Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 42

His dick tingled so hard it ached with the sweetest of all pleasures, and he lurched his cock upwards, out of the moistened folds that were giving him so much pleasure, making sure to splatter the joyous ripple of his seed outside her pussy lips, and filthily on the panty crotch, and he groaned again and again, with satisfaction, watching her perfect, silky, red lacy panties with a dampening, ever darkening spot of his virile cum mixed with her heavenly, musky vagina fluids.

She looked into his eyes angelically chewing her lips, and slid her hand down her stomach, rubbing and pressing the cum stained panties between her lips and over her clit.

Such a sexy sight, and she was doing it to please him, he almost came again!

"Mmm, nice and messy. I hope you came so good, it feels good in my panties, warm and good, just like it feels to lay in your arms," she murmured with contentment.

She leaned up on her elbows and kissed his forehead, never letting her eyes leave his in her worshipful gaze.

"Baby yeah, one of the best times I ever came. Love you so much sweet thing!" he cried.

He picked her up off of the washing machine by her waist as Lynne chuckled with surprise and delight. He spun her around, and around in his arms and she held him tight.

"I love you too Leify," she cried, giggling with giddiness as he spun her around in the tight space of the laundry room.

But he couldn't help himself. The same way he supposed she felt free emotionally when she enjoyed his cuddling, and love, he felt free sexually, vividly free, and warm, and finally able to share all the lusty thoughts running through his head for her. Nothing to hide, and it made him certain in his heart she was meant to be his wife. Still, he couldn't resist playing with her, about the panties, she'd mistakenly left on the floor of their bedroom, that started all of this shit in the first place.

"It was naughty of you...to forget to wear those panties you know. Showing my cute little ass, jiggling on the subway. The next time I might have to give you a spanking," he teased.

"Of course. I think I deserve a big spanking when I leave my panties behind. Besides, if I'm not wearing my panties all day, it doesn't leave you anything to sniff on later. I didn't mean to leave the house without my panties, and I was very embarrassed Leify, until I brought this pair, I promise," she said, cuddling under his neck.

"I know you didn't mean to leave them darling. You're so sweet and shy, and you normally mean to be a good little wifey in training. Next time, I might make you earn back your panties. This time your punishment is to keep those panties smelling good with your juices, and the scent of our sex, until I tell you to take them off," he said playfully stroking her lip with his index finger.

"Yes baby, I'll be a good girl and serve my punishment, but I have to admit that I love the feeling of your sticky come in my lacy panties," she murmured softly.

"Well, I can get the crotch of your panties nice and sticky for you whenever you want," he purred softly.

"I think I'd like that. And...I'll have my pair waiting for you to sniff, or come in, or do just about what you well please with them whenever you want baby," she crooned softly.

Leif sighed with delight. This was what love was, and the sex feelings, made it even deeper for him, the more she allowed him to virile, the more it seemed he was drawn into a world of tenderness and closeness with her.

He placed her gently on her feet.

Lynne's stomach growled close to his belly.

"Mmm, I'm hungry after that good lovin'. What do you want for dinner," she murmured stretching and yawning and pawing her adorable flat stomach.

"You're not fixing any dinner. You've got a lot going on. You've got the wedding going on, packing for California, and tending to your naughty groom, and his panty fantasies. Why don't you put on something comfortable, keep my new cum stained panties on though, and let me worry about dinner," said Leif with a smile.

"You're gonna cook me dinner? Leif you can barely boil water! What are you fixing let me help you baby," murmured Lynne protectively.

Leif chuckled hard.

"Hey, who says that a man can't learn to cook. I'm gonna surprise you one of these days. But, in the meantime, I was planning on ordering you some carry out. Whatever you like," said Leif placing a pile of menus on the kitchen table in front of her.

Lynne chuckled before picking up the sushi menu, and pointing to some things that she wanted.

"I'm sick of you laughing at my cooking skills. I'm gonna learn, and then show you that I know a thing or two about feeding my wife's hungry belly," said Leif.

"You do know how to fill my hungry belly. With that fat, pink, delicious cock of yours," teased Lynne, sticking her tongue out at Leif.

