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Missionary

Missionary. The position often overlooked, even looked down on at times for being "basic" or "vanilla". But in my opinion, there is a no more passionate, intense, and soul connecting position than this.

Pressed against each other, face to face, with one hand groping and the other grasping a fist full of hair on the back of her head. Her arms wrapped around, feeling the rippled muscles down the length of my back. I can hear every gasp and moan, even the gentle whispers and I see the small micro-expressions that correlate to them. It starts with slow, long, deep thrusts as we feel the initial entry. Connected. Desired. Craved. The thrusts become faster, more intense, harder. And through it all our eyes are locked in a soul connecting trance that is hard to describe if you haven't experienced it.

And when the stars align perfectly, you both reach climax in a simultaneous explosion of pleasure and connection. Feeling the contracting muscles, the spasms, violent grasps and labored breathing, the moans and gasps all reach a unifying crescendo before you collapse into each other's arms, souls intertwined.

Indeed for me, experiencing missionary with the one you love is nothing short of magic.

Your wife told you in a soft and caring tone, “Honey, why don’t you pick up a pillow and kneel close to me. I would like so much that you held my hands while he takes me; it would be so beautiful hearing you say that you’ll always love me as I come and come and come.”

Your wife’s exboyfriend wasn’t marring material, you are; and she planned to be the perfect wife. But three weeks before the wedding, an unplanned chance encounter changed most things. Her eyes couldn’t deny what she missed and that she was prone to yield to him again; and he took her that day and every single day before the wedding. You were with your mom, at her house, when his bare cock spurted for the first time in your wife’s yet married pussy, in your marital bed, the very day after the wedding.

For you, it’s the anguishing feeling of jealousy, the fear of losing her, the feeling of self-consciousness thinking that you will never be as good as him, the shame of being incapable to get her to stop it. For her, it’s the overwhelming desire to submit to him, a craving all over her body for the intense arousal she experienced, and needing again the sensations driven by his cock inside her pussy and spreading all over her. It will happen again and again. You’ll get used to it.

I like it. When he uses my mouth, when I suck his cock, when my mouth is wide open and he spurts, when he tells me to swallow, I like it, always. Sorry, Honey, I won’t do it for you.

For a second, your wife thought of saying, “I’m married.” Then …

He wanted you to see it, your wife fully yielding to him, dropping her panties as if saying fuck me, kneeling on the bed to be taken by him from behind. Worse, your wife wanted you to see it too, and you didn’t even had the courage to leave the room and go away.

When your wife and him returned to the party, a woman guest whispered close to her friend, “oh, my god! She has had sex with him again, and this time with her husband at the party.”

“She doesn’t seem to care that most of the guests know, maybe she doesn’t care whether her hubby knows or not. Oh! And it could be even worse … she might even want him to know!” added the other woman trying to look shocked.