“Well, here is the crux of what I’m trying to say,” he began. “After seeing your insecurity flare up when Angie came around, there’s something that I wanna tell you to clear the air permanently between us.”

“And what’s that?”

“You are not, have not, or will ever be a substitute wife to me! You are the real thing. When I picked you as my wife and gave you my last name, I wasn’t doing it out of some convenience or just because you were there. You were not some second choice to me! You’re my first choice!” He paused. “You were the only one that I wanted or will ever want. I don’t want there to be any more confusion about that, ever. You and I are the real thing. You are mine, Austin Ford, and I’m yours. I love you with all of my heart, and it would kill me if I ever had to be without ya… So don’t ever worry about me setting my sights on another woman or boy for that matter.” His huge hand covered mine. “You are it for me.”

Tears were falling from my eyes and flowing down my cheeks. “Oh, Hank!” I cried, kissing his lips. “Your words are the absolute, best gift that you could’ve given me for our anniversary. I love you so much.”

“Boy, please don’t start them waterworks,” he said, smiling.

“I’m sorry,” I managed, trying to compose myself. “It’s just that you nailed exactly how I was feeling. Knowing that I’m the only one you want means the world to me.”

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply.

“You’re mine forever,” Hank softly said as he pulled me against his powerful chest. His lips soon covered mine again and he rolled over on top of me.

Crashing down upon me with all of his might and muscle, I was swept away in his arms.

With his tongue deep inside of my mouth, his manhood swelled with his passion. Grinding against me, I could already feel his plentiful precum soaking my leg from where the crown of his prick was rubbing against my thigh.

Lifting up and straddling my chest, he aimed the mushroom tip toward my lips. Opening my mouth, I swallowed the bulbous head and swirled my tongue under his foreskin, savoring all the rich tastes beneath the hood.

Hank moaned. “Suck my cock,” he urged as he slid more in between my lips.

Holding my head in place beneath him, Hank buried all ten inches into my mouth and throat. Tenderly, he pumped my face as I sucked my husband’s cock.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned. “No one has ever been able to take care of my cock like you. You’re the best, boy...”

Sucking and slurping, I applied suction to his probing monster. Rising gently, Hank stood at the edge of our bed and he pulled me onto my hands and knees. While we’d shifted, I managed to keep my lips locked around his shaft. As he continued to drive his cock in and out of my mouth, he added some saliva to his long, middle finger and inserted it into my hole.