up a few things for me and James, when I did.

Shit…. I completely forgot to tell you. Here
I am blabbing about married this and that. Duh! Emily! Tell them
about the chicken before the egg. Ok, now, I’m lost. Fuck….

Anyhow.

Johnathan and Cammy tied the knot on November
first in Las Vegas. It wasn’t a big ceremony but we all attended
except the children. They stayed with Davis and his wife. The Wall
was there with his fiancé, since they do live in Vegas. It was a
really kick ass wedding. None of the traditional aspects, but still
lovely. James happily walked Cammy down the aisle. He’s been
pulling for them two for ages. I know it has something to do with
Johnathan loving me. But, I don’t think James quite gets the fact
that we are all pretty sure that’s never going to change. He’s not
going to stop checking me out, flirting with me, occasionally
walking in on me in the bathroom when James is working. And about
once a month he has a break down asking why I didn’t marry him
instead. He’s always drunk when that happens but we all know
Johnathan is Johnathan and we love him with his big gaping flaws,
just the same. I’m not the one who has to deal with him as much as
Cammy does, now that woman is a pure saint, to the tenth degree.
She’s his Sub and he’s her Dom, in everyday life as well as in the
bedroom. Sure, she stands up for herself sometimes. But when she
does I know damn well Johnathan will be punishing her that night in
the confines of their sex room, located in the garage/studio. It’s
weird, but it works and I don’t ask questions. Whatever works for
them, works; I am not going to complain or judge. Like James so
openly stated, I like to lick peanut butter off his cock. It’s
true, I do. It’s a sex game and it gets me hot. Awe, who in the
fuck am I kiddin’, my Papa Bear in any way, shape or form gets me
hot.

Now back to the topic at hand. The wedding.
Cammy wore a pretty white dress, Johnathan had on a pair of ripped
jeans and his Nirvana shirt with a white tie. Totally rock-n-roll.
It was a sweet and simple ceremony, afterward we took a limo to a
badass night club, complete VIP treatment all the way. It helps the
fact that you just got married and even more so when you are
Stricken, one of the biggest bands on the planet. Every place we
went in the city was a madhouse of paps and fans, we had six body
guards along with my Bear—who can be my bodyguard any day of the
week.