He chuckled.

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Leif appeared to be so grateful for her loving response to catching him red handed in the laundry hamper sniffing her panties and masturbating. Honestly, she was flattered that he loved her so much that smelling her panties thrilled her, and was something that helped him get off sexually.

Honestly, she'd been worried when she heard the moaning coming from the laundry room. She didn't know why she thought the worse, with the sweet, sexual noises he was making, she'd been worried about their being a girl in there. But then, because there was no noise coming from another person, she'd also slightly worried that he might be looking at some girlie magazines or something.

While Lynne was grown up enough to realize that looking at naked pictures was not the same as cheating with another woman, her stomach felt sick with jealousy imagining Leif pouring over naked pictures of another woman's body, becoming filled with such lust, he had to masturbate, and doubtless, dream about fucking some other woman. So, finding that she was the only woman in his heart, even in his fantasies was thrilling, and reassuring to Lynne. She loved Leif, and she didn't want any other women in his heart when he had sexual thoughts, real or imagined.

But this playing with her panties and sniffing them if she wasn't around to please him? In Lynne's mind, that was fair game, it was quite normal for a man to need his own private release. She didn't mind if he enjoyed her panties, or even if sneaking them was thrilling, as long as hers were the only panties.

And catching him playing with himself? As long as he had enough love left to get it up for her, she didn't mind if he played with himself. It was evidence of his virility. It was fucking sexy as hell to catch him red handed with his hand clutched around that big ass cock of his!

He'd been so cute and naughty with his pants around his ankles, big blue eyes looking embarrassed and ashamed. But she didn't want Leif feeling ashamed. Male sexuality was demonized so often, and she saw nothing wrong with him wanting to have some fun, and having raw, yet passionate desires, enjoying her frilly panties for the smell and feel.

But what was most touching for Lynne, was how happy and loving he looked when she reassured him that what he was doing was okay, and sensual, and turned her on. She meant it too. They should share and explore all aspects of their desires for one another.

She felt him getting choked up and emotional against her armpit, when he was smelling her while they made love. Lynne didn't know whether or not he was actually crying a little bit, and she respected his right not to appear to vulnerable, to want to be as masculine as possible as he stretched out her pussy, but she could clearly tell that he was moved by being able to be truly what he felt was "nasty" in her presence, and knowing that Lynne loved him anyway, still adored him, and respected him as a man.

When he'd wanted to talk dirty, and feel like he was a filthy dog for wanting to smell her panties, and she gave that talk back to him, his eyes lit up not only with the steamiest of all sexuality, but he looked positively lovesick. She mostly called him her filthy, nasty man, to arouse him, but he loved that talk so much, it turned her on a little bit too! And his sweet, vulnerability with his desires made her love him more. Whatever he wanted, in terms of titillation and stimulation, she was happy to give it to him.

And she knew then and there that no other woman had ever had a hold on his heart that way she had. He may have had sex, or fucked other women, but he hadn't been close enough to them, to show his truly animal side. She felt lucky to be the one to open this side of him, and in a lot of ways, he was an emotional virgin even though he had a lot of sexual experience.

Showing his freaky side, hell, that was how men felt close to their women, and deepened their love, just like she felt when she cuddled him and he nourished her emotionally. She didn't mind her playful punishment to wear the panties her man had jizzed in.

She liked the feeling of his come in her anyway. She liked to think of it as his love deposits, which he never let her feel for long, he usually tried to clean it off of her as best he could, even if she got to enjoy it a little bit, he still got the majority of it with their come games. Her man had a fetish for her panties, and playing with his come that had pooled inside her. No wonder he went mad climaxing on the crotch of her panties, as it combined his desires! She enjoyed indulging his private kink.

It was fun for her to mash those panties up against her lips and clit while he looked at her with horny, feverish eyes. Seeing how much it excited him made it arousing for her to masturbate the sticky panties close to her crotch.

