It was well past after midnight and I slept as peaceful as a newborn…the sheets lay there on the floor, my bare body cuddled into a corner of the bed. The hissing air from the ceiling fan kept licking my bare ass,sometimes stroking it while other times whipping it. The room was as dark as a pit could be.
Suddenly, I woke up with a start and heard my cell phone buzzing. I sat up, disoriented, wondering what time it was. I reached for the cell, fumbled and it fell down with a thud. I sat up with a jerk, rubbing my eyes, God knows mumbling what and cursing. I rummaged through the dark, until after a minute or two I finally succeeded in picking up my phone. Without even bothering to look at the caller ID, I received the call, and muttered a somewhat husky, ‘Hello. Who is there?’ I heard someone panting on the other line, but no reply came for a few moments. I immediately sought out the caller at the other end by looking at the caller ID. I was actually baffled when I saw it was Y. ‘Hey, speak up. Are you okay? Baby, it’s me. What’s wrong’ A few more moments of silence, moments that seemed eternity to me.
‘Baby…..I’m….’ and she broke into a sob. A sense of foreboding pervaded my soul. ‘Hey, what’s wrong honey. Speak up. Are you alright?’
‘There’s been a…..burglary at out place. They’ve taken…..’ she broke into sobs again, her voice quivering all this while. ‘….taken…everything. We’re so broke.’
Now let me provide you with a little backdrop to this whole grim scenario. Y had gone over to her folks’ place. It was well over 5 years since we’ve been the perfect lovebirds, and lately, a few months back, we had married each other. Her parents, along with her younger brother, who was in his late teens then, lived along them. Their house was one in the countryside, a beautiful moor surrounding their manor. The whole moor is sparsely inhabited, with barely a few families living in that wilderness.
Y, my beautiful wife, was 22 then. Let me begin by describing her . She is 5’4, more on the chubby side, hence the name buxom; she sure is a buxom beauty. She has wide hips, beautiful strong legs, and her quim is the most exotic. She normally keeps her mound shaven; her labia is pink, the most luscious lips one could imagine, slightly protruding and offering a glimpse of her glistening vagina. She has a plump, pierced belly, and her torso is most sexy, her arms are chubby and shoulders broad. Let me say that her tits are a head turner and I’m completely overwhelmed by the stares and praises we are garnered with when we are out together. She has the most natural tits; they aren’t completely round nor are they too saggy, in short, they’re just perfect. The icing on the cake is her wide-spread pink areolas and stiff, pristine nipples. Not to forget, she wears a nose ring which sort of makes her super bitchy and hot like hell.
I sought my car keys and was on my way to my in-laws’ place. I knew that Y needed me more than anything now; I had to be by her side.I reached there an hour later. I got out of the car and peered at the clear sky. It was a beautiful warm night, the stars above my head dazzling like fireflies. Even though I was flustered, I couldn’t help being lost in that picturesque landscape. I cast my eyes around the moor, and a sense of serenity filled my soul. I peered into the black night and stood there gazing at the stars, marveling at their symmetry, and at the same time, the irregularity with which they occupied the vast canopy above. I was brought back from my reverie by my in-laws greeting me. They looked worn out for sure; their gloom, the agitation and a sense of loss was most palpable. While I was inquiring about the tragedy that befell them, Y came running from the room and hugged me. I hugged her back, cuddled her into my arms, kissing her head. ‘Hey baby, it’s OK. I’m with you now’ She kept trembling like a leaf in my arms, and her eyes were red with crying all night long. Within a few moments we headed back to our house; even while driving Y kept both her hands over my thighs, a sign I had understood over the course of our relationship; it meant she was greatly agitated. All through that long drive, she kept quiet and her eyes were closed all that while. I kept pressing her hands over my thighs, offering her assurances through the subtle patting, the gentle caressing of her hands. These gestures offered what oft-times words failed to do: they kept her relaxed and reassured her that all her tribulations were over as her hubby was now with her. She was wearing a white tank top and plus sized dark blue denim fitted jeans which accentuated her curvy 48 inch ass.The tank top did little to hide her beautiful cleavage and her bosom heaved every time she would shut her eyes and be lost in her musings. Her heaving bust, her panting, the perspiration over her forehead were another proof of her being disconcerted.
Soon we were back at our place. It was nearly 4 am. We both came inside and without either of us uttering a word, we undressed, and stood naked, as naked as a newborn, in front of each other, looking into each others eyes. The lights were switched on and the curtains weren’t drawn, offering every passer-by a look into our house and offering a glimpse of Y’s goddess like figure. We never bothered much with who could be seeing us or not; it never were a pivotal issue to us. On the contrary we enjoyed flaunting ourselves. But now it was not about sex, it wasn’t about having fun, I just kept looking into my wife’s hazel eyes and she kept staring back at me, not flinching, not retreating. It was her way of telling me what she had been through, and I must say I was aghast. The very next moment, I pounced on her, my tongue paying homage to her beautiful mouth. She accepted my humble offerings and licked my tongue back. Her arms were around my neck and we lay on the bare floor, my throbbing prick pressing hard against her beautiful stomach. She raised her hips and pressed herself towards me whilst locking her legs around my ass…’Tell me babes, what happened there… And what’s here’ I brought my mouth over her bare left boob where it was bruised. Her left inner thigh also was all blue, with scratching all over it. Immediately as soon as I said that, I felt my words had drained all the energy from her soul. She raised herself up’ sitting cross-legged with her back towards me, her head dropped. I opened my legs and spread them around her bare ass, my feet touching her inner thighs. I locked my arms around her plump pierced belly and kissed her nape. ‘Tell me honey’….she remained quiet for a few seconds and then sighed. ‘Daddy I need to tell you everything… I can’t keep this to myself anymore. The truth and what transpired there, at mum’s place is agonizing me to such an extent that I would drive myself mad with the shame, the guilt…..
My buxom wench 