A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

Irene was filling a bowl with chocolate and vanilla ice cream, the whipped cream and cherries sitting beside the chocolate syrup, ready to use. She sighed softly as Beau wrapped his hands around her belly, caressing the bump as he nuzzled against her neck. She grinned at his words, purring happily as his large, warm hands made her relax.

“If you keep that up, this ice cream’s going to melt and I’m not going to be a happy wife.” She said, teasing him as she looked towards him with a twinkle in her eyes. “Finish this up for me? I’m going to change.”
 
Beau smiled as he quickly finished making her ice cream before putting it back in the freezer as he finished the dishes. He smiled as he pulled her ice cream back out, and then added the extra things she liked but forgot to add. He nodded once everything was complete, then taking the drinks in as well, sat down on the couch with the blanket laid out in his lap, ready for her.

"Sweetie, you better hurry or I'm going to eat some of your cherries," he called out, the laughter evident in his voice.
 
Slipping into a sexy little silk nightgown, Irene looked at herself in their bedroom mirror. She had bought it for their honeymoon three months ago and it almost didn’t fit. Her belly pressed against the silk, stretching it even though she still wasn’t that big. Her breasts had almost doubled in size, her nipples straining against the material and she smiled at her reflection.

Beau had been working hard lately, a few night spent away from home, and it had been nearly a week since they’d made love. She was going to make sure that tonight was a night that they wouldn’t soon forget.

Walking back into the living room, she sat down o n the couch and grinned as he turned and looked at her with a surprised look on his face. “What? Can’t I get dressed up for my husband?” She asked him, taking her bowl of ice cream and snuggling up against him under the warm blanket.
 
Beau was shocked. He loved what she was wearing, but hadn't expected it. It was actually his favorite nightgown she had. He smiled and nipped at her skin before holding his mouth open for a spoonful of ice cream. He smiled once he received it before kissing her softly.

"You love amazing. I'm happy you dressed up for me, but I don't want to ruin that nightgown. Want to take it off for me so I don't rip it off your sexy body?" he asked, the lust starting to show in his eyes.
 
Irene grinned at him, feeling her pussy growing damp as he told her that he was going to rip her nightgown off if she didn’t take it off first. She squirmed beneath the blanket as she took a bite of the ice cream, doing her best to ignore the heated gaze that Beau was giving her.

“But I just want to eat my ice cream and watch this movie.” She said, pouting prettily before she giggled at the way that he nuzzled against her throat. “Beau…” She teased in a warning voice, laughing again as he nibbled at her ear.
 
Beau smiled and then slid his hands along her sides, letting her eat her ice cream as he watched the movie. He was going to behave. The last time he had tried anything before she was ready, he had ended up with ice cream in his hair, the rest being licked off of her. That in itself wasn't bad, but he didn't want to clean up that mess either.

He was paying more attention to his wife than the movie, as was normally the case. He could sit and watch movies, but he would rather pay attention to the beautiful woman in his lap anyways. He smiled to himself as he sniped another cherry from her bowl, looking innocent as he ate it.
 
Irene loved the attention that Beau gave her as they cuddled together on the sofa. He always made her feel incredibly sexy and she knew that he would do anything for her. When she had finished her ice cream, she handed the bowl to him to place on the table before she startled to nibble and nuzzle at his neck.

“Is that cock nice and hard for me?” She whispered against his ear, her fingers tracing down his chest. “Because I’ve sure missed it these past few days. I thought you promised I wouldn’t go so long without being well and truly fucked.”

It had almost been part of the wedding vows, but she’d nixed it at the last moment. He promised her that on their wedding night, but with his job, it was inevitable. Still, it wasn’t the end of the world and it made the time that they did have together all the more explosive.
 
Beau smiled and ground his cock against her back, letting her know he was just the way she wanted him to be. He smiled down at her and then slowly slid his hands to her chest, marveling at her size now. He had always loved her breasts, but now they were even more of a handful. They were also more sensitive, so he was able to get more reaction out of her, which he loved.