But, most of all, she enjoyed all the love, and doting she got from him when the intercourse was over. He squeezed her and held her so tight, and tenderly, spinning her all around until she was dizzy, she could feel in that moment that the sex that they just shared had strengthened their emotional core, and it was beautiful to Lynne to see the way these feelings interplayed off of each other.

So, if he wanted to extend the delight of the fantasy a little bit longer by having her parade around panties that he'd stained with his cum, until he told her to take them off, she was more than willing to oblige. She loved being his special girl, soon to be wifey!

She put on a short little house robe that barely covered the red panties, stiff with her juices and his come.

When the takeout came, she returned to the living room, in her little robe. Leif had spread out all the platters of sushi on the coffee table.

"Come to your man baby," he'd crooned, and she'd taken her favorite spot on his lap, splayed her sticky crotch across his knee.

He fed her the sushi with his chopsticks, covering each piece generously with wasabi like she loved. He was gentle when he fed her, kept kissing her forehead and murmuring about how much he loved her, and couldn't wait until she was really his wifey.

It fed her soul, especially with the feelings of abandonment and conditional love she'd experienced before. She'd read a book about love languages earlier in their relationship, and clearly, letting him come on her panties was speaking to Leif in his love language.

Since he nourished her soul with feelings of affection, security and care, she decided to nourish him with what he needed too, and she pushed the coffee table out, just a little bit, and lifted one of her legs at an angle, so he could see her come and pussy juice stained crotch, as she showed him the surprise she'd gotten him. She hadn't been able to show him earlier, her plans were derailed by their sex, but she was thrilled to present him with the sugar cookies that he loved, which were the same color as her complexion.

She heated up the cookies for him just slightly in the microwave, so that they would be warm and chewy like he loved.

Then, she sat in his lap, spreading her legs so he could see the panties that he'd made filthy with their loving, then pulled his face down and cradled him against her neck as she fed him the warm, chewy cookies.

"Mmm, My, my lynney I love you so much," murmured Leif, his hand trailing the sticky crotch, and he was chewing the cookie contentedly.

He sniffed his fingers, and then her hair, as he finished his cookie.

"Not as sweet as your little cookies. Lynney, I want to again...just...just wanna taste and smell, just want to eat your cookie baby," he murmured softly.

He nuzzled her crotch, inhaling deeply, several times, and then quickly removed her panties, and lay her back on throw pillows, spreading her legs wide.

Lynne could only feel lucky that he loved her smell so much he was craving to taste her in a way that was so satisfying to her sexually.

She groaned and jostled her hips over and over again for the delights of his tongue until she had a satisfying orgasm. After that was through, he took her by the hand, let her to the bathroom, where he washed her pussy tenderly, dried her off, and then led her into the bedroom.

He dotingly stroked her cheek.

"Let me pick out a fresh, clean, dry pair of panties for you to sleep comfortably, you've been very good, and I think you learned the lesson about leaving your panties by mistake," he added playfully with a loving tone in his voice.

Just the little things in this relationship. She didn't give a damn if it was right or wrong, or not, but being cared for, nurtured, and pampered when she'd had the weight of the world on her shoulders before, and had suffered emotional torment made her feel so good and safe. It felt good to be spoiled, and have Leif pick out her underwear for the evening.

He picked out a nice, white, cotton boycut pair, and she put them on, and retired to the covers, at Leif's insistence.

"You've had a long day, and there's a longer one tomorrow. My special woman is picking out her wedding dress. Go on to sleep," he crooned.

He peeled back the covers, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead.

Then, Leif went to dutifully clean up the living room, and remove the takeout trash. Lynne fell asleep long before Leif returned to the bedroom. She was awoken by feeling the cool breeze when he lifted the covers and then nestled close to cuddle her.

She half thought that the clock on their night table was playing tricks on her eyes. She knew she'd fallen asleep a little after 11:00 PM, but the clock on the night table read 3:00 AM.

That was late, and Leif normally went to bed at the same time, or soon after she did! But, Lynne didn't think much about it, perhaps he'd started watching a movie or something on TV, was her final thought before drifting off asleep again, nuzzling in his arms, as he'd guided her onto his chest to cuddle.

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