I know exactly why my husband married me. I know the very moment that made him want to marry me. You see it all started on my 21st birthday.
He had taken me out to dinner at Rock Bottom Brewery where he bought me not only dinner but my first alcoholic beverages of age. And then we drove home. It was that drive home that made my husband realize he wanted to marry me.
I was feeling frisky, as I usually am, and wanted to have a little fun on the way home. His truck at the time had a middle seat that flipped up and I was sitting in it.
I reached down and started rubbing his cock through his jeans. He called me a naughty girl as he tried to keep focused on the road. Then I unzipped his pants.
“What are you doing?” he asked me.
“Just relax.” I said and pulled his cock out of his pants. He was already so hard and I was so wet. I wanted him, bad.
I leaned down and opened my mouth, I closed it around the head of his cock and licked lightly, teasing him.
“Oh fuck.” he moaned.
I took him into my mouth, all the way until he touched the back of my throat. (I didn’t gag because I don’t have a gag reflex.) I put a hand around the base of his cock and twisted as I bounced my head up and down on his cock.
I pulled him out of my mouth and teased him once more by licking around the head of his cock. Then I started sucking him again. He moaned and told me how hard it was getting to focus. So I pulled him out of my mouth and sat up.
We were right up the road from our apartment and I anxiously waited until we got inside and when we did, he brought me into our bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He returned the favor by going down on me for a little bit before he shoved himself inside of me and fucked me until we both came.
This is the reason he married me, I’m sure of it. And I’d do it again. In fact, I might just do it this year on my birthday for old times’ sake.