He nuzzled against her neck as his hands massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he felt her reacting. "I want you so bad right now. But I don't want to ruin anymore nightgowns of yours," he whispered huskily in her ear, remembering the 4 that he had already done in.
 
Irene moaned as his hands cupped her breasts, tugging at her nipples until she nearly came right then and there. She loved this man beyond words and as he nuzzled against her neck, she knew that she was about two seconds away from stripping her nightgown over her head so he could get to work.

“Oh, Beau…” She murmured, cooing as he made her whimper and sigh.

She brushed his hands aside, pulling the gown over her head by the hem. Tossing it across the living room, she sat naked in her husband’s arms, sighing as he ran his hands over her breasts and belly.
 
Beau groaned softly as he saw his wife strip naked. He quickly maneuvered to take off his clothes, joining Irene naked. He smiled at her as his fingers teased her lower lips, gliding across their wetness. He softly brushed her clit before pushing against it and rubbing a little bit harder. He pulled his hand away and slowly licked her juices off his fingers.

"You still taste amazing," he said as he grabbed his cock with one hand and teasingly ran his head between her lips, coating himself with moisture. He smiled and waited for her to fully sit on his lap and impale herself like he knew she wanted to.
 
The way he stroked her clit had her squirming and moaning. She cooed as he brought his hand to his lips and licked her juices off, her eyes following his every movement as he did so. She sighed, kissing him as he ran the head of his cock between her lips, coating himself with the dew that had collected.

“Come with me, sweetheart.” She murmured in his ear, taking his hand and pulling him off the sofa.

She loved the sight of him walking with a hard on. His cock bobbed heavily in front of him as she pulled him to the balcony and unlocked the door. The snow had just started to fall outside and it was cold, but she loved nothing more than to make love to him on that balcony in the middle of the woods with their cries echoing off the trees around them.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing this for a week.” She practically moaned as she felt his hands grip her hips and guide her towards the railing.
 
Beau grinned as he saw what Irene wanted. He lined himself up and slowly sank into her, reveling in the feeling of how wet and tight she was. He loved this, and never got tired of taking her, any way she wanted to give herself to him.

"I think you like the balcony more than I do," he whispered into her ear, still thrusting in and out of her slowly. His hands stayed on her hips, loving the feeling of her curves, before sliding down to her ass. He was an ass man at heart, and she had the best one he had ever seen.
 
“Well, I did beg you to build it.” She moaned as he moved his hands from her hips to her ass, caressing it as he slowly started to thrust into her, letting her know how much he wanted her.

Irene whimpered and sighed, her fingers gripping the railing as he made sweet love to her. God, she loved this man. It surprised her sometimes just how strongly she felt that way about him.

“So good, sweetheart. More.” She panted, her heart thudding in her chest as he whispered and moaned against her ear.

As his love making continued at a gentle pace, Irene tilted her head back and gave him a loving smile. She would have given Beau anything in the world to make him happy and luckily it seemed that he was extremely happy with her.

“Let’s do something crazy tonight, babe.” She whimpered, kissing him gently as she felt his fingers flex against her bottom. “Would you like to try anal?” She asked him in a soft whisper, her cheeks actually blazing bright as she asked.
 
Beau looked at Irene a little shocked, but then smiled. He nodded slightly before pulling out of her. He thought about it for a minute and then realized that they didn't have any lube, at least as far as he knew of.

"How are we going to do this if we don't have any lube? I don't want to hurt you, and it seems like trying anal would hurt you without plenty of lube," he said to her, gently teasing her ass unconsciously.
 
Sighing as he gripped her ass, teasing her as he talked about lube, an idea suddenly came to Irene. “There’s some olive oil in the cabinet. Go get it and the blanket and we can settle in on the porch swing.” She said, turning to kiss Beau before he went to retrieve what she’d asked for.
 
Beau nodded before going into the kitchen. After getting what she asked, he grabbed the old blanket from the linen closet before making his way to the swing. He set the stuff down and then looked at her. "How exactly are we going to make this work?" he asked.
 
