Spiritual Union

Spiritual Union Spiritual Union

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

My wife, Talia laughs, "Honey, that's what our union is. We don't have sex. That's why it's spiritual. No sex, no blow jobs, no hand jobs, and no kissing on the lips."

Summary

My wife, Talia laughs, "Honey, that's what our union is. We don't have sex. That's why it's spiritual. No sex, no blow jobs, no hand jobs, and no kissing on the lips."

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Submitted: October 12, 2013

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I agreed to it. I was young, in love, and stupid. Then I noticed something was up when I pointed out the need for a honeymoon.

"That's when the newlywed..." I thrusts my hips at her, "Bangity bang."

My wife, Talia laughs, "Honey, that's what our union is. We don't have sex. That's why it's spiritual. No sex, no blow jobs, no hand jobs, and no kissing on the lips."

My jaw hits the floor. I'll try it. I think to myself. I hug her goodnight, and then we retreat to our seperate bedrooms.

*******

That was five years ago. I'd never been a ladies man in college so I was used to dry streaks, but this was ridiculous. I was a married FUCKING man! I'm entitled to my wife's pussy. It's even in the bible somewhere. "And thou woman shall kneel and taketh thy cock intoeth thou mouth and sucketh to please him." Or something. But I played along. I got her to change the no kissing to just no making out. One night, I went into her room and kissed her on the lips. It was just a simple kiss, but surprisingly, she grants me access to her mouth. I grab her shirt and clutch it in my hands, bringing her closer to me. Suddenly Talia opens her eyes and shoves me away, the force knocking me down, but pulling her with me.

"No!" she firmly states. I nod and go through the jack and jill bathroom back to my room.

I wake up the next morning with morning wood. I start to rub it out, like I normally do, but at the last minute I her Talia step into the shower. Talia.

I wait a few minutes before tip toeing into the bathroom, she left my door unlocked. I take my morning piss (forcing my erect cock down to avoid pissing out the light above me) and unlock the door to her bedroom. I watch her siloette shower, then finally, I can take no more. I pull, the shower door open.

Talia screams, desperatly trying to hide herself from my eyes. I grab her and carry her over my shoulder to my room and throw her onto the bed. Forcing her arms from her chest, I admire her perky titties. While removing my shirt and boxers, I see Talia try to escape, I grab her arm and yank her back to me. I reward her with a slap.

"I've waited to damn long!" I shout at her. She begins to cry.

"Why?" is all she can say. I tilt her head and kiss her on the lips. I grope and fondle her ass and tits roughly, making our way back to my bed.  She hits and kicks me, struggling to get free. I force her down and hold her wrists above her head.

"I don't want to hurt you baby," I coo.

"Let me go Jon!" She spits in my face, "I thought we agreed!" Tears stream down her face.

"SHUT UP!" I yell. I begin to suck on one of her large breasts, my hand traveling lower to work her clit. She let's out a moan, whimpering when I gently nibble on her. Suddenly, as if remembering she doesn't want this, she bucks her hips and begins to struggle again.

I slip two more fingers into her core, her pussy tight around them. Another moan escapes Talia's lips. I pull out my fingers slick with her juices and smile. "So you are enjoying this?" I tease.

A weak "no" escapes her lips.

I position myself at her entrance and thrust in without warning. A shrill "NO!" sounds from Talia's lips, but is immediately followed by moans of pleasure. I continue to work her breats, moans coming from my mouth as well. I feel myself push closer to the edge. Suddenly Talia tightens around me and as a sharp gasp escapes her lips. I come with her, thrusting faster as we ride out our orgasms together.

I collasp next to her, pulling her close, the shower still running, forgotten.

A new set of tears starts to flow from Talia's eyes.

"What's wrong?" I sit up and pull her into my lap, kissing away her tears.

She sighs, "I can't believe you did that to me!" She shouts, hitting me in my shoulder, "And I can't believe I enjoyed it."

I smirk.

"Can we do that again sometime?" she says after a moment of silence.

"Of course, baby. We're married."


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