Repair your broken love
Introduction:
straigh erotic Sex story
Repair your broken love
Characters: Molly and Mike
Location: Home
Word count: 1,518
Character count: 6,290.
Pages: 4
Disclaimer: Please note that the story contains themes of sexual acts and language, if this offends you. Don’t read it!
Molly is running out of the bedroom and through the living room, wearing only panties and a bra. She then bolts down the short hallway to the bathroom where, shaking and yelling, she darts into the bedroom. She lets out a loud yell of surprise as Mike reaches for her. She bounces up and down in fear with her arms shaking and then she ducks. She returns into the bathroom then back into the hallway; then the living room and then the dining room, before she goes out of the serving door into the back kitchen. Her heart is pounding like a deer fleeing her predator. Knowing he is there and will have her if she is not careful, she runs out of the kitchen door and into the small utility hallway, then through the back door to the bathroom. Stopping with her heart pounding, she slowly with ever-so-quiet steps and wide eyes looks into the dark room. She leans in to look around and from behind her a strong arm comes out and quickly grabs her waist, lifting her into the air and into the bath tub area. She is laughing, yelling, and shaking with fear at the same time. She twists around in his grasp and gives him a passionate kiss as he stands in the tub.
Mike places his hand on her chest and says, “Honey your heart is pounding.”
She puts her finger to his lips and says, “Take me.”
With one hand he pulls her panties to the side and with the other hand he pulls his dick out of his pants and guides his rod in as she lowers herself onto him. He lifts her up, legs wrapped around his waist. He steps out and into the bedroom and stops at her request.
“Sir, take me to the top of your castle and the sky lights master.”
He breaks character, “That’s three flights up!”
She clinches her pelvis muscle and says, “That’s a warning – the next clinch will hurt honey!”
He lets out a, “Woo!” and turns. With Molly tightening up on his rod he runs with her hugging him and hanging on with legs tightly locked around his hips and arms around his neck.
Mike takes off; he makes it to the second floor.
Breathing hard she says, “Stop here you’ll lose me forever dear!”
He heads for the third floor with a yell, “Yes!” and falls back on the bed with the thick goose-down quilt.
As he lays there she says, “Let me ride you like the stallion you are. I’ll ride you to a sweat and put you to bed wet.”
Both of their hearts are pounding as Molly rides him, working her vagina in the way she knows so well. He is about to explode in her. She shake and quivers with total ecstasy out of control orgasm. As newly-weds these two have had wild fun for about two months.
Two years pass and a routine is forming. Molly’s mother’s character and persona is starting to peek through her. Mike is showing his father’s discipline and obedience, taking hits from Molly. Molly is a few years younger than him and has learned who she is as a woman. Now she is trying to learn who she is as a person, but her mother’s side is showing, coming out of her in defense for Mike not being the man she expected him to be.
You can see when it happened. It was exactly two years six months and three days ago. At ten minutes past twelve o’clock, Mike sets down the screw gun and takes off his tool belt and walks out the front door. She knows she broke him and her mother inside her is yelling, “About time!”
But she loves him and what they have is worth saving in her eyes. She knows she has to work fast before the scars start to set in for good.
He hasn’t done anything in the last two weeks. So this is her chance. On goes the tool-belt and then with ladder, she enters the room. She sets the ladder down and looks up at the ceiling light then back to the door, going for the new ceiling fan box. She opens the door and steps out, only to hook the door knob to the hammer hook on the tool belt and she falls, hanging from her tool belt and door knob. She looks upside-down at her husband who is seated and laughing, trying not to look directly at her. The door keeps swinging open and closed as she tries to stand up. Finally standing and unhooking herself she walks out of the door.
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Her husband jumps up from his chair, nearly tripping over a tool box. He looks up as the sound of glass breaking comes through the door window pane is this box, with the words ‘CEILING FAN MODEL 5001 easy fool proof installation’ on it. followed by a slow soft knocking on the door.
He opens the door and says, “I guess it was locked.”
She opens the box and starts assembling the fan, incorrectly of course. Setting up the ladder she makes sure to leave the lock on one side not locked and climbs the ladder, knowing the next part could hurt her, but she goes ahead. In the name of love, she puts the screwdriver into the bare wires and sparks fly. She swings toward Mike as he grabs her, falling to the easy chair and breaking her fall.
Shaking she hugs him, whispering, “I need you. You are the man of my dreams and you know how to do these things. I was wrong to let my mother’s ideas and feelings sneak out of me.”
He looks at her for the longest time as he watches her about to speak in a desperate plea for him to say something. He stands up, holding her and sets her in the easy chair saying, “Let a man do this.”
She smiles that seductive smile. Watching him work she is happy once again and sips his beer as he works. She watches him climb up and down the ladder and each time she is slipping off a piece of clothing and drinking some more of the beer. He does not notice until she has her top off. Now he slips a step on the ladder and smiles. She motions with her finger and then turns around and finishes as she watches his pants bulge behind the tool belt. He looks down as he starts to come towards him. She has her hand shaped like she is holding a rod up to her cheek she is using her tongue to push out her other cheek and moves her hand out and in to her cheek like sucking a rod.
She has repaired the marriage.
As she sit in her panties and bra, Mike asks, “Can you turn on the light and then the fan will start.
She says, “It’s turned on now and…….Oh whoa….”
Mike looks down and sees her with her hand down her panties. Wiggling she moans and with the other hand she is playing with her nipple.
She says, “Help I can’t turn it off!”
Mike stumbles down the ladder to her, dropping his tool belt and saying, “God I love you Molly.”
1 Ceiling fan = $329.99
1 Front door window = $212.00
1 ‘You’re just like your mother’ = devastated and frightened
1 Man of my dreams = priceless……..
Three months later and Molly is sitting with her girls in the Bar and Grill. She is hearing each one dissing (showing lack of respect to) their husbands and boyfriends. The girls are bitching about this and that. Molly has this smile of super contentment and ecstasy on her face and after thirty minutes the girls see this and confront her. She is hiding something.
“Open up girl!” is heard.
She studies her posse and thinks how to say it and then out it comes.
“Listen to all of you; you’re all just like your mothers. Except for you Kate -you truly hate men. I almost lost my husband. I let my mother’s ways slip in and she is vindictive and hurtful. I watched my husband walk around like an injured stallion. What I had created for myself to look forward to was a heart-broken shell of a man, a, “Yes dear” man. I loved my stallion with that fire and spontaneity and that sparkle in his eyes. So I quickly saved it.
Now I have that shaft that throbs in my presence and is like an obedient puppy, waiting to service me in any hole I want and stay with me until I finish. He knows without a doubt from just a look or a body motion that I want him. I love him and will fight to the death for him. He is mine and mine alone. I love my husband and would never disrespect him.”
The End