“Spread the blanket out on the swing and I’ll sit down. That way, after we’ve worked my bottom, you can use the swing to control your thrusting.” She says, kissing him gently as she helped him to spread out the blanket so she could sit without freezing.

Irene nibbled on her lip as sitting put her nearly perfectly aligned with his hard cock. She reached down between her thighs and slowly started to caress her clit. She watched as Beau’s eyes followed each flick of her fingers.

“Try a finger first, babe. Go slow. I’ll let you know if it hurts.” She says, sighing as he sat down beside her to help her play with her clit for a moment.
 
Beau thrust into her pussy slowly as he started to slowly work a finger into her, taking his time, letting her get used to it as he went. He knew that if he continued to thrust into her, it would help her stay relaxed, which was definitely what they wanted.

Me looked down at her and ran his free hand down her back softly. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked as the first finger slid all the way into her.
 
Irene gasped as Beau thrust into her pussy, slowly working in and out of her as a finger pressed against her tight ring and slowly started to work its way inside. It was strange, she thought to herself, but not unwelcome. Especially if he kept fucking her with that low burning rhythm that he seemed to enjoy.

“I’m fine, Beau.” She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he touched places within her that she’d never felt before. “Perfect.”
 
Beau groaned from the feeling. She was a little more tight with his finger in her ass, and it felt amazing. He wondered if she knew that, and figured she did. He continued with his pace, enjoying and knowing it would take him a while before he came close to orgasming.

"This feels amazing. I have to day, you took me by surprise with your question though," he told her as he started to thrust his cock in time with his finger, wanting to give her as much pleasure as be could. He smiled as he heard her moans of pleasure, and started teasing with a second finger.
 
Irene clenched around his cock as he gently sawed his finger in and out of her bottom. She was in heaven, her head tilted back as he made love to her as no man ever had before. She whimpered as he started to thrust in time with his finger, a moan leaving her lips as she felt a second finger start to slowly join the first.

“God, baby, that’s so good. Just like that Beau. Open my body for you.” She panted, her breasts jiggling with the force of his thrusts. She wondered what kind of a picture she painted for him so splayed out and open to him. He must have enjoyed it though judging by the speed of his cock pounding against her body.
 
Beau just nodded as he followed her instructions, slowly working her until she was taking two of his fingers easily. He added more lube before starting to really thrust his cock and hand hard, increasing the pace even more.

He started to slow down, teasing her a bit as his third finger slowly started to slide into her, the extra lube helping. He leaned over, helping to drive his fingers into her even more as he bit her neck before whispering, "Are you close? I could go at any minute, and probably be ready to go again, as hot as this is for us."
 
Irene whimpered at the sound of his voice , the deep rumble telling her that he was close to cumming. She nodded, her eyes turning towards his as he leaned down to bite her neck. He certainly knew what got her going and he was doing everything in his power that night to make sure that she came.

“Let me cum, Beau. Please…” She hated begging and he knew it, but she certainly would when it came to the sex that her handsome husband gave her.
 
Beau looked at Irene, shocked to hear her begging. He never wanted her to, but knew that if she was, she wanted to cum desperately. He smiled and then nipped her earlobe before whispering, "Cum for me, my beautiful wife." He had tried talking dirty and calling her his beautiful slut, but that hadn't gone over well, as she then proceeded to close down the playground until he was thoroughly chastised.

He groaned as he felt her release, her body shaking even more than he realized. He thrust into her hard, growling against her ear as he unleashed his own orgasm, filling her up completely with his seed. He could feel their mixed juices spilling out around his cock, and it felt amazing.
 
She clung to him, pulling him tightly against her body. She cried out against his ear, a gasping sob released from her lips as she felt his own orgasm following quickly behind hers. The feel of his seed splashing into her body and started to seep out onto the spread out blanket make her feel well and truly loved.

“Oh, Beau…” She murmured, her cheek nuzzling against his as she felt his body pressing down against her belly, his fingers still pushing and stretching into her ass. “I think I’m ready for you, sweetheart. Just…go slow.”

She looked into his eyes, telling him that she trusted him completely with what they were about to do.
 
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