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from his wife. She scrabbled for the far end of the counter, holding on as he rocked into her, his roughness increasing with every stroke. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen were the rhythmic slaps of his hips against her vulnerable bottom, his labored grunts, and her staccato moans. He occasionally pulled back in order to land a hard swat to a round buttock, only to drive back into her to the hilt, making her whimper. Soon he was panting, his balls slapping against her clit with a wet smacking sound.
    He could hold back no longer, bellowing and gritting his teeth as he pushed as deeply as possible, pouring his seed within her. When he finally came down, his thighs shaking, and his throat raw, he laid over Mara’s back, crushing her to the unyielding counter. She was forced to lay still beneath his weight, knowing she had no choice but to endure until he chose to rouse himself from his post-orgasmic exhaustion. He had the whole evening to look forward to, so he took his time, finally letting her up with a tender kiss to her ear.
    “Bedroom,” he growled, with a tap to her soft bottom. “I want you on the bed with that ass in the air.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, scampering away immediately.
    Now, he just had to decide if it was going to be a spanking or the cane.
    ***

    Mara knelt on the bed between Jacob’s spread thighs, tenderly cleaning his half-erect cock with her tongue. He’d bound her hands in front of her to facilitate the use of her clever fingers in attending to his needs. He stroked her hair back from her forehead, combing through its thick weight with his fingers.
    Jacob’s gaze traveled over the broad curves of her bent bottom, now a nice shade of crimson after her post-coitus spanking. In her position, it swelled nicely to either side, and though Jacob had seen it a thousand times, he still envied the view someone standing behind her would have now. Her generous breasts were squeezed under her, crowded between her arms as she fondled the heavy sac of his scrotum and squeezed the base of his cock. That and the loving attention of her tongue quickly had his member stiffening once more, much to the delight of Mara. She immediately took the hardening cock in her mouth, the wet smacks of her lips a testament to her enthusiasm.
    When they’d first gotten together, she’d confessed to not particularly enjoying giving oral, but Jacob had quickly made clear that enthusiastic servicing of her Master’s cock was non-negotiable, and he made sure he trained her in exactly the way he wanted it done. She’d taken to it quickly though, and now took great delight in it. Who was he to discourage her in that?
    “I’ve been thinking Mara. We’ve talked in the past about wanting something more haven’t we?”
    She looked up at him, her lips a tight band around the head of his cock.
    “I think I’d like to have a child. What do you think?”
    She pulled off of his cock, using the swollen head to wipe a string of saliva from her chin. “Are you sure, Sir?”
    “Yes,” he said, laying a hand on her cheek. “I can’t wait to see what you look like all swollen with child, those tits of yours huge and leaking. But more than that, I want a family.”
    She flashed him such a sweet beaming grin, that he felt his heart skip. She placed a soft lingering kiss on his inner thigh, making his balls tingle, then looked up at him once more. Her eyes were bright and wet.
    “I thought you’d never ask, Sir.”
    His heart swelled with such pride, such love, such happiness, that he felt he might explode with it. He thanked whoever watched over the stars for sending this woman, this absolute joy of a person, into his life. He was the luckiest sonofabitch on Earth.
    Mara’s phone rang in the kitchen, echoing into the bedroom, the ring tone a rather lascivious country song about country girls shaking their assets. Jacob laughed at Mara’s sheepish grin.
    “I just loaded it, but forgot to turn it off.