Seeds of Desire, Bitter Fruit

Infertility can cause a wide variety of emotions in a married couple who desperately want children. When you are a Christian couple there are even the added pressures that our good well meaning brothers and sisters in Christ can create. For over ten years of our marriage we prayed and received many prayers for God to bless us with children. Every now and then congregational members or even pastors prophesied that we would receive a “quiver full of little arrows”. Despite everything those blessings unfortunately never transpired.

In 1996 after twelve years of marriage my lovely wife was 33 years old and I was 41. We received military orders to a small American unit in the Netherlands. Shortly after arriving we settled in very well to Dutch lifestyle. My wife and I found out we qualified for assistance at the local hospital for infertility assistance. After under going tests, being poked and prodded, the doctors prescribed hormonal shots for my wife. New calendars highlighted her cycles with hearts on those “best opportunity” special days. I willingly had to forego sexy tighty whities and opt for the breezy boxers. My pleasurable long hot showers were replaced by cold short showers. I did not mind because my lovely wife had to endure giving herself hormone shots. Aside from the uncertainty of the outcome, the regimented baby making episodes made my lovely normally shy quiet wife, very horny.

After about six months of the clinical regiment I had received orders for a tour in the Middle East, so we decided to take a romantic getaway weekend to a secluded hotel in neighboring Germany. Fasching, the German Carnival, was happening in the rural countryside. So there would be plenty of fun German folks band and fun moments.

The scenic back road curved along the German hilly countryside dotted with quaint old world villages. This particular beautiful spring day I couldn’t help but notice the attractive lady I had married sitting next to me. Her makeup and hair was, as always, perfectly arranged. My Lady’s Amarige perfume lightly scented the air in our car. Today my usually talkative passenger seemed preoccupied, maybe a little nervous and fidgety, continually crossing and uncrossing her long legs. When I asked if something was wrong she politely answered, “No, just thinking about our early days in Germany.”

Looking at her I responded, “We had a great time didn’t we?” Turning her head to look at me she said softly, “Yes we did.” God had blessed me so much with this wonderful caring woman. So with that said I retreated back to my silence and focused on the road. After a while I glanced once again to my right and looked at her pretty burgundy blouse, her soft creamy cleavage of her breasts frequently peeked through the top of the unbuttoned buttons. I so hoped to catch a glimpse…just quick peek…for that one opportunistic moment that I could catch a glimpse into her blouse when it opened between the buttons.

As we passed different towns on our way to our destination I became oblivious to how far we had come. Watching my beautiful wife I reflected on how much I love her and the joy of becoming one with her. “Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.”

I was lost deep in my repeating visions, my pulse quickened and the arousal was growing deep inside my heart. I continued to daydream about seducing the Godly woman God had brought into my life. My heart rejoices when I think of how she completes me. We continually marvel how in God’s plan; He desires for us, husband and wife, to have a sexual desire for each other and enjoy becoming one. Although private automobile exhibitionism was a bit beyond My Love’s comfort zone I wanted so much to place my hand sensitively on her left thigh. My thoughts now reenacted over and over of how my lovely wife would take my hand, then place it on her lap, letting it slide down her rough jean fabric down between her legs. Then begin to stroke that special junction. Setting aside my emerging erotic thoughts I looked at her lovely face again, then reached over and tenderly stroked the side of her soft cheek. At that moment My Love looked at me, smiled and then commented on the beauty of little town we were driving into.

Winding through the countryside we finally arrived at our destination. Slowing down I pulled into the small parking lot beside the medieval hotel. After finding a park spot we stepped out of the car and went around to the back of the car. We met each other and embraced in a young lover’s passionate kiss, then got our luggage out of the car. While checking into the hotel My Love spoke German laughing with the clerk behind the desk. I took joy in watching her laugh while her cheeks turned a rosy color. When I asked her what he had said she remarked something about placing us in his honeymoon suite.

Looking around I found the lobby and dining area to be a typical old German hotel with old world wood paneling and the typical narrow winding staircase leading to the second floor. Like the many cozy family run hotels we had stayed through out my military career. Grabbing our weekend case I followed my lovely wife up the stairs. Looking up my eyes became fixed on watching her round butt cheeks as they alternated in a rhythmic pendulum swaying back and forth as she ascended up the stairs. Oh how I love that womanly ass. Once again I felt my cock twitching within my jeans.

Opening the door to our room we were pleasantly surprised to find the room completely renovated. The room included our own private bathroom, unusual for this type of a hotel. After a brief inspection of the room I glanced at my gorgeous wife and smiled. Not just that simple smile, but the smile that meant come here I now I need to kiss you. We slowly walked toward each other; one of my arms went around her waist while the other hand reached up and stroked softly the side of her precious face.

I quietly whispered in her ear “My Love, I love you so much.” “You are my everything.”

She whispered back, “I look very much forward to spending this weekend you.”

With that said we slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, revealing her creamy breasts. I gazed upon her beauty, lost in the moment. Finally, with a gentle tug, she removed the last button and her cleavage was fully exposed. The sight of her perfectly formed breasts sent shivers down my spine. I reached out and gently cupped her chest, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Her breasts were soft and full, and I couldn’t resist the urge to stroke them slowly and deliberately. Then, I leaned in and kissed her lips, savoring the taste of her sweetness. Her body arched slightly as we continued to explore each other.

Suddenly, she pulled away and whispered, “I want you to feel how sensitive my nipples are.” She then gently pulled at her top, exposing her nipples to my eager gaze. I leaned in and took a deep breath, ready to indulge in her pleasure. With a gentle touch, I caressed her nipples, feeling the warmth spread through my body. She let out a soft moan, and I knew that she was enjoying every moment.

As she continued to explore her body, I noticed a small, silver cross hanging around her neck. It was a reminder of her strong faith, but tonight, it was just another object of temptation. With a playful smile, I reached out and gently stroked her bare back, feeling the smooth curve of her spine beneath my fingertips. Her body trembled slightly, and I knew that she was on the verge of climax.

Just as she reached the peak of her arousal, she let out a piercing scream and flung herself against the bed. I quickly caught her, pulling her close and holding her tight. Her moans intensified, and her body convulsed with pleasure. I continued to caress her body, feeling her pleasure radiate through my own senses. The room was filled with the sounds of our passionate embrace, and the air was thick with desire.

As the intensity of our passion began to subside, she slowly pulled away, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She looked at me with a mixture of tenderness and longing. “That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I’ve never felt so good.”

I smiled and replied, “Me neither.” Then, without hesitation, I pulled her close once more, plunging my lips into her mouth and continuing our passionate rendezvous. This weekend was turning out to be far more fulfilling than I ever imagined. As I continued to explore her body, I realized that we had found a way to express our love and lust without any limitations. We were both free to indulge in our desires, and we were doing so with abandon.